Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Cover Reveal and Introduction: SINDRIEL

Meet Sindriel: Demon bargainer and Lord of the Crimson Shroud. He's a badass in the demon realm
and is as sexy as he is dangerous. Of course, if you're the woman he's set his sights on, you might not mind the attention.

His kiss is more addictive than your favorite dessert. One taste and you'll crave more. For me, it's cheesecake that holds such power over me, but I know a lot of chocolate lovers out there who know what I'm talking about.
Sindriel is a stand-alone novel, but is also the long awaited sequel to Love's Demon Ways. These demons just have a ways of getting under your skin until you beg for more. *wink*
The book will be published through Siren Publishing in Late September/October depending on edits, but I'll keep everyone updated as to the progress, and you can always find the latest info on my Twitter feed. After i sell 500 copies, the book will go to print. I hope all my readers can help me make that dream happen.

While Sindriel isn't a 1st person POV story, he's been kind enough to grace my blog with his presence and wit and introduce himself. Here's the link if you'd like to see how he says hello: Romance Author Lifestyle.  

Sexify your life,
Mary Corrales

Mary Corrales is a multi-published erotica/erotic romance author who loves to write is several genres including fantasy, paranormal, contemporary suspense, and dystopian. She's an avid reader of fiction and nonfiction alike and is always happy to chat with readers and authors on Twitter.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Christmas in July season comes to an end - one more story for your #westernromance reading entertainment

The Christmas in July season is wrapping up, but if you're still in the mood for a wintry romance, then my short story, A Gift of Christmas Hope, might just fit the bill. This story is a *spicy* western romance set in the Texas panhandle of 1886.

The gist of the story is a well-to-do lady gambler--Lady Sapphire as she's known in the European gambling circuits--is traveling back home to Texas with a stagecoach full of 'treasure' when she encounters a con man on the look-out for another wealthy woman he can charm out of some money. The story unfolds with hints about the woman's mysterious true identity, what her 'treasure' really is, and how the con man, Neal, is a link in her life's chain of events.

That's the story line, now here's the rest of the story...

Located in the Texas Panhandle, and just outside of Amarillo, is a facility with a history dating back to 1938. This facility is still in existence today. The facility, and what it came to stand for, was the life's work of a man with a vision who created a 'place' for homeless, wayward, and abandoned children--boys to begin with and later girls--to live and have the opportunity to turn their lives around. It was a place where children could get a decent education, have enough food to eat, sleep with a roof over their heads, learn a trade or skill, be involved in athletics, receive medical attention, and have their spiritual needs met. It was a home where there was no home for these children.

This man with a vision was Cal Farley, and and the place he built for needy children is now called the Cal Farley Boys and Girls Ranch.

This is the website's url to the history of the ranch: https://www.calfarley.org/boysranch/Pages/BRHistory.aspx

It is a heartwarming, makes-you-feel-good-about-your-fellow-man true story of generosity, kindness, and hope.I incorporated the essence of the Cal Farley ranch as the driving force behind the heroine's determination to make it home for Christmas despite the blizzard that has upset her travel plans.

Here's an excerpt from A Gift of Christmas Hope.

“Hope! It’s always hope with you.” Neal threw up his arms and left the bed in a bound. He crossed the small room in quick strides to stand at the fireplace, one arm resting on the mantle as he gazed into the flames.

She sat motionless, frowning at his outburst. “Yes. Hope is all we have.”

“My parents had hope, too, and look where it got them.” His voice was hard and cold. When he turned, a dark shadow of regret and anger clouded the usual sparkle in his eyes. “They put every penny they had into the hope of a better life, and it was stolen from them. In the end, they didn’t even get to say goodbye to each other. They each died alone and hopeless eighteen hundred miles apart. I’ve carried that with me all
these years. Here and here.” He touched his head then his heart. “We’re born, we endure—and then we die.”

