Saturday, March 29th, 2008
It’s my pleasure to introduce you to the series Leandros. My fellow Phenomena sister and Daughter of Circe, Michelle Hasker, did an awesome job with this fun and yummy launch title for her new series…Leandros: Sairah’s Salvation. I got the opportunity to read it and let me tell you, I loved it! Here’s the pertinent info:
ISBN (13): 978-1-59596-946-0 
Genre(s): Paranormal, Sci-Fi, Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Shapeshifters
Series: Leandros
Length: Novella
Blurb:
Sairah Mellon hungers for an all-consuming love, just like the one in her dreams. When she comes face to face with him will she believe his fantastic tale of aliens and shape shifters and agree to travel to her dream lover’s home planet to become his mate?
Cade knows Sairah is his mate, but she’s been raised on Earth. He doesn’t know how he’ll be able to convince her she’s not only an alien, but a shape shifter as well. When another creature tries to kill her, he shifts to his lion form and risks everything to save her. It lands him in a heap of trouble that only she can save him from — if she can stop being angry at him long enough to help him.
Thank you for giving me a chance to interview you, Michelle. Welcome to my neck of the dire woods. Let’s see what naughtiness we can uncover!
- What was your favorite part about writing Leandros: Sairah’s Salvation? Killing the werewolf (LOL)
- What plans do you have for the series, Leandros? Basically I just plan to have fun with that world. See what kooky, kinky things I can come up with.
- Alien shapeshifters are just yummy, especially those that turn into lions. How much fun was it to research about the big cats? And can you give us a cool factoid? I have tons of factoids hehehe. Hmmm. Feline Immunodeficiency Virus. In the United States, approximately 1.5 to 3 percent of healthy cats are infected with FIV. Rates rise significantly-15 percent or more-in cats that are sick or at high risk of infection.
- If you were on a deserted island and could bring only three things, what would they be and why? books/laptop/my muse lol
I’m a huge fan of your muse…can I borrow him when I have to go to the deserted island? Or anytime? LOL.
- I would LOVE a steamy excerpt from your HOT new release!
Sairah moaned and rolled on her back as hands slid over her. Questing hands that had explored every inch of her body for the past few months. Hands that brought her to the pinnacle of desire and thrust her into orgasms so intense she woke entangled in drenched sheets.
But she wasn’t asleep. Not yet. She’d just closed her eyes when the sweet scent of magnolias drifted into her bedroom. How is this possible? Can he be real? Is tonight the night he fulfills my fantasy? God, I wish!
Opening her eyes was out of the question. He might vanish and she’d be left alone. Again.
Sairah gasped as nimble fingers pinched her nipples until they hardened. Tingles raced through her body as her lover worked his magic. He brought her to the edge, then changed tactics and drew her back to that edge time and again, not letting her crest. All coherent thought fled.
With a moan, she arched into his touch, praying this time she’d find release. Her mouth opened wordlessly as shivers raced up her spine. Sairah fisted her hands in her sheets and turned her face, burying it against her pillow. The urge to demand he fuck her was almost overwhelming.
THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Michelle. *WEG* If you’d like to find more about this awesome read, click here.
This week’s friday flash is from a work in progress called Yellow Ribbon. It’s a collection of short stories about the return home for several members of the United States Armed forces. Only one or two of the collection are erotic so it’s not something I’m looking to publish any time soon. Remember all content on this site is © Dawn Montgomery. I hope you enjoy an excerpt from Coming Home.
Jake tapped a restless beat on the Taxi’s faux leather armrest. Should I have called her? Let her know I was coming home early? A knot of tears formed in his throat. He stared out the window and blinked away the moisture behind his eyes. Will she be the same?
“You know, I just wanted to say something,” the Taxi driver’s rugged voice filled the cab. He cleared his throat. “I was in ‘Nam.” He paused, raising his jowls in pride. “I just wanted to say thanks for what you’re doin’.”
Jake met the cabbie’s intense stare in the rearview mirror. It tore something loose in his chest and he glanced away. “Thank you.” What do you say to something like that? He rubbed the back of his neck and longed for home.
The cabbie cleared his throat again. “We’re almost there.”
Jake nodded. “Thanks.” He twisted the corded bracelet his wife had made him between restless fingers. Nervous excitement coiled tight in his gut and he just wanted to wrap his fingers in her hair and inhale the fragrance of his Annie. He breathed deep to stop the burn of tears from spilling. Stale cigarette smoke and the funk of his three day hop clung to his clothes. Maybe he should have stopped somewhere to change clothes first. He ran a hand through his short hair and tried to finger comb it into some semblance of order.
“How long have you been gone?”
“Six months.”
“Long time,” the cabbie mused.
“Longest of my life.” He doubted the cabbie heard his mutter but it didn’t matter anyway. They were on his street.
The heat is on ladies and gent and I’m feeling the burn. We have a book that’s calling my name. I have EMERGED from hibernation to continue my yummy ménage story. It is my first. Yes, my first. *WEG* And what better way to break it in than with a Rookery Cove title. Rookery Cove: Ocean’s Call, coming May 23rd from Changeling Press.
So let me introduce you to Draven. Selkie with a torn soul and captain of Rookery Cove’s only ship. Isn’t he yummy?
So with my inspiration pic, it’s time for me to get to work.
See you soon!
You won’t beat me SVEN!!!! I will complete my word count!
I spent the weekend enjoying delicious colcannon, corned beef, and taters. Man, I don’t want it to end! Since I was determined to continue in my celebration I bought six Irish-inspired erotic romances from some of my favorite authors.
Kate Hill, Michelle Hasker, Aline de Chevigny, Elizabeth Jewell and Jeanne Barrack
As I read them I’ll give individual reviews. They’ll be short, but fun! Have a great week everyone! I’ll be back to writing tomorrow evening! YAY!
Please feel free to check out my new books page. I’ll be ready to rock and roll with Sven again soon. My other than writing work will slow down Wednesday.
For all the Irish Catholics, Happy St. Patrick’s Day today. For all other Irish, I’ll give you another Happy wish on Monday. Tomorrow and Monday I’ll post my favorite St. Patty’s Day erotic romance titles.
Have a great weekend!
We’re redecorating a bit. I’m not one to close down my site unless absolutely necessary, so the construction will be going on around you all. I’m in the process of making my books easier to find/track based on genre interests. An informal poll of 30 or so readers told me you prefer to search by genre, while about 10% of you want to search by publisher as well. When the pages are completely live I’d love to hear your opinions.
Hope you have an awesome weekend!
I haven’t posted in a bit. This week’s new titles at Changeling are AWESOME! I’ve been taking a much needed writing hiatus to focus on the EDJ. This week is crazy hectic. I’m throwing a party at novelspot on Saturday. Meet me for a chat! I’ll have the time and date on Friday and again on Saturday.
So tell me if you’ve got a minute to spare. What have you been reading lately? Must Love Dogs and Yeti! Again? are on my TBR Changeling list. I’ve picked up a delicious compilation of yumminess from Black Lace and PBW sent me some FABULOUS books in an awesome contest.
I know it’s late!!!
Total for the week, 4.5K.
Total Sven count is close to 9K.
I LOVE THIS STORY!!!!!
“7% and Rising” by Kim Knox
Buy from MBaM!
Read An Excerpt Online
Genre: Romantic SciFi-Futuristic
ISBN: 1-59998-695-7
Length: Novella
Price: 3.50
Publication Date: November 27, 2007
Cover art by Dawn Seewer
He used her. She can’t trust him. But the fire burns between them hotter than ever.
For Level Seven Observer Cahn Dal, her mission is simple—on the surface. Travel 700 years into the past, alter a complicated equation that will assure the continuation of this timeline, and slip out unnoticed. Except someone else got there first, and he’s waiting for her. Alexander Roen. The man she has loved since she was a teenager, and, to her disgust, finds she still desires as hot and as hard as ever.
Roen, former Level One Observer, known traitor to the Foundation, and hampered by an old injury, needs Cahn’s help to find out who’s behind a massive conspiracy to alter the timeline. His body isn’t too broken, though, to forget his long-denied passion for Cahn.
Cahn reluctantly agrees to help find the one piece of evidence that will solve Roen’s puzzle. But when she finds it, barely escaping with her life, they find it isn’t the end.
It’s just the beginning of a deeper nightmare, one filled with monsters of unimaginable horror.
