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Visiting family in good ole Virginia so I'm off the radar these days. Need to get writing but I think I forgot to pack my muse. Where the hell are you? Until I find that muse, I need to force myself to write. Take care and thanks for listening.

Happy Birthday Gabrielle Evans

Please welcome the incredible Gabrielle Evans to my blog. Not only is it a special day because she's here, it is also her birthday! Happy Birthday, Gabrielle! And to celebrate her birthday there is a fricken' contest! Yahoo!

Below is an excerpt and a compelling Q&A, please read on to see what makes this talented author tick. And remember to leave a comment for a chance to win ebook copies of Enchanted 1 and 2. 

GABRIELLE EVANS

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Bio:

Siren-exclusive author, Gabrielle Evans, grew up in a small town in southern Oklahoma. We are talking one red light that may or may not work depending on the day of the week. She married her high school sweetheart and the rest is pretty much history. They have two very active boys and one high-strung wiener dog that keeps her constantly on the go. For now, she parks her car in central Indiana, but who knows what tomorrow will bring.

SEIZE THE NIGHT [ENCHANTED 2]

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[Erotic Alternative Paranormal Romance, M/M, public exhibition, werewolves, bondage, sex toys, HEA]
Left disfigured at the hands of a madman, Emery Nicholson has basically given up on life. Nothing brings him happiness anymore, and the only man he’s ever really cared about is in love with someone else.
Gaius has always harbored a fondness for mortals. He knows it’s forbidden to interact with them, but when a force beyond his control chases him from his home, he’ll find that life in the mortal realm is more complicated than he imagined.
Between Gaius falling on him and being ambushed by a pack of hellhounds, Emery isn’t having the best day. Add the fact that he’s set to shift into the same kind of monster on the full moon, and he’s barely holding it together.
There’s something special about Gaius that won’t let Emery just walk away, though. Through all the chaos and uncertainty, can the Fate give Emery a reason to live again?

EXCERPT

“Mmm,” Emery hummed in his ear. “Good morning, sugar. Did you sleep well?”

Despite spending the night outside on the ground, Gaius couldn’t remember the last time he’d slept so well. Emery was the only person he’d ever spent the night with, but he didn’t imagine that most people were quite as warm as his mate. It was like cuddling up to a two-hundred-pound furnace that occasionally snored.

He’d keep that little detail to himself, though. “I did. How about you? Was it as bad as you thought it would be?”

“Yes and no.” Rolling Gaius to his back, Emery pinned his shoulders to the sleeping bag beneath him. “We can talk about it later.”

His hard, naked cock pressed insistently against Gaius’s hip and slicked the taut skin with pre-cum. Gaius’s body came alive all at once, aching for his lover’s touch. However, he was very aware that they were in the middle of the woods without a toothbrush, and he could only imagine what Emery had eaten the night before. So when he felt the tickle of Emery’s hair against his neck, he turned his head to the side so that those plush lips met his cheek instead of his mouth.

“Hey,” Emery pouted. “What gives?”

“No kissing.”

“I require kissing,” Emery argued. “I need to be wooed.”

Gaius snorted and giggled at the playful attitude. “Not happening. There will be biting, spanking, hair pulling, and a nice, hard fuck. There will be no kissing, though.” He stuck his nose in the air and sniffed. “I’m a gentleman after all.”

Emery went very still and didn’t say anything for a long time. When he did speak, however, it wasn’t at all what Gaius had been expecting. “Do you mean it?”

“Yes? No? Wait. Mean what?” Crap, it was too early in the morning, and his brain was still sluggish.

“All the rough stuff,” Emery elaborated. “Did you mean it?”

Ah, now he understood. “I might be little, and I might be blind, but I’m not fragile. I won’t break.” He could see how Emery might be reluctant considering his small size and lack of experience, but Gaius knew what he wanted. “I like the slow and gentle stuff we’ve done, but I want more. I can feel you holding back.” Arching his hips, he rubbed against his mate and moaned uninhibitedly. “Don’t.”

Emery didn’t say anything, but when he rolled away, Gaius wanted to scream in frustration. It wasn’t like he was asking the man to whip him raw or beat him bloody. He just didn’t want to be treated like he was made of spun glass with a coat of wet paint.

“Emery, I—”

“Not here. I’m not saying no. I’m just saying not here.”

Pushing up on his elbows with a huff, Gaius cocked his head to the side and scowled. “And just why not? What’s wrong with right here?” He was a nymph and a shifter, and as such, he had little concern for things like nudity or voyeurism. If the others in the group wanted to watch, well, he’d give them a show to remember.

