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Captivating Melody Release Day!

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God, I’m so thrilled for my first release with Evernight Publishing and the first book in the Discord’s Desire series! Get your copy HERE!

Cross a satyr, a siren, and an incubus with rock and roll, and you get Discord’s Desire, a band of panty-dropping hellions whose live shows incite orgies. As booking manager, Liz O’Brien has the monumental task of keeping the boys in line. She’s resistant to glamour of the fae and fame variety, which only makes her more tempting to lead singer, Kieran Blackmore. With his incubus charms, he could have any girl he wants—except Liz, who’s determined to stay professional.

However, when Kieran’s brother sends hitmen after the band, Liz discovers hunters with her abilities who are mortal enemies of the fae. Mercenaries might attack post-show, but Liz has her Beretta to handle that. What terrifies her more than any monster is how she’s falling for Kieran, which triggers every ‘run-away’ sensor in her foster kid handbook. With war brewing between the hunters and the fae, their love can only end in heartbreak.

“Maybe being surrounded by rockstars has me looking for a regular guy.” Liz locked gazes with Kieran, challenge flashing in her eyes. The poor bartender was getting dragged into batt

To her relief, the lights dimmed even more, and the spotlights circled to the front and center stage, casting a hush through the crowd. A smile curled her lips once Kieran’s sultry voice came over the speakers, the effects dropping like a pheromone bomb onto the audience. A visible ripple didn’t cascade through the air, but once his voice reached a familiar intensity and the rest of the band began playing, a huge scream resounded through the crowd.

Even without the incubus abilities at work, she had to admit, the man possessed a toe-curlingly sexy voice. As she scanned over the crowd, the beginnings of the orgy broke out, where strangers locked lips and deepened their kisses. A pair in front of her started getting handsy, and all of a sudden shirts were coming off. They weren’t even finished the first song, and the scent of sex laced through the room.

Liz let out a sigh. This was why she stayed backstage during the shows. Her glamour-resistance turned her into the one sober person at this lust inspired rager. Her dry spell would have to continue for now since she refused to hook up with the tool next to her and didn’t mainline the swell of sexuality like everyone else. Plus, with Mr. Fae Bartender behind her, she needed to act with extra caution. Bolting from fae sent the same message as a red flag to a bull—pretty please, come chase me.

On stage, Trevor thrummed away at the guitar, his fingers plucking over the strings with the skillful focus he always employed. He leaned up to the mic in front of him to add in the background vocals, the sensual tenor blending with Ky’s baritone. Renn’s hair flew as he thrashed away at the drums, his hands moving lightning fast and his hooves tapping the pedals. Meanwhile Jett romanced the length of his bass, providing the deep undercurrent the siren always did as those notes came out soul-wrenching.

Kieran’s voice reached a crescendo, drawing her attention front and forward. Normally when he sang, his gaze cast far and wide over the audience, as if he were romancing the crowd as a whole, but tonight, his eyes were locked on one person alone. She tried to swallow, but her throat grew dry.

Long strands of his dark hair drifted across his eyes as he clutched the microphone and rocked back and forth with it, the intensity projecting in his voice. He’d tossed his patched leather to the floor, stripped to a black wifebeater that clung to him like a second skin and revealed the intricate phoenix tattoo coiling down his arm. His hips shifted while he moved to the beat of the music, his grey jeans clinging to those powerful thighs. Yet nothing snared her as much as his amber eyes focused straight on her the entire time.

Heat flushed through her at his undivided attention, and while she’d like to blame it on all the bump and grind going on around her, Kieran got her hot and bothered. However, she wasn’t one to sit back and melt. Liz met his eyes and winked with a smirk. She caught the hint of a smile by the crinkle in his eyes as he crooned away.

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Curious About Captivating Melody?

“Hope you enjoy the show then, darling.” Heat flickered in his amber eyes, and his lowered voice made the implication quite clear.

I wrote this book two years ago, and since book one is coming out tomorrow, I already started on book two! However, the super secret is that it’s out EARLY! Grab your copy HERE today!

Here’s a sneak peek of the first page:

The stench of sweat, sex, and Chanel Number Five were never going to come out of Liz O’Brien’s jeans. She frowned as her Keds gummed to the floor backstage for the five thousandth time. That was the last gig they’d ever do at Peekaboos.

She peered past the stage out to the main floor of the strip club where a plethora of half- empty TicTac white tables populated the place. The remaining folks embarked on the bump and grind journey that at one tender age might’ve shocked and appalled her, but by now, she rolled her eyes and shut out the moans. Liz winced every time her shoe stuck to the black-and-white tiled floor as she crossed the room. Pink lighting skated throughout the place, even post-show, adding to the seedy ambiance.

