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Thursday, 27 December 2012

Coming Together: In Vein edited by Lisabet Sarai ~ All Proceeds Supporting Doctors Without Borders


Helping Vampires to Save the World

Let's face it. Vampires are sexy. Something about the undead stirs up our juices. Perhaps it's their irresistible power. Even when we know the danger, we're so very tempted to surrender to their all-consuming lust. Maybe we want to comfort them, to save them a lonely, bloody eternity. Maybe we secretly crave immortality ourselves.

Vampires are frequently portrayed as evil or at least amoral, viewing humanity from the jaded perspective of centuries. Now, though, vampires are doing their part to save the world.

Coming Together: In Vein is a brand new collection of vampire-themed erotica and erotic romance edited by Lisabet Sarai. All sales of this novel-length volume support Doctors Without Borders (Médecins Sans Frontières). MSF works in nearly 70 countries providing medical aid to those most in need regardless of their race, religion, or political affiliation. Right now, despite being barred from the country, MSF doctors and nurses are in Syria, working with patients from both sides of the civil war. They're performing surgery in caves and sneaking into refugee camps to distribute desperately needed medications.

You can help MSF in its life-saving mission, simply by indulging your passion for vampires. Buy a copy of Coming Together: In Vein in ebook, Kindle format, or print. Enjoy! Then help spread the word! Every copy we sell has the potential to save someone's life.

The list of contributors includes many names you'll recognize. Every one of these authors has provided his or her work free of charge, to support the charitable aims of the project. Furthermore, the editor is giving away a free copy of her short story collection Body Electric  to everyone who buys a copy of Coming Together: In Vein. (For details of this offer, click here.)

You'll find an excerpt below – just to whet your appetite.

Sink your teeth into Coming Together: In Vein. Help our vampires save the world. 

Excerpt From “Blood Taint” by Raziel Moore

As we stepped in, some of the tension left Neave’s body. It felt very much like we were being permitted into a private place. Normally, this would be her place of power, I thought. But I think we had her more off balance than she was used to.

“Can I offer you something?” Neave asked. Her host’s instinct obviously warred with others.

“Yes,” I said.

“Oh? Coffee? Wine? Um—”

“No, none of that.”

My arm was still around her shoulder. I turned her to face me and ran my free hand up her side. Daci stepped behind her and wound the fingers of one hand into Neave’s hair, the other stroking down her belly to her thigh. She pulled Neave’s head back, both to whisper in her ear and expose her neck to me.

“What would you offer us?” Daci asked. Neave shook all over. She met my eyes, terrified, wanting, all pretense of her as the huntress seeped away.

“Everything,” she whispered.

Something older and haunted lived in her now. Something I certainly hadn't expected. But, oh, how it called to me. I lowered my mouth to her neck, my own pretenses teetering as Neave closed her eyes. I kissed her, wanting nothing more than to drink until I had devoured the whole of what she was.

“I want everything, Neave, but I won’t take it. Not like that.” The simple statement of self-denial made me boil. “We can’t consume something as sweet as you all at once. It would be so selfish. Short sighted.”

I was telling this to myself as well as Neave. My hand swept down her side, under the hem of her skirt, drawing back up against her skin and bunching the material above her hip. Daci did the same thing on her other side and, as my lips left Neave’s neck, we slipped the one-piece dress over her head. Neave unconsciously moved her arms to help us slide the garment from her.

“But we accept your offer.”

Daci and I pressed Neave between us, our hands roaming her body and each other’s. Neave moaned out loud, sensuously; it was a sound of surrender I’d heard many times, but none quite so delicious as hers.

We covered the distance between the entryway and the bed without noticing, shedding clothes as we went, never for a moment leaving Neave completely free of our hands or mouths. The white sheets were perfectly clean, but piled and unmade, as if Neave had just gotten up from them. We fell amongst them in a tangle of limbs and hunger, for Neave had come alive. Her hands reached for me, for Daci. Her lips met mine, then my partner’s. Between the wordless sounds of basic pleasure, with Daci and I sharing her breasts, my hand stealing down to the wet heat between her legs, Neave whispered once, and again…

“Yes.”

