Friday, November 22, 2013

Games: An Unedited flash fiction.

Her hair was golden and lips were red. The way she sauntered into a room, all eyes were on her. She gave them a coy smile, making them want more but she was there for only one thing…Him. Searching the room, she found him in his pin stripped suit and Black leather shoes. Licking her lips in anticipation, she moaned.

“Found you.”

She took her steps carefully, her heels clicking against the elegantly tiled floor. His laugh became louder in her ears, ringing, chiming perfectly the closer she got. His scent filled her lungs with every breath as she stood behind him. His low voice with every word intoxicated her. A man who was facing her nodded and her target turned around with a sly smile.

“Ah, You found me.”

“Of course Mister Romero.”

He took her hand and kissed the silky skin. Let the games begin. 

Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Julez - For love of leon

For the love of Leon
Leon wanted the same thing everyone else wants: a loving relationship lasting beyond a few weeks. All he’d ever been able to find, however, was a few weeks hot on sex, but cold on romance. The day he walks into the local pub and sees a newcomer sitting by the window, he hopes his luck is about to change.

As he and Simon spend time together, Leon realizes not everything is as perfect as he’d thought it would be. Experiencing love also means experiencing the ups and downs of a new relationship.

When Simon tells Leon they need to talk, Leon is forced to wonder... is he going to be unlucky in love yet again?

