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Due to a very good friend I have a couple thousand new followers on my fan page. So to celebrate and welcome all the newcomers, I have a giveaway going on for my new followers over at my fan page, If you haven't read The Silken Edge yet come over and enter.

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Prepper Romance?

Today I have D.L. Jackson on my blog telling us about her newest Prepper Romance. Yes, you read that right, a "Prepper Romance". Read on with my guest, then you will understand...

Good morning. I’m here to tell you about my newest release, Finding Mercy.

About four months ago my publisher mentioned she was considering starting a Prepper line. It would be romance and about people who incorporate disaster preparedness into their daily routines. The idea intrigued me. In fact, it wouldn’t leave me alone. Within two days, an idea percolated and I was on the phone with her.

And then I told her about my home town.  Here’s the brief description I gave her.

Built in the 1942 to train Army pilots, Alliance Army Airfield didn’t remain around long. It was decommissioned in 1945, but it’s important to note that the downtown area of a small town three miles to the north west of the airfield is built on top of a massive bomb shelter. There is literally a shelter that takes up several square blocks under this town. The Secretary of War authorized the building in April of 1942. The workers who came in doubled the population of Alliance and an area on the east side of the town now utilizes the original cheaply built houses, “chimney town”, for senior housing. Many of the workers were Sioux from the Rosebud and Pine Ridge reservations, Mexicans from the Southwest, and African Americans from Wichita and Kansas City. Many of the Sioux remained in Alliance. A common family sir-name is Warbonnet.

The best way I can describe the town is Norman Rockwell America. It’s white picket fences and cozy, mostly single and double story houses from Victorian times forward.

The main street is brick and called Box Butte, the rest of the streets are poured concrete and extremely tidy. The kids in the town like to drive up and down the main drag on the weekend. This is called cruising the Butte. The sidewalks are poured concrete. Every so many feet you will find thick glass blocks, in grids about four by four each, making up windows that are about two foot by two foot. This lets light into the shelter below. A donut shop called Daylight Donuts, sits in the middle of main street and is a common gathering spot for locals to have morning coffee and a cream-filled pastry the coffee shop has named a Long John.  The older ranchers and farmers hang out there every morning and “shoot the bull.” A block up from that is the library, where kids often hang out front. Across the street is the Courthouse, a large white building with a stucco exterior. Behind it is the local police station and fire department.

In August for a week, the street is blocked off in an area that takes up about two blocks. A carnival and rides are set up. Western dances are common at this time with live outdoor bands. These events are most common during Frontier Days. They also have sidewalk sales, famer’s markets and outhouse races and other events around town, including mud volleyball at the old airfield, where the fire trucks come out and make the mud. The county fairground is out of town to the north. The fair takes place around the same time—beginning of August.

So, that being said, she was sold. From this brick and mortar foundation of the real town of Alliance Nebraska, I spun the world of Evans Point Wyoming, where survival is a priority and love blooms among a community of preppers.

This shelter led me to several what ifs. What if tornados level a small community, one like Alliance with an old shelter, mostly forgotten until disaster strikes. What if those that stay and rebuild, decide to refurbish the old shelter, so that they will be better prepared for future disasters.

About some of the characters in the Evans Point Mini-series: 

Jake North—Sheriff. (I’m currently writing a story about this intriguing character)

Will Evans—A local rancher, whose family founded Evans Point. He is in his 80s and a Veteran of WWII

Anne Bessett—Runs the hydroponic greenhouse in the shelter.

Justin Redway—Missing hero hiding from the media outside of Evans Point. (Finding Mercy) Was a Combat Medic with the 10th Mountain Division and awarded the  Medal of Honor.

Mercy Evans—Anchorwoman for Cheyenne News station and Will Evans’s granddaughter. (Finding Mercy)

Grant T. Houston—Survivalist and author who lives outside Evans Point (Princess and the Prepper)

Princess Liliane Johanna Charlotte Helene zu Saxe-Melckenburghausen (Princess and the Prepper) Think the title says it all.

Maggie Farrell—Owner of a guest house in Evans Point

Orla Houston—Grant Houston’s mother.

James Houston—Grant’s brother.

Cassi Smith—Environmental purist who gets caught in the middle of a deal gone bad. (Falling For Water)

Ray Harris—FBI agent tracking down illegal gun smugglers. (Falling For Water)

Blurb for Finding Mercy: 

You’ll die in three minutes without oxygen, three hours without shelter, three days without water and three weeks without food. But could you survive a lifetime with a broken heart?