Everywhere on Neave’s body tasted different. Her lips still had lingering wine, her ear, the barest hint of jasmine perfume. A permanent air of paint and thinner adorned her fingers, and there my tongue found the exact spots she’d pricked to get the blood she mixed into her paints. That made me growl. Lower down, I tasted sweat, and soap, and Neave’s own musk. Her pleasure, the chemistry of it, the psychic broadcast of it, those were as much what I needed, what Daci and I consumed, as anything else.

Neave bucked into my mouth as I pressed it between her legs. Her taste flooded me while Daci’s kisses muffled the accompanying sounds. Minutes later, Daci and I had traded places and my mouth was back at Neave’s, while her hand wrapped around my cock. Blindly, she pulled my hips between her open legs, where Daci was fervently busy. Daci’s soft hair tickled my abdomen as she slid just to the side.

“Let me, dearest,” Daci’s voice came from below. She disengaged Neave’s hand from my cock and took it in her own grasp. Daci’s tongue swept between Neave’s body and mine, as she lined me up to Neave’s molten-hot slit. I took Neave’s hand in mine, guiding it up Daci’s body to the zenith between her legs, where Neave’s fingers began their own exploration of sparse curls and pink folds.

Daci’s head made way as I slowly sank into Neave. All of us groaned, even Daci, from the infectious aura of sex the three of us generated, as well as from Neave’s fingers. The very air throbbed, as if our three heartbeats had become synchronous and magnified. The pulse and rush of blood was a liquid undercurrent to each beat. It was almost time.

One of my hands held Neave’s, our fingers interlaced against the sheets above her head. With the other, I raised her chin. Turning her head, baring her neck to me. Neave shuddered and heaved under me, bucking toward my cock. I knew what Daci was doing as I felt her head turn against my thigh. Daci was pushing Neave’s leg to the sheets, so she could reach Neave’s femoral artery, Daci’s favorite spot. She was also probably trapping Neave’s other hand against her own slit, guiding our captive beauty to where she was most wanted, most needed.

“Oh, God!” Neave whispered. She sounded desperate, frightened, wanton. Thrusting deep into her felt so, so good. I raised my head, inhaling deep, fangs fully bared. Neave’s wide eyes slid to my face, stared, then closed. Her entire body, taut and twisting under us, just seemed to melt. Oh, surrender, the sweetest taste of all.

Tuesday, 25 December 2012





    Merry Christmas

         Happy Holidays


         

Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Cover Reveal ~ You Found Me ~ H K Carlton

I am so excited to reveal yet another new cover.  

You Found Me is the first book that I penned from beginning to end (something that had a different feel to it than all my other scribblings up to that point) and with the encouragement of my sister and my children, it was the first manuscript that I sent out into the publishing world with the hopes of seeing it published. This is the first of two historical romances that will be released in the new year by MuseItUp Publishing. You Found Me has been with me the longest, so it is very near and dear to my heart.  I had very specific ideas of what I wanted for the cover, because I've had so much time to think about it. C.K. Volnek, one of many talented cover artists at MuseItUp Publishing, captured just the right feel. I cannot say enough about it. I am delighted with the cover. What do you think?

YOU FOUND ME Coming February 2013

Cover Design by C.K. Volnek   
You Found Me Blurb:

Injured, lost and alone, what more could a girl ask for than to be rescued by a roguish Scottish Laird and a proper English Duke?

Marcus Sunderland, reared in England, groomed from birth to be the Duke of Carlton, is everything a proper English gentleman should be. Unwaveringly loyal to his liege and childhood playmate Queen Elnor, devoted to his people and his country.

Laird Niall Lummisden of Clan Logan in Lomond, Scotland, is everything a roguish Scottish Laird should be. Dedicated to his clan. Friendly, easygoing, born with confident swagger, he is the complete antithesis to his English half-brother Marcus. 

As the brothers travel to a royal engagement they discover a woman left for dead in the road, beaten beyond recognition. It is decreed by his Queen that Marcus must take the stranger back to his estate to recover from her injuries. The unidentified woman not only survives the vicious attack but, as she begins to heal and communicate, struggling to recall her life before they found her, both men are intrigued and attracted to her.
 