Lady Sapphire left the bed in a whirling swirl of skirts, clutching both hands to her breast, her heart pounding, stomach churning. His cavalier sarcasm cut her to the bone. “You are not the only one who carries memories so painful that remembering them physically hurts.” Tears she’d kept bottled up for years came unbidden, streaming down her cheeks, fueled by the anguish she’d buried in the deepest part of her heart. “I was orphaned before I was two years old. My mother was a young Mexican girl who died at the hands of a vicious patron.” She saw the recognition in his eyes. “Yes, she was a prostitute. I was too young to remember, but I’m told after she died, I was passed from one person to another because no one wanted me.” Her face contorted with the effort to stem the flow of tears.

A Gift of Christmas Hope is available for $0.99 on Amazon.com | Click Here

Until next time,


Writing the West one romance upon a time

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Manlove Fantasies Contest is back

MANLOVE FANTASIES: Summer Edition 2016
The summer is here and it’s sizzling hot and we’re just burning up with ideas. I've given our authors four things they must use in a story...fireworks, hot dogs, apple pie, and sunshine/hot day. Let’s see how creative our ManLove authors can be…

Our contest will run from July 1st to July 31st. Enter to win our grand prize, a Kindle Fire HD loaded with MM stories. So, come back every day and leave a comment along with your email addy (failure to leave an email disqualifies you). Each day a new winner will be chosen. At the end of the month, ALL comments (with emails) will be entered to win our grand prize (even if you already won one of our gift certificates, you will still be entered).
All comments MUST be posted on http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com

Rules of the Contest:
You may enter once per day, but only once per day. Each day the contest runs from 12:01am (PST) to 11:59pm (PST). Once that day has ended, no further entries may be added for that day. You must wait for the next day to enter again.
To enter every day, you MUST comment every day, on that given day. Any entries added after the 11:59pm (PST) cutoff time will not be entered.
You MUST leave your email address in your comment or we will have no way to contact you if you win. Any comments left without an email will not be considered.
Once the contest has started, leave your comment on that author's page to be counted each day.

So visit http://manlovefantasies.blogspot.com every day, read the new story and leave a comment.

Berengaria Brown:
Blog: http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Berengaria-Brown/e/B00541R3YQ/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/berengaria.brown?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BerengariaBrown
ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Berengaria+Brown

Friday, June 3, 2016

One Kinky Weekend

So often the hero and heroine of a story are young people free to indulge their passions and desires. But what happens after the wedding? Life moves on and perhaps a couple starts to want a little more excitement in their lives even though their love for their partner is undimmed.
“One Kinky Weekend” is a story I wrote about one such couple. A couple a lot of readers in their thirties or forties might relate to.
Logan and Zara have been married twenty years. They still love each other very much but their sex life is boring. Dead boring. They want more excitement in bed. Now their twins have left for college every room in the house is their playground. The answer to their problem? Ask another couple to join them for a very hot weekend of naughty sex.
Wicked fantasies and forbidden desires are shared. Girl on girl action? Double penetration? Every dark craving comes vividly to life for an orgasmic weekend for these four people.

“One Kinky Weekend” is part of the “Naughty Heatwave: Turn up the Heat!” boxed set of ten stories, including BBW, Contemporary, F/F, M/M, New Adult, Paranormal, Regency, Shape-shifter, Speculative Fiction & Stepbrother Romance from bestselling authors! With featured guest authors, Frances Stockton and Tamara McHatton!
Only 99¢ for the entire boxed set.

Buy links:
Amazon: http://amzn.to/1Rm5wno
Amazon print: http://amzn.to/1U7v7T0
ARe: https://goo.gl/rfzqZ6
Kobo: https://goo.gl/h2lXcN
Google Play: https://goo.gl/5TdWkg

Watch the video here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yIRrOTtY3v0

