July 6, 2015

Crashing Into Love - with Jenna Jaxon

I'm very happy to welcome back Jenna Jaxon to the Mythic blog!

She's one of six contributing authors in the steamy romance anthology "Crashing Into Love".

Note: Giveaway:  e-copy of Only Scandal Will Do or Only Marriage Will Do (Winner’s Choice) - comment for a chance to win!!

     Take it away, Jenna!!

Crashing Through Time:  Surviving Memphis

There always seems to be a story behind the story in all the romances I write. Crashing Through Time is no different, except this time the story happened to me and was a little bit more than terrifying.

This past February, around the time I started writing Crashing Through Time, my daughter and I flew to Memphis so she could audition for the University of Memphis.  The flight out was pretty routine; the flight home was a nightmare.

Our first leg was from Memphis to Minneapolis and it was delayed for a couple of hours due to snow. When we finally got on the plane, everything went fine, except our connecting flight was also delayed. At last, we boarded, pulled away from the gate, and stopped. The captain came over the loud speaker saying that there was a problem with one of the engines, but they were getting maintenance out to look at it and they should know something in about ten minutes.

Twenty minutes later, he came on and said maintenance had just gotten there and it should be about ten minutes to determine if it could be fixed quickly. Maybe forty minutes later he came on and said “Ladies and gentlemen, we’re pulling back into the jetway. We’re going to have to change planes.”

Once at the new gate, we boarded fairly quickly, took our seats, and watched as the sun sank into the Minneapolis horizon.  We pulled away from the gate, and stopped.  The captain came on the intercom, a touch of “I don’t believe this,’ in his voice, saying “Folks, we’re stopping because there is a problem with the left engine. We’ve called the maintenance people and they’re going to run some tests and see if it’s just a computer component or if it’s something else.”

I looked out the window to my left at the huge engine and said to myself, “We need a new plane.” 
My daughter and I exchanged a look, then went back to reading.

Finally, the captain came on and said, “Maintenance has changed the component and we are good for take-off.” I really would have preferred a new plane, but I tried to relax and held my daughter’s hand as we taxied down the runway.  The airplane lifted up, began to bank and immediately the cabin was filled with the smell of something burning.

I looked at my daughter, whose eyes were huge, most of the color having drained from her face, and said, “Do you smell that?” She nodded and I started looking around for a flight attendant, trying not to panic.

There were no flight attendants. (My daughter later confided to me that she thought they had all parachuted out of the plane to save themselves.)

I looked out the window to my left at the recently ill left engine and the one thought I had as I started saying a Hail Mary was at least it would be a quick death.

Then the captain came on the intercom and said, “Folks, there is nothing to be alarmed about. None of the instruments indicate any kind of a fire. This plane came out of a hangar and had not been in use for a while, so the odor you’re smelling is the dust and de-icer fluid burning off the engine.  That’s all.”

We both took a deep breath and sat back in our seats. My daughter later told me she had begun to hyper-ventilate, but didn’t tell me because she didn’t want to upset me. The rest of the flight was uneventful, thank God, and we arrived back safely if four hours late.

Shortly after this incident, I began to write Crashing Through Time and the first pages of the book are based on and inspired by the very scary events my daughter and I went through. In fact, the book is dedicated to my daughter: To Ellie:  Because we survived Memphis.



More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time.

Corrine MacGowan survives a plane crash only to fall down a hole in time. In 1868 Cornwall she faces the ultimate decision: Let the man she loves die, or save him and change history forever.


The first indication for Corinne MacGowan that something had gone seriously wrong was the blue exhaust trailing from the small airplane engine directly to her left. Through the large windows of the sightseeing plane, she’d been avidly scanning the beautiful green fields of Cornwall some fifteen hundred feet below her when, out the corner of her eye, she caught sight of the dark puffs that rapidly became an ominous black stream.

