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Sue's Romantic Times Experience

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Hi Sticky Pages Readers!!

I'm Crazy Sue, a friend of Munk's, and she invited me to give my impressions about RT on her blog.

The Romantic Times Conference 2009 in Orlando, Florida was so much fun! I hope that all Sticky Pages Readers are able to meet this special group of people, be it at an RT in your area or some other event.

It's the the ladies that made RT fun and special for me. The authors and fangirls I met there were so warm, welcoming and friendly. And funny! And deliciously naughty in all the right ways.

By all appearances Shelley Bradley is so innocent and sweet. She looks like a fresh-faced ingenue just learning about life. And then she grins that saucy grin and you know first impressions can be so false. This is an awesome woman, y'all. A fantastic writer, she's also thoughtful, kind, LOL funny and just fun to be with. And she's totally amazed that she makes fangirls squeal.

Sylvia Day is exotic and mysterious. I always wonder what's going on behind those dark, sparkling eyes. Sylvia sparkles. Literally. Her eyes mesmerize me whenever I see her. She says she's shy and this surprises me because she's so charming and relaxed. This woman is quick! She can go from zero to 60 at any moment, a little bundle of high-test energy, full of strength and determination.

MacKenzie McCade, the blond, is tall with a gorgeous welcoming smile and dimples, and she's the sexiest, most naughty Grandma you'll ever meet! She's so proud of her kids and grandkids, it warms my heart. She can be completely deadpan and professional when she chooses, and intimidating too. High power corporate. Then *boom* her persona changes completely and she's talking about how delicious and lickable her new cowboys are with a grin and a twinkle in her eyes. Mac laughs with ease, her good humor infectious.

Karin Tabke is a Lady. Tall and tan, hair piled elegantly high, perfect make-up. And calm. She's like the eye of the storm in our rowdy group. What's a nice Lady like that doing hanging out with us? I was so wrong. Karin IS a Lady, and she is nice, but she's also deliciously wicked with a seething wit that she wields with surgical precision. I very much enjoyed the conversations I had with her.

The Canadian Conundrum, as I dubbed them, traveled very far from Canada to Orlando and were a treat to meet.

Sasha White is a force of nature. I swear gravity bends in her presence, drawing people to her. She has this deep, feminine-husky voice that is so sexy she could read the phonebook and have men harden. A rabble-rowser to the core, she was totally not scary. I wasn't overwhelmed by the strength of her personality; I was instantly comfortable with her.

Cathryn Fox isn't anything like I expected. I mean, have you read her books? They are naw-tay. My first impression of Cathy Fox was that she looked like a librarian. With her tiny blond pixieness, glasses and sweetly studious air I just knew she was going to shush me. But oh, no. Not only did I not get shushed, she is a ringleader for rowdiness. This woman is now Foxy Lady!

Shelly is a Foxy Lady companion and friend. She was fun to chat with and generously took pictures for the group. I hope she had a great time at RT. Shelly took this picture of the Wicked Writer's Breakfast.

Lily glows. She is an aspiring author who is on the cusp of being published. I loved her low-key excitement. It was like at any moment she was going to howl with delight, but she was trying to restrain herself. Howl, girl, HOWL.

More stellar authors:

Ciana Stone is a such a wonderful person. Her laugh is like nothing else. She writes in just about every genre out there for Ellora's Cave and she knows her stuff. She's also a graphic artist, a great one, she films/makes book teaser videos, designs book covers... so very skilled and creative. I find her work fascinating. Please, fangirl scream when you see her. No matter where you are. :-D

Mary Wine is truly a great woman. I've been a fan of hers for years with her ebooks. Look for a print explosion from this lady. In addition to her many talents, Mary is a historical costume designer and seamstress. She makes her own gorgeous gowns for the parties. Mary is a history buff, she has to be with her costumes, so she's a font of really cool info about what it was like living in the past.

Larissa Ione/Sydney Croft is so nice, even after my yip of happiness at meeting her flared her headache. I was so excited to meet her! I have a demon duck now to grace my shelf. AND I have a backlist of Croft books to discover because I have all her Ione books already!

Sahara Kelly is a Hoot! Her banter is fast and furious. And she is very brave. Sahara has this gorgeous long hair and she let me braid it (after shameless begging on my part) despite her fear of what I was doing to her behind her back. I have no idea why Ciana and Susan were laughing their asses off. *innocent eyes* The braid was beautiful! Sahara, you are such a good sport. And your English accent, delicious.