Chapter One
Sitting in the park enjoying the scorching sun, my attention was drawn to the couples there. Lying around, walking hand in hand, they were everywhere. I found myself wishing life had been kind enough to grant me a relationship like theirs. It wasn’t as though I hadn’t tried to have something like that in my life. I’d done everything to find the right person and settle down. But they had all been meaningless, intense passion and nothing else, fizzling out after months, sometimes weeks. Try as I might, no one I had ever met seemed to want to commit to a long-term relationship. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fucking great, always the star of a relationship, but some nights I would have liked someone to go out with. A meal, the cinema, or even a concert, and then home like a loving couple. Someone who didn’t just want to fuck, but someone who liked to kiss and cuddle, someone to wake up with and make breakfast for.
Just watching the crowds started to get me down and I stood up, making my way out of the park, aimlessly wandering to anywhere I didn’t have to stare at all the happiness around me. Staring in shop windows at fancy designer gear I could easily afford, but had no reason to own, pissed me off even more. I made my way to a small bar by the river I knew wouldn’t be over-crowded with more couples.
Once there, I ordered a pint and sat outside by the river’s edge, just watching the barges trundle by and the handful of fisherman desperately trying to outdo each other with their catches. Smiling to myself, I felt a lot more relaxed than I had at the park and as the afternoon drew toward evening, I started to think about the long walk back through town to my apartment. I knew I couldn’t put it off, even though I would happily have stayed where I was, watching the world drift by forever. I drained my glass and headed back into the bar. As I leaned over to set my empty pint on the counter, I saw him, sitting alone by one of the windows. Suddenly leaving seemed like the last thing I wanted to do. I situated myself on a barstool, ordered a coke, and tried not to look like I was watching him, only glancing over every now and again.
I guessed him to be around thirtyish, half a dozen years or so younger than me, and I was instantly drawn to how impeccably dressed he was. Unlike a lot of the males in my town, he wasn’t in torn jeans, combat-style trousers, or t-shirt. Instead, he was wearing black dress trousers, a light blue long-sleeved shirt which was unbuttoned at the neck, and well polished shoes.
Not only was his dress nice, but the way he looked was as well. Slightly tanned, shaved with just a hint of light brown stubble, and neatly styled, not too long or too short, brown hair. A small, gold sovereign ring adorned his left little finger, and a diamond earring sat in his left earlobe.
As I watched him, I noticed he never turned to face the rest of the pub. He kept his eyes firmly on the window as though waiting for someone, sipping from his glass.
Now although where I lived was classed as a city, it wasn't much bigger than a large town. Every time someone new appeared, they always drew attention. This man was no different, I noticed, for I wasn’t the only person keeping a close eye on him.
On the opposite side of the bar were a group of the local, so called, ‘hard’ men. They were also keeping their eye on this new stranger and seeing as I knew them as well as I did, I knew their reason would be totally different from mine.
For a few minutes I continued to shift my gaze between the stranger and the thugs, and as they stood up to leave, I decided I had a decision to make. I could either let the man leave, knowing full well the thugs would be waiting for him to step outside the pub, or I could go over, introduce myself, offer to buy him a drink, and maybe get to know him.
Keeping my eye on the man to make sure he didn’t just get up and leave, I called the barman over.
“Get me another coke please, and whatever he’s drinking.”
“Are you sure? He’s having double scotch.”
“Yeah, that’s fine.”
I paid for the drinks and took both glasses over to where the stranger was sitting.
“Hope you don’t mind, but I saw you alone and got you another,” I said, placing the scotch on the table.
“Oh thanks, that’s very kind of you.”
“Well, you’re new in town and I just thought it would be nice for someone to welcome you.”
“Don’t get too many places like that nowadays.”
“I know, but I remember what it was like when I first moved here,” I told him. “My name’s Leon by the way.”
“I’m Simon, but you can call me Si. Won’t you join me?”
“Thank you,” I said, sitting on the small stool by the table opposite Si. “So are you just passing through?”
“Hopefully I’m going to buy a place, if the property prices here aren’t as outlandish as the last two towns I looked in.”
“I guess that depends on what you are looking for.”
“Ideally a two bedroom apartment, or house if possible.”
“There’s a fair few of those at the other end of town,” I told him. “Is it for just you, or do you have a family that will be joining you once you have found a place?”
“Just me. I have no family.”
“Oh sorry, I didn’t mean to pry,” I replied, lowering my head, slightly embarrassed at my clumsy attempt to find out more about him.
“No need to apologize, you weren't to know.” He lifted his hand to wave away my apology. For the next few minutes the two of us sat there sipping our drinks, when Si finally broke the silence.
“So tell me, Leon, what do you do around here? My guess is there’s not much in the way of employment to be had.”
“No there isn’t, but I’m lucky enough to work from home as a graphic artist.”
“Wish I could work from home. Mind you, I wish I had a home, but it’s too late to find something now, I guess.”
“I wouldn’t say that. You did happen to choose the one place in town that does bed and breakfast.”
“Ah well that’s lucky then! Would you give me a moment to get set up?”
I watched Si walk over to the bar and begin chatting with the barman. I found myself staring intently at his muscular physique and firm ass, hoping, praying he was gay and wondering what my chances would be with him if he was.
“Thanks for letting me know. He only had one room left,” He sat back down, draining his glass.
“No worries.”
“So, apart from saying you wanted to give me a warm welcome to your small town, what was the real reason for buying a stranger a drink?”
“No other reason,” I lied. I couldn’t tell him the truth, not now that he was thinking of moving to the town. I wanted him to feel welcome, not frightened off by potential danger from local thugs.
“Well maybe I can return the favor another day,” Si smiled. “How about tomorrow? I’ll buy you lunch.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I know I don’t, but I want to.”
Being asked to lunch by the hottest guy I had seen for ages seemed too good to be true, and I felt my cheeks begin to flush with embarrassment.
“Okay what time?” I mumbled under my breath before repeating myself a lot clearer.
“Why don’t you meet me here about one? Gives me time to have a look around at property.”
“One it is then,” I said, then drained my glass. “Anyway, I better go and let you get settled. Besides, I have a design I have to finish tonight.”
“Oh okay, see you tomorrow then,” Si replied sullenly, and I was sure I could see a look of disappointment in his eyes at the thought of me leaving. But work was work, bills had to be paid, and anyway the date for the next day was arranged and by now I knew the thugs would have finally given up waiting, calling it a night as well. As I stood up, Si offered me his hand and I gave it a gentle shake instantly noticing how soft his skin was. I turned and headed out into the night, a slight smile on my face. If he does hang around I am definitely going to get to know him a lot better, I thought. I walked past where the group of thugs had been hanging out, the cigarette butts and discarded beer cans giving them away, and I continued toward my place.

