May 23, 2015

My Sexy Saturday

It's another GREAT Saturday! Time to share seven more lines from my upcoming contemporary romance:



She suspected it was a macho thing setting the spark of fear in the man's eyes.

"This isn't over," Mariano said softly. "We have no choice but to deliver, our cliente is adamant. Failure or substitution are not acceptable."

Deliver? What the hell was he talking about? Why would anyone want to kidnap and deliver her?

May 16, 2015

My Sexy Saturday Seven

I've been tagged!

Kate Baum tagged me on Facebook to play 7x7. Seven lines from page seven of the current book I'm writing.

I'll set the scene:

Successful businessman and hobby surfer Finn Daniels (our hero) is waiting to catch the ferry back to the mainland. His background consists of time spent in the military and he's trained to see things most civilians miss -- like the group of huddled men he finds suspicious. 

Just who are they after?

Here's seven unedited lines from my Contemporary Action-Adventure Romance:


Monica Beggs 

Finn turned his focus to the four dubious predators. The poor saps had no clue what to do with themselves and he found it rather humorous.

After watching them bumble in their seats for an additional twenty minutes, he surmised they were outside their original mission plan. He’d bet his original Kelly Slater surfboard the rats never predicted being delayed in the ferry terminal. As it was, they'd been forced to act upon an unplanned scenario, one in which they hadn’t trained, and their anxiety levels were shooting up.

In his old unit they used to call men like that a bag of dicks. For this unprepared group, they had a problematic situation on their hands. Finn surmised the original plan was to board the woman’s ferry at last call, then make their move only after she stood at the gangway to disembark.

At least, that’s the way he’d have done it.


Okay, so that was nine lines. *Grins*

If you have a 7x7 you'd like to share, and I hope you do!, please use the comment section below and post away!

May 11, 2015

Another Humorous Romance by Liza O'Connor

Strange non-war, never happened, PTSD event.

As part of my ‘humans can’t remember worth crap’ blogs, I would like to share how I managed to give a friend a PTSD event without actually doing anything but talk.
In fact, I had no idea I’d done great harm until many years later when Facebook came to be and we all reunited electronically. She PM’d about the time we kidnapped a cute guy named Steve, tossed him into my roomie’s car and drove around for hours before releasing him.
I did recall the cute guy named Steve and I’m certain my roomie had a car, which I often drove in, but I had NO recollection of kidnapping cute Steve against his will. However, my friend did and the guilt of her memories had continued to grow over the years until it had become a major traumatic event in her life. (While she didn’t say so in her comment, for such ‘guilt’ to grow, I’m thinking in her memories we did something more than drive him around Oklahoma for hours. I’ve no idea what we did, because I’ve no memory of the event.)
Wishing to resolve the matter, I contacted my former roomie and asked her if she remembered us ever kidnapping Steve. Nope. Then I contacted Steve. Surely he would remember? His reply: ‘Nope, but sounds like fun.’
Clearly Steve was thinking we’d be doing something more than driving around town, as well, because having my roomie drive us about for hours didn’t sound fun at all to me. She was a terrible driver back then and her constant braking and then speeding up would make me car sick….or so I remember now.
However, since neither the alleged victim nor me or my roomie remembers the event at all, I let my friend know it didn’t happen so she could stop feeling guilty.
Want to guess how that ended?
She PM’s me back, very angry and assures me it did happen and it altered her life, and goes on about the pain it has caused her. Then she defriends me.
Until I discovered how easily memories could be created, I had no idea what had just happened. Upon giving the matter more thought, this is what I think happened, but I could be making it up. Who the hell knows!
 I faintly recall one night the three of us were in our dorm room, and I said “wouldn’t it be fun if we kidnapped Steve…” and then me and my roomie, both being of theatrical natures, created an entire event of fun things to do with cute Steve.
I think my friend got so caught up in our imagination, that it settled in her brain and later when she recalled it, the part of it being a ‘funny idea’ wasn’t retained, but the kidnapping was. And thus began the foundation of her PTSD event. And while my brain said, ‘You’re just making shit up, I’m not recording any of this’, her brain said ‘let’s record this. It’s a fascinating event.’
My friend now lives in a remote place, raising llamas, selling llama sweaters via the internet. I hope, trauma memory aside, she loves her life, for I recall her being a lovely person and I feel bad about planting the seed that became her future trauma. 

