Friday, November 30, 2012

Miranda Stork's Vigilante of Shadows Takes Center Stage!

I've got a special treat for you my lovelies! Author Miranda Stork is celebrating the release of the first book in her brand new series with a blog tour and a swag giveaway. Trust me, you don't want to miss out on this one. My alter ego, Tammy Dennings Maggy asked me to help out with the celebrations be spreading the party out between both of our blogs. She's set up a bit of a teaser with our usual Thursday Thirteen post over at Sassy Vixen Publishing. Here at The House of Taboo, we get to take it one step further and share the entire excerpt from Vigilante of Shadows. Doesn't that title sound yummy?  Here's what Miranda herself has to say about her new book.
"The action begins fast and hard with a murder, an immortal murderer, and a bright young police officer caught in the action. Oh, and shadow-people and a demon. Did I not mention those? Vigilante of Shadows sets the series off on a path that will be humorous  horrifying, and just a little bit steamy. A path where this time…the whole of humanity hangs in the balance."

Want to learn more? Me too! So grab your drinks and take your seats folks our special guest isn't quite ready to take the stage. Let's take a quick peek and see what's holding him up...

Sorry about that, Gerard! (snicker) We'll let you finish dressing and meet you out here on stage when you're ready to go. 

hehehe...yeah, I did that on purpose. Well, he had it coming! He turned on the water when I was in the shower and made me get blasted with a sudden blast of cold water...uh, yeah...hmmm. How about we take a look at that HOT cover now on the screens over Center Stage? Boys! Fire up the spotlight!


Are you sure?

I can't hear you...(the crowd goes wild with cheers and stomping of their feet)

Here ya go!

All images and writing related to Vigilante of Shadows is copyright and property of Moon Rose Publishing, and may not be copied, reproduced, or used in any form, digital or print, without the express written permission of
Moon Rose Publishing

Don't those eyes just pull you right in? And those lips...oooooo

(Gerard's voice calls out from back stage "Oh stop drooling over the demon, girly and tell them a bit more about the book before I give them the excerpt the beautiful Miranda sent over.)

LOL! Don't you all just love that man's accent? He's right. Let me read the blurb to you all while Mr. "I Am Always Running Around in a Towel Backstage" finishes getting dressed. ;)

(I heard that!)

Well, finish getting ready and get your sexy ass out here! 

Ahem...let's see...the it is!

Aodhan clutched uselessly at his head, groaning. He knew it was useless, because the voice was not inside his head. It followed him, skimming across buildings and land. It had followed him since he was sixteen, and it still followed him today, like a memory too horrific to be forgotten…

Aodhan is a shadow-demon, hardened and cold after years of being alone, after his love, his Entwined, was cruelly taken away from him. He has closed his heart to the world, and now spends his life ridding the world of men like those who took his beloved away, an immortal hit-man…

Arianwen Harris is a young DCI, working for York City Police. When a known criminal is found viciously killed, she finds herself trailing a hit-man who has seemed to escape clutches again and again…but she begins to find herself drawn to his dark charms and roguish good looks…

As their two worlds collide, Aodhan and Arianwen find themselves coming together to escape a far greater enemy, one that threatens to create a world far worse than the one they live in. As they battle to hold back the oncoming forces, fate has another plan; one to draw them together and heal their broken pasts together…

Ooooooo! I wanna hear more. How about you? (the crowd starts cheering and then suddenly they are on their feet and pointing. I turn around and there is the man of the hour looking as fine as ever all dressed up. *sigh* I do love him in that towel though!)

I see you haven't been behaving out here all by yourself. A guy can't finish his shower in peace without some firecracker trying to catch him naked!

You weren't so worried about me catching you naked last night.

I was just trying to do my part conserving water, darlin'. But seeing you all wet and soapy in there, all alone...well...what can I say?

Stop it! You are making me blush on my own stage. How about you read the excerpt for Miranda and then we can tell everyone how to enter to win some fantastic prizes?

(He winked at me before taking my hand and kissing it softly.) As you wish, darlin' just as long as you promise we take up this conversation again later, over dinner.

