Wednesday, January 30, 2013

Doubling The When One Is Not Enough!

Happy Hump Day! I just wanted to give you all a heads up that I'm blogging over at When One is Not Enough today. I'm talking about how sometimes doubling the men means doubling the headaches. So if you have time, come by and see for yourself. XOXOXO!

Much love and lots of cherries,

Monday, January 28, 2013

I'm In The Mood...To Be a Tease!

Happy Monday all! As you may or may not know, I'm in the middle of editing my current baby...I mean book, Bound By Love's Gravity (The Doms of Kinky Kansas Book 1). So since I haven't been around much, I thought it would be fun to share a little something-something from what I've been up to over the past couple of weeks. I hope you enjoy!


Surprisingly, Deke was on her and Adam before she could catch her breath. He advanced on them, backing both her and Adam into the apartment then slamming the door behind him. As soon as they were alone, Deke growled at Adam. And Adam growled back.
Sarah eyed one man then the other. Suddenly, she felt like the weak prey thrown between an African Lion and an Asian tiger. Oh, purple pickle eater. What do I do now?
But Sarah didn’t have to do anything. Deke did it for her. He charged straight for Adam and grabbed the collar of his cashmere sweater before hauling him up against him. Then he did the last thing Sarah expected. He slammed his lips onto Adam’s.
Their kiss was hot, fiery enough to start a blaze in a torrential downpour. Sarah gasped as the flames coming off them touched her, licking at her flesh. Heat caressed every inch of her, and she felt a rope tugging her toward them as though she should be between them, as if she should go to them. But she didn’t.
Instead, she watched Deke and Adam in fascination as their passion exploded. They ravaged each other. Their tongues came out and clashed. She heard the sounds of their harsh, choppy breaths. And oh, goodness, the tension coiled between them—so much arousal, so much anger. It shouldn’t excite Sarah. Yet it did.
Then suddenly, Deke broke the kiss with a groan. “Stop pushing this,” he snapped. “Stop pushing me.”
Adam glared at Deke with eyes that spoke of love, lust, and absolute, undiluted fury. “No.” That was all he said—nothing more, nothing less.
Deke frowned. “Adam Stanton, back the fuck off.”
“No,” Adam repeated.
“Yes,” Deke growled.
Sarah felt silly standing there in silence. There was so much to say, and she didn’t know where to start. Finally, she managed to croak, “Deke.”
Without releasing Adam, Deke turned and looked at her. “What?” he barked. Then something inside Deke changed. He went stone-cold, his face closing up. But his eyes remained angry. For some reason, Sarah sensed that his anger had nothing to do with her or Adam. She just didn’t know why.
Only Deke didn’t give her a chance to ask. He dropped Adam then gave them both his back. A second later, he was gone from the room. Although, at least this time he didn’t leave. He merely stalked away, heading back into the kitchen.
Sarah sighed. “I’ll be back,” she murmured before touching Adam’s arm then brushing a kiss on his cheek. “Deke needs me.”
She knew that her words were true. Deke needed her right now, even more than Adam did. And Adam clearly knew it, too, because he nodded and said, “Go.”

Monday, January 14, 2013

Mmm...Got to Love a Good Ole Foodgasm

How often have you said, "OMG. This is an orgasm for my taste buds"? I don't know about you, but I've said it a lot. In fact, I have probably uttered orgasm and taste buds in the same sentence more times than I've made wicked comments about popping cherries. And that's the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. I promise.

So you're probably going...What does a foodgasm have to do with the price of porn in Buttzville, Pennsylvania? Okay, you're probably not wondering. I just wanted to say that. LOL.

Actually, foodgasms are very important to me. Why? Because I'm a foodie. Yep, I'm one of those people with food on the brain and in the mouth. Heck, if I weren't an erotic romance writer, I would dream of being a food critic. Now that would be a job for, food, and more food. Food galore. Delicious, decadent food to sample at my pleasure...the flavor titillating my taste buds. Oh wait. Where was I?

Hmm...ah yes. I was talking about my food fetish.

Being a foodie is a part of who I am. And I am not referring to my waist size. I'm talking about how cooking and baking are two of my favorite hobbies. I'm referring to the fact that I travel just to eat sometimes. Literally, I have driven five hours to feast on BBQ at this hole-in-the-wall joint in Alabama. And boy was it worth it. I would do it again in a heartbeat. Mmm. Tender ribs with the tangy taste of vinegar-based BBQ sauce, coleslaw, and made-from-scratch potato salad. Crap, I feel a road trip coming on. Like now.