The Duke and the Laird have survived a lifetime of cultural and political differences, but can the brothers survive her?
~ ~ ~ ~
I know what a few of you are probably thinking right about now after reading that blurb (especially the few that have read Swap) That yours truly might possibly have a brother fixation. I guess it does not qualify as a fetish...so maybe it's just a thang...Whatever it is; you are probably correct. :P

Monday, 10 December 2012

Welcome Author Sam Crescent

I'm very excited today to have multi-published author Sam Crescent as my guest at Pick a Genre Already.

Warm Welcome. Take it away, Sam...


First, I want to say a big thank you to H K for having me on her blog today.

I never know what to say on these posts and so I’m going to settle on talking about my Christmas release with Evernight Publishing. I love this time of year, in fact, I spend all year waiting for the festive season. This time of year is such a busy, stressful occasion and yet, I can’t stop myself from becoming immersed in the spirit.

Throwing myself into the shops is not what I mean. In my household, I’m the cook and that is what I spend a great deal of time doing, cooking and baking.

However, I have had a great deal of clumsy moments in the kitchen at this time of the year. I adore Turkey so much because I only eat it in December and because of this, I tend to be a complete glutton.

Two years ago, I decided that buying a 10 kilo (that was on the ticket when I got it) would be a brilliant way to feast on my favourite type of meat. So, being the person that I am, I picked it up, put the large (or extra, extra large bird) in my trolley without thinking. I buy from the supermarkets and I’ve never had any complaints. When it came to cooking the bird, that was another matter.

You see, in the supermarket you don’t think of the size of your baking tins, at least, I didn’t. Anyway, I got the turkey and placed it in my tin........erm..........it didn’t fit. The Turkey was huge, I mean, it looked small compacted with all those other turkeys but on my side, trying to get into a roasting tin. It was HUGE.

Crap!!!! What had I done? A mass panic as I had a gigantic turkey with no way to roast it, on Christmas.

Lets say, after some clever bondage treatment and a bit of nip and tucking, my turkey fit into that tin.

Okay, crisis averted, right? WRONG!!! It didn’t fit into the oven. By this time, I was red in the face and probably sweating. That turkey no longer looked appetising but bloody exhausting.

Changing shelves and doing the size test took a lot out of my arms. Did you know a 10 kilo bird could be that heavy? I never want to think about the pain in my muscles after that nightmare.

Anyway, after the mass panic and fear, my turkey was cooked and everyone loved it. We had plenty of leftovers with lots of curry the day after.

Do you have any scary Christmas disaster story? Feel free to share yours. 

Bound for Christmas is nothing about disaster and all about trust. I will be giving away one copy of Bound for Christmas. Simply leave a comment for a chance to enter. 
 
Author: Sam Crescent


Genre: Erotic romance, BDSM, rubenesque


Release Date: December 6th



Blurb:


Club Kink, 1

 They rarely spoke. They only touched hands. Until now.

Bernice Rowe has been fascinated by the man who regularly visits the library where she works. They never speak and only stare at each other. When she learns that her mystery man is one of the dominant men at Club Kink, she makes a choice to become a submissive.

Master Leon has been visiting the library for one reason—Bernice. He wants her desperately but knows his desires are not for everyone. When Leon finds her at the club he makes sure everyone knows she is his submissive.

He takes her away and starts her training. Leon is determined to make her his woman in time for Christmas. Neither know how the other feels, and it looks like it is going to be a Christmas to remember for both of them.

Be Warned: sex toys, spanking, BDSM, public exhibition

 Excerpt:

Her nipples were on fire. The clamps stung. She wanted to tear them off her breasts, but then she’d get even worse. Then the burning pain shot through her whole body. Her clit swelled. She rubbed her legs together feeling the pleasure shake her entire body. His touch sent off electric signals all around her. She was sensitive to the slightest touch.

“Do you feel the change?” he asked.

“I ache everywhere, Master.”

He turned her so her back was to him. “Every part of you is sensitive?”

“Yes, it is more than I can stand.”

Leon chuckled. The vibrations went straight to her cunt. She was on fire with the need to climax.  

His hands moved down the sides of her body. She whimpered then cried out as his hands slapped either side of her thighs. “Did I say you could play with yourself?”

“I’m not.”

Another short sharp slap to her thigh. She cried out then moaned as her legs scissored for more contact with her clitoris.