An ADULT Excerpt from “One Kinky Weekend”
“I was thinking about brightening up our sex life.”
His big body went still against hers and she could feel his muscles tensing up.
“You meant it when you said we could try out some new things, didn’t you?”
His voice was firm but his body was still tense. She wrapped a leg around his hips, wiping her damp cunt along his upper thigh.
His big hands grabbed her ass and ground her pussy hard against him.
“What about a foursome? The two of us and another married couple. All four of us in bed together, everyone doing everyone, two men, two women, the four of us in a daisy chain, whatever we all want to try.”
He lifted her up slightly and slid her down on his cock. It filled her completely, stretching her tissues. “Hmm, someone likes that plan.”
She sat up a little, flicking her blonde hair off her face, pushing the bedding off her back, and braced her hands on his chest. Although his sandy-brown hair had a few gray threads in it these days, he was still a solid wall of muscles, as his daily gym routine had kept his body toned and fit. His nipples stood up under the tweaking of her fingers and his cock thrust up inside her, high, hard and longer than it had been a few moments ago.
She swiveled her hips so his cock scraped over her G-spot, then leaned forward to press her clit into Logan’s pelvis. His hips rose up under her, his thighs raising and lowering her, faster and faster, his hands tight on her hips.
“I do like that idea. We’ll have to choose the couple wisely though. It has to be people we’re compatible with and trust.”
“Condoms,” she gasped, her orgasm rising inside her as she wiggled her hips again. “Don’t want any worry about health risks.”
“Agreed.” He pinched her clit and rammed deep inside her. With a small scream, Zara shattered and came, her juices flooding Logan’s cock. He groaned and rammed into her again and again. Then a burst of hot cum blasted into her cunt as he stroked raggedly a couple more times before pulling her down on top of him.
“Excellent idea. You deserve a reward for thinking of it,” he whispered, thrusting a finger deep into her ass, and sucking her nipple and the entire areola into his mouth. His cock was still half hard inside her and he moved his hips enough to stimulate her pussy too as his finger pressed wickedly deep into her dark channel, the nail teasing every nerve ending there. His mouth was busy licking, sucking, nibbling her breasts, switching from side to side, adding a tiny bite here and there to tease her sensitive skin.
Zara felt another orgasm blooming in her core, hotter and harder than the previous one.
Logan redoubled his efforts, his hips pumping, his cock growing inside her, and three fingers now thrusting inside her ass.
“Yesssssss,” she sighed.
He bit down on a nipple as a fingernail dug into her clit.
She burst apart, her toes curling in the most delicious way as her body thrashed in spasms of delight.
“God, you’re good at that,” she murmured.
“Yup, well, I love you, honey.”

Berengaria Brown
Blog: http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Berengaria-Brown/e/B00541R3YQ/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/berengaria.brown?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BerengariaBrown
ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Berengaria+Brown

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Mail-Order Brides for your summer reading pleasure #westernromance #mailorderbride

Published two summers ago, this collection has four wonderful novellas from Prairie Rose Publications. In each story, women find themselves in the odd circumstance of needing themselves a husband, and grooms who must have a bride—or else! A woman would have to be loco to become a mail-order bride…wouldn’t she? Leaving everything behind and starting fresh in the untamed west is the answer to a prayer for these ladies!

The four stories are:
A pregnant mail order bride. A groom with three orphaned children. Some dreams get a rough start
A beautiful socialite needs a husband fast—for just one month—but the rancher wants a wife for life!
THE BIG UNEASY—Kathleen Rice Adams
A man in love with a woman he can’t have. A woman engaged to a man she doesn’t love. A secret in common could destroy them all.
He needs a wife to get custody of his grandchildren. She needs a fresh start and a new reputation. Desperate men—and women— sometimes take desperate measures…but can she be A PERMANENT WOMAN?

Lassoing a Mail-Order Bride anthology is available in print and digital format, and the individual stories are also offered as single-sell downloads

Until next month,

Kaye Spencer

Writing the West one romance upon a time

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Setting the scene for readers

There are many techniques that are essential for writing a good novel. One of them is setting the scene at each new chapter and scene break. It’s easy to forget this when a writer is caught up in his or her story. As writers, we know our characters, where they are, and what they are doing in the story, but it’s our job to convey that to readers. Otherwise, they will be forced to figure out what’s going on. This will draw them out of the story.

In some of the books I have edited, a character will pop up out of nowhere in a scene and suddenly speak. This character’s presence needs to be established early on. Another common issue is dialogue without any tags to show what the character is doing or where he or she is.

