Friday, August 28, 2020

Guest Post: D*mn Near Perfect by Nancy Fraser

Today my guest is Nancy Fraser talking about her new book D*mn Near Perfect

Tell us a little about yourself.

Hmm ... how long have we got?

I’ve been writing for over 30 years. My first book was published in 1996. My next, not until 10 years later. Perseverance pays off, I guess. Since then I’ve published over 30 romance novels, novellas, and short stories.

I’m fortunate to have worked with a number of great editors and count many, many authors among by best friends. Being an author is a great life. I look forward to at least another decade of creating.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

If I had to pick a “most”, I’d definitely say the satisfaction of finishing a book and being able to share it out in the world. Also, the kindness of readers who appreciate the hard work that goes into creating a compelling book.

Least? Falling in love with my character and then having to day “goodbye”.


Beth Andrews has given up on ever finding a happily-ever-after. Still smarting from a bitter divorce, she’s decided the only thing she truly needs is sex.

Unfortunately, wanting sex and actually finding it are two very different things.

Jonathan Tucker is perfectly satisfied with his bachelor lifestyle. He has a wonderful career, a kick-ass new condo, and any woman he wants. As often as he wants. At twenty-seven, he’s convinced he’s living life exactly as it should be.

Will the older, albeit sexy, ad executive and the handsome, talented artist both find there’s more to life than what they have now? Or, will they be satisfied with what the both claim to want—d*mn near perfect sex!

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

D*mn Near Perfect is my first self-published project. I have another book, Return of the Wolfe, coming out in September. I’m truly enjoying the freedom of self-publishing and plan to keep it up for quite some time.

I'll be teaming with 9 other wonderful authors in a box-set of contemporary holiday romances, Christmas Comes to Dickens, which will be up for pre-order on all platforms as of October 1st.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

If you find an author you truly like, share his/her work with your friends and other romance fans. Word-of-mouth is often how many authors get discovered, and read, by readers who may never have known about their work.

Of course, I’d be remiss without also saying “thank you” for your support. We hard-working authors truly appreciate it.



Beth lit the tapered candles and opened a bottle of expensive red wine so it could breathe. Harry would be there at any minute. Always prompt, the investment banker was finally going to get what he’d been hinting at on their last two dates.

Everything set, they’d have a quick dinner, a bit of serious foreplay, some hot sex and maybe—just maybe—she’d be asleep before her upstairs neighbor came home.

The security buzzer chimed Harry Patterson’s arrival. The hand-carved clock in the foyer cuckooed seven times. Checking her appearance in the hallway mirror, Beth pressed the release switch on the outside entrance and opened her apartment door in anticipation.

Moments later, the elevator door slid open and Harry, decked out as always in a two-thousand-dollar Armani suit, stepped into the hall. Beth could see another man standing just inside the elevator. The stranger raised his head and their gazes met. He smiled, a teasingly devilish grin, and then he winked at her. His gaze swept over her, leaving a trail of heat in its wake.

Harry, damn him, came forward, his approach blocking her line of vision, stealing from her a last glimpse of one of the most handsome men she’d ever seen, interrupting the wave of warmth flooding her body.

“Beth, darling. How have you been?” Harry asked, his voice filled with arrogant indifference.

Okay, enough small talk. Let’s eat and then hit the sack.

Rather than voice her conscience’s desire for immediate action, she said instead, “I’m fine, Harry. How about you?”

“As good as can be expected, given the state of the market lately. Are those investments I recommended holding up for you?”

“They’re fine, I guess. I really don’t keep track.”

She could see shock and disappointment in the darkening of his gaze.

“Really, Beth, you’ve got to pay more attention. You’re not getting any younger you know. And, given what you lost in the divorce settlement, it’s imperative you start rebuilding your portfolio.”

“It’s only been a year or two. And, I’m not that old.”

He took a step closer and laid his palm against her cheek. His hands were soft, she noticed, probably softer than her own. She tried to imagine how they’d feel caressing her body, yet the image wouldn’t come. She closed her eyes and waited. Instead of conjuring up a picture of the two of them engaged in a steamy clinch, she saw the man in the elevator, his grin taunting her, his gaze assessing her.

Most men, she realized, would take the demure closing of her eyes, the subtle show of submission, as encouragement. Not Harry.

Rather than suggest skipping their meal altogether, he asked, “What’s for dinner?”


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Thursday, August 27, 2020

Guest Post: Amber Eyes by Gabbi Black

 Today my guest is Gabbi Black talking about her new release: Amber Eyes

Tell us a little about yourself.

I wrote my first romance when I was in the eighth grade but took some time off to get a traditional education. By the end of earning my undergraduate degree in theater, the writing bug had bitten me again.  I wrote on and off for years but in 2012 started to take the endeavor seriously.  I have written a whole bunch of books and am finally seeing the fruits of my labors being recognized and my third romance is being published this week.

What do like the most and the least about writing?

What I love the most is the creative process – actually sitting down and pounding out that first draft.  What do I like the least?  It’s a toss-up between editing and marketing, but both are beasts of burden that come with this endeavor.


School principal Gage Clayton is still grieving the death of his wife and submissive, yet he can't ignore his Dominant needs. As he enters Club Kink, he's inexplicably drawn to a newly released sub with an intriguing proposition and the most captivating amber eyes. But she has disturbing baggage and her expectations prove quite a challenge, one that would necessitate a commitment he's not ready for.

Rielle Reid needs a Dom while she waits for her former Master to return. When she invites a handsome stranger to her home dungeon for a night of play, she's surprised at his gentle dominance—and her response to it. But in the light of day, his demand for equal footing confounds her. After living four years as a twenty-four/seven slave, she has no concept of how to be anything other than property.

Gage must find a way to master Rielle to free them both from the shackles of the past.

What’s next on the writing horizon for you?

I am currently editing books 2 and 3 in the series I’ve titled In Their Eyes.  Amber Eyes is the first in the dark erotic BDSM trilogy.   I’ve also written another gay romance (under the pen name Gabbi Grey) and I am editing it as we speak.

Is there anything you want to tell readers?

If not for the encouragement of readers, I wouldn’t be here.  I love hearing back from readers who’ve read my book and getting the feedback.  I also want to slip in that I have some experience in the realm of BDSM so there might be some first-hand knowledge in the book.  Names have been changed, of course.

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“I want you to tell me what you want, Rielle.”

Relief flooded her face in an unguarded moment. “I want you.”

This time he understood. “Where?”

She pointed in the direction opposite from the dungeon, to a door he hadn’t noticed before. They moved toward it, and when he grasped the handle, she placed a hand on his, stilling his motion.

He met her gaze and held it. “Trust me.” He mentally willed her to have the courage, knowing what a leap this was for her.

Her wide eyes shone, and her lower lip quivered.

He longed to bite and then soothe it, and perhaps her fears, but this wasn’t the right moment. A solemnity and an earnestness he’d not felt from her before enveloped, and he wasn’t going to do anything to break the mood.

Eventually, she removed her hand.

He twisted the handle, and in the pitch-black room, ran his hand against the wall for the light switch, flipping it on. Together, they stepped into the room that was pure white and therefore pure light. One wall was lined with shelves crammed with books. Another wall’s shelves were full of movies and music. An antique lamp adorned a desk with a laptop. The space was the antithesis of the dungeon.

In more ways than one.

Instead of a California king bed, a narrow single bed was pressed into the corner, so small it might’ve belonged to a child. White throw pillows and a coverlet provided contrast to the solitary color in the room—a brown worn-out teddy bear propped amongst the pillows.

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