Wednesday, 31 July 2013


Nope, we are not going to discuss Top Gun today (and if you don’t get that reference, stop reading and go watch the movie).  I am watching Glee, and it made me think of a group of friends. I know very few people who are complete and utter loners (although some should be).  We, as people, always seem to be seen in a group of usually 4or 5 best friends. I am not talking about people with whom you see at parties. I am talking about people you would call to help hide the bodies and give you an alibi. Some you may have known since childhood. Others you might have met at school.  Mine, I have met online. It doesn’t matter where you meet them. The important thing is that you have bonded with them.  You would trust them not only with your life (because in a zombie attack your ass is your own problem) but also with your secrets and your books.

Now, in most groups, each member has a role. There is the Overachiever—you know the one who has to be the best and is usually the one everyone looks to for answers.  Every group needs this one to help with legal questions and sometimes for the moral ones as well. Is it okay to hate someone just because they are wearing white after Labor Day? You know the important questions in life.

Next up is the one who tries to keep everyone out of jail; otherwise, known as the Sensible One. This person is sometimes confused with the overachiever, but they are separate positions.  The overachiever knows the answers, but the sensible one weighs the options and then proceeds to try and convince everyone that confronting the idiot who said Chris Hemsworth is just okay and that he is not nearly as hot as Robert Pattinson is not worth going to jail for.

We also have the Mastermind.  This one is usually absorbed by crime novels and watches every episode of 20/20, 48 hours and Dateline. This friend helps plan the revenge on the cheating ex and the girlfriend. They usually have all the things needed for any eventuality in the trunk of their car. You know rope, handcuffs (not the fun kind), chloroform, plastic sheeting, duct tape…………….

The Trouble, oh how we love this one. This friend is the one you have to cut off after a few drinks or hide the tequila from. This one is usually set in the corner or in the center so they can be held back from getting into a fight or verbal altercation with the waitress because she looked at your boyfriend or smiled at the hottie you were all admiring.

The Daring One—We all wish we were more like this friend. Everyone is careful what they say around this friend because she will do her best to make you happy. You say you want some guy’s number and, before you know it, she has excused herself to go to the restroom and, when she comes back, she has his number for you. This is the friend who has charm and charisma and is not afraid to use them.

The scariest one of all is the one I like to call Silent But Deadly. They may look all sweet and innocent, but they know every way to kill you with a spork. This friend has everyone fooled except those who know her best. She can charm you with a smile while plotting your demise.

Next up is the one who makes everyone relax. Every group needs this person—the Goofy, Fun Loving Friend. This person convinces everyone that we are here for the party and not to let the bitches piss us off. Most think that this friend is just a piece of fluff, but they normally are the ones who take things to heart. They just don’t let it show. Later, they will take a moment and let it all go, but they know the importance of laughter in the heat of battle.

Now most groups have either these roles or a few other variations on this theme.  Now for the big question, which friend are you?

Sinfully Sarcastic,

Wednesday, 24 July 2013

Too Much Of A Good Thing?

Today’s blog is about interaction with authors. Reaching out and touching your favorite authors (sick puppies…get your mind out of the gutter) has been made so much easier with social media. Is this good or bad? I guess it depends on the author.

There are a variety of ways to contact your favorites. Most have a Facebook page or a Twitter account. Others just have email accounts and their websites. Each author is different but, for the most part, they like the one-on-one contact with their fans. Some value their privacy and are like several of the authors of old who liked to remain anonymous. Others are out at book signings and like to greet, shake hands, and yap with the crazies (otherwise known as fans).

But when does talking with an author become too much? That is the question we are going to discuss today. Really, I will be typing about it, and you will be reading about it.

Now, I am one of those people who is on Facebook all the time. I yap with my friends, and I know that it is shocking. But yes, I do have friends. I see authors making posts and commenting on their wall and doing random promoting. I never bother them—unless it is a certain East Tennessee author. Then I bug the hell out of her. Anyone else, I leave alone.

I know that some authors don’t mind if you start chatting with them, but I never want to feel like I am a bother. I would rather they get their stuff taken care of and get back to the business of writing the next book. Now, if they comment on something I post or on my wall, then they are fair game. I will chat with them till they have to go or I pass out—whichever comes first. This is the only time that I talk to some of them. I have some authors as friends and have never even spoken to them. I only added them for updates on their books or blogs (not that I go and check them out very often).