I gush at Angela Knight every time I meet her. She is such a dear woman, always welcoming and kind to her babbling fangirl, generous with her time and self-effacing. She told me she was horribly teased as a youth, which angers me but happens often, so to have people be star-struck to meet her is a real treat and kind of bizarre to her. She'll have to get used to it. I met Angela's sexy ex-cop hubby too. Rawr. No, I didn't get a picture of him.

Now as to my favorite fangirls...

Laurie K, gangsta L Kap, is COLORFUL, from her vibrant personality, her uber-fashion hair, her gorgeous tats, to her pretty painted toes. She's wild, but down-to-earth, thoughtful, very aware. I enjoyed every minute with her. I will never forget the power of her sexy ass on the dance floor. She started swaying to the music. Soon the dancers around her stared and began swaying with her, then ALL the dancers were following her sway AS A GROUP. It was like the Electric Boogie only L Kap Style! I have never in my life seen anything like it! Sway on L Kap.

Vicki Blueyes is quieter, but you know what they say about still waters run deep. That's Vick. She sees everything, processes it all and is spot on with what she thinks about things. I very much enjoyed our discussions about... everything. She is so interesting and a pleasure to hang with. Vicki is one of those pretty people who become more and more beautiful the better you know them. You know what I mean? When you meet her, you'll see. She's beautiful, inside and out.

Readers of Sticky Pages have gotten to know Munky. In addition to reading voraciously and having fabulous taste in books, eyecandy and shoes, she's clever, insightful, kind, generous, honest, forthright, has a wicked sense of humor, wears high heels well and simply loves the color pink. What you see is what you get, take it or leave it, and I just adore her for that.

So what I found at the Orlando Romantic Times Conference is that these people are simply wonderful. All the authors I met were welcoming and kind. Thanks for a great experience, one I'll never forget!



RT 2009 Pics

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Laurie & Vicki (you guys rock!)

MacKenzie McKade

MacKenzie McKade

Jeaniene Frost

Dakota Cassidy

Cathryn Fox

Shelley Bradley

Sasha White

Ann Aguirre

Larissa Ione

Shayla Black & Sylvia Day

Sylvia Day (mine all mine)

Cathryn Fox

Sasha White

Larissa Ione

Mr. Romance 2009

Mr. Romance 2009

Megan Hart

Sylvia Day

Lauren Dane



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Eve Of Darkness

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S.J. Day

Cursed by God, hunted by demons, desired by Cain and Abel... All in a day's work.
For Evangeline Hollis, a long-ago fling with a bad boy from the wrong side of the tracks just became a disaster of biblical proportions. One night with a leather-clad man of mystery has led to a divine punishment: the Mark of Cain.
Thrust into a world where sinners are drafted to kill demons, Eve knows her learning curve must be short. A longtime agnostic, she begrudgingly maneuvers through a celestial bureaucracy where she is a valuable but ill-treated pawn. She's also become the latest point of contention in the oldest case of sibling rivalry in history...
But she'll worry about all that later. Right now she's more concerned with learning to kill while staying alive. And saving the soul she'd never quite believed she had.

"Great characters and terrific storytelling in a hot-blooded adrenaline ride. A keep-you-up-all-night read."
#1 New York Times bestselling author
A Marked Novel, Book #1Genre: Urban FantasyMass Market PaperbackTor Books - April 28, 2009ISBN-10: 0765360411ISBN-13: 978-0765360410

“Sin is crouching at your door, it desires to have you, but you shall master it.”– The LORD to Cain, Genesis 4:7

The Devil is in the details.

