Sunday 29 January 2012

this was too dark last time.. so here it is... R RENEE VICKERS is here








REposting so you can see this....
By day Sly is a take-charge, no-nonsense restaurateur, and at night she plays her hand as a demanding mistress. Sly has everything her heart desires: a successful business with loyal patrons, a gorgeous boyfriend and a flair for dominating in the bedroom. Everything sheís ever tried has gone her way, every decision followed to success, every goal achieved, and yet she yearns for more.

One night she decides to try something new, giving up her customary control to the tall, dark, and sexy Jake. Jake is put in a position to prove to his lover just what heís capable of, and Sly experiences the new pleasures to be found in letting someone else handle her reins.

Excerpt:

ìHey, sexy.î Slyís smooth voice purred behind Jake, just as her fingertip caressed from his chin to his jaw in one long motion ending up just behind his ear. Shivers ant-marched down Jakeís body. In that instant Jake knew. This is why. All of the anger, indignation, and embarrassment fled his mind as she wrapped an arm over his shoulder and down his chest. As her hot breath caressed his neck, her honeyed voice flooded his mind. ìI hope you havenít been waiting too long.î

It took everything he had to not swallow, to show no outward reaction to what she was doing to him with these miniscule teases. This was just another game to her. Sheíd make him wait until heíd be ready to walk out, until he was so mad he couldnít stand it and then sheíd show up, making him switch gears. Just like that. He shot a quick glance at Tony, who watched this dance out of the corner of his eyes, pretending like he was too busy toweling off a pristine glass to notice.

When Slyís tongue flicked Jakeís thick, silver-hoop earring he lost what small shred of control he had, albeit for a fraction of a second. He could feel her smile as her cheek rested against his neck. A prickling flash of anger growled in some dark recess of his mind.

She moved to half-lean, half-sit on the vacant stool next to him and he had to strangle a threatening gasp. If he hadnít, his body would have given away just how badly he wanted her. This was high-stakes poker, and so far the house was winning.

Sly wore a tight black corset. Though no doubt made of the finest and most sturdy materials, the bone-rib garment threatened to break under the flood pressure of her ample bosom. It must have been a custom piece because it slithered down her slim waist with precision. No department wares could hope to cope with a curvy form such as hers. He noticed the striking color contrast as the thick black material lay against her flawless, smooth, ivory-colored skin.

As his sight drew down, he soaked in just how short her layered black and burgundy diaphanous skirt was. She couldnít sit down without flashing her all to the world. Jake gulped, carelessly abandoning any desire to restrain himself. Seeing his reaction, Sly barked a throaty laugh. He refused to look up until he saw his favorite pair of strappy, black, four-inch stiletto heels. When he came up for breath he found her glossy crimson-colored lips snaked a Cheshire pattern across her gleaming teeth and humor glistening in her hazel eyes. Oh, how she loves this game.


Bio:

Born in Florida but raised in various towns in New England, R. Renée Vickers now lives in a small town just outside of Charleston, South Carolina, with her husband and children. And although work and family life leave her little free time, she spends every available moment indulging in her favorite passion, writing.


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six sentence sunday

from TAKEN IDENTITY

Honestly, why is trying to get ready for hot sex so frustrating? And not the Oh- my-god-I-need-you-in-me-now, frustration, but the fingers-won’t-undo-fastenings-fast- enough sort of frustration.
"Take your jumper off. I need to feel you, see you, oh sweet . . . ." Her voice trailed off as she succeeded in lowering the zip, and his strong, erect penis showed over the top of his underwear. Which gave a whole new meaning to the word briefs.

Friday 27 January 2012

R Renee Vickers has dropped by....

 LOOK what we've got the chance to check out....
 Lucky us

Blurb:

By day Sly is a take-charge, no-nonsense restaurateur, and at night she plays her hand as a demanding mistress. Sly has everything her heart desires: a successful business with loyal patrons, a gorgeous boyfriend and a flair for dominating in the bedroom. Everything sheís ever tried has gone her way, every decision followed to success, every goal achieved, and yet she yearns for more.

One night she decides to try something new, giving up her customary control to the tall, dark, and sexy Jake. Jake is put in a position to prove to his lover just what heís capable of, and Sly experiences the new pleasures to be found in letting someone else handle her reins.

