Tuesday, March 25, 2014

On SALE: 50% off with this code! Whom Gods Have Favoured #RomFantasy


This is an EROTIC/VAMPIRE historical..... it's set in Ancient Pompeii, mostly, and moves into modern time..... it contains a great deal of sexual content, and historical accuracy about the decadence of the Romans of that era. It was fascinating to write, and as you can see, the cover is a stunner..... I hope your curiosity will be piqued, and you'll consider adding this one to your collection - the reviews are amazing... and I think you'll find it a satisfying read!!!


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Pompeii lies complacent and decadent in the shadow of Mount Vesuvius, the populace thriving on their depravity and their hunger for blood and Games. Within the elite aristocracy, games of another type are being played, deadly secrets are a threat to more than status, and conspiracy is a way of life for those who are unhappy.

Lucius has long been exalted as a warrior without peer. Adored and covetted by men and women alike, he is blind to the plots that are thickening around him. While total control is his on the bloody fields of war, on the battlefield of the heart, as he is about to discover, even the strongest man can be deceived by his ignorance.

Watching over it all is the majesty of Vesuvius, sputtering smoke, promising retribution. In the midst of the looming destruction, an ancient evil emerges, and will claim not only a celebrated general of Rome, but the slave girl he has slowly grown to love and cherish. A girl who will follow him into hell itself?

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Xina felt the heat of her new master’s scrutiny as she served his guests and tried to keep out of their groping clutches without obvious offense given to any present. She hated these arrogant and decadent Romans, with their overabundant riches and complete lack of compassion. That she herself had been born Roman made no real difference to her convictions. She detested the manner in which the nobility of Pompeii dismissed life, and humanity. Their glorious general was a shining example of everything she abhorred most.

Her look slid to him. He was an exceptionally attractive man; she was forced to concede with reluctance. He stood well above most of the men gathered in the room; his fair head held proud, blue eyes sharp with intelligence. He had earned his reputation as a cold-blooded killer, a warrior of superior skill. She saw no warmth in him, despite the fire in his azure eyes. When she would have returned to the kitchens, his voice beckoned her to his side.

“More wine for my guests, Xina.” His smile was oddly polite.

“She is a beauty, General,” the magistrate commented as he watched Xina walk away to refill the wine pitcher.

“Yes,” Lucius agreed. His look followed every movement she made. “One of Boudica’s cast-offs.”

“The woman’s a fool to let one like that escape her. I would guess the girl could quickly become a favorite.”

“Apparently she attempted to slit the throat of the last man who tried to take her without the correct price,” Lucius said with a laugh.

The magistrate chuckled. “And you expect to have better luck, General, is that it?” he asked, his eyes envious.

Lucius shared the man’s laughter, and noticed Nydia had not missed a single word of the exchange.

* * *

“What is it you want of me, Master Lucius?”

Xina stood inside the large, airy chamber and tried not to look at the imposing man who lounged on a silk-covered couch. The room was softly lit by torches arranged to create the illusion of warmth and seclusion. The banquet had lasted well into the night, and she was almost asleep on her feet. The general appeared no worse for the considerable amount of wine he had consumed so far this night.

“What do you think I want, girl?” His tone was one of sardonic amusement.

She shuddered and nodded. There was no need to respond. He had bought the right to do with her as he pleased. To refuse him would mean her death. To strike him, if she possessed a weapon to do so, would also mean death. Resigned, she unknotted the belt that held her gown and allowed the soft white garment to slide from her shoulders and puddle at her feet. She unlaced the sandals, stepped out of them also, and walked to his couch. She stood naked before him but made no further movement.

Lucius laughed.

“Why did you almost kill Maccius, Xina?”

“He did not own me, Master,” she answered. “And I was not a whore to be sold, despite Boudica’s assumptions.”

“Yet, I do own you, little one,” he murmured. “Do you wish to kill me?”

“I wish to go on living.”

“You’re quite lovely, Xina,” he purred, as one long-fingered hand brushed the length of her leg and the backs of his knuckles smoothed over the silken skin of her belly before moving downward again.


His face clouded with anger at the childish voice, and he sat up on the couch.

Chloe entered the room and her gaze raked over Xina, who stood impassive and detached at his side.

“What is it, Chloe?” he snapped. The child’s stare was filled with intense loathing, and it surprised him to see such an expression in a face so young.

“You promised you would come to see me before you retired.”

“Go!” He gritted the single word to his slave from between clenched teeth, and rose quickly. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Xina gather her garments and slip out of the chamber in silence.