“You’re building up your punishments here, baby. Address me properly with my title unless I tell you otherwise.”

“I’m sorry, Master.” She wanted to sob and beg him to make her come all at the same time.

“Good.” His hands moved round to the front of her thighs. She felt him move down her body until he split her legs open. The contact she’d gained with her clit was lost.

Bernice whimpered missing the contact already.

“Please,” she said.

“Please, what?” he asked.

She cried out. It was too much. How could anyone concentrate with so much sensation? Her focus failed at every opportunity. It was too much and not enough. The pain combined with the pleasure made it hard for her to focus on anything. Leon expected her to keep saying his title while she couldn’t remember her own name.

He turned her back to face him. She stared at him for several seconds before he caught her close. Leon stroked her hair as she tried to gain some composure.

“You can use your safe word at any time,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes. Was she ready to give up? 

Author Bio: 

Sam Crescent is passionate about fiction. She loves a good erotic romance and so it only made sense for her to spread her wings and start writing. She began writing in 2009 and finally got that first acceptance in 2011. 

She loves creating new characters and delving into the worlds that she creates. When she’s not panicking about a story or arguing with a character, she can be found in her kitchen creating all kinds of havoc. Like her stories the creations in the kitchen can be just as dubious but sometimes things turn out great.



Yahoo Group: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/LovingEroticRomance 

Thank you so much for being my guest today, Sam! 

Don't forget to leave a comment and an e-mail address below, for a chance to win a copy of Bound for Christmas.

Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!
  

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Cover Reveal - Streetlight People - H K Carlton

So excited to reveal another new cover. They have all been fantastic! The art department at Total-E-Bound is Awesome! 

Cover Art by Oliver Bennett


This story is a little bit of a departure for me. First, it's a short story, that's new, as my editors will tell you; I like words and lots of them. Also a little different genre for me too, Ménage. Here are the release dates:

Pre-order: 25th February 2013 for VIP Members @ Total-E-Bound

Pre-release on the TEB site: 11th March 2013 Total-E-Bound

General Release: 8th April 2013

Coincidentally, the pre-order date for Streetlight People coincides with the general release of Lost Time

I hope you'll check them both out!  Here's the blurb for Streetlight People...





Monday, 3 December 2012

Welcome Author Nancy Adams


Please welcome fellow Canadian and Total E-Bound author Nancy Adams to Pick a Genre Already.
Warm Welcome, Nancy...

What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?

Lightening by Dean Koontz. It’s not a romance book but it is still one of my all time favourites. That budding romance between the main characters was simple but at the same time touching. The action and comedy was pretty great too.

Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?

Actually, I began writing romance at first and I hadn’t read anything by an erotic romance author. I enjoyed reading Johanna Lindsey, Iris Johansen, and Julie Garwood. I still like reading books by those authors. I made my jump to the erotic romance when Total-E-Bound Publishing accepted my first book. My then editor said I needed to smut up my story so it fit within their guidelines. Sooo, I did... and here I am writing... as my brother affectionately refers to as Chic Porn. LOL

Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)

Yes, I do believe in love at first sight and of course, I went for it... I married him!

Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about? Mine is over using the word ‘harshly’.

Yes. I have done my fair share of over used words, in one book it was ‘gently’, another it was ‘frowned’. However, IBP’s or ‘Independent Body Parts’ has topped the list. I have this way of detaching body parts like hands or eyes and allowing them to do their own thing.
For example: His hand touched her cheek.
Sounds okay, but if you picture it in your head, a hand is floating in mid-air and it touched a woman’s cheek all by itself. That’s freaky and cool! Lol
I do my best to catch all those nasty IBP’s but some still slip through.
 
Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?

Oh man, have I ever!
I overcome it by reading what I have already written or I switch off and work on a different storyline. Or sometimes I have a shower. Lol For some reason I get a tone of ideas when I’m in the shower. I know, I know I’m weird, but if it works, who am I to argue.

If you could live anywhere in the world, where would it be?

Well, I have to say I’m pretty happy living in Canada. But if they decided to give me the boot, I’d hop across the pond and shack up in merry old England. Or Scotland, Ireland, Wales. I’m not picky. Oh... Germany and France too!

     I'm with you, Nancy. Scotland/ England/Wales for me, too. (I think our roots are showing) 

If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?

