Tuesday, December 27, 2011

My Brand New Website!!!

Hi Everyone!!!!! I have a brand new website!!! Tell me what you think! I'm so excited about this!

Don't worry - this one isn't going away - but it will be mainly for contests and blogging!!!

Jolyn Palliata - A Song Stuck in your Head

Did you ever get a song stuck in your head? Or part of one? How did you get it out? Did you avoid the song at all costs in the blind hope it would stop hammering you into submission? Or did you listen to the song over, and over, and over, until you were so obsessed that all you could think about was that delicious, devilish little laugh….er, what was I saying? (Right. Song stuck in my head. Ahh...I mean, your head.) Now, I know this has happened to every person reading this post, so I’m hoping you’ll relate to my little story here.

Let me give you some background. In October, I released Connected (Twists of Fate #1), and here’s a brief description of the story: A rock group’s rhythm guitarist, Rhys Alexander, dies and finds himself bound inside the body of a woman he’s never met. Can she help him move on to the other side, or will he end up finding the love of his life…after his has already ended?

For a time, I had this for free on Wattpad (where I posted as I wrote it). And several readers asked me how in the world I came up with the concept. The short answer was ‘By taking the longest route possible.’ The more involved answer is this…

It all started with a song—Imagine that, huh?—which began with a synthesized-sounding guitar and a sinful, maniacal laugh that made my gut quiver. (Yes, I do realize this may be an issue I need to fully address later.) It was Disturbed’s “Inside The Fire”. Add a little Framing Hanley (with that oh-so-sexy voice), and Tavion, lead singer of the band Persevere, was born. And what kind of woman would knock a strapping rock star to his knees? Why, a best-selling author, of course.

So here I had two people who worked in the entertainment industry, but were worlds apart. What could possibly bring them together? The answer seemed so simple, really: Fate. Then my next though was “What if Fate was a living, sometimes-breathing, entity? What an interesting point-of-view that would be!” And it spiraled from there. I dug deep into the protag, Devan (the name of the girl in Disturbed’s song), and put pieces of me and my personality into the mix. Naturally, then I had to mock myself and my works along the way. (i.e., Suddenly Impending Reprisals became Devan’s masterpiece, and guess what…it made it all the way to the NYT Bestsellers list! Way to go, Devan!!)

Now, the question was ‘What inspired me to write Connected’, and so far, I’m telling you how I started writing Twisted (Book 2). Yeah, well, I’m getting there. (Remember how I said it was the longest route possible?)

So there I was, writing Twisted and having a hell of a time. And then the unthinkable happened (insert suspenseful music here)…I got writer’s block. I’m talking a stint of writer’s block that could only have originated from the deepest, most vile and sulfuric, bowels of Hell. And, man, was it stubborn! Over a year went by before I picked it up again, and even then it wasn’t because I came up with a grand master plan, or that my head was swimming with ideas. No. It was simply because I missed my characters. So I started to reread/revise/edit the 30K words I had written, hoping it would shake something loose. Enter: two new inspirations.

The first was the Demonica series by Larissa Ione. In the series, paired up mates can sense each other’s emotions and I got to wondering “What would that be like?”

The next piece of inspiration came from Avenged Sevenfold (A7X). I was studying up on rock bands for Twisted (and can A7X ever ROCK!!), and checking out the band members (*drool*) and it inspired a new character—Rhys.

From Ione and A7X blossomed Connected (finally!) where Rhys’ spirit was stuck inside Addison (my protag), and they could sense each other’s emotions.

But I had one problem. I absolutely REFUSED to walk away from Twisted again. Soooo…how could I use this? Well, first of all, Rhys couldn’t be a lead singer since that’s what Tavion is. And secondly, I wanted this to be a fast-hitting novella used to compliment Twisted’s story. What I needed was a supporting member of the band... Hello, Rhys, my luscious rhythm guitarist!

But then I had another problem. (Because I needed more, right?) I couldn’t picture Rhys in Tavion’s band, Persevere, which is a more mature, established group. No, he belonged with some just-making-it-big band that wasn’t afraid to play with the formula, to take chances, and was just enjoying the ride and what life had to offer. He belonged with the guys of Black Codex.

Then problem #3: How did Black Codex and Persevere tie in to each other? I mean, if Connected leads into Twisted, they have to know each other somehow, right? Well, as luck would have it, they’re all friends. (Who knew?!) Eh, okay, so actually two members from Black Codex are brothers and they grew up with a guy from Persevere, so, by association, they became friends. (It’s all in the details, right?) ;)

All right. Now what? I didn’t want to introduce Fate (my sassy, capricious entity) in Connected even though he’s definitely hard at work behind the scenes. It would’ve been too distracting from the plot, and I had plenty to maneuver already! (Hello…dead rock star stuck in some chicks head!!) So what I did was plot Connected so it all occurs during the same timeframe as the first half of Twisted. Perfect! Then when people read Twisted, they’ll get all the behind-the-scenes-extras that were going on in Connected that either 1) I didn’t have time for, or 2) I couldn’t smoothly transition in.