“Did you plan to rape her?” Chloe asked.

“Rape her?” he repeated, surprised again at the age in the child. What could a girl of ten years know of rape? “She’s a slave, Chloe. My slave. I will do whatever I wish with her.”

“Of course, Father,” she answered.

* * *


She whirled at the soft sound of her friend’s voice. The old slave Gaius had been waiting for her to return to the kitchen, and she saw the worry that aged his gentle features. He was one of the only men she had ever met who’d showed her true kindness despite the brief time they’d known each other.

“I’m fine, Gaius,” she assured him.

“You were not delayed long.” His eyes did not meet hers.

“Chloe arrived, and he sent me away,” she said with an ironic smile. “I wonder what she would say if she knew how welcome I found her interruption.”

“Be very careful what you say in this house, Xina,” Gaius warned quietly. “There are many who would happily tell the general your words.”

She shuddered, the response involuntary. Angered, Lucius would be a lethal force to face. She had no real desire to die at his hand.

“I promise to exercise more care in the future, dear Gaius,” she said and went to hug the old man.

Gaius held her tightly and led her to the servant’s chambers. He relinquished his hold with reluctance when they reached the crowded rooms, and she kissed his cheek before slipping away from him.

* * *

Xina tried to stay hidden within the general’s vast household during the days that followed his banquet. She saw the child, Chloe, watching her often. The girl’s mother was withdrawn, and Xina knew the other woman was seething much of the time. The son, Darius, who was spoken of in hushed tones, had yet to appear. Nydia gave all the outward appearances of a dutiful and faithful wife, but her eyes darkened with hatred more often than not when Lucius was near.

Lucius had not called Xina to his chambers since her first night in the house.

“Wake up, Xina!” Gaius hissed as he passed her in the kitchen. “If Tiberius catches you daydreaming, you’ll live to regret it.”

“He wouldn’t risk offending the great general by handling what does not belong to him,” she snapped, her voice low but dripping with derision and anger.

“You belong to the household, Xina,” Gaius warned. “If the general chooses you to warm his bed, you’ll be accorded your right to arrogance. Until then, Tiberius is one of many who may take from you.”

“The last man who made such a foolhardy mistake is probably still bleeding,” Xina said with a smile. “But, I will heed your warning, dear friend,” she added kindly. Gaius was the oldest of the general’s slaves, and he was a constant source of wisdom and gentle strength. Lucius had handed her over to the old man as soon as he’d brought her into the house.

“The general wants you, Xina,” a young voice informed her in a whisper.

Xina felt her heart begin to pound. She peered at Drusilla, another of the house slaves with whom she’d formed a casual friendship. The girl trembled with fright at being spoken to by Lucius. She was reduced to such fits of quivering each and every time he spoke directly to her, and Xina felt irritated beyond measure as she realized a small portion of the girl’s fright was indeed infectious.

With a heavy sigh, she left the kitchen.

* * *

Lucius was just stepping from the bath when Xina entered his chambers and stood with her back to the door. He cleared the room with a gesture, then beckoned her forward. Her look was focused on the floor. He touched her chin and forced her to meet his gaze.

“Your brother has returned in triumph. Pompeii’s champion remains undefeated,” he told her. “He will fight in the arena at today’s games.”

“And he will win, Master,” she replied.

Lucius handed her a large bath sheet and smiled as he waited for her to put the soft material to his wet skin.

Xina tried to still the shaking that assailed her, but knew she hadn’t been successful when his smile deepened to a grin. Determined, she began to wipe away the droplets of water that clung to the general’s fair skin. His nakedness had been no shock to her; she’d seen many men this way. But Lucius was different from most men she’d met, and his long limbs were well muscled and lean. His hips were narrow; his contoured chest dusted with light brown fur, and strength was obvious in the solidness of his shoulders and arms. She catalogued, unconsciously, every detail of his form as she worked in silence. When she walked behind him and touched the broad expanse of his back, she had to pull away from the almost overwhelming desire to caress, not merely rub, the supple curve of his muscles.

As if Lucius felt the shift of her mood and her unwanted discovery of pleasure, he took the sheet from her hands and tossed it aside.

“On your knees, girl,” he whispered. The order sounded more a persuasive request than a demand.

“Please” She knelt before him, her eyes never leaving his. “Do not

He ignored her protest, and strong hands touched each side of her face, then guided her mouth to the smooth, rigid length of his cock. When she resisted, the pressure of his fingers increased to create sharp pain. A gasp escaped her and she closed her eyes as she tried to obey his commands.

