Wednesday, February 22, 2012

It's A Big News Day!

First Round of Big News
I’m thrilled to announce that I will be guest blogging at Wild & Wicked Cowboy blog today!


Second Round of Big News
I’m, also, thrilled to announce that I will be guest blogging at When One Is Not Enough today!


Third (AND BIGGEST) Round of News

It’s Release Day, Baby!




Seeking change, Jaycee Dalton takes a huge gamble with a life-altering game of “Truth or Dare.” 

Jaycee’s innocuous dare lands her on the doorstep of a mysterious fortune teller who throws her a curveball that shakes her to the core:  The two loves of her life are coming for her.  She wanted change, and she was about to get it.

Grayson Blakemore and Cade McCoy have a love that most people only dream of, but they are missing one pivotal piece - Jaycee.  Tired of living half lives, Gray and Cade concoct a scheme with her friends to win her back. 

Shamelessly exploiting the dare she is taking, Gray and Cade kidnap Jaycee and prove that love is more than just playing sexy games.  When Jaycee discovers their devious plot, will she feel betrayed or will she turn the tables on them and play a game of her own?


STORY EXCERPT

Someone approached Jaycee from behind. Damn, she wasn’t in the mood for some cheesy pickup line in this seedy bar. She whirled around ready to tell someone off, but stopped short. Two sinfully good-looking men with dark hair and bedroom eyes stood side by side, their arrogance rolling off them in waves.
The short, stocky man smiled at her with a smile that could melt the panties off of most grown women. He looked like a man who knew what a woman wanted and exactly how to give it to her.
Turning, Jaycee sized up the taller man. He was quieter, far more serious. His face was harsher, and his eyes were harder. Single women dreamed of taming a man like him.
It was too damn bad they left her ice-cube cold.
The cowboy with the award-winning smile leaned toward her, pressing her back against the filthy counter. She ignored the discomfort, preparing to give him the tongue-lashing he deserved, when he spoke. “My name’s Tommy. This here’s Judd. I just thought you should know our names since you’re gonna be screaming ’em later.”
Wow. Jaycee stared at him dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. It took her a moment to recover. Opening her mouth to blast them, she noticed two more men striding toward her, purpose filling their every step.
Her heart raced, the blood pounding through her veins at a pace that rivaled a horse in the Kentucky Derby.
She wasn’t sure what caused the spike in her heart rate. Was it seeing them for the first time in years? Was it that they were headed toward her? Or, was it the chill that shot down her spine, raising the hair on her arms? No way was she hanging around to find out.
Jaycee gave the egotistical cowboy a shove before scooting around him and his cohort in crime. Then she made a break for the door.
Before she took her fifth step, a large hand landed on her arm and wrenched her around, exerting enough pressure to maintain control without hurting.
Cade. There hadn’t been any doubt that he would be the one to come after her. Of the two men, Cade was more dangerous to her, and they knew it. He knew exactly how to handle her. He snuck under her radar, pushed her into a corner, and then pounced. She preferred to deal with Gray. He was good at pissing her off, and she held her own when she was pissed.
Fuck, this was really, really bad.
“Dance with me, darlin’.”
No, that couldn’t happen. Jaycee knew better than to go on that dance floor and step into his strong arms, press her body up against his, and sway to the music. Her head told her she shouldn’t let her arms snake up his chest and wind around his neck, and he mustn’t be allowed to lock his arms behind her waist so he could hold her close. But that wasn’t what her heart told her.
Cade tipped Jaycee’s head back with his index finger. She looked up—and up—until her eyes reached his face. Involuntarily, she drank in his handsome features. She started with his tousled strawberry-blond hair, lowering her gaze to his green eyes, prominent nose, and the dimples on each side of his mouth. She saved his sexy lips for last.
Oh, how she loved those lips. When they’d been younger, she’d loved to stroke his bottom lip with her fingers. He always responded with a sly smile followed by a nip or a lick that left them wanting since they never followed through with a kiss.
Without conscious thought, Jaycee brushed her index finger across his bottom lip as she’d done a million times before. When it dawned on her what she was doing, she recoiled and jerked her hand back. Cade’s face fell, but he quickly masked it with a smile.
“Darlin’, that was not a request,” he informed her with a twinkle in his green eyes. He grabbed her hand and tugged her toward the hardwood floor in the middle of the bar. She was pretty sure it wasn’t supposed to be an actual dance floor, but he obviously didn’t care.
When he reached his destination, Cade stopped, and just as she had imagined, he pulled her close and started dancing. The lack of music didn’t intimidate him in the least. He swayed back and forth, leading her around in a circular motion.
Cade didn’t speak, and neither did she.
The contented feeling she’d always experienced in his or Gray’s presence filled her senses. She closed her eyes and relished this moment, knowing that when he stopped, he would go. Cade had Gray, just as he’d wanted. There was no room for her.
 