She raked a hand through her long chestnut locks, a couple pieces drying to her face from the heat they pumped through this place. Guess since their strippers were shedding clothes, the staff had to keep ‘em comfortable.

Jett stood by the far door, giving her the ‘I’m bored look,’ which she’d come to realize happened about every two point five seconds when he wasn’t onstage or getting laid. After playing the bass for their earlier show, he’d tied back his dark strands, and his light blue eyes had a familiar twinkle in them. Average girls would see a ladykiller who screamed sex from his pores.

Liz noticed the prettier-than-average looks, but she also saw the greenish tint to Jett’s pale skin and the delicate gills along his neck. Since she’d never met her parents, Liz didn’t know the ‘why’ of her ability, but she’d always seen past the fae glamour shielding normal humans from the weird.

Jett lifted his sculpted brow in a cynical arch he’d perfected, jabbing at his watch as if she dragged along at a snail’s pace.

“The bar’s not going to disappear if you’re a couple minutes late,” Liz called out, quickening her pace to close the distance between them.

“Lies. I know for certain there’s an expiration date on the JD with my name on it. Six months on the road with us and you’d think you would catch on.” Jett slung his arm around her shoulder, the familiar weight one she’d never expected from her former one-night stand.

“It’s a miracle I’ve been able to put up with you lot for this long.”

Even though the first time she met Jett they’d fumbled in a back alley together, Liz much preferred him as her tether of sanity and staunch friend on the road. After all, traveling with rockstars was bad enough. The satyr, siren, banshee, and incubus were the real deal when it came to sex gods, with powers that worked on every human except her. She navigated the regular folks to book their gigs, while they made sure she wasn’t fae-bait to any supernatural who noticed her unique skill set.

Together she and Jett stepped out of the steamy room, which had begun to smell a little rank, and made their way down the narrow corridor leading to the front door. Neon pink lit the hallway, nauseatingly similar to the spotlights gleaming onto an opening act Liz would need bleach to remove from her memory banks.

“Good riddance,” Liz muttered as they strode through the doors onto the concrete landing.

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Weekly Word Count #114

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Word Count: 10,124

What story I’m currently working on: I was truckin, truckin, truckin the weeks before, but this week was a bit of a slowdown! Well. -ish. I hit 29k with Forged Alliances, though I’m hoping to reach 40k by the end of next week if the story keeps ramping up like it seems to be doing. And a lot of my effort this past week was for the Asgard Lounge sample that I started–I got my first three chapters done at 9k, and now I’m working on an outline/synopsis sort of dealie. Storytime!!

What I’m editing/marketing: I’ve been floating along with edits on the Steampunk with a Twist story–I’ll definitely have that ready by next week. And once I’m done that, I’m going to dive back into my YA winter fairytale from two years ago and re-edit that before trying to submit again! On the audio book front, An Airship Named Desire has been approved and is heading to retailers! I’ll update here first when it comes out!

Teaser of the week:

Dax_s grin widened, revealing teeth as he leaned against the bar. “Darling, if you wanted me somewhere private, all you had to do was ask,” he drawled. The languid way he carried h

Line of the week:

Navi lifted her bottle. “Well then, it sounds like we’re both fucked.”

His mouth quirked at that, and he clinked his beer to hers. “If that’s what you want, darling, I’ve been waiting to peel that dress off you from the moment I pulled into this lot.” The heat in his voice burned hotter than the August sun, and Navi’s core clenched tight at his words.  He scanned her with a predator’s intensity, and she could see his wolf clear in his eyes.

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The Smexy Blog Hop and Giveaway!

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Smexy Excerpt:

Brenna’s rolled-up sleeves exposed more of her creamy skin, even though she’d buttoned the shirt to hide the burnt holes on her white tank. She sat slouched to the side, and her legs twined along the couch, as if she’d conquered her surroundings. The way she leaned made her sloping curves more pronounced, and Conor couldn’t help following the trail up to her ripe lips. He stirred below at the thought of those long legs wrapped around his waist, and her ample breasts pressed against him.

The woman was wild, and not the kind you placed an arm around or sought to capture. She was the type who chased, who danced into your life like a spring storm, and left you battered and quaking in the wake. He froze as her eyes met his—caught staring.

However, as the tension settled between them, he found he couldn’t look away, nor did she. Her blue eyes sparked crystalline with interest as her gaze swept over him. Heat flushed through him under her scrutiny, and he hardened at once. The crisp ozone of an oncoming storm settled over them, and her scent seized him with longing, strong and sudden. Her breaths came out heavier, each one with a promise, and the languid blink of her long lashes only enhanced his arousal. He found himself drawn in like a sailor lured to sea, despite the dangers of the wild, untamable woman before him.