“Well, Father,” a new voice drawled. “I see you’re being entertained.”

Lucius laughed, but refused to allow Xina to pull away from her erotic task. It had been too long since he’d subjugated innocence, and her inexperience was as arousing as it was amusing.

“Darius.” The general gave him a cold smile.

He paused to really look at his son for the first time in months, and he marveled at the boy’s resemblance to him. His son was fair and patrician in appearance like he was, handsome, tall, and strong in a lean, lethal manner. Even the blue of his own eyes was repeated in his son’s brilliant sky-hued gaze. They also had the same sense of commanding presence and power, which was perhaps the most disconcerting revelation.

“Your mother’s been waiting for you.”

The young man shrugged. “When she’s not waiting for me, she’s waiting for you. It’s what she does.” His imperious gaze fell to the girl kneeling before his father, her mouth sucking while Lucius stroked her hair. “This one’s new, isn’t she?”

Lucius’ breath caught, and his head fell back as his body shuddered. When he looked at his son again, he still felt mildly dazed from his recent pleasure.

“This is Xina,” he informed Darius. “And she is not to be bothered by you, or your friends. Do you understand?”

Darius laughed at the command and dismissed the order with a wave of his hand. “Fuck her to your heart’s content, Father. I have a far more intriguing partner to amuse me.”

Lucius might have shared his son’s laughter, but for an instant he caught a light in the young man’s eyes that was almost terrifying. Just as the spark registered, it vanished, and he wondered, as he stared into the impassive face of his son, if it had been nothing more than a trick of light.

In the distance, Vesuvius grumbled and burped smoke into the air. Lucius stared at the puff of grayish cloud through the open window of his chambers, and ice kissed the back of his neck, then dissipated.

“I’ll tell Mother you’ll be ready in a moment,” Darius said with a disdainful glance at the slave girl who was still on her knees, crying softly.

* * *

Lucius accepted the rich, jewel-encrusted belt Xina held out for him, and, out of the corner of her eyes, she saw him smile when she refused to look at him. He fitted the belt to his waist, straightened his robes, then touched Xina’s cheek.

“We’ll continue this later. After the games.”

Xina nodded; she didn’t trust her voice to function.

He laughed as he strode from the room.

Within moments, Xina crumpled to the floor and retched.

Gaius found her after the general and his family had left for the arena. He helped her clean her mess and tried to offer what comfort he could.

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Sunday, March 23, 2014

Sensuous Promotions Presents - Book Tour for Give Me Shelter by Alexis D. Craig

Welcome to Sensuous Promo’s Give Me Shelter Book Tour.


Give Me Shelter By Alexis D. Craig

Inspector Eli Miller's unspoken feelings for his partner, Bex, color his whole life. When his past comes calling, will it be the push he needs to seek a future with her?

Inspector Rebecca 'Bex' Mulcahy has lived long enough to know that love is a street con at best, and a dangerous distraction at worst. Any feelings she has for her partner Eli definitely fall into the latter category. Will her dedication to her job keep her from finding a possible future with Eli?Their latest case is protecting Violet Burrell, a young woman with scars on her soul stretching back to birth, who inadvertently witnesses a shockingly brutal murder at the hands of a sadist. Violet is determined to testify in court. Her strength and courage impress Eli and Bex, who will protect her at all costs.

But it is Violet’s beauty and spirit that entrances Junior Inspector Atticus Randall. Atticus is also assigned to protect Violet, and while he knows he should ignore his growing feelings for her, he just can’t stop himself from falling for the brave beauty.

Life in the Las Vegas branch of Witness Protection has never been more tangled. When the emotional landmines start a chain reaction, everyone in the blast radius is going to need a little shelter.