ADULT EXCERPT


Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”
Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.
Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”
Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.
“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.
Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.
Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.
“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.
Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.
Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”
Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.
Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”
Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”
Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”
Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.
“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.
Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.
Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.
A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.
“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.
Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.
She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”
Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.
She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”
“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”
Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”
Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”
Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.
Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.
“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.
Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”
“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”
She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.
Jaycee screamed.


Want To Play A Game....Let's Hunt!



 
Everyone knows how much I love to play games so when my friend and fellow Siren author, Stacey Espino, asked me to join in a Scavenger Hunt, my answer was a, "YES!" 

Stacey is celebrating the second anniversary of her first published book, and she is giving away a Brand New Amazon Kindle OR $100.00 Paypal Cash to mark this momentous occasion!  (Feel free to scream in excitement...I put in my earplugs before I started this blog)

So, are you ready to play?  Well, you will have to wait until tomorrow, February 23, 2012, to actually join in the hunt.  But to get you ready, you will need to grab an EMF Detector, Thermal Scanner, Video Camera, Digital Audio Recorder...Wait! Wait! Wait! That is for ghost hunting.  Hold on for a sec, I know I have those rules around here somewhere.

Aha!  Here we go.  The rules for the Scavenger Hunt:
  1. Go to each of these websites/blogs:  
  2. At each website/blog, you will search for the hidden Key To Your Heart which looks like this:
      3.  Once you have found all seven hearts, send an email with the exact location 
           of each icon and your name to staceyespino@gmail.com.


That's it!  Easy, huh?  The winner will be chosen on March 23, 2012 so jot that date on your calendar and keep a look out.  You just might be the lucky winner!  

Oh! One more thing...Each of these authors has an upcoming or new release so you might want to have a look around and see what kind of goodies these writers have in store!  Happy hunting!

-Mia


Participants New/Upcoming Releases:
 
Mia Ashlinn:
Stacey Espino:
Jan Bowles:
Pat Cunningham:
Sophie Oak:
  • Pure Bliss (Nights in Bliss, Colorado 6) is coming March 16th!

Winona Wilder:



Karma Is A Bitch...Isn't She?


 “Ain’t no running from Karma.” – Black Eyed Peas




                If I had a dime for every time I said, “Karma’s a bitch,” I would be filthy, stinking rich.  Then again, I think a lot of people would be.  Just ask Justin Timberlake.  His hit, “What Goes Around Comes Around”, won a Grammy, went to number one on the Billboard Hot 100, and was certified platinum in the United States alone.  


(This video shows an extreme case of Karma’s vengeance, but you get the idea.)