Her heart gave a great thump and her body froze. Oh God! Oh God! Adrenaline shot through her, and she wrenched her gaze from the billowing smoke, scanning the cramped cabin to see if any of the other five passengers had seen it. Shit. No one else had noticed a damn thing.

Corrine snapped her attention toward the cockpit. “Captain!”

The word had barely left her mouth when the harsh, insistent beep of the alarm sounded throughout the tiny cabin.

“Mayday, Mayday, Mayday. Blue Skies T-RVR has engine failure. Forced landing imminent. Currently two miles east of St. Agnes. Repeat. Blue Skies...”

“Oh, my God. We’re going to crash.”

“We’re all gonna die.”

“Oh, God, oh, Jesus help me...” General shrieking dissolved into hysterical screams, curses, and weeping.

Heart now beating like a drumroll, Corrine glanced out the window. The beautiful green fields were now rushing toward her with a sickening certainty.

“Assume crash positions!”

She flopped forward, butting her head on the seat in front of her, and clutched her ankles. God, this couldn’t be happening.

Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee...

The alarms continued their deafening peal as the prayer ran through her head, and she held her breath and waited for impact.

She slammed forward, hitting her head again, so hard this time her teeth clicked despite her tightly clenched jaw. The plane bounced, fishtailedand began to slow.

Alive. Thank God, they were still alive. Relief washed through her, so acute she went limp in her seat, simultaneously discovering an urgent need to pee. Cautiously, she raised her head, the chattering and crying all around her making it spin, although that could’ve been the result of that last bang into the seatback. The plane continued to slow, and the black smoke was now pouring out of the engine. Its propeller had stopped turning. Shit, it could still blow up at any minute.

She ripped the seatbelt free and bolted for the door directly behind her. One man was there before her, grasping the handle and twisting it viciously back and forth. The rest of the passengers crowded her, pushing her into the man, who still couldn’t get the damned door open.

“Ladies and gentlemen, take your seats please.” The captain shouted over his shoulder, still wrestling with the controls. “Let the airplane come to a complete stop!”

Corrine stared through the window at the billowing black smoke. Fuck that. She shoved past the man in front of her and wrenched his hand away from the handle. She grasped it, twisted it all the way up until she felt a click then pushed.

The door popped open so fast Corrine didn’t have time to let go. It swung away, pulling her out of the plane onto the wing over the failing engine. Acrid smoke wafted around her, stinging her eyes and nose. She took a breath and coughed, eyes streaming.

Fuck this.

The plane slowed drastically, though it bounced over the rough tufts of grass fast enough to shake Corrine until her teeth rattled. Adrenaline surged as she held her breath and jumped.


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July 4, 2015

My Sexy Saturday - Centaur Style!

Welcome to the 99thweek of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is Keeping It Sexy and we in the blog hop are thinking about all the wonderful things that lovers do to and for each other. Those special vacations, those sexy beach or mountain homes, or maybe it’s just a fun day at the spa. Or taking a ride in the latest spaceship or seeing the home they’ve built together for the very first time. 

There are things that all lovers do to keep their love fresh, alive, and inviting to each other. It’s all those special sexy environments that we’re talking about.

I'm sharing a tender scene from Remedy Maker, Book 1 of The Centaur series. Rhycious, a  shape-shifting Centaur physician, is...uh...going to examine Patience, his Wood Nymph patient:

Rhycious!” she cried out, going for a scolding tone. But it came across like a sensual invitation.

His arm tightened around her waist, drawing her the wasted millimeter of space nearer. Patience’s mind spun. A man who wanted her was holding her in his arms. She closed her eyes. His mouth traveled up her throat, licking and sucking, until he settled over her lips once more. Persistent and demanding, his tongue slid along the seam until she complied and opened.

He charged right in like a Centaur warrior would, drawing her tongue into battle with his. Feinting and parrying, they slid sensuously against one another.

“My gods, Patience. You taste so damn good.”