She was close to the edge and he knew it, wanting to take his time before he brought her all theway off. Her taste was intoxicating and the way she moved, he was almost as close as she was. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she undulated beneath him. “Your tongue . . . God, Eli, don’t stop! Right there . . . I’m almost . . .”
He opened his eyes because he wanted to watch the release wash over her, and saw not Zoe, but red hair and bright green eyes full of fire. Bex’s mouth detailing how good it was, moaning and crying out his name. She reached for him, pulling him up to stretch out over her while she kissed him, tasting herself on his lips.
He pulled back to brush her bangs out of her face, with a gentle smile. “I’ve wanted this for so long . . .” He leaned in to kiss her again, only to hear a banging on the door.
Eli awoke to the sound of someone trying to beat his door down like he was a fugitive axe murderer.
At the moment, the axe-murder thing was an entirely plausible scenario, given his highly stimulated state. “Jesus, I’m coming.” He allowed himself a little chuckle at his own double entendre.
“Keep your pants on.”
He opened the door to Bex, looking wild-eyed and distinctly vexed, and suddenly wanted to amend his last statement. “Is the house on fire?”
She stormed past him into the house in a tight gray t-shirt and an ancient pair of jeans, smelling of oranges and something darker, something that made his already hyper libido perk up. “You didn’t tell me! You knew she was reading this,” she held the book aloft, “and you didn’t say anything!”
Eli closed the door, pausing to rest his head against the cool wood, trying to think of some way to distract her, so that she wouldn’t notice the tent in the front of his jeans. “I saw it the first day she came into the office.” He walked over to the fridge, wondering if it would be rude to dump a tray of ice cubes down his pants in front of a guest. “Can I get you a beer?”
Bex nodded as she paced from the living room to the couch and back again. “I mean, Jesus Christ on a cracker, Eli.” She took the beer he offered her and downed half of it, then tossed the book onto the sofa. “‘he broke the band of her underclothes”? Really?”
He froze at the words of his dream coming out of her mouth. Suddenly, a single ice cube tray seemed wholly insufficient. “Um, yes, there is that.” The lack of blood to his brain had rendered his more complicated conversational skills damn near impotent, a condition not suffered by the rest of him. “Did you read the rest of it?” He leaned back against the back of his couch, sipping his own beer and watching her sinewy movements. The jeans were an intense distraction, low on her hips and showing a tempting strip of belly when she walked.
“No! I got some take out on the way home from the range, opened a bottle of wine, kicked back on the couch. You’d have been proud of me. I was trying to relax until I opened up the book and read the porn you gave me masquerading as literature.”
“It’s not porn,” he responded automatically. Eli was paying less attention to her rant and more attention to her scent as she stalked past him on her pacing route. Oranges and sex filled his mind.
“It’s an amazing book full of gorgeous imagery, but the subject matter—”
She stopped in front of him, eyes glinting like emeralds. “The subject matter is sold on newsstands under brown paper wrappers.”
“Technically, the brown wrappers were used for the subscriptions through the mail in accordance with federal postal law. It’s done with opaque plastic now, and sold on the stands the same way. But this book,” Eli straightened slowly away from the couch, bringing him close enough that her scent made his nostrils flare as he mentally held himself in check. “This book is beautiful, one of the finest the language has to offer. I wouldn’t have thought you to be a prude.”
* * *
It was the voice of the phone call this afternoon, playful and sensual. Eli was close, damn close to her, looking down with eyes that were uncharacteristically dark. He looked . . . feral, on edge. His eyes dropped to her lips and she found herself holding her breath. “I’m not a prude,” she said finally, looking away and taking a step back to give herself some space to think, to breathe a scent that wasn’t him.
Surprisingly, he followed her movement, keeping close to her. “It’s a magnificent piece of literature, and yeah, it’s arousing . . .” his lips curled into a slow smile that made her stomach flip flop.
“It’s porn! I mean, you can dress it up with all the awards and pretty words, but it’s porn, and Violet gave it to AR to read.” She really wanted to stop having this argument, this conversation, because all she could think of was reenacting the scene she’d read with him instead of her imagination’s rendition of him.
He chuckled quietly, his eyes never leaving hers. “Vi’s seventeen, she’s pushing the envelope, experimenting. AR was, too. A little later than most, but still, he was definitely testing the limits.”
Eli’s eyes got a faraway look to them that she was coming to know very well. “Hell, by the time I was his age, I’d read it at least three times and owned my own copy.”
Bex crossed her arms over her chest, needing some distance between her and the crazy feelings roiling through her. “And when was the last time your arousal led you to fuck a schoolgirl?”
“When it was age appropriate,” he answered immediately. His gaze fell to her lips again, and she had the craziest urge to lick them, just to see what he’d do.
Everything about him tonight was intense, like he was charged with static electricity and looking for a place to go to ground. His flippant answer bugged her, because he was only flip when he was trying to deflect attention. Only one topic of late fit all those  criteria. “What was it like?”
“What?” His eyes traveled down her frame and back up, stopping at her lips again.
This time she did lick them, enjoying the way his eyes widened and he responded in kind. “What was it like? To just get lost in the moment like that?” The idea of first love was actually pretty foreign to her. A pretty fiction of storybooks and her mother’s romance novels, not something that happened to real people.
Her partner, she was noticing with increasing frequency, was as real as they came. From his vintage Animal t-shirt, to his well-worn jeans, and down to his surprisingly endearing bare feet. He had nice feet. She’d never seen them before. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed, seemingly having a staring contest with the floor just in front of his toes. Finally, he looked back at her and she could see something was different. “You really wanna know?” His voice had dropped to barely above a whisper.
She nodded, knowing her own voice would betray her immediately.
The corner of his mouth curled up into a half smile all the way to the dimple in his cheek. “It was amazing. Here was this girl who I had no business looking at, much less wanting, and yet, there we were.” He began to pace, the fitful energy radiating off him again. “She was gorgeous, different than anything I’d ever known, ever thought of . . . and she was mine. The taste of her lips kept me up at night after the first kiss. Wondering if she meant to do that, if she’d let me do it again. Was it as world altering for her?”
He was close enough to touch now, and she found herself fighting the urge to do so. Run her hand down his arm, touch his shoulder, something, she just craved the tactile contact. “Obviously it was. I mean, she let you do it again . . .” She licked her lips again, suddenly pissed that they were talking about another woman again. Kissing him, touching him, it pushed a whole panel of buttons in her, the ones she kept behind the bulletproof glass.
Eli reached out and swept her bangs behind her ear, his long fingers stealing a sigh from her as they traced a lingering path down her neck. “Maybe,” he whispered, stepping close enough for her to see that his eyes were almost black and full of intent.
He was going to kiss her and she was going to let him. She tilted her chin up, bringing her lips close to his, thinking that just maybe there might be some truth in that whole ‘living forward’ thing Vi spoke of. He, in turn, wound his fingers in her hair and settled his mouth over hers. 