“For one, we don’t have supplies,” Emery argued.

“Here,” Jade called from somewhere off to the side, and a moment later, something hard smacked Gaius in the back of the head. “Shit! Sorry!”

Rubbing at his skull with one hand, Gaius twisted and felt around on the bedroll behind him until his fingers encountered a small, plastic bottle. The bump to the head forgotten, he snatched it up and presented it to Emery with a triumphant smile. “Problem solved.”

“Thank you, Jade,” Emery grumbled. There was so much sarcasm in his voice that, had it been a tranquilizer, it would have dropped an elephant in two seconds flat. “I can’t do it.”

Gaius still didn’t understand the problem. He didn’t care if people watched him. In fact, he found the prospect arousing as hell. Maybe Emery was shy. It was the only thing that made sense, but he hadn’t reacted so negatively when Jade had stumbled upon that blow job in the pickup.

“What’s wrong?” Just the thought of their friends watching and coveting what belonged to him had Gaius vibrating with lust and desire. He never would have guessed that he was such an exhibitionist, but the way his cock was swelling and aching seemed to say otherwise.

“I don’t know how to explain it,” Emery answered. “I’m feeling possessive, and maybe even a little jealous. Normally, I’m all about having an audience, but I don’t think I can handle everyone seeing you naked right now.”

“It’s the hellhound instincts riding you,” Q explained. “No matter the breed, all of us sharing bodies with a beast get a little territorial. It won’t ever go away, but it should fade a bit when you claim him.”

“Claim?”

“Don’t worry,” Q said with a chuckle. “Your hound knows what to do.”

That was all well and good, and Gaius was happy that Emery was getting the answers he needed. However, he wanted his mate’s dick in his ass, and he wanted it to happen five minutes ago. “Well, either fuck me now, or we need to get out of here.”

Emery wasn’t the only one with a beast trying to claw his way to the surface. Apparently, his phoenix was high on life after a night of freedom, and being much more vocal that usual. The bird also recognized Emery as their mate, and if the fire coursing through Gaius’s veins was any indication, the phoenix wasn’t happy that they hadn’t marked their man yet.

“Knock it off,” Emery growled.

Gaius wasn’t sure if it was the profanity or his insistence that Emery make a move, but the tone of his lover’s voice sent a shiver across the small of his back, and his dick jerked hard at the raw, masculine quality of it. Maybe it was a combination of both. Deciding to test it out, he pulled his shirt off over his head, fell back against the bedroll, and cupped his aching cock.

“Fuck me.”

“Gaius…”

He popped the button open easily, and slid the zipper down to part the denim hiding his naked length. “Fuck me.”

Another growl, this one longer and more guttural, echoed through the small clearing, and strong, capable fingers bit into Gaius’s hips, jerking him into a sitting position. “What are you doing?” Emery demanded.

“I’m trying to get you to fuck me.”

Emery flipped him over and pinned him to the ground as he made quick work of removing the remainder of Gaius’s clothing. “Ass in the air,” his mate demanded.

Trembling as he bit into the blanket to muffle his moans, Gaius pulled his knees under him and arched his back to put his backside on clear display. The hand wrapped around the back of his neck, holding him immobile, and the hard, dripping cock rubbing against his crease was making him delirious with lust, but he held as still as possible, eager to see what Emery would do next.

“You are far too beautiful to talk like a common whore,” Emery stated with authority right before delivering a stinging swat to Gaius’s ass cheek. “I don’t ever want to hear those words come out of your mouth again.” Smack. Smack. “Am I understood?”

In the time since he’d met Emery, Gaius had never caught even a hint that this side of the man existed. Yes, Emery was always a dominant force in a room, and he was usually the one to step up and take charge of a situation. Now, however, he was pure alpha, Dominant with a capital D, and by the time the fifth swat landed on his ass, Gaius was panting like he’d just ran a marathon.

Sweat beaded along his neck and back, his heart thundered in his chest, and his dick was so hard that it was almost painful. His eyes rolled back in his head, his muscles quivered, and each new strike to his burning skin sent heat radiating straight to his balls. Knowing that everyone was watching him receive his punishment added a healthy dose of eroticism, and Gaius struggled to beat back his orgasm.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me,” Emery said in a harsh whisper. His fingers tangled in Gaius’s hair, and his head was pulled back on his shoulders at the same time Emery’s other hand landed on his flesh again. “Do you understand, Gaius?”

Understand what? His brain had completely shut down, and he’d already forgotten the question. However, he was coherent enough to realize that his mate required a response, and he just hoped that he was meant to answer in the affirmative. “Yes,” he half moaned, half whimpered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I understand.”