At the end of my long-ass journey, not only did I have Connected, but I shook myself loose on Twisted…aaand came up with storylines for the other eight band members. (I’ll spare you the details on those. LOL) Thusly, the Twists of Fate series was born.

So, let me ask you again: Did you ever get a song stuck in your head…?

For more information on the Twists of Fate series: http://jolynpalliata.wordpress.com/romance/twists-of-fate-series/

Monday, December 26, 2011

Finding the Time

Where did all the time go?

Its the day after Christmas and I'm diving into my day job - meaning not writing. Where did all my "free" time go to write?

Oh yeah - the holidays.

I swear its getting worse every year. I get ready for the holidays, get healthy, plan what I need to do - and focus on things other than me.

Yes, I focus on family - but me? Not so much.

So on Tuesday, I'm getting a pedicure - and bringing my notepad to plot. And when I get home? Writing. Yep. The day job for the rest of Winter break will be MWF. Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday will be writing. Sunday - video games with the hubby.

That's what I have to do. Need to do.

Because I have the time until the middle of January. And then my schedule will change. And that's okay.

The thing is Reed, Josh and Hannah (from my WIP Trinity Bound) really want me to finish their draft. And Shade and Lily from Dust of My Wings really want me to finish plotting them. Not to mention the other 10 books I have planned - and countless other ideas. Plus I want to get back into blogging for myself in addition to the weekly guest I have that bring awesome contests.

What do you do when you realize you forgot to take time for yourself? When do you write? And what topics would you like to see on this blog? Any ideas?

Happy Holidays everyone!

Saturday, December 24, 2011

A New Year BlogHop is coming!!

The New Year Blog Hop!

Come visit us on Jan 4th! Over 60 authors and reviews are going to talk about their favorite New Year Memory! What does that mean for you? Well we are giving away gift cards, books, and other swag goodies throughout the day! Each author will chose their own winner - so that means over 50 winners! And you can win on multiple pages!

And the best thing? We have TWO Grand prizes. 

One being a Kindle Fire to a lucky winner!
Our second grand prize is a $80 Amazon GC!

So be sure to come by and try to win some amazing prizes! See you then!

Friday, December 23, 2011

An Excerpt from A Taste for A Mate

A Taste for a Mate - out Feb 2012

Later that evening Willow clung to Jasper’s hand as he led her to the Pack circle, her heart beating loudly in her ears. The Alpha planned to introduce her to the Pack and discuss her kidnapping and its ramifications with the Central Pack. Located in a valley filled with tall trees and grass, nestled between two rock faces. Raised edges formed stadium seating in the rock worn smooth over time they actually were comfortable. In the center lay a flat grassy plane surrounded by mud and dirt, reminding Willow of an archaic football field. Though she possessed no magic, she could still feel the pulse of Pack energy coming from the circle and the weight of boundless magic and decisions over centuries must have taken place there.
“So is everyone going to be in wolf or human form?” Willow asked.
Okay, that was a stupid question. But she hated silence.
Jasper laughed. “Human form. As much as we love our wolf ones, it’s kinda hard to talk to each other on four feet.”
Willow laughed. “Oh, but how do you communicate when you are a wolf?”
“Instinct. We follow each other or move our heads to indicate where we want to go. It isn’t like we have philosophical discussions when we’re hunting. I know some myths say we can talk telepathically, and though that would be cool as hell, we don’t.”
“So, no mind readers. Good to know.”
“Well, not that I know of anyway. But it could happen I guess. Maybe it comes after mating.” Jasper smiled.
“Really, what am I thinking now?” Willow teased.
“That I look good in this shirt?” Jasper laughed.
Willow widened her eyes. “Wow. I can’t believe it. You caught me.”
They laughed and Jasper held her close to his side. “Really? I’ll have to wear this more often.”
He leaned down and brushed his lips on her hair. Heat radiated over her skin. Thank God he couldn’t actually read her mind right now. She’d die of mortification.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

NEW COVER!!! - Trinity Bound

Isn't it beautiful? I LOVE Leia Shaw and her hubby. They just make me happy. I mean - look at how amazing their work is?


Trinity Bound is the third book in the Redwood Pack Series and is Reed's story. And if you can't guess - yes it's a menage! It should be out Spring of 2012

Here's the blurb:

Hannah Lewis, a rare earth witch, is taken from the only life she’s ever known. Held at her will by a sadistic wolf, she almost gives up hope that she’d ever see her real life again. But as her fellow captive, a werewolf named Reed, tries to calm her fears, she begins to feel a spark of something she never thought she’d feel – love. But is Reed, alone, enough to get her out of this dark basement so she can move on with her life?
Reed Jamenson, the artist of a werewolf Pack of Alpha males, knows instinctually that Hannah is his mate. Thus, despite their imprisonment, he will do all to protect her and then worry about their hearts. But is he strong enough to find a way for both of them to escape? And why does he feel as though something else is missing?
Josh Kolb, an ex-military human, stumbles upon Reed and Hannah and finds he must trust this new world of supernatural beings to survive. But that desire will lead the three to a triangle of attraction that will test the boundaries they all possess and its consequences in defeating the enemy. Can they all trust one another to save themselves and life as they know it? Even at the cost of their own hearts?