               
 I know that isn’t important information.  It’s just random trivia that I had to spout because I’m filled with useless entertainment facts and figures.  It’s a gift.
                Anyway, I’ll get back to the subject—Karma is an evil wench who loves to torture people for their misdeeds against humanity.  I think I’m going to condense that mouthful to “Karma is a bitch” and collect a dime.
What is Karma like in action?  Let’s see…A man cheats on his significant other, Karma’s going to get him.  Maybe, his ‘special friend’ will turn around and cheat on himI’m in a generous mood; otherwise, I would call his ‘special friend’ a home wrecker.   Or, it could be that he ends up with an incurable STD from the ‘home wrecker’.  Well, my generous mood didn’t last very long, now did it?  Even better, he might contract some vile disease that makes his penis shrivel up and die.  Okay, okay, I’m being a tinge melodramatic. Go figure. 
Moving along…A woman stabs her friend in the back, oh yes, Karma’s going to get her.  If she is lucky, Karma will get her before the betrayed friend does.  Karma may be a bitch (another dime, please), but hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.




Then there’s the car that cuts you off because you are going too slow in the fast lane…guess what, Karma’s going to get him  (Yes, I am quite gleeful about this…I tend to be a road rage kind of woman).  The driver hurries up to the traffic light, and it goes red.  He then catches every, single red light for the rest of his drive.  Oops, the jerk is late for work. Sucks to be him, right?
What about the person…Well, you get the idea.  I don’t think you want me to spend hours listing off the selfish, spiteful, and sometimes sordid things people do to each other and how Karma will respond.  It’s not like I could be nearly as creative as Karma, anyway.





                But, why can Karma only be a bitch?  Yin has yang.  Dr. Jekyll has Mr. Hyde.  Why can’t Karma have a split personality?  Who says she can’t be nice and reward those who aren’t mean, hurtful, or downright nasty?  Maybe it’s wishful thinking, but I believe Karma is just and fair.  So, if someone deserves payback then they will get it but, if someone deserves a reward then it will come to them.



               
                I try to put into the world what I want back out of it.  Is it because I want to be friends with Karma?  Nope.  That’s just icing on the cake.  I do it because it makes me happy.  Do I believe that my need to be nice made a friend out of Karma?  Why, yes I do.  But, and this is a HUGE but, I also believe that I can easily piss Karma off and live to regret it.
Well, I think I’m going to wrap up this blog before I pull out the soap box and really go to town.  Since you have been good and kind by reading this posit, I will give you a little treat just in case Karma is busy….



 
Much Love,
-Mia





                The heroine in Destined To Be Three, Jaycee Dalton, finds herself on a journey where she discovers more than a few things about Karma.  Check it out when it releases tomorrow at Siren Bookstrand. 


Blurb:
Seeking change, Jaycee Dalton takes a huge gamble with a life-altering game of “Truth or Dare.” 

Jaycee’s innocuous dare lands her on the doorstep of a mysterious fortune teller who throws her a curveball that shakes her to the core:  The two loves of her life are coming for her.  She wanted change, and she was about to get it.

Grayson Blakemore and Cade McCoy have a love that most people only dream of, but they are missing one pivotal piece - Jaycee.  Tired of living half lives, Gray and Cade concoct a scheme with her friends to win her back. 

Shamelessly exploiting the dare she is taking, Gray and Cade kidnap Jaycee and prove that love is more than just playing sexy games.  When Jaycee discovers their devious plot, will she feel betrayed or will she turn the tables on them and play a game of her own?