Focus. Breathe. You're blogging, Mia. Don't think about the yummylicious food. No, no, no. Bad girl.

Shew, you almost lost me to the luscious images of food. Speaking of images and food, how about I bombard you with some of the food from my WDW trip? They are some goodies.

Let's Start With What I Call The Food, Food...


Moving On to The Desserts...

 And these are just the decent snapshots I got. If you can't tell cameras don't like me...even the one in my iPhone. But anyway, you get the general picture. Please excuse the pun. 

Food is a passion for me. It's not just something to stuff my face with. Nor is it a means to an end to keep up my energy. I love food, just like I love sharing it with the people I care about. And lucky for me, I got to do that on this Monday's madness with you.

Until next your heart out, baby!

Much love and loads of cherries,

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Blogging at "When One Is Not Enough" today!

Happy Sunday everyone. I'm blogging over at When One Is Not Enough today about my inspiring Disney trip, my sudden surge in creativity, and my very own fairy-tale prince. I hope you'll take a minute to come check it out. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

Friday, January 11, 2013

Coming in February: "Bound By Love's Gravity"

Okay, okay. To some of you, the fact that Bound by Love's Gravity will be published by Siren Publishing is old news. But I wanted to go ahead and post it here. Why? Because I'm super excited for the first Doms of Kinky, Kansas book to be published. Wahoo!

Please excuse my squeals of delight. It's just that Sarah, Deke, and Adam's story is very near and dear to my heart. I've been dying to write it since the first time I typed Sarah's name in Shannon's Fairy-tale Foursome. So for me, February 25, 2013 cannot come soon enough!

Hope everyone has a great weekend. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

p.s. Because I feel like a little music, here is a peek into Sarah's playlist.

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

My Smutty Disney Photo Album...


Happy Hump Day! I just wanted to give everyone a heads up that I'm blogging about the naughty side of Walt Disney World at 69 Shades of Smut today. If you get a chance, swing by and check out my smut-filled photo album.

Much love and loads of cherries,

"If you can dream it, you can do it." - Walt Disney

Monday, January 7, 2013

Revenge is Luscious, and It's Mine....on Mia's Monday Madness

Happy Monday everyone! I'm still on vacation, but I just had to take a little revenge on my "Disgruntled Assistant" aka Tina for breaking and entering my office last week.

How am I going to do that? Well, it's easy. My assistant has a, shall we say, fetish for one of the heroes in my WIP. So I'm going to share a snippet from his that does not include the object of her obsession, Sam Carrington. *Rubs hands together* Hehehe. I'm evil like that.

I hope you enjoy the snippet. Goodness knows that she won't!

Have a wonderful week. I'll be back home in just a few more days. Until then, don't do anything I wouldn't. XOXOXO!