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Holiday Memories - BlogHop

Holiday Memories

Hi All! Welcome to the Holiday Blog Hop!

Be sure to leave a comment, as one lucky person will win a $10 Amazon GC.

            My favorite memory of Christmas morning came one day when I was six. We were stationed in Japan, and my parents were lucky enough to have found gifts through my Grandfather to have shipped to us.
            That year I got a Barbie Dream House. You know, the one that had three stories and an elevator you pulled with a string. I LOVED that house. It made three moves with us and traveled around the world.
            However, my little sister, four years younger, HATED that house. Here’s why.
            My parents gave us gifts under the trees and in our stockings. Our stockings were filled with candy and toothbrushes and lotion. Pretty much anything small my Mom could find. J
            But we each got 1 Santa Gift. One large gift that may or may not be wrapped that “Santa” brought us. And since they weren’t wrapped, “Santa” was kind enough to use one of our sheets to cover them. So, we walked out of the bedroom area into the living room where the tree was. I ran past my large gift covered under a sheet and looked around for the cookies that “Santa” ate. He did well that year.
            So I missed the three stories, about four feet tall, sheet-draped Barbie Dream house.
            My sister did not.
            She SCREAMED.
            “No Santa! No Santa!”
            Apparently she though the sheet was Santa and was going to kill her. She was two.
            She cried and we had to make sure she was okay. My mother ripped the sheet off and explained that Carrie’s gift was a house, not a murdering Santa.
            My sister is 21 now. Every Christmas I hug her then scream, “No Santa! No Santa!”
            Love in my family is unconditional. Well, okay, it should be.
             What are your favorite memories? Any as funny as mine?

Also, be sure to check out my debut release, An Alpha's Path. 

Found on Amazon and Barnes & Noble 

          Melanie is a twenty-five year old chemist who has spent all of her adult life slaving at school. With her PhD in hand, she's to start her dream job, but before she does, her friend persuades her to relax and try to live again. A blind date set up through her friends seems like the perfect solution. Melanie can take one night away from the lab and let her inner vixen out on a fixed blind date - a chance to get crazy with a perfect stranger. The gorgeous hunk she's to meet exceeds her wildest dreams – be he is more than what he appears and Melanie's analytical mind goes into overdrive.

            Kade, a slightly older werewolf (at over one hundred years), needs a night way from the Pack. Too many responsibilities and one near miss with a potential mate made Kade hide in his work, the only peace he can find. His brother convinces him to meet the sexy woman for a one night of fun. What could it hurt? But when he finds this woman could be his mate, can he convince her to leave her orderly, sane world and be with him and his wolf-half, for life?

Be sure to leave a comment as one lucky person will win a $10 Amazon GC. And be sure to follow the Holiday Hop!

Monday, December 19, 2011

The Unlikely Heroine with Jessica Subject

Hi All! Please welcome my friend and fellow author Jessica Subject!!

The Unlikely Heroine
Most of the heroines that are in the stories I read are either women who have just experienced the biggest heartbreak of their life, or are very strong-willed independent women who aren’t looking for a man, but wind up in love anyway. Not that there is anything wrong with these stories—I do love them—but it’s rare to find women in other situations. How often do we have heroines who have been raped, gone through lap-band surgery, or in Tamara Johnston’s case, have Alopecia Areata—an autoimmune disease which can leave patients bald? I’ve read these stories, too, but these are very sensitive topics and require a great deal of research and emotion included in the story. These heroines must struggle with their own identity issues before they can trust anyone to let them into their heart.
Now, you tell me: What real-world issues do the heroines you read/write about face?
I will randomly draw a name from those who answer my question to WIN a copy of Beneath the Starry Sky. Please leave your email address in the body of your comment so that I may contact you if you win. Contest will run until December 23rd.
Beneath the Starry Sky Blurb
Left at the altar with bald patches on her head and her self-confidence stripped away, Tamara Johnson must pick up the pieces of her life and face her Alopecia Areata, the autoimmune disease causing her hair to fall out. She is convinced no man will date a bald woman and arranges a one-night stand through Madame Evangeline’s popular service, 1Night Stand. With her new wig held firmly in place, Tamara arrives at the Castillo Hotel in Las Vegas for a night of passion and pleasure. Anything more than one night would mean exposing her bald head, and she will never do that to any man again.

