Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Lillian Grant is in the House!

I'll admit to being a little giddy this morning. I mean, come on, Lillian Grant is here. On my blog. With me. I know, right?!

We're gonna get down and dirty about her new release, Go With The Flo, and talk about loud neighbor sex, Avon and Irish strippers. Sounds like a party to me!

Let's get to it, shall we?

Tell us a little about your new release, Go With The Flo.

Florence is a bit hair brained. She has delusions that her life is like the movies. Added to that she has an over active imagination that turns the mundane into something bizarre. More than once she has called the cops to arrest people because she let her imagination get away from her. Fortunately her best friend Nelson is around to keep her safe even when her latest exploit sees her taking off to find her missing ex boyfriend, who has also become her own personal flasher.

Mmm, Nelson. He's yummy! Just look at him! What is it about motorcycle ridin’, leather wearin’, men that gets us all revved up?

In one of my books my heroine says she loves a man with something big revving between his thighs. I have nothing to add to that comment :)

I definitely agree! Big...revving...you sure do know how to distract a girl! 

LOL! Okay, carrying on. What, or who, was your inspiration for Florence and Nelson, the main characters of Go With The Flo?

I have no flipping idea. Really these strange people just appear in my mind and demand I write about them. I did get the idea for the story after watching the movie Edward Scissorhands. I wondered what I could do with a heroine who wanted to find her own Edward so much she joined Avon and sold it door to door. Of course then I needed a hero to be the Edward she never realized she had. The rest was just my own usual brand of crazy.

I think the readers will agree that we love your brand of crazy! Which leads me to ask, how much of your personality is in Florence?

I have to say I have never thought my life was a movie, nor have I called the cops because I thought my neighbors were beating each other up when they were having noisy sex.  However, I did sell Avon in my teens…very badly. And I have been known to have the odd disaster in my life.

Your books are filled with yummy men. Tell us about your “ultimate” hero. Feel free to be specific!

I have just had a book contracted by Liquid Silver Books called Hot Male and I have to say the Irish stripper who is the hero of that book is undoubtedly my ultimate hero. He’s irreverent, funny, a terrible flirt but has a wonderful depth once you get to know him. And believe me I have. The man is my current muse and tells me he has no intention of going anywhere. I even made a website for him. www.michael-monaghan.com

Love the website, by the way. Hot Male...Michael...mmmmm. Sorry. Where were we? Oh, right. Interview! :)

What’s the one thing you can’t live without?

I should say my husband but I am inclined to say red wine…and no I don’t have a drinking problem. I like drinking and it’s not a problem :)

What’s the best thing about writing erotic romance?

You can imagine all the things in the world you like even though at my age and with my lack of height a lot of them would be physically impossible.

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done in the name of research?

Nothing. I hate research. I usually avoid writing anything that requires much more than a search of the internet. I did borrow a book from the library once about Brazil but going there would have been more fun.

Who inspires you?

My critique partner Sofia Grey and if inspiration isn’t working she is not averse to nagging and beating if it gets the job done :)

Give us one little known fact about you.

Despite being a petite 4ft 10 I am a registered builder and used to work alongside my husband on the building sites back in the day.

Do you have anything else to share with us today?

Only to thank you for the interview. It was fun and so much cheaper than seeing a shrink :)

You might want to wait until you get my bill...LOL! KIDDING! It was great having you here today and I hope you'll come back again! 

In the meantime, here's a tasty look at Go With The Flo!

Nineties girl Florence Spring joined Avon to find her Edward Scissorhands but instead ends up trying to rescue his porno alter ego.

When Florence notices her eccentric ex-boyfriend, Eddie, isn't putting on his usual show in the front window on Friday night, she decides to investigate. She asks her best friend, Nelson Tyler, to help but he seems more interested in seducing Florence than in finding her personal flasher. Florence has no idea when she embarks on the adventure she will accidentally shoot an undercover policeman, or that her actions will lead to Nelson's kidnapping. Now with two men missing she has no choice but to continue and thwart the plans of a psychotic soon-to-be divorcee. She needs to rescue Nelson because life without him is unbearable, especially since she's discovered his long sensitive fingers are far more erotic than scissorhands.

Want more? Okay, okay. Settle down. Read on my little monkeys!

Excerpt of Go With The Flo:

Florence Spring trudged down another empty street. A bag full of lipstick, foundation, eye shadow, and all manner of items designed to make a girl of the nineties a sight to behold, swung from her shoulder. The tote banged against her hip, aggravating an already aching bruise. Even though drizzle soaked her face, she resisted the urge to wipe it off. She knew it was her duty to represent the products she sold to the best of her ability. The handbook for sales 101 read, better to appear damp, than smudged.

