Monday, February 25, 2013

DEMON AT MY DOOR: An EXCLUSIVE Excerpt and Giveaway!


I'm thrilled to be kicking off Michelle A. Valentine's blog tour for her amazing paranormal New Adult novel DEMON AT MY DOOR. This book has everything I look for in a good book: an awesome plot, an ass-kicking heroine, and guys who make me swoon. Here's the blurb:


Gothic outcast Natalie Sugarman bartered her soul for her dying mother’s life sixteen years ago to a boy demon that could stop time. Now, days before her twenty-first birthday, the lifelines on her palms are slowly vanishing, and she knows it’s just a matter of time before Satan’s little helper collects. 
Natalie's tried numerous times to kill the demon and regain control of her soul’s destiny, but she always falls short. When she decides to try and gain the element of surprise for her next attempt, Natalie seeks answers about his location from a freaky, glowing-eyed fortuneteller. Creeped out by the psychic’s methods, she bolts from the reading and misses the warning that the demon who stole her soul is always closer than she thinks.
After some strange incidents with her new boyfriend, including a hot, levitating sex session, she realizes he’s the grown-up version of her little nightmare and he’s returned to collect on their deal. Natalie must figure out how to win her soul back from the demon before her lifeline completely disappears and she becomes his forever—even if that means making a deal to damn three other souls to take her place. 
*Demon at My Door is a New Adult Paranormal Romance with very mature scenes*


Sounds incredible, huh? Michelle has been fantastic to give me an exclusive excerpt from Rick's POV (who is one of my favorite book boyfriends, by the way) for today's stop. Here it is!



I want to savor every second with her, and make this last all night. I can’t rush this, no matter how much I would love to just flip her over and take her here and now.
  
Once I’m down to my boxers, I climb into bed, allowing my body to hover over hers. Natalie’s clear blue eyes stare into mine while her black hair spreads across my pillow. I instantly feel the pull between us—the connection I’ve always known that was there.
I lean down and kiss her neck before whispering, “You’re so beautiful.”
She searches out my lips and they part allowing my tongue entry into her mouth. I caress her shoulder and my cock to jerk inside my shorts. Her skin about the softest fucking thing I’ve ever felt in my life. My hands trace their way down her body, and all I can think about is how much I want to be inside her. How amazing it’ll be to have her wrapped around me.
Her eyes hood and pure lust radiates off of her. She wants this. She wants me. A wave of contentment floods me at the realization that my plan of making her fall in love with me is working. Nat will want to be with me forever before the night is through.   

 A soft moan leaves her lips as I slide her shirt over her head before I roll over and pull her on top of me. I want her to know she has control, that I belong to her in every way.

 My fingers glide up and down her spine. I bite my lip as her eyes drift shut. The look on her face is one of ecstasy and innocence and it’s driving me fucking wild. It’s been years since I’ve been around someone so pure and suddenly the urge to posses her takes control. 


While I stalk kindly ask Michelle to write the entire book from Rick's POV, leave me a comment below to win a copy of DEMON AT MY DOOR. For an extra entry "Like" Michelle's Facebook page HERE (tell her Em sent you!). Giveaway ends next Monday at 6pm EST!



About the Author


New York Times and USA Today Best Selling author Michelle A. Valentine is a Central Ohio nurse turned author of erotic and New Adult romance of novels. Her love of hard-rock music, tattoos and sexy musicians inspires her sexy novels.



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Wednesday, February 20, 2013

Touchstone Cover Reveals!


Hi guys!

A lot of you already know that  my books were recently picked up by Touchstone Books (an imprint of Simon and Schuster) and I just wanted to say thank you so much for all your support. You guys have been amazing to me, so thanks for reading my work, for pimping my books, and for your wonderful Facebook, Twitter, and blog comments. They make me SMILE! 

Tonight,  I'm ecstatic to give you all an exclusive first look at my brand new Touchstone Books covers before they go live on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, and the iBook store this week! Thanks so much to Becca Manuel for these amazing cover reveal trailers! 

Also, keep an eye out in the coming weeks for the official CONSUMED cover reveal! ;)

I LOVE YOU GUYS!

-Emily


TIDAL




ALL OVER YOU and DEVOURED

 






Thursday, February 14, 2013

On the Third Day of V-day . . .

