KyAnn Waters

2012-01-11T17:32:00.001-07:00

Striker is out with Carina Press!

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Sports writer Max Myers just discovered he lives next door to the hottest soccer player to hit the field. If he scores a coveted interview with the reclusive striker for the Denver Blaze, he could take himself from sports blogger to mainstream sports authority.

Riley Grayson has no interest in interviews or in outing his private life to the public. He wants to be known for the scoring he does on the field and not in the sack. But Max is a temptation he can't resist. Taking a chance, Riley and Max discover they have more in common than passion for soccer and hot sex between the sheets.

Just as they begin to trust each other outside the bedroom, Max is put in a no-win situation: write an article about Riley exposing accusations of drug use, or risk destroying his own credibility. If he does, he'll lose Riley. If he doesn't, he'll lose everything he's worked hard to achieve.

2011-07-25T20:33:00.003-06:00

Double Bang!
I neglected to tell you about the new story I have with Tarah Scott. Double Banghttp://www.blogger.com/img/blank.gif released with the Wild Rose Press.

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Sara Martin has a problem. And it’s not the attraction she has for her co-worker Devon Curran…or the lust she feels for her sexy neighbor, Rigg. Yes, those are problems. But she has bigger issues. There’s been a security breach in the impenetrable computer system at work. Suddenly Devon doesn’t look happy. And that is a gun in his pocket!

Devon is working undercover…and Sara is about to blow his case. He’d rather she blow him. She’s as smart as she is beautiful. But he’s lied to protect her. What will she do when she discovers he works with a partner? Tonight, they are going to keep her close…very close…in their protective custody.

This title contains: explicit language, anal sex, and ménage a trios (m/f/m).

Adult Excerpt (contains graphic language):

Fear lanced through her. Were they going to leave her? She searched Devon’s face. “Do you have to go, too? I mean, you’re partners, right? Do you do everything together?”

Devon stared hard at Rigg, and the tension in the room thickened. “We haven’t done everything together.”

It didn’t take a folder of evidence to know they were talking about more than the investigation. The fear and anger at her forced confinement morphed into a simmering heat deep in her core.

Devon’s cell rang, shattering the moment. “Excuse me.” Devon stood and glanced at the display screen. “It’s our contact.” He strode across the room, slid open the sliding glass door leading to the balcony, and stepped outside. His quietly whispered words cut off when the door slid shut.

Rigg rested a hand on her thigh. “We never meant to hurt you.”

She glanced at his hand, then lifted half-lowered lashes and stared into the dark smoldering depths of Rigg’s obsidian eyes. “Will you hurt me now?”

“No, but I won’t pretend not to want you.” His fingertips scorched a trail higher.

Sara abruptly stood and crossed to the sliding glass door “What about Devon?” The man on her mind leaned against the railing, speaking into his cell phone. He smiled when he saw her then his gaze shifted over her shoulder and the easy smile hardened.

The lights dimmed, only a small lamp at the table illuminated near where she stood. A tingle shivered along her spine. Warm breath caressed the nape of her neck. Rigg pressed in close…and from the other side of glass and a sheer curtain, Devon watched.

“I don’t want the same thing as Devon.”

“And what do you think he wants?” Her heart pounded as Rigg’s palms rested on her hips and his chest pressed against her back.

“You.”

She clung to the simple word. How much of her? Tonight? “What about tomorrow when the investigation is over? What will you want?”

“I’m partnered up with Devon for this assignment, but tomorrow I could be in a meth ring or bringing down a drug cartel. You wouldn’t want to know me then. I’m not stable like Devon.” His lips brushed her shoulder and blood whooshed through her ears. “Devon’s looking for more.” Rigg nestled his hard cock against her ass. “But I still want to fuck you.”

2011-04-18T13:15:00.004-06:00

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April 27 - May 1 2011

2011-03-29T09:44:00.000-06:00

Miranda's Rights
KyAnn Waters
2.50
BDSM

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She needs pain…she needs punishment…she needs him.

Jase Ralston gets hot under his very blue collar just thinking about his friend and neighbor, Miranda Carlucci. Yet she can’t possibly be interested—not when she could have champagne, caviar and her pick of Vegas high rollers.