About the author
Julez S. Morbius is the pseudonym of an engaged father to nine children, four of his own and five stepchildren. He is also partially disabled, having been born with a neurological condition that has caused his nervous system to deteriorate over the years and finds writing to be the way to express his feelings, and fantasies.
Having been writing for less than five years, Star Search, published by Naughty Nights Press in November 2011, was his first release. This was followed by an appearance in the gay male anthology The Boy's Club, also published by Naughty Nights Press, where he had two stories, Opposites Attract and Room for Two.
His second stand-alone release, Addicted to Charlie, came out in June 2012, quickly followed by Naughty Hot Shots - Reunited at a Reunion, which earned him his first ever bestseller certificate from his publisher, NNP, and then shortly after that his next Transgender release, Naughty Hot Shots - Top Of The Class, which earned him yet another silver star at All Romance Ebooks on the very first day.
Julez has several stories, both gay male and transgender, currently on the editing table of his publisher that he hopes will be out to his fans shortly. A recent surgery to assist him in his mobility has added to the unfortunate delayed releases, but now that Julez is on the mend he has jumped back into the wonderfully busy process of working with his editor to cultivate his upcoming works.
Julez now considers writing to be his main occupation, and continues to write, mainly in gay male, transgender and cross dressing genres.

An interview with Julez

S. What is it about erotica that captivates you so much it brings out these naughty ideas that we end up readings?
J. Mainly I write as a form of escapism. I can take myself to anywhere I want on the page, even if I'll never get there in real-life.

S. If you could be any character in the erotic genre (Your books or someone elses) who would it be and why?
J. In my own books I think I'd like to be Joe (from Star Search) as he's a man who knows what he wants and will do anything to get it.

S. If your book was made into a movie, who would you cast as the characters?
J. Star Search is probably the only one of my books with the length required to make a movie and if it was I'd want one of the many stunning UK Transsexuals to take the role of Star, the only trouble would be deciding which one.

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Phoenix Johnson rising from the ashes with The Wolf in the Neighborhood

“You wanna know what grinds my gears?” People who say/ask the following:
Oh, you write THOSE books!

Is that a problem? In a world where women are more free to indulge in their sexuality (I'm not saying all women are promiscuous, we're just finally able to be the sexual beings we've always meant to be), it is a shame that people still frown on THOSE books. There is an audience for everything, I've always said. Single women, women in relationships, mothers, working women, all types of women (and even some men!) enjoy these books. So if someone has a problem with THOSE books, then you're obviously not part of the audience authors of THOSE books are writing for; instead of trying to belittle the authors of THOSE books, congratulate them on having an imagination, and stick with the books you enjoy. There are audiences for everything; just because you're not part of all those audiences, doesn't mean that certain subjects shouldn't be written about.

Do people still read bodice rippers?
Personally, that term makes me cringe. But that's more because it strikes a painful image of a poor, defenceless renaissance style dress being torn to shreds, damaged beyond repair. For other authors, it can seem a derogatory term.
As I said in answer to the previous question; there is an audience for everything, and just because you aren't part of all those audiences, doesn't mean that, in this case, those audiences don't exist.
To actually answer the question: yes. Plenty of people do still read "bodice rippers." Just google search "Popular Erotic Romance novels" and you will find multiple Top 10 lists, "Must Read Erotic Novels" lists, and several places that suggest what to read after 50 Shades of Grey. Gone are the days of hiding Mills and Boons books because they were THOSE books; women are now boldly reading these books on the train/bus on the way to work, discussing the books over coffee and lending them to family members. As much as I personally don't like 50 Shades of Grey, I will admit that it has been a considerable help in getting erotica and erotic romance novels out of the "taboo" list, and in to the "socially acceptable" list. Heck, that book is getting a movie! So yes, not only are people still reading 'bodice rippers,' THOSE books are rapidly becoming even more popular and socially acceptable. With Mother's Day in Australia coming up this Sunday, stores are listing 50 Shades of Grey and several other of THOSE books as "Great Ideas for Mum!" in catalogues. So please, don't act puritan and innocent. There are audiences for everything, and just because you aren't part of it, doesn't mean there isn't a call for it.

A Sneaky Peek
Once downstairs, Krissy invited Derek into her apartment while she quickly threw her satin robe onto the queen sized bed and grabbed a pair of jeans, a bra and a gold colored tank bought specifically to compliment her tan. As she slipped the clothes on, she congratulated herself on not stumbling and making a complete fool of herself. No one had interrupted her naked sunbathing before and she expected that, should it ever happen, she would just turn beet-red and dash back to her apartment to hide for a week in utter shame.
Krissy quickly ran a brush through her long ebony hair, pulled on her favorite pair of teal pumps and walked out to the lounge where she’d left Derek. He was looking at her book collection and didn’t hear her approach, the carpet muffling her steps. She leaned against the doorframe watching him flip through her favorite erotica novel, well-worn from countless readings.
Since her apartment was very quiet she heard him mumble, “What a fascinating woman you are,” which made her heart miss a beat and her lips twitch to a smirk.