And Rhycious tasted of pure Elysium, sending a tingle of exquisite warmth to a spot deep within her. A breathless tension coiled. “Your coffee tastes better than mine.”

His hand cupping her bottom alternated between kneading the cheek and rubbing sumptuous circles. The clench of desire increased between her thighs. She moaned her approval. His other hand traveled upward from her waist and settled under the heavy fall of hair, massaging the base of her skull.

Rhycious backed her up until her knees hit the couch and buckled. He followed her down, arranging her body to stretch out beneath him, his hips spreading her thighs wide. Leaning on one elbow, he used his free hand to push the hair off her face. His feral gleam intensified, and his tawny eyes bore into hers.

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July 3, 2015

Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir

Crashing Into Love:

Seven planes lift offseven planes crashseven stories of struggle, passion and love in the barren Canadian Wilderness, the coast of England, or the steamy heat of a tropical island. Romance hangs in the balance between survival and death.

Crash and Burn by Melissa Keir

Can Rob and Keira's second honeymoon lead to romance, or will it crash and burn?

On the verge of a divorce, Rob and Keira Matthews book a second honeymoon at the urging of their counselor. Unable to conceive, they've pushed each other away in an effort to protect their hearts. Will a romantic holiday be the ticket to love or a plane crash in disaster?

Rob leaned in. His lips caressed hers, tenderly showing the meaning behind his words. When he pulled back, she was eager for more. Her body felt on fire.

Their gazes locked. She stood, kicked off her shoes, and unfastened her jeans. She paused with her hands on her waist. It was powerful having his complete attention. His stare heated her skin.

“About me?” She arched her brow and wiggled her pants down over her hips then turned and bent over as they fell to the sand. Kicking them off her feet, she spun again. Her hands caressed her stomach, up and over her breasts, as she gently squeezed them through her shirt.

His lips parted as he drew in a sharp breath.

“Do you see something you like?” Feeling bold, she lifted her T-shirt over her head and threw it at her husband.

“Hey. Don’t block my view!” He tossed the shirt off to the side as he fumbled with his own jeans. Pulling them off, he laid on his side on the blanket in only his boxers tenting from his desire.

She unclasped her bra, letting it fall at her feet before shimmying out of her panties. Standing naked under the stars, her body still heated. Keira nibbled on her top lip.

“Run your hands over your nipples,” Rob whispered as he stripped off his boxers. “Gently squeeze them, make them firm and begging for my mouth.”

As she did what he commanded, her pussy clenched. Having him direct her actions, enflamed her desire. With her hands still fondling her breasts, she sauntered toward him. “Do you like this?”
He reached out to touch her nipples, but she twisted away.

“Uh-uh.” She danced away from his hands. With her back to him, she bent over, proudly displaying her ass. Her right hand caressed the cheek. “You mad at me? Want to spank me?” Laughter flowed from her lips.

He stretched and grabbed his wife, pulling her down across his lap. His hand splayed on her mid-back, forcing her head down. “Tease me will you?” Smack.

“Hey!” She screamed and wiggled on her husband’s knee.

His hand rubbed the stinging side before air brushed over the bare cheek. Smack. The other side stung. Her clit throbbed for some attention of its own.

“No other woman compares to you.” Smack. “You’re the one who makes me hard.” Smack. Lifting her, he set her upright on his lap. “Can you feel how hard I am for you?” Holding on to her hips, he ground her pussy into his crotch.


Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.

Crashing into You by Lisa Kumar
When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?

Crashing Through Time by Jenna Jaxon
The most dangerous thing about time travel is knowledge of the past: does she save him and change history, or let the tragic events play out and lose the love of her life?
More than hearts can be broken when you crash through time. 

Love Comes Crashing In by Brenda Dyer
Best friends find love in each other's arms, but can that love survive reality?

Falling Hard by D'Ann Lindun
He craves solitude to forget what a woman did to him. She needs one last chance before her career ends. Can a plane crash in the Canadian Rockies show them what really matters?

