Monday, July 30, 2012

Come...Play...With Me!


Happy Monday! I thought it would be fun to start off the week with a game. Well, since You Might Be A Pervert If... is one of my favorites, it was my obvious choice.

Before you read this, keep in mind that I had way too much fun playing You Might Be a Pervert If...with my friend, Tina. What had started out as a casual discussion about my next blog exploded, and we spent a couple of hours on the phone. Yes, we giggled a lot. And I might have choked on my drink—once or twice. Thank goodness, it was just a Coca-Cola.

Hmm…wonder what this game would have been like if it had been something with a little kick. Maybe next time I will play the liquored up version. That has possibilities…scary ones.  :)

Okay, okay. Let’s get down to it. Here we go:


You Might Be A Pervert If…


  • You go into a used book store and get a cheap thrill when you see that they have a copy of the notorious BDSM study guide, Screw the Roses, Send Me the Thorns…even though you already have a copy of your own. (A copy that you paid a lot more for—I might add.)
  • You wind up at the wrong store because you naturally assumed that your shopping partner meant the toy store that sells dildos rather than the one that sells baby dolls. (Hey, it’s an honest mistake!)
  • You go into that adult shop and ask the clerk more than twenty-five questions.  (I was just curious. I promise. Seriously, who else could I ask?)
  • You manage to stump the clerk with three or more of those same questions. (Okay, I might have gotten a little overzealous with my line of questioning.)
  • You know the layout of the adult shop you’re visiting without looking around. If you can maneuver through the store blindfolded….well, you’re extra pervalicious!
  • You go into the adult shop…just to talk to the clerk. (In my defense, sometimes a girl just needs to talk to her favorite salesperson.)
  • You buy music for the striptease and sex factor instead of the actual musical quality. (Can we say,  The PCD, Nelly Furtado, Britney Spears, Missy Elliott, and Ginuwine?)













Damn, I got a little happy with the music. Such a shock, I know. I can hear your gasps around the world. So...anyway...Is it me or does anyone else feel the desperate need to dance? 

Ughh...wait. I didn't say that aloud? Did I? Surely not. Or, at least, I hope not. Me and dancing? Yikes! I would never do that in public. Umm...Let's get back to the game. Yep, that's what we should do.

Let's see...where was I? Oh yes, that last song leads me right back into the game.

  • You drive past a Farm and Home or a Farmer’s Co-op and have to stop because you think, “Oh! I need a new riding crop.”
  • You know what aisle the condoms are on at the grocery store—by memory
  • You have and/or use a coupon for Magnum Ice Cream—despite the fact that you don’t particularly like the Belgian chocolate covered ice-cream bars. You just want to eat them because they remind you of condoms and well-endowed men.


  • You see that the following item is on sale. But you can only think of the naughty things to do with it…not how good it will taste on your pie.



  • You stand in the grocery aisles and take pictures of seemingly innocent items with plans to pervert them...or post them in your blog while playing You Might Be a Pervert If...
  • You buy popcorn at the grocery store—just to watch with porn. (Mmm…butter!)
  • You enjoy when your purchases ring up to exactly $69.
  • You go by the massage section in Target or Walmart and giggle.
  • You walk through the curtain section of any store and think of bondage when you see the tie-backs.
  • You ask your significant other to crack a wooden spoon against your ass cheek to check for sturdiness while in the middle of a busy store.
  • You go into a furniture store and do one or more of the following things:
    1. Spot a couch and think to yourself, “Hey! I saw that one in an adult movie.” If you buy it…well, hey…more perverted power to you!
    2. You have to ask, “How strong are those posts?” before you purchase a bed.
    3. You bend over a table and ask your significant other, “Is this the right height?”
    4. You straddle your significant other to check for comfort and height of a kitchen chair. 


So...how about you? How many of these have you done? Or, even better, how many of them will you do now that you've read this blog? I hope you'll try them all! 

Have a great week everyone! I know I will. It Takes Three to Fly (Sweet Serenity #3) releases this Friday, and I am so excited that I can barely stand myself. :)

Love and cherries,
-Mia

"We need you, kitten. For us, it takes three to fly." -Landon Tolliver, It Takes Three to Fly

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

"It Takes Three to Fly" is Now Available for Pre-order!!!