Evangeline Hollis understood the true gist of that saying now, surrounded as she was by thousands of Satan’s minions. Some wore Seattle Seahawks baseball caps, others wore San Diego Chargers jerseys. All bore detailed designs similar to tribal tattoos on their skin that betrayed both what species of cursed being they were and what their rank in Hell’s hierarchy was. To her enhanced eyes, it looked like a damn festival for sinners. They were drinking beer, devouring nachos, and waving giant foam fingers.
In reality, the event was a football game in Qualcomm Stadium. The day was classic Southern California perfection–sunny and warm, the eighty-degree temperature balanced by a delightfully cool breeze. Mortals mingled with Infernal beings in blissful ignorance, simply enjoying a bit of afternoon spectator sport. To Eve, the scene was macabre; like watching hungry wolves sunning themselves alongside lambs. Gore, violence, and death were the inevitable result of any interaction between the two.
“Stop thinking about them.”
Alec Cain’s deep, sensual voice made her shiver inside, but outwardly she shot him a rueful glance over the top of her sunglasses. He was always telling her to ignore their prey when they weren’t on the hunt. As if rogue fae, demons, mages, werewolves, dragons, and thousands of variants of the same were easily disregarded.
“There’s a woman breastfeeding her child next to an incubus,” she muttered.
“Angel.” His nickname for her moved over her skin like a tangible caress. Alec’s voice could turn driving directions into foreplay. “We’re taking the day off, remember?”
She blew out her breath and looked away. At a few inches over six feet, Alec was blessed with a powerful chest and tautly ridged abdomen that were noticeable even through his fitted white tank. He had long, muscular legs presently showcased in knee-length Dickies shorts and biceps so beautifully defined they were coveted by both men and women.
He was her lover… occasionally. Like all sweets, Alec was delicious and satisfying, but too much of him caused a sugar crash that left her dazed and reeling. He’d also ruined life as she had known it. Her career aspiration had been interior design, not Infernal bounty hunting.
“If only it was that simple,” Eve groused. “How can I go on vacation when I’m surrounded by work? Besides, they stink even when I’m ignoring them.”
“All I smell is you,” he purred, leaning over to nuzzle his nose against her cheek. “Yum.”
“It creeps me out that they’re everywhere. I went to McDonald’s yesterday and the person serving me at the window was a faery. I couldn’t even eat my Big Mac.”
“Betcha ate the fries.” Pulling down his shades, Alec looked at her with somber eyes. “There’s a difference between staying on your toes and paranoia.”
“I’m cautious, not a basket case. Until I find a way out of this mark business, I’m making the best of it.”
“I’m proud of you.”
Eve sighed. Having Alec for a mentor was such a bad idea, and not just because it was the equivalent of a Hollywood casting couch in most Marks’ eyes. Never mind that the true “casting couch” was the exchange of sexual favors in return for a position you wanted. No one ever wanted the Mark of Cain.
The Marks’ hierarchy started at the bottom with the newbies and topped off with Alec, the original and most badass Mark of them all. There was no way to surpass him. There was also no way to work with him. He was the quintessential loner, the very definition of the word. Yet here was Eve, a six-week newbie in the field, perched solidly at the top because he didn’t trust anyone else to watch her back. She was important to him.
The other Marks thought working with God’s primary enforcer had to be a vacation. While it was true that Infernals didn’t mess with Alec unless they had a death wish, it didn’t make things any easier. Demons now targeted her as a way to get to him. To make things worse, Alec had been marked so long that he’d forgotten what it was like to be new and confused. There were things he expected her to simply “know,” and he became frustrated when he realized she didn’t.
He squeezed her hand. “What happened to the girl who just wanted to forget about everything for a couple of hours?”
“That was before she was kidnapped and nearly blown to smithereens.” Eve stood. “I’ll be back. I need to use the little girls’ room.”
As she stood, Alec caught her wrist. Her brows rose in silent inquiry.