Bex couldn’t tell who moaned first, but it was immaterial, since they both jumped apart at the police siren that kicked up outside. She was unnerved by what they had done, were about to do, would have gotten to sooner rather than later, and wow, he was a good kisser, for as brief as she’d had it. It’d been long enough that her mind had apparently misplaced that important tidbit of info. “I . . . I gotta go.”

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Thursday, March 20, 2014

Springtime in the Country Blog Hop $100 GC to be won! #RomFantasy

For a lot of people, Spring is their favourite time of year. My mom was always a lover of Spring, and my sister, too. Apart from the warmer temps here in Eastern Canada, there is the sense of the world waking up and coming to life again after a winter sleep. I like the longer days, a lot.

For me, the beauty of Spring is equalled only by the splendour of Autumn in this area, but Spring is when I am once again able to get out to the local walking park I love so much, and just breathe in the amazing scent of the air, and the awakening foliage. The squirrels and other wildlife in this park are busy running around and there is a sense of freshness that permeates everything.

Where I come from, we are known for growing the best strawberries in the world, so I thought I’d share a simple recipe for Strawberry Shortcake:

"An old-fashioned, tender shortcake with two layers of strawberries topped with whipped cream."

This recipe is designed to serve four people.


 3 cups fresh strawberries
 1/4 cup white sugar
 1 cup and 2 tablespoons all-purpose flour
 2 teaspoons baking powder
 1 tablespoon white sugar
 1/8 teaspoon salt
 2 tablespoons and 2 teaspoons shortening
 1/2 egg
 1/3 cup milk
 1 cup whipped heavy cream

Slice the strawberries and toss them with 1/4 cup of white sugar. Set aside.

Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Grease and flour one 8 inch round cake pan.

In a medium bowl combine the flour, baking powder, 1 tablespoon white sugar and the salt. With a pastry blender cut in the shortening until the mixture resembles coarse crumbs. Make a well in the center and add the beaten egg and milk. Stir until just combined.

Spread the batter into the prepared pan. Bake at 425 degrees F (220 degrees C) for 15 to 20 minutes or until golden brown. Let cool partially in pan on wire rack.

Slice partially cooled cake in half, making two layers. Place half of the strawberries on one layer and top with the other layer. Top with remaining strawberries and cover with the whipped cream.

This is lovely, and refreshing!

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I’ve never been “out west” really, but for as long as I can remember, I’ve always enjoyed stories and shows about cowboys, I’ve been known to say on more than one occasion that I was born in love with Richard Boone’s Paladin from Have Gun, Will Travel–a show that was on the air before I was born. However, the urbane and deadly Paladin is in many ways the template for every western hero I write.

