BMG

WARRIORS GONE WILD - Tina Gerow, Linda Wisdom, Dakota Cassidy, Brit Blaise
Knights of the Magical Realm, Book 2
Triskelion Publishing - www.triskelionpublishing.net
ISBN: 1-60186-010-2
August 2006
Erotic Paranormal Romance Anthology
Heat Index: Erotic

Fantasy Quest - Tina Gerow
Fantasy Quest Resort, the Caribbean and Verrath - Present Day

Astiria Petrey is on a free vacation at the Fantasy Quest Resort, the perfect place to relax, read and walk on the beach. Her sister, Amy and brother-in-law, Doug, spent their honeymoon at the resort and enjoyed it so much that they bought this trip for Astiria’s birthday. So far the resort has been spectacular, the room service team seems to be able to read her mind, and the weather has been beautiful. But when a storm rolls in, Astiria decides to try the online role-playing game that is named after the resort. With Max, her trusty stuffed gargoyle, by her side, Astiria answers the list of questions designed to enhance her game play and she chooses the handsome warrior, Lerik, as her game required consort. But when the game starts and Astiria finds herself in her elfin character’s body, complete with “stripper boobs”, and a live version of Max, in a place he says is Verrath, the game is suddenly way too real. When Lerik shows up looking like he just stepped out of her fantasies and with the kind of attitude she’s always dreamed of, Astiria has some decisions to make. Is a world of goblins, gargoyles and lords the kind of place she could live in forever? And when Lerik sees the real Astiria, flaws and all, will he even want her to stay?

After reading Fantasy Quest Resort, you’ll never look at role playing games in the same way. Viva la consort!

Guarding the Hellion - Linda Wisdom
The Underworld and a remote Pacific island - Present Day

Favors are a great thing, as long as someone owes you one. When it’s the other way around, well then they can be a real pain. Brady Hayes owes someone a favor, not just anyone, but Shar, Lord of the Underworld. Now Shar has called in his marker, and luckily it’s an easy request, as all Brady has to do is watch over Shar’s younger half-sister, Raven. She has been granted a short time above to think over her family situation and accept the place she has in Shar’s political ambitions below. When Brady meets the Malibu Barbie look-alike, he’s overwhelmed by the attraction he feels for her, then he finds out she feels the same way. Can Brady hope to have a future with the Dark Lord’s sister? Can Raven convince her brother that her place is in the mortal world with Brady? And last but not least, what happens when Raven finds out her brother sent Brady?

With the ability to make herself and Brady invisible, Raven finds some very public places to have a little fun. Now that’s a skill that could come in handy.

Mac to the Future - Dakota Cassidy
Somewhere in the United States - Present Day

Have you ever dreamed of spending some time with the handsome model from your favorite romance novel’s cover? After reading this story you may decide that isn’t such a great idea after all. Jaynie Renfro is in charge of corralling the contestants at That’s Amore’s latest cover model contest. As Editor in Chief of her mother’s magazine, Jaynie is less than thrilled to be coerced into this job as she doesn’t even enjoy romance novels. And the metrosexual man-boys in the contest are driving her insane with their demands; “Jaynie, I need hair gel.” “Jaynie, it can’t be that brand!” Sheesh, where’s a real man when you need him? There’s just one contestant Jaynie lusts after; Mac with the fake Robin Hood accent. Sure it drives the ladies wild, but really, it’s a little insane, even if it does send a pleasant tingle down Jaynie’s spine. Unbeknownst to Jaynie, Mac, or Cormac of Anglesey as he would be called in his home, is a time-traveler who battles injustice wherever he’s called. After spending a steamy night together, Mac reveals the truth to Jaynie and asks her to accompany him on his travels. What would you do? To see what Jaynie does, you’ll have to read the story.

I’m not sure that I’m adventurous enough to take up time traveling, but for a man like Mac, I’d seriously consider it.

Time Thieves - Brit Blaise
Las Vegas, Nevada - Present Day

Colonel Daken Parker is the leader of Shadow Team Ten, Borka men are from the twenty-ninth century and move through time trying to stop the Korin who are a society of rich men who use their power to take what they want, kill recklessly, and change history in the process. The Borka are heroes for the common people, revered for their willingness to put their lives on the line protecting them. Every time the Borka time-travel, they face the threat of both the Korin and the damage to their bodies that time traveling can do. This is Daken’s last mission, as next up is retirement and marriage to a submissive, petite, twenty-ninth century woman. But when Jenny, a beautiful, spitfire woman is saved by his team from what should have been her death, the timeline has been changed and decisions must be made. Can the team fulfill their mission and preserve the timeline? How can Daken look forward to being with a subservient woman when he finds himself irresistibly drawn to the determined Jenny?