The fingers in his hair loosened their hold, and Emery stroked the locks from Gaius’s crown to the nape of his neck. “Good, baby,” he praised, and Gaius liked that almost as much as he liked the man’s commanding tone.

His mate’s rough palm smoothed over his heated flesh, soothing the deep ache and superficial burn. “Please,” Gaius pleaded, afraid his dick would snap in two if he didn’t get some relief soon.

The S was still hissing through his lips when two lubed fingers parted his cheeks and pushed into his clenching hole. Emery wasn’t gentle about it, either, and the burn of his stretching muscles had Gaius fisting his hands in the sleeping bag as he cried out to the forest. While his brain said it should hurt, told him he needed to slow things down, his body simply begged for more.

CONTEST:

In Seize the Night, Gaius is blind. Losing my sight is one of my greatest personal fears. I’m also afraid of cows. (Don’t judge me.)

What is your biggest personal fear? Not the concern that something might happen to your children, spouse, family, etc. but a fear you would have even if you lived alone with no friends.

Tell me your biggest (or silliest) fear in the comments below for a chance to win Books 1 and 2 in the Enchanted Series: 

Questions:

How long have you been writing professionally?

I started writing articles and essays when I was in high school for newspapers, journals, and magazines. I don’t think I’d really call it a career, though.

My first novella was published with Siren-BookStrand in January 2011. That’s when I was finally able to start making a living off my writing. I’ve written 56 books since then and haven’t looked back.

What inspires your writing?

Anything. Everything. The world is an amazing place if you just take the time to notice. Even those dark, questionable establishments can provide inspiration. I have the strangest dreams filled with pirates, witches, ghosts, and adventures, and I’m lucky enough to remember most of them when I wake up.

My husband is one of the funniest people I know, and he inspires some of the more hilarious moments in my stories. Friends, family, strangers, and people who just generally tick me off usually find their way into my books. For me, it’s almost always something incredibly simple, like a dog chasing a car down the street. Then the “what ifs” start and my muse runs from there. 

Who is your favorite author? Or do you have a favorite book? [or both if you’d prefer]

This is always such a hard question to answer. My tastes are always changing.  I’ll drink Dr. Pepper for six months and get bored. Then I switch to Coke. A year ago, I would have said pasta was my favorite type of food, but now, I rarely want to eat it.

The same is true with books. I will go through phases. Sometimes, I want the angst of a YA. Sometimes, I want a deep, all-consuming romance. Other times, I might go through a thriller/drama/horror binge. I tend to hyper-focus on one genre until I’m bored, and then move on to something else.

I’m not the type to have any one favorite. I don’t have “auto-buy” authors.  I love Sherrilyn Kenyon, but I won’t buy a book just because her name is on the cover. It might draw me to the book, because I know I enjoy her writing style, but my decision to buy a book is based largely on the blurb or sample chapter. Every story is different, no matter if it is from the same author.   

What are your future writing goals?

Just keep writing. That’s about it for now. I don’t have aspirations of becoming a New Your Times’ Bestseller. I just want to write the stories in my head and not worry about the rest.

Plotter or Pantser?

Mostly pantser. I love being just as surprised as the reader at what comes out of my characters’ mouths. I have a general idea when I start. I know I need to get from point A to point B to point C. How I get from beginning to end is anyone’s guess, though, including mine.

Where is your favorite dream destination [for at least a month or so] for alone time and writing?

You know, I tried that. It was only a week, but I rented a cabin in the Ozark Mountains for a little R&R. With two boys, two parakeets, a dog, and a husband, peace and quiet is a little hard to come by in my house. I figured some isolation would be good for the muse.

I didn’t like it. Granted, I got sick and endured one disaster after another. However, when I finally made it home, I was so happy to be here I could barely stand myself. My home is my solace, my Fortress of Solitude. It’s where I’m most comfortable, surrounded by people who love me. Dream destinations sound great in theory, but for me, the adage is true. There’s no place like home.

Rapid Round:

Off the top of your head, which are your three favorite words?

Exotic – Primal – Mine

Sexiest man, living or dead?

Sam Elliot with his mustache. The slightly creepy version of him sans facial hair in We Were Soldiers doesn’t do it for me.

Boxer? Briefs? None at all?

Boxers. Loose-fitting cotton boxers.

Which book did you most enjoy writing?

Gods of Chaos            1: Devil Did Grin

Having a great day....ummmm. Yeah.

It's been a crazy day so I thought I would entertain myself with a few photos. Ain't I one sexy man? [place growl and head nodding in agreement here.]