Running into the Castillo Hotel, away from the paparazzi constantly at his heels, Josh Summers wants to spend his next few days locked away from the flashing lights and screaming fans. When he finds an incredibly sexy woman lying on his hotel room bed in nothing but lingerie, he thinks management has made a mistake. Leaving her behind, he heads for the lobby to get the situation rectified. But an unexpected text from Madame Evangeline sends him back to his room. Though unsure whether the woman on the bed is really his perfect match or just another fan believing him to be like his character on television, he knows he must find out, even if it means he must risk telling her his own secrets. If Tamara can handle his imperfections, she just might be his ideal woman.

Available from Decadent Publishing and other ebook retailers.
To learn more about Alopecia Areata and to help find a cure, visit the National Alopecia Areata Foundation http://www.naaf.org and the Canadian Alopecia Areata Foundation http://canaaf.org/
Jessica Subject started writing to encourage her daughter to read. Now she writes to keep herself grounded. Although she reads many genres, she enjoys writing Science Fiction Romance the most and believes everyone in the universe deserves a happily ever after. She lives Southwestern Ontario, Canada with her husband and two kids and loves to hear from anyone who has enjoyed her stories.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Stuff your Stockings BlogHop!

Hi All!

I'm participating in the Stuff Your Stockings Blog Hop! Thanks for coming!  Be sure to click the logo to find all of the other authors!!!!

If you are going in order, you may have come from Jennifer Labelle's or you are just starting out, either way, welcome! You can click the logo to find all the other authors, or go directly to the next in the list, Giselle Renard

So, answer me this question:

What is your favorite Stocking Stuffer?

I'm giving away a $10 Amazon GC, so be sure to leave your email and answer to my question or comment!

Thank you so much for coming by and celebrating the hop and my debut release, An Alpha's Path. Found on Amazon and Barnes and Noble

Prizes Galore:
$400+ In Gift Cards to Amazon, B&N, ARe, and Other Publisher Sites
150+ In Ebooks of all heat levels
Jewlery, Gift Baskets, Christmas Ornaments, and all kinds of goodies
Each participating author is going to hold a contest on their blog with so many treats up for grabs it’s enough to make every reader’s Christmas just that much happier! In each contest post the author will link the others participating in the blog hop to help you find each and ever stop to increase your chances to win.
The contest will start Friday, December 16, 2011 and go till midnight Sunday, December 18, 2011.

      Thursday, December 15, 2011

      Character Interviews from Destiny Unchained

      Hello Carrie Ann Ryan! I'm happy to be here on your blog again. Today I have with me, the handsome and sweet (but don't underestimate his alpha power), Cristian. And the lovely vampire assassin, Natalia. Cristian and Natalia are the h/h from my most recent paranormal romance novel, Destiny Unchained.

      So, Natalia and Cristian, tell us what brought you two together.

      C: Well, I'm the alpha of the Northwest werewolf pack. The men in my pack -
      N: And women.
      C: *Nods* And women, in my pack work to protect the gray wolf population from human hunters and vampires who use their blood to get high. When I first met Natalia, I thought she was one of the vampire addicts we hate.
      N: After he shot a poison arrow through my chest -
      C: Because she was about to kill one of my kind.
      N: We had a nice little chat then parted on amicable terms.
      C: *arches a brow* Amicable terms? You lodged a shiv in my back and left me unconscious in the middle of the forest.
      N: Yeah, that was downright generous.
      C: *rolls eyes* We ran into each other again a few days later and I learned about the Silver Slayer.
      N: My latest target. A twisted serial killer who happens to be a werewolf.
      C: I convinced her to work with me -
      N: Forced me to work with you.
      C: *snorts* As if I could force you to do anything.
      N: *grins* You know me so well.
      C: Anyway. We hunted the Silver Slayer together through the mountains of northern Montana. *Gazes at Natalia* And every step of the way I fell deeper and deeper in love.
      N: *Chuckles* And I just wanted to kill him.
      C: *Takes her hand* She came to her senses though. Eventually.
      N: Yes. Eventually I learned what I had been missing all these years. A stubborn, pain in the ass werewolf.
      C: Damn straight.
      *Gaze at each other lovingly*

      Ahem. Okay, we are going to leave these two alone for a while. Thank you for having me Carrie and I hope you readers will take a chance on Destiny Unchained. It's only $0.99 through Christmas so pick it up now!

      Sunday, December 11, 2011

      Six Sentence Sunday - #22

      Hi Everyone!

      Today I'm giving you a bit of A Taste for a Mate, book 2 in the Redwood Pack series. It is the follow up to my debut novel An Alpha's Path, found on Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

      Below, Jasper and Willow speak for the first time. :-)

      Jasper held out his hand in hopes of touching her skin.
      Willow blinked up at him and seemed at a loss for words. Her lips opened slightly, begging him to lean down and taste her.
      “Uh… yeah… I’m Willow Delton.”  She shook her head and gave him a small smile and placed her slender hand in his. He was right – her skin was incredibly soft and made him want to take a bite.