The Hardest Love
A Long Road to Love Series
By Liza O’Connor



Sam Lancaster is a lost man. Since returning from the war in Iraq, his life has been spiraling out of control. Attempting to escape his troubles, first he moves to a small town of Denton, Iowa, where he becomes the sheriff and beats up the local trouble. When that ceases to work, he seeks peace at a Vermont hunting lodge, where he gets arrested for shooting fish rather than throwing them a line. After spending five months in a work camp to pay for his many crimes, he gets out only to discover Carrie is in dangeragain. Convinced he’s the only one who can keep the little Pint Size safe, he rushes back to NYC.

During his absence, Mars has turned the Lancaster estate into a sanctuary for injured vets. Sam agrees to take a test that proves he has Swiss cheese memories that are inaccurate and dangerous. Even knowing this, his PTSD continues to worsen. While he’s deemed to be a poor candidate for a new method of self-correction, his many friends will try anything to save him.

When danger shows up at the Sanctuary, Mars gives him a mission to evaluate the potential threat from certain staff members. On top of his list is Sam’s new girlfriend. Figures!


Damn, but Sam, liked this woman. Which was really strange. She was so not his type. “What’s your name?”


“What type of name is that?” Aggie sounded like a mascot for a football team.

“Short for Agnes.”

“Your parents should be shot.”

“Didn’t have any. You should go after the nuns instead.”

“Nuns named you?”

“Yeah, they named and raised me. I was evidently too cheerful so they decided to ruin my life with a god-awful name.”

Laughing at her response, he sat on the bed to put on his shoes. “I see they failed. Good for you.”

To his surprise, she sat on the bed beside him. “Could you hurry up? Carlos is really excited for you to see him.”

“Excited?” The last time he’d visited him at the Vet’s hospital, Carlos had begged him for a gun so he could end his life.

“Super excited. He’s been up since six, waiting for you to arrive.”

Sam glanced at his watch: 12:05.

 “Jeez, I had no idea how late it was.” He jumped up. “Sorry for yelling at you for waking me up. I thought it was early morning.

Walking to his window, Aggie petted his curtains. “That’s because your room has thick curtains capable of blocking the sunlight. Oddly, all the staff members have sheer curtains so the sun can wake us up very early, even on our days off.” Then she headed out the door.

“Hold up,” he said as he finished tying his tennis shoes. She was already twenty feet down the hall, requiring him to jog to catch up with her long legged stride. Once beside her, he asked, “I gather you’re not happy working here?”

“What would make you think that?” she asked and turned down another hallway which had not existed when Sam used to live here.

“I love my job, this place, and the people. I’d just appreciate heavier curtains on my days off.”

“Have you mentioned it to Mars?” Sam stared about, recognizing nothing. How could Mars change so much in so little time?

“The CEO? No oddly my curtain’s density didn’t seem something to bring up to the busiest man alive. I did mention it to my boss, but he didn’t see any reason to escalate the matter. Instead, he suggested I focus on the positives and not go out of my way to find a negative.”

Released May 5, 2015
A Long Road to Love
The Hardest Love
Book Five

Other books in the A Long Road to Love series
Book One
Worst Week Ever
“Love this book and couldn't stop laughing from beginning to end.” 5 stars – Alves - Amazon

Book Two
Oh Stupid Heart
“Be warned though, this book is completely different from The Worst Week Ever. Yes, there is still humor, dry wit, situations that you would think...NOT AGAIN but this one humanizes Trent more.” 5 stars - Brian’s Mom – Amazon

Book Three
Coming to Reason
Once again, Ms. O’Connor has written a brilliant book about the complexities of relationships, good and bad. Again, to me, the book is the best break up book EVER and it left my heart singing in the end. Best.Book.Ever…

Book Four
Climbing out of Hell
 “In typical @Liza0Connor fashion, crazy things happen which make you laugh outloud.”