I hope everyone had a WONDERFUL Valentine's Day. As promised, here's the piano scene from DEVOURED told from Lucas Wolfe's POV. I hope you all enjoy! <3



I come home at half past midnight to a silent, pitch black house, and my fucker of an old friend, Regret, knees me in the balls because Sienna’s already in bed. After I flick on the light switches in the foyer, I find myself standing at her closed door, the faint scent of her apple perfume washing over me like poison.
“Fuck,” I growl through my teeth. I’d spent the last two hours at some strip joint with Wyatt and Cal thinking of nothing but her, and now that I’m so close I’m reminded of everything I’ve promised I wouldn’t do. No, I won’t touch her—not until she asks, and I won’t take her to bed until she’s begging me to—but that won’t stop this need.
It just makes it so much worse.
Silently, I take the stairs to the master bedroom. I keep my gaze fixated away from the bed because all I’ll imagine is what Sienna’d look like there—naked and damp, with her wrists pinned down by my hands and the black blankets bunched up between her fingers.
She’s gotten under my skin. To the point that not even a hot shower and music-fucking-therapy will help me
But I decide to try both anyway.
I stay in the shower until the water runs cold, and I’m still partially wet when I drag on a pair of jeans. By the time I grab my notebook from its spot under the mattress and head downstairs, to the music room, it’s one a.m. For a long time, I stare at the door because I want to go back upstairs, to Sienna. I want to wake her up and feel her wrap those long legs around me.
It’s this want that finally fuels me, forcing me to turn around on the bench. The first lines come easily, followed by the music, and before I know it, my fingers are on the keys.
I’m so into it, so oblivious to anything but what I’m writing and playing, that I don’t realize she’s down here with me until I hear her breath catch.
All of my muscles tighten into knots, but I make myself relax. I don’t have a goddamn choice. She doesn’t need to see what she does to me, so I don’t look up to take in the sight of her right away. Bending forward, I glide my pen over the page, writing out what I need from Sienna.
“You know what I need to hear,
Beg me to consume you tonight.”
I stare at the words until they blur together and only then do I toss the pen onto the music stand and lift my gaze. She leans against the doorway, with all that red hair falling over one of her thin shoulders and nothing but a tiny robe covering that body I want to slide inside of. The corners of my mouth twist into something like a smile just as my dick grows hard.
“I didn’t call for you,” I tell her. “What do you want?”
Her blue eyes dip to the floor and a delicious flush slinks up her bare legs, disappearing under the hem of her robe. “I didn’t realize you played,” she says in a breathless voice I need to hear over and over again as she digs her fingernails into my shoulders.
“Google is your friend.” The moment I say it, though, I feel like a dick. When she turns to go, I panic. “Stay. I don’t want to . . .”
Be alone.
Let you go.
Go to sleep with another fucking regret that revolves around you.
Sienna pauses, gives me a tiny nod of her head, and turns around, walking toward me in slow, unsure steps. Seeing her like this sends hundreds of thoughts spiraling through my head, and I reach out for my notebook.
“How long do you need me for?” she asks when she comes beside the piano. I don’t answer her until I’m finished writing, and when I lift my eyes up the length of her body, she crosses her arms protectively over her chest.
“Long as it takes,” I answer.
“For what?”
I cock an eyebrow. She doesn’t want the answer to that, even if she has always begged me for honesty, so I turn my attention down to the keyboard and began playing. When I start to sing—when I say “I’m going to fuck you with every light on”—she makes a strangled sound in the back of her throat.
After I finish, I find her eyes again. “Well?” It’s never mattered with anyone else, but I give a shit what Sienna thinks. I always will.
She traces the tip of her tongue over her lips, causing my back to straighten. She’s got to know she’s screwing with me. There’s no way in hell she doesn’t realize what she does to me, no matter how innocent she seems. “The end is wrong. Too happy. It should be this,” she says, bending until her hair is in my face, teasing me with its fucking apple scent. She replays the last few measures and looks at me, her big blue eyes waiting.
“You play?” I demand, and a smile flirts at the corners of her pink lips.
“Google is your friend, Wolfe.”
My words don’t sound nearly as amusing coming from her, and I get up and point down. “Play it again.”
She doesn’t go against me like she normally would. Instead she moves close to the piano and plays the ending once more. I don’t want her to stop.