                           Two thumbs up and very excited!

One thumb up and a little crazy.

Obviously entertained by my antics when I should be writing.

At Sid Love's

Today I am at Sid Love's blog talking about my favorite characters, why some of my love scenes do not include condoms, and how South Florida plays into my books. Please stop by and enter to win an ebook copy of one of my books. You'll be sorry that you didn't! Click on the link below.

http://sidlove.wordpress.com/2013/04/19/giveaway-5-alex-carreras/

Gabrielle Evans

Here is a compelling interview about yours truly at the super fabulous Gabrielle Evans. You're about to learn many things.
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Super sexy fun on the beach with a cop.

 Spanish vampires on a mission.

If the afterlife could only be this good.

Jana Downs

Questions:

How long have you been writing professionally?

I’ve been writing professionally for the past year and some odd months now.  It’s been a wild ride and I have been thoroughly enjoying myself. J 

What inspires your writing?

Inspiration strikes at the oddest moments. It can come from pretty much any source, whether it’s a phone conversation, a planned adventure, or something mundane turned adventure like a runaway lawn mower. People especially tend to be inspirations. The best characters I’ve developed have come from the interesting personalities of people around me.  

Who is your favorite author? Or do you have a favorite book? [or both if you’d prefer]

I have so many favorite authors that if I listed them all, you’d be reading pages.  I can however, tell you that the favorite book on my shelf right now is Lover at Last by JR Ward. It’s been a book I’ve been waiting for for a long time and it didn’t disappoint. 

What are your future writing goals?

My future writing goals include a fantastic new series with my fellow Siren author Anitra Lynn McLeod that I’m really looking forward to everyone reading.  It’s a fun sci-fi series that includes some really sexy stories from the combined madness of Anitra and I.

Plotter or Pantser?

I plot a little bit and pants a lot of it. Once the general rules of the world are established I just sort of let my characters run amok as they please. This gets us into some interesting scrapes, most of which are thoroughly enjoyable.

Where is your favorite dream destination [for at least a month or so] for alone time and writing?

I would absolutely love to disappear to a little cottage in Scotland. I love Britain and to be able to hole up somewhere and write there would definitely be a dream come true.

Rapid Round:

Off the top of your head, which are your three favorite words?

Burgeoning, Rippling, and Vivacious. Do with that what you will.

 Sexiest man, living or dead?

Jensen Ackles. Hands down. All I can say about the man is, yum.

Boxer? Briefs? None at all?

Commando, all the way. Layers create delays.

Which book did you most enjoy writing?

That’s a hard one. I’d have to say I really enjoyed writing Available[Marked 3]. Bradley was such a trip and Ryan was so yummy. All the juicy BDSM scenes didn’t hurt the enjoyment either. :P

Thanks for having me, Alex!

Jana Downs at Amazon

http://www.amazon.com/Jana-Downs/e/B00C2NSZLY/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1365357616&sr=1-1

Blurbs:

Working Stiffs [Deadzone 1]

After the collapse of civilization, Ager Munez finds work as an agent, helping customers with their zombie insurance needs. He’s a bit of a workaholic and a romantic at heart, but the only romance he’s been experiencing lately involves watching his bosses in tight-fitting jeans on casual Fridays.

Jim and Jason Tanner agree they want a third in their relationship, but have never been able to find the right man. When Ager begins working at Deadzone, they know that they’ve found their match. He’s smart, funny, and adorable in a way that should be illegal in at least four sectors.

When a zombie outbreak in Sector 7 requires field representatives, the two know the perfect candidate for the job. Little does Ager know that this mission will test him in ways he’s never been tested and land him not one but two hot men in his bed and his heart.

http://www.bookstrand.com/working-stiffs

Relay for Life [Deadzone 2]

Andrew Ainsley is a Deadzone sponsored runner participating in the most intense cross country race of his life. However, a double marathon through the wilds outside the safety zones will bring trouble he didn’t anticipate.

Marcel Carter has been in love with Andrew since he started running for Deadzone five years previously but never had the courage to ask him out. It isn’t until Andrew is lost that he realizes he’s been wasting time.

Matthew Gibson volunteers frequently for dangerous field missions, leaving little time for real relationships. He thinks he’s ready to put that life behind him until his cousin, Brooklyn, asks him to help rescue Andrew. When the three meet, sparks fly, and Matthew thinks he’s finally found what he’s been missing.

As they fight to survive zombies unlike any they’ve faced before and uncover dangerous government conspiracies, they’ll have to determine if their newfound love is real or if it only exists in the dead zone.

Coming April 20^th!