Unless I am contacting an author for a chat, I rarely send them private messages. I know most don’t mind, but I also know that there are a few people who send them messages every day. I have no idea what these messages could be about since most of the time books are self-explanatory. Maybe they are shy and want to show their love for a book in private. Me, I like to let everyone know who I love and how I love them (geez, you guys spend a lot of time in the gutter).  If I have a question about a book, then I write it on their wall because if I have that question, then maybe someone else does, too. Normally it is more like, “When am I getting the next book and who is it about?” It may be killing two birds with one stone, which in the end helps the authors get back to the writing, and that is the important thing.

For some fans, the line between friend and fan becomes a very blurred one. For me, it is very clear. If they call me just to chat, then they have moved into the friend territory. If they want to talk to me about their personal lives, then we are friends. I know. I am always shocked that anyone would text or call me if they didn’t have to. Well, except for Mia, who just like the abuse I offer long distance. If I know an author’s real name, their kid’s names, or the author’s favorite sexual position, then again, I have moved into friend territory.

Even though I am sometimes in the friend zone, I still have trouble calling or texting with authors. I try not to bother them. I never want to be that friend who is always calling, texting, or showing up on their doorstep. Normally, that is because, after a few times of hiding in their bushes, they serve me with a restraining order. But you know, it is the price you pay for being me.

Now, if they contact me and ask me about their books or something related to their work, then I am a reader. I think that because we as readers have more immediate contact with the authors, some take it as a personal relationship. In a way, it is. But in my mind, you must remember that they are first and foremost authors. They are like anyone else in the public eye. They are out there selling not only their books but also themselves in a non-prostitute kind of way.

It may be a bit easier for me because, as an administrator for a book group, I know that some people try to get in my good graces (like I have some) so that they can come to the group and pimp their books. Yes, I know that I am a cynical bitch, but once bitten, twice shy.  I try to keep that in mind every time I friend an author on Facebook or talk to them at a convention, too. When standing face-to-face with an author, it is easier for both of us to connect and to know if we want to be friends or just acquaintances on Facebook.  But when the person is just lines on a computer screen, it becomes much harder for the author and reader.  

I also know that it is difficult for some authors to balance or know when the fan has crossed the line. They have to be careful of offending their readers. It is not so much that they don’t want to talk to them but, for most authors, they just don’t have the time to get into one-on-one conversation with each and every person. Most of these authors have hundreds of friends or, in some cases, thousands.  This is not even counting their fan pages or groups. The thing I think that most readers need to remember is that if you are constantly sending them messages then they will not have time to write the books that you want to read.

The question now is, “Are you a fan or someone who has forgotten where the line is drawn?” Don’t worry we have all blurred the line a few times.

Sinfully Sarcastic,

Monday, 22 July 2013

Mia's Top 10 Pervy Pranks

Mia’s Top 10 Perverted Pranks to Play on Visiting Pals

(Try saying that five times fast. Even better, say it sixty-nine times.)

Hi. My name is Mia, and I am a perv. To be exact, I’m a Righteous Perv—because I’m extra cool and extra perverse. Now as some of you may know, my BFF/P.I.A./Beta is Tina, who just happens to be the Leader of my favorite group of Pervs. Yes, I’m talking about you. Tina is also the Queen of Hotties and the Empress of Porn. But those are different topics for different days.

Today, my focus is on her perviness.

Why, you ask? Well, Tina is coming to my town. And she’s staying in my home with me and my family. (Bless her heart. I don’t know how she’ll survive it.) While she’s here, I’m sure some serious freak flags will be flying because we won’t be able to behave. We never do. It’s just not possible for us. Besides, what fun would it be to have a perv—the Leader of the Pervs, no less—at my house and not be bad?

Now, I know where your mind went, and I think you deserve a spanking for thinking such thoughts. I’m not talking about getting down and dirty in the bedroom with Tina. See, I love her to pieces. And my husband… Well, I couldn’t love him more. And everyone knows how much I love writing ménages. But in reality, I don’t share. I’m selfish that way. Again, though, that’s another story for another day.

