Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Diane Thorne
Today’s Sunday Shoutout goes to Diane Thorne, whose new novel Demons in Disguise: Playful Demons 2 is available from Siren-Bookstrand. If you like hot ménages and sexy demons, you’re going to love this book. And now, here’s Diane!
Heather is attracted to her two coworkers, Chris and Nick. Their toned bodies, charm, and flirtations deepen her desire for them. Overwhelmed with lust, she jokingly states she’d sell her soul to be with them. When they ask her out on a date, she wonders if they have more than a friendly interest in her.
Anthony and Dominick are two sex-hungry demons who enjoy bringing innocents to Hell. They particularly love to collect and play with women. They respond to Heather’s call, and disguised as her two coworkers, they fulfill her wildest fantasies.
Chris and Nick admit they want to explore a relationship with her. Heather considers it until they deny having sex with her the night before. Anthony and Dom show up later and reveal the truth. In a strange turn of events, she will have to decide if she wants an eternity filled with playful sex in Hell, or a chance with two men who care for her.
ISBN: 9781622420575
Length: 33,467 words
ePub pages: 117
Formats: pdf, epub, mobi
Price: $4.99
Heat Level: Sextreme
Genres: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Menage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal
Siren-Bookstrand:
http://www.bookstrand.com/demons-in-disguise
Story Excerpt (806 words)
Anthony had heard the call first. He and Dom had been drinking at The Morning After bar in Hell when Heather had said those sweet words every demon loves to hear. He slammed his glass on the counter, grabbed Dom, and teleported both of them to Heather’s desk. They stood behind her, invisible to all, watching and listening to her talk to her friend and the two men she wanted to take to her bed. Other demons had popped in, but as soon as they saw Dom and Anthony, they vanished. With the decreased amount of new demons arriving, word had to be spreading that Anthony had claimed this innocent.
“This is an easy one. She just wants sex with two men,” Dominick said.
“Can you fucking believe it? She gave up her soul for a ménage a trois. What is it with women today?”
“Perhaps the better question is what’s wrong with the men?”
Anthony chuckled at his longtime friend. “True. The men are nothing like us. They don’t tie their women up, spank them, play with their pussies, or fuck them in every position possible. They don’t make them scream.”
“Because they’re not real men. From what I’ve seen, men today hump their women once and then fall asleep. I’m not surprised we’re getting such easy jobs. These females are horny as the devil himself.”
“It’s sad, Dom. Such beautiful women are missing out.”
“It is. But just think, we can give women what they want and then bring them to Hell where they’ll have to serve us. More workers. More slaves. More freebies. It’s a win-win situation.”
A grin spread across Anthony’s face at the thought of so many women in Hell. Yes, they would greatly perk up the place. For the last couple of years, the atmosphere down south had been dull. Few humans had sold their souls, which forced many establishments to shut down or reduce operating hours. Over the centuries, it was common to go through a dry spell for a while. Then business would pick up. In the last few months, the tide had shifted some and more souls populated Hell. Soon, businesses could flourish.
“How close are you to retirement?” Dom asked.
Anthony shook his head, and his sandy-blond strands fell forward over his shoulders. “I don’t know. I don’t track my points.”
Each soul delivered meant a demon earned points, which counted toward retirement. Anthony cared little about the point system. And unlike Dom, he lacked motivation to be a slave driver. Sure, Anthony took pride in his job and delivered plenty of souls to Hell. But he simply wanted to enjoy women—taste them, bite them, fuck them senseless, and hear them scream. If he had a flaw, it was his craving for women. Sometimes he’d pass on jobs if a man had called. And if a freebie occupied Anthony’s time during an innocent’s call, he had no problem waiting for the next one. And there would be another at some point. Until then, he’d enjoy his time with the female beauties in his grasp.
“You planning to work forever?” Dom asked.
“If it means more women to fuck in the flesh, hell yes. Freebies are nice, but there’s nothing like fresh, living pussy.”
Dom slapped his hand on Anthony’s back. “You’re a fine man and demon. Your cock always seems to find the best women. I’m glad you’re my friend.”
“It’s a dirty job which I’m proud to do for eternity.”
“I’m sure you are.” Dom chuckled. “Have you considered how to consummate the deal?”
“Yes, I’ve already devised a plan.” Anthony stiffened. “I will need your help. Let’s have a few drinks and discuss it. I’m confident word has spread one of us has claimed this innocent.”
“Sounds good to me.”
Anthony placed his hand on Dom’s shoulder. Together, they teleported to Damnation Alley in Hell. Demons chatting and laughing walked along the street. Music from one of the clubs attracted a line of demons and damned souls. Another mass crowded in front of the theatre where Little Nicky, The Serpent and the Rainbow, and several hard-core porno movies were playing.