Mercy Evans has come to Evans Point hoping to collect herself and find a way to resurrect her career as an anchorwoman for Cheyenne’s news station. Sergeant Justin Redway has come to Evans Point to try to forget his past and survive what he’s done.

When two worlds collide, one of a battle damaged veteran, the other of a desperate woman who will go to any extreme to get his story, sparks fly and old wounds open. When the chasm between the fated lovers widens, it just might be too big to cross.

One town, two lovers and a second chance at finding mercy.

Excerpt:

Evans Point, Wyoming

June 28th, 2010

It looked like the end of the world. Will Evans tightened his grip on Bear’s and Sadie’s leashes and tuned in for any cries for help. The fresh smell of rain mixed with the industrial stink of spilled fuel and the ozone from a nearby lightning strike pounded reality home.

Even though they’d merely begun, his bones ached. Fifteen years before, he would’ve torn through the wreckage and pulled out survivors without hesitation. Now, he could only look over the destruction and fight the tears that tugged on his eyes. The scene brought back another time he couldn’t stomach, when he’d seen the Grim Reaper rip a hole between life and death, as he’d done this day.

The storms had hit with ferocity, in the middle of the night, without warning. The roaring of the beast had woken some, but not all. Those alerted had rushed for cover in their basements and cellars and now searched for those who were not as lucky. This was all that remained of the downtown after six tornadoes had torn through Evans Point. In all his eighty-four years, Will had seen only one other battlefield like it.

He swallowed and searched his soul for courage. There would be bodies among the rubble, but hopefully, there would also be living. He had to believe to continue, even though he found his faith tested.

So much carnage. Scanning the brightening horizon, he took in the destruction. Brick buildings were blown apart. Vehicles lay on their rooftops, dripping gasoline and other fluids. Even a pickup had been skewered on a flagpole like one of the carousel horses he’d ridden as a child at the fairground. A  toy truck lay at his feet, its red paint bright and clean like it was fresh from the box.

His gaze shifted to the left. Someone’s farm equipment sat on top of a local bridal shop. The five-hundred-thousand-dollar harvester would have to come down in pieces, which meant it would remain there for a while. No one would be able to get a crane into the area for months. It all seemed so overwhelming, and he didn’t have a clue where to start.

But his dogs did.

“All right, we got work to do.” Will squeezed the hooks with his gnarled fingers, unclipping Bear and Sadie, letting them do what they did best. Since he’d retired, he’d taken up breeding, raising, and training the Caucasian Shepherds. The dogs originally belonged to a friend who had worked search and rescue  in Alaska, but when he’d retired and moved to Florida, he hadn’t wanted to drag the double-coated dogs to Miami, where they’d suffer from the heat.

Not that Wyoming didn’t have hot summers; it did, but they were shorter. When Will had taken the pair on, he’d discovered they made great cattle dogs, and why not? The Caucasian Mountain Shepherds were herding dogs, highly intelligent, possessing giant personalities to go with their enormous size. And the bonus? Mountain lions and wolves thought twice about going after his stock.

Bear barked and dug at a pile of debris that led to a basement entrance of an old bomb shelter under the downtown area. Will picked his way around the rubble, careful where he stepped.

The glass blocks embedded in the sidewalk, part of the old reinforced structure the Army had left behind in the forties, were still intact, and the structure below hadn’t collapsed. An idea woke in his head. Why hadn’t they used it before?

“Hey, over here,” he called out to a couple of firefighters as he tossed a two-by-four to the side. He wouldn’t be much help lifting the wreckage away, but he’d do what he could, and what he could do was get everyone together and make sure this didn’t happen again. Those who lost their lives here would be the last to die because they hadn’t been prepared. 

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So, the day after doomsday, I hope you’ll check out my newest release. I’ll have the buy links up on my website www.authordljackson.com. If you’re interested in writing in the Prepper line for Decadent, please check out their site and submission requirements.

Thanks for stopping by,

D L Jackson

Elevator Sex, White Wine, Cats and a Giveaway

I'm really excited today to be hosting an interview with the sexy, sassy Ciara Ryan. If you haven't read her stuff, or aren't following her on facebook, you should. 

I'm in a good mood, and feeling a bit generous. I'm thinking maybe a giveaway is in order...But let's not keep Ciara waiting:

1.     Ever since word got out about Fifty Shades of Grey, and Christian’s twitchy palm wanting to smack Ana’s ass, the world of erotica seems to have exploded. Have you noticed an increase of interest in your stories as a result?