Happy Hump Day! I just found out that my next Sweet Serenity book, It Takes Three to Fly, is now available for pre-order at Bookstrand! Woohoo!


“Love doesn’t run. It flies.”
After learning at a young age how much loving someone can hurt, Katie-Anne Blakemore shut herself off emotionally from everyone around her. She has spent years cloaking herself in a tough-as-nails exterior, keeping everyone at a distance. But, with hiding come secrets.
Shane Jacobs has secrets of his own, only his stem from a past he wants to forget. Jaded by his childhood, Shane allows himself to be blinded to the real woman in Katie-Anne—until one night changes everything.
Trapped in the web of hidden truths by both of the people he loves, Landon Tolliver only keeps one secret of his own. A truth his pride refuses to reveal.
When the three lovers unite, secrets are revealed, the past rises again, and tragedy strikes. Will their love give them the strength to fly? Or will they find themselves trapped on the ground forever?



Love and Cherries,
-Mia

Tuesday, July 24, 2012

It's My Day to Rock the 69 Shades of Smut Blog!!!

Hello everyone! I just thought I would let you know that I'm blogging over at 69 Shades of Smut today. I'm sharing a glimpse into a trip that I recently took to Serenity, Kansas where I hung out with Katie-Anne Blakemore, the heroine in my next book titled It Takes Three to Fly. So come join us at Lou's Cafe while we sip on sweet milkshakes and dig into some Serenity gossip. I know you'll have a good time. Hope to see you there. XOXOXO!

Have a great day!

Love and cherries,
-Mia

Friday, July 20, 2012

What a Great Way to Start My Weekend...


I think I am head-over-heels in love with Fridays! It has moved up in the ranks and is now neck-and-neck with Hump Day.

My Friday fascination started last week when Siren Publishing released Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome (Sweet Serenity 2) on Friday the 13thThen it continued into this week when I received a book cover for my next book, It Takes Three to Fly (Sweet Serenity 3). And I have a sneaking suspicion that it will carry on in two weeks when It Takes Three to Fly releases on guess what...a Friday! Yep, I am seriously loving Fridays.

I hope you are having as great a start to your weekend as I am!

Love and kisses,
-Mia

In honor of my newest cover...


Wednesday, July 18, 2012

Yeah Baby Yeah! I'm the Guest at the Righteous Perverts Chat TONIGHT!



Happy Wednesday! I hope everyone is having a beautiful start to their day! I know I am, but that is probably because I'm so excited to be the guest chatter at my favorite Wednesday night hangout, the Righteous Perverts chat.  Looks like my Hump Day is going to be filled with naughtiness. Okay, scratch that. It is going to be filled with more naughtiness than normal...if you can believe that.

Anyway, I would love for each and every one of you to join us. If you are over 18, love to talk about smutty books, and have a naughty mind, swing by www.righteousperverts.com some time between 9 pm ET/8 pm CT and 10 pm ET/9 pm CT to chat with me and the other Righteous Perverts. We would love to have you. I hope to see you there! XOXOXO!


Love and Cherries,
-Mia


"Gonna get rowdy. Gonna get a little unruly. Get it fired up in a hurry." - Christina Aguilera, Dirrty

(Yes, I am showing my age. LOL.)


Sunday, July 15, 2012

Guest Blogging at When One Is Not Enough!



Good morning! I hope that everyone is having a fabulous weekend filled with love and laughter. Those are the best kinds of days off for me! I just wanted to let you know that I am guest blogging at When One Is Not Enough today about making menages magical...without fairies, dragons, shapeshifters, or any other mythical creatures. If you get a chance, swing by and check it out here!

Love and Cherries,
-Mia


Friday, July 13, 2012

It's Release Day for Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome!!!


Happy Friday the 13th. Dum-dum-dum. This notoriously unlucky day is a very special one for me. My second book, Shannon’s Fairy-tale Foursome (Sweet Serenity #2), releases today! Yay! Woohoo! Yipee!