Adrenaline trickled through him and traveled down. He leaned forward, but before he could seize control, she rushed in like an onslaught.

Her lips pressed against his, and the motion sparked such a strong surge, he almost backed away. Instead, he pushed forward, twining his fingers through her dark, tangled hair and returning the kiss with full fervor. She fought with ferocity, and her nails curled into his shoulder as she bit down on his lip. Conor Malone wasn’t one to shirk from a fight, though, and he returned her intensity, shoving her down on the couch as his lips found hers again and again.

Heat swelled through him, intoxicating his brain. He slipped a hand up into her shirt to brush against her waist, the skin soft as cream and begging to be tasted. A moan escaped her lips at the touch, and she wrapped her legs around his. He kissed her lower, along her neck, and she responded in turn as those delicate fingertips explored his chest, seizing on his belt. Her grip made him even harder. He claimed her mouth again, darting his tongue in to deepen the kiss as he continued pressing her against the couch. The scorching blaze from their bodies purged any rational thought from his mind.

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Blurb:

Hunters are a lonely breed, and Conor’s no exception–until he meets Brenna. Even though she slinks in unannounced and kills the wight he’s hunting down, and he should be backing carefully away, he can’t get her blinding smile or gorgeous curves off his mind. The girl’s a mystery he can’t resist, so since they’re both after the same caster who’s unleashing these monsters, he suggests teaming up. Despite her initial reluctance, Brenna joins Conor’s quest and soon the wights aren’t the only thing the lusty lady is hunting down.

He’s happy enough to satisfy her hungers, though he wishes she’d give him a few answers with her kisses. Soon enough he learns her secrets have repercussions. Faster than Conor can lift his Glock, he’s drawn into a web of kidnappings and Unseelie mischief, and it’s all concealing the machinations of a darker foe–one determined to bring Philly and the two hunters to ruin.

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Ten Songs to Write Sexy Scenes to

Part of my writing ritual always includes hopping onto Spotify and putting on a playlist. While occasionally I free write without music, I find that it really helps me keep focused when I play something in the background. When it comes to writing sex scenes, since they’re such an intense, intimate thing, I always need accompanying music.

So, today I’m sharing my current top ten songs to write sex to! Granted, as different situations and characters arise, I do change up which ones fit. Sometimes it takes finding the song to get the right theme to emerge from the encounter.

1. Rev 22:20- Puscifer

This is one intense and sexy song. It’s got a lot of power, and Maynard has the sort of seductive voice to deliver.

2. Gravity of Love- Enigma

For more romantic sex, I like to use this song. (Even though my preference usually lies with raunchy rather than sweet :P) This one has the necessary “gravity” tee hee, to deliver the depth of emotion in those circumstances.

3. Inside of You, In Spite of You- Thoushaltnot

This industrial song is not the normal sexy fare, but when I was writing Hunting for Spring set amid grungy buildings and gritty themes, the song just fit the mood for Conor and Brenna.
4. Not a Virgin- Poe
I’ve written many a sex scene to this song. It’s one of my favorites because Poe’s just deliciously bold and raunchy. Since I tend to write a lot of sassy, take-charge ladies, this is the perfect anthem for them.
5. Sex and Candy-Marcy Playground
There’s a great sensuality to this song that works really well for flirty foreplay, and the first time I heard it, I knew it would be a good addition.
6. Fucked My Way Up to the Top- Lana Del Rey
To be honest, most of Lana Del Rey’s music has that hint of sexy that just works so well for cynical romance. This song in particular has a rough edge to the sweetness that I really enjoyed, and her voice gives any song a sexual edge.
7. Virgin State of Mind- K’s Choice
Dark music seems to work really well to put me in the mindset. This woman’s lower voice combined with the intensity of the music do a fantastic job of capturing a private moment, probably why I dug it in the first place.
8. Bad Things- Jace Everett
Just throwing it out there-who DOESN’T think of sex when they hear this song? Dark country just does it for me, and even the bit of twang gives it a raunchier vibe that fits in with the style of sex I normally write.
9. Beggin for Thread- Banks
Had this one on repeat yesterday when I was working on my most recent sex scene. I like the underlying desperation in it, which is why it jived for the rough sex the characters were having. Both clashed together, needing to feel something other than sadness.
10. Rough Sex- Lords of Acid
Can I spell it out more blatantly? Probably not. This band is usually the first to broadcast sex in your face, and I think this one also fits the bill for hot and rough, rather than any sort of sweet intimacy.

I’m probably missing a couple in the lineup, and I’m sure to discover more along the way, but these are my favorites at the moment. Did I miss any that you think should be on the list? Do you have any suggestions for new ones to listen to?