The best way to prevent this is to start with the point-of-view character for that section if the story has more than one. If the section starts with a different character, it can be misleading to readers. Next it helps to add a description or a dialogue tag with a detail or two to let readers know where the characters are and what they are doing. This should be done in the first paragraph. Setting the scene for smoother transitions can be easy to forget because we are thinking of so many other aspects of the story, but it’s important not to confuse readers. Below is an example of a new chapter beginning from one of my books.

It was much too quiet even for the night. The trees stood silent in the forest, their leaves motionless. Lycaon lifted his face to the sky, listening for the familiar rustling of nocturnal creatures, the occasional sound of an owl. Nothing.
Anexus made eye contact with one of his warriors, his expression wary. He had sensed the strange quiet too.
“We are being hunted.” Lycaon moved his bound hands to his side. “Untie me.”
The king of Orchomenus cast him a doubtful frown.
Lycaon shrugged. “Then leave me bound. I will not be the one killed by whatever creature is watching us.”
A shrill scream shattered the quiet.
“What in the deepest reaches of Hades was that?” Anexus gripped his sword.
“Some hapless creature just met its end,” Lycaon whispered. “You and your men are next.”
“Untie him.” Anexus pointed to one warrior then motioned for his other men to form a circle.
The young man quickly untied Lycaon. He rubbed his freed hands to get the blood circulating then grabbed his sword from one of the warriors. “I sensed it earlier. Whatever it is, I doubt it is human, and it is probably what killed your people and livestock.”
Uneasiness filled the air around the warriors. All of them gripped weapons, bodies tense, eyes wide and vigilant.
A swift shadow moved between two trees.

Beauty may be the real beast.

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth & magic.

Monday, May 23, 2016

Writers: Have fun and use Twitter more effectively

Is Twitter for marketing or for fun?

Let's face it, the "buy my book…Buy My Book…BUY MY BOOK" approach on twitter is a study in futility. My timeline has a lot of authors using this type of self-promotion, most of which I ignore unless the book is a new release.

How can we as writers use Twitter more effectively and still have fun? Of course, and here is the best way to do it.


Hashtags are the # symbol that is used before a certain word to create tweets within that group. Here are some examples of common hashtags for author.


One of my favorite is #1linewed because on Wednesdays it's a chance to put out tweets of your work in progress and get exposure for your future books. The #1linewed has themes for each Wednesday, and you can find that day's theme by the hashtag: #1LineWedTheme.

#WritersLife is another great one because you can find blog links and find out what other writers are doing in their life. You'll find inspirational quotes, tweets on people experiencing writer's block and this hashtag decently interactive.

Every writer wants to sell a story once it's been published, but marketing shouldn't make you miserable. Use a hashtag to get noticed.

Tweet something interesting.

My hero in (insert book title) won't let me sleep. #writerslife

Ask a question and use a hashtag.
Is 3 pages too short for a chapter? #Writers

Post an update on your writing.
1200 words written today on my contemporary suspense. #amwriting

Search the hashtags and reply to other writer's tweets. Interaction makes a huge difference in your enjoyment with Twitter. People truly do have common experiences and it's great when we can show support to others by replying to their tweet.

Some days will be more active than others, so don't get discouraged if you don't get any replies or retweets. Also remember that there is nothing wrong with promotional tweets in between your hashtag tweets.

If I like someone's profile and tweets, I'll retweet their promotional tweet. I'm always happy to support others if they're real on Twitter.

Do you have a favorite hashtag?

Any other Twitter tips you'd like to share?

Mary Corrales
Mary Corrales is a multi-published author of erotica and erotic romance in several genres including paranormal, contemporary suspense, fantasy, and dystopian. She love's hearing from readers so don't be shy and send her an email.

Tuesday, May 3, 2016

My favorite book

I was recently asked to blog about my favorite book of all the stories I’ve written. It was very difficult indeed. I’ve written over one hundred stories. How could I possibly choose just one?

Obviously my first published book is very close to my heart. After all, no one ever forgets their first. That’s “Intensity” an MMF ménage. It became the first book in a trilogy published by Siren.


But after much thought I decided that even though it’s very special because it was my first, it’s not my favorite.