Now I must confess that I tend to be superstitious. However, I’ve decided that having a Friday the 13th as a release date is rather awesome. So, guess what. I’m turning over a new leaf.


A new day has come…




...and it will be a fairy-tale





....and it will be perfect.





Okay, okay. I’m past all that hokey music that I adore. For a few seconds anyway.

If you can’t tell, release days do two huge things to me–make me cheesy and get me singing. Oh wait. I do that every day. Hmmm…well, I shall amend my initial statement. Release days do two primary things to me–make me extra, extra cheesy and get me singing at the top of my lungs. Yep, that’s better.

All kidding aside, I find that my sentimental streak and my musical mania tend to twine together around the time of release. If I were a guessing kind of gal, which I totally am, I would think it’s because I get reminiscent of the love story and the characters which leads me back to the playlist that I created for them…and that gets me singing…which gets me thinking about the book all over again. It’s a vicious–yet delicious–cycle. Goodness knows that I’m all about delicious.

Well, since I’m a firm believer in sharing, I thought it would be fun to reveal my playlist to you. So, are you curious yet about my playlist? Or, at least, Shannon’s playlist? Because if you want to see my playlist, we will need hours together. I might have one or two of them…or twenty.

How about it? Do you want to know what made the cut for Shannon? Good, because here it is (in alphabetical order because I’m anal like that)…


Shameless by Garth Brooks



Now, I have to say that each of these songs has a special place in my heart. When I hear them, I get a goofy, mushy grin on my face. I might even sigh, giggle, or blush—depending on my mood.

Why you ask? I have no clue. Honestly, I don’t. But it could be because whenever the musical notes and lyrics come over the speakers, my mind is flooded with memories of writing the story. Or it could be because the song makes me think fondly of a sweet scene, a silly scene, or maybe a sexy scene. And who knows? It could even be because the songs were handpicked for the characters so I go, “Oh! Oh! Oh! That makes me think of (please fill in the character name here).” It’s hard to tell. But no matter what the cause, I have an emotional response to these songs, and I hope you do too.

I want to wish everyone a safe, happy, and extremely lucky Friday the 13th.  If you’re interested in Shannon’s Fairy-tale Foursome, check it out at Bookstrand now!

Love and Cherries,
-Mia





Once upon a time, in an unorthodox Kansas town, there was a teenage girl named Shannon Roberts who fell in love with her best friend's three larger-than-life brothers. But a deranged killers threats destroyed any chance she had for happiness with Jared, Drew, and Randy Dalton.

Thirteen years later, Shannon receives a life-altering phone call telling her that her parents' murderer is dead. Instead of feeling relieved, Shannon is left heartbroken. She’d pushed away Jared, Drew, and Randy for nothing, and the triplets have moved on without her.

When Shannon’s best friends dare her to have a makeover, she is forever altered—mind, body, and soul. With a new sense of empowerment, Shannon realizes it is time to fight for her fairy tale.

Will a spicy invitation entice the men back into Shannon's arms and save their happily ever after, or will outside forces tear them apart once again?