      Thanks so much for stopping by! Be sure to stop by the other sixers here!

      Tuesday, December 6, 2011

      Caught with Cassandra Carr

      Hey everybody! Cassandra Carr here! Loose Id released my BDSM holiday novella, Caught, a
       week early! You can find it at http://www.loose-id.com/Caught.aspx.
      Here's the blurb:
      When Callie returns to her hometown for the holidays she comes face to face with her old lover and Dominant Jack. She left him three years ago believing he could never be the happily-ever-after man she needed. Yet Jack still wants her and she finds herself wanting to submit to him again.As Jack and Callie explore their Dominant/submissive relationship, Callie gets drawn deep into Jack’s world all over again.
      For his part, Jack can’t seem to forget how she nearly ruined him when she took off without even saying good-bye all those years ago, but he’s afraid his baser needs will destroy Callie.
      Can Callie give Jack another chance to prove he can be what she needs? Can Jack overcome his own fears and claim Callie forever?
      And here's Chapter One!
      'They’re really taking this politically correct thing too far.' Stepping from the foyer into the living room, Callie spied a twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. On the mantel, a lit menorah burned, the candles flickering as the people nearby jostled for position as more and more guests crammed into the room. This was a boisterous crowd; already drinking like it was New Year’s. Advancing further into the room, she noticed the Kwanza decorations and rolled her eyes.
      'Pick a holiday and go with it, people. You can’t please everyone.'
      She sought out the host and hostess, old friends from her grad school days, and said hello, handing over the obligatory “Thanks for inviting me” bottle of wine. They chatted for a bit to catch up before she grabbed a cocktail and made her way toward the dining room in search of other former classmates and some food. The smells of the various delicacies wafted by, making her mouth water in anticipation. She had just gotten into town and was starving. Plopping a slice of Cheddar cheese onto a cracker, she stuffed it into her mouth and then looked up -- and everything inside her came to a screeching halt.
      Jack was there.
      With a beer hanging from his long, rough fingers, he leaned against the wall, casual as can be, while her world tilted on its axis. He looked so good-- still the same tall, well-muscled body, still the same olive skin, black hair, and full lips. His Italian ancestry lent him an air of exoticness, and she’d always been a sucker for that. Her stomach roiled. The cracker caught in her throat, choking her. As she began to cough and sputter, he turned to see what the commotion was, and their gazes met. Callie watched as his eyes went dark with heat and recognition. A blush rushed up her chest through her neck and into her face. With suddenly cold fingers, she touched her burning skin.
      He brought his beer to his lips and took a long pull, his tongue sneaking out to catch a stray drop from his top lip. Her gaze followed the movement. His own intense gaze never left her face. Even when his companion said something to him, he merely nodded and kept the whole of his attention on her. She took a fortifying sip of her vodka and cranberry juice, then another, longer gulp, trying to dislodge the cracker from her throat. And still he stared.
      And she did the same damn thing she’d done three years ago when she’d gotten scared by his demands, his power -- she ran. Cursing herself for her cowardice, she nonetheless wove her way through the crowd, setting her drink down on the nearest available surface as she rushed past. But before she made it to the front door, she felt his hand, still chilled from holding the beer bottle, curl around her overheated arm. “Long time no see. Leaving so soon, Callie?”
      He pulled her around to face him, he backed her up against the wall in the foyer. With him this close, with his touch and his smell and his sheer size surrounding her, her body betrayed her, just like it always had where he was concerned. Her nipples tightened, her pussy ached, and her breath quickened. “What are you doing here?” She sighed at her own stupidity for asking something so obvious.
      “These are my friends. A better question to ask is -- what are you doing here?”
      “I came back to town for the holidays, and I wanted to see some of my old grad school buddies. I guess I-I didn’t think about the possibility of you being here.”
      “Is me being here a problem?”
      “No,” she answered too quickly.
      “I miss you.”
      “I miss you too.”
      'Dammit! What else am I going to admit to him?'
      “I still want you. I want to touch you. I need to touch you. May I?” At her silent nod, he lightly rested his hand around her throat. Not hard enough to choke, but enough to establish his dominance over her.
      'Like he needs to establish that. How could I possibly forget who and what he is?'
      Callie shivered. God, she wanted him. She’d never been as scared or as excited or felt as alive as she had during the year and a half she had subbed for Jack. Seeing him again made her want to get down on her knees and give him anything he wanted. If she remembered correctly, that was everything. But could he give it back to her? Before, he’d been unable or unwilling to, and when she hadn’t been able to handle loving him without reciprocation anymore, she’d left.
      Her lips were parched, and she darted her tongue out to wet them. His eyes turned black as they blazed back at her. “I want you too.” And it was the truth. She wanted him, and this time, she’d have him. If she ran away again, she knew she’d regret it for the rest of her life. “Are you collared?”
      “Seeing anyone?”
      She turned the question around. “Are you seeing anyone?” A strange look passed over his face, but Callie couldn’t interpret it before it was gone.
      “No. Answer me, Callie -- are you seeing anyone?”
      Letting out a soft growl, Jack cupped the back of her neck in his large hand and kissed her. There was nothing gentle in his kiss -- there never had been. This kiss was one of possession, of establishing even more control. He pressed in further, molding his body to hers while he continued to plunder her mouth. He didn’t force his tongue inside; he didn’t have to.
      Surrendering, she relaxed and let him take her. He let out a grunt of satisfaction and changed the angle of her head so he could deepen the kiss. He slid a powerful thigh between hers as she moaned from the sensual onslaught.
      After long moments he pulled away, grabbed her hand, and led her toward the back of the house. Callie gasped when he pushed her into a bedroom and kicked the door closed. She whirled around to face him but couldn’t bring herself to look him in the eye, reverting to the naturally submissive pose of staring at his feet, her hands behind her back. She hadn’t subbed for anyone in the three years she’d been gone and was amazed at how quickly the submissive veil slipped over her again. He chuckled.
      “My pet, you’re still a delightful submissive, I see.” He took a gentle hold on her chin and pulled her face up to his. “I want you. I’ve always wanted you, since the moment you walked into my classroom. I know I’m a selfish bastard, but I’m going to ask for this most exquisite Christmas present anyway: will you submit to me again?”
      Callie nodded, too overcome with emotion to speak.
      “I want to hear the words -- I want you to be sure.”
      “Yes, I’ll sub for you,” she managed to get out around the lump in her throat.
      “Good. Then you’ll be available to me insofar as you’re able to, barring other commitments. Do you understand me?”
      “Yes,” she answered, the word hardly loud enough to be considered a whisper. She licked her lips again.
      “Yes, what?”
      “Yes, Sir.”
      “By the way, I’m clean. I was tested a few months ago. You?”
      “Yes, Sir, same.”
      He stepped forward and shoved her to her knees. She went willingly. Callie wanted this -- she wanted to show him she could handle him this time. Keeping her eyes trained on the floor, she waited for his next move. He let her stew for a minute and then pulled her to him, undoing his pants with his other hand. He guided his already-erect cock into her mouth, and she took it, letting his essence wash over her tongue, relearning the contours of the head, the smoothness of the shaft, as he sawed in and out of her mouth with brutal strokes. He’d never been easy on her, and tonight was no exception.
      He pulled his still-hard cock out of her mouth, resting just the very tip on her bottom lip. “How long are you in town for?”
      Callie drew back enough to answer, “Through the first of the year.”She looked up in time to see him smile. “Excellent. We have a few weeks, then.” He thrust all the way to the back of her throat, and she struggled not to gag. He held the back of her head with both hands, forcing her to take his dick all the way to the root, and held it there for several seconds. “Where are you staying?” He pulled out again. He had always liked carrying on conversations as Callie sucked him -- reinforcing his dominance by repeatedly pulling out and then shoving back into her mouth as he saw fit.
      “With Lora,” she answered, naming her oldest friend.
      “Ah, not far from me. I still live on Tremont. Is she going to let you play?”
      “Lora lets me do whatever I want -- she doesn’t judge.”
      “I think I’m really going to enjoy the holidays for the first time in a long while.” He went up on tiptoe and pushed back into her mouth, tilting her head until it was at theangle he wanted, and then began ruthlessly plundering her depths. “It’s been a long time since you’ve tasted my cum, my sweet. You’re going to swallow it -- every drop, like the gift it is.”
      A scant few seconds later, Callie felt his cock swelling even larger, growing even longer, and then after pulling back until only his cockhead remained inside her mouth, he was coming; straining, as jet after jet of warm, salty liquid shot onto her tongue and slid down her throat. When he was finally spent, he withdrew completely and put himself back together. She remained on her knees, the denim of her jeans little protection from the hardwood floor.
      Some might say she gave in too easily, but as Callie considered the man before her who’d turned her world upside down now for the second time, she knew that wasn’t true. Not at all. Her soul was at peace for the first time in years. She was a different person than she’d been all those years ago. Callie was what and where she needed to be: she just had to figure out how to hold on to the fragile sense of contentment she’d discovered tonight.
      He briefly stroked the side of her face, then leaned down to touch his lips to hers. “Give me your number.” She started to reach into the purse that had fallen beside her on the floor. He chuckled. “You may rise.” Standing up with her purse, she pulled a small sheet from the memo pad she always kept with her. “Still jotting notes, I see.”
      “Yes, you never know where or when you’ll find inspiration,” she answered, quoting one of his own mantras back to him. After writing down her cell phone number, she handed him the paper.
      He held up it and kissed it. “I’ll be in touch.” After taking one last look at her, he left the room.
      She sat down on the bed, touching the tips of her fingers to her lips. Undoubtedly he thought he’d scored a great coup, bringing her back into his fold. Little did he realize, though… Sometimes the hunter becomes the hunted.
      Copyright 2011, Cassandra Carr
      Cassandra Carr is a multi-published erotic romance writer who lives in Western New York with her husband, Inspiration, and her daughter, Too Cute for Words. When not writing she enjoys watching hockey and hanging out on Twitter. Her debut novel, Talk to Me, was released by Loose Id on March 22, 2011. Head Games, Buffalo Intimidators book 1, released on November 2, 2011 from Siren Bookstrand, Caught released December 6, 2011 from Loose Id, and Impact is coming in early 2012 from Ellora's Cave. For more information about Cassandra, check out her website at http://www.booksbycassandracarr.com, "like" her Facebook fan page at http://www.facebook.com/AuthorCassandraCarr or follow her on Twitter at http://www.twitter.com/Cassandra_Carr.

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      Sunday, December 4, 2011

      Six Sentence Sunday - #21

      Hi All!

      Today will be the last Six Sunday from my new release An Alpha's Path! It's my debut release and came out Dec 1st! Whoot! You can find it on Amazon or Barnes and Noble.

      Kade is telling his brother Jasper how well his blind date with Mel went - or not so much. :-)

      Jasper burst to his feet. “Are you fucking kidding me Kade? You change into a mangy wolf in front of her and you wonder why she isn’t by your side?”

      “I’m not mangy, I’m a fucking awesome wolf with a full coat.” Yeah, good comeback Kade.

      “So not the point, oh mighty Heir.”

      Thank you soooo much for the great release day and I hope you get a chance to read more about Mel and Kade! Click the logo below to find some amazing Six Sunday Authors!!!!

      Saturday, December 3, 2011

      An Alpha's Path is Out!

      Hi Everyone!

      An Alpha's Path was released on Thursday and I am so excited! I had such a great day talking to y'all through twitter and Facebook! Thank you so much for making it such a great day for me.

      An Alpha's Path is my first work. The first time I went through edits, covers and crying. It was such a new experience and so rewarding.

      So thank you for your RTing and your emails. You guys make me so happy!

      I am in edits for A Taste for a Mate, the follow up for An Alpha's Path. I hope to have it out by late Jan 2012.

      You can find An Alpha's Path at Amazon and Barnes and Noble.

      I'm currently on a blog tour for it and will continue on throughout the month. So be sure to keep a look out as I am giving out some prizes!

      An Alpha's Path:

      Melanie is a twenty-five year old chemist who has spent all of her adult life slaving at school. With her PhD in hand, she's to start her dream job, but before she does, her friend persuades her to relax and try to live again. A blind date set up through her friends seems like the perfect solution. Melanie can take one night away from the lab and let her inner vixen out on a fixed blind date - a chance to get crazy with a perfect stranger. The gorgeous hunk she's to meet exceeds her wildest dreams – but he is more than what he appears and Melanie's analytical mind goes into overdrive.

      Kade, a slightly older werewolf (at over one hundred years), needs a night way from the Pack. Too many responsibilities and one near miss with a potential mate made Kade hide in his work, the only peace he can find. His brother convinces him to meet the sexy woman for a one night of fun. What could it hurt? But when he finds this woman could be his mate, can he convince her to leave her orderly, sane world and be with him and his wolf-half, for life?

      Friday, December 2, 2011

      Humor and Love

      Hi All!

      I hope everyone had a great week! Today I'm over at Lia Davis's Blog, talking about what makes your hero sexy and my new release An Alpha's Path !! You can find it here at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

      I also have Heather Thurmeier at the blog today! 

      Humor and Love

      I write contemporary romances. That’s all I set out to write. I didn’t set out to write funny books. That part just sort of happened all on it’s own. I’m not sure how or why since I’ve never really considered myself a very funny person. But when it comes to writing, I guess I found a sense of humor I never knew I had. Or at least my characters are funny. Really, it’s their voices I’m writing, not my own.

      But the more I found my voice as a writer, the more humor I found in real life as well. It’s not that it wasn’t there before. I guess I just started paying more attention to it. Even in relationships, there can be humor—in real life and in writing.

      Sometimes when I’m writing characters, I make them say things I’d never dream of saying in real life. And other times, I have something happen in real life that I’d never dream of writing into a story because no one would believe the characters would actually say it or do it.

      I’m lucky to have a husband who makes me laugh. Sure we still take life seriously, but there’s no reason you can’t have some humor mixed in there too. Take our anniversary this year for example…

      T’was the night before our anniversary and we were cuddling on the couch just after putting the kids to bed. It had been a long day. We were both tired. And then a thought struck me. This was our exact conversation:

      Me: Did you remember it's our anniversary tomorrow?

      Hubs: Not until right this second.