This wasn’t how she’d envisioned life as an Avon representative. Where was her dark castle? Her mysterious hero? When would she find a beautiful man with a penchant for leather and rubber? She joined up to find her Edward Scissorhands. The closest she’d come was his porno alter ego, Edward Penishands.

If Eddie Cain wiggled his dick in his front room window one more time as she walked past, she would take the gold-handled nail scissors, on special this week for two dollars with any order over twenty dollars, and snip the little worm off. Bad enough she’d gone out with him once—once, and only once. The relationship had been doomed from the start. After his mother died, Eddie became most odd. Their one date had confirmed her belief that he was strange.

Snuggled together upstairs at the back of the number forty-six bus, he had whispered that he would like to handcuff her to his bed and whip her with a riding crop. She hadn’t even had a chance to answer before he let out a low moan and spontaneously ejaculated, leaving a noticeable stain on the front of his gray gabardine pants. She’d graciously lent him her jacket to carry in front of him as they climbed from the bus and entered the movie theatre. When he unzipped his fly and pulled the worm free at the first on-screen kiss, she excused herself and fled. She never did ask for her jacket back. It was her favorite too, genuine faux leather and fur. Never mind. She doubted even the dry cleaners would have been able to get the spunk stain out.

Cautiously, she approached number ninety-two Stoffer Street. The curtains hung open, however the front window stood bare. Eddie appeared to be out. She checked her watch. Bang on time. Eight p.m. as usual. She passed by every Friday night. He lived on the most direct route from her allotted sales patch to Nelson’s house. Eddie always waited for her. This time of the year he was usually silhouetted by the living room light. He’d never missed an opportunity to wiggle his wanger at her before. As much as she hated to admit it, she missed the little bugger; the wanger, not Eddie. She needed a good laugh after the dismal sales she usually mustered and Eddie always managed to add some element of humor to the whole sordid show. If only he learned to do the comedy act without the nudity he could take his show on the road. Of course, he could take it on the road with the striptease if he wanted to appeal to a whole other audience.

Truth be told, seeing him semi-naked once a week was, she suspected, the closest either of them had come to dating lately. If only she could find her prince charming, all dark, mysterious and quiet. She had a thing for silent movies. Everyone knew men of few words were sexy. You could imagine all sorts going on in their heads. Plans to show you the world, slay dragons, and win your heart. No one wanted to deal with the truth of them wondering if your boobs were real or if you had tissues stuffed in your bra, or calculating how long it would take them to wrestle you out of your underwear.

With a shrug, Florence tugged her jacket collar up in a feeble attempt to protect herself from the steady precipitation. She hated winter. Every year her mother reminisced about her childhood in England, telling Florence about the huge family Christmases they had which broke up the long cold months. Nothing happened in winter in New South Wales. Florence only had her mother’s secondhand memories of chocolate box celebrations. Although, Grandma Wilson did her best to break up the monotony of endless gray days with her Christmas in June party. Florence recalled the last outrageous family event only six weeks ago. What had that been beneath the mistletoe with Nelson? She shivered, even though she wasn’t cold. She needed to push that memory right out of her head before she reached her destination.

With a dismissive toss of her head, just in case he was watching, she left Eddie to his own sordid devices and continued on her way—her ego a little deflated. Even the local flasher had lost interest.

She turned the corner and a feeling of contentment swept over her. Her best friend Nelson’s home was her bolt-hole from reality, away from her parents and the madness at her house. The small, rundown, two-bed town house might look in need of TLC to some. To her it stood out as an oasis in a horrible sales jungle. A lamp lit vision shrouded in mist. The tiny house was a cottage by the sea, a cozy little shack in the woods, anything her imagination fancied.

Not bothering to knock, she turned the handle and stepped inside. A blast of motor oil and male musky-scented air greeted her, along with Nelson’s cat, Killer. She lifted the undersized ginger fur ball to her face and rubbed him against her cheek, giggling at his loud purr. He waited for her every week, as did Nelson. She always popped in to warm up before he escorted her home.

A shout came from the kitchen. “That you, Squirt?”

She put the cat down and dropped her heavy bag on the side table. After tugging off her sodden woolen gloves and damp jacket, she tossed them on the banister to dry.
“Yeah, it’s only me.”

She secured the front door so Killer couldn’t escape, and sauntered the length of the threadbare carpeted hallway, glancing at the shiny new bolt and padlock on the basement door. She stopped on the threshold of the kitchen and stared at the vision before her.
Nelson glanced up from where he was kneeling on the floor. His eyes were hidden by his tousled dark hair. A huge grin spread across his face. “Hot chocolate’s by the stove.”

She stared at the red and polished chrome monster currently taking up half the floor space. “What are you doing?”