With an interesting plot and lots of action, Time Thieves provides non-stop thrills. (yes, Yes, YES!!!!!, Brit says! Doing a happy dance!)

The strong men, and fiery women, fuzzy purple gargoyles, and talking swords who populate WARRIORS GONE WILD will entice you to forget your worries and enjoy the moment. The sex is hot, the locations interesting and the plots are surprisingly well developed for the length of the stories. WARRIORS GONE WILD is deserving of a place in your library.

Lori Ann from RRT Erotic
http://www.rrterotic.com/Erotic%20Reviews/Anthology/warriors_gone_wild_10-05-06.htm

Brit
www.Britblaise.com
Two Weeks in Paradise - Amber Quill Press, May 2006
Wild and Wanton – Amber Quill Press – August 2006, now available BEST SELLER #1 Aug, #4 Sept
Knights of the Magical Realm:  Warriors Gone Wild - Anthology coming October 2006 in Print & in eBook from Triskelion now available in ebook
Thoroughly Mannerly Millicent – Avalon, 2007
 

Also, I have a winner for Wild and Wanton posted on my blog at www.britblaise.com … check it out and find out how to win this week…it’s easier than ever!

Share This

A storm is rolling in overhead. I love rainy sundays. I am sitting at the computer with a cup of Chai tea just messing about. I got a story done and in last night. Murder, Mayhem and Misletoe is a zany murder mystery novella that is coming out from New Concepts in December. I just sent it in last night to my editor. So I figured I deserved a day to mess about before I got back to writing. I am going to post an excerpt from MMM below. I hear thunder which means I may have to get off the computer. Gee, that would be just awful to have to go be lazy and read a book. My To Be Read Pile is huge!! I need to make a dent in it

Oh I bleeped a couple cuss words..because I wasn’t sure about the rating of the blog

Murder, Mayhem and Misletoe

Unedited Excerpt

“You f&%$# the hunky stranger, then stashed the weapon?” Paula asked, taking a seat next to Teddy.

Teddy was sitting in an empty office, one hand handcuffed to a chair. A policeman stood just outside the door. “No. The other way around.”

Paula leaned forward and whispered, “They won’t let anyone leave the party.”

Teddy pushed her hair out of her face. The perfectly prepared hairdo was now a tangle of curls cascading down her back. “You don’t have to whisper. They don’t have the room bugged. Any sign of Charlie?”

“Charlie is MIA.”

“Beth?” She asked, wondering if the cop out front would be open to bribery. She really needed another drink about now.

“I saw her with a group of cops.” Paula’s eyes filled with tears. “The chick ratted you out, Teddy.”

So much for the sacred bonds of childhood friendship.  “Where’s the Australian?”

The tears left Paula’s eyes and were replaced with a look of pure lust. “The darling is waiting for me just outside. He’s been a rock through this whole thing.” Paula’s expression suddenly turned serious.  “I know he groped you first, but you don’t mind, I mean if I keep him?”

“No, go ahead,” Teddy raised a handcuffed wrist, “Doesn’t look like I’ll be dating for a while.”

“God, Teddy what are we going to do?” Paula wailed.

Teddy squirmed around trying to find the most comfortable position to sit while chained to a chair. “I’ve no idea.  I take it since you and Aussie boy are not in here with me, Beth just ratted me out.”

Paula nodded her head.

“So I’ll be the only one going to the clinker. You think you can feed my cat while I’m doing time?” Teddy asked, trying not to break out into hysterical laugher. This was unreal. This was insane. This was like a bad Lifetime movie.

Paula slapped Teddy upside the head once, then again. “Stop joking around. This is serious.”

“Ouch, stop hitting me. I’m taking it serious.” She rubbed her head. “But what can I do. This is a nightmare.”

Paula looked around the room then she put her head close to Teddy’s and whispered, “What if I distract the cop outside and you make a break for it?”

“Even if we could,” Teddy whispered back and raised her wrist, “How do you suggest I get out of these?”

“I thought of that. You can use this.” Paula opened her palm and held out a black bobby pin.

Teddy laughed loudly at the sight of her salvation. “I’m not Houdini.”

Paula pouted. “Well, it’s worth a try.”

The sad thing was Teddy didn’t have any better ideas. She stopped and seriously considered Paula’s plan for a second. It had some huge holes. “And if by some miracle I could get out of the handcuffs and get past the guard at the door, how do you suggest I get out of the building. There are a dozen cops out there.” The room was a sparse white office. No ladders or secret exits–just a few chairs, a desk and filing cabinet.