Today, my attention is turned toward ways to torment Tina and her perviness.

What brought this blog on? Well, it’s all Tina’s fault. Yes, I live by the When all else fails, blame the P.I.A. rule. When I called Tina in a panic because I hadn’t written my blog, she suggested I write a list for the ‘Top 10 Ways to Convert a Friend to a Pervert.’ As she always does, she gets me all juiced up on the idea. I’m like, “Oh! I can say this, and I can say that. And how about (fill in the blank)? Oh yeah…” Blah, blah, blah.

Then…dun, dun, dun…everything changed.

How, you ask? Well, we hung up the phone.

Once I was left to my own devices, the wheels started churning and turning in my head. And the next thing I know I’m thinking about naughty things I can do to a friend. Not that, you pervalicious heathen! The prospect of possible naughtiness with friends led my diabolical brain to thoughts of pranks, which sent me spiraling into the Pervy Prank Zone. Now that I’m hanging out in the PPV, I decided it would be funny to share some ideas for perverse pranks. With Tina visiting me in less than three weeks, I couldn’t have chosen a better time to create the ‘Top 10 Perverted Pranks to Play on Visiting Pals.’

So check it out…

Top 10 Perverted Pranks to Play on Visiting Pals

1.       Sneak into the bathroom and open the Shampoo and Conditioner bottles. Pour all of the smelly-good fluid into two separate containers. (*Note: In order to keep from creating unnecessary waste and spending money willy-nilly without just cause, make sure to keep the liquid for your own personal use.) After you have set that aside, pour your favorite flavored lube into the shampoo bottle. Because of the thick, gooey nature, flavored lube is more appropriate. After that, fill the conditioner bottle with anal lube. Yes, anal lube. I chose it specifically because of the greasy texture. When you are through, twist the lids back on and return the bottles to the shower (if that’s where you keep them).

2.       While you have a friendly guest, you know that chances are they will need to wash their clothes at some point—unless they are Paris Hilton. Then that’s a little different. But in most cases, your pal will need to have something cleaned. So here’s what you do… Stick their clothes in the washer. Once they’ve been run through the appropriate cycles, pull the items out and claim that your dryer is ‘broken.’ What happens if you’re dryer is broken? A trip to the clothes line. But of course, you don’t have clothes pins. You have nipple clamps.

3.       Bon appetit! People need to eat. Right? Well, here’s an alternative to ‘Spaghetti Night’ for your family and friend: Make Penironi Pasta with Marinara and Italian Sausage. No, I don’t mean Giorgio Difeo. You’re good, but you’re not that good. Now here’s the twist…You may only use Pervertible kitchen utensils. For example, a wooden spoon is good. Spanking, anyone? While a kitchen mandoline is bad. Trip to the ER, wackjob?

4.       Lights! Cameras! Bow-chicka-wow-wow Action! It’s Saturday night, which in my house is date night. Now my hubby and I love to see movies on date night. So if you have a visitor, this is what you do… Suggest that you, your pal, and hubby watch a movie. Of course, you have the ‘perfect’ movie because it’s one of your ‘favorites.’ But…Oops! You accidentally forget to mention that it’s an adult film. So the three of you sit down on your couch. (*Note: Make sure that you squeeze your hubby between the two of you.) It’s time to click play. And “Ohhhhh, yessssss…” You have quite the action flick. To increase the perv-factor, use a film that has two females and one male. You’ll have endless lewd comments. And if you’re feeling particularly cruel, look to your friend and whisper, “You can look, but you can’t touch. He’s mine.” With some luck on your side, your pal will have forgotten to bring her own little ‘friends’ to play with after the lights have gone down…in the guest room.

5.       As much fun as can be had amongst pervy friends, you guys will have to sleep some time. So before your friend shows up on your doorstep, switch the pure, innocent, virginal, vanilla sheets on your guest bed to the naughty, wicked, x-rated SportSheet Bondage Bedsheet. Then after your friend arrives, have all the fun you can. You want to wear her out. That way when she sleeps, she’ll be out like a light. One night during her stay, sneak into the guest room and restrain your pal. Boy, will she be in for a surprise when she wakes up.