Story Excerpt

“You guys didn’t have to walk me to the front door.” Shannon smiled hesitantly, staring straight ahead at the buttons on Jared’s dress shirt. “I appreciate it, though.”
Jared ran a callused finger down her right cheek and under the side of her jaw, trailing slowly to her chin. He lifted her chin high enough that she met his heavenly blue eyes. “We wanted to, princess.”
Princess. She was no princess, and she didn’t want to be one. Being a princess in a far-off kingdom where a title was only a title held no appeal. But, with him, she wanted to be a princess. With him, she was one.
Jared was her fairy tale. And so was Drew. And Randy. They were her princes, and she was their princess. If it weren’t for the villain, she would have had her happily ever after years ago.
I can have my happily ever after starting now, damn it. If she wanted them, she had to tell them. They put themselves on the line for her—time and again. Why couldn’t she do the same?
Throwing aside fear and gathering her courage, Shannon blurted out, “Do you want to come in?” She slapped her hand over her mouth, surprised that she finally said the words she wanted to say, not what was expected of her or what she had to say to protect them and herself or what her guilt told her to say. She said what she wanted and needed. It might not be everything she wanted to say, but it was a start. “I, um, don’t have any coffee or anything like that. But I baked homemade cookies yesterday. Oh, and I made some tea.”
“We would love to,” Jared said, his eyes boring into hers. The intensity of his gaze stole her breath. Without words, he told her he knew what she meant. He understood this was more than cookies and tea, and he loved her for it.
Randy appeared to be on the same page as his brother. With a grin, he held out his hand for her keys. She dropped the bulky key chain into his palm without hesitation. This felt too right to be wrong.
Randy grabbed her hand before she pulled it away and brought it to his lips for a poignant kiss. “Thank you.”
Startled and confused, she asked, “For what?”
Neither man answered her. Instead, they jumped into action. Randy unlocked the door and pushed it open while Jared swung her up into his robust arms and walked into her apartment. Following them inside, Randy closed the door behind him.
Unable to wait another minute, she had to know, “When will Drew be here?” Her impatient question came out too sharp, making her sound abrupt and insolent. She truly didn’t want to sound rude, but she needed him. The night couldn’t begin without their final link, Drew.
Randy’s startled, “Oh,” made her stomach drop to the floor. He wasn’t coming. Of course he wasn’t. She felt stupid and hurt and angry with herself—all at once.
“Don’t say it,” she choked out, her voice wavering with each passing word. Hearing their inevitable answer would only do damage. She didn’t need a confirmation. “You don’t have to. I know.”
Jared strode over to the old, beat-up couch. Sitting down gingerly, he held her close in his arms. “Princess,” Jared said, his voice soothing her, slowing her heart rate, and relieving some of the tension in her chest. “He wants to be here, but he isn’t ready.” He pushed a stray strand of her red hair away from her face. “You weren’t ready and now he isn’t. Give him the time he needs. He’ll come around.”
An enormous, looming presence came up behind her and plopped down next to them, squishing the mustard-yellow cushion under his fine ass. Unlike his older brother, Randy wasn’t careful or hesitant. He was just there. She loved that about him. Randy wouldn’t let her sulk or treat her with caution. He understood her need to steer clear of the pity parties. “Baby doll, stop worrying or beating yourself up or whatever you are doing in that pretty head of yours. It will work out. Just relax.” Randy laid his warm hand between her shoulder blades, rubbing up and down. The slow, methodical way his hand moved aroused her as much as it relaxed.
Clenching her thighs together, she prayed for the ache in her pussy to go away. She couldn’t fuck them without Drew. She wouldn’t. No. No. No. This wasn’t going anywhere, at least, not tonight and not until Drew was with them. Yeah, keep telling yourself that, sister.
Without thinking of the consequences, she squirmed in Jared’s lap.
The cock pressed against her ass jumped, and Jared growled. “God. Shannon, don’t move. I am trying to be sensitive to your feelings. Keep that up, and I won’t stop until I’m between your sexy legs. Fuck sensitivity.”
She froze and so did Randy. His hand halted midback, and he leaned closer to her, whispering wickedly, “Keep that up, baby doll. Be a bad girl and give us a reason to stop being the considerate gentlemen.”
Whipping her head around, she peered at Randy. The sensual promise in his heavy-lidded, blue eyes drew her in, making her hormones override her good intentions. She trembled, her body vibrating with the need to be closer to his. “I’m tired of being well behaved. Can’t I be bad for just a little while?”