As you no doubt have guessed, I write historical heroes of the American West, though I did try my hand at a contemporary hero recently. Here’s a quick look at both my current releases, with very sexy but different cowboy heroes.

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Chase Jordan is a man with half his life missing since his return from the war in Iraq. He arrives back in Texas, a drifter looking for home. When he arrives at the Double D ranch, the owners know him, even if he can’t remember them. Cheyenne’s been infatuated with Chase since her high school days, but Deke MacKenzie’s already made it clear to Chase that his kid sister is off limits.

A loner by nature, and even more so now as PTSD plagues him, Chase rejects Cheyenne’s efforts to seduce him. He senses complications he wants no part of if he gets too close to her, and part of his soul is very much at home on the Double D. When an old boyfriend of Cheyenne’s goads him into a fight, his anger put him on all kinds of edge–and Cheyenne’s determination to turn up the Texas Heat get her in over her head...

Chase has warned her, he doesn’t play nice. When she ignores his invitation to leave, she puts herself at the mercy of his anger, his lust, and the most explosive passion she’s ever experienced... But what happens when the “job” is over, and Chase turns his back on her again? Memories are waking, the kind that will change both their lives in dramatic ways.

CHAMPAGNE AND CHOCOLATE: Historical Western romance
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Austin Standish is a man of refined tastes. Intelligent and educated, Austin enjoys all of the best life has to offer. A gambler, a gunslinger, and a man who has plans to taste the sweetest prize at The Palace Casino and Saloon - the lovely owner, Chantille L'Amour, the most sought after jewel on the Barbary Coast.

Running a high-class brothel and casino isn't exactly the life she was born to but Chantille is determined to overcome the ruin her family was left in once the Civil War ended. But, she has chosen a difficult path... one that demands much and leaves her lonely. She's noticed the handsome man who comes into her world from time to time, and when she chooses to give in to desire, the passion evoked by Austin's touch may change her life forever....

Thanks for stopping by, and don’t forget to keep hopping, there are a lot of wonderful authors with goodies to share. If you leave a comment, I’ll choose a random winner for a special surprise, so don’t forget to leave your email address, as well! And fill out the Rafflecopter for your chance to win a $100 Gift Card from Amazon or Barnes & Noble - Winner's choice!!

Tuesday, March 11, 2014

Surrender with @shandramillerwr #RomFantasy

Detective Angela Martin returns to action in SURRENDER, Book 3 of the Lethal Obsession Trilogy.

Having lost the man she was falling for in the original Lethal Obsession, and having her new love snatched from her arms by human traffickers who wouldn't think twice about killing to keep their national ring in operation, Detective Martin is determined to do anything necessary to save him.

That leads to her doing the unthinkable, making a deal with the kidnappers to save her Anthony, that eventually leads to being on the run from the very law enforcement officers she's worked with her entire career.
Her only refuge is to go deep into the world of BDSM, turning herself over to a submissive training academy and risking being sold into slavery. Ultimately, she finds her own life may be on the line, but not before she learns firsthand what true sexual servitude and bondage is.

SURRENDER, like LETHAL OBSESSION and HELPLESS, is an erotic suspense tale that will keep you riveted to your e-reader until the last word.

You can purchase SURRENDER for your Kindle here. If you haven't started the series, pick up LETHAL OBSESSION – it's on sale until March 18 for just 99 cents.

Now, let's chat with the lovely author:

1. Has writing been something you always did, or was it a discovered talent that came to you at a later point?
It's always been part of me, I think. I didn't come from the best childhood – long story I won't tell now, but I had a grandmother that watched out for me as much as she could when I was very little, and she used to read to me every night. I loved those stories, and when she wasn't around and life was difficult, I'd go to my room, crawl under the covers and recall those stories, changing them in my head to go whatever direction I wanted. I guess by the time I was 12 I was writing my own stories.

2. Do you remember how it felt when you were offered that first contract? What emotions stand out in your memory?
Well, as a novelist I'm an indie writer, doing my own thing, but I've had a few short stories published in magazines and anthologies. The first time I received one – that was a thrill. I felt I was a real writer, a profession (even though I was only paid $15 for that first story). It was a turning point of sorts for me, when I realized people will pay to read what I write.

3. Is this a first book, part of a series, or the latest in a long line of many? 
SURRENDER is the final part of the Lethal Obsession Trilogy, following Detective Angela Martin as she delves into the world of BDSM while tracking a killer who is also part of that world.