Purchase Links:

Liquid Silver Books

Lillian Grant Bio: 

Born and bred in the UK, my whole life was turned on its head when, at the tender age of eighteen, I met and fell instantly in love with my darling husband.  I knew the minute I met him I was going to marry him and, fortunately, he came to the same conclusion less than six months later.

My husband has shown me the world, starting by bringing me to Australia.  The country we now call home, and where we have raised our two boys. It didn’t take me long to turn native, becoming a citizen and dropping the British accent. However, our wanderlust didn’t stop there. We have moved from state to state, always ready for a new adventure.  We have also visited  many destinations around the world.

My stories reflect my love for travel and exotic locations, along with my quirky British sense of humor. Well, you can’t give up all of your heritage now can you?

For more information about Lillian Grant:

Friday, September 14, 2012

Joe and Amanda's First Interview

Whew - we made it to Friday! It is Friday, right. Yep. Okay, whew. 

I have a weekend filled with writing ahead so I'll get right to the point.

Joe and Amanda join me today over at Bookin' It Reviews. Talina is a fantastic host and we all thank her for having us today. She's also doing a giveaway - the last chance to win a copy of One Night Stand for a while, so be sure not to miss your chance!

I've managed to wrangle those crazy lovebirds (although they take constant...um...breaks), so they'll be hanging around answering questions today if you've got 'em. Just leave us a comment!

I wish you all a great weekend and as always...
Happy Reading,

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Full Moon Bites

Good morning readers!

I'm on the home stretch of my "virtual tour." It's been a lot of fun traveling the Internet (less construction). I've met some really great people, picked up some new followers and have enjoyed every minute with you!

But don't worry. I'm not done yet. Not. Even. Close. The next few months will be filled with excitement! I've got some great authors coming to visit my blog and the Martins will be making a week-long appearance mid-October. I expect hijinks (Alec has already threatened to show up in his cowboy hat and Superman underwear). Oh! And I may, or may not, have an announcement (or two) coming before year-end as well. *evil grin*

Ok, back to business. If you want another chance to win a copy of One Night Stand, head on over to Full Moon Bites, I'll be there all day!

Until tomorrow (when I attempt to interview Joe and Amanda),

Happy Reading!


Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Giveaway, Books-n-Kisses and an Award!

I am overwhelmed. It's barely 9am and already today's giveaway has over 260 entries to win! WOW

That being said, I am spending Wicked Wednesday with Kelly over at Books-n-Kisses. I'm talking quirks, my bucket list and I offer a little known fact about myself. Well, it's not "little known" anymore! 

Next, I can finally announce that One Night Stand has won the Erotic Romance category of the Golden Claddagh Contest, sponsored by RWA Special Interest Chapter, Celtic Hearts Romance Writers. It was also one of the runners up for the Golden Claddagh. I am very excited to be recognized by others in the industry. It's a tremendous honor and I am grateful to everyone who participated. Congratulations to all the winners! 

If you would like to see the results, go to Celtic Hearts Romance Writers.

Now, go forth and be wicked. It's Wednesday, after all. 

Happy Reading,

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Wet Men, Slippery Bodies, Rosanna Leo. Wait. What?

I am so excited to have my sweet friend, Rosanna Leo, back on my blog today! Her new release, The Selkie, which I am completely in love with by the way, is available NOW. (Don't tell anyone but I could stare at that cover for hours. I mean, come on! Sexy!)

Get comfortable, because Rosanna is going to tell us about her fascination for wet men. I am in complete agreement with her. Every girl should have a wet man beside her. Or behind her. Or...well, you get the idea.

Welcome Rosanna! Take it away girl!


     All right, as you can probably tell, I have a thing for wet men.  It’s true. When I watch the Olympics, I gravitate to the water sports. The sports in which men get soaked and wear tiny shorts on their hard bodies….sorry, what was I saying? Got distracted for a sec!

     Can you blame me? Don’t men like wet women too? I think we all appreciate the allure of a moist, slippery body under our hands…uh…oops. Almost lost myself there again!

     I was pretty tickled when I saw my cover for The Selkie. First of all, it was the realization of my dream, a dream of a mythological man stalking out of the waves to claim his woman. My publisher Liquid Silver Books allows a lot of author input on our covers, and the artist Amanda Kelsey did an amazing job.  I wanted to convey the mystical beaches in Scotland, places where anything could happen. To my heroine Maggie, something incredible does happen. Her Selkie man becomes flesh.

     Calan is a creature she has dreamed about and never thought to see in the flesh. I knew I had to make their first meeting electric…sexual combustion. So I set it on the beach at night, with the stars above. Maggie is disturbed by the sound of splashing water, she looks up, and this is what she sees.