Kim was awesome enough to give us some Q&A.
question 1: how did you come up with the story for 7%
The first quarter of the story leapt out at me as a woman landed in the twenty fifth century and followed her mission orders with her bitter, pissed off artificial associate. Then she met the damaged Roen. I could almost hear the whirr and click of his leg 
The rest of the plot came slowly, I had to twist it and twist until I was happy all the ends fitted. I’ve always had a love for time travel and how it can seriously screw with your life. What can I say? I can’t help it, I was brought up on Doctor Who. *grin*
question 2: you’re known for creating amazing worlds and intense storylines in an explosive novella package. Have you ever considered expanding the world with another novella or two?
I think there could be another story in the world of 7% and Rising. I have to admit I’m nervous about sequels, lol, but I’m coming around to the idea. I have ideas that follow up To Summon a Demon and Nimue’s Price. Now I just have to find the time to actually write them!
question 3: Name one quirk you have as a writer. It can be a ritual or a way you write.
Layering in the senses is important to me. Sight and sound turn up automatically, but the one I have to have in every scene is the sense of smell. It’s the most primal sense and pulls out memories and emotion. A whiff of cinnamon can pull be back to my very early childhood and brings with it a swell of half-remembered images. For me, it brings a scene to life.
question 4: What was the most difficult part about writing 7%
Keeping the plot straight, lol My plots are usually twisty-turny anyway, throw in the heroine, Cahn Dal, jumping backwards and forwards in time and it literally added a whole new dimension.
question 5: The cover is absolutely gorgeous. Dawn Seewer did an unbelievable job. Would you mind giving us a tasty excerpt?
Yes, the cover is just beautiful. And here’s a little snippet:
“Here.” He lifted a mug she hadn’t noticed him holding. “This will help.”
“What is it?”
Roen limped towards her and the rising scent from the mug reached out to tantalise her. Cahn breathed it in and almost sighed. “Your special chocolate.”
“Very hot milk chocolate with fresh double cream and caramel syrup…”
“You’re evil.”
Roen smirked. “I know.”
Her hands closed around the mug and, for a long moment, she let herself breathe in the rich aroma of chocolate. Roen knew her weakness. It had been years since she’d last had it. Years. She sipped and the cool, light touch of the cream lingered on her lips, her tongue. She tilted the mug and the rich flow of sweet liquid chocolate made her sigh.
Memories rose unwanted. Roen’s bright apartment with its clean painted walls and expensive furniture. Her mother laughing at something Roen had said. Her father quiet and just showing his slow, cautious smile. Roen’s sisters holding up their cups, demanding more from the ancient chocolate pot that he’d pilfered on one of his missions.
Dead. They were all dead. Only she and Roen remained.
Her hand shook.
Hot tears burned her eyes and her throat tightened.
Roen grabbed the mug before she spilt it and dumped it on the table. “Cahn?”
She turned from him and scrubbed hard at her wet face. “It’s too rich for me,” she muttered. “I’m used to…” Her words faltered at his warm hand on her shoulder. His fingers squeezed, gentle, comforting. Damn the man. Damn him. Why couldn’t he just be himself? His real self? “Roen, stop it.”
“What?” His hand slid from the thin cotton of her vest to her bare skin in a slow caress. “This?”
Cahn couldn’t breathe. “What…what are you doing?”
He brushed away her wet-slicked hair and pressed a kiss below her ear. She shivered. Roen did it again. And again. Soft. Slow. Insane. “Do you still want me to stop?”
It was all her little private fantasies come true. Roen wanted her. Her?
“Cahn.” His breath stirred her damp skin. “Turn around.”
She closed her eyes and forced herself to face him. His thumb brushed her lips and she jumped. She stared at him, not quite believing the shine of want in his dark eyes.
“We have to grab what time we have,” he said.
He traced her jaw, fingers light. Cahn froze. He couldn’t mean it. Roen had never wanted her. Never. A smile touched his mouth, edged with regret. His gaze dropped away and he sighed. “But then again, perhaps not in this reality.”
He stepped back and his hand fell to his leg as it whirred. “Not as I am.”
No. Roen wasn’t getting away that easily.
“Yes,” Cahn said and covered his mouth with her own.
The taste of him made her groan. Hot, wet and just…him. Much better than chocolate. She stumbled back, impacting the cool stone wall and dragging Roen with her. The heavy press of his body against hers. His hands slid down, slipping into her shorts.
Yes, so much better than chocolate.