The bruises change everything. She denies she’s in an abusive relationship, but his cop instincts won’t let him rest until he finds out the truth. When he follows her to a BDSM club and finds her writhing under a flogger’s stinging kiss, his Dom instincts kick in.

Jase takes command of the scene—and Miranda—at Club Creed. This is what she’s always wanted. Pleasure, pain…and rough-around-the-edges Jase. Yet after his domination transports her to a level of subspace she’s never known, he leaves her—unwilling to continue the scene.

Confusion gives way to hurt…then anger. He’s claimed her and Miranda wants more. Even if it means confronting Jase and making demands of her own.

Product Warnings

This submissive woman has the right to be silent. Anything she says could result in being tied up, flogged, and spanked. Law enforcement has never been hotter.

Copyright © 2011 KyAnn Waters
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication

Jase acknowledged he wasn’t in Miranda’s league—not for more than friendship. He was blue-collar and hardworking. Miranda deserved diamonds and caviar. They might live in the same apartment complex, spend time together watching television and even grab dinner together several times a week, but those weren’t dates. Miranda dated up. Her work behind the scenes in the casino industry exposed her to the wealthy, powerful men of Vegas. Upscale scourge. Jase had a gut feeling that her latest guy wasn’t treating her well.

Jase was a Dom. He liked control, but he’d never abuse a woman. Lately he wasn’t sure if someone was hurting her, demeaning her—forcing her to do something she didn’t want to do. That was the problem. She wouldn’t open up to him about her late nights. His thoughts raced in a thousand different directions. Only one conclusion made sense. She didn’t want Jase to know.

Across the hall, a key worked into a lock. Jase stomped across the floor and swung the door open.

“Jase!” Miranda sucked in a sharp inhale, slapped a hand over her heart and spun in his direction. “You scared me.”

Perhaps he should have put on a shirt. Her gaze traveled his torso, igniting small fires over his flesh. She lingered on the open snap of his jeans riding low on his hips and trekked lower to his bare feet.

“And put on some clothes. If Ms. Perry in 3D sees you, you’ll have a stalker on your hands. She drools at anything with a nice body, especially a nice tight butt and—” Her gaze locked on his groin. “Well, and the right anatomy. If she gets her inch-long dragon-lady nails into your back, you’ll need surgery to remove her.”

“It’s close to four a.m. No one else is awake.”

She snorted. “This is Vegas. No one sleeps.”

“Where have you been?” In the span of a heartbeat, he glanced over her from her tousled hair to her askew clothing. The buttons on her blouse weren’t aligned and her stockings were torn. “What the hell happened?” Her sexy lips, normally pouty and pink, were slightly swollen. Dark circles shadowed her red-rimmed eyes.

“Nothing I can’t handle,” she whispered. “I’m fine now, Detective. It’s late. You should be in bed.” Her lips curled into a smile.

“You aren’t fine.” His hands balled into fists. This craziness had gone on long enough. He couldn’t stand by and watch her self-destruct. He took a step back. “Get in here.”

Her head cocked to the side. “Jase, I’m tired.” She turned back toward her door and wiggled the key until it turned and the lock popped. “I had a rough night, but really. I’m fine.”

“I wasn’t asking.”

She glanced at him and her tired eyes widened.

“We need to talk.”

“I’m sure whatever scolding you’re going to give me can wait until morning.”

“Now.”

“Okay.” Her hand paused on the knob without turning the handle. Her head bowed and her shoulders visibly trembled. She was petite, not more than five-foot-five. Jase had eight inches on her and outweighed her by eighty pounds. He could force her into his apartment. But he wouldn’t have to. The Dom in him stirred at her willingness to heed his words. Whether she’d ever acknowledge it, Miranda had submissive tendencies. He tamped down the small thrill and focused on the anger coiling in his gut instead.

“But I’m tired and don’t want to talk.” Miranda crossed the hall and entered his living room. “I just want to crawl into bed and sleep.” She clasped her hands in front of her, a small purse clutched in her fingers. The door closed with a thud and she jumped.

“What is going on with you?”

“Nothing. I went out.” She stood in his living room, glancing at his couch, the window, anything but his face. Normally her bubbly personality had him laughing. At the moment, she seemed almost afraid. He had an infuriating idea of why. The thought of someone hurting her… He growled and jammed his hands into his pockets. He had the mounting need to slam his fist into the wall, scour the city for the piece of shit and show him a little payback. Any bastard who could hurt a woman deserved his ass beat.