Adult Excerpt

Smashed chest to chest with Jared on the couch, Shannon’s nipples beaded behind the fitted bodice of her dress. With each downward grind of her pelvis, her breasts bounced, the sensitive peaks nearly painful as they rubbed the fabric against his brawny chest. Cursing the clothes separating them, she pulled back enough to jerk her strapless dress down, revealing her aching mounds to Jared.
Jared’s eyes widened dramatically as his naked gaze feasted upon her breasts. “My God, they’re beautiful.” He grabbed her face, crashing his lips against hers, his hard to her soft, his demanding to her giving. He kissed her as though she were both his first meal and his last. The gluttonous melding of mouths short-circuited her brain, halting her movements and stealing her breath.
With her control wavering, Randy seized the upper hand. He brushed her hair aside then caressed the delicate skin on the back of her neck, just below the hairline, with his callused fingertip. He worked his way lower, trailing his finger down her back languidly and causing her body to arch as one shiver after another slithered along her spine.
She broke Jared’s kiss, throwing her head back and moaning for all she was worth.
Randy’s hand met the lacey fabric of her thong and hastily thrust it aside. He caressed the indentation above her cleft, drawing invisible circles inside. Each loop of his finger brought him closer to her ass, teasing her until she cursed him vehemently. “Damn you, Randy Dalton. Touch me!” His finger slowed drastically, the torment of his being so close yet so far, driving her to begging, “Please, Randy. I need you. Touch me. Please just touch me.”
“I think our woman wants you to touch her tight, little asshole,” Jared informed his brother smugly.
She grunted an agreement despite her compulsion to smack the smugness right out of Jared. If she wasn’t burning inside and in dire need of an orgasm, she would have.
“Okay,” Randy acquiesced.
Shannon realized a moment too late that he’d complied too easily, too readily, and without protest. A biting pinch to her ass reminded her. She yelped in agony, but then a warm, radiating feeling bloomed in her ass and, within seconds, her blood pumped through her veins with the ferocity of a freight train. She glanced over her shoulder at Randy, giving him the evilest eye she could muster in her aroused state, and snarled, “You fucking asshole.” Don’t stop. Give me more.
Jared slapped his hand across her mouth, swallowing up a sizable portion of her face. “Princess, don’t dig your grave any deeper.” Rather than heed Jared’s wise advice, she scowled at him and then bit his palm as hard as she could.
“Tread carefully, Shannon.” Jared’s reasonable tone vanished, his voice taking on a harshness that would scare most sane people, not that it affected her in any way. When it came to the Dalton brothers, she wasn’t of sound mind or body. Her wet panties drove that point home. Smiling devilishly, Jared added, “I bite back.”
“As do I,” Randy informed her, illustrating his point with a nip to her ass.
Pissed off, she ranted at the two men, regardless of the hand muffling her tirade and their complete disregard to her temper tantrum.
Randy lifted up and pressed his lips to the back of her neck where his finger had been only moments ago. He moved downward with wandering lips, his tongue licking an identical path from her neck to her ass as earlier. He stopped to lave the hollow spot just above the crevice, giving her a taste of the forbidden, but not the feast she craved.
Jared removed the hand covering her mouth. “I want to hear you moan,” he murmured, giving her a lingering kiss. “I crave the sound of your lusty cries.”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Make me scream.” And Randy did just that. His mouth dove into the cleft between her ass cheeks and found her rosette easily. He swiped his warm, velvety tongue across her rear entrance before rimming her forbidden hole. His tongue teased the responsive bundle of nerves there, evoking violent tremors from her body.
“Randy,” she screamed as a fire started inside her and raced through her veins. Blood pounded in her ears, drowning out all sound around her. She closed her eyes, riding the swells of ecstasy rolling through her body, but she didn’t have much time to enjoy his carnal actions before he removed his lips from her ass. She lifted her too-heavy eyelids and protested, wanting more of the taboo act he’d committed.
Randy smirked, casually commenting, “We may fight over your pussy, but I know who gets dibs on that sexy ass of yours. Drew has an anal fetish and even I’m not a brave enough man to stand in his way.”
Drew’s name sobered her, snatching her from the sexual haze that clouded her mind. Her head fell forward and landed on Jared’s wide chest, the fabric of his shirt muting her as she mumbled, “I’m so sorry, but I can’t do this without Drew. I need him, too.”
“Well, I guess it’s a damn good thing I’m here then.”
Shocked, she snapped her head around, seeking Drew’s deep voice. He stood in the doorway, his six-foot-one-inch body dwarfing the frame, a mask of pure, unadulterated lust on his handsome face. She shivered, her arousal returning full force plus some. He was here. They all were. Everything she had ever dreamed of was about to come true.


















Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome is Available for Pre-order!



Okay, I just had to share with everyone that Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome is available for pre-order now at Bookstrand! Yay! Yipee! Woohoo! If you cannot tell, I'm rather excited. Yep, just a bit. Anyway, I should probably just give you the link before I embarrass myself with my super dorky - insanely happy - dancing and singing. Here it is...drumroll please...Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome!

Love and cherries,
- Mia

Monday, July 9, 2012

I Have A Cover for Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome!


Happy Monday! I am having a great start to my release week. I just received the cover for Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome which releases this Friday, July 13th! Yay!

Wow, I am getting exclamation mark happy. Like that is a shock to everyone reading this blog. I'm always sharing the exclamation mark wealth....almost as often as I share the smiley face wealth. ;)

 Hope everyone is having a fabulous start to their work week, too! XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,
-Mia

Friday, July 6, 2012

From Childhood Fairy-tale Dreams to Adult Fairy-tale Fantasies...


If someone had told me when I watched Beauty and the Beast for the first time that I would be nearing thirty-years of age and still turn into a sobbing, sappy mess when it comes to fairy-tales, I would have sighed. Bet you thought I was going to say laugh. But, no, I would have sighed like the hopeless romantic I am.

Now lots of people say they are hopeless romantics for one reason or another, and I say good for them—no matter what their reason. Hell, I give them a standing ovation because I wish the world was filled with more sentimental people. But I say that I’m a romantic because I am sitting here listening to Celine Dion and Peabo Bryson sing Beauty and the Best from the original motion picture soundtrack while I write a blog about adult fairy-tales. Yep, I am a cheese ball like that. And, if we are being completely honest here, that is only one of the many, many, many examples of my corny personality.

I’m one of those romantics—the overly sentimental ones. You know the people...

who...

….get chill bumps when watching Taylor Swift's Love Story music videoonly my sentimental moment has nothing to do with Taylor or her adorable prince. It is that exact moment when she knows he is coming for her, and they are going to live happily ever after. Can you hear my sighs through your computer speakers yet? If not, I am sure you will before the end of this blog post.


and whose...
heart palpitates when I see the above scene from Crazy Stupid Loveand it has nothing to do with my crush on Ryan Gosling (although that is a bonus) or the sex oozing between these two.


Hell, I have been known to...

...swoon whenever I see the above kiss between two of my favorite actors.


And, if you want to get technical, I am also the one who...

            ….can barely breathe when I watch the above kisseseven though I have seen all of them a million times over.


 And, yes, I am serious. I do every, single one of these things—often. But, as usual, I am straying from the topic. What is it with me? I start out on fairy-tales then I am sucked right into the mushy movies and music. It’s probably because...


 I heard this song...


...and watched this trailer.


Then I was a goner. Shew, there I go again…wandering away. Would someone just get me back on track? I’m thinking there are lots of dirty, naughty ways to go about it and lots of erotic toys to do it with.

Wait! I see you over there...don't you dare get that sadistic instrument of torture - oops, I mean toy - out. Nope, nope, nope. I will be good. I promise.





Every day of my life, I get to be the eight-year-old girl I was when I watched Beauty and the Beast and discovered the exquisite beauty of fairy-tale romances. I get to sigh and swoon while dreams of a world filled with princes and princesses float through my mind and then find their way onto paper. But, nowadays, I do it with a naughty twist. 

Why would the princess settle for one prince when she could have two...or, in some cases, three? And why would the princes merely bestow a chaste kiss upon the princess's lips when they could cherish her body with every delicious, decadent part of theirs? But it could just be me who fantasizes that way. After all, I am a dirty, dirty girl, and we are talking about my fictional world.

In Mia's Magical World of Menages, the heroines are always princesses. Only they don't have tiaras or glass slippers. And heroes are always princes. They just don't have armor, medals, or swords. And, of course, when they all come together, it's always magical.





Love and cherries,
-Mia

"Once in a while, right in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairy tale." - Author Unknown



Coming In Six Days...
Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome (Sweet Serenity #2)