As my bio explains, I write all different kinds of romance, whatever genre and pairing of characters that they demand. “The Paint Store Boys” books are all MM, contemporary, whereas some of my series have different pairings within them because that’s what the characters wanted. So that makes this series special.
But what makes “Sunshine Yellow Days” my favorite (although a good momma never admits she has a favorite) is that Basil is such an outrageously flamboyant person, and Edward is so quiet and self effacing.

Edward is a nervous, frightened, failure who tries very hard to be ignored and to remain invisible. The word “invisible” isn’t even in Basil’s vocabulary. From the top of his green and purple hair, to the soles of his tap-dancing, bright red leather boots, he is front and center of the stage all the time and no one could possibly fail to see him. Their romance is very, very precious indeed.


Berengaria Brown’s links:
Blog: http://berengariasblog.blogspot.com/
Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/berengaria-brown
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Berengaria-Brown/e/B00541R3YQ/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/berengaria.brown?fref=ts
Twitter: https://twitter.com/BerengariaBrown
ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Berengaria+Brown

Thursday, April 28, 2016

Signs of spring as Beltaine draws near

Spring is one of my favorite times of the year. The hummingbirds are visiting my feeder, the quail babies hide in my yard while their parents stand guard. I love spring and the new beginnings it brings. This is the light side of spring, one I would rather embrace.

But there is a dark side. Spring was important to the ancient Celts. Beltaine was a vital time of the year, signaling the end of a long, cold, dark winter. It was also a time tinged with sadness because battles were fought in the spring.

One of my books, Beltaine's Song, is filled with spring themes, including battles fought between the Irish and the Picts in the sixth century of what is now called Scotland. There were women warriors among the fighters. My heroine was one of them. What puts the warrior in the heart of a woman? This is one of the themes I explored in this trilogy.

Among the beauty of spring, there was the ugliness of death.

Excerpt from Beltaine's Song:
The armies clashed below on the peninsula, staining the green earth with bright red blood. Heartrending screams from the dying broke the calm, silencing the seabirds with fear. War is ugly. Is the Christian Hell like this?
Surrounded on all sides by the churlish sea, islands emerged from the mist, brooding in the distance, witnesses to the horrible bloodshed. Fresh sea air swallowed some of the detestable smells of battle, filling her lungs with the scent of briny air, but the faint scent of blood set her pulse racing. With a heavy heart, she thought this battle particularly ugly because blood fought against blood, dividing the clans.
Domelch sensed something foul in the air around Dunadd, treachery lurking in the darkest corners. She thought back to the day she saw her brother riding hard to Dunadd—from the south. She knew Aedan sensed the foulness of treachery for the archers' positioning had been kept secret from all the commanders. If he suspected Galan, he had kept that to himself.
Gathering her archers, they positioned themselves in the hill's crevices, waiting for Aedan's army to lure the enemy their way and give Domelch the signal from the battle horn.
Crouched in a painful position between two rocks, Domelch nocked her arrow and waited. “Fire at my signal,” she ordered her archers.
Quiet, the archers became one with the craggy hill dressed in gray and green tunics, blending into the gray moss-covered hills. The cold, damp stones pressed painfully into Domelch's sides. Keeping her muscles still, she ignored the pain, her mind focused on the battle array below.
Clashing spears and swords against war shields splintered the air, drowning out the sea tides. War cries and yelps of pain mingled with horses' neighs and bursts from battle horns. She waited for the three short bursts of the battle horn, her heart racing with each passing moment as the battle neared their position.
Three short blasts from the ox-horn echoed through the hills, a fearsome sound like the trumpets of the Underworld calling home the dead. Domelch shuddered at the thought. We will send the dead home, she thought. “Loose your arrows,” she commanded, gathering her courage and battle fury.

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth & magic.

A Greek vampire, Celtic kings, vengeful goddesses, an ancient faery curse… 
All three books of my Dark Goddess trilogy are available in Print and Ebook. Set in Dark Age Scotland, I mixed history with a Samhain/Beltaine myth that revolves around an Irish clan and the goddesses Brigit and Cailleach.