LOL! You drive a hard bargain. Go on. The stage is yours.

He paced along speedily, hands shoved deep in the pockets of his jeans. The sounds of the night surrounded him--distant cat song, the steady hum of far-off cars, the soft sound of wind whistling underneath people’s windows. He loved being out at night, not because it was a time when his ‘kind’ were more active, but simply because it was so much quieter than the day. The sounds of people rushing around disappeared, and left a peaceful calm with the soothing darkness.

Of course, there were the voices in his head, but that was another story.

He shrugged his shoulders up, cutting off the wind whistling around his neck. He wasn't particularly cold, but the noise was annoying when your ears were so sensitive that a pin dropping could sound like a two-ton weight.

Aodhan’s mind went back to the girl from the bar. He hadn't meant to be so brisk with her, but it was really best that no-one got that close. He… didn't do well with people any more. They always brought back memories of simpler times, of her. And besides that…he killed people. People who wouldn't die if they hadn't found out about them…

Aodhan was a demon.

A rare demon, as well, a shadow demon. He had been born to a Scottish clan just over eight-hundred years ago, to humans. Contrary to what he saw people believed in the media and books, demons were actually born to humans. There was no line of them, like vampires or werewolves. They were simply…random.

When he had been born, there were no noticeable signs of what he was. He just looked like any of the other babies born to them, strong and healthy, but definitely human.

As he grew older, he had shown great proficiency with all weapons, learning faster than any of the other boys in the clan. Even some of the boys older than him had a hard time keeping up. He was never big-headed about it though, simply trying to fit in with everyone else. However, the clan talked about how the strange-eyed boy was so much quicker and stronger than others twice his age, and whispered about ancient gods coming back to the earth. His looks weren't too odd for his clan, everyone having black, brown, or auburn hair. But his eyes were odd. All others in his clan had mostly blue eyes; some of them had brown eyes. But he had startling clear green ones, more like a cat than a human.

When he was thirteen, he suddenly began developing strange growths near his temples. After going to see the clan’s wise woman about it, she simply cackled, and whispered, “Those who are given the gift of darkness, should not fear the unknown.” He had shaken off the wise woman’s words, telling himself that she had finally gone crazy.

The growths had developed further, until they started to look like small dark horns, about the length of his thumb. They curled close to the curve of his head, smooth with small ridges forming at each stage of their growth. Luckily, Aodhan’s hair grew wild and long, allowing him to cover them up as much as he could.

By the time his twentieth year was reached, he was a well-loved member of his clan. He was kind and helpful to all, and helped to fight off their enemies more times than he could count on both hands. But he was holding a dreadful secret from his clan. Since his horns had grown, he had also noticed many other things. 

He had begun to...see things. Shadows.

When he was out hunting in the forest near to their home, he would think that he had seen someone moving in the trees behind him. But when he swung around to face them…nothing. Then he would hear a soft chuckle, his name being called on the wind. At night, in his bed as he tried to sleep, he would see black figures running around the walls. 

He had tried to tell the wise woman of the village again, thinking them to be spirits sent to drive him mad, or something worse. She simply shook her head at him, and chuckled, rocking herself to and fro. He had got used to the shadows by now, drawing the blanket up over his head so that he couldn't hear their taunting murmurs...

Aodhan suddenly stopped walking, snapping out of his daydream. He was sure he had seen one of...them. Looking all around, he scanned the buildings with his vivid eyes. The problem with them was that they could hide anywhere they chose--walls, buildings, floors, anywhere--especially at night.

The red brick buildings around him looked empty, the few alleyways just leading alongside the backs of houses, a small number of bins scattered about. No-one else was walking near him on the pavement, no sound anywhere.

Just as he was about to turn around and carry on walking, pulling his jacket up again, he heard something behind him. Something whispery and cold.


(Gerard Butler blows a kiss to the crowd before heading off the stage. He stops, turns to me and flashes that smile he knows will have my panties drenches in seconds. He taps his heart and bows deeply, never taking his eyes from mine. Bloody hell! So much for a quiet night in my jammies! LOL!)