A Splash of Romance by Deb Julienne
Who knew a plane crash would lead to romance? Hannah Parks is a trauma nurse on her way to a symposium at the Sister Kenny Rehabilitation Institute. She just started her bucket list and a plane crash definitely isn't on it.  Oliver Lawson's divorce is final and he's looking to start over. A tropical island, a gorgeous woman. Romance is one thing, getting there as a result of a crash landing...who knew? 

About Melissa Keir:

For my wedding in Vegas, my books and computer came with me but there wasn't enough room for my wedding shoes. It’s all about priorities! As an avid reader, I was probably born with a book in hand. Luckily my mom was also an avid reader, so it was easy to "borrow" her books when my books were finished.

I was reading from an early age about dashing men on horseback riding to the rescue of strong willed and capable women who didn't really need rescuing. I came to expect that women in fairy tales should have fought their own battles. When I was older, I found Margaret Atwood and realized that women could re-tell history in their own way and I experimented with changing those basic fairy tales.

Fortunately for me, my husband allows me the opportunity to be myself (spend my salary on books) and still takes care of the really important things for me like killing spiders and opening jars. As an elementary teacher, teaching children about the many worlds inside of books is a gift that I’m lucky enough to do for a living. Teaching the next generation to love reading is a lot of fun! Reading the right book can make a new world come alive!

Currently living in the suburbs of Ann Arbor, Michigan with my darling husband, way-too-grown-up children and spoiled dogs, I enjoy getting away through a book to escape the harsh winters or summer road construction.

I’d love to hear from you!

July 1, 2015

Crashing Into Love - with Lisa Kumar

The box set called 
Crashing Into Love

Seven spectacular authors: Daryl Devore, Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D'Ann Lindun have banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. 


When Ashlee Trent meets handsome businessman Kaiden West on a plane to Australia, he eases her fears even as he sets her heart ablaze. But after their plane crashes into the ocean and they wash ashore, will the secrets surrounding him send their budding relationship into a nosedive?


Realization hit her like a rock. The guy still holding onto her shoulder—and looking at her like she was insane—was Kaiden West.

He was the proud owner of a billion-dollar multi-media company that had its fingers into everything. Magazines, newspapers, film, and advertising were some of the cherries in his pie. And he was plastered on all the outlets he didn’t own.

Ashlee blinked. Maybe she was experiencing a break from reality. Not unheard of. Eddie, her latest schizophrenic child, had nothing on her today.

But no, he was still standing before her in this very plane, touching her shoulder! Which begged the question of why he was on said plane and touching said shoulder.

“I believe we’re blocking the aisle. May I help you to your seat?”

His eyes glittered so prettily and— The actual meaning of his words pierced her addled-mind. Huh? Seat? She nodded. He could help her to wherever he wanted.

“I’m afraid I don’t know your seat number. Can you tell me it, or at least show me your boarding pass?”

Mortification burned through her. He thought she couldn’t talk? She shoved the crumpled pass at him as she forced her tongue into some kind of working order. “Here,” she rasped.

He barely lifted an arched brow over her oddness and guided her toward her seat. The crowd parted before him as if he were Moses. Oh, wait, he was. Moses of the media world at least.

Ashlee stood in front of her seat but didn’t sit. At over six foot three, he didn’t need that extra advantage. She was uncomfortable enough. Why was he even helping her? After a second’s thought, she found she didn’t care. Though it may be stupid and reckless of her, it only mattered that he was by her side. As she worked up the courage to thank him, he reached for her carry-on.

With surprising gentleness, he pulled the bag toward him, so she released her death grip on it. He flashed her a smile that sent the butterflies into her throat before he deposited the bag into the overhead bin.

She swallowed to get some moisture back into her Sahara-like mouth. “Thank you. For your help.”

“It was my pleasure.”

A warm heat stole through her. What was he doing to her?