Love and cherries,

 Unedited Excerpt from WIP

Sixty-nine miles away, in Serenity...
Groaning, Brett Monroe finished his last set of crunches then flopped onto the floor, cringing when his sticky back met the white carpet. Probably should've picked a better place. Ethan is going to be pissed with a capital P if I stain his precious flooring.
Brett rolled his eyes. Since when had he ever given a fuck about pissing off Ethan? Hell, half the time he was trying to piss off his best friend. Or lover or whatever he is this week.
Brett growled in the silence. Being friends with benefits sucked. He would love to hunt down the idiot who'd come up with that term and kick him in the nuts. Maybe then, he would keep his dick in his pants. Maybe I should be the one to keep my dick locked up.
Making a disgusted sound, he rolled over and pushed himself off the floor. Enough with this bullshit. I have things to do.
Only he didn't, not really. He was home alone—again. Ethan was at Her Majesty's Pleasure tending bar, where he spent most nights now that Sam was missing in action. The infuriating man refused to replace their...Shit, I don’t even know what to call Samemployee, friend, family member? What?
Brett shrugged. He figured it didn't matter either way. Sam was gone, and that was that.
Grabbing the shirt he'd been wearing off the couch, Brett wiped the sweat from his face and neck before heading to the shower. However, he didn’t make it that far. When he passed Sam's old bedroom, he stopped and stepped inside.
The damn room looked exactly like it had when he and Ethan had returned home from their Thanksgiving trip a few months ago. They’d practically begged Sam to go on the holiday vacation with them, but he’d refused. They hadn’t understood—until they came home and found him gone.
Strolling around the room, Brett tried to remember everything that had been there before Sam left. Even though it was silly, he wanted every detail ingrained in his mind. He didn’t want to forget. Since pretty much everything was gone, forgetting seemed far too easy to him. And he didn’t like that prospect one damn bit.
Moving around the room at will, Brett was drawn to the bed. Or he should say that he was lured to what he knew was lying on top of the comforter, the one and only thing Sam hadn’t taken—a picture of the three of them together on a camping trip as teens.
Nearing the photo, Brett did something he rarely did. He picked up the frame and looked at the image inside it. Instantly memories flooded his mind, causing his heart to ache fiercely in his chest. But still, his lips twitched against his will, curving upward in a fond smile.
That camping trip should have been the biggest fucking disaster because it had stormed the most God-awful storm. Yet it hadn’t been. Shit, looking back, that night of male bonding had probably been the best night of his life—at least, up until that point. Neither he nor Sam or Ethan had minded the torrential downpour or the ear-splitting claps of thunder. No, they’d been together. And that was all that had mattered. Just the three of them against the world.
"Remembering the good times?"
Ethan's voice from the doorway startled Brett, and he lost his grip on the frame. "No," he growled.
“Liar,” Ethan accused, stomping into the room.
"Why aren't you working?"
"I shut down early."
Brett snorted. ''Bullshit."
"Fine, I hired a new guy in town."
Brett’s head snapped up at Ethan's announcement. "What?"
Glancing away, Ethan shrugged. ''I figured I might as well do it. Sam isn't coming home, and no one will tell us where he went. So I say, Fuck it."
Brett grimaced. They'd tried their damnedest to find Sam, but they hadn't had any luck. His two friends Deke Andrews and Brooklyn Sokolov had made sure of that. With enough money and a psychic, anyone could disappear. "Why the sudden change?"
Ethan ran a hand through his stylishly disheveled blond locks. "I don't know. The new guy needs a job, and I'm tired of working sixteen hour days."
"I'm tired of it too," Brett grumbled without thinking. "We never get to spend time together anymore."
Ethan slid his hunter green eyes to Brett, sensuality seeping from their depths. "Are you saying you've missed me, big boy?"
Brett’s cock stirred to life, twitching furiously in his pants. "What do you think?"
“I think you're full of shit,” Ethan declared as he cut eye contact then dropped down onto the side of the bed.
Leaning back, Ethan braced himself on his elbows. His new position gave Brett a better look at his fit body. The tight blue shirt he wore clung to the hard contours of his chest and the flat slab he called a stomach. And the low-riding jean he preferred molded to his lean hips and long legs. His long, hard, strong legs. The ones that go on for days and feel so damn good wrapped around my back as I plow inside him. Oh my God. No.
Brett ground his teeth together, trying to hold back his aroused groan. Then he lifted his gaze to Ethan's smirking face. ''Don't push me, pretty boy."
Oh yeah. That fixed Ethan. He clamped his jaw shut then flipped Brett off.
“That’s what I thought,” Brett gritted out.
“You know what? I’m not playing around anymore,” Ethan said as he shot himself off the bed and stalked toward Brett. “We’re fucked without Sam. You know it, and I know it.”
Unwilling to back up even a step, Brett stood firm. “News flash, Ethan. We figured that out months ago.”
“No. I mean us.
Shit, Brett knew exactly what Ethan meant. They couldn’t be together without Sam, not the way they had been. It just wasn’t right. “This is fucked up, E. Sam wasn’t sleeping with us when he was here. He had the No Fuck Zone going on, unless there was a woman between us. Now he’s gone, and we both have the NFZ permanently etched on our asses.”
Ethan pinned him with a frigid look. “Tell me you don’t miss him. Tell me you don’t love him. I dare you.”

Sunday, January 6, 2013

A Luscious Contest...

Good morning everyone! As I sit in my hotel room this morning blogging, I'm wondering something. What, you ask? Well, I'm curious if anyone knows who the three heroes in the first Love in Luscious, Kansas books are. Since I'm such a nice woman (wink, wink), I will give you one hint. The first hero is Sam Carrington...Who are the other two heroes?
If you know the answer, email me at or message me on Facebook by midnight tonight. Everyone who gets it right will be entered into a drawing for $10 in Bookstrand Bucks. Good luck!
 p.s. Tomorrow, the answer will be revealed to all on here! There might be a snippet, too! Keep your eyes peeled. :)