Let's hear it one more time for Mr. Gerard Butler! (the crowd is on it's feet again, cheering wildly. Gerard slips off stage leaving me alone with my people.) Okay, okay! Settle down now. Mr. Sexy Pants has left the stage. It's time for a few more things before you go. Here's the Rafflecopter for you to enter to win some great Vigilante of Shadows swag from Miranda. Make sure you head over to Sassy Vixen and enter there too. That way you get DOUBLE the entries! 

Good luck and make sure you get your copy of Miranda's book today. I'm going to get mine as soon as I see Gerard back to his hotel suite. What? Can I help it if the man is too FINE to ever say no to? 

Vigilante of Shadows Release Day Giveaway

About the Author

I was born in Guisborough, North Yorkshire in 1987 and have lived in various places around Britain, including Newcastle and Glasgow.
My writing is inspired by various writers, including the vivid characters of Charles Dickens, the imagination of Stephen King, and the gothic imagery of Anne Rice.

My love of horror began at an early age, when I was only three or four. I could read proficiently at the age of three, and devoured fairy-stories, but I always had a bent towards the darker stories, such as the Brother's Grimm's tales...Red Riding Hood was always a firm favorite  although I always felt sorry for the wolf, despite him having tried to eat everyone!

Where to Find Vigilante of Shadows

Monday, November 12, 2012

Victorian Polyamory and Bisexuality...Oh My!

Even though I'm not fond of Mondays, here at The House of Taboo, we make our Mondays ROCK! It's time for our Oh My! Monday spot where we feature a steamy excerpt from the new release of one of our author friends. Today I'm happy to welcome Rose Anderson to the House. She's a friend of both myself and my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy. Enough about us. How about I turn over the stage and let her tell you about herself and her book Loving Leonardo.

Thanks for this wonderful promo opportunity, Tammy and Lia. After being out of the loop with my health issues for the better part of a year, I’m back with lots of news. You might say I’m on a blitz! 

As you know, my most recent novel in print is Loving Leonardo. It’s an unusual tale if I do say so myself. Though set in the late Victorian era, this polyamorous bisexual tale is a topical story. Acceptable sexuality is big in the news these days. And just a few months ago a well-known high-profile news man “came out of the closet”, so to speak. He said plainly that he always knew, and he always was, and he’s perfectly happy. That statement about being gay turned on the idea bulb over my head. How often in our lives do we truly come to know ourselves? 

Conversely Leonardo Da Vinci was a man torn between his true nature and a very unforgiving church doctrine. I’m a research hound and found something quite unbelievable -- liturgical documents of the early Christian church in the 10th through 12th centuries show ceremonies for same-sex unions between men. I find it so utterly absurd that 400 years later Leonardo was imprisoned for loving another man. Who are we to determine what love is for another? Armed with info and, you might say, a righteous indignation, I wrote my story around these facts. 

But no one likes a story without a story in it so I created a layering in my characters. Da Vinci was an artist. Nicolas is an art historian. Da Vinci was a philosopher. Progressive Ellie is a student of philosophy. Da Vinci was a grand inventor, much of his knowledge based upon processes that came before him. Luca is a historian. Before I knew it, these three were having the most amazing discussions! Certainly love had to follow such compatibility. And to balance it all – a conscienceless adversary who’d stop at nothing to get what he wanted.

Here’s an “Oh My!” bit from Loving Leonardo:

The ladies took their sherry as ladies do, and the men headed to the lounge for cigars and port. Of course wherever men congregate, politics and finances are on everyone’s mind; that, and the Queen’s upcoming Jubilee. The century would be turning shortly and industry and modernization were keen topics alongside investments and instability in South Africa. Queen Victoria’s bellicose grandson Wilhelm had recently alienated public opinion by his interest in the Cape Colony of South Africa. More than one man in the room felt the foreseeable future held a second Boer war. I found I didn’t have much to say, my thoughts otherwise occupied by my body’s surprising reaction to my wife, and the way the blond Dutchman rolled the end of his cigar between his lips.

