Sep 12 2013

New Release from D.C. Stone–Armed & Desired



Being a cop can be a dirty job … but somebody’s got to do it.

Sergeant Alyssa Bloom, assigned as Patrolman Nate Wilshire’s trainer, knows what it means to stay in control, be alert to her surroundings, and keep a level head. Not so easy to do around the hot, young rookie.

Nate has the best job in the world—police officer with the sexiest partner a guy could ask for. Alyssa might be training him, but he has a few things he’d like to teach her. Unwilling to act on his desires and risk unprofessional conduct, he asks Madame Eve to find him someone to scratch the itch Alyssa can’t.

With the need to let loose hitting the red zone, Alyssa agrees to contact 1Night Stand. When her date is none other than her sexy partner, she has a decision to make—maintain professionalism and leave…or let her heart finally take control.

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Nate waited at the floor-to-ceiling window of the hotel room and stared out across downtown San Diego. Tall skyscrapers soared around the city, their tops dusted with popping colors of green, blue, and red. Cars passed by in a blur, and with dusk only minutes past and the weekend kicking off, nightlife began to bloom along with his own anticipation.

He tucked his hands inside the charcoal dress pants and rocked back and forth in the uncomfortable black dress shoes. After spending days in his boots and uniform, the toes of the shoes pinched at his toes, and the soles unforgiving. He did not miss them. At all.

The door behind him clicked and a brush of air alerted him someone entered the room. He stilled, his heartbeat kicking out an erratic tempo in his throat, but he didn’t turn, instead watching a woman cross the threshold in the window’s reflection. She assessed the larger-than-normal hotel suite before her gaze settled on his back.

Perplexed, he tipped his head, recognizing her familiar features. She progressed with a lethal grace only a trained law enforcement officer would know, her steps purposeful, but silent, even in heels higher than he’d ever seen her in.

Standing to the side, she set her purse and a small black bag on a table, giving him her profile. A flash of deep red hair grabbed his attention. He sucked in a breath and pivoted in slow motion, refusing to allow hope to grow any more than it had, yet at the same time, fear sliced through. The one person he needed to get out of his system stood in the same room as he.

The night was about to go to hell.

Facing away from him, she took in the overwhelming luxury of the room. Desire slammed into him, he came to life with a kick against his fly.


About DC Stone:

DCStoneD.C. Stone is an e-book author and full-time fraud investigator when she isn’t diving into the world of Fiction.

She lives in the north-east with her incredibly supporting husband, two kids, and the all American black Labrador puppy. She’ll deny any association with the grumpy cat that also resides in the house, but he is there, never-the-less.

After serving eight years of service with the United States Air Force, she went on to transition into the world of Financial Crimes and became a lead investigator for many years.

Reading has always been a passion of hers, getting lost in a good, steamy romance one of her favorite past times. That passion took a back seat as soon as she discovered her own love for writing and recreating her own stories and characters.  Her writing concentrates on Romance with specifics in Paranormal, Suspense, and Erotica.

Now, when she isn’t trying to solve a new puzzle in the world of fraud, she is engulfed with coffee, her laptop, and all those crazy characters in her head. Trying to keep up with that crazy bunch is a skill many would yearn to have.

She is a member of the Romance Writers of America, New Jersey Romance Writers, Kiss of Death, and the Liberty State Fiction Writers. Come stop by on Facebook, Twitter or her website and say hello!

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Sep 10 2013

Characters Who Are Jerks by Kimber Vale #contest

First of all, thank you Lila for hosting me today!  You, milady, are no jerk.

But I’ve been wondering; is it okay to write a jerky character? How do most readers feel about such a leading man?

Me, I think some amount of jerkiness is requisite to refrain from slipping down the Mary Sue and Gary Stu slope. I also happen to find a bit of assholery attractive, truth be told. You know what they say about bad guys (and what they say about nice guys, for that matter).

Enter Chance, my rock star in “Forever is Now.” He can be a real dick sometimes. He’s a dick to the women he uses to keep up his straight façade. He’s a dick to his ex-boyfriend/rekindled love interest, Alex, on numerous occasions. But do I hate him for it? No.  In a way, I like him better for it—he’s more real. We are all a-holes sometimes (some people more than others) and still someone out there loves us, right?

Plus, Chance isn’t pure jerk. There is some sweet under all his sour.

And thank God Alex sees it, because I’d hate myself if things didn’t end up working out for my sexy boys—if I made Chance too much of a jerk to ever get or deserve a happily ever after. He may make mistakes, but eventually he learns from them. That’s what life and relationships are all about, right?  Besides, Alex isn’t afraid to call Chance out when he’s at his worst. J

Blurb for Forever is Now:

If you love someone, set him free. If he steals something of yours, hunt him down and make him sorry.

Alex Bremen is over Chance Ralan. Ever since his high school boyfriend ditched him nine years ago, Alex has barely thought of Chance at all. Sure, Alex attended a concert or two when his ex’s band, Armageddon Showdown, was in the area, but that was more curiosity than anything else. Who wouldn’t want to see firsthand how his once clean-cut boyfriend transformed into a pierced and tattooed heavy metal god?

But when Chance has the nerve to record a love song Alex wrote for him years ago, Alex crosses the country to confront him. Revenge becomes a dish best served sizzling hot. The two men lock horns, but find the chemistry between them has only intensified with time, and occasionally love needs to do some growing up before it can be done right.


Excerpt from Forever is Now:

Alex directed them to a spot in front of the decrepit concrete block foundation where Delia’s drums anchored the pseudo-stage. Dave picked up his stand-in guitar and Jimmy’s bass from the jumble of props on the tarp, and handed Jimmy his instrument.

“I take it this is mine?” Chance commented on the black guitar with the white racing stripe down the middle and a decal of their logo on the lower body. He picked at the sticker with a black-painted pointer finger, and Alex slapped his hand. Jimmy snorted.

“It just needs to pass for the real thing. No one will know the difference, unless you pull it apart before we tape.”

“Easy, killer. I won’t destroy your fantastic…” He glanced at the back and then laughed. “Upper Deck guitar. How’d I miss this premium brand? Isn’t that what they call it when someone drops a deuce in the back of a toilet tank?” Chance rapped his knuckles on the body and laughed at the hollow thunk.

“I don’t even want to know where you picked up that information. And no ruining it yet! The destruction comes at the very end.”

“I like the way you think. This hunk o’ shit deserves to be flushed.”

“All right—let’s do this! You over here. You here.” Alex started pointing and pushing, and everyone fell in around Delia. “No mics,” Alex told Chance, as he backed up while looking through his camera lens. “Let’s wrap this before the sun gets any higher. Doesn’t matter if it sounds like shit, just get playing.”

“Oh, it’ll sound like shit, all right,” Chance grumbled, but Delia tapped three beats above her head with her drum sticks, and “Sands” churned to life. It was subdued on the unplugged electric guitars, and slightly out of tune despite Alex’s instructions to Roadie to have the instruments ready. But it didn’t matter. Paired with Chance’s naked voice, something about it was decadent dark magic, and Alex found himself grinning like an entranced fool behind his lens.

Dave broke a string during his guitar solo, but didn’t miss a beat. Jimmy head-banged through his hangover like a gold-medalist, while Delia gave a stick twirling performance that would make a baton-thrower quit the marching band in defeat. And Chance was just Chance, belting out the lyrics, “Shifting and sifting, I’m losing my footing. The sand in my glass is sucking me under,” as if he were putting on a performance for thousands of adoring fans.

Nope. Just one.

Speedy and Roadie were nowhere to be seen, presumably resting back in the bus until their muscles were called upon once again. Jools held a camera parked on a tripod in front of the foursome with a wide-angle lens, while Alex circled with his zoom like a shark testing its prey.

The song ended with a shallow twang of an unplugged guitar, and Alex yelled, “Cut!” He shook his head in admiration. “Perfect, everyone! You nailed it.” He spun back his video to look it over as he spoke, and then had Jools backtrack her footage.

“Just give me one sec to make sure I’ve got what I need, and then you’re dismissed. Unless you want to throw your doppelganger instruments in the ocean personally. If not, my trusty assistant and I can handle it. Oh, and Chance, you’re not done yet.”

“Yeah, I figured,” he said with a snort.

“Ha ha!” Delia teased, as she grasped a broken drumstick between both fists and stabbed the top of her snare through the heart.

“Hey! No instrument mutilation without me filming!” Alex glared at her.

“Ha ha!” Chance mimicked in a falsetto.

“I’m outta here.” She flipped them both off with a cheeky grin and padded barefoot toward the low-tide meeting of waves and sand off in the distance.

“Goin’ back to the bus. Come get me if you need me,” Jimmy said. He turned back and gave Alex a severe look. “Don’t need me, whatever you do.”

Dave shrugged, silently placed his temporary guitar on the sand, and pulled his phone out of his pocket. He tapped the screen as he made the long climb back up the weathered concrete staircase that wound toward the road.

“Where do you want me?” Chance asked with a devil’s grin that made Alex want to give Jools the rest of the day off.

“How’s your balance?” Alex said, with a taunting raised eyebrow. He beckoned Chance to the side of the foundation and pointed a thumb toward the remains of a vast saltwater pool. It continued to be refilled by the highest tides, and the stagnant water was framed by a strip of concrete. A hashtag of eroding walls formed a series of paths, about three -feet wide. To their left, farther down the beach, one long wall led to a rocky outcrop. Above it, a startlingly modern building, appropriately named The Cliff House, rose like a phoenix from the rocks. It had, in fact. Two incarnations before the current restaurant and museum had burned to the ground under mysterious circumstances. Chance’s gaze followed his gesture.

“Isn’t there water on both sides?”

“A rocky drop to the coast on one side. Water on the other. And it isn’t the kind you want to swim in, either. Picture a tidal pool that rarely if ever drains.”

“Nice. Sounds like a set up. I see your bet and I raise you. I can walk that shit backward.” Chance pulled a single-sized bottle of vodka out of his tight jean pocket and took a swig.

“And here I thought you were just happy to see me,” Alex said in a droll voice, eyeing the bottle. Jools giggled behind him and he mentally kicked himself. Chance looked like he wanted to give him the physical version times ten. Alex shrugged off his evil eye and bent to pick up the blue and white cooler the muscle men had pulled from the back of his van two hours ago.

“Refreshments? Nice.” Chance looked ready to kiss and make up until Alex flipped the lid and pulled out an icy foot-long halibut, completely intact from head to tail.

“What the fuck?”

“I told you the water wasn’t going to be Jacuzzi material. Especially after I dump these guys in,” Alex said, as he tossed the semi-thawed fish back into the ice with its dead comrades.

“Jools, I can handle the filming out there. We don’t all have to risk falling in.” Alex heaved the heavy cooler up onto the wall. “Think you can manage the instruments in the waves? Just get them floating, back and forth for a bit, like we talked about.”

“Sure thing.”

“Just give a call up to Speedy and the other guy to help you haul them over. And don’t let them leave anything when we’re done. Ask ’em to load it back in the van right on the tarp. I’ll get rid of the stuff later.”

“You got it!” Jools saluted, and Alex turned back toward Chance and crooked his head at the old pools.

“Lead the way.”


What do you think? Can you like a heavily flawed character? Do you love a bad boy as much as I do? Do nice guys really never get laid? How many licks does it take to get to get to… Okay I’ll stop now.

Find Forever is Now: Shooting Stars Book 1 from Liquid Silver Books:


and from all major e-book retailers after 9/9/13.

Oh!  And check out my month-long contest here:

Help me name the puppy in my next book!

The winning suggestion will be used in Shooting Stars Book 2, and the winner will get a shout-out in my acknowledgements, an e-copy of the book when it comes out, and a $20 Amazon gift card! Woo hoo!

Blog Button-Forever is Now******Aww…who wouldn’t want to name that puppy!  Thanks, Kimber! It was a joy having you visit and share your latest release today!  :)

Aug 31 2013

#8Sunday To sleep, perchance to dream…of a good man


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SnippetSundayScissorsMy eight sentences for Weekend Writing Warriors this week come from my first western, Wild West Succubus.

I’ve tweaked the text slightly from the published book to keep the spoilers out of it and to make it eight sentences.

I’m too tired to ride, a unique sensation I seem to have forgotten since turning succubus. Hugo steers me to the hotel to get a room for the night. He offers to sleep on the floor, a noble offer I accept. I collapse fully clothed on the bed, and fall asleep. I dream—of William, of Caleb, of Carlton, and of Hugo, especially Hugo—all the truly good men I have known in my long life.

The sun has barely begun to rise above the horizon when its first rays steal into our tiny room and waken me.

I stretch, surprised at how sore I am. When I glance Hugo’s way, he’s awake, sitting in the chair, watching me.

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Aug 29 2013

New Release Spotlight: Taking Chances by S. J. Maylee

Please welcome my guest, SJ Maylee. I met SJ during the weekend snippet writing memes and through mutual writer friends. She was always one of my must read stops because she consistently had fun excerpts from her works in process. I was so thrilled when I learned she had contracted with Evernight to publish Taking Chances. It’s always nice to add a friend to the family. :)

Now, a few words from the author herself before we take a look at her debut release:

Lessons Learned by SJ Maylee

I joked on release day that it felt like I’d just dropped my child off at college. Of course, I didn’t spend 18-years with these characters, but I’ve lived and breathed their story and now it’s time for me to let go.

Letting go and TAKING CHANCES is something my characters had to learn. Both of them had been hurt with love they’d freely offered. It certainly takes a lot of courage to try again. For Lydia and Jake it took a whole lot of temptation to push them over the edge. They thank me for it now, but I was relentless, lol. For them, the risk was worth the reward.

I’ve always hesitated to submit my manuscripts to publishers and each time I do, no matter if it’s the initial submission or I’m turning in edits, my heart starts to flutter. TAKING CHANCES is hard, but without it I wouldn’t be celebrating my debut. The risk is worth the reward.


Thanks, SJ!

But let’s find out more about your new book, shall we? **rubs hands together**

Taking Chances


Lydia’s father walked away from her when she was eight. She’s struggled to not let him affect her, but fears she wasn’t loveable enough to make him stay. Jake wants to love one woman, but after scaring the last woman he met outside of the club, he doubts he has the right. She protects her heart by sticking with her fantasies, and he lives by a set of rules that excludes women who choose a vanilla lifestyle.

The two will be kept in a conference room working together until their special project is complete. If Lydia and Jake hold tight to their bland lives, they’ll always yearn for love that is out of reach. But together they can find common ground, passion, and a reason to take chances. Once they discover the grand possibilities of the love they desire, they find themselves in the very place they tried never to be again, facing unguaranteed love.




“Come on in, Lydia. I want to talk about a few things before we get started today. We need to make it quick, since we need to report to Keller at ten this morning.” When she remained in her spot he added, “Lydia, come here.”

Not wanting Gina to take anything further from her, she lifted her head and walked to Jake. She stopped at his desk, but felt instantly unworthy. Gina was more Jake’s style. She fought the need to lower her chin.

“Look at me, Lydia.”

He pushed her. “Why?” She shifted her gaze and hit him with her direct stare.

“Thank you. I needed to see your eyes.” He reached out and swiped a lock of hair from her face. He tucked the strand behind her ear, and let his finger drag down her face to her shoulder. All the while his gaze captured hers, not letting go. “How are you this morning?”

“I’m okay.”

“Okay? Hmm, maybe I should do something to improve your mood? What would you say to that?”

“Here?” she gasped and quickly turned to look out the door.

He grabbed hold of her shoulders, lifting her slightly off the floor.

“Yes, here.” He brought their bodies together, claimed her lips and swept his tongue through her mouth, awakening her sexual hunger.

She felt wanted. She felt claimed. Images from the night before swam in her mind. Silly challenges from the office mean girl were all forgotten. He set her down and nipped at her lower lip.

“We have a lot to do today. Unfortunately we cannot go any further, now.” He stepped back behind his desk as casually as if he’d just greeted the mail man.

“But you would want to?” Still looking at the papers on his desk, she didn’t think he heard her. She took a step closer. “You would repeat last night?”

Her words stopped him. His gaze searched her face. Placing his hands on the desk he leaned forward and said, “Lydia, I fully intend to further explore your body and mind. After all, there are a few places I haven’t yet completely inspected.”

Her mind ran through what he had done to her last night, and there was only one place she could think of. Warmth fluttered through her face.

“Now, that is a beautiful sight.” He returned to his papers. “I’m going to have to keep thinking of ways to shock you simply to see you blush again.” With the papers properly sorted, his attention returned to her. “Is Gina a problem?”

Gina was a lot of things, but she’d never thought of her as a problem. “I don’t think so.”

“Don’t be afraid to put her in her place. She likes that more than she lets on. She’s the type to push so she can be pushed back.”

“I hadn’t thought of her that way. Interesting.”

“Let me know if she becomes a problem.” His gaze drilled into hers, not letting her escape.


“Okay?” His posture remained controlled, but the smirk couldn’t be missed.

She added her own version of the devilish grin, which ignited another blush before she even spoke. “Okay, Sir.”

“Trouble.” He stalked towards her and ruthlessly swept his hand under the hem of her skirt to press firmly along her panties. His lips pressed to her ear. “Hot and damp.”

The palm of his hand pressed on her clit, and he bent his knuckles, sending the tips of his fingers past the edge of her panties to drag along her slit.

“Be careful what you say to me, sweetheart, or you’ll shatter my control.” With one last drag of his fingers, he pulled away and walked from the room.

She turned around and watched him go. Her heart pounded. All she could do was follow him, but she couldn’t move. The exchange with Jake left her bones unsettled, and the all too familiar ache tried to set-up shop in her chest. She hadn’t expected him to crave more from her, and now she couldn’t deny he did. Was she going to deny herself the pleasure of getting to know him?










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S. J. Maylee fell in love with storytelling at a young age and with it came a deep-seated desire for everyone to find their happily ever after. She’s finding the happy endings for her characters one steamy story at a time.

When she’s not reading or writing, you can find her caring for her garden, laughing with her two young sons, or dancing to her husband’s music. She’s a PMP (Project Management Professional), Nia instructor, and coffee addict.

As a writer she has a tendency to break hearts, but she always glues them back together.


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Aug 28 2013

Midweek Tease: A new Naughty Fairy Tale in the works

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Thanks to Sandra Bunino for starting a new weekly meme. All of the participants are sharing teasers from our latest works.

My snippet is from my in process WIP, Miss Wolfe and The Three Corporate Pigs (working title), a naughty fairy tale retold. I don’t suppose I need to tell you which one. ;)  All first draft stuff, so if you’d cut me a little slack.

smokeylady vintage image graphicsfairy004bAaron Provender narrowed his eyes at her and tapped a finger against a pair of sensuous lips. Those lips were among the first mental images she had filed away in her fantasy man blueprint folder after coming to work for Provender, Bush and Stone or PBS as they referred to themselves in corporate jargon. The dark brown eyes above those lips shimmered with a hint of feral glee, like he enjoyed making her squirm with his long pauses and intense stares that would not be interrupted until he was good and ready to dial them back.

“Have you finished logging the latest financial stats on the Hoffman merger?”

Eva shifted from foot to foot, taking shallow breaths and praying he didn’t punch any holes in the intricate fabric of her work. “Yes, sir. Last night.”

“What about that report on the latest marketing trends in social media?”

Eva’s brow wrinkled. When had he asked her to do that? “I-I’m not sure. I can’t recall that assignment at the moment.”

Mr. Provender cocked his head and lifted his dark brows as if in challenge. He often reminded Eva of Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights–darkly handsome with the look of a gypsy to him and just as cruel and petulant. Steepling his fingers, he said, “Miss Wolfe. My partners and I pay you quite handsomely to stay on top of these simple tasks we leverage down to you. I’m sure you’d agree doing research beats filing and typing.”

“Yes, sir. It’s just, I clear my inbox every evening and I don’t have that down on my list of projects for today.” Because I’ll bet you never assigned it to me. “If you could resend the particulars, I’ll get on it right away.”

Mr. Provender closed his eyes and exhaled, disapproval dripping from every molecule of his breath in that way the British seemed to be born with. He opened them, and caught her in his sights before dipping his head to his computer. “Certainly. I have nothing better to do than to send you emails multiple times when you accidentally delete them.” His eyes lifted to hers, one brow raised, and then dropped back to his screen. A few clicks of the mouse later he frowned and growled under his breath. “There. You have it now. That’s all. Thank you, Miss Wolfe.”

“Thank you, sir.” And fuck you, asshole. Eva spun to leave, fury fizzing through her veins, and barreled straight into the broad chest of Mr. Bush, a big bear of a man. She recoiled from the impact, and in taking a step backward, lost her footing. Momentarily unbalanced, she flailed her arms to regain her equilibrium, and would have fallen had Mr. Bush not grabbed her shoulders.

“Careful there,” he murmured. He actually seemed…concerned.

Eva blinked a few times to regain her bearings. This was no nice man by any stretch. Yet, his eyes softened as he set her to rights. But only for a second. With a curt nod of his head, he brushed past her to approach Mr. Provender. Eva snatched the opportunity to escape, practically sprinting for the door.

“Aaron, what the hell was that email you sent, ordering me to do the marketing research on social media like I was your lackey?

Ha! More fun from Provender, Bush and Stone in the weeks ahead!

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