“Angel.” He kissed the back of her hand. “When I tell you to stop thinking about them, it’s not because I want you to live in a fantasy world. I just want you to see the good stuff around you. You saw a mother nursing her baby, but you didn’t see the miracle of it. You were too busy looking at the demon next to her. Don’t give them the power to ruin your day.”
Frowning, Eve absorbed his words, then nodded her acceptance. Alec had lived with the mark since the dawn of time and could still see miracles; she could try.
“I’ll be right back,” she said.
He released her. After inching her way past the other spectators in their aisle, Eve sprinted up the wide cement steps. She still marveled over the speed, strength, and agility that came with the mark burned into her upper arm. She’d always been athletic, but now she was Supergirl. Well… she couldn’t fly. But she could jump really damn high. She could also see in the dark and bust through dead-bolted doors, talents she’d never anticipated needing or appreciating.
Eve reached the concourse and followed the signs to the nearest restroom. The line protruded just outside the entrance. Luckily, she wasn’t desperate. More than anything, she’d just needed to get out of her seat.
So she waited patiently, rocking in her flip-flops with her hands in her pockets. An occasional breeze passed by, ruffling through her ponytail. It carried the mingled scent of evil and rotting souls, a pungent stench that made her stomach roil. It fell somewhere between decomposition and fresh shit, and it amazed her that the Unmarked couldn’t smell it.
How had she lived twenty-eight years of her life in complete ignorance? How had Alec lived centuries in complete awareness?
“Mom!” The young boy in front of her was holding his crotch, crossing his legs, and wiggling madly. “I have to go!”
Although the woman looked as if she could be the child’s sister, Eve wasn’t unduly surprised. Many women in Southern California didn’t age. They just became plasticized caricatures of their youthful selves. This one was bleached blonde with a perfect tan, breasts a size too large for her slender frame, and plumped, glossy lips.
The mother looked around.
“Let me go in the boys’ bathroom,” he begged.
“I can’t go in there with you.”
“I’ll be done in a minute!”
Eve guessed the boy was around six years old. Old enough to pee by himself, but she understood the mother’s concern. A child had been killed in a public restroom in nearby Oceanside while his aunt waited outside. The demon who orchestrated that horror had used the oldest trick in the book–pretending to be God.
The harried mother hesitated for a long moment, then gave a jerky nod. “Hurry. You can wash your hands here in the girls’ bathroom.”
The boy ran past the drinking fountains and ducked into the men’s room. Eve offered a commiserating smile to his mom. The line moved incrementally forward. Two teenagers joined in behind her. They were dressed in the predominant fashion of layered tank tops paired with low-rise jeans. Expensive perfume saturated the air around them, which created a welcome relief from the odor of decay. In the stadium, the crowd roared. One of the Chargers’ outside linebackers was a werewolf. From the high-frequency praise of the Infernals in the crowd, he’d done something worth cheering about.
“Why is the line so long?” the girl behind her asked.
Eve shrugged, but the woman in front of her replied, “The bathrooms down there–” she pointed to the left with a French manicured nail “–are closed for repairs.”
As if on cue, the mark seared into Eve’s deltoid began to tingle, then burn. She sighed and abandoned her place. “You can take my spot. I don’t have to go that bad.”
“Thanks,” the teenager replied.
Eve headed to the left, muttering to herself, “Some vacation.”
“You were bored anyway, babe,” purred a familiar voice.
Glancing to the side, Eve watched as Reed Abel fell into step with her, his mouth curved in a devilish smile that belied the wings and halo he occasionally sported for shock value. He was a mal’akh, but there wasn’t much angelic about Alec’s brother.
“That doesn’t mean I wanted to be put to work.” Reed was the handler in charge of her assignments, which was just a nasty trick in her opinion. Why God allowed and encouraged dissension between the two brothers was beyond her comprehension.
“We could blow this taco stand,” he suggested. “Go have some hot, sweaty fun.”
She wasn’t touching that invitation with a ten-foot pole. Like his brother, Reed scorched a girl in both good and bad ways. “Are you kidding about the assignment? Do you need me for something more substantial or what?”
“You thought it was substantial enough before.” He winked mischievously.