4. Do you have your next book underway, or other titles in the planning stages?
Yes, I'm starting a new series that's best described as suspense-romance, with a healthy dose of the paranormal and a little smidgen of erotica. That novel, with a working title of The Return, will be out at the end of May. I have another novel that picks up with a few select characters from The Lethal Obsession Trilogy called Taken, which will be out in late summer, probably August.

5. Do you have a favourite genre and why? Is it one you write in, read in, or both?
As a genre, I tend to gravitate toward horror, though I've written little in that field. I've written more in a hybrid field, combing mystery, suspense and erotica. As for reading, I have fallen in love with the late Robert B. Parker. While I'm not fan of the hard-boiled mystery genre, I absolutely adore his work.

6. What, to you, is the most exciting part of the writing process? Does it change from book to book or remain the same?
Sitting down at the computer and writing, working through plot lines and figuring out what to do next with a story, or more accurately seeing where the characters are going to take me on the story. The act of creation.

7. If you could co-author a book with anyone, who would you choose and why? What kind of book do you think would come from the collaboration?
Oh my gosh, that's a tough one. I already mentioned my affection for the work of Robert B. Parker, but even if he were still alive, I don't think it would be him. I get the idea he was a no-nonsense guy. Just sit down, write the story, then move on. I tend to jump back and forth on things to much to work with someone like that.  Hmmm...still thinking. Gosh, honestly, I think it would be with one of my writer friends, Molly Synthia (if you haven't heard of her work, check out her blog at http://www.mollysynthia.com/ ) She's an incredible writer, and I think it would be fun as heck to co-author a book with her. What sort of book? I don't know. I think it would be insanely hot, from an erotic point of view. I also think it would be written far better than anything I've done on my own – she's a great writer.

8. Where can readers find you on the web?
A few places. First is my Blog, and then Facebook, and on Twitter. I'm also on Goodreads some, but I don't spend a lot of time there.

About the author:

Shandra Miller is Midwest-born gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. She spent three years traveling the South as a carnie, another three with a circus -- yes, an honest-to-god circus with elephants (well, an elephant), other wild animals, high-wire walkers, clowns and big top tents.

She's never owned a cell phone, only recently got cable television, and hasn't fully figured out Blogger, Facebook, and other social media. She says she still hasn't found her real-life bearings either, but for now she works as a waitress at two restaurants in Southwest Virginia working as hard as she can to become a full time writer.

At night she watches the stars, takes walks and she's always looking for time to write  stories of mystery, desire, suspense and eroticism.

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Saturday, March 8, 2014

New releases - my first Self-Pub titles! #RomFantasy

Well, today I made a leap I swore I’d never make, I decided to step into the pool of self-publication. It’s been a rough week, books on three pirates sites, royalty cheques so laughable I cried. I’ve done this a long time, and I’ve been generous to everyone along the way, readers and my fellow authors alike. I haven’t gone to war with any publisher, ever. This is not patting myself on the back, just simple statement of fact. At this point, one of two things has to happen, I have to start earning some kind of financial return on the endless hours of work–or I have to quit altogether.

This morning, I decided to experiment and see what it was all about. SO, I pulled out a novella that I recently had the rights back from, and gave it a read through, tweaked it here and there, and used it as the learning guide. Twelve hours later, I have managed to successfully publish the book at Amazon, and Smashwords. I was lucky, Kayden McLeod had designed an amazing cover, and given her permission for me to use it again.

With that in mind, if you’re interested–these are my first two titles, published under my own name, sans publishing house:

This is an EROTIC/VAMPIRE historical..... it's set in Ancient Pompeii, mostly, and moves into modern time..... it contains a great deal of sexual content, and historical accuracy about the decadence of the Romans of that era. It was fascinating to write, and as you can see, the cover is a stunner..... I hope your curiosity will be piqued, and you'll consider adding this one to your collection - the reviews are amazing... and I think you'll find it a satisfying read!!!

Available now at:

Limited time offer: Use the promo code PK54K during checkout at Smashwords and save 40% until March 15th!


Pompeii lies complacent and decadent in the shadow of Mount Vesuvius, the populace thriving on their depravity and their hunger for blood and Games. Within the elite aristocracy, games of another type are being played, deadly secrets are a threat to more than status, and conspiracy is a way of life for those who are unhappy.

Lucius has long been exalted as a warrior without peer. Adored and covetted by men and women alike, he is blind to the plots that are thickening around him. While total control is his on the bloody fields of war, on the battlefield of the heart, as he is about to discover, even the strongest man can be deceived by his ignorance.