Adult Excerpt:
Sitting back in his chair, Gray watched Cade stand up and skirt around the kitchen table before kneeling at his feet. Cade smiled up at him naughtily and said, “Breakfast time.”
Cade unsnapped Gray’s jeans then lowered the zipper and parted the material. With a lick of his lips, Cade pulled Gray’s engorged cock out of his pants and guided it to his mouth. He sucked the head of Gray’s dick inside, twirling his tongue around it.
Gray groaned as Cade’s teeth grazed the sensitive skin. “I thought you were hungry, damn it.”
Cade smiled around Gray’s cock and nodded his head.
“Well, so am I,” Gray ground out in frustration. He pushed his painfully hard cock all the way into Cade’s sweltering mouth slowly, inch by fucking inch, until the head pressed against the soft spot at the back of his throat. Gray grabbed Cade’s head in a firm grip, denying him any movement. He pulled out of Cade’s wet mouth then slid back in.
Cade cupped Gray’s balls and rolled them in one hand while his other hand dropped between his own legs to palm his jean-covered cock. He moaned around Gray’s dick, the vibrations driving Gray closer to the edge.
Blood pounded through Gray’s veins, racing through his body and heading straight for his throbbing cock. His hips turned into pistons, allowing him to plunge faster and deeper, his thrusts becoming more forceful. He face fucked his lover ruthlessly until his dick swelled, nearly doubling in size. A tingle ran down his spine and his balls drew up, ready for an explosive release.
“Oh, hell,” Jaycee gasped from the doorway with a mischievous smile. She dropped a bag of groceries on the tile and sauntered toward them, her hips swaying seductively with each step she took.
Jaycee touched Gray’s bicep, coasting her hand up his arm to his shoulder. She moved in behind his chair and leaned down, kissing the side of his neck sweetly. She slid her hands over his shoulders and down the front of his chest, kneading his muscles as she went.
Nibbling Gray’s flesh, Jaycee made a pathway to his ear. “It’s fucking hot to watch Cade suck your cock. It makes me so damn horny,” she whispered sultrily, pausing long enough to lick the shell of his ear with her soft tongue. “If one of you touched my pussy right now, I would come fast and hard—like Cade is about to make you.”
Gray groaned and gripped Cade’s reddish-colored hair tightly in his fist, using the strands to angle his head back. His hips surged forward burying his cock deep inside Cade’s mouth and he came with a shout as his body jerked. His cum burst from his dick, flooding Cade’s sexy mouth.
Cade closed his forest-green eyes and licked his lips. “Mmmm.”
Blowing in Gray’s ear, Jaycee murmured, “He loves your cum, Gray. It tastes so fucking good.” She grasped the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head. “I love the way it feels in my mouth.”
Gray turned his head and kissed Jaycee quickly but hungrily. Ripping his defiant lips from hers, he growled, “You’re so spanked.”
Jaycee grinned wickedly and said, “You’re so fucked.”
Gray shook his head in amusement, pulling his softened cock from Cade’s mouth. He bent over and kissed Cade, tasting the mixture of his cum with the natural flavor of Cade’s mouth. He covered Cade’s hand with his own, grinding the palm against the hard ridge of Cade’s cock.
“Fuck.” Cade hissed and shuddered as he orgasmed, his cum wetting the front of his jeans.
Jaycee strolled around the chair, glancing at Gray’s already-rebounding cock then the damp spot on Cade’s jeans. “My turn, boys,” she purred and stripped off her clothes.
Gray and Cade got to their feet, tearing at their clothes until they were naked and aroused.
A very nude, very sexy Jaycee swept all the cups and plates on the table onto the floor then crawled on top of it. Turning, she faced them and opened her legs.
“See how wet I am for you two?” She sighed, dipping her finger into her cunt then pulling it right back out. She held her hand up where they could see her wet finger perfectly.
“Jaycee Elizabeth,” Gray growled, advancing on her.
Cade moved around the other side and climbed onto the table behind her. He brushed her hair aside, his lips descending to the curve of her neck. Pressing small kisses to her skin, Cade’s arms snaked around her chest, and he palmed her breasts.
She arched her back with a moan. “Cade.”
Gray closed in on her, capturing her wrist and pulling it toward his awaiting mouth. Without taking his eyes off her face, he licked her juices off her finger, one swipe at a time.
She whimpered, her eyes locked to his lips. “Gray.”
“We’re hungry, sweetheart,” Gray told her, watching as her eyes widened. “Feed us.”
Instead of letting her ask, he led her hand between her gorgeous legs and placed it on her pussy. “Fuck yourself,” he ordered gruffly. “We want you for dessert.”
Cade lifted up, looking over her shoulder, without releasing her breasts from his hands. “I love dessert, darlin’.”
Jaycee leaned back into Cade with a sigh and shoved two fingers inside her saturated cunt. Thrusting her hand in and out, she finger fucked herself urgently.
Within seconds, her body tightened up and her eyes closed, concentration etched on her face.
“Stop,” Gray commanded gutturally.
Immediately, she stopped and opened her eyes slowly, revealing the lusty blue depths. “I was so fucking close, Gray.”
“Just a minute, sweetheart,” Gray whispered soothingly. “Give me your hand.”
She held her hand out to him, and he clasped it with a smile, moving it to her shoulder. He and Cade lowered their mouths, each of them sucking one finger inside. At the same time, Gray plunged three fingers inside her slick pussy.
Jaycee screamed.