“Again. Slower. And this time, close your eyes,” I growl.
And when she does I take a step toward her, until I can feel the heat coming from the back of her body. She hits a flat note. I hear her teeth sliding together, but before I can admonish her and tell her to stop grinding them, she sighs nervously.
“This is when you tell me to have sex with you and then make me run out for Cheetos to cure your munchies, right?”
I laugh, despite wanting nothing more than to bend her over right here. “Cheetos fucking suck,” I say, my breath fanning the hair at the nape of her neck. “And you know what you have to do for me to have sex with you.”
She jams both hands down and looks back into my eyes. “Since you don’t need me, can I go to bed, Mr. Wolfe?”
No. Because I don’t want to let you go tonight. I narrow my eyes and give her a cool reply, “Abso-fucking-lutely not. Look Sienna . . . all you’ve got to do is say the words.”
“And what would those be?”
“Take me all the way, Lucas,” I say, mocking her soft accent. I lean my face down so that our lips just about touch. I need to taste her. “And that’s what you’re going to say the first time we fuck. My name. Just Lucas.”
“Fuck you, Lucas,” she hisses, drawing a half-grin from me. She looks like she’s about to say something else, but then her mouth is all over mine, and I’ve got no other choice but to shove my tongue between her lips, claiming her.
When I clench my hands by my side, she releases a frustrated groan.
“Your hands . . . I want your hands touching me from now on,” she moans.
I pull her to me before she’s got a chance to change her mind. My fingers devour her body, not stopping until I find the space between her long legs that’s already slick.  She shudders as I press my palm against her panties. She’s so wet. And she’s mine.
She just doesn’t know it yet.
I pull back and stare down into her eyes. “I want to take you all the way, and I know you want me inside of you. Say the words,” I urge.
Sienna shakes her head to each side. “No.” But it’s not what she means—I can fucking tell, because she shudders and squeezes her eyes together when I glide my knuckle back and forth across the center of the skimpy cotton fabric I could rip apart with just my thumb and forefinger.
“You sure?” I question. She nods, and my throat tightens. “Turn around, and play. Same as before and don’t stop.”
She complies, leaning over the keys and playing the melody slowly, her forehead knitted together in concentration. I must take her off guard the moment I push my fingers inside of her panties and rub my thumb across her clit because she lets out a harsh gasp. I grin and carefully glide a finger into her body, gripping her ass with my other hand when she tightens herself around me.
God, she feels so fucking good.
She bucks her hips and glances frantically over her shoulder at me, but I shake my head. “Don’t. Stop,” I growl.
Sienna’s got to be the most talented person I’ve ever met because she keeps playing, not stopping even when I glide another finger into her or when I circle my thumb around her center and she’s left clenching her teeth. It’s only after she comes undone a few moments later that she falls against the keys and relaxes her body against mine.
I bury my fingers into her robe to keep from touching her again.
Or from spanking her.
When her breathing finally slows down, she pushes her hair back from her forehead and turns a little to meet my stare. “Lucas, I want you—”
I know what she’s about to say—she’s going to ask me to fuck her. But I also know she’s not ready to give me everything. And no matter how bad I want her in that bed upstairs tonight, I need all of her before I take her under.
“Go to bed, Sienna,” I say, cutting her words off. Reluctantly, I pull my fingers away from the warmth of her body, making her shudder once again.
She turns to face me, her movements slow and controlled. “No.”
This is the first time she’s put up much of an argument with me tonight, and I grit my teeth into a tight smile. “Let’s try this the way you’re familiar with then: Get the fuck out. I need to work and like I’ve told you before, you’re fucking horrible for music.”
A look of pain crosses her beautiful, flushed face, but she immediately puts on an emotionless mask. It doesn’t matter because I already feel the regret.  Sienna’s got a way of pulling every emotion from me and making me feel, and I hate it. She gives me a quick nod and is already slinking toward the door when she mutters, “Good night, Mr. Wolfe.”
My eyes follow her, and I find myself staring at the doorway yet again. I want her to come back, or for me to pull my shit together and go after her, but finally, I slam down onto the piano bench and open my notebook.  I manage to write the title of the new song across the top of the page before I break the pen in half because of that fucking regret that seems to be the story of me and Si:
Consumed.