I was certain Ellie would retire when she’d had enough small talk. From the little I knew of her progressive attitudes, small talk of hats and fashion weren’t topics to hold her interest for long. I was unversed in American politics but I doubted half the men in my own House of Lords were as well versed in Britannia’s policies as she was in the politics of her country. My wife wanted the vote. As wise and learned as she was, America was wrong to deny her. In quick order, I found myself lost in thoughts of her. Under a newlywed’s pretense, I downed my port, made my goodnights, and took my thoughts to the deck where I became momentarily captivated by the moonlight sparking upon the water. It was an image that brought to mind the dappled water of Pierre-Auguste Renoir, coupled with the hazy quality of Ivan Aivazovsky’s Moonlit Night.

Although his invitation had been crystal clear, I was nevertheless surprised when the Dutchman walked up and stood beside me. We talked about sea voyages, Lord Byron, and the feel of a fine Cuban cigar over your tongue. His description was such that I asked him to show me what he meant. He “just happened to have one in his cabin,” he said, “a fine hand-rolled Havana, the same sort that Britain’s own Prince Edward enjoyed.” Primed with innuendo, needless to say, I followed.

The cabin was dimly lit and private from his sister. After he closed the door behind us, he made no move to light the lamp. In a flash he was on his knees before me. It wasn’t a Havana he wanted rolling over his tongue, but then I never thought it was. He kissed his way up my thighs, switching from one to the other as his fingers deftly undid my trousers. Pulling them down to my knees, he closed his hand around my now hard cock, while his other hand freed his own. This would be no long coupling. It would be short and hard and infinitely satisfying.

My eyes closed and I held my breath as his warm mouth enveloped me. A man knows what feels good, and my Dutchman treated me as if he sucked himself. He laved my shaft until I was sloppy wet. I couldn’t help but sink my hands into his golden hair to guide him, and my fingers coated with his spicy Makassar oil. He gagged, he slobbered, and he sucked me hard. All the while, the whapping sound of his hard-handed abandon filled the quiet space. I knew his delicious act drove him over the edge, and he made little sounds of surrender as I held him fast and fucked into his mouth; plummeting along tongue and teeth, while my balls slapped against his chin. The groan was unmistakable and I knew he shot his spunk by the feral scent in the air. I gave him the rest in quick short jabs. An instant later my floodgates opened and I pumped into him, thrilling to the carnal duet of his muted gags and straining gulps. He was glorious.

Rose, that was positively YUMMY! Tammy and I both have this one on our kindles and we are loving it! The rest of you have to get this book for yourselves. To find out more about Rose and her books, check out the links below. 

Where to find Rose

Friday, November 9, 2012

Tammy Dennings Maggy Takes Over Center Stage

Once again I get to share the stage with my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy. In just five short days, the second book of her Now and Forever series will be released. It's been a long time in between the first book and The Island (Now and Forever 2), but having read it all TWICE now I have to say it was worth the wait! Not to mention I got to meet the villainess Julia Santos live and in the flesh! (fanning self.) We'll get to that in a bit. 

First things first. Make sure you all have your drink orders in. Once Tammy gets to talking, Taboo's bartenders stop serving. Don't try to get them to make an exception either. They absolutely ADORE her and hang on her every word. Too bad boys! Tammy is spoken for by a HAWT 18 year member of the Coast Guard. (sigh) He is one hell of a Knight in Shining Armor but if you get too close to his woman, he'll go all Hulk SMASH on ya, so don't say I didn't give you any warning.

(The lights start to dim, signalling the show is about to start.) Looks like Tammy's ready to come out. Put your hands together and welcome to The House of Taboo's Center stage, the sinfully sassy author of erotic romances that will curl your toes, Tammy Dennings Maggy!

(Tammy comes out on stage dressed in black from head to toe, thigh high boots, and wait...not all black at all. She's taken a page out of Maya DeLeina's book and is wearing the Taboo hot purple and black leather corsette. Oh those two! They did that on purpose to throw me off my game!)

What's the matter, Lia? Cat got your tongue? LOL

I see you've been checking out our clothing line again. I have to say, both you and Maya do those corsets well. Am I right folks? (the crowd cheers wildly and the Tony the head bartender blows her a kiss.) 