It's kind of a tricky question to answer. First off, I think it's great that the Fifty Shades books brought erotica into the spotlight, but I think it's kind of a double-edged sword in a way. Whenever something, and I mean anything, becomes so popular, so fast, the market is bound to get saturated. I'm relatively new to the whole self-publishing world and so far the Fifty Shades boom hasn't really helped with interest in my stories. I definitely think it opened the door for me a little bit more, but it also opened the door to anyone who has a story to sell and can figure out how to upload it. Five years ago, the boom would have been good for the select few who were already out there, but now, it's even harder to get your stuff seen because there is so much, but hopefully I'll be one of the lucky few who floats to the top when all is said and done.

Laci: I couldn't agree with you more, Ciara. It's a tough world out there in self publishing, and not being a part of the Big Six out of NY, you have to market on your own. That in itself is a job.

2.     What drew you to write for the erotic genre?

I'd always loved to write as a child. A single sentence in the margin of one of my notebook; a paragraph or story idea written on a scrap piece of paper here and there. So the writing bug has always been there. A guy I dated in high school showed me an episode of The Red Shoes Diaries one night when we were in his room. Not only did he get the best sex of his life that night, but it also turned the focus of my writing in another direction. There had always been this story, this movie playing in my head, but now the movie got steamier. The stories no longer stopped when the boy and girl in my head kissed, they went further. The boy started getting to second base, then third base and eventually the stories got downright naughty, as you're well aware, Laci. Like all writers, I have these characters and stories in my mind that are screaming to get out, so I write them down. You get such a rush from writing down your fantasies. You can mold them, shape them into the vision in your mind and go back and read them later.

Laci: Hmmm, makes me wonder what's in that head of yours that we don't know about, yet.

3.     Do you have any kink in your stories? Or just good-hard vanilla sex?

Hmmmm. That's a good question. You won't find anything too bizarre in my stuff, at least, I don't think so. You get sex between a man and a woman, multiple partners, there's anal in there, but nothing I personally think is too far out there. I'm always growing as a human being and a writer, expanding my horizons, who's to say that I won't get kinkier as I grow. 

Laci: Looking forward to your growth ;)

4.     After reading "But I Need This Job", I’m dying to know, have you ever had sex in an elevator? Or at work behind closed doors?

Oh God yes, it's amazing. There is that rush of wondering if the door is going to open and a group of nuns will be standing there, jaws dropped the second they see you pinned to the wall with your skirt hiked up. It's not the most comfortable sex you'll ever have, but it sure as hell is one of the most exciting. I'm a photographer. I don't like a lot of people on my sets and I'd be lying if I said that some of the models don't turn me on. That being said, not every Ciara shoot is a wild, free-sex party, but I have taken a few "breaks" that certainly qualify as interesting.

Laci: Adding "Elevator Sex" to my bucket list. And, oooh, where does one sign up to model? Or just watch? LOL. Both men and women have beautiful bodies, I can't blame you for getting hot and bothered sometimes.

5.     You’ve received really good reviews; apparently your stories leave people wanting more. Do you have plans for anything in the future?

I try to stay as far away from anything with review, or critique in it, so that is nice to hear. I have lots planned, but that isn't anything new with me. I was planning on starting a new series about bartenders and their sexy encounters with customers, but that has been shelved for the time being, because I actually had this great idea for a series. It's still in its infancy, but I'm soooooo excited about it. The tentative title is Cold Water Canyon. It's about a small, but affluent community in Kentucky. There's going to be drama, intrigue, sex, gossip, sweetness, backstabbing. You name it, it's gonna be in there. I wanted to do it like a soap opera. I've got a friend, a really big writer helping me plot it out. I love doing the steamy short stuff, but I'd like to move into bigger stories, stuff around 20,000 words or so, maybe more and this is my first foray into that. Hopefully it works out. Did I mention I'm soooooo excited about it?

Laci: I kinda get this feeling that you're super excited about this new series! I can't blame you, it sounds like a good one. I can't wait for it! So, write faster!

6.     What do you think makes a good erotic story?

Build up. Guys get turned on by naked breasts, us girls need more than that. I personally need a bit of a back-story, I need to get into the characters, care about them, hate them, anything, not just have the pizza delivery guy show-up at the door and BAM!!!, let's have sex. Tell me why they are having sex. I want to be seduced by the story. Tell me, now wait, better yet, show me what about this guy makes this girl want to have sex with him. What's so special about him that she allows him to take her to her limits, allows him to have her.

Laci: Mmmhmmm, build up ;) works for me, and...what happens with the pizza guy? LOL

7.     Favorite sex toy?

A man :) If there isn't a worthy one handy; I prefer my own touch. I'm kind of old-fashion that way. Dildos are great and vibrators were a gift from God himself, but I like my own touch.