His blue gaze swept over her, and he opened his mouth as if to say something more. But he inclined his head and headed toward the front again.

You can find Lisa Kumar here:

Author Bio:

Lisa Kumar is a wife, mother, and romance writer who grew up in small-town Indiana. She now resides in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband and son, who are used to sharing her attention with her laptop. When not spinning tales of romance and fantasy, she can be found with her nose buried in a book or, more accurately, her e-reader. Her scholastic background is in psychology, which enabled her to get low-paying jobs in the human-services sector. Needless to say, she's now writing full-time.

June 26, 2015

Friday Flames Crashes into Love - with Daryl Devore

So excited to be here on Sheri Fredrick's Friday Flames this week. 
I've brought along a sexy scene from the newly released box set called Crashing Into Love
Six spectacular authors (Brenda Dyer, Jenna Jaxon, Deb Julienne, Melissa Keir, Lisa Kumar, and D'Ann Lindun) and myself banded together to create 7 stories based on love and survival. 
At first we tried to make all 7 stories center on one airplane crash, but that proved impossible – too many very creative minds. Once we settled on crashing our airplane wherever we wanted, then the fun began.
I chose a small deserted island in the Caribbean. It was winter up here in Canada when I wrote the story, so the lure of the heat of the tropics made my choice of islands a pleasure to write about.

Brace for Impact by Daryl Devoré. 
What could be simpler than a routine plane trip from Toronto, Canada to Caracas, Venezuela for rookie flight attendant, Lori, and sexy R.C.M.P. officer, Guy Lapierre? But Fate had other intentions.

Guy pushed aside the shredded curtain used as a door and stepped inside. For the first time in hours, he wasn't being drenched by water. He gazed into her hungry eyes and knew he was about to be drowned in love.
He lowered her feet to the floor then leaned forward, slipping a wet nipple between his lips. She wrapped her arms around his head to pull him closer.
He released her bud, lifted his head, grabbed her face and pressed his mouth against hers. Their tongues met and writhed around each other's mouth. He lowered his hands, reached for her panties and peeled the wet fabric down her legs. He dropped them at her feet. Paix stepped out of them, hooked her panties with a foot and flung them across the tiny room. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist. Her crotch pressed against his swollen cock.
She squirmed against him. "I'm naked. Why aren't you?"
"Good question. Hold on tight." He held her with one hand and fought the wet denim. The shorts refused to cooperate.
She tilted back her head and an earthy chuckle erupted from her throat. Dropping her feet to the floor, she ran tiny kisses down his chest. Gripping the waistband of his shorts, she slid them over his hips, freeing his swollen cock. It bobbed outward. He groaned when she slid her fingertips along his thick shaft. With a sharp tug, she dropped his shorts to his ankles and sprang back up around his waist. Her hot sex glided across the tip of his cock.
Lightning flashed illuminating the cabin. Rain splashed through the glass-less windows.
Guy turned, shoved a small table out of the way and pressed her up against the wall. Bracing her there, he slid one hand between their hips and fondled her sex. She was hot and wet. "You are so beautiful. All I could think of was you. I didn't want to die because I needed to get back to you. To discover this." He slipped two fingers inside her.
She closed her eyes as a moan rumbled in her throat.

Daryl Devore lives in an in old farmhouse in Ontario, Canada, with her husband, a large salt water aquarium full of fish, a feral cat and some house ghosts. Her daughter is grown and has flown the nest. Daryl loves to take long walks up her quiet country road, or snow shoe across the back acres and in the summer, kayak along the St. Lawrence River. She has touched a moon rock, a mammoth and a meteorite. She's been deep in the ocean in a submarine, flew high over Niagara Falls in a helicopter and used the ladies room in a royal palace. Life's an adventure and Daryl's having fun living it.

Other Books by Daryl Devore

A Kept Woman
Sexy Red Hood
Black Dorn
Capri's Fate