“I’m glad to see they changed the movie selections,” Anthony said as they went around the waiting crowd.
“I ran into Alicia not too long ago, and she wanted to see a comedy. It appears she got her wish.”
“I don’t mind the X-rated movies, personally. They never bore me.”
Anthony slowed as they passed a new sex-toy shop. The clear glass door showed sexy clothes hanging from walls and toys on rack displays. Young men and women with packaged items in their hands waited to check out.
The Italian quickened his pace to catch up with Dom. “I’m glad to see we have new businesses.”
“Better days are coming, without any doubt.”
Author Biography
Diane is a lifetime lover of the paranormal, sci-fi, and fantasy. Her mind constantly wanders into other worlds full of dark and mysterious creatures. Vampires, werewolves, demons, and other supernatural creatures are her friends. A few bite, others tempt, and some are hot as hell. Reader beware: She is not responsible for any titillation, increased temperatures, hormonal stirrings, or unusual bite marks. Besides writing, Diane enjoys sunny days, strong coffee in the morning, traveling, shopping with her daughter, laughter, and red wine. She dislikes taxes, slow drivers, cold weather, and cranky people.
Where to find Diane Thorne
http://www.dianethorne.com
http://twitter.com/DThorne_author
http://www.facebook.com/DianeThorneAuthor
http://www.goodreads.com/dianethorne
Other books by Diane
Demon in Disguise (Playful Demons 1)
The Deadly Stripper (Sexy & Damned 1)
The Complicated Stripper (Sexy & Damned 2)
Destined for Love (release date 1/7/2013)
Nikki’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 1)
Kate’s Story (Sisters of Lonewood 2, release date Jan. 2013)
Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition is LIVE!
In the mood for some naughty holiday fare? Then you’ll love the five festively hot stories in Evernight Publishing’s Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition.
Running the gamut from a delightfully dominating dinner party to a mailroom employee’s Christmas romp with his two gorgeous bosses, this anthology is guaranteed to get your bells jingling this Christmas. And if that wasn’t enough to perk your interest, Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition also includes my tribute to Christmas miracles (and three kinky guys) “Tied With a Bow.”
Also available on Amazon (Kindle) and All Romance Books. Go, purchase, enjoy!
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Be Warned: m/m sex, m/m/m ménage sex, BDSM, sex toys, rimming
Nicola’s Sunday Shoutout: Kastil Eavenshade
Today, I’m very happy to announce my first Sunday Shoutout where I feature other erotica and erotic romance writers you should be reading. Today’s Shoutout goes to Kastil Eavenshade, whose new novel The Romance Novel Book Club is available from Evernight Publishing and other retailers of fine erotic romance. And now, here’s Kastil!
The Romance Novel Book Club has been a brain child of mine for a few years. Being a pantster writer, I tend to bounce from one manuscript to another. Last NaNo I had planned to finish this one but alas, I was too enthralled with the novellas and shorts to make time. Again the poor story pouted in the corner eating a vat of Ben & Jerry’s.
When I saw making a short story was becoming very hard to do, I decided I had to finish this novel. It’s quirky, funny, and may or may not have some real life experiences. I’ll never tell. In truth, it’s a poke at romance novels that turns into a woman realizing there’s a real world out there and real love right in front of her face.
One of the fun parts was making up the romance novel excerpts. I took some of the things that made me roll my eyes when I read straight romance. It’s the sarcastic cynic in me. Still, I have to admit that I started to fall in love with the characters I created in the fake ones. It happens.
Now for the fun part! The blurb and a teaser excerpt!
Blurb: From the legendary times of the Victorian Age to the rugged reaches of outer space, the romance novels have done nothing to spark Patricia’s want and hope of finding that one special man to call her own. She’s knee deep into her thirties, near depression, and drowning her sorrows in pints of premium ice cream.
When she falls for a waiter named Matt in her favorite restaurant, her insecurities do their best to thwart her plans of true love. It isn’t until she picks up one last romance novel that she realizes life cannot be lived within the ink splattered pages of an author’s fantasies. She has one chance to set her life straight and snatch the one man who gets her: mind and body.
Will Patricia take it?
Excerpt:
The Black Room was the little place Julie and I tried out after her divorce. A little kinky and a lot of fun, it catered to people preferring to remain anonymous but wanting to have an out of this world experience sexually. While I’m not the kind of girl that wanted to be tied up all the time, it had its appeal. Thus, the handcuffs in my bedroom. I hadn’t come across a man that I could trust enough to pull those bad boys out lately.
Just the type of place to get all my sexual frustrations out.