Eve smacked him. “Don’t be crude. I refuse to be the latest toy you and your brother fight over. Go find something else to play with.”
“I’m not playing with you.”
There was something sincere in his tone. She ignored it by necessity, although less circumspect parts of her perked up.
“The bathroom?” she asked instead, when the yellow Out of Service sign came into view.
“Yeah.” He caught her arm and tugged her closer. “Raguel suggested it was time for an extension of your classroom training. I’ll go get Cain.”
Raguel was the archangel whose jurisdiction she fell under. He was the bail bondsman, Reed was the dispatcher, and she was the bounty hunter. It was a well-oiled system for most, but her road had been bumpy from the very beginning.
She sniffed the air. The acrid stench of Infernal wrinkled her nose. “You know… this is like sending a medical student into brain surgery the day she first reads about it.”
“You don’t know your own strengths, babe.”
She glared. “I know when I’m getting my ass kicked.”
“You’re batting a thousand so far. This one’s a wolf and you’re good with them. But be careful anyway.”
“Easy for you to say. You’re not the one risking your hide.”
His lips pressed to her temple in a quick, hard kiss. “Risking yours is enough, trust me.”
Skirting the Out-of-Order sign, Eve entered the men’s restroom, lamenting the fact that she was wearing her favorite flirty sandals. Due to the rigors of her “job,” she’d taken to wearing combat boots whenever she left home, but Alec had coaxed her into going casual today. She should have known better.
The harsh ammonia smell of stale urine assaulted her nostrils. Finding her target was easy. He stood in the center of the room, alone. A teenage werewolf who was eerily familiar.
“Remember me?” he asked, smiling.
The boy was tall and thin, his face long and unremarkable. He wore a dirty gray hooded sweatshirt and jeans so low his ass was hanging out. A dark spot moved across his cheek and came to rest on his left cheekbone. His detail–swirls around a diamond shape. Like the mark on her arm, it served a similar purpose to military insignia.
Recognition hit her hard, followed by an immediate chill down her spine. “Shouldn’t you be in Northern California with your pack?”
“The Alpha sent me down here to even the score. He thinks Cain needs to learn what it’s like to lose someone he loves.”
“There was no way to save the Alpha’s son,” she argued. “Cain doesn’t pick and choose his hunts. He follows orders.”
“He made a deal. For you. And he broke his promise.”
Eve frowned. Alec had never mentioned a deal to her. But that was something she would explore later. There was a more immediate question. “You think you can take me by yourself?”
His smirk turned into a grin. “I brought a friend.”
“Great.” That was never good.
The large handicapped stall in the back slammed open and something absolutely horrific thundered out. Holy shit. An Infernal that large should have reeked for yards. Instead, the only thing Eve smelled was wolf.
The dragon hadn’t fully shifted. He still wore his pants and shoes, and dark hair still covered his head. But his mouth was a protruding muzzle of razor-sharp teeth, his eyes were those of a lizard, and all of his visible flesh was covered in gorgeous multihued scales.
“You smell tasty,” he rumbled.
She’d heard that Marks smelled sickly sweet to Infernals, which made her laugh inwardly. There was no such thing as a sweet Mark. They were all bitter. “You don’t smell like anything.”
We failed, she realized with a sinking feeling in her gut. Infernals still had the means to hide themselves in crowds.
“Brilliant, isn’t it?” the wolf asked. “Obviously, you didn’t wipe out our operation completely.”
The dragon roared and it was a fearsome, deafening sound that echoed in the confined space of the bathroom. The mortals couldn’t hear it, though, and Eve’s eardrums were invincible despite their celestial sensitivity. Another boon granted by the mark. The dragon shoved the wolf aside and stomped closer.
“Guess that’s my cue to leave,” the kid said. “I’ll give the Alpha your regards.”
Eve’s gaze remained riveted on her opponent. “Yeah, tell him he screwed with the wrong chick.”
The wolf laughed and departed. Eve wanted to do the same.
For all her bravado, she was out of her league. If she had been capable of physical reactions to stress, her heart would be hammering and she’d be short of breath. No doubt about it, she was going to be suffering when this confrontation was over…
…if she was still alive… Read the rest of chapter one »

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Back From RT!

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I had a blast, made lots of new friends, and met some of my idols! There were so many books.... I was in heaven!!! I had to have 3, count them 3 boxes shipped home. I can't wait to get them.

1 thing RT has taught me - how amazing the human body is. It can run on pure adrenaline for 3 days. I have never been so tired in all my life and can't wait to do it again.

Here is a list of some of the authors I met and my rambling thoughts about them.....

Shelley Bradley/Shayla Black- Who has to have the most deceptive looks on the planet. She looks so sweet, innocent, and all of 16 yrs old but come on. I mean we have ALL read her books right? If not you should be ashamed. So that leads to lesson #2 learned at RT. Never judge a book by it's cover. Ha! I was lucky enough to have dinner with her and I swear I couldn't even eat. I just kept thinking I'm sitting beside Shelley Freakin Bradley and she eats pizza too! Sorry Shelley, I was star struck.

Sylvia Day/S.J. Day/Livia Dare- Who was wonderful in every way,has a great sense of humor, is very patient *thanks for taking the photo over and over and over* and is fast on her feet. I swear to you this lady can run circles around me! Zoom zoom zoom. I never knew short people could move so fast. * see RT lesson #2* Only 1 more day until Eve Of Darkness releases .....YAY!!!!!

Mackenzie Mckade- Who is one of the sweetest ladies I have EVER met in my life. I'll be your groupie any time! *smooch*

Cathryn Fox-Who I only got to see for a second because every time I saw her she was swamped with fans.

Sasha White-Who is just as perky in real life as she seems in all the pictures I've seen of her. RT lesson #3 SOMETIMES you can judge a book by it's cover. I still didn't get to lick the cover of Most Wanted because they were all gone. :(

Karin Tabke-Who must have been hiding from me because I TRIED to stalk her but could never find her. It's okay I still love you.

Rachel Vincent- Who I'm pretty sure thinks I'm insane. She said she had never heard her name screamed like that before. Sorry Rachel, it was the only thing I could do to keep from passing out when I met you.

Jeaniene Frost- Who I totally geeked out on. I couldn't form 1 single coherent word. I think I might have blacked out but remained on my feet because there wasn't enough room to fall. She said my name "Munk" was very unusual and I swear to you, I spazzed out and froze up so bad I couldn't even tell her that's not my REAL name. Ha! RT lesson # 4 always have smelling salts with you while meeting idols!

Keri Arthur-Who was just a doll. I've been a fan since day 1. I really hope to meet her again!

Dakota Cassidy- Who is crazy beautiful. I'm so happy I got a copy of her books before they were all gone!

Michele Bardsley- Who I also froze up on but she had a long line so I didn't have to try to speak to her. LOL *see lesson #4

Lauren Dane and Megan Hart- Who seemed to always come as a pair. What a crazy set these 2 make. I really wish I would have caught up with them when they weren't swamped but I'm not sure such a time existed during RT.

Mary Wine- Who's books I will be reading shortly. What a wonderful lady she is.

Larissa Ione/Sydney Croft-Who is so down to earth and has the best evil duckies. It was the best time I have ever had waiting in line for hotel check out!

Ciana Stone- Who I was lucky enough to be introduced to and was wonderful. I'm so excited about reading your books! I cant wait!!

I found so many new authors at RT I may have to go into hiding for a few years just to get caught up on all my reading. Thanks guys for fueling my addiction and making me feel all warm and fuzzy inside! *pictures coming soon*!*



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Most Wanted

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Single Author Anthology
Kensington Aphrodisia
ISBN-10: 0758228627ISBN-13: 978-0758228628
Release date: June 2009
Bad boys—they’re the best lovers around. Submit to the pleasure of their dark and dangerous passions…

“Hidden Cravings”
PI Lexy Signorino has spent the last year trying to forget her insatiable desire for Devon Kaye’s rock hard body. But when he turns up one night asking her to help him find his missing cousin, she’s ready to surrender to sweet sensual satisfaction…
“Unrestricted Access”
Jillian Furst has lusted after detective Jackson Barrows long enough and decides it’s time for some female seduction. She sends him flowers and a steamy letter with explicit instructions for a sexual fantasy that keeps them busy in bed all night long…
“No Angel”
Anna Blair looks sweet and innocent, but playboy Gabriel Mann discovers she’s far from it. Mess with her and she’ll mess right back. And that’s just the way he likes it—down and dirty carnal pleasure that keeps him coming back for more…



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In The Flesh

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I don't really know why I'm shocked at how much I liked this book. Maybe it's because I thought Eve Of Darkness would be such a tough act to follow. Livia Dare pulled out all the stops with this one. Sapphire is amazing, she's as tough as any warrior around. I love reading about strong women and Sapphire hits the mark. I was completely in love with Wulfric from first sight and couldn't seem to get enough of him. We are taken on an amazing journey of longing , lust, and love as these two burn up the pages and push two kingdoms to the brink of war. This book is Hott Hott Hott and I want more!

In the Flesh
Lush, evocative, inventive… Fans of Dara Joy will love this!

— Shayla Black, author of Tempt Me With Darkness

Book Description


For five years, Sapphire has been the King of Sari’s most treasured concubine. Independent at last, she refuses to put herself in anyone’s control again. But now another’s meddling has led her into the path of proud, arrogant Wulfric, Crown Prince of the rival kingdom of D’Ashier. . . a man who is dangerous to her in every way.