NB: This is taken from a post of mine from my own blog, which you can find here. (Link:

About The Wolf in the Neighborhood
What do you do when your past comes back to haunt you?
Could a dark secret revealed by a new lover be something you could overlook just to have him?
What kind of secrets could you learn to live with for true love?
Krissy has a hunky new neighbor with a dark secret; Derek is a vet with an interesting past. They hit it off quickly but when Krissy’s abusive ex, James comes back in to her life, Derek shows a side Krissy never could have guessed. However, James refuses to give up. Can Derek’s secret save them, or will James have his revenge?
Available in Mobi, ePub and PDF through NNP. Also available at Amazon, Amazon UK, Smashwords, Barnes & Noble and Apple. 

About Phoenix
Phoenix Johnson is an Australian author who has always had the passion for the written word. She had her nose in at least one book ever since she could read and would even scrutinize the back of the cereal box every morning at breakfast. It was only natural she take up writing.
Phoenix has multiple works in progress, and her favourite writing genres are the same as her reading genres; erotica, romance, paranormal, thriller and a combination of these. The Wolf in the Neighborhood, book one in her debut trilogy Wolf Smitten, was released January 15 2013.
She currently lives in a small rural town west of Ipswich, Queensland, with her partner, their daughter, their cat Flash and a Siamese Fighting Fish aptly named Cranky.

Links to find me

Links to buy The Wolf in the Neighborhood

Saturday, October 5, 2013


The Erotic Pagans Series: Samhain Shadows
If you were lost and lonely, where would you look for love and belonging?
Samhain has come too soon for Brigit. Her mother has recently passed and she is feeling lost and isolated in her new role as the owner of Morrigan’s Promise. She is not the witch her mother was no matter what she sets out to do. To top it off, her mother’s cat is ill, and she hasn’t heard from the dreamy Dr. Oliver all day.

Taking a much needed rest, she finds herself awakened by a murder of crows and a vision that will leave Brigit’s world upended.
Will a blessing from The Morrigan help Brigit find her own power?
Does a visit from the sexy Dr. Julia Oliver hold the belonging she seeks?
**Based on real Pagan traditions and celebrations, “The Erotic Pagans Series” brings erotica and romance to reality, and shares the passion of erotic romance in the lives of Pagans with everyone.**

Naughty Nights:


“Are you ready for tonight?” Jasmin tucked an errant raven curl around her ear and tidied the shelf next to the register. It was full of seasonal frivolity, pumpkin candles and stuffed witches riding on broomsticks.
Nodding absently, Brigit laid out the dried oregano from the garden. “Are you going to be here for the cooking class next Wednesday?” She minced it into small pieces and scooped them into a large glass jar, sealing the lid with a twist. She moved on to the rosemary. One of the things the shop was best known for was the home grown herbs.
“Yes. Have you decided what we will be making?” Jasmin restocked bags and watched as one of their regulars, Ms. Busby fussed around the Halloween display and selected a bag of gummy bats. “For my granddaughter Elise.” She laid the candy on counter and smiled at Brigit. “You look so very like your mother. I am sorry she won’t be with us this year. I remember how much she loved Halloween.”
Brigit looked up from her herbal preparations and fought not to give into melancholy. Coaxing her lips into what she hoped resembled a smile, she willed herself to relax. The woman really was a dear. “Thanks for stopping in Ms. Busby. Give my best to your sister.” She brushed her hands on her well worn jeans and pulled down the tight fitting purple tee with “Boo” written in sparkling silver letters across her chest. It was one of the last gifts her mom had given her and it felt good to wear it.
“I will. Happy Halloween!” The older woman smiled and gathered her purchases, her plump body moving toward the door like a small force of nature.
“Thanks Ms. Busby. You have a great Halloween too.” Jasmin chuckled. The woman was no more a witch than her Uncle Francis. Ms. Busby waved goodbye, clutching her candy and a stuffed cat with a pointy hat.
“Thank you dears! Goodnight!” She hurried from the shop and Jasmin and Brigit smiled. Her joy in the holiday catching.
“So, have you decided about whether you’re staying home or not?”
“I think so.” Brigit smiled. “Molly should have everything she needs for the ritual.” She tightened the lid back on the jar of rosemary and placed it back on the shelf.
“So you aren’t going?” Jasmin from behind the counter and turned the closed sign on the door. “Everyone will wonder where you are, you know.”
Brigit sighed. “I know. I just don’t feel very celebratory, Samhain or not. Bathsheba hasn’t been doing well and I have been waiting to hear from Dr. Oliver.”
“But it’s the New Year. You need to stop being so isolated.” Jasmin bit her lip and gave her a light touch on the arm. “I’m worried about you, honey.”
“I know.” Brigit shrugged, tears threatening to fall. “I just need a little more time to deal with her passing, Jas. Bathsheba is lonely for her too. She’s an old cat and I’m worried.” She looked at the phone and bit her lip.
“I wondered where that furry menace had gotten herself off to. Are you sure that’s the only reason you’re waiting to hear from the good doctor?” Jasmin wiggled her eyebrows and grinned, trying to lighten up the mood.
Brigit felt a blush creeping up her neck. “I…um.”
“Ha! I knew it. You and that gorgeous vet were throwing enough sparks to set a bale fire burning.” Jasmin’s smile curved upward in approval.
“She’s probably seeing someone.” Brigit moved back to neaten up the herb table.
“Do you at least have your poppet?” Jasmin picked up her sweater and purse and walked toward the door.
“Yes.” A small white lie. It was still on her worktable in the back of the shop, half made. The poppet was to represent all of the negative habits in her life that she wanted to burn away in the Samhain bale fire. She had made one every year since she had been a girl. It was something she and her mother usually took great pains to work on together. This year she had cut out the dolly and as soon as she began to stuff it with intentions, the void of her mother’s passing became too great.
Jasmin raised an eyebrow. “You really are such a liar. We’ll miss you tonight. If you change your mind, I’ll save you a place.” When Brigit shook her head she nodded. “Okay, if you need me, call. Blessed Samhain, Brigit. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Taking her leave, Jasmin left, shaking her head and shutting the door behind her.

Some interesting tidbits:

Coffee or tea?
Both. Just depends on the time of day.

Heels or flats?
Flats or bare feet usually. I work as a bookstore manager and I walk a lot, so flats are much more practical.

Favorite ice cream?
Salted caramel

Favorite coffee drink?
Salted caramel mocha. You can probably sense a theme here.

What inspired Samhain Shadows?
I wanted to write a Samhain/Halloween story that captured the Pagan path and really showed the traditions used in some Pagan communities across the globe. Poppets, Books of Shadows, feathers...all of these things have meaning. The book also looks at death as a beginning and has some fun kitchen kink to inspire the more adventurous of us.

Erotic Pagan?
This series came about with a short story that became Beltane Fires, the first book in the series. Naughty Nights was impressed with the tale and a series spin off ensued. Pretty cool, huh? The idea behind the books was to highlight Pagan traditions with an erotica slant to show people how beautiful many of the traditions are if they keep an open mind. I have made the series all inclusive. There are f/f (Samhain Shadows) and m/f (Beltane Fires) so far and there are plans for more stories. I am writing Yuletide Temptation (m/f) right now, in fact and it will be out for Yule/Christmas in 2013.

If you could have one witchy superpower, what would it be?
Right now, I would love to be able to hold out my finger and zot all the housework.

How much time during the week do you spend writing?
As much as possible. On my two days off, I am pretty much planted on the two computers I work from. I write under two names and that keeps me super busy. I also write before and after my shifts at the store. My hours vary from day to day, so I adjust accordingly.

Where do you write?
At my desk in the bedroom.

Name three things on your writing desk at any one time.
Just three? *snicker*
*My stash of goodies.
*My Pop Glinda and Wicked Witch of the West figures
*Water. Lots and lots of water.
That doesn't count the absolute mountain of books, sewing things and yarn that make up most of it. lol. Oh, and my two computers. lol.