Jase understood BDSM. Power and dominance went hand in hand with trust and devotion. He understood the high from pain play. He’d been in the scene long enough to know that the glimmer in Miranda’s blue eyes wasn’t from being taken to the brink and pushed over the edge. She’d been broken, and that wasn’t willing submission. “What has he done to you?”

Her head snapped up and her eyes narrowed. “Who?”

“Who? Christ, who do you think?” He stormed across the room and grasped her wrist.

She winced and tried to pull away. “Don’t.”

“Who is doing this to you?” He jerked back her sleeves. Angry red welts banded her delicate wrists. Deep purple and maroon bruises crisscrossed her porcelain flesh. Higher on her arm, four equally spaced marks bore the impression of someone squeezing her, restraining her. “Miranda, I see it all the time. I recognize an abused woman.”

“I’m not being abused!” She jerked her arm, yanking her wrist from his hands.

“That’s more than rough sex.”

“I’m not having sex either,” she snapped.

“And I’m not stupid. Are you going to tell me you did that—” he pointed to her wrists, “—to yourself?”

“Are you crazy?”

“No, I’m ready to go ballistic.” He’d kill the bastard who put his hands on her. “I can help you.” He lowered his voice. “Please, let me take care of this, let me take care of you.”

2011-03-25T09:39:00.000-06:00

Going Down Hard
KyAnn Waters
m/m/m Cowboy Menage
2.00

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Love sucks. Relationships suck. But Hale Reston loved Jesse Whitfield anyway—until he left without saying goodbye and without an explanation. Hale was going down…going down hard. Braden Owens picked him up and showed him loving someone doesn’t have to hurt. Just as Hale has convinced himself what he has with Braden is just sex, Jesse returns and Hale must accept that his emotions run deep, but not just for Braden. He’s still in love with Jesse, too.

This title contains: explicit language and ménage a trios (m/m/m).

Rosette (35 pages)

Excerpt:

Hale couldn’t turn away from the intensity in Jesse’s brown eyes. Those lashes and the dimples in his clean-shaven face. Sharp angles carved his square jaw. In the months he’d been gone, he’d gotten his hair cut. Now short on the sides and longer on the top, Jesse had lost the rancher edge and taken on a city sophistication. Damn, but it looked good on him.

Jesse leaned in closer. “I’m not walking away from us.”

The subtle scent of Jesse’s cologne reminded Hale of the intimate moments he’d spent kissing Jesse, of touching him and rubbing against him until they’d both come in their jeans. The bittersweet memories were more than Hale wanted to remember. “You already did.”

The barn door swung open, flooding the area with bright sunlight. Cowboy hat, worn jeans hugging slim hips, long legs and cowboy boots. Hale swallowed hard. Braden always had the same affect on him. As beautiful as Jesse was, Braden was rough and rugged. Jesse carried the scent of fine cologne…Braden smelled like sweat and man. He was hard, lean and tough as nails. And he wanted Hale.

“Hey, stranger,” he said to Jesse as he came into the barn, his determined gait eating up the distance between them. Braden’s friendly smile stretched across his tanned face, and his blue eyes sent heat into Hale’s groin. These were the two men he wanted, but only one could he have. Braden. And he needed him.

“You can get out now,” he said to Jesse.

Braden slapped Jesse on the shoulder. “You look good.”

“Fuck you,” Jesse spat and stormed out of the barn.

****

Hale’s gut clenched as the barn door slapped the wall hard, bounced back, then swung on its hinges.

Braden leaned against the beam and cocked an eyebrow. “So much for a quiet Sunday morning. Do I need to ask how it feels to have him back home?”

Hale didn’t want to feel anything at all, but he did. Seeing Jesse again hurt like hell. He knew it would because to see him was to want him. Nothing had changed. Except that this time, Hale had turned Jesse away. “I couldn’t care less.”

“You’re full of shit.” Braden tossed off his hat and closed in tight, pushing Hale against the stall wall.