Hmmm. That’s a great question. I guess I would have to say William MacKenzie from my up coming book The Bannockburn Spell. He’s tall, dark and dreamy plus is a soldier, well ex-SBS. I have a real soft spot for Army... or in this case Navy guys.

What are you reading right now?

I am reading Simply Irresistible by Rachel Gibson. She is such a great author. Her books always make me laugh.
 
If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?

I don’t watch reality shows so I don’t know much about them. But I have seen Fear Factor and the Japanese show MXC; now those shows I would do, they look like fun.

What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

Sorry, I was sworn to secrecy by the other parties involved. LOL
           
Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.
http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/b/b8/Dwayne_The_Rock_Johnson_2009_Tribeca_portrait.jpg
Dwayne Johnson



Do you want name for every category... lol
Okay how about I combine them. Dwayne Johnson. Yum... yum... yum! He was or maybe he still is a wrestler and he played football for the Calgary Stampeders. He’s an alright actor and I heard he can sing. I get my cake and to eat it too... teehee... you know what I mean. 
     
I have to agree with you Nanc. I love his smile. I mean, he has other fantastic body parts too and we should regale them at great lengths, but that grin... just does it for me! The man could talk me into anything! You are not the first of my guests to mention what the Rock is cookin'! Are you all doing the eyebrow thing now? 

Do you have family Christmas Traditions that you observe every year?

When it’s closer to Christmas, my husband and I bundle up our kidlets and take them for a night-time walk to see all the neighbour lights. Then we go home, have a fire and drink hot chocolate while watching Christmas shows or a Christmas movie.

What is your favourite Christmas Carol/song/hymn?

You’re probably going to laugh, but it’s Holly Jolly Christmas sung by Burl Ives. I always remember trying to sing along with it at the end of Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer. I butchered the words of course. I still sing it when I watch it with my kids. They think I’m amazing because I know the words.
 
Share with us a special childhood Christmas memory (favourite toy, special moment that you now treasure, best gift either given or received)




I have a couple of favourite memories but the one that stands out the most was when my brother would sneak into my room to wait for Santa. Every year we were going to wait up to see ‘The Big Man’ and while we waited we would play Monopoly. But, after the first 45 minutes I would get so tired that I didn’t want to play and would lay on my bed with my arm hung over the side watching John play for both of us. LOL He just loves Christmas. 
 
Real Tree or Artificial? 

Artificial... but I wish they came with a scratch ‘n sniff or something, I love the scent of pine from a real Christmas tree.

Star or Angel? 

For the top of the tree... has to be a Star

Hot Chocolate or Egg Nog? 

Mmm... Hot Chocolate... with Marshmallows...

Holiday Fanatic or Scrooge? 

Holiday Fanatic... except when it’s time to pack things away, then I wish I was a Scrooge Lol

What can readers look forward to next?

My next book The Bannockburn Spell is due out in January 7th.  Woo hoo! It’s a Contemporary Erotic Romance mixed with some fantasy and fairytale elements. I can hardly wait. This is my baby; it’s the first book I ever wrote.
Please tell us about your newest release.

My newest release The Soul Within is a Paranormal Erotic Romance. But don’t let the Paranormal fool you, it’s not just all about ghosts. It has medians – which I have defined as a soul that is separate from it’s body – both good and bad, lost souls, angels, a really bad... bad guy and of course a woman that doesn’t age and oh yah... she can sometimes see the dead.

Author: Nancy Adams

Title: The Soul Within

Genre: Paranormal Erotic Romance


Release Date: June 18th, 2012

Buy Link:  Amazon.com –
 

Author Blog:  http://fancynancyadams.blogspot.ca/

Blurb:  
 
Alex’s body is in a coma. His soul, however, is not. Desperate to become whole, he must first convince stubborn beauty Evening Sinclair that he is not dead.

For generations, the Sinclairs have been healers. Using a gentle touch to heal the body and a soothing word to heal the soul. Evening Sinclair is no different. Yet despite her secret abilities, Eve has a somewhat normal existence. She enjoys her small physiotherapy practice, dotes on her eight-year-old daughter and occasionally helps souls get back into their bodies—that is until Alex, with his brooding good looks and glowing eyes, appears in her kitchen.

