Friday, September 23, 2016

New Release: SINDRIEL [Siren Allure: Erotic Fantasy Romance, demons, M/F, HEA]

Miranda Contreras never thought a bad choice in men could cause her to lose her soul. She must now call upon on a demon bargainer for help.

Demon bargainer and Lord of the Crimson Shroud, Sindriel, always bargains to his own benefit. What will he take from Miranda as payment for his assistance?

Miranda's life soon becomes one of hell realms and dangerous pleasures. Will she regain her soul but lose her chance at true love?

Sindriel has wanted Miranda from the moment he saw her at the wedding. He reveals his true nature to her to insure her safety in his realm while he retrieves her soul, which seems the perfect opportunity to indulge in her charms. He'll face off against demons to retrieve her soul, but will he choose to discard her rather than face the truth of his own heart?

A Siren Erotic Romance

(Adult) Story Excerpt:

Sindriel watched the woman rise out of the swimming pool, naked as a goddess in heat, and feared he’d signed his own demise.

He stared, unable to think. Had he conjured her? For a moment, the stupidity of hope held him immobile.

Her lush curves and pale, caramel-cream skin shimmered in the moonlight. Her long, dark hair curled over wet, peaked nipples and trailed down to her waist. She looked ripe for a night of pleasure with a demon like him. It was not, however, her body, but her identity, that shook him.

Miranda was the supplicant.

Oh, the nights he’d dreamed of seeing this woman naked and desirous for him. Too bad these circumstances were not to his liking. What fresh hell brought her to him in this manner?

He left the deeper shadows of the backyard trees and stepped into the moonlight.

Miranda stared at him with wide, surprised eyes but then gave a loud cough that might have destroyed his goddess fantasy, as if her identity hadn’t done that already. That was the trouble with the summoning ritual. One never saw the face of the supplicant.

Her mouth hung open in amazement even as she tried to cover herself with her hands. “Sindriel,” she squeaked.

“Miranda,” he murmured.

His bit the inside of his lip to keep from smirking as she rushed to cover her nakedness and dove for a towel sitting on a nearby chair. He possessed excellent vision at night, but he wouldn’t share that with her. He never would have guessed she’d ever perform a summoning ritual for a demon.

“It worked,” she exclaimed, wrapping the towel tight around her. The material did nothing to disguise the plumpness of her breasts.

His dreams hadn’t done her justice, come to think of it now.

What was she doing summoning a demon—summoning him? Suddenly it irritated him to know that she’d discovered his secret. Last he’d seen of her, she’d been dabbling in demon hunting or some such thing if the scent in her house were any indication. Why would she take such a risk as to call on him?

He’d find out soon enough. “What is it that a mysterious wet goddess might want from a humble, demon bargainer as me?”

SINDRIEL (Sequel to Love's Demon Ways)

Heat Rating: SCORCHING

Word Count: 68,370

Sexify your Life, 
Mary Corrales

Friday, September 2, 2016

Naughty Haunts: Eleven Spooky Love Stories. Available Now

NAUGHTY HAUNTS - Available Now

Naughty Haunts: Eleven Spooky Love Stories. Available Now

Including BBW, BDSM, Contemporary, MM, Menage, New Adult, Paranormal, Shapeshifter, Speculative Fiction, Stepbrother Romance & Witch from bestselling authors 

Featuring: Strange Magic ~ Lynn LaFleur 
Savannah has thirteen days to perfect her changing spell with help from Dominic, her Coven Master and the warlock she loves, or suffer dire consequences. 

Gypsy Witch ~ Suz deMello 
Ben’s a tough, down-to-earth cop who doesn’t believe in magic, yet he falls for a modern-day witch. Will Ben and Elena’s fragile love be lost when she reveals what she truly is? 

The Magic That You Do ~ Tina Donahue 
Passion. Friendship. Love. Some things a man simply can’t forget… Finn has no idea what he’s doing at a haunted house on Halloween, but his tour guide Caty certainly rocks his world. Irresistibly drawn to her, he indulges in wicked delight and a return to their shared destiny. 