Hale couldn’t speak. Desire coiled in his gut and threatened to snap. Need of Braden and want of Jesse. Braden’s whiskered jaw rasped against his cheek as Braden kissed his neck with his hot, wet mouth.

“I know you too well.” Braden nipped at Hale’s mouth. Fine lines creased the corner of his blue eyes. Braden was a few years older than Hale, but thirty looked good on him. Bronzed by the wind and sun. Hard from work. And he was experienced—skilled in everything from ranching to sex. “You do care.”

He slammed his lips onto Hale’s. Firm and demanding. Together their passion was explosive, consuming, and mutual. But more than that, Braden did know Hale. When Hale was going down—going down hard—Braden was there. He watched Hale crash…then picked him up.

2011-02-25T06:44:00.001-07:00

Up Close and Personal
Available Now!

Up Close and Personal
The Wilder Roses
Gay erotic contemporary
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2.00

No way is Nate Sheppard attending the office celebration to kiss his new boss's ass. He's already been there and done that. And it literally screwed him out of a promotion. Now he's done with interoffice affairs. Especially when the only man he truly wants is off limits.

Graham Eddins knows Nate isn't opposed to office romances, but Nate's been screwing the wrong men. Until now Graham hasn't been willing to risk their friendship. However, if he wants more, he's going to have to offer Nate a new position...one that's up close and personal.

This title contains: explicit language, anal sex and m/m.

Excerpt:

Graham leaned against the wall and crossed his arms over his chest. "I never pegged you for a player." His gaze sizzled over Nate, over his chest, along his stomach and paused on the fly of Nate's trousers.

"I'm not a player."

"Then a slut."

"I can live with slut. I like sex." He'd like to have sex with someone he cared about, but he wasn't sure he was ready to care about anyone...except Graham. "But, unlike Joe, I never lied." Nate spun away. His cock strained against the fabric, the bulge becoming more defined. "I never pretended to want more from him. I don't do serious." Because of the barely banked heat he felt for Graham. Their friendship fed his need for everything but sex.

"Bullshit." Graham grabbed his arm and turned him back around. They stood together, nearly touching. Nate could see Graham's pulse pounding in the strong column of his neck, the flush of color in his cheeks, and feel the warmth of Graham's breath against his face. His lips looked soft, soft enough to kiss. Graham had mesmerizing eyes to drown in, to forget about everything but seeing those smoky irises darken with passion. "You're the most serious man I know."

"Graham," he whispered, afraid to say more, afraid to reveal too much about the rioting sensations firing through him. Kiss him. Touch him. Tell him how you feel.

"You're driven by your job, but not enough to fuck for a promotion." Graham rested his hand on Nate's hip.

Breath froze in Nate's lungs, his chest tightened, and his gut clenched. He found enough voice to whisper, "No."

Graham's fingertips hesitantly inched higher, onto Nate's waist. "What will you fuck for?"

2011-02-24T16:30:00.000-07:00

Beautiful Storm - Just released from Ellora's Cave!

Beautiful Storm
Erotic Contemporary
Ellora's Cave
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$1.49

Adrian Beck lost everything, including his passion for designing beautiful buildings, after 9/11. Self-imposed exile on Long Caye Island gives him the sanctuary he needs to live a simple, uncomplicated life.

Isabelle Clemet, of Clemet Hotels, is ready to rebuild after Katrina. She wants the best to design her new project on the coast in Biloxi, Mississippi. She wants Adrian.

Can an erotic late-night encounter on a secluded beach help a lonely architect rediscover his lost passion?

Excerpt:

"No. My first time to Belize Island. It's beautiful."

"So are you."

She smiled and dipped her head.

"It's late for a swim."

"I'm restless. The moon is full." She glanced into the sky then returned her gaze to his. "I didn't expect to see anyone." She kept her legs tucked beneath her and his shirt covered most of her nudity. "I should've worn a suit."

He grazed a finger over the fabric. "I'm glad you didn't. And I'm the only one who saw you. We're alone." With each beat of his heart, he felt the pull to crush her flush against him and kiss her trembling lips. "This is a private beach."

"Then we're both trespassing." Her whispered words hinted at seduction.

"I don't kiss and tell."

"Good."