Liza O’Connor
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.


May 4, 2015

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April 24, 2015

Friday Flames: Forever and a Day with Dawné Dominique

Romance books are known for different levels of "steam". Those levels are sometimes labeled as "Sweet", "Sensual", "Erotic", and "Erotica". 

At Friday Flames, I aim to keep the fire burning.

Please welcome the multi-talented author Dawné Dominique!

Forever and a Day 
An Erotic Historical (Pirate) Paranormal Romance (quite a pun intended...okay, maybe just a little)


”My sweet, lost, Bella,” Alixx said, his voice thick with emotion.

He willed his clothes to disappear as the urgent need to lavish his love upon her became more than he could control.

She lay pliant as he slid his rigid body next to her. As soon as he settled on the coverlet of the bed, she immediately straddled herself across his stomach. Such boldness surprised him, for this was unlike the shy, reserved Bella he'd once known. The dampness between her thighs grazed over his skin, making him throb in the most delightful of ways. She glided her hips downward with a whispered sigh. He wouldn't last long if she continued doing that.

He dug his fingers into her thighs and forcibly brought her to his mouth. She resisted, but only for a moment.

His teeth lengthened of their own accord. His world tilted in rapture, his mind and body lost in her delicious scent. With gentle strokes of his tongue, he timidly lapped the plumpness of her nether lips, which elicited deep-throated moans from her. She was sopping wet. The downy hair of her mound was the same fiery hue as the tresses splayed across her shoulders. He ground his nose into its delightful nap. Her engorged clit beckoned to him, demanding his attention, but he worked toward her dripping tunnel. He would taunt until she drowned him with wanting.

When she spread herself open and exposed her juices, her assertiveness surprised him once more. He almost spilled his seed at the sight. He explored the tender opening she'd laid bare. His body hardened each time she moaned and as more nectar leaked down his throat. When he buried his tongue deep inside the velvety folds, her body stiffened and shivered. Still, she begged for more.

Annabella offered herself in ways she’d never done before. This Bella was far more audacious than the one he'd once known, and he loved her all the more, if that was at all possible.

With his chin sopping wet, he suckled the swollen bud of her womanhood, rolling it between his lips and grazing his teeth over the delicate skin. When he swept his tongue over her hooded treasure, she screamed out his name, her legs trembling beside his head. Brazenly pushing her body into his face, she demanded more.

His arousal boiled like lava. He pierced the tender skin of her vulva with his canines. She groaned and gave a breathless ”yes”. Her pain and pleasure was completely in his control.

His tongue continued its erotic dance across her swollen clit, and soon a delectable cocktail of blood and nectar trickled down his throat. Never had he lost himself in such a moment. He teased and tasted with tongue and fang, his desire mounting. He would have given anything to feel the moistness of her mouth swallowing him, but he needed to satisfy her; to feel her limbs spasm in response to the pleasures he manipulated. Lust built at an alarming rate, but his avidity to please her overrode those selfish needs that had seemed so important centuries before.

Her orgasm built slowly. He sensed the moment in the tightening of her muscles, the dripping of liquid fire on his face, and the way she quivered each time he touched her. He suckled harder and flicked his tongue more rapidly over the nerve-sensitive skin.

Her scream rang out long and loud, just like her orgasm. She convulsed against his mouth, repeating his name like a sacred litany. Moisture trickled onto his abdomen where his cock lay at rigid attention.