Step Benefits 2: Dirty Princess ~ Nicole Austin 
I’m sure there’s a rule in the friend code that makes lusting after your bestie forbidden. But if giving in to this off-the-charts chemistry is wrong, I don’t want to be right. 

Where or When ~ Francesca Hawley 
Bardic witch and famous singer Frank Jasper has been Sharon Beryl’s dream lover for years. When she wins a date with him, she is thrilled. Can their mutual desire become reality, or will it remain forever a dream? 

The Ghosts at Substation #69 ~ Berengaria Brown 
A woman fleeing her abusive partner. Her high school sweetheart who wants to rescue her. And two ghosts. 

Coastal Ghost ~ Katherine Kingston 
A sunny beach house isn’t the usual place to find a ghost, but the one that haunts Mary’s rental house has a mission and a plan. 

The Revenant’s Desire ~ Charlotte Boyett-Compo 
A once-a-year visit to her lover may be enough to hold his demons at bay, but it can’t cure Alana’s loneliness on the other 364 days of the year. 

Immortal Hunters ~ Suz deMello
Vampire Rama avoids attention by working nights as a private investigator. No one cares if some bad guys disappear on her shift. Then Detective John van Helsing shows up. Bearing the name of the vamps’ greatest foe, he interferes in her case and in her life. Friend, lover or enemy?

Spontaneous Combustion ~ Nicole Austin 
Maddy’s secret fantasies about Jake burn hotter than a wildfire but she’s not his type. With the help of his fellow firefighters, Jake intends to stoke the flames and prove to Maddy she’s the only one for him. 

Were The Hell? ~ Berengaria Brown 
Septimus has to learn why no female weres have been born into his pack. When he walks into the meeting room he smells his mate. A male.

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Berengaria Brown

Wednesday, August 31, 2016

Why I write in the historical romance genre by Kaye Spencer

Readers, have you ever wondered why you ‘read what you read’?

Authors, what is your response in interviews about why you 'write what you write'?

For both readers and writers: If you're drawn to a particular genre over all others, have you ever considered why?

Over the years of my publishing career, I've encountered variations of these questions in author interviews. I have three general points—with examples—for why I tend to write historicals and particularly stories set in the American Old West.

Reason 1—Research

Every historical I write allows me to follow rabbits down research rabbit holes. I've discovered the most intriguing and amazing tidbits of history in my historical research Wonderland. Researching is my ‘happy place’. It’s important to me to have the details in my stories as historically accurate as possible.

Reason 2—Living vicariously in the past

While I’m writing a story set in the past, I get to travel to a different place and time and live in someone else's shoes, so-to-speak. I’m like Anthony Marston in Quigley Down Under: “…Some men [women] are born in the wrong century.” All my life I’ve felt out-of-place living in our ‘modern’ world. So when I transport myself to the time in which my characters are living, I’m in another one of my ‘happy places’.

Reason 3—Challenge of overcoming inconveniences

I like writing stories that lack modern day conveniences. Without the amenities we’re accustomed to nowadays, there are so many juicy complications for the characters to face, deal with, and overcome that otherwise could be written away with a call on the cell phone or by hopping an airplane. The possibilities for plot complications in the areas of communication, transportation, physical relationships (particularly in the area of limited contraceptive options), and medicine—to name but a few—are endless.


 Until next time,


Writing the West one romance upon a time
Twitter - @kayespencer

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Cover Reveal and Introduction: SINDRIEL

Meet Sindriel: Demon bargainer and Lord of the Crimson Shroud. He's a badass in the demon realm
and is as sexy as he is dangerous. Of course, if you're the woman he's set his sights on, you might not mind the attention.

His kiss is more addictive than your favorite dessert. One taste and you'll crave more. For me, it's cheesecake that holds such power over me, but I know a lot of chocolate lovers out there who know what I'm talking about.
Sindriel is a stand-alone novel, but is also the long awaited sequel to Love's Demon Ways. These demons just have a ways of getting under your skin until you beg for more. *wink*
The book will be published through Siren Publishing in Late September/October depending on edits, but I'll keep everyone updated as to the progress, and you can always find the latest info on my Twitter feed. After i sell 500 copies, the book will go to print. I hope all my readers can help me make that dream happen.