About the author:

Erzabet Bishop has been crafting stories since she could pound keys on her parent’s old typewriter. She has only just learned that it is a whole lot more fun writing naughty books. She is a contributing author to the Silk Words website,  Sweat, When the Clock Strikes Thirteen, Unbound Box, Milk & Cookies & Handcuffs, Corset Magazine: Sex Around the World Issue and Man vs. Machine: The Sex Toy Issue, Smut by the Sea Volume 2, Hell Whore Volume 2, Can’t Get Enough (upcoming), Slave Girls (upcoming) Anything She Wants, Dirty Little Numbers (coming soon) Kink-E magazine, Coming Together: Girl on Girl, Shifters and Coming Together: Hungry for Love. She is the author of Lipstick (upcoming), Sigil Fire (coming in 2014), the Erotic Pagans Series: Beltane Fires, Samhain Shadows and Yuletide Temptation (coming soon). She lives in Texas with her husband, furry children and can often be found lurking in local bookstores. She loves to bake, make naughty crochet projects and watch monster movies.

Follow her reviews and posts on Twitter @erzabetbishop.

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Monday, September 10, 2012

Angelica Dawson - Who Am I?

Who am I? You don't know?! Actually, I'm totally not surprised. I'm pretty new around here. In fact, I didn't exist last year. I'm a new pen name for an author who only has one credit. Why the hell does an author with one lousy credit need a pen name? Not like anyone knows her real name. Well, except for those kids she read to in their classroom, the ones in Grade 7 and 8. I suppose their mothers wouldn't like them bringing home Blue Moon House. Still, only a couple of classes, really hardly anyone. She's such a nobody.

Oh, I guess I'm not really anybody yet either.

I have one over on her though! I have TWO credits. That's right, two. Twice as many. They both came out this month, but I don't think that makes a difference.

Perhaps I should tell you about them. You see, I had this great idea for a story with all aspects of BDSM, something really off the chart, a little bit of everything so no one would be comfortable and everyone would be intrigued. I thought, hey, this doesn't suck. In fact, it's pretty good. Maybe I should try to find someone to publish it. I never thought I'd get Naughty Nights to take it. Lucky me!

So there I was, reading their submission requirements and I saw this call for College themed stories for an anthology. Well, I had long boring days in a car, I could think up something, right? I started three different pieces before I found a winner. And a winner she was! Laura, the main character wins the auction for a football lineman, someone everyone was passing up. Not only did she get to save poor Tim further embarrassment, she found a really caring guy who was willing to do anything for her in the bedroom. Keeper, all the way.

Just like Julia. She's the human submissive in Blue Moon House. Her vampire Dom, Harry, has decided she is a keeper, too. Only there are already seven vampires in the house. Do they really want another? Julia has to convince all of them that they want her, and she really only has one chance with each of them. Doesn't that sound like the perfect set up for a little bit of everything? I'm pretty smart sometimes. Though, I'm still not sure about this pen name thing. Maybe she should just quit writing under her name and spend all her time as me! That would be great. Then maybe she'd finish writing Jocelyn's story for a prequel. I mean really, lady, the clock is ticking here.

Angelica Dawson is my pen name. She's me, only even more outgoing and generally hiding the softer vulnerable side. I'm insanely jealous of her some days. I think I need to see a therapist.

My Blurb: Julia has the chance to become one of the vampires of the Blue Moon House. Before being accepted, however, she must prove herself to each of the vampires, and each has their own exacting cost. Ranging from lesbian, to being forced, to physical torture, she is pushed to her breaking point time and again. Eventually her perseverance pays off and she crosses from submissive to dominant and vampire.

My Bio: Angelica Dawson has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires. 

I use my blog as my author page: Blog
I'm @angelicadawson on twitter
My author page on Facebook: Facebook
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Buy on ARe: BUY HERE