6.       Yeah right…

7.       like I’m going to…

8.       spill all my ideas…

9.       on a blog…

10.   before my pervy pal, Tina, comes to play!

Feel free to spank me later for leaving you hanging. XOXOXO!

Much love and lots of cherries,


Tuesday, 16 July 2013

Push My Buttons

Red, green, yellow, blue. It doesn’t matter, but I like to have a couple of my buttons pushed. Nope, not the ones that will push me to kill people, but the ones that make my blood run just a little bit faster in my veins. I know you have no idea what I am going on about but, if you will just give me a moment, I will tell you.

I am talking about actors, singers, dancers, and famous men who will get me all hot and bothered just by being. Now I can appreciate a hottie like Brad Pitt and George Clooney, but I am going to write this blog about a few that, for some reason, are not as well-known as sex symbols.

One of my top 10 would be Vincent D’onofrio. I have no idea why, but something about him just pushes every button I have. He is a great actor and there is just something about his presence when he is on the screen that does something for me. His passion and commitment to a character is astounding. He always brings a depth to the characters that some actors don’t. When he is portraying Detective Robert Goren on Law and Order Criminal Intent, you can almost see the wheels turning in his mind.  One of my favorite things about him is the fact that he is 6’4 and in no way a small man. As a matter of fact, I am listening to him while I am typing this. Law and Order Criminal Intent, one of my favorite shows, is playing in the background.

Next on this list is Richard E Grant. I know, not a name that a lot of people know, unless you watch a lot of British shows or movies. He is not classically handsome but again, there is something about him when he is on the screen that draws me in. One of my favorite things about him is that no matter what role he is playing, you can see in his eyes that he wants to make a smart assed comment. His wit is one of the biggest draws for me. He is so intelligent that it sometimes astounds me the way he can make a simple role seem so pivotal when he is either writing a screen play or directing a movie. To see an example of his best work, you should watch The Scarlett Pimpernel. I watch this miniseries several times a year.

Another Brit that I love is Damien Lewis. Yes, I have a ginger on my list. I can remember watching him in Band of Brothers and recognizing him from little parts on British shows. He starred in one of my favorite shows, Life, and he was so quirky and adorable. I watch the Forsyte Saga because he is one of the stars and listening to his accent. Mmmm good. He is another one of those actors that just stands out when he is on screen. He has won numerous awards for his Showtime series, Homeland where he costars with another great actress, Claire Danes. The chemistry between the two is explosive.  Again, not classically handsome, but he brings such intelligence to each and every character that you can’t help but fall in love with him—just a bit.

Now, anyone who knows me will tell you about my obsession with Supernatural. I love the chemistry between Jared Padalecki and Jensen Ackles. These two might be my ultimate ménage. They are not only handsome, but they are also great actors who are not afraid of making fun of their good looks. This is one of the many, many things that makes me love these two men. I have watched every episode and some more than a dozen times. Luna and Mia will tell you of my Sam-and-Dean-athon that I took earlier this year. I watched all six seasons back to back. If I was at home, I was watching my Sam and Dean.

I have by no means even scratched the surface of my hottie selections, but I don’t want to overload you with hotness. Besides, I will need topics for later blogs, and I know that we can always find a way to write about the hotness that is my closet of men. Hell, one day I may even write about more of my girl crushes, but we won’t get there yet.

So tell me…Have I hit any of the men on your hotness list? If not, please—by all means—introduce me to some men that I need to add to my list.

Sinfully Sarcastic,

Monday, 15 July 2013

My Fetish Weekend

 Hi RPers, 

We spent last weekend at a fetish event. This particular one used to sue anyone who mentioned their name in print, so I’m going to refrain from that. (It’s held in Denver, though.)

In a lot of ways this is my favorite event. It’s only about fifteen miles from home, but we get a room and stay at the event hotel every year. Part of the reason for that is we always have a bunch of special order chainmail pieces to make, and part is that we know so many people there we like to hang out. And we always visit the dungeon.

The dungeon is the best part of most events. This one is huge (about five thousand square feet) and filled with all kinds of cool things. There are lots of St. Andrew’s Crosses, of course, but also scaffolding, a puppy play area (one of my favorite things to watch), a dome (like on a playground), spanking benches, and something that we’re very proud of: the medieval-style rack that our leather family built and donated to the event.

Watching the people in the dungeon is the most fun, though. Almost everyone dresses up, so you’ll see the most gorgeous leather outfits, along with many naked people, human ponies and pups, scads of gender-bending fun, nuns, schoolgirl costumes, leashes (not just on the puppies), and the most gorgeous selection of shoes outside of a Hollywood premier.

We did a great scene on Saturday night that consisted of me tied up and blindfolded, sitting in a chair while Sir pounded on my back, shoulders, and thighs with 4 different kinds of drumsticks, hands, a firehose, a crop, and probably other things that I wasn’t completely aware of. There’s something about the energy of a huge dungeon like that. You can close your eyes (or be blindfolded, as the case may be) and just take in the noises and the vibes going on around you. It gives me the most wonderful, submissive buzz to absorb the energy while processing the different sensations Sir is giving me.

I also looked around the room, before our scene and as we were leaving. There were lots of people having things done to them that I wouldn’t have negotiated for, but afterwards (even if it’s the next morning) they were all happy and satisfied that they’d gotten some need or other fulfilled by being subjected to whatever it was. One girl was walking around with huge purple feathers attached to her back with needles (kind of like in The Masters of Falcon’s Fantasies!). At least one person was completely encased in plastic wrap (no thanks!). A couple were suspended upside down (interesting, but I think I’d have to work up to that).

I think that’s why you find public dungeons in so many BDSM books. You can have a very satisfying BDSM relationship at home in your bedroom, but going to the public clubs and events adds so much, from a validation that you’re not as weird as your family might think, to getting lots of new and interesting ideas of things to try. But mostly, for me, it’s the sense of community that I love. If I have a leash on and am only half-dressed, nobody thinks I’m weird. They don’t look at me and wonder how I have the nerve to wear something that shows my boobs or my legs. They just smile and go about their business, knowing that my kink might be different than theirs, but as long as nobody’s really getting hurt or being forced into anything, it’s all good, and we’re all in this together, somehow.

All the Best,
Kasi Alexander

Kasi Alexander writes as Cassidy Browning
Her Newest Release is available 

Nikki Sutherland can’t believe her luck. She’s won an all-expenses paid trip to the BDSM resort Clifftop Fantasies to co-author a book with her idol, erotic romance author Candee Appelbaum. Unfortunately, Candee is really a man—a very good-looking man—named Kane Harris. Another gorgeous hunk, Dante Hunter, is also at Clifftop to market the resort owner’s new cookbook, Stealth Veggies. The guys are both younger than her and way out of her league—or so she thinks. Even worse, Kane is a wisecracking eccentric with a skewed fashion sense and an odd taste in music who writes late at night with a bottle of wine. Dante likes to do his thinking during yoga or biking, things Nikki hasn’t done in years. Nikki’s journey teaches her the difference between reading hot, sexy ménage scenes and living them with the two best-looking guys she’s ever met. Can she handle the Writes of Submission?

Wednesday, 10 July 2013

My Trippin

So this is a weird blog for me. I know I am shocked too. It has nothing to do with music, movies, books, hotness of men or women. Anyway, I am going to talk about traveling. Normally, I like to drive to as many places as I can. It is usually cheaper, and I like the ability to get out of the car and just look at things that interest me or not. I remember being a kid and Momma packing us up in our grocery-getter and heading out on the road. It was always a surprise because she never told us where we were going on a trip. Hell, I think most of the time it was a surprise to her. She was just like that. She would get it in her head that she wanted to go somewhere and, in a week, we were on the road. She always found the money somewhere to take us places. Yep, we slept in the car and in tents, but it was an adventure.

I still travel like that when I can. The year my niece Elizabeth graduated high school, my sister (not her mother) and I were going to go to Texas on vacation. We planned on going the week she graduated, but we would have missed it. So we decided to leave the morning after her walking across the stage. We had no idea what to get her so we just packed her up and took her with us. I had rented a car for the trip, and we stuffed it to the gills. I bet we couldn’t have gotten another thing in it. Did we have a plan? No. We just headed down the interstate and drove till we decided to stop. We went from small town southern Illinois all the way to Oklahoma before we picked Tulsa to stop and spend the night. Not a lot to do in Tulsa after dark but hey, I found the police station and the fire department. I was disappointed to not see men at either place.