While Sindriel isn't a 1st person POV story, he's been kind enough to grace my blog with his presence and wit and introduce himself. Here's the link if you'd like to see how he says hello: Romance Author Lifestyle.  

Sexify your life,
Mary Corrales

Mary Corrales is a multi-published erotica/erotic romance author who loves to write is several genres including fantasy, paranormal, contemporary suspense, and dystopian. She's an avid reader of fiction and nonfiction alike and is always happy to chat with readers and authors on Twitter.

Sunday, July 31, 2016

Christmas in July season comes to an end - one more story for your #westernromance reading entertainment

The Christmas in July season is wrapping up, but if you're still in the mood for a wintry romance, then my short story, A Gift of Christmas Hope, might just fit the bill. This story is a *spicy* western romance set in the Texas panhandle of 1886.

The gist of the story is a well-to-do lady gambler--Lady Sapphire as she's known in the European gambling circuits--is traveling back home to Texas with a stagecoach full of 'treasure' when she encounters a con man on the look-out for another wealthy woman he can charm out of some money. The story unfolds with hints about the woman's mysterious true identity, what her 'treasure' really is, and how the con man, Neal, is a link in her life's chain of events.

That's the story line, now here's the rest of the story...

Located in the Texas Panhandle, and just outside of Amarillo, is a facility with a history dating back to 1938. This facility is still in existence today. The facility, and what it came to stand for, was the life's work of a man with a vision who created a 'place' for homeless, wayward, and abandoned children--boys to begin with and later girls--to live and have the opportunity to turn their lives around. It was a place where children could get a decent education, have enough food to eat, sleep with a roof over their heads, learn a trade or skill, be involved in athletics, receive medical attention, and have their spiritual needs met. It was a home where there was no home for these children.

This man with a vision was Cal Farley, and and the place he built for needy children is now called the Cal Farley Boys and Girls Ranch.

This is the website's url to the history of the ranch:

It is a heartwarming, makes-you-feel-good-about-your-fellow-man true story of generosity, kindness, and hope.I incorporated the essence of the Cal Farley ranch as the driving force behind the heroine's determination to make it home for Christmas despite the blizzard that has upset her travel plans.

Here's an excerpt from A Gift of Christmas Hope.

“Hope! It’s always hope with you.” Neal threw up his arms and left the bed in a bound. He crossed the small room in quick strides to stand at the fireplace, one arm resting on the mantle as he gazed into the flames.

She sat motionless, frowning at his outburst. “Yes. Hope is all we have.”

“My parents had hope, too, and look where it got them.” His voice was hard and cold. When he turned, a dark shadow of regret and anger clouded the usual sparkle in his eyes. “They put every penny they had into the hope of a better life, and it was stolen from them. In the end, they didn’t even get to say goodbye to each other. They each died alone and hopeless eighteen hundred miles apart. I’ve carried that with me all
these years. Here and here.” He touched his head then his heart. “We’re born, we endure—and then we die.”

Lady Sapphire left the bed in a whirling swirl of skirts, clutching both hands to her breast, her heart pounding, stomach churning. His cavalier sarcasm cut her to the bone. “You are not the only one who carries memories so painful that remembering them physically hurts.” Tears she’d kept bottled up for years came unbidden, streaming down her cheeks, fueled by the anguish she’d buried in the deepest part of her heart. “I was orphaned before I was two years old. My mother was a young Mexican girl who died at the hands of a vicious patron.” She saw the recognition in his eyes. “Yes, she was a prostitute. I was too young to remember, but I’m told after she died, I was passed from one person to another because no one wanted me.” Her face contorted with the effort to stem the flow of tears.