 “No idea.” Then Paula’s face suddenly lit up into a smile. “How many floors up are we?”

Teddy shook her head and laughed again. “Tenth. And no Einstein, there is no ledge I can shimmy out to, and no sheets I can tie together to make a rope. This is real life Paula, not a romance book.”

Paula’s eyed filled with tears again. “I’m only trying to help.”

Teddy patted her arm and smiled. “I know and I appreciate it, I really do.” She looked around again and tried to come up with a plan. Any plan. But there was no way out of this situation. “Crap I’m royally f*&^%.”

“It’s your word against Beth’s.”

“That’s true. Unfortunately Beth spends her Saturdays helping the homeless and goes to church every Sunday. Between the two of us, who would you believe? Wild, party diva or weekend saint in cashmere?”

Paula jumped out of her chair and exclaimed, “Zack and I can be your alibi!”

“A little louder, I don’t think the cop outside heard you.” An equally infamous wild, party diva and a hunky Australian as her alibi–somehow Teddy didn’t think that type of alibi would go over the way Paula hoped. “And say what? We were huddled in an office having a threesome? No, if I’m going down I’m not dragging the two of you with me.”

The door suddenly opened and two men walked in. The tallest was a blonde, blue-eyed surfer type wearing a pair of brown Dockers, a white collared shirt and blue striped tie. He carried a clipboard. The other guy was stocky, sported a mono brow and a sour expression.

The surfer dude spoke first. “I’m Detective Rogers.”

Teddy lifted the handcuffed arm as far as she could and wiggled her fingers in his direction. “Glad to meet you. I’m the wrongly accused bystander.”

She could have sworn she saw a grin flash across the Detective’s face. But when she looked again his expression was deadpan.

The Detective turned and addressed Paula. “We need to ask your friend a few questions. Would you mind waiting outside?”

Paula stood and started forward. She stopped and put her hands behind her back, opening her palm and offering Teddy the bobby pin. She asked over her shoulder, “Do you need anything before I go?”

Teddy was half tempted to take it, but lock picking just wasn’t in her repertoire. “No. I’ll be all right.” She tried to paste a reassuring smile on her face. “Say hi to Lover Boy. “

Teddy watched Paula leave the room and suddenly felt very isolated and alone. She squared her shoulders and faced the hunky firing squad. “In the movies they always ask questions in a stark room with a bright light.”

She watched as yet again the corners of the Detective’s mouth tug up before he caught himself and the smile disappeared replaced by a serious scowl. Even scowling, the guy was good-looking.

He seated himself at the desk and started flipping through a small stack of papers. “You told the officer that you entered the office looking for your friends?”

Teddy tried to remember all the tell-tale signs of lying. She uncrossed her legs and kept her eyes straight ahead as she answered, “Affirmative.”

The Detective tilted his head and eyed-balled her from across the room. “And then what happened?”

 “I saw Ms. Beth Walkins standing over the dearly departed Wiggles,” Teddy answered, trying to keep her voice steady. It was one thing to lie about why you were late for work, and an entirely different thing to lie about finding a dead body. But she figured if Beth was going to accuse her of a felony, she might as well return the favor. All was fair in love, war and murder indictments.

“Ms. Walkins in her statement says she walked in and saw you standing over the body. “

Beth was going to ignore the fact Paula and Zack were in the room. If Beth was willing to keep the other two out of the whole mess, Teddy was happy to play along. Teddy lowered her voice and said in hushed tones, “Beth tends to hallucinate when drunk.”

The Detective narrowed his eyes. “We’re still trying to determine the murder weapon. Care to help us out?”

She plastered a nonchalant expression on her face and shrugged her shoulders. “Sorry. I’ve no idea.”

“Did you say anything to Ms. Walkins?”

“When?”

“When you found her with Mr. Waswald’s body?”

Teddy studied her nails. “Not that I recall.”

“So you opened the door, saw your work associate standing over a dead man’s body. You then without saying a word left the room…,” He opened another file and started reading a piece of paper, “To go find your friends? But you were so distraught you never stopped and considered calling the police?”

She nodded her head. “Right again.”

He suddenly demanded, “Ms. Madison have you been drinking?”

She beamed at him. “Yes.”

“But according to numerous co-workers you were picked as the designated driver.”

The more questions she answered, the more pissed off he seemed to be getting. Unfortunately the more cross he got, the sexier he looked. Teddy suddenly had an irresistible urge to run her hands through that blonde wavy hair. Somehow she didn’t think the man currently trying to find a reason to put her behind bars would find that amusing. She cleared her throat and lowered her voice and tried to sound respectable and innocent. “That’s true. But sometime during the night, I decided to resign from the position.”

The door opened and a uniformed police officer stuck his head into the room. “Excuse me, Sir.”

“What is it Johnson?”

“Charlie Smith just confessed to killing Fred Waswald.”

“He did?” The Detective sounded surprised. He turned back to Teddy. “Looks like we owe you an apology Ms. Madison.”

Charlie confessed to killing Wiggles. Teddy didn’t believe it, but if it meant they would be taking off the cuffs and letting her walk out of the room, then she was all for it. She gave him her best smile. “Don’t worry I promise not to sue.” She raised her handcuffed wrist. “Now can you get these damn things off me?

Samantha Storm - http://www.samanthastorm.com/
Eye of the Storm - Available Now!  http://www.newconceptspublishing.com/eyeofthestorm.htm
Murder, Mayhem & Mistletoe - coming Dec. ‘06 NCP
Find webdesign tips - http://brave-the-storm.blogspot.com/
*.¸¸.·´¨`*.¸¸.·´¨`*.¸¸.·´¨`*.¸¸.·´¨`* `·.·´ *.¸¸.·´¨`*.¸¸.·´¨`*
 

Share This

4 Fallen Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Wild and Wanton        

Federal agent Nick Coulter is undercover working as a bouncer at a strip club. He’s hoping to bust a ring of counterfeiters, but is completely distracted and aroused by the club’s latest dancer, Mandy Minx. He has to try to keep his mind on the job, but it’s getting harder and harder…        

There’s more to Mandy than meets the eye, even as delicious as the package is. She’s complicated and, under it all, afraid. A Gypsy has given her a magic potion to help her begin to live again, but will it be enough?

Wild and Wanton by Brit Blaise is a book bursting with eroticism and with an underlying theme readers won’t soon forget. Mandy is a fascinating character, a woman trapped by her fear; Nick is a man devoted to his job, but one who has just been bowled over by the luscious Mandy. Without giving too much away, I’ll just say that there is a huge plot twist in this tale, and one that worked exceptionally well into the storyline. There was a bit too much plot here for the book’s length, but Ms. Blaise managed to tie it all up neatly at the end. Four Angels!

Reviewed by: Michelle

 

 

        

 

 

Share This

I thought I’d share a book that someone recommended to me years ago.  It is still on my self and will remain there until I become too feeble to write.  Techniques of the Selling Writer by Dwight V. Swain is an amazing tool to help the beginner and intermediate writer.  I still look over it when I remember to take some time out and learn more on the technical aspects of writing.

This is the book where I learned about scene and sequel, action and reaction and how a more specific, concrete noun will give a more vivid picture.  It covers everything from characterization and plotting to the importance of a book’s climax.  The book also goes into depth on what makes a book great–from sentence composition to the book’s beginning, middle and end.

I just pulled it from my shelf today to get the name of the author.  After skimming through its pages, I know I’ve got to take another look.  Every single time I do, I always come away with something new I have to remember.

Carol   

Share This

“One needs something to believe in, something for which one can have whole-hearted enthusiasm. One needs to feel that one’s life has meaning, that one is needed in this world.”  –Hannah Senesh–

Isn’t that the truth? And this is why I write. I need to have something in my life to get excited about on a daily basis.

 I’ve always loved books. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t carry a book with me. I’ve written stories for as long as I can remember.  Being an only child could be very boring at times so I made up adventures.  I wouldn’t say I was a liar.  I was just being creative.  This creative side of myself was put on hold while I married, raised my children, helped with my husbands’ business, but even while I had quit putting stories down on paper they were still rattling around in my head.

As the kids all grew older I found myself with free time so I decided to take a class on writing your life stories.  The Sun City library has a wonderful class given by Nancy Tsuchiya. The only problem with this life story writing business is: 1. you’re expected to tell the truth.  2. I didn’t have anything interesting to tell.  So, I went back to fiction writing.  And, because I’m a sucker for a happy ending what’s a better for me than romance fiction?  I know I can hardly wait to see what my characters will get into next.  Without a doubt, besides my family, writing fiction is my greatest source of joy.

That is the real key to life. Enthusiasm about what you’re doing. So it doesn’t matter if you’re published or not–although published would be even better–as long as you are having fun everyday and playing with like-minded pals, life is good.  It certainly is good for me.

Cheers, 

Antoinette

Butterscotch Martini Girl

Share This