Now don't you go flirting with me, Anthony! I know your heart belongs to Maya. ;)  It's great to be back here. You've really outdone yourself with The House of Taboo, Lia.

Thanks, but we aren't here to talk about me or the club. It's your turn to shine tonight, Vixen. You've been hard at work on the Now and Forever series for how long now?

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It took nearly two years for me to finally finish the first book, but the others have all been coming along pretty well over the last year. The Island will come out officially on November 15th and I hope to have The Surrender of Julia ready to send off to Siren with in the next two months. 

How do you find the time to write when you work full time as a veterinarian and have a brand new hubby to take care of?

Sometimes I wonder about that myself, but I'm fortunate to have many people in my corner helping out with everything else. My husband, Liam is my biggest cheerleader and keeps our house and our life running smoothly so I can get lost in my writing. As you know, sometimes those pesky characters won't give me a break.

One in particular kept you guessing, am I right?

I was wondering how long it would take you to ask about her.

Well, she made an impression on me.

(snort) Is that what you're going to call it now? Why don't you just come right out and admit you have a "thang" for Julia Santos?

Awww. Are you jealous? Last time I checked you were blissfully married AND still carrying a torch for Jenna Jameson!

(catcalls and whistles erupt throughout the audience) That's no big secret.  But I do have one for you. Julia has convinced me to tell her entire story...including the menage scenes!

(I'm shocked and just stare at her for a moment.) Really? I thought you were going to leave that "taboo" stuff to me? Julia got to you too. Admit it!

LOL! Well, she is rather convincing when she puts her mind to it. She's been in my ear for quite some time wanting to be sure the entire story was told. Don't get me wrong, she definitely wanted Quinn and Jacob's story told first, but she didn't want to be remembered as the bitch that caused Jacob's near fatal accident.

The Island starts one year after For the Love of Quinn left off, but since you write it as a series of flashbacks, it's actually a prequel. Why didn't you put this one out first?

I didn't have the story then. The very first scenes that came to me were the ones at the END of For the Love of Quinn. When I started on the opening scenes where Quinn is in Vegas the same time Jacob is, I had no idea that Steve Eischer was going to take over everything.  Then I got another shocker when Jacob tells his friends about the accident that nearly took his life...all because of a girl.  That girl was Julia. She's only mentioned briefly, but like you, I wanted to know more about her.

So you wrote the short story "A Christmas Miracle for Jake" because you wanted to tell more about Jacob's former life?

Uh huh. People can read that short on my Behind Closed Doors blog HERE. It's in three parts for a blog hop I did then. You will see even with that short, there was a whole lot of story going on and Julia stole the show.

That she did! Folks, Tammy has agreed to share an excerpt from The Island where Julia gets her freak on with Jacob. Obviously this is before the accident that puts him in a coma and on the Island, but I think this is a pivotal part of their story. 

Yes it is. This is one of the times you get to see a more vulnerable part to Julia. Jacob helps her to realize many of her fantasies, but she's at a loss as to why what they have isn't enough for her.  Don't get me wrong. The sex is out of this world, it's just she craves more.

And so will you when you hear who we got to read this excerpt for everyone tonight. Please direct your attention to the screens on the stage to our right and welcome to the House...Mr. Vin Diesel.

No flippin' way! 

Surprise! LOL

Her hands slid under his arms to hold him tight. “You know I still feel horrible for not being with you for your father’s funeral, but I didn’t want to intrude on your family’s grief.” She put her fingertips on his lips, silencing his words of protest. “I didn’t realize how much this all meant to you. I’ll have my assistant clear my schedule for the next week. My clients will just have to understand. You’ve been by my side through all of this, and now it’s my turn. My place is with you.”

Jacob’s lips covered hers once again, finding her tongue more than eager to do battle with his. She quickly undid his belt and the zipper of his pants and slid her hands inside to caress his growing erection. He pulled her tank top over her head and tossed it to the floor. He lifted her off her feet and carried her to the bed he made for her as a Christmas present. The king-sized four-poster bed was crafted out of a dark, richly stained oak with red sheer curtains draping over the top. She squealed with delight when she first saw it set up in their bedroom, and now he was hoping to get her squealing once again.