Laci: Yes! Men, always the top choice in my book, but I have this purple bunny, it's my fave. I'd take it over my own touch any day :) But I'm just an orgasm whore like that.

8.     Lingerie, take it or leave it?

I could be cleaning out the liter box, but if I have lingerie on, I feel sexy, so I'll take it.

Laci: Me too! While it doesn't stay on long when my man is around, I just like the look on his face when he sees me in it. That alone is worth the price tag. 

~Randoms:

*Top or bottom? (Sexual position)

Top. Weird, huh? I love seeing the pleasure on his face and I love being watched. I'm kind of a performer in bed.

*Oral sex – giving or receiving?

Receiving. I know, I'm  greedy bitch. Oh well.

*Kissing during sex – with or without tongue?

These are tough choices, Laci. Damn! With. Yep. Final answer. With.

*Red or white wine?

Zinfandel is my favorite, but I'd choose white, red gives me a headache.

*Cats or Dogs?

Cats. I have two myself and a guard dog named Zeus who is just about the cuddliest dog you'll ever meet, unless you look at me the wrong way.

~Tell us FIVE things about yourself that no one knows, can be anything:

1 Natalie Portman could make me go lesbian.

2 I bought my dad a pair of knockoff Gucci sandals last year for Christmas.

3 I also got myself a knockoff wallet.

4 I got two speeding tickets in Italy when I was eighteen. I didn't pay either one of them.

5 I kissed Robbie Markham in the laundry room at Becca Turner's birthday party in grade six.

Thank you so much for stopping by today Ciara. It's been a blast! I do think we should do this again one day. In fact, give me a ring when you get that series underway and we'll chat about that! 

Just about the only place you're sure to find Ciara, is at Churchill Downs on the first Saturday in May, a tradition she never misses. A small town girl from Bliss, Kentucky, Ciara is a country girl with city sensibilities. With a bit of luck and some savvy investing advice from her uncle, Ciara was able to parlay the profits from years spent as a child model, into a future for herself, one that included graduating a proud Wildcat and opening up her own freelance photography business. Whether she's taking pictures of the wildlife in her home state, or snapping shots of the runway in Milan, Ciara always has a story in her head that needs to be told. Her only requirements to write are a cashmere sweater, a glass of wine and your willingness to be seduced by her words.

Here's where you can find Ciara and her sexy self, and pick up a copy of her stories, click on the links:

Ciara Ryan on Facebook

Ciara Ryan on Amazon

Excerpt from But I Need This Job: Allie

   God I was turned on.

   Mark moaned when I unhooked his belt, pulled back his waistband and cooed when I got a glimpse of his colossal dick, which was staring me right in the face. I wanted to feel the steely hammer that he possessed, and my hand was on it before he could take another breath.

   His cock was like steel covered silk, and my hand slid up and down it with ease, although it seemed to take forever to go from the head to his tight balls.

   His eyes had all but rolled back into his head by this point, so I knew that I was the one in charge, and he would do what I said. 

   The elevator binged to a stop and I saw that it was my floor. The doors opened, and Lisa was standing there with her coat in her hand. Her jaw dropped when she saw whose pants I presently had my hand down.

   “Get on,” Mark demanded.

   Lisa balked at first, but came willingly.

   The door closed and we were on our way back up. Lisa just watched for a second while I jerked Mark off; unsure what to do. I’d yanked his pants down to his knees, and his enormous dick was pointing straight up and out the top of his boxer-briefs while I stroked it. Mark grabbed Lisa by her dark auburn hair and pulled her in for a kiss. Their lips fell together in an unrecognizable blur. I felt a sudden pang of jealousy, and gripped his cock tightly. When he failed to respond, I reached my other hand across and pulled Lisa’s blouse open, popping the buttons off in the process, revealing a pink satin bra underneath that I knew needed to go.

   To this day I still have no idea what came over me, I was the last girl I ever thought would be in a situation like this.

   “Take it off,” I ordered Lisa.

   She removed her blouse without taking her lips from Marks. Part of me wanted her to go away and leave us alone, but worried that that might upset Mark.

   We’d reached our destination, but this time when the elevator doors opened, there was nobody there to greet us. I hit the emergency stop knob and we stood there in the elevator with the doors open.