He took her word as consent. He cupped her cheek and brushed his lips over hers. A soft whimper slipped from her. With a heated touch, she melted against him. Twining her arms around his neck, she clung to his shoulders. Adrian flicked his tongue against her lips. Her mouth opened and he relished in the cool fresh taste of her. He growled, parting the fabric and touching her. Smooth bronzed skin fluttered beneath his fingertips. This was crazy. Beautiful women didn't materialize from the sea, like an erotic dream come to life and make love on the beach.

He gripped her tighter, trailing his palm to her hip. She was warm, soft and pliant in his arms. Trekking higher, he widened his hands, feeling each of her ribs. Her breath was shallow and her pulse raced in the same frenzied rhythm as his.

Isabelle trembled. Strong hands warmed her chilled flesh and erotic heat scorched her from the inside out. Perhaps it had been crazy to slip into the soothing Caribbean waters for a midnight swim, but she was wound too tight and had to release some of the pent-up energy stressing her out. So much responsibility rested on her shoulders.

Perhaps the moon had drawn her to this distant shore. Or the enchanting tropical waters. Or the magic of this man.

The island dream kissed her with passion. She ached to feel the desire of a man who was interested in her—the woman. Oh, and with each wondrous glide of his tongue, she slipped a little more under his spell. She wanted more than kisses. Cream simmered in her pussy, hot and waiting for this man to fill her. She shouldn't be here. But who would know? His lips were tempting, his taste intoxicating. The moon, the ocean, the man all contributing to the madness in her mind.

2011-02-20T16:24:00.001-07:00

Mercy of the Dragon - New GBLT in the Garden

I have been meaning to tell you about my latest releases in the Wilder Garden. Several months ago, my editor came to me because she knew I had a love of m/m romance. The Wild Rose Press was opening its Scarlet Rose line to gay erotic romance and would I be interested in writing a few stories to help get the genre launched. Well, absolutely. I actually had one complete, but I hadn't decided where to submit it. So the opportunity couldn't have come at a better time for Mercy of the Dragon.

Mercy of the Dragon released on Jan 28 to mixed reviews but a common thread was there. it's hot m/m shape-shifter romance. The one complaint is that the story is too short and they want more. That's a complaint I love. Nothing is more validating than to have someone say they wanted to read more about characters I've created.

Up Close and Personal is releasing and next month you'll meet three cowboys in Going Down Hard.

I love the tumble of two men falling in love so I'm especially proud to see this genre come to the garden.

Thank you to my wonderful editor, Diana, for asking me to bring these three short stories to the Wilder side of the garden.

Mercy of the Dragon
Gay BDSM Fantasy shape-shifter
The Wilder Roses
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Ja'darien, slayer of Dracs, will stop at nothing to banish his deviant desire for the dragons. He won't rest until he rids the world of the beasts. On the edge of a ravine, he waits for his prey.

Kerkira, a winged dragon, hunts the slayer. Yet, when given the chance, he can't kill his enemy. The man is his mate. However, because of Ja'darien's sins against the Dracs, Kerkira vows the slayer's submission will not be pleasant.

The bond of mating is more intense than either is prepared for. Will Kerkira forgive him because Ja'darien is at the mercy of the dragon?

This title contains: explicit language, anal sex, bondage,
BDSM, and m/m.

Excerpt:

Kerkira approached the bedding. The slayer, naked and bound with cord to his pallet, continued to sleep. Kerkira swallowed hard. Ja'darien was beautiful in repose. His perfect form was seemingly at peace. His full lips softened to a half smile. High brows arched over expressive eyes.

On the ridge above the ravine, those emerald eyes had revealed more than fear and hatred. Passion and lust. Even if Kerkira hadn't scented the sweetness of his essence, he'd felt the heat radiating off Ja'darien. Ja'darien's engorged cock had pressed against his tunic. The arousing fluids dampened the protective cloth and sent shards of pleasure unfurling within Kerkira's dragon—awakening the man.

"How do I make you understand?" he whispered to the sleeping slayer. If only Ja'darien had realized he'd destroyed his destiny with his rage against dragons.

Kerkira had stripped him of clothes upon arriving at his lair. His mate was for his pleasure and the need to roam hand, mouth and cock over the muscular perfection was increasing with each passing moment. Instinct to mate, to claim him—to mark him—was overwhelming. But so was the need to discipline the slayer, to punish him with painful pleasure.