     An incredible man, a man who looks better than any other, rising out of the waves. He is completely nude and unashamed to be so.  Water drips from his body as his muscled legs bring him closer to her. His long, dark hair is soaked. She watches as the drips travel over each sculpted muscle, and loses her ability to speak or reason or breathe.

     So, yeah, I guess you can say having a wet man at my disposal is a little fantasy of mine. I hope you’ll read The Selkie and indulge in it with me. :)


I'm in. Oh, I am sooooo in. Did I mention the yummy cover? Check Calan out!

This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancĂ© cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.

To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.

Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.

As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.


Sounds great right? It's better than that! Keep reading...


She was attempting to stand on her wobbly legs, only to fall back down on her bottom, when she heard the sound of splashing water. Thinking it was her seal, Maggie turned to look.

Her breath caught in her throat. It wasn’t the animal at all.

It was a man. He was rising out of the waves, walking toward her. She froze. He was nude, utterly nude, and was staring at her with overflowing intimacy. As if they’d had, God help her, relations.

And she realized, with sudden panic, they’d had! In her dreams. He was the seal-man from all her sex dreams.

No. Impossible.

Her first instinct was to call for help, but there was no one near. And then she realized with frightening awareness that she didn’t want any help anyway. Glued to her spot, she couldn’t help but drink him in.

He was beautiful, if unnervingly wet and naked. He had long, shiny, brown hair that hung down past his shoulders. His face could have belonged on an ad for expensive cologne, and he had a body to match. Sculpted shoulders gave way to arms corded in muscle. His defined chest was blanketed by a smattering of sparse, brown hair that led tantalizingly to his rock-hard abs.

Maggie held her breath as her gaze traveled lower on his body, taking in trim calves and thighs a quarterback would envy. And, she noted with simultaneous hunger and horror, his penis was the biggest she’d ever had the pleasure of seeing. It was thick and long and glistening with the droplets of water that yet cascaded over his body. And it seemed to be reaching for her. She gulped, and forced herself to look back up at his face.

There was a faint glow about his skin, a shimmery aura. Dismissing it as a trick of the moonlight, she shook her head.

He was almost upon her, and his full lips were taut in a teasing grin. Maybe he was a surfer who’d lost not only his board, but his shorts in the waves. She knew she should be frantic, but wasn’t. There was something in his brown eyes that was so familiar, so soothing, even as they swept over her own body with lustful appreciation.

He stopped in front of her, and stood boldly, unashamed of his glorious nakedness. She managed to spit out one hushed word. “You.”

“You,” was his equally awed reply.


Sweet mercy. I want to buy it all over again! Here are the links so you, too, can enjoy the wetness of Calan. 

Thanks for being here today, Rosanna! It's always a pleasure to have you!

Rosanna Leo writes erotic romance for Liquid Silver Books. She is the author of For the Love of a God, Up In Flames, Sweet Hell and The Selkie. Her favorite things are her family, libraries and Nutella. Cute men make her squeal and she loves turning people on with her love stories.

Monday, September 10, 2012

Sultry Storyteller

Happy Monday!

Today, I'm over at Sultry Storyteller, where I talk about inspiration, combat and the word that best describes me! :)

Tomorrow, I have the lovely Rosanna Leo back on my blog. It's always a party when the two of us get together so you won't want to miss it. She's going to talk about wet things. *snicker*

That's all for now,

Happy Reading!

Friday, September 7, 2012


Happy Friday Readers!!

I'm over with Rhonda Print today - come find out if I do it one at a time or in multiples!

I hope you all have a great weekend!

Happy Reading,


Wednesday, September 5, 2012

I'm spending Wicked Wednesday over at Close Encounters with the Night Kind! Nikki is giving away a copy of One Night Stand, so be sure to drop by and comment/enter to win!

Do something wicked in my honor today. As for me? *wink wink* That's a blog for another day...

Happy Reading!

Tuesday, September 4, 2012


It's a very busy week, so my posts will be short and sweet for a bit. I know you'll forgive me.
I'm so excited about this review, I just had to share! My wonderful publisher, Liquid Silver Books, also got a nod - to which I say AMEN! I feel very fortunate to be a part of the Liquid Silver Books lineup - they are a great group to work with.

Check out Ashlynn Moore's review of One Night Stand (scroll toward the bottom).

If you've read One Night Stand and loved/liked it, please be sure to review and rate at Amazon or Goodreads so others will know too! Share the love people! :)

I truly appreciate all of your support and comments. It's been a dream come true to have this book be so well received.

Happy Reading!


Monday, September 3, 2012

Good morning to all of you and Happy Labor Day to my friends in the US! Today, I am over with Tory Michaels, chatting about juggling. Wait...what? LOL - go check it out!

I wish all of you a very happy Monday. No matter what's in store for you today - have fun be safe and as always...

Happy Reading,