   Mark pushed Lisa away for a brief moment and placed a strong hand on my shoulder. Lisa took the opportunity to wiggle out of her skirt, removing all of her clothing but the pink thong that matched her bra. The time had apparently come for me to stop teasing him, Mark pushed me to my knees with one hand. I settled in before him, and liberated his throbbing cock from the boxer-briefs that I was right about him wearing. My slit was soaking through my own silk thong, and I reached down to feel my clit before taking Mark in my mouth. Mark’s knees knocked at the first feel of my tongue on his love muscle. I jammed it in my mouth aggressively; the head of his dick stretching my lips. I closed my eyes and inhaled the musky smell of his balls as his cock slid effortlessly in and out of my lucky mouth. My previous estimation of Mark’s exceptional size was further supported when Lisa exclaimed that she might not be able to take all of him in her mouth.

*****

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*****

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 BDSM/May-December/EroticRomance

Blurb:

After her longtime boyfriend dumps her, Kristy craves a change in her life. Her best friend, Sherry, is into the BDSM scene, and on a whim and a bet, Kristy finds herself in the playroom at an exclusive club. A disguised Dom named Master Jay uses sensation play and a piece of silk to help her discover the world of kink. She finds it enjoyable and addictive, but what she doesn't know is that Master Jay is really Jake, a much younger man to whom she's strongly attracted.

For the past couple of years, Jake quietly watched Kristy in his gym. He doesn't care that she’s older than him; he wants her. When the virgin BDSM sub he’s hired to train ends up being Kristy, Jake almost falls apart. During the scene they play at the club, he fantasizes about getting her into restraints in his own playroom. But Kristy is shocked when she learns that the two men she desires are one and the same. Can Kristy who’s led a vanilla sex life, and Jake, who knows nothing but kink, find a future together?
 

Exerpt:

Kristy jumped at the sound of Steven’s bedroom door slamming shut, and she took a deep relaxing breath.

“Are you frightened?” Sherry’s green eyes were wide peeking out from her auburn bangs.

“No. That was fuckin’ hot.” She fanned herself with her hand. “I’ve never seen that side of him before. So in charge. So demanding.” Her insides clenched in need. Must be the wine.

Sherry narrowed her eyes at her long time friend, and then they popped open. “I knew it. You’re submissive!”

“Oh, cut it with that crap. I don’t want to hear any more about how you and your Dom are forever happy with your arrangement. It’s too weird for me.” She averted her gaze and focused on her wine glass, swirling the liquid around inside. “Nice collar by the way.”

She looked up just in time to see Sherry flinch at the mention and reach up to stroke the petite choker around her neck. “H-how did you know?”
 

***Available now in eBook format for $2.99 @amazon

Author Virginia Nelson Is A Little Odd

Today I have an odd guest author. The one and only Virginia Nelson is here at Laci’s Place. First I’d like to say thank you for stopping by Virginia. I can’t wait to check out your latest story. It sounds really, well...odd.  

Take it away…

Title: Guest Author Virginia Nelson is a little Odd

Thanks so much for having me on the blog today!

I’m a lot like the main character in my new release, Odd Stuff, a paranormal romantic comedy. Graceless heroines amuse me. Since I am more prone to mess things up in real life than to do them gracefully, the heroine who is flawed is one who I can really identify with.  In paranormal stories, usually the heroine does just the right thing at just the right moment and her powers are what they need to save the day.

*shakes head*

I didn’t like that.  I wanted to create a character who didn’t always make the right choice and when she messed up, she had to figure out a way to fix it.  Janie was born from this, one of the most powerful creatures that go bump in the night and one of the least willing to be one of the ‘monsters.’ She only wants a normal life, with her daughter, and to recover from her recent divorce.

The paranormal world…doesn’t really cooperate with her plans.

Blurb: Janie Smith tumbles through the paranormal world making mistakes and not keeping her sharp tongue in check. Pretending to be normal is what she has spent her whole life perfecting. But when her best friend, a witch named Mia, gets tangled in a murder investigation, Janie tries to stick to her guns and solve it without any “extra” help, be it supernatural or sexual. The hitch is that Mia is suspected to have murdered a vampire...and how do you prove you haven't killed someone who has no pulse?

About the Author: Virginia Nelson spends her days chasing three very active kids around. When she is not doing this, or plotting taking over the world, she likes to write, play in the mud, drive far too fast and scream at inanimate objects. She can often be found listening to music that is far too loud and typing her next fantastic tale of blood, sex and random acts of ineptitude. Romance, in Ms. Nelson’s opinion, is not about riding off into the sunset on the back of a horse with the knight in shining armor— it is about riding the dragon. If the knight can keep up… well, that is love.  

Find me online virg-nelson.com     Grab your copy of Odd Stuff today! Click HERE!