She slid out of her boy shorts and up to lay on the pillows. She reached for him as he got rid of the rest of his clothes to join her. “Show me how much you love me, baby. Make me feel it.”

He slowly worked his way down her body, licking, nibbling, and tasting as he went. Julia cooed and sighed with every touch along the way, offering her body up for his enjoyment, teasing him with it, knowing full well he couldn’t resist her for very much longer. His excitement grew with every sound she made. This was the game they played often with each other, but something felt different to him this time. Something about the way she switched from being adamant she couldn't abandon her clients to wanting to be by his side for the difficult family gathering nagged at the back of his mind. Jacob didn't want to analyze anything at that moment except the beautiful, naked woman underneath him. For now he pushed those doubting thoughts to the side and continued to make his lover squirm.
* * * *
Jacob’s lips sealed over her clit, drawing out a deep guttural moan from Julia. No man could eat her out like him, and tonight he was in rare form. His tongue glided in and out of her folds with deliberate slow motions that made her entire body burn with need to have him. While he sucked her throbbing, hooded flesh yet again, his fingers filled up her pussy and stretched her anus. “Oh my God, that feels fucking fantastic. Don’t stop.”

He feathered and teased her hot, wet folds until the comforter beneath them was drenched with her cum. He slid back up her body, slowly snaking his tongue along a burning trail to her tits. Her nipples were so erect they hurt, just the way she liked them. The slightest touch sent her body over the edge, her cunt twitching with the need to be completely filled with his cock. To emphasize that point, she pulled her legs up and wrapped them around his hips. “Fuck me, now, Jake. Let me have that glorious dick of yours deep inside me.”

Her breathing quickened as the head of his cock eased into her so slowly. She tried to pull him in fast, but he only smiled and held his position. He tugged her arms up over her head and quickly bound them in the leather straps attached to the headboard. Julia returned the smile. She loved the feel of the strap around her wrists and in her palms. Jacob really did know how to please her, in every way. Having her hands bound while she was willingly ravaged by a man had always been a fantasy of hers, and now she could mark that off of her bucket list.

Julia clenched her fingers tightly around the leather as Jacob shoved her legs further apart and buried his cock in her cunt. The sensation overwhelmed her, and yet her body craved more. He pulled out quickly and sat up, lifting her ass off the bed as he went. Now with half of her body suspended in the air he entered her again, slowly working her up and down his cock, gradually building up to the speed she craved. Her tits bounced hard with each thrust. Her thighs quaked and were soon slick with her own juices, and yet he still loved her, still took more and more from her. Julia’s mind went blank with one final full-body orgasm.

She came to her senses as Jacob released her from the leather straps and pulled her close to curl up to his body, her head resting on his chest. As she listened to his heartbeat slow down to its normal soothing rhythm, she fought to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. What the hell’s wrong with me? Why can’t this be enough? Why can’t Jacob be enough?

Wow! Didn't I tell you guys Tammy's stuff will curl your toes? The Island is currently available for pre-order. All you have to do is click on the book cover above and you will be taken right to her Bookstrand page. As an added bonus, the book is at 10% off the listed price now until November 22nd. Go on and get yours today. 

Where to Find Tammy

Tuesday, November 6, 2012

Introducing #FourSeducedMuses!

Four Seduced Muses

Today I'd like to introduce you to a few friends of mine. These are four lovelies who just happen to write smokin' hot erotica and erotic romances. They've banded together and created their own blog. Each week the four of them put up weekly posts. No topic is do you see why I'm a big fan already?

Nicole Morgan, Maya DeLeina, May Water, and my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy are the Four Seduced Muses. You are going to want to get your hot bods over there and book mark their website. You won't want to miss a single post from these sassy broads and their guest authors. Here's the weekly lineup:

Molton Mondays

Tempt Me Tuesdays with May Water

Wanton Wednesdays

Threesome Thursdays with Nicole Morgan

Forbidden Fruit Fridays with Maya DeLeina

Sultry Saturdays

Sinfully Sassy Sundays with The Vixen (Tammy Dennings Maggy)

So click on the logo at the top and check them out!  Not sure where to start? Well, how about you go over and check out Tammy's last entry for Sinfully Sassy Sundays. The Multi-orgasmic Woman: Does She Really Exist?