      Me: I remembered one second before I asked you.

      Hubs: Don't expect a card.

      Me: Ditto.

      Then we had a laugh about how it was a good thing we both suck at remembering our anniversary (this is not the first year we’ve forgotten it!) or else someone would always be in deep trouble.

      The next day, this arrived at my door…

      I love my hubs. I love that he makes me laugh. I couldn’t make this stuff up if I tried. And I certainly couldn’t stick it in a book because there’s no way a reader would let me get away with it!

      Have you found humor in some way that no reader would ever believe if you wrote it into a book? Leave a comment, I’d love it hear your story!

      Heather Thurmeier
      ~Heart, humor, and a happily ever after

      Website: http://heatherthurmeier.com

      Email: heatherthurmeier@gmail.com 

      Twitter: @hthurmeier

      Facebook: Heather Thurmeier, author


      Amelia Brooks agrees to a weekend retreat in California, thinking it will be held in sunny Malibu only to find out she’s stuck in chilly Lake Tahoe for four long days—just what a girl from Minnesota wants to hear in the middle of winter. Now instead of wiggling her toes in the sand, her feet are squeezed into her new manufactured-by-Satan-himself-uncomfortable boots. If that’s not enough, Amelia’s obnoxious colleague William has decided this is the weekend they’ll finally be together and he won’t keep his thoughts—or his hands—to himself.
      Amelia’s ready to kick off those boots and peel off her wooly sweater once she meets Nate Miller—the workshop’s hunky presenter. But Nate’s not ready to settle down. He’s seen his workshop buddies fall in love then fall out of the running for being promoted to the big city workshop circuit and he’s not about to let that happen to his life’s dream—until he gets involved with Amelia. Now he’s not so sure he can walk away at the end of the weekend with his heart intact and his promotion in hand.
      Now Amelia’s got four days to stave off William’s persistent advances long enough to fall in love with Nate and possibly…learn to ski the bunny hill.

      Thursday, December 1, 2011

      Of a Certain Age with Emily Cale

      Hi All! I'm over at Emily Cale's today talking about my upcoming release An Alpha's Path! And Emily is here today! Yep we traded blogs! 
      Of a Certain Age

      Thanks so much to Carrie Ann for trading blogs with me today!

      I'm of a certain age at the moment. Yeah, you all know what I'm talking about. That age when all your friends get married. As much as I love helping them all shop for dresses, vent about future in-laws, and pick out the bows that will go in the flower girls' hair, I eventually get worn out. Part of that could be that I am bad luck for weddings. Not necessarily for the bride and groom, but for the actual ceremony and reception. Don't believe me. Please see exhibit A for proof.
      - I've been invited to four weddings that were canceled at the last minute. One was canceled the night before.
      -Every outdoor wedding I've attended (in 3 different states) has been delayed or moved because of rain.
      - Driving to a ceremony site (with all the bridesmaids and bride) I got not one, but two cars stuck in the mud.
      - I managed to ruin one of my favorite dresses ever driving to out of town wedding (while doing nothing but sitting). The ceremony was in a small town and I couldn't fix it, so I spent the whole night with a hole through the fabric on my abdomen. (Yes, that was far more about me than the actual wedding.)
      - A bug crawled on me during an outdoor. When I noticed and jumped a little, it caused two other bridesmaids to shriek during the ceremony while I got rid of the giant insect.

      Okay, that's all I'm willing to share right now. Any crazy things happen at weddings you've been to/been in? Leave a comment and I'll choose one winner to receive a winter survival kit (includes homemade hot chocolate mix, candle, and other goodies).

      Honeymoon Suite Blurb:
      Laurie had practically given up on finding someone who was willing to save sex for marriage. Then she found Matt, an amazingly wonderful and sexy man who was willing to wait until after they said “I do.”  Now that the ceremony and reception have finally ended, she can’t wait to get him up to their hotel room, hang up the “Do Not Disturb” sign, and spend the night acting out all the dirty fantasies that have filled her head since their engagement.
      Matt can’t think of anything he wants more than to please his new wife. She’s always been shy and private, but on their wedding night, she turns into an irresistible vixen. Nothing would make him happier than spending the entire night exploring every curve of her luscious body.
      The two newlyweds are finally alone together and the whole evening lies ahead. Laces and buttons will come undone, and Matt and Laurie will find out if their wedding night will be everything that they’ve been waiting for.

      Author bio:

      Emily Cale spent the majority of her childhood as a visitor to the worlds of her favorite authors. With encouragement from her English teachers, she put pen to paper and began imagining her own stories. Preferring the fascinating lives of her characters, she majored in creative writing. When not lost in a manuscript or a good book, she enjoys crocheting, rock climbing, and playing board games. She currently lives in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, with her husband and a very spoiled cat. You can find her on her blog (http://www.emilycale.blogspot.com) or procrastinating on Twitter (http://www.twitter.com/EmilyCale)