Tuesday, February 12, 2013

4 Days of V-Day's Day #1: GIVEAWAY Time!

UPDATE: WE HAVE WINNERS!

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I posted to Facebook about my "Four Days of V-day" a couple days back, and I'm happy to say it's starting NOW! From now until the end of the business week, all my books are on sale and I'll also be posting a couple giveaways, a DEVOURED chapter from Lucas's POV, and a TIDAL Valentine's short story over the next several days. I'm excited to kick day one off with an ebook giveaway of the newly released DOLLS & DOMS novella by the amazing Kelli Maine. If you're new to Dolls & Doms, here's the Amazon description:



Movie star Alistair Ingram strolled into Dolls & Doms private men's club in Las Vegas for his bachelor party and limped out with a torn shirt, red welts covering his chest and a broken engagement splashed all over the pages of every celebrity magazine in the country.

A session with club Dominatrix, Black Betty, will do that to a man.

With Alistair's manager breathing down his neck and Black Betty's abusive ex-husband alerted to where she's been hiding for the past ten years, there's only one thing to do:

Lie.

And get the hell out of Las Vegas.


But the real ruse is on Alistair and Black Betty, because despite both of their best efforts, they've gotten under each other's skin. Can their explicit dance of domination and submission end in anything other than disaster?

THE SUBMISSION OF ALISTAIR INGRAM is the first in a novella series from www.DollsandDoms.blogspot.com, where erotic tales from the Dolls & Doms private men’s club are told in weekly episodes.
This book is FANTASTIC and HOT, so to celebrate Kelli's release and my First day of V-day, I'm giving away ten copies. How do you enter? Leave me a comment with your name, email address, preferred format (Kindle, Nook, or Smashwords) by 7pm EST today (2/12/13).  I'll choose the 10 winners using Random.org. 
Good luck!


Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Guest Post and Giveaway: Christopher Herz, Author of HOLLYWOOD FOREVER

I recently had the pleasure of reading Hollywood Forever by Christopher Herz (which I really enjoyed) and I’m ecstatic that he’s stopped by my blog today to talk about his writing process. I’m going to let Christopher take it from here, but make sure you check out the giveaway for a chance to win a Kindle copy of Hollywood Forever!






By Christopher Herz

First, I wanted to thank Emily for allowing me to write a guest post on her blog. I know her fans are passionate about the characters she creates and the connections she has with her readers.

Rather than just talk about my new book, Hollywood Forever, Emily asked me to talk about my writing process, which I always found fun to do. At least, more fun to talk about than to actually go through it!

Here are 11 things I put myself through when writing a book.

1. Start with a city

My 3 books have been set in New York, San Francisco and now, Los Angeles. I like to think of where the book is going to take place and see that city as a canvas or foundation. Often times, even though I know the city I’m using as a base, I get a map and put it on the wall. Then I can see how characters might move, where they’ve been, and where the can go on the journey. That way, instead of having a character just stand there and observe something, they walk down a certain block or drive over a hill and the reader gets to see the city while listening to dialogue.  Give some secrets away to your city – If there is a place that you love eating or a building that always fascinated you, take your characters there and allow the readers to see what the tour busses don’t. I had my two lovers go on a date watching old horror movies on the Hollywood Forever cemetery walls, then grab a late night meal at Astro Burger – and it all made sense because of the proximity of the locations. The realness of the map gives a great base for fiction to unfold. My walls are usually filled with maps and other markings when writing a book.

2. Interview your characters

I do most of my early drafts on an Underwood 316 typewriter. I sit down with the typewriter and pretend I’m a reporter asking my characters questions. Where did you grow up? How did that affect you? What did your first kiss taste like on your tongue? Tell me something nobody else knows. It can go on for days, weeks, even months. By doing this, I’m able not only to create a real character, but also to get the voice of the narrator. Since I write in the first person a bunch, this helps. Though it may not show up on the page, knowing the history of your characters can help them move in the present, and writing down responses to questions you ask them makes it all real. Talking to yourself is a good thing when writing.

3. Listen

I live in New York so I have the opportunity to listen to thousands of people each day. I find that as I start writing and getting to know my characters, they actually start appearing before me. Next to me on the subway, in the grocery store, sitting next to me and making out on a bench in the park - everywhere. I believe fiction is created from the reality around you, so when I start writing a new novel, I open myself to listen to how people talk. Sometimes I’ll have my headphones in without music and listen to the people on the subway next to me just so I can pick up some different pacing for dialogue. I find it helps make my characters all sound different, and also always to hear some amazing stories that make it into my book. I truly do believe that your book starts to present itself in real life as you write it.