When her tremors subsided, it took every ounce of willpower to stop, but stop he did. He wrapped his arms around her and pressed his face against her abdomen, his voice cracking with emotion. ”There is no turning back, my Bella. What I am about to offer you, you have the power to deny. I shall not force this upon you a second time. I gave you no choice the first time, but now, now you must decide.” What will I do if she refuses? He pushed the dismal thought away.

To his relief he heard her whisper, ”I would rather die in your arms than have to live in this life without you.”

You can find Dawné Dominique and her books here.

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April 10, 2015

Friday Flames: Flame's Electrifying Sexy Heat

Look who's here! It's HOT erotic author Daryl Devore!


Take it over, girlfriend!


Hi everyone. Excited to be here on Friday Flames.  I brought along a steamy excerpt from my latest FL.E.S.H., an erotic contemporary billionaire story.


          The warmth of someone's butt pressing into his belly broke through Peyton's sleep. He blinked, yawned, and opened his eyes. Flame snuggled next to him, asleep with a small smile on her lips.
          What an unexpected discovery she'd been. The memories of last night tried to push forward. He rubbed his face. No. He couldn't think of her. Enjoy her and move on. He had business issues to solve. He didn't need a complication. Especially one as enticing as Flame.
          If the situation were different, there could be a chance he'd continue this relationship, but he most likely knew the outcome. His love life's track record wasn't outstanding.
          He crawled out of the warm sheets, away from the distractingly hot body still asleep on the bed, and padded to the bathroom. After finishing a quick shower, he exited the bathroom with a towel wrapped around his waist.
          "Good morning." She lay sprawled on the center of the bed, her short brown hair, mussed in a sexy-as-hell bedhead sort of way. His hands itched to massage her small, but firm and delicious, breasts. His cock twitched as his gaze lowered to her bush, where he knew a nirvana hid that he wished he had years to explore.
          "Morning. Sleep well?"
          She stretched. "Passed out. What time is it?"
          His resolve broke. He dropped the towel and sat next to her on the bed. "I think it's time that I give you a proper good morning."
         "I think I love the sound of that." She giggled. "Back in two secs." She bolted across the room. A moment later she jumped back onto the bed and squirmed her perfect ass against the sheets.
He leaned forward. His lips meeting hers, softly at first, but passion bubbled, and their tongues danced about each other. A jolt hit his cock as she raked her teeth across his bottom lip. He kneaded her flesh. Her erect nipples peaked out from between his fingers. When he tickled his fingertips across her nipple, she closed her eyes and sighed.
"Open your eyes. Why do women always hide? Watch me. Watch how you respond. You're so hot. Your nipples react so—" He interrupted himself by wrapping his lips around her right rosy bud and caressing it with his tongue. "See. Look how firm and… perky it is."
Flame giggled.
He shook his head. "Yes, I said perky. I don't think I've ever used that word before, but it describes your nipples perfectly." He leaned over and brushed a kiss across her left bud. It quivered. His lips parted. He licked her pink flesh and then slipped her nipple between his teeth, closing his lips around it.
Flame's back arched, pressing her breast into his face. Her breaths lengthened to long, deep, contented sighs.
While he lost himself in the pleasure of her breasts, Peyton stroked her dark brown patch of hair. He tapped the insides of her thighs, asking her to open her legs. Spreading her nether lips, he slid his finger from her pussy to her clit. He caressed the sides and circled her nub.
Flame tensed. Moans rumbled in her throat. Peyton slipped a finger into her wetness and stroked her. He adjusted his position so his finger faced upward, tickling the inside of her while his thumb made random circles on top of her clit.
She gripped the sheets, pulled her knees up, and splayed them to the sides, giving him more room to maneuver. He increased his speed and was rewarded with a moan and a first spasm. Her muscles clenched on his fingers. She gasped as her whole body tensed.
He didn't stop. He kept a steady pace, helping her revel in her pleasure. With a shudder, she relaxed. Placing a gentle kiss on her cheek, he whispered, "That's the proper way to say good morning."


FL. E. S. H.
Flame's Electrifying Sexy Heat

When secrets conflict with dreams, love explodes.