You definitely want to check out her next Sunday post. Rumor has it she's going to discuss "How to Vote with Your Vagina!" Bwahahahaha! Can you get any more Taboo than that? That's why we call her The Vixen. ;)

Speaking of The Vixen, she will be here under the Center Stage Spotlight in just a few more days. You don't want to miss her interview. I'm going to delve deep...(naughty chuckle). I may have to get out a few "toys" to help with the interrogation—er the interview. 


Saturday, November 3, 2012

The Spotlight is on Author @MorticiaKnight

It's good to be back here at The House of Taboo! I've been a little busy helping my alter ego Tammy Dennings Maggy with the Wicked After Dark Halloween Blog Hop and her book tour. Now she's all set to roll on out, and I'm back here ready to shine the Taboo Spotlight on a favorite here. Please help me welcome back the the Center Stage, author Morticia Knight!

It's great to have you here with us again, Morticia. Let's see if we can find out a little bit more about you. I know you listen to music while you write, but do feel different types of music help you with different scenes or genres?
Right now I’m listening to Mumford & Sons – lol. But I wouldn’t usually write to them – at least not yet. My last book was a historical, so I listened to a lot of classical and historical film soundtrack music. For contemporaries, I might listen to electronica or trance. I don’t usually do stuff with lyrics, because I tend to listen and sing along - just a tad distracting!

I feel the same at times, but if I don't have music or other background noise going on, my mind will wander and not stick to the job at hand. I know that's odd, but it's something Tammy and I both have to deal with. LOL! Tammy's hubby introduced us to Mumford & Sons. Here's one of our favorites...

Tell us about the different types of characters you like to write about? Why are these types so appealing to you?
I really prefer characters who are struggling with issues that are preventing them from getting to the happily-ever-after they crave. That could be because of their past, or the way they are viewed in the present. They need to overcome something, but most importantly, they believe that love is worth fighting for. Then there are the bad boys and girls – they’re just plain fun.

(the crowd erupts in cheers) Sounds like we have a few bad boys and girls out there who will agree with you on that, Morticia! 

In what ways are your characters like you? In what ways are your characters not like you?
Definitely they are like me in believing in a deep true love that lasts. They are not like me because many of them get way more action than I do - at least until they settle down with that one (or two, or three) true love *wink*(more whistles and cheers)

Now you're talking my kind of kink—I mean language. ;) You start talking about two or more lovers and I'm all over that! Am I right, folks? The more taboo the better! (the audience is now on their feet, cheering. A couple hunks in the front keep motioning. Looks like they want to see about hooking up.) Awww...settle down now, my lovelies. There will be plenty of time for the kinky business AFTER the interview. Now let's find out a bit more about Ms. Knight. What are your favorite fiction genres to read from?
Romance of course! Although, even though I’ve never delved into this genre as a writer, I’m possessed by Regency and Highlander romance – I’ll read anything that has a picture of a muscle-bound dude in a kilt on the cover. Go figure.

Sounds marvelous to me. Give me that Highlander in a kilt AND tattoos and I'll be done for sure! Who else would be with me on that one? (at least 2/3 of the crowd raises their hands. Morticia and I raise both of ours and start waving them in the air!)

What are your favorite non-fiction genres to read from? 
I absolutely love bare-it-all confessional memoir. Maybe that’s why erotic romance appeals to me – there’s no holding back there either!

What kinds of stories are your comfort reads when you are sick or feeling low? 
Now that’s when I really need that man in a kilt – he’s just as good as chicken soup. ;-)

Now how about you tell us more about your new book? 
In one or two sentences, give the core premise behind your story.
Two men and one ex-girlfriend. Can a lovelorn and kinky ghost help these three paranormal investigators find true love with each other? 

Who is the heroine? 
Sophie, a gifted medium who is alone since she caught her ex-boyfriend Martin with their friend and partner, Emilio.