4. Food shopping

I’ll spend a few hours walking around the supermarket as each of my characters. I’ll shop as them and make choices they would: Do they like whole or non-fat milk? Would they buy fruit or chips? Do they care if it’s organic or not? Does their laundry detergent have to be scented or unscented? I’ll literally walk around the market and fill up my basket as that character and, when done, I can see exactly what they like and what they don’t. Again, this won’t make it onto the page and the reader won’t see it, but it helps me get to know them. It makes them more real. So, if you see my character drinking an orange soda, you can bet that a few trips to the market went into letting me know that. The food people eat tells a bunch about them, and is a great way to subtly develop a character. Be sure to put everything back though so you can return to the market and keep doing research.

5. Names

Names are the hardest thing for me – I read that Dorothy Parker used to look in the phone book for names. Me, I often go to the section in the front of magazines and look at the names of the contributors. There’s just something about seeing the name of someone who is real and putting it down. Street signs and half names of musicians always work well. In the end, I like that sound of the name as it rolls around in the head. The rhythm of the name is as important as the name itself – for me at least. I remember reading Lolita and having a light go on when Nabokov was writing about how the name rolled off his tongue. Rhythm.

6. If there is ever a sentence

I really like and think it stands out better than the rest of what’s on the page, I usually hold it up and ask myself if it’s really needed. I don’t think anything should stand out – a book is a cohesive piece and should all flow. If something stands out more than the rest, it’s usually because it doesn’t belong.

7. Throw it all away and start again

Now I wouldn’t recommend this for everyone, but for me, what I turn-out as a first draft doesn’t really have much to do with what ends up being the finished product.  For Hollywood Forever, I had a box of notes and hundreds of typewritten pages that I held sacred. They were early drafts of the book that I had taken with me when I moved from Los Angeles to New York, and I kept grinding them out and working them over and over again. As with most novels, those drafts were close, but not right. So, I threw them out after I extracted what I needed from them and started again. It gave me space to find my way and get the story I wanted. I do a lot of Yoga, and there is always room to create the space, then release from that space. I think writing has a lot to do with that. Creating and releasing. The room to grow makes for the magic of the novel.

8. Early birds get the worm

Or, at the very least gets them time to themselves. My favorite time to write is 5:00 A.M. to 7:30 A.M. For those who use the excuse that there’s no time to write, when first starting out, I used these hours before I would go into my job and write. It would set me up for my day and allow my characters to visit me as well. I still love to write in those early hours of the morning because it’s there that I feel a transition between the subconscious states of dreams to the conscious state of reality, which to me is the sweet spot of a novel. I enjoy writing while the world turns from dark to light, and also enjoy all of the energy that is available because most everyone else is asleep. This also means that I’m not writing from any influence of what I’ve seen or read or checked on Facebook or any of that madness.

9. Turn off the Internet when writing

Some people like to use programs that lock you out from the Internet, but I just unplug the connection and try to develop some self-discipline (which is essential for me because sitting still is the hardest part of writing). It’s hard not to switch back and forth as it’s safer and more fun to flip around on the internet, but writing a novel is often times neither safe nor fun – and I feel at least, I need to put my work in without distractions. For what it’s worth, I change my Facebook password each day to some easily forgetful word so I have to request it each time I want to sign-in. This saves me from falling down the rabbit hole of looking at what my friends are doing instead of watching how my characters are acting.

10. Turn over control

This is the best part, for me at least. Usually as I get into the 4th or 5th draft of a book, the characters are pretty alive and defined, and they start letting me know exactly what they want to do and where to go. I realize that, if I’ve done my job and gotten to know them well enough, they’ll tell me if something’s working or if it’s not. If the author has done their job, the book is a believable world without the fingerprints of a real human leaving a trace on the pages.

11. Giant List

Before I send it off to my editor, I do one more read and make a giant list. One of the walls in my office is painted with dry erase paint, so I can literally do this on the wall. I read the book from the start and write down everything that happens in a list form. From where they walk, what they do – everything. When I’m done, I usually have a list of over 100 things and I can see exactly what takes place in the book. This way, you can see where characters come in and out, how long an event takes place, and it’s a great way, for me at least, to create a believable pace. Of course, your editor is going to rip a lot of that apart, but it’s good for you to know what’s happening and see if there’s anywhere you can fill in the gaps.

So, there you have it Emily. Thank you so much for letting me talk to your readers. I hope it helps them gain some insights to what goes into one of these things, and if there are aspiring writers out there, how to come up with their own plan. I think that’s really the key to it all – Find out what works for others and see how you can mold it to work for you.

-CH
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