The daughter of Wulfric’s fiercest opponent, Sapphire is a prized warrior in her own right and highly skilled in the sensual arts—in short, Wulfric’s perfect match. A lasting union is unthinkable, but the bargain they strike—to spend one night together, and then part—proves impossible in the face of a desire powerful enough to bring two countries to the brink of war, and two hearts to the point of surrender. . .

formerly known as Sapphire’s Worth
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A Little Harmless Pleasure

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Cynthia Myers meets Chris Dupree at her former fiancé’s wedding. After a little dancing, and champagne, she ends up back in Chris’s hotel room. For one night of down and dirty sex. That’s it, that’s all. He lives far away, and she has other things to do…like get a life.

Chris is a switch. He likes to dominate but he also likes to play the role of a submissive from time to time. His last relationship with a sub turned nasty and since then, he has shied away from anything but straight vanilla sex. When he meets Cynthia, he finds a woman who could change his mind. His mate. The only problem is he has to convince her.

In a carefully orchestrated seduction, Chris teaches Cynthia about submission and dominance, allowing her take the reins. As he leads her through pleasures she thought she’d never experience, Cynthia’s self confidence soars and she finds herself falling in love with him. But, when he asks for submission in the bedroom, can she surrender to prove her love or was it all about a little harmless pleasure?
Warning, this book contains: Lots of sex, of course; bondage and submission done in a tasteful but wonderfully arousing way, propositions from a drunken woman, hot phone sex, southern accents, Hawaiian scenery, and OH MY, a m/f/m ménage that will send tingles all the way to your toes, along with other various body parts. A glass of ice cold water for refreshment is recommended while reading.


Amazon's shortminded censorship!

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In the heart of Tuscany's centuries-old wine country, three half-Satyr brothers receive a letter that sends them in search of three endangered half-Faerie brides. The daughters of a dying king, they present a unique opportunity for the wealthy, charismatic Lords of Satyr to beget heirs to inherit their Italian vineyard and ancient secrets.......... For not just any woman will do as a Satyr wife. Each month at Moonful, the brothers change physically, becoming more powerfully potent. They're driven by the darker side of their natures to indulge in a nightlong ritual in a sacred gathering place ringed with statues of Bacchus, nymphs, dryads, and fauns........... Eldest brother Nick considers it his duty to sire heirs. But he prefers to keep his conjugal visits to Jane, his new FaerieBlend wife, proper while engaging in more carnal activities with experienced courtesans........... Unaware that she's half-Faerie, Jane is desperate to rid herself of the terrible abilities she acquired when she turned thirteen. Only then will she bear Nick's children and find a true home with him. Until then, she must deceive him........... As the grapevines begin to bloom, an ancient cult hatches plans that could destroy Nick and Jane's blossoming happiness.


Raine: Lords Of Satyr

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In this erotic historical paranormal romance trilogy set in the heart of Tuscany's centuries-old wine country, three half-Satyr brothers receive a letter that sends them in search of three endangered half-Faerie brides.
Handsome, stoic, middle brother RAINE has been wed before to a wife who was repulsed by his carnal needs. Each month at Moonful, these half-Satyrs change physically, becoming more powerfully potent. They're driven by the darker side of their natures to indulge in a nightlong ritual in a sacred gathering place ringed with ancient statues.
Though Raine wants no part of another marriage, he searches out the second half-Faerie, Jordan, in Venice. She turns out to be far different than he could ever have imagined, and she is living a dangerous lie.

Raine's traumatic childhood and a bad marriage have closed him to the idea of giving or receiving love. As the winegrape harvest begins, Jordan slowly reawakens his heart. But he finds himself competing with another nightmarish suitor who has gained an evil hold over this woman he is coming to love.



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erotic paranormal historical romance
Kensington Aphrodisiaisbn 978-0758220417
(Over age 18 only please.)
Release date: August 2008.


In this erotic historical paranormal romance series set in the heart of Tuscany’s centuries-old wine country, three half-Satyr brothers receive a letter that sends them in search of three endangered half-Faerie brides.
Charming youngest brother Lyon is so ruggedly handsome that his looks have actually caused women to swoon. Though he resents that duty calls him to wed and doubts that he can ever love one woman, he nevertheless travels to Paris in search of the third bride.
At first glance, Juliette seems a good choice for him, for he discovers her to be a courtesan. Their passionate night together leaves him sated beyond his wildest imaginings, but her magic results in dire repercussions that only she can reverse.



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