As he had tied the intricate knots in the rope, binding Ja'darien to the bed, Kerkira's clawed hands had trembled.

"You will never slaughter another Drac," Kerkira vowed. Ja'darien's destiny was to serve and Kerkira would see to his instruction. "For the pain and death you've rained upon my species, your submission to me will be total and complete." His eyes narrowed as he visualized a submissive Ja'darien accepting Kerkira's power and learning to take pleasure in punishment. Ja'darien had been fighting against his true nature. A dragon's mate was always submissive. "However, it may not always be pleasant."

2010-11-23T11:12:00.003-07:00

Born Into Fire - KyAnn Waters and Tarah Scott
Just released from Loose id!

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Ryalda, the Element heroes of old, leak from the void and bring with them beauty, desire...and destruction.

Change is hard, but the unexpected metamorphosis into fire goes beyond any change Kenna Lang could ever have imagined. When she discovers her ancestors are actually ancient beings who exist in a void beyond our universe and the dragons of her childhood dreams are real, life as she knows it is over.

Erion, an Air Element, answers the call of Kenna’s emerging fire to discover a woman on the cusp of transformation. He’s drawn to her, the need to mate overwhelming. However, Erion killed once before by having sex in element form, and has sworn not to merge with another Element. But the discovery that a male Fire Element is intent upon enslaving Kenna’s soul forces Erion to get involved. He will save her. But he aches to do more than protect her. He wants to touch her -- to pleasure her, but he can't risk bonding his Element to hers.

Erion is unprepared for the emotions Kenna awakens in him -- or the lengths to which she will go to save him.

Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Sex while in shifted Element form

Excerpt:

A breeze -- that was him -- fluttered the ivory curtains. Moonlight streamed through the open window, outlining the sleeping form beneath the sheet covering the queen-size bed. He hovered. Why had he answered the call of her element? He had no right. Anguish wrenched through him. Long ago, he’d answered the call of another Element, and she’d paid with her life. The memory -- the pain -- didn’t stop the rake of his gaze down the cotton sheet that revealed every lush curve of the sleeping woman’s body. Desire streaked through him. The fabric ruffled in response to his command, then slid downward.

He sucked in a harsh breath. Softly molded shoulders gave way to rounded breasts tipped with quarter-size nipples, then a flat tummy and trim thighs led to long, toned legs. An unexpected vision surfaced of those legs wrapped tight around his waist while he thrust into her. The swirling vortex that was his core leaped into a furious dance.

Go, his mind commanded.

Fluid veins of amber light erupted beneath her skin. He stood frozen, her fire a drag on his wind that lay open the ache buried deep within.

Leave, came a second panicked admonition.

She inhaled.

Realization hit. Too late.

She drew him deep into her lungs. Warmth infused him in a heady rush. He struggled in desperation to escape the current, but each beat of her heart thrummed through him, echoing in his mind in a thunderous rhythm. The flow of blood through her veins washed over him like a thick velvet river.

And he gave in.

As if sensing him, she hesitated, then breathed him out on a shaky exhale. He shuddered, the loss tearing a howl of fury from him.

More. She wanted more. He needed more.

As wind, he lay beyond tangible comprehension, a cool breeze, nothing more. He could take a small piece and not imprint on her. This woman would be born into fire -- without him.

In one decadent breath, he draped himself over her, touched all of her. Her heated skin cooled. No mortal man could experience her as he did. No mortal man could touch her as he could. He chilled the air over her nipples, then watched as they peaked and felt them pucker. Commanding a gentle breeze, he caressed her contours, fitting his shape to hers.

She moaned. Excitement rocketed through him, and the current within him swirled. She shivered beneath him. He hesitated. Even a second too long would leave her with a sense of familiarity. He must leave or risk revealing himself -- or worse, bonding.

Heat pooled between her legs. Every fiber of his being screamed go. Yet, as if anchored by unseen chains, he remained motionless, unable to tear his eyes from the sight of energy that built in her erogenous points.

Only a moment, his heart urged. A mere whisper of her essence to ease the emptiness. Then he would leave.

He focused hot pressure, the wispy kiss of an Air Element, to her neck. As he trailed the pressure to her nipple, he turned the air icy. