T'n'T's Confidential: Milly Taiden/April Angel

Happy Thursday, readers! Today author Milly Taiden/April Angel is under the spotlight answering a few questions about herself and her latest release Party Crasher! 

She crashed his party and became his prize…

According to one annoying DrexCallum, Chris is a “nosy reporter.” And maybe she is. She’s heard of the super secretive event known as the Seduction Party, and she won’t be content until she finds a way in. The last thing she expects to find is that Drex is the host. She’ll never get an invitation from her nemesis—unless she finds a way to get one herself. And breaking into his house is nothing if it means getting the scoop. But what she gets instead is an eye-full of the man himself, half-naked and more than she’d ever dreamed he could be in all her teenage fantasies.

Drex has been fantasizing about Chris forever, and now that she’s a grown woman, he still has a hard time treating her like one. So when she shows up at the Seduction Party—on the auction chair!—he’s got no other choice but to teach that nosey woman a lesson. He never dreamed sex could be like this, with Chris in his room, tied to a bed, asking him for stuff that blows his mind…

But when things turn ugly, it becomes clear that someone wants the nosey reporter dead. And Drex will have his hands full trying to keep his prize safe… 

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Welcome Milly to in A Dream Beyond!

Tell us about your latest release. Party Crasher is the story about a woman who had a crush on her older brother’s best friend only to be rebuffed, but when she grows up things take a big turn at a very sexy party.

Have you had to do any research for this novel? Tell us about it. No research, all came out of my craziness LOL

In three words or one sentence, why will we fall in love with your characters?

Because they are real. The women are flawed and the men have insecurities but it’s their inner strength that makes my stories special I think.

Hollywood is making a film based on your book: what actors would you pick to play your main characters?

For Party Crasher it would be Emma Stone and Channing Tatum. They rock!

You know how filmmakers are; they want to delete a scene from your novel. If you had to choose it’d be----why?

Probably the auction scene. It’s very…sexy.

Now, they want to add one. If you had to add something to this release what would it be and why? 

Probably a scene I thought about where Cole finds out who the woman he spent the night with is.

Are you working on anything right now?  I am working on 3 different books at any one point. Wolves and contemporary.

Favorite…

Author: I have many, but Dianne Duvall is definitely one of my faves! Her books rock!

Book: Blood Mate, by Mina Carter

Animal: Wolf

Personal anecdote: Love eating breakfast for dinner :D

What’s the first thing you notice on a man? Woman? Their teeth. I don’t know why but my eyes zoom in on a person’s mouth to check out their teeth. So weird.

Author Bio:

Want to know about me? April Angel (akaMillyTaiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.

She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee.

A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Dianne Duvall among others.


Contact Info.
Email: millytaiden@gmail.com
Website:  http://www.millytaiden.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/millytaidenauthor

Books:

As April Angel

Party Crasher

Wicked Valentine – Sizzling Encounters – Book 2

Stranded Temptation

Mr. Buff – Sizzling Encounters – Book 1

Coming Soon

Lucky Break – Sizzling Encounters – Book 3

A Hero’s Pride

As MillyTaiden

Caged Heat

Wynter’s Captive

Halloween Heat III – Mate Event

Fate’s Wish

Sharp Change

Coming Soon

Fever

Wolf Protector

Now, how about an Excerpt from Party Crasher?

T'nT's Confidential: Morgan King

Please welcome author Morgan King and her regency ménage Duty to Love!

 A craftily worded contract and fate finds Arthur, Earl of Hentonury, having to marry not the lady he expected but her younger sister Amelia, the woman he knows his brother James loves and hoped to marry. Arthur cares for both Amelia and James how can he choose between his love for them and his duty?

James may be the younger son, but he has taken leave from the Army and will fight for Amelia.

Torn between her feelings for two brothers Amelia wishes to marry Arthur but can't bear to lose James.

Is there any chance the three of them can find happiness together? Will duty or love win out?

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Morgan King, Author of Duty to Love - Why write Historical Erotic Romance?

I’m sure you weren’t thinking it but at least half the people that I’ve told I’ve just been published and it’s erotic have said, “Ooh like 50 Shades” or “Were you inspired by 50 Shades”. So let me just say I haven’t even read it out of curiosity. I read hundreds of erotic books in a year, but for me personally it hasn’t made the list. I got as far as a flick though in my local supermarket and couldn’t bear to put it in my trolley, next time I intend to slip my business card in it though.

 The only thing I do wonder is Is there a reason for the title as revealed in the story? The question of how you know will be overlooked if you answer in the comments section below!

To answer why I write historical erotic romance, well I love all genres of romance, but have a special tendre for regency stories having been seduced by Jane Austen and Georgette Heyer at a young age. I even named my dog Darcy. My only wish, in relation to Pride and Prejudice, is that it had gone as far as the bedroom, hence my first book/novella Duty to Love is a historical regency romance that is extremely erotic. Why have only one hero if you can have two?

And as a reader some of my favourite stories are ménage tales. I’m a big fan of Shyla Black, Emma Holly, Maya Banks, Lauren Dane and others. For me the challenge is in combining regency and ménage, while making the story believable. I’d love to hear if you think I’ve succeeded…

About Morgan King:

When reading other Author Bios I often identify with what has been said, so yes it is all true for me too: writing and being published has been a lifelong dream (seriously it has, but I’ve been busy doing lots of other stuff especially reading), I also have a day job (helping to create positive change is really important to me so as well as getting involved in lots of community projects I work in Charity Management), I live somewhere beautiful, although not in the US but in the East of England, steeped in inspiring countryside and history, when I’m not at work I’m often being a princess, pirate, monster or whatever takes my four year olds fancy and most importantly I would love to hear from you, this is the first story I’ve shared so if you contact me I’ll probably do a little dance and will certainly smile inside for at least a week before replying.

 morganking@hotmail.co.uk or look for me on facebook.

 

Get in touch with Morgan at:

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www.authormorganking.wordpress.com

Twitter: Morgan King @EroticWritings

morganking@hotmail.co.uk

 

How about an excerpt?

#SexySnippets & Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday

Hi lovelies and happy Sunday! Remember last week's #Sexysnippets and #8Sunday? They belonged to my upcoming release Welcome Aboard. I didn't have a release date then, but now I do! Mark your calendars Welcome Aboard will be hitting e-readers on March 26th!  To celebrate, today's sentences also belong to this story. Enjoy!

 #SexySnippets 

 Dumbstruck, Julie remained motionless as William’s mouth lightly touched her lips. Her eyes fluttered closed and the moan she had been holding back escaped in the shape of a tortured whimper, as he pressed harder, marking her. She followed blindly as he pulled back, chuckling.

“Do you want this, Julie?”

She stared at William, uncomprehending what he was asking. Want what? A kiss?  

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Hell, yes.

Releasing her hand, he lifted the armrest between them while she watched nervously.

“Julie,” he murmured, inching closer and sliding his fingers over her hair. “A beautiful name for a beautiful woman. I love the way your hair curls at the end, right over your breasts.”

He dropped his hands from her neck, down to her shoulder, kneading them. Julie moaned in pleasure. His palms slid down her back and she silently wished they were in private so she could truly feel his hands on her flesh. 

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Welcome Aboard

A Romance on the Go short story brought to you by Evernight Publishing. Release Date March 26th!
 

Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.   **


**Unedited blurb.

T'n'T's Confidential: Doris O'Connor

Welcome everyone to a special edition of T'n'T's Confidential. It's special because it's not Tuesday or Thursday due to some scheduling mistakes on my part. Regardless, I bring you today a wonderful, talented author: Doris O'Connor! Her magical new release Sol and the Magic Fingers is part of Evernight's Publishing Romance on the Go Line, meant to be read in one sitting. Read on to find out more about this delightful read.

Breaking your e-reader at the end of a long and trying day is enough to send any woman over the edge. Karen's one treat are her naughty stories. Desperate times call for desperate measures.

Saucy stories in the old library? It doesn't seem likely, but when Karen is sent home with an odd looking reading device magic happens at the touch of her fingers. Is the drop dead gorgeous man she encounters real or just a flight of her imagination?

Caught in a weekend of sexual delight, will she lose her heart, as well as her inhibitions? And is there any future for the two of them?

Thanks so much for having me here today to share a little about my new release, Sol and the Magic Fingers.

This story was a dream to write, because it literally wrote itself :) I've always been fascinated by Genies. Aladdin was one of my favourite stories as a child. So, when a reader left a comment on my blog wishing for a magical e-reader, I immediately thought, "Oohh, now there's an idea."

I was busy with other things, until New Year's Eve, when I was standing at my kitchen sink, doing the washing up, and … Poof … in true Genie style there was Sol in my head, telling me the entire first chapter.

Now, I love it when that happens, but it was New Year's Eve and I had a poorly toddler to boot. However, I know when resistance is futile, and like the dutiful author I am, I sat down and took dictation. Four am the next morning saw me type The End. :) So, there you have it. The magical journey of Sol, lol. I hope you enjoy reading his story as much as I enjoyed writing it…

Excerpt:

She jumped up, rinsed off her plate in the sink, and grabbing a fresh cup of coffee on the way, headed for the sanctuary of her bedroom. Here she liked to immerse herself in her stories, to forget about her worries, and let herself be transported into another world of drop dead gorgeous men, who actually knew how to pleasure a woman, and didn't leave their dirty socks on your bedroom floor. She giggled at the thought and ran her hands over the e-reader. Just like before it seemed to come to life in her hands. It shimmered and grew, and as if by magic the story she'd been reading appeared on the screen.  Well, Mr. Jones had said it was in there. She found her place and started reading.

Two hours later she dropped the reader out of her clammy hands and drew a ragged breath into her lungs. Wow, that had been an intense read. The story was hot, but somehow, this time round it had felt as though shehad been the heroine in the book, so engrossed had she been in the scenes unfolding in her mind. Beads of perspiration covered her body, and her breasts felt heavy and so sensitive that the slightest touch of her blouse against her hard nipples sent darts of stinging awareness between her thighs. Her underwear was soaked through with the evidence of her arousal, and a mere brush of her fingers over the engorged nub at the top of her slit was all it took for her to tumble into a breathtaking orgasm.

When she had her breathing back under control, she smiled, as her fingertips touched the reader. It brightened and vibrated slightly, and Karen couldn't stop herself from murmuring her wish.

"If only you could magic me a real life man like the ones in your stories." The reader grew hot, and Karen yelped as it burned her fingertips. She blew on them and frowned, but the reader was once again back to normal. Still that odd looking design, but not glowing, vibrating, or otherwise, and—she touched it gingerly—not hot. Karen shook her head at her fanciful imaginings and headed for the shower.

That's what she needed, a nice long, hot shower to chase away the cobwebs and a chance to try out her new waterproof dildo. She sniggered as she turned on the shower and eyed the huge phallus shaped object. She would see…

She switched on the shower and stepped under the heavy stream. The power shower had been the major selling point when Karen had bought her apartment. Where other women soaked in the bath, she lingered in the shower. Nothing like letting the jets of hot water soothe cramping muscles and drain the stresses of the day down the swirling plughole. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. She wasn't really standing in the shower—no she was on a tropical island under a cascading waterfall, waiting for her lover to appear. She smiled and cupped her breasts, imagining it was another set of hands massaging the heavy globes. She leaned back against the tiles to steady herself, only in her imagination it was her lover's hard muscled chest. Two strong arms circled her, and her heart did a silly little flop, as teeth grazed her ear.

"I've got you. Just let yourself feel." The deeply seductive, slightly accented voice dripped over her senses, like hot, molten chocolate, and the unmistakable edge of command caused a delicious flutter of excitement deep inside her core. He trailed his large, slightly calloused hands along her arms and pulled them up high above her head. Something wrapped around her wrists and another tug brought her up on her tiptoes. She swayed until his hard arm ‘round her waist grounded her against him. A hair-roughened thigh slipped between her legs, creating delicious friction against her core, and a rush of her juices coated her nether lips.

"Who are you?" She had to ask, even if it meant spoiling the magic, for the hard cock pressing into her ass cheeks left her in no doubt that she was not on her own. Either she was fast asleep, having the most erotic dream yet, or she had indeed been joined in the shower by an unknown man, whose clean and slightly spicy musk permeated her consciousness, and pitched her arousal higher still. Like the strongest aphrodisiac, his scent surrounded her, strange and familiar all at once, and the frisson of fear the absurdity of the situation brought with it, just increased the intensity of her feelings.

"I'm Sol, and I'm here to make your dreams come true. Will you let me?"

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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

STALKING LINKS:

Websitehttp://www.dorisoconnor.com/

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Twitterhttps://twitter.com/mamaD8

Facebookhttps://www.facebook.com/pages/Doris-OConnor-Romance-Author/241366635885432

Pinteresthttp://pinterest.com/dorisoconnor/

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The Art of Change Kelly Andria

Welcome to author Kelly Andria who is visiting the blog today in lieu of T'n'T's Confidential to talk about her release The Art of Change. She will be awarding a $25.00 Gift Certificate for either Barnes & Noble or Amazon, winner's choice, to a randomly drawn commenter during the tour. Don't miss your chance, read on and leave a comment at the bottom! 

She's touring on several blog, so the more comments the more your chances of winning increase!

The Art of Change

by Kelly Andria

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Gallery owner Nellie, a giving yet neurotic New Yorker, brings together a mismatched cast of characters in the opening of Ryan Whittaker’s debut, a phallic show. Little does she know that she is setting the scene for odd and unpredictable relationships, much like Shakespeare in Midsummer Night’s Dream. The frenzied, magical mix-up is an outrageous farce with a deep moral message: there is a RIGHT place for everyone in this world and love and friendship cement us in it.

The Art of Change is a funny, smooth reading romance, which deals with bridging differences in gender,  education,  social milieu, in an insane but pragmatic, modern fairytale, set in New York City. The twists of the plot are written without an ounce of cynicism but simply acknowledging that life is neither here nor there, neither black or white and all can be dealt with in real friendship and love.

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EXCERPT

Chapter 2

Monroe Burton looked at the art show invitation on his dresser. Ryan Whittaker: The Manhunt: The Elusive State of Happiness.

He didn’t know whether it was the age of the artist—a brash twenty-eight years— or the forthright sexual innuendo of the title placed above the painting of the phallic symbol in chiaroscuro that aroused his curiosity. An artist with an eye for seeing the extraordinary in the ordinary . . . isolating and bringing it to another level of meaning. Voyeurism with humor. Instantly, he decided to attend.

“I’m so tired of installations, photography, video and performance art, ad nauseam—enough! I need paintings. I am definitely ending my gallery tour with this show tonight,” he told himself.

In addition to the immediate interest sparked by this exhibit, Monroe had a soft spot for the gallery owner, Nellie Adams, a forty-something recent divorcée who had opened her own gallery, 911, despite all odds. Judging from her previous shows, it was clear she promoted budding artists, controversial views, and outsiders, irrespective of profit and possibility.

Nellie reminded him of older times, when art used to be ART and not another commodity or a way of exhibiting wealth and power. Over the last thirty years, the majority of art had become tied to social causes and issues. It had become so complicated. But, hey, he thought, if that’s what sells . . .

Yet how exhausting and uninspiring it is for an art critic to review works such as the latest he had seen and simply refused to write up: a woman between two huge pieces of Styrofoam toast, a human slice of salami, supposedly symbolizing the pressure and subordination of the female by the male, the family, and career. He was drained, tired, and weary of reviewing works he thought were less than junk. He had kept his standards high, his views fresh, and the art world appreciated his precise dissections and fair criticism. Even if the readers sometimes didn’t agree with the review, they would always enjoy it!

Monroe picked up the elegant card and turned it over in his hand.

Now, global art . . . maybe? Tonight he wanted to unveil an artist who moved within realms like bioengineering or human issues—like AIDS! Now there was an idea: sex awareness with a twist. Yes, this young man from Oregon just might be sending this message. It was something Monroe wanted to believe.

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Kelly Andria is the pen name of two very close friends who decided to write a story to make people laugh. The two authors, although different in many ways and viewpoints, have a lot in common. Both Greek Americans coming from conservative vibrant families, they learned to speak and act as they believe. Fair but always kind. Their passion for art, food and romance led them to become authors of a comedy that redefines the “boy meets girl” norm.  The wacky one of the group knew that they had the stories in them. The other half quickly became convinced as their quirky characters took shape and form and gained a voice of their own.