Alex is desperate to get back into his body—two innocent lives depend on it. His only obstacle is Eve and her stubborn fear. Unfortunately for Eve, Alex is ruthless and just as stubborn. He will do whatever it takes to get what he wants. He will not ‘go away’ and no matter how much Eve tortures him with her lush body and perfect mouth, he will not change his mind. Eve will merge him, and if it takes him haunting her day and night, she will merge him back with a body—any body.

Naughty Excerpt from The Soul Within

She enjoyed soaping his body, even though she wished it was his body she was touching. When she closed her eyes, she could still see him lying in the hospital bed, the hard strength in his arms and shoulders. See the rippled muscles of his stomach and the dark hair covering his chest and face. She opened her eyes as she lathered his back. Cade had a nice body too, but it was not Alex.
             
She turned him around and began soaping his chest and shoulders. Covered his arms and hands, stroked his palm and pulled gently on each finger. Moved to his hips and knelt down, running her hands down the length of each leg. When she cupped him, she looked up and watched his face. His only indication that he liked what she was doing was the flaring of his nostrils. She stood and nudged him under the water and rubbed at his body to help remove the soap. She moved her hand to his now hard cock and stroked the length of him. God, he smelt so good, clean and manly. She pressed her mouth to his chest, swirled her tongue over his wet skin. Oh man, he tasted good too.      

She glanced back up to his face, slowly pumping his shaft. His eyes were glowing but the lids hung low as he stared back at her. She licked at her lips, her mouth starting to water at the idea of sucking him into her mouth. He shook his head. She nodded hers. Then dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
             
He tasted good, so good. She couldnt get enough. The need he triggered deep in her soul was heating her body up. She sucked hard, sliding up and down and received a growl for her effort. Then, she was lifted by her arms and Alex was crushing her mouth with his. He clasped her head between his hands and pulled back panting. “You make me…I want to…I dont know how…” He stopped and took a deep breath.
             
Eve placed her hands on his cheeks and, in an effort to calm him, adjusted her voice, “I know. Its the same for me.”
             
He shook his head, still confused and pulled her forward, crushing her against him. His mouth was hard and demanding. She allowed him to take whatever he needed.
             
He surprised her when he turned her away from him and placed her hands on the wall. His hands were all over her, cupping and stroking, gliding down her waist to her hips, then behind. Then, slipping his fingers between her legs, he parted her creamy lips. She groaned and rocked her hips back pushing her backside against his thick cock. She felt him drop his head onto her back as he toyed with her entrance. She rocked her hips again, not able to help herself.
             
Fuck.” He groaned and, grabbing her hips, plunged deep.
             
She moaned from the sudden heat of his invasion. His hands never ceased their carnal torment, moving over her body greedily, squeezing and caressing, setting her skin on fire. He fondled her breasts, pinched her nipples, kissed her shoulders. His arms wrapped around her and he pulled her back against his chest, his breath hot in her ear as he moved in long, so-slow strokes. He slid his fingers back into her slick folds and moved them in lazy circles. She came almost at once, grinding her hips back against him.
             
Alex grunted in frustration as he withdrew from her body. He grabbed her shoulders, turned her to face him and forced her hand to his cock. “Finish me, Eve.”
             
She understood immediately and gripped the slick length, pumping him hard and fast. He framed the sides of her head, kissing her. She tightened her grip and ran her finger over the sensitive tip with each hard stroke. He pulled his mouth away, but held her face next to his. She pumped a little harder, squeezed a little tighter as his hips bucked and he groaned into her mouth as he came.

The Soul Within

Author Bio

Besides her addiction to trash novels and bed linens, Nancy has been known to spontaneously rearrange furniture and stay up to the wee hours of the morning reading.  Writing is a new passion for Nancy, which began in 2008 with 'hobby' writing courses, while her husband was deployed.
           
Nancy's favorite genre...is anything romance related, although she does enjoy a good laugh.  As for her own novels, she demands three elements, intrigue, humor and a good dose of naughty scenes. 
           
Her other hobbies include, walking the dogs, running, and painting (not on canvas...the house).  Nancy lives in Eastern Ontario with her family and two furry beasts.
  
Thanks for joining me today, Nancy. Merry Christmas! Happy Holidays!