The next morning saw us shoving everything back into the car and heading out again. We had no idea where we were going or what we wanted to see so we just drove and when something seemed interesting, we stopped. We hit all the major towns and saw some of the sites but really, we had more fun just driving. I remember hitting Dallas (Dealey Plaza in a carriage), San Antonio (River walk and Alamo), Brownsville (Elizabeth wanted to go into Mexico. What a mistake). We headed home on another interstate and stopped in Houston. I would have just driven through but Pork Chop (my sister) is a huge NASA fan so we spent the day there. I will have to hand it to her, though. It was interesting.

This was the first road trip I had taken that lasted more than a day’s drive. I had a great time just driving down the interstate with the tunes turned up and yappin with my sister and niece. I had done roadtrips before with them, but it was nice not to have to worry about traffic or checking the time to see if we were late or going to be too early.

The next roadtrip I took was with Mia Ashlinn, My Author PIA. I picked her up in St. Louis for our trip to Kansas City, Mo for the Romantic Times convention. I have made this trip a couple of times and loved it. The difference was that I started out early in the morning and had no time table. This time it was around six pm when I snagged her and we had a three hour drive ahead of us. Of course, it had to rain, sleet, and snow the entire drive. Not that big of a deal, but I actually had to pay more attention to the road. Not to mention it was dark so we missed some of the fun sites. We spent a couple of days in KC then headed out on our next adventure in Kansas.

Yes, Mia was brave enough to get back in the car with me. We headed down I-35 to Chanute, Kansas. It was a nice peaceful drive filled with lots of Maroon 5 and yapping. We arrived and ate at a Pizza Hut before spending an hour or so driving around and watching Mia take a ton of pictures. We then headed back to St. Louis. Mia and I probably spent close to 10 hours in the car that day and you know, I had a great time. We have been besties for almost two years and I probably learned more about her on that trip than I ever have talking on the phone with her for hours.

In a month, Mia and I will be on another roadtrip. Actually two trips. She and the hubby will be picking me up in Nashville before driving me into the back hills of Tennessee (please pray for me). I will be spending three or four days at her house then we will be off to Savannah for Authors After Dark. This time she will be driving unless I can’t take it and steal the keys. I wonder just how fast her car will go. Hmmmmmm.

Do you roadtrip or do you prefer to fly or take a train?

Sinfully Sarcastic,

Okay, I can’t help it. Here's one song for a roadtrip

Monday, 8 July 2013

Why Small Towns?

Hi Righteous Perverts,

I’m so glad to be blogging for you today.

Confession: I’m a lurker with RP. I pop in from time to time and comment but mostly I just read and enjoy your postings. It’s a tight community and reminds me of my hometown in many ways, which holds many wonderful memories for me. That little city is a place where everyone really does know your name. You see friends and family everywhere everyday—the grocery store, restaurants, outdoor concerts, and more. 

What I love about RP is the way you support each other. There’s a bond that’s evident to me. Also, I am so thrilled of the support you’ve given me and other authors, especially those of us who write erotic romance books. The genre we write in is a tough one. Coming from a small conservative community myself, I’ve heard it all. Don’t get me wrong - I love small towns.

Perhaps that’s why I write my dream versions of small towns.

Wilde, Nevada is located in the northern part of the state. It’s a mining town and has been around over 150 years. Named after the founding family whose descendants still live in its city limits.

Five brothers were the start of the entire Wilde sagas.

Austin was the one that came into my imagination first. His book ended up being the fifth one in The Wilde Brothers 6-book serial. He’s the one that just won’t leave me alone, waking me up at night with all sorts of ideas. Yes, it sounds crazy, but my characters become real to me. I actually go through a grieving process when I finish their individual books, knowing I won’t ever be as close to them again. I think that’s why I have them show up in other people’s books. I want to check in with them and see what’s happening in their lives. Are they expecting a child? Are they still in love? That kind of thing. As I reader and for the same reason, I like when an author brings back characters in later books. Though Austin was the first, I still enjoyed his four brothers very much too. Jackson was the sweetest one. Phoenix was the artist and so very sexy. He had me in book one, which wasn’t his book, when he took the reins with Jessie. She got to open up and have a wonderful experience with him and Jackson. Dallas was pure cowboy. Denver was the serious brother, who kept the balance with all the rest.

The next serial I wrote set in Wilde was last year’s The Strong Cowboys. I stretched my limits with six brothers and one very lucky woman—Charlene (Charly) Wynn. Drake, Heath, Dax, Nate, Tobias, and Seth Strong. They were so fun to write.

I left writing serials after getting a ton of feedback from readers who enjoyed the books but wanted standalone stories set in Wilde. That’s when I wrote for Siren-Bookstrand’s APP as a free read – A Wilde Wedding Night. It’s a prequel set in the 1950s with one character seen in the two series and three others that were mentioned. If you’ve got an iPad or iPhone, you can get it and nine other stories from Siren authors at
An expanded version of the story will be released August 8th at Siren. I love Carol’s story and her three guys. Plus, it was fun for me to see Austin as a baby.

Wilde continued with Her Twin Wilde Cowboy Masters, which came out earlier this year, and was followed by my latest book Her Three Wilde Champion Men, release date July 12th. The next visit to Wilde will be in Oct/Nov “if the creek don’t rise.”

My new town is just as welcoming and quirky as Wilde.

Destiny, Colorado keeps my fingers flying over my keyboard these days. I love the mayhem, the Russian mafia connection, the belief in dragons, Blue’s Diner, Lucy’s Burgers, TBK, and yes, I even have a love-to-hate feeling for Kip Lunceford. But what holds my heart the most about Destiny is the people. Women find true love in the arms of their Doms. Right now, there’s three books released set in Destiny. Devoured by Doms, which is about Erica, Dylan, and Cam, will be out August 19th. I’m finishing up Tamed by Texans this month and will start on Beloved by Brothers next month, both of which will be out later this year.

Confession: I write these books for myself as much as my readers. Wilde and Destiny are places about love and acceptance, something we could use a lot more of in the world.

Thanks for letting me share.



Chloe Lang

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Thursday, 4 July 2013

It's All Sophie's Fault

Let me give us all some back story while living in Canberra, Australia, I bought a laptop and then I found out that I could get the free download for Kindle on my PC.  I brought some random authors stories and then I purchased Small Town Siren. A love affair with Jack and Sam and then Julian started for me and I wanted to move to my dream home town of Bliss.  For me this was a life changing moment I had found an author that I loved as much as Nora Roberts.  This is how Sophie Oak changed my life for good.

Who would have thought my dedicated following of Sophie Oak would have led me to an international hot pot of friends but it truly did.  Sophie’s stories stirred up so many fantasies and dreams that I just couldn’t get enough.  I used to visit her website and I saw in the links for extras that I could chat with Righteous Perverts. Then there was the dedication in Siren Enslaved where she again mentioned the Wednesday night chatters. Since I found that Bliss and the Siren series spoke to me so strongly, I wanted to see if these perverts would accept me just as nicely as the weird and wonderful characters of Sophie were embraced.  So I bit the bullet and sent an email to request to join the Perverts and I was accepted.

My first chat I was gobsmacked the speed with which people were able to type and the topics and yes, how people spoke to each other.  Not often you hear people call each other Heifer and whore with so much love and affection.  Then there was the need to translate some of the American shorthand.  This is where Luna stepped in to help me translating with Tina assisting.  Luna was also the one who told me not to give up and just sit in the back ground lurking.  (I sometimes wonder if she regrets that advice when I am bombing recent chats with so many questions).

I quickly friended Chris No One Walker, Lori King and Mia Ashlinn.  It was awesome to be another Kiwi in Chris’s friend sphere.  Lori and Mia helped me with music and then I started reading their books and they have not been able to escape.  Amazing women that I thought were like superwoman and ten foot tall.  They made me feel welcome and I quickly started to comment on their posts and started to scare Chris and Lori with spider and weta photos from down under.  Such fun.