Excerpt:

ìHey, sexy.î Slyís smooth voice purred behind Jake, just as her fingertip caressed from his chin to his jaw in one long motion ending up just behind his ear. Shivers ant-marched down Jakeís body. In that instant Jake knew. This is why. All of the anger, indignation, and embarrassment fled his mind as she wrapped an arm over his shoulder and down his chest. As her hot breath caressed his neck, her honeyed voice flooded his mind. ìI hope you havenít been waiting too long.î

It took everything he had to not swallow, to show no outward reaction to what she was doing to him with these miniscule teases. This was just another game to her. Sheíd make him wait until heíd be ready to walk out, until he was so mad he couldnít stand it and then sheíd show up, making him switch gears. Just like that. He shot a quick glance at Tony, who watched this dance out of the corner of his eyes, pretending like he was too busy toweling off a pristine glass to notice.

When Slyís tongue flicked Jakeís thick, silver-hoop earring he lost what small shred of control he had, albeit for a fraction of a second. He could feel her smile as her cheek rested against his neck. A prickling flash of anger growled in some dark recess of his mind.

She moved to half-lean, half-sit on the vacant stool next to him and he had to strangle a threatening gasp. If he hadnít, his body would have given away just how badly he wanted her. This was high-stakes poker, and so far the house was winning.

Sly wore a tight black corset. Though no doubt made of the finest and most sturdy materials, the bone-rib garment threatened to break under the flood pressure of her ample bosom. It must have been a custom piece because it slithered down her slim waist with precision. No department wares could hope to cope with a curvy form such as hers. He noticed the striking color contrast as the thick black material lay against her flawless, smooth, ivory-colored skin.

As his sight drew down, he soaked in just how short her layered black and burgundy diaphanous skirt was. She couldnít sit down without flashing her all to the world. Jake gulped, carelessly abandoning any desire to restrain himself. Seeing his reaction, Sly barked a throaty laugh. He refused to look up until he saw his favorite pair of strappy, black, four-inch stiletto heels. When he came up for breath he found her glossy crimson-colored lips snaked a Cheshire pattern across her gleaming teeth and humor glistening in her hazel eyes. Oh, how she loves this game.


Bio:

Born in Florida but raised in various towns in New England, R. Renée Vickers now lives in a small town just outside of Charleston, South Carolina, with her husband and children. And although work and family life leave her little free time, she spends every available moment indulging in her favorite passion, writing.


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Thursday 26 January 2012

A ranty sort of blog against people who....

do not switch off electronic equipment when asked to on a plane. (Mind you why don't the cabin crew check again AFTER they have asked)

I came home mid haul last week The person next to me didn't turn her ebook off til I asked her if it had some thing other ebooks didn't to make if allowable. ( it was a kindle lol) and a teen in the row opposite kept his Iphone AND headphones on all the time.

Why? Doesn't it matter then? Do we not need to stop reading? I'd love to know because I always have to shut down at the interesting bit!

And while I'm on my ignorant passenger rant... how come you (you know who you are) think that being asked TWICE to put your bag under the seat in front of you and blatantly ignoring the polite request, makes it all okay. Because if we crash I hope it was YOU that plastic bag suffocated when it was pushed onto your face, likely though you'd be the one to walk out unscathed.
 Do people really think cabin crew have nothing better than to REPEATEDLY ask a passenger to do something that is expected? Come on. Are all these rules made up by a jobsworth just to make you roll  your eyes and ignore them? I don't think so.

But I would like to know why my kindle might send us to Guadaloup not Glasgow!

Monday 23 January 2012

nine for the week with Diane


OOPS later than I hoped but well worth waiting for

The (nearly) Naughty Nine with Dianne Hartsock.
This week our naughty nine have an erotic romance twist
Welcome Dianne to Raven's Nine for the Week.
I realize just how busy you are, so I'm really glad you could drop by.

Thanks for having me on your delicious site Raven! What a fun way to start my week.

Q        We'll get this one over first, tell us a little bit about yourself.
A        Sure thing. By day I’m a floral designer. I’ve always wanted to be a painter but really suck at it, so instead I paint with the color of flowers. Sounds corny, huh? But that’s how I feel when the colors come together in a beautiful arrangement.
            At night I turn to the love of my life, writing. Nothing excites me more than when my plots fall apart and my characters take control of the keyboard. They take me places I’d never thought to go and experiences I’d only dreamed of. It’s fun and hard work and agonizing and wonderful.

Q        Thanks, now we can probe a bit more.  How do you relax?
A          I have to smile here. Not everyone will think this is the best way to relax. But after working all day and writing in the evening until my brain grows numb, I like to pull up my TBR list on Goodreads and pick an m/m erotic short to read. You might not think that’s relaxing, and often it’s not! But I can slip into someone else’s shoes for fifteen hot minutes, then go to bed to some yummy dreams.
            When it’s a day off and I have more time, I’ll grab a cup of coffee or glass of beer with friends, go see a movie, actually sit down and read for an hour or so! When my husband’s home we’ll go to the coast for the day or laze around the house doing…um…things.