After a mistake by a surgeon’s scalpel shattered Fuchsia Quinn's dance career, she picked up the pieces of her life and moved forward. As the owner of a small, struggling dance school in a depressed neighborhood she supplements her income with a late night job at a dive bar. Haunted by the fear of humiliation, if her secret is revealed, her life was under control until the night he walked into the bar.

Peyton Lang, having run from a bad neighborhood, lives the lifestyle of a successful billionaire. Frustrated that his current multi-million dollar project is stalled, Peyton drops in to LEATHER-ICIOUS for a simple drink and late night entertainment. What he saw was a beautiful redhead. What he found was he wanted her.

After a lusty night with a hot pole dancer, Peyton and Fuchsia's worlds are about to collide.

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April 6, 2015

Jenna Jaxon - Only Marriage Will Do

The latest Historical Romance release from Jenna Jaxon:


Not every happy-ever-after begins at “I do.”

When the hero of her dreams rescues Lady Juliet Ferrers from the man claiming to be her husband, she is sure she has found her one true love.  But is she free to marry him?  Not to be deterred, Juliet arranges for her hero, Captain Amiable Dawson, to escort her to her family estate, hoping that along the way she can win his love. 

Amiable is charmed by the sweet, beautiful woman he rescued, and although he has grave reservations about her marital status, he allows himself to be swept up into Juliet’s romantic spell and the promise of a happy-ever-after. 

The spell breaks when legal questions arise and Juliet faces the horror of not knowing if she is married to her knight in shining armor or the cruel viscount who is determined to have her at any price.


London July 2, 1761

The brass lion-head knocker under Amiable Dawson’s hand sent a sharp rap through the dark walnut door of Dunham House for the second time. The hot July sun hadn’t done his temper any good as he waited on the marble stoop for entrance to the Marquess of Dalbury’s townhouse. He’d been in a foul mood ever since the news of his beloved Katarina’s marriage to the marquess had reached him. Blast it to hell, he was supposed to have married the girl. At least he could make sure she was well and well taken care of by this man she had married.

At last a short, dark-haired maid opened the door. She took one look at him, gasped, and stepped back into the house. Her eyes widened and she glanced to her right, wringing her hands. “Who may I say—

A man shouted from within. “No, I do not believe you.”

“It is true, I tell you!” A woman’s voice, raised and sharp with terror, sent a chill through Amiable.
Katarina. What in God’s name?

He barged past the stunned girl and strode down the hall toward the commotion. He burst through the doorway, expecting to defend the woman he loved, only to stop dead at the sight of a man lunging across a sofa and grasping a woman by the wrist. Amiable had half drawn his sword before he realized the woman was not Katarina, but a complete stranger. He dropped it back into its scabbard. 
This was none of his affair

The young man, foppishly dressed in a robin’s egg blue satin coat dripping too many layers of frothy lace at throat and wrists looked at Amiable, a snarl on his lips.

Taking advantage of the distraction, the woman wrenched her arm from the man’s grip. “Praise God. Here he is.” She staggered as she righted herself. “Now you will have to believe me, Philippe.”

The fop scrambled back off the sofa and groped for a black lacquer walking stick that lay on the floor. Lips pressed together, he glowered at the woman. “That remains to be seen, ma chere. In any case, I have shown you the papers. They speak for themselves.”

The woman ran from behind the sofa to Amiable’s side, grazed a kiss over his cheek and whispered, “For God’s sake, help me. I am alone here and he is trying to take me away. Please, agree with whatever I say.”

Smiling into her pleading face, he grasped her hands and gave them a gentle squeeze to signal his acquiescence. “Whatever is the matter, my dear?” Hell if he knew. But he could play his part, even with little information. Let the lady lead and he’d follow as well as he could.

The woman smiled then took a deep breath. “My dear, may I present Viscount St. Cyr?” She nodded toward the fop. “Philippe, this is my husband, the Earl of Manning.”