Friday, September 7, 2012

KIKI HOWELL and what inspired Mystical Mayhem


Inspiration for Some Mystical Mayhem
When I write a story, I’m usually inspired to play around with some element of the paranormal world, to see what I can do with it, or how as I write it, the situation will work itself out. For example, I’ve written a story to simply see how a relationship would go between a vampire and a witch. I’ve written  a story to see how a witch would live in Regency England in a steampunk world. I’ve even written a pagan story to coax a modern day witch into a ménage situation thanks to a ghost.
In my newest release, Mystical Mayhem, what was I wanting to work through? Well, many things actually. First, I wanted to create a CIA, black ops, group of paranormal creatures. But, I didn’t just want the usual vampires and witches I typically write, I wanted wizards and mothmen, etc. I knew it would be quite the group of abilities and personalities, but I felt up to the challenge. Next, I wanted my main characters to be really different from any I’ve ever written. First, I went with the chimera. This creature I think is so beautiful and majestic. With the head of a dragon and a lion and a snake for a tail, not to mention wings…I’ve always wanted to write one. In looking for his mate, I went with a Native American woman with a dragon spirit. Again, something I had never written before, but the lore has always intrigued me. Yes, I have two books on the idea. LOL
I was however, once I started to put all these people together that I came up with my evil characters, and decided to add in a dark magic sex magick ritual to try to conceive another chimera. This would involve a bad witch and several different shapeshifters to try to create a multi-animal creature. I know, I have this thing about sex magick, it shows up in about 90% of my stories, but hey,  if you are going to have a spell, well you might as well power it right *winks* And, this started with the very first story I ever wrote erotic.
It was back in 2007, and I read a call for submission for a celtic erotic romance series. A witch found out the possibility existed that a spell done hundreds of years ago might have an impact on her future. To fire up the spell that would answer her questions, yeah, I brought in the boyfriend. It was so sexy to have the couple naked, facing each other, slowly but intently arousing one another to build energy to literally fire up the spell. Guess I was hooked.
Want to see how this all plays out? Check out my newest novella, Mystical Mayhem.

Mystical Mayhem, a novella

When rogue shifters capture Aiyanna, a Native American Indian with a dragon spirit, she finds herself tied to the wall of a cave, about to be the sacrifice in their twisted sex ritual. Their intention is to conceive another chimera, the legendary paranormal superman of Alaska. What the group didn’t plan for is the real chimera, Xander, coming to their sacrifice’s rescue.

Once in his cave, as Xander cares for Aiyanna’s wounds and shares a little of his rough life, the two find they’re mates. The next step in their lives should be clear. Instead, in this world gone mad, where paranormal creatures who once lived secretly on the fringes of society are currently joining together for evil purposes, indecision reigns. As lines are drawn, war ensues and personal struggles mount, Xander is called to join a Special Activities Division of the CIA. Decisions must be made even as the mystical mayhem continues around them.
Genres:  Paranormal (Chimera, Dragon Spirit, Vampires, Witches, and then some…), Erotic, Romantic Suspense

Pain cut like a blade stuck in her wrists each time she hurled her weight forward. Aiyanna needed her Dragon in order to break the ropes that tied her arms above her head. Yet, deep inside this cave, the Spirit remained elusive. A maize-colored light surrounded her – stifled her ability to call to her animal, the only one left to save her.
Rogue shifters had invaded her reservation here in Alaska, or at least what remained of an old one. Aiyanna had no idea what’d happened to the others there, those she called friends and family. She, alone, had been captured, taken in the dark in complete silence. Now, she hung against a cold rock wall listening to a man who’d shifted into a Hawk when he’d gotten frustrated a moment ago, but was now a man again. He fought with the other shifters present, as well as a witch about the specifics of a sex ritual she was to be sacrificed in.
“You listen to me. Bottom line. Ideal or not,” the Hawk-man hissed. “We have a sacrifice: a mystical woman, an Indian with a Dragon Spirit. The bitch is perfect. We have shifters here to represent each element with a corresponding animal. Don’t get all fuckin’ simpering woman on me because you know her.”
“I know of her. She is gifted, maybe too gifted to kill, was all I was saying, Aiden,” spat the witch, though she was wringing her fists in front of her. Aiyanna knew of the witch too – mostly rumors though. Her name was Selene, and she practiced on the dark side of magick despite the way she’d been raised. Selene, like Aiyanna, had lost her mother young.
“You listen to me. I’ve planned this for too long. You knew how it would work. You will do this! It’s your choice how easy or hard your participation will be. Got it? The moon is right. The ritual stones and other shit have been gathered.” The Hawk-man’s voice was rising, beating at the air as his wings had a few minutes ago. “We do this tonight. We kill her tonight! We will all mate with you, witch, tonight! A child will be conceived. One like the legends.”
Aiyanna knew exactly the legend they spoke of. The superman, if you will, of the shifters. She could use his help right about now. Not many had seen him, but the one who shifted into a combination of many beasts at once, the Chimera, saved those in dire need. She felt hanging from a wall, about to be sacrificed qualified as a bit dire.