I had a snoopy dance moment when I got a friend request from Luna and then from Tina.  My happiest moment was one day when I mentioned that I had nearly been killed by my personal trainer and boom I was thread Jacked.  I had Tina, Luna, Lori and Chris chatting on my profile and 160 comments later I felt embraced.

I have since then had bored brainless blathering sessions, stayed on a lets’ just chat day for 6 hours chatting with my pervs and have had the time of my life.  Hi my name is Cherie: I am a dedicated follower or as we now call it, an agent of IRPP (Intense Research of Particular Persons), also I am an Impatient buttercup, am a founding member of the IEEGS (International Enablers and Encouragers Support Group) this is a saying that in my blathering with Luna due to her lack of sleep that we came up with, I was going to take charge of the Southern Hemisphere for us leaving you others in her tender care.

I am proud to say that even though I may still have issues with swearing in my comments, I know that though Sophie may have started me on this road I will ride it as long as it goes and all my perverts are welcome to car pool with me.

So has there been an author that has changed your life in a significant way?

P.S.  Bring on NOLA, I hope to see many of you amazing people there but beware I am a hugger. Lol.

Arohanui and Kia Kaha.
From the Perv of Middle Earth,


Monday, 1 July 2013

Guest Author Hennessee Andrews !!!

Greetings, Perverts!

I’d like to introduce myself to those who don’t know me. I’m Hennessee Andrews and I’ve been writing for the last few years. My first erotic romance came out in May 2012. The first few books have been in the M/F contemporary genre, most starring cowboys. Mmm, got to love them cowboys.

After completing five straight M/F works I found myself interested in alternative romance. Why I love writing M/M is a mystery to me, but I love it. My first M/M was, A Hard Bargain. The book has lovers and haters. You see, I don’t write overly emotional men or overly feminine men. I also don’t like reading about those types either. It comes down to preference. I like my coffee straight black while others prefer to add cream and sugar. It doesn’t make either of us right or wrong. It is what it is.

From what I can tell about myself and the change I’m undergoing, I find that my appetite in the erotic romance genre is changing. I will still write the occasional M/F, but expect to see more M/M and hopefully soon….MENAGE. I guess I’m the shy kind of girl that needed time to get my feet wet. Whatever has happened since turned me from meek to wild. LOL.

Recently I volunteered to write a story for the Love Has No Boundaries event. The concept from the M/M Romance group was designed with readers in mind. Readers requested a book to be written based off a picture. In their request, readers tell authors what they want to read. Once posted, authors sort through the requests and find a story they’d like to write. When I found this picture and prompt, I was sold.

Dear Author,
These two guys were childhood friends. They tried to hide their relationship in the rodeo but they got caught, so they ran away. That is when they found the gay rodeo. HEA please, and not too much angst.

Excerpt: “Can you leave Kansas and never look back?”
Macon choked on his food. “Of course I can.” He coughed. “And it isn’t like we’ll be sequestered here and unable to go home to visit if we want to.”
“True.” Wade sipped his coffee. His other worry was how his family would take the news if they knew where he'd moved to. Likely his father would say, “Don’t let the door hit you in the ass on your way out.” Or something equally as sarcastic. The man wouldn’t be pleased, but hell, he hadn’t been happy with him during the last eight months. It was time for Wade to make his own decisions and not feel compelled to please his father.
Men finished up and dropped their paper plates in a large trash can. They filed out toward the barn, all getting ready for the day ahead. Wade and Macon finished up as well and joined the ranks. As they walked, Wade laughed. “I feel like we’re heading into battle. The only problem is we don’t have a flag.”
Macon snickered. “I’m going to laugh my ass off if when we get there and they’re flying a rainbow flag.”
Wade shook his head. “I may be what society deems gay, but I’m not ready to ride around with a rainbow flag declaring it.”
“Everyone knows and I say fuck 'em. I’m tired of worrying what others think about me. If they don’t like it, they can suck it.” Macon spoke with anger lacing his words.
“No, they can’t.” Wade’s lips curved into a grin. “That’s my job.”

ROUGH IN THE SADDLE is a free read! Here is the link. Enjoy!

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