Q        What is your favorite genre to read, and why?
A         I like the creepy thrillers of Dean Koontz, the chill that Robin Cook’s medical thrillers give me and the excited rush I get reading C.J. Cherryh’s fantasies. See, I can’t pick just one genre! These books wake up my imagination and scare me. They’re full of mysteries to solve and lives to save and heroes to cheer on.

Q        and of course to write, and why?
A         This last year I’ve been flirting with the men in my m/m erotics. I can’t resist those gorgeous bodies straining against each other… ehem…
Shelton in Love

Shelton is falling hard for his best friend and roommate, finding Nevil’s dark good looks and moments of gentleness almost impossible to resist. But Nevil is more interested in affairs of the body than the heart. As Shelton’s desire for the man grows, he wonders if he can change Nevil’s mind. But does he even want to? Nevil might not stay, once he learns Shelton’s secret, and then his loneliness would be complete.


Shelton’s Promise

Shelton has a gift he’s eager to give to Nevil. At a party, Nevil flirts with one man after another, keeping Shelton on his toes. Then Percy, an ex, shows up to complicate things. Despite his best efforts, Shelton can’t find the right moment to give Nevil his gift. Will Nevil ever let Shelton get close to him, or will Shelton have to keep the gift in his pocket all evening?

Shelton’s Choice

After a year of bliss with Nevil, Shelton is offered the promotion he's been working toward at the bank. Unfortunately the new position is in another state, and Nevil doesn't want to move. As tension mounts between them, Shelton is given another challenge in the form of a besotted coworker. Torn between the pressures at work and at home, Shelton has to choose his future. That is, until Nevil takes the decision out of his hands.

But my favorite genre is the paranormal thriller. My novel ALEX was published this last May and I can’t wait to get to work on its sequel. Don’t worry! I always have several hot as hell characters to keep the story titillating. Otherwise, where’s the fun?
Alex

Alex is twenty and confused. He always is. He hears the cries of children, the screaming women. He sees the brutal images of the tortured victims. Severely abused as a child, he is left with horrible scars on his body and even worse scars within his mind. Even though it puts him in danger, he’s compelled to help those who call to him. He’s driven, motivated by his visions to rescue them and uncover the killer. When he can, he helps the police; yet some detectives suspect he’s the cause of the problem, not the solution. Often, Alex finds himself alone and afraid in a world he doesn’t always comprehend.

Q        Where do you prefer to read? (or write) What do you wear? And eat? (OK, I know this is cheating as well, but we need all the gen in our naughty nine)
A         In winter, I love to read on the couch, in my cotton pajamas, with a fire burning on the hearth. I usually have a bowl of popcorn next to me. In summer, I’m lying on the lawn in tank top and shorts, hat, with a cold beer and cheese/crackers at my elbow.
            As for writing, I’m pretty much always in the same spot, at the dining room table with my laptop. I have a wall of windows on my left and the patio doors across the room overlook my flower garden. I’m in the clothes I wore to work that day, usually jeans and a nice blouse. Days off, I’m in comfy sweats. Coffee’s always on and I try to munch on healthy foods, though if there’s chips anywhere near me, I’m a goner.

Q        So three things you love
A           My husband Mark. My daughter Jennie. My son Tim.
            Okay, I also love dark chocolate and dark beer and holding hands with my lover.

Q        Three you don't
A         Being cold. Isn’t it summer yet?
            Getting up for work after only five hours of sleep. I just had to finish that scene, didn’t I?
            House work when my characters are on their knees begging for attention. They are cute that way, though…

Q        Three things you would like to happen in the next three years? Feel free to add to the three things you don't,
A         Finding a publisher for my fantasy adventure novel.
            That my husband finds a job he can be happy with.
            Both my children close to graduating from college.
B.        I don’t want the world to end in December. I have too many more books to write!
            I don’t want either of my kids to drop out of school.
            I don’t want to lose the joy I have in writing because its become a chore.
           
Q lastly the quick fire round...
            Favorite Color- Red                                   
            Book of all time- The Return of the King, J.R.R. Tolkien                                  
            piece of music- Optimist, Zoe Keating http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e4ZMkkunnCE


That's it painless eh?  
            It was great! I’m usually too busy for much introspection, but it was nice to pause and see where I am in the world.

Thanks for dropping by and giving us a peek into your life. Feel free to add any links to blogs websites etc so we can all find out what you are up to.

Feel free to contact me anytime!