Website: http://www.kellyandria.com/

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Wednesday Brief: Your hump day dose of Flash Fiction

Welcome to Wednesday Brief!

You can read Clare and Mikelo's story from the beginning up at the top of the page by clicking on the tab that says Wednesday Brief (simply scroll down and you'll find each chapter labeled as Little Luna). If you only want to read last week's Brief then click Here.  

The prompt I used was: Use the element of surprise.

Enjoy! And of course, don't forget to visit the rest of the Briefer's!

Little Luna (6)

“Clare.” Mikelo watched as surprise registered in Clare’s gaze. Her eyes widened, her breath visibly catching as he stepped into the shaft of moonlight filtering through the window. He paused and as if by command her frantic movements to escape, stopped.

“What, how—“

Mikelo waited as she collected her scrambled thoughts, her gaze darting around the room, searching in the shadows for his hiding place.

“How long have you been watching me?” Her voice wavered.

His gaze bore into hers and he watched amused as a fresh coat of pink tainted her cheeks. Evidence of her dream still clung to her, from the flush on her neck, to the rapid rise and fall of her chest, to the disarrayed locks. His gaze lowered, a slow smile spreading on his face as she hurried to press her thighs together and readjust her skirt.

“For quite some time, little Luna,” he finally replied, looking at her. “This is my bed chamber.”

“Oh.” Her gaze dropped to the floor, her hair tumbling over her face and hiding her features from him. He knew she was still coming to grips with the erotic dream. It was normal. The thought of comforting her appealed to him, but he kept himself at bay. She needed to accept the reality of things on her own terms, at her own pace. He frowned. Even, if that time was in truth very limited.

Abruptly, she lifted her head. Straightening her spine and squaring her shoulders, she met his gaze head on. He fought the impulse to laugh. There was the little fighter that had stumbled upon his world years ago.

“Where are we?”

“Raidrako, the land of the red sun, capital of the Feardrako kingdom.”

“Your home?”

“Yes.”

“Why am I here?”

Mikelo sighed. Just when he had started hoping.

“I know the bond, the promise, but surely, there must be a way to break it? I don’t belong here.”

“It’s a little too soon to know that, don’t you think, Clare?”

Standing, Clare took a step toward him and opened her arms dramatically, her blue gaze intense in her defiant glare.

“Look at me, Mikelo. Look- at –me.”

He raised his eyebrows and she pressed her lips together in outrage. 

“Do I look like I belong here? Dressed in a pale pink suit dress and stockings, standing at the side of a four poster bed with furs, with furs!” she cried out, stomping her foot in frustration.

A part of Mikelo knew he shouldn’t move. He should just take her anger until it passed, but he couldn’t. The blood bond was stronger in his realm and he’d waited so long for her, so long. He yearned to take her into his arms and feel the warmth of her heat around his cock. He wanted to kiss her until her lips became red and swollen as the moon during a storm.

He took a step and immediately she dropped her arms, her eyes wide. Another step and her bravado failed her completely.

“Yes, you’re right Little Luna.” Another step and she was hitting the bed with the back of her knees.  “Your dress and stockings don’t belong here; a woman in my realm does not wear clothes like those. But you.” She fell into a sitting position with a surprised yelp. Mikelo towered over her. “You do.” 

Placing the palm of his hand on her shoulder, he pushed gently. She fell back against the feather mattress without a sound of protest. Leaning into her, he placed his arms next to her head, holding his weight and caging her.

“You belong here, Clare. You belong here with me, naked on this bed, writhing under me night after night as I take you to the highest heights of pleasure you have ever experienced.”

Mikelo leaned closer, his lips inches away from her parted mouth. 

“Your dream was nothing compared to the reality of what could be, little Luna.” Her gasp of surprise drowned in his mouth as he finally tasted paradise.

To be continued...

This week's Briefer's: 

MA Church  

Andrew Q. Gordon

Nephylim    

  Lily Sawyer      

Cia Nordwell     

LM Brown 

Victoria Adams      

Tali Spencer  

 Julie Lynn Hayes