Watching over it all is the majesty of Vesuvius, sputtering smoke, promising retribution. In the midst of the looming destruction, an ancient evil emerges, and will claim not only a celebrated general of Rome, but the slave girl he has slowly grown to love and cherish. A girl who will follow him into hell itself?


Pompeii—Under the rule of the Emperor Vespasian

“The Emperor is most pleased with your progress, General,” Proconsul Flavius noted as he strolled the market streets with Pompeii’s illustrious hero. They proceeded without impediment as the people of the busy city cleared a path for them.

The general, Lucius, smiled, pleased by the undercurrent of fear that marked his passage. He enjoyed the power his position gave him, and the recognition of it came in various forms. Even the proconsul wasn’t entirely at ease with him.

“And well he should be, Proconsul. Resistance is crumbling. Another victory and Gaul will truly be defeated.”

They had reached the slave market, and Lucius stopped as a scream rose above the usual noises of the area. He felt an unwelcome empathy for the terror he heard in the voice, and was annoyed by the surprising emotion.

The slave-dealer’s bellow rang out and drowned the girl’s frightened shrieks. Unconsciously, Lucius turned to look at the raised platform that displayed the slaves being auctioned off to the highest bidders. The dealer slapped the girl across the face and silenced her before he turned his attention to the gathered buyers.

“…I’m told her name is Xina,” the dealer called out. “Not part of my shipment, good gentlemen, but a last minute addition. Seems she knifed a soldier last night when he refused to pay a fair price for her.” He laughed lewdly and hauled the girl forward so the crowd could look more closely at her.

Despite her obvious desire to remain immune to what was happening to her, her cheeks flamed scarlet when the slaver tore open her gown and left her nakedness displayed for the eager bidders. Almost immediately voices rose and purses were offered. Lucius watched as she closed her eyes and tears spilled from the corners.

“She is a beauty,” the proconsul observed with a laugh. “And a dangerous one, at that.”

Lucius laughed with the shorter man, but his gaze was drawn back to the girl. She couldn’t have been more than sixteen or seventeen, if she was that old. The trader knotted his fingers in long waves of light brown hair and pulled the concealing mass away from her body so the view was unobstructed. Her eyes stayed closed, but her chin lifted and she stood with proud defiance as the raucous bids and laughs continued.

A slow, indolent sweep of her body stirred more than curiosity within the general. His gaze caressed golden flesh, noted the smooth swell of full, brown tipped breasts, the small waist that flared into sensuously rounded hips. Firm, curved thighs were topped by an enticing triangle of sand-colored curls, and the ties of the sandals she wore twined around well-shaped calves like serpents lazing in the sun. Slender arms were tensed, muscles quivering with the effort to mask her fury, and her small hands tangled in the folds of her shredded gown where it hung limply from her shoulders.

“Who is she?” Lucius asked, surprised by his own interest when the proconsul stared up at him, clearly startled by the query.

“You don’t want that one, Lucius,” he advised. “Nydia would destroy her overnight.”

The general smiled again, but let his expression grow icy. The glitter of carefully controlled, lethal rage created a distinct shudder of terror within the Proconsul of Pompeii.

“You haven’t answered my question, Proconsul,” he whispered, his tone cool.

“Xina is the daughter of one of Boudica’s whores,” the other man supplied after a moment’s thought. “She’s been in the brothel since the day of her birth.”

Lucius raised an eyebrow and waited for the official to finish his narrative.

“Her brother, Plautus, is the current champion of Pompeii. Her mother died recently, while Plautus was away from the city, and Boudica decided it was time for the girl to earn her keep until her brother’s return.”

“That woman should be fed to the crowd during games,” Lucius muttered grimly. It was quite clear that Xina was not a common whore, despite her background. Not that it mattered, he mused. Before he was through with her she’d be well versed in a great number of arts necessary to a whore’s survival.
Without warning, Lucius strode into the crowd and headed toward the auction block. He yanked a purse from his belt, threw it toward the dealer, and continued onto the platform. The crowd rumbled with subdued irritation, but none dared defy Pompeii’s most renowned general as he took the girl by the arm and led her from the marketplace.

A sexy short story available from:

Deanna Carlisle and Vittorio D’Angelo are from different worlds, but they share a lusting passion for life, and each other, that makes them the envy of many. Often away from their island idyll, Vittorio is well aware of the temperamental moods of his lover, and she is equally aware of the number of women who covet her place at his side.

Their relationship is not always peaceful, but they’ve made shocking their contemporaries into a game, and battling each other into a tantalizing foreplay to their passion….