               

Monday, February 20, 2012

There's No Place Like Home...Is There?




Can you really go back home?
            I asked myself that question when I drove around the neighborhood I grew up in with tears pouring down my face.  Was I crying because I felt warm and fuzzy?  Was I crying because I felt like I belonged in this place?  Was I crying because the memories of my childhood washed over me, and I was saddened by the loss of my innocence?  The answer is a resounding, “No.” 
The tears stemmed from the empty feeling in the pit of my stomach.  Looking around, nothing had changed.  The houses were still too close together and looked too much alike.  Kid’s toys and bicycles still lie scattered on most of the lawns, and cars lined the streets.  But, despite the similarities, I felt nothing.
            Grasping for a feeling, I drove aimlessly up one street and down another.  I found myself at my aunt’s house, my childhood best friend’s house, every house I lived in while growing up, the local ice cream parlor, the deli that I walked to every day for a yummy hoagie…well, you get the idea.  Yet, they were just buildings.  Somewhere along the way, I had broken away.




I felt so detached that my heart broke.  Then out of nowhere it hit me.  Those things hadn’t changed, but I had.  I wasn’t that child playing in my yard with the neighborhood kids, and I wasn’t visiting my favorite aunt so my mom could run errands.  Nor was I eating a hamburger in the ice cream parlor or chatting with owner of the deli.  My childhood friend and I rarely talk to each other and, generally, we only see each other once in a Blue Moon.  Everything had changed for me, and there was no going back.
            While driving back to my real home, I thought about the heroine, Jaycee Dalton, in Destined To Be Three returning home after three years of running and the joy she felt.  So, what was different for her?  Why didn’t I feel somehow complete? Why didn’t I experience any joy of my own?
            Well, the difference between us is massive.  I left home because I wanted bigger things with my husband and child.   Jaycee didn’t have the luxury of leaving for a better life or a great opportunity.  No, she ran.  She ran as fast as she could to get away, leaving behind the men she loved and the place where her heart belonged.  She left her home.




            Is the comparison of myself to Jaycee fair?  No, not really.  Jaycee grew up in Serenity, Kansas, and I certainly did not.  In Serenity, people truly care about each other.  They watch out for their neighbors, and they show up at someone’s front door for no real reason.  Everyone is in everyone else’s business, but that’s okay.  They don’t’ mind a bit because that’s what families and friends do.
Family, friendship, and love abound in this small town.  They accept every person.  No, actually, that isn’t the best way to describe it.  They wholly and completely love each other.  And when someone truly and unconditionally loves, they accept that person and all that comes along with them.  




Honestly, I am a little jealous that I don’t live in a place like this.  I would soak up the freedom and the openness that Serenity provides.  Walking down the street, my heart would sing watching the townspeople’s unconventional relationships—men and women who love each other enough to share, same sex couples whose love is treated with the respect and understanding they deserve, and couples who have a deep enough connection to be able to dominate and submit to their partner or partners.  The beauty of existing in a place where love is love and nobody has to worry about gossip or repercussions to their lifestyles would be magnificent.
Do I believe there is a place where life is like this?  Maybe, maybe not.  But, in my heart of hearts, I hope there is.  Personally, I’m not moving anytime soon so it has no true bearing on my life either way.  I will just have to settle for living vicariously through my characters.  Luckily, that is enough to fulfill me until one day I find a place like this one on a map.

-Mia