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Until next time,


Writing the West one romance upon a time

Sunday, July 3, 2016

Manlove Fantasies Contest is back

MANLOVE FANTASIES: Summer Edition 2016
The summer is here and it’s sizzling hot and we’re just burning up with ideas. I've given our authors four things they must use in a story...fireworks, hot dogs, apple pie, and sunshine/hot day. Let’s see how creative our ManLove authors can be…

Our contest will run from July 1st to July 31st. Enter to win our grand prize, a Kindle Fire HD loaded with MM stories. So, come back every day and leave a comment along with your email addy (failure to leave an email disqualifies you). Each day a new winner will be chosen. At the end of the month, ALL comments (with emails) will be entered to win our grand prize (even if you already won one of our gift certificates, you will still be entered).
All comments MUST be posted on

Rules of the Contest:
You may enter once per day, but only once per day. Each day the contest runs from 12:01am (PST) to 11:59pm (PST). Once that day has ended, no further entries may be added for that day. You must wait for the next day to enter again.
To enter every day, you MUST comment every day, on that given day. Any entries added after the 11:59pm (PST) cutoff time will not be entered.
You MUST leave your email address in your comment or we will have no way to contact you if you win. Any comments left without an email will not be considered.
Once the contest has started, leave your comment on that author's page to be counted each day.

So visit every day, read the new story and leave a comment.

Berengaria Brown:

Friday, June 3, 2016

One Kinky Weekend

So often the hero and heroine of a story are young people free to indulge their passions and desires. But what happens after the wedding? Life moves on and perhaps a couple starts to want a little more excitement in their lives even though their love for their partner is undimmed.
“One Kinky Weekend” is a story I wrote about one such couple. A couple a lot of readers in their thirties or forties might relate to.
Logan and Zara have been married twenty years. They still love each other very much but their sex life is boring. Dead boring. They want more excitement in bed. Now their twins have left for college every room in the house is their playground. The answer to their problem? Ask another couple to join them for a very hot weekend of naughty sex.
Wicked fantasies and forbidden desires are shared. Girl on girl action? Double penetration? Every dark craving comes vividly to life for an orgasmic weekend for these four people.

“One Kinky Weekend” is part of the “Naughty Heatwave: Turn up the Heat!” boxed set of ten stories, including BBW, Contemporary, F/F, M/M, New Adult, Paranormal, Regency, Shape-shifter, Speculative Fiction & Stepbrother Romance from bestselling authors! With featured guest authors, Frances Stockton and Tamara McHatton!
Only 99¢ for the entire boxed set.

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An ADULT Excerpt from “One Kinky Weekend”
“I was thinking about brightening up our sex life.”
His big body went still against hers and she could feel his muscles tensing up.
“You meant it when you said we could try out some new things, didn’t you?”
His voice was firm but his body was still tense. She wrapped a leg around his hips, wiping her damp cunt along his upper thigh.
His big hands grabbed her ass and ground her pussy hard against him.
“What about a foursome? The two of us and another married couple. All four of us in bed together, everyone doing everyone, two men, two women, the four of us in a daisy chain, whatever we all want to try.”
He lifted her up slightly and slid her down on his cock. It filled her completely, stretching her tissues. “Hmm, someone likes that plan.”
She sat up a little, flicking her blonde hair off her face, pushing the bedding off her back, and braced her hands on his chest. Although his sandy-brown hair had a few gray threads in it these days, he was still a solid wall of muscles, as his daily gym routine had kept his body toned and fit. His nipples stood up under the tweaking of her fingers and his cock thrust up inside her, high, hard and longer than it had been a few moments ago.
She swiveled her hips so his cock scraped over her G-spot, then leaned forward to press her clit into Logan’s pelvis. His hips rose up under her, his thighs raising and lowering her, faster and faster, his hands tight on her hips.
“I do like that idea. We’ll have to choose the couple wisely though. It has to be people we’re compatible with and trust.”
“Condoms,” she gasped, her orgasm rising inside her as she wiggled her hips again. “Don’t want any worry about health risks.”
“Agreed.” He pinched her clit and rammed deep inside her. With a small scream, Zara shattered and came, her juices flooding Logan’s cock. He groaned and rammed into her again and again. Then a burst of hot cum blasted into her cunt as he stroked raggedly a couple more times before pulling her down on top of him.
“Excellent idea. You deserve a reward for thinking of it,” he whispered, thrusting a finger deep into her ass, and sucking her nipple and the entire areola into his mouth. His cock was still half hard inside her and he moved his hips enough to stimulate her pussy too as his finger pressed wickedly deep into her dark channel, the nail teasing every nerve ending there. His mouth was busy licking, sucking, nibbling her breasts, switching from side to side, adding a tiny bite here and there to tease her sensitive skin.
Zara felt another orgasm blooming in her core, hotter and harder than the previous one.
Logan redoubled his efforts, his hips pumping, his cock growing inside her, and three fingers now thrusting inside her ass.
“Yesssssss,” she sighed.
He bit down on a nipple as a fingernail dug into her clit.
She burst apart, her toes curling in the most delicious way as her body thrashed in spasms of delight.
“God, you’re good at that,” she murmured.
“Yup, well, I love you, honey.”

Berengaria Brown

Tuesday, May 31, 2016

Mail-Order Brides for your summer reading pleasure #westernromance #mailorderbride

Published two summers ago, this collection has four wonderful novellas from Prairie Rose Publications. In each story, women find themselves in the odd circumstance of needing themselves a husband, and grooms who must have a bride—or else! A woman would have to be loco to become a mail-order bride…wouldn’t she? Leaving everything behind and starting fresh in the untamed west is the answer to a prayer for these ladies!

The four stories are:
A pregnant mail order bride. A groom with three orphaned children. Some dreams get a rough start
A beautiful socialite needs a husband fast—for just one month—but the rancher wants a wife for life!
THE BIG UNEASY—Kathleen Rice Adams
A man in love with a woman he can’t have. A woman engaged to a man she doesn’t love. A secret in common could destroy them all.
He needs a wife to get custody of his grandchildren. She needs a fresh start and a new reputation. Desperate men—and women— sometimes take desperate measures…but can she be A PERMANENT WOMAN?

Lassoing a Mail-Order Bride anthology is available in print and digital format, and the individual stories are also offered as single-sell downloads

Until next month,

Kaye Spencer
Writing the West one romance upon a time

Saturday, May 28, 2016

Setting the scene for readers

There are many techniques that are essential for writing a good novel. One of them is setting the scene at each new chapter and scene break. It’s easy to forget this when a writer is caught up in his or her story. As writers, we know our characters, where they are, and what they are doing in the story, but it’s our job to convey that to readers. Otherwise, they will be forced to figure out what’s going on. This will draw them out of the story.

In some of the books I have edited, a character will pop up out of nowhere in a scene and suddenly speak. This character’s presence needs to be established early on. Another common issue is dialogue without any tags to show what the character is doing or where he or she is.

The best way to prevent this is to start with the point-of-view character for that section if the story has more than one. If the section starts with a different character, it can be misleading to readers. Next it helps to add a description or a dialogue tag with a detail or two to let readers know where the characters are and what they are doing. This should be done in the first paragraph. Setting the scene for smoother transitions can be easy to forget because we are thinking of so many other aspects of the story, but it’s important not to confuse readers. Below is an example of a new chapter beginning from one of my books.

It was much too quiet even for the night. The trees stood silent in the forest, their leaves motionless. Lycaon lifted his face to the sky, listening for the familiar rustling of nocturnal creatures, the occasional sound of an owl. Nothing.
Anexus made eye contact with one of his warriors, his expression wary. He had sensed the strange quiet too.
“We are being hunted.” Lycaon moved his bound hands to his side. “Untie me.”
The king of Orchomenus cast him a doubtful frown.
Lycaon shrugged. “Then leave me bound. I will not be the one killed by whatever creature is watching us.”
A shrill scream shattered the quiet.
“What in the deepest reaches of Hades was that?” Anexus gripped his sword.
“Some hapless creature just met its end,” Lycaon whispered. “You and your men are next.”
“Untie him.” Anexus pointed to one warrior then motioned for his other men to form a circle.
The young man quickly untied Lycaon. He rubbed his freed hands to get the blood circulating then grabbed his sword from one of the warriors. “I sensed it earlier. Whatever it is, I doubt it is human, and it is probably what killed your people and livestock.”
Uneasiness filled the air around the warriors. All of them gripped weapons, bodies tense, eyes wide and vigilant.
A swift shadow moved between two trees.

Beauty may be the real beast.

Kelley Heckart
Otherworldly tales steeped in myth & magic.