I passed through the usual check points better than I thought I would. The high class of Black Room always appealed to me. Per the code, I had chosen a satin red mask with sequined outline and draping jewel strands. The color denoted I’d go for some light bondage. I didn’t mind the occasional tied up and spanked session but the more extreme side? Not on your life.
Eyeliner coated my lids and cherry red lipstick adorned my puckered mouth. Make-up outside the club might be something I shirked with aplomb, but it was a must to gain entry. Why should I care? Tonight I would get pampered with the simple tap on the shoulder. If I didn’t get picked by a man at the end of an hour, I could choose my partner.
Within the confines of Black Room, my name was York. When I signed up, I gave the call name as a twist on my name. I thought myself clever using a candy bar as a nom de plume.
I lounged on a Victorian chair, my fuck me pumps a nice shiny red. My black dress conformed to my curves, and I felt damn sexy. Any inhibitions I had stayed in the car with the windows cracked until I finished my man meat shopping spree.
Other members chatted away as my gaze swept the room. I preferred to look disinterested, like a hard mark, than exude desperation. Whether it was the truth or not didn’t mean I wanted my hungry eyes to stray onto less than savory company. Black Room was high class, but it had its fair share of drooling troglodytes.
The room slowed to a crawl as I noticed my favorite plaything across the room. The black satin mask couldn’t hide his appearance. His mannerisms within Black Room were too familiar to me. My taut muscled specimen prowled the carpet like the carnivore I knew he could be. The apex of my thighs moistened at his presence. I remembered each wicked little escapade I had with this particular member. If I didn’t know better, I’d think he window shopped until he came across my rack. With one glance in my direction, I hooked in my bait. Already my heart slammed into my rib cage in anticipation of his electric touch.
His code name was Tall One, and he certainly fit the bill. He leaned in, and I inhaled that masculine scent uniquely his. Whatever cologne he used danced nicely with his pheromones. I was a cat in heat ready to scratch my name into his back as he rode me.
“My, York.” His words tickled my ear. “In for some adventure tonight?”
“Can you handle it?” I breathed back.
“Why don’t we find out?”
I placed my hand in his, and he led me away from the crowded room into a private one of his choosing. The lights dim, he glided me in and closed the door behind us.
Deep mahogany wood on the bedposts and luxurious red velvet hung from the peaks. A perfect centerpiece for our carnal night of pleasure. My body curled against his chest, the ache to caress his erection pulsing to my core. His fingertips glided along my shoulders. With each caress, his senses reacquainted themselves with every inch of my flesh. I groaned as his palms rubbed my nipples. They hardened instantly.
“My. Someone’s been neglecting themselves.” He tweaked my tightened areolas, and I gasped. Masturbation was second hand for me. Nothing compared to sharing a sexual experience with a partner. Especially one as interested in pleasing you as you were them. I always had that with Tall One. He’d chase all my sorrows away with one gentle stroke along my clit.
My arms reached behind to run through his hair as he lavished my breasts with attention. I ground my behind into his hardened shaft. His breathy rumble sent shivers down my spine. With one yank, he pulled the top of my dress down to expose my lacy red bra. His petting frantic, the fabric of my undergarments heightened my arousal.
“I can’t hold it, York.” His hips worked into my backside, his desire apparent in the thickened length straining against his clothing.
“I was hoping for a little play tonight.” My words were truth no matter how much my body ached to be rammed into by his cock.
“Trust me.”
The timbre in his voice echoed.
“Always.”
His hands grasped the bottom of my dress and yanked it up past my hips. He groaned when he realized I had gone panty-free for the evening. His palm cracked against my backside, and I yelped.
“You little tease.” Another swat landed on my bare ass. “You’re a bad girl, York.” His hand smoothed over my cheek, cooling the hotness swelling from it before he gave me another punishing whack.
“Hands on the bedpost, young lady.”
Wetness pooled down my thighs as I grasped the mahogany and velvet. The golden cord hanging down soon bound my wrists. His searing lips claimed the nape of my neck as his fingers pulled and teased my nipples. One hand ventured down to my wet core, stoking the flame already ignited. I shattered to his demanding touch.
“Come again.” His gruff voice commanded.
Mega-awesome buy links:
Evernight Publishing
Amazon
All Romance ebooks
Bookstrand
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I am an editing mofo
The goal was to have Storm Season edited and off by Monday of next week, but Real Life(TM) has intervened as it usually does (my other job ate last Monday, and various stressors kicked in as of Tuesday and made editing…somewhat difficult). As a result, I may not have everything done by the 3rd as planned. For instance, I’m currently expanding and polishing Chapter Three with thirteen more chapters to go, and that number may increase as we go.