What is she running away from (literally or figuratively)?
Her feelings. She’s rightfully angry that Martin cheated on her, but she’s never dealt with them – she just ran away (literally).

What about her will make readers sympathetic to her?
I think we've all been in a situation where someone didn't do right by us – even if it wasn't as far as cheating. It can be difficult to know when to let go of pride, and when to stand our ground. Is that person worth our forgiveness? Did we react too hastily? I think these are common struggles we all go through.

Tell us more about your coming works.
Book One in the Uniform Encounters series will be available for pre-order at Total-E-Bound in February, 2013. It’s an M/M series, and the first one is entitled “Set Ablaze”, about an older hunky fire chief just out of the closet, and a younger firefighter who is pining for him. The following books will have other yummy men in uniform trying to get together for happily-ever-afters.

Do you have a question you’d like to ask the readers to generate comments?
Do you believe in ghosts, and if so, why? know my answer to that question! How about the rest of you let Morticia know how you feel. Do you believe that ghosts exist? 

Now for a bit more fun. Turn your eyes to the stage to my right. We've set up a special treat for you and for Morticia. I've asked a special guest to read an excerpt from A Spirit of Love for us tonight. Put you hands together and welcome the one, the only, Ms. Jenna Jameson!

Adult Excerpt

Sophie was trying to figure out the sex toy that she held tentatively in her hands. It was called a Rabbit Habit, and more than one close friend had told her it was a must-have lonely girl accessory. It looked like it might possibly be a little purple alien with lots of bumps, and she was reading the ‘suggested uses’ pamphlet and trying the different settings. This was not making her feel sexy at all. It was more reminiscent of trying to figure out one of Emilio’s crazy new ghost-hunting gadgets. 

Great. Thinking about my ex’s new lover is not going to help me get turned on. 

Truth be told, she wasn’t mad at Emilio over what had happened the year before. There was something so child-like and innocent about him, it was impossible to get mad at him. So far, she had been doing a wonderful job of channeling all of her rage at Martin. Logically, she knew that it took two to tango, as the saying went, but she had always looked at Emilio as the playful sprite and Martin as the sensible businessman. She wasn’t sure where she used to fit in, but she was quite sure that she didn’t fit in at all anymore. 

After she’d caught the two of them—Martin with his dick in Emilio’s mouth, no less—Martin had tried to stop her from leaving. She had been frantically throwing things into random tote bags, while he’d kept trying to tell her something crazy that involved the three of them. She hadn’t let him finish a sentence. She wasn’t going to be one of those partners that let her lover have someone on the side every time her back was turned. A little part of her didn’t think that was what Martin had meant, but she had been way too angry to listen to any wacky ideas. He had betrayed her trust, and that was the end of it. Nothing more to discuss. 

Since getting involved in any more relationships had fallen off of her to-do list until further notice, she had hinted to a couple of her friends whom she hung out with at her favourite local metaphysical shop that she could use a girl’s sex aid. They had both recommended the Rabbit vibrator in general, and had said the Habit was decently priced and definitely did the trick. The insertable part was big and could rotate at different speeds inside, theoretically stimulating the G-spot. She wasn’t sure if she’d ever had her G-spot stimulated, but it sounded like it would be a good thing. The rabbit part protruding from the dildo tickled your clit, and the rotating beads inside the thing were also there for extra labial stimulation. 

Hiking up her little pink sundress, Sophie pulled her floral bikini panties down then kicked them off. Suddenly feeling silly with all the lights blazing, she went around and shut everything off, except for one small tulip-shaped lamp on her small writing desk. She lay back on the love-seat, the main seating area in her studio apartment, and opened her legs. She turned the instrument on and was poising it near her entrance when she realized that she didn’t feel the slightest bit aroused. She was as dry as the desert, and it would not be pleasant to stuff this pliable gel-like thing in her pussy that way.

Oooooo...if that doesn't have your mouth watering, then I don't know what will. Now go on and click on one of the links below to get your very own copy of this novella. Go on now. I already have mine!

Happy reading!

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About the Author

Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on a Three-Book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform

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