So, my revised goal is to have the sucker ready for submission by December 7, come hell or high water, at which point I spend December finishing off Behind the Iron Cross in order to have it ready for submission by the middle of January.
To be honest, 2013 is going to be an insane year for me. Still in the planning stages are five more books in the Olympic Cove series, another historical ER set in Roman-occupied Britain, and a contemporary paranormal romance. And then there’s the alternate history mystery that’s finished and being edited, plus the straight up SF comedy thriller that is finished and desperately needs editing, and THEN I want to do an SF police procedural.
Yes, I’m insane, we already know that, moving along now.
And that’s NaNoWriMo for Nic
Words today: 5,023
NaNoWriMo total: 50,112
Grand total: 62,121
Needless to say, I’m not finished yet — got around 8-10K to go, but I may well be able to punch that all out by Wednesday night, allowing me to eat guilt-free turkey on Thursday.
But man, today was rough in Olympic Cove. Bad, bad shit has happened to my boys, and I must take a break before I start crying and running amok.
So, we’re pretty much midway through the month…
And I wrote 3,033 words today, which gives me 42,051 for NaNoWriMo, and 54,060 words in total. Amusingly, I wrote a Starbucks scene while at Starbucks, which made the setting description a doddle.
Thanks to Tiffany Reisz, the minx, I’ve added a rather ominous subplot in the middle, which 1) will be picked up and utilized further down the series, 2) is causing all kinds of relationship problems for the boys, and 3) means that Storm Season will probably top out around 70K. Also, Bythos is a great big brilliant idiot of a manchild, and Aphros has got to get over his inferiority complex about not being “the smart one.” Ironically, the human who’s still mourning his dead wife is the most emotionally balanced of the three. I love my boys to bits, but man, they’re making me pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh.
Secretly, I’m also wondering how many people who read this will also want to read Ian’s SF eco-thriller Greenstrike. That would be very meta.
And we have a cover!
Fresh from the Evernight Publishing blog is the cover for Vanilla-Free Christmas: Manlove Edition. I’m so excited! And additionally tickled that the cute young thing on the cover is bound with red velvet ropes — very apropos for “Tied With a Bow.”
This Christmas, good will isn’t all these sexy men are going to get…
Ménage loving and chance encounters will make the holidays merry and bright and hot enough to keep out the cold. From a romp in Santa’s candy house to a dinner party where chains and collars are required attire, Christmas for these naughty men is going to be anything but vanilla.
Be Warned: m/m sex, m/m/m ménage sex, BDSM, sex toys, rimming
Day Four: the Beast slogs towards Olympic Cove to be born…
Words today: 4,039
NaNoWriMo total: 13,352
Grand total: 25,272
My brain hurts, and I need two gorgeous redheaded sea gods to rub my neck and make it all better.
BUT. I’ve explained what Bythos and Aphros are doing with their pollution-cleaning coral, why they’re interested in the Gulf of Mexico oil spill, plus I’ve set up the potential for a dramatic face-off later in the story. That’s good for one day.
So, NaNoWriMo
Or as I like to call it, November. Because I’m a masochist with no sense of self-preservation, I’m continuing to work on Behind the Iron Cross whilst plowing into the first Olympic Cove book, now titled Storm Season. NaNoWriMo word count for the last three days:
Beginning word count: 12,009
Day One: 3,036
Day Two: 3,012
Day Three: 3,265
NaNoWriMo Total So Far: 9,313
Total Word Count: 21,322
And that doesn’t include the 2.5K I tacked onto Behind the Iron Cross in that time. I must now put on my artisan hat and fill Etsy orders. Selah.
I Anen’t Dead
Sorry about that, my powder sugar angel puppies, but I had to go to England for a couple of weeks for a wedding. Yes, I know, my life is so hard.
But I’m back, and still plugging away on Behind the Iron Cross, which now stands at 41,792 words and is pretty much heading into the final stretch. Now I’m starting to get into the nitty gritty backgrounds on some of the characters, and frankly I’m putting some of them through hell, which makes me feel a bit guilty (and I’m not even talking about Friedrich getting freaky with Kat and Sam). I’m one of those weird writers who wishes she never had to do anything bad to her characters, that they could live a life of perfect happiness. Unfortunately, perfect happiness is boring to read about, so I have to ovary up and throw the kitchen sink at them once in a while. Usually they find a way out of the issue.
Usually.
Anyhoo, I’m going to be completely insane and use the first book in my Olympic Cove series as my Nano novel (yes, I’ll be working on two books at the same time, plus my side job and getting stuck into the massive amount of gardening and cleaning that needs to be done around this place. Sleep, what means this word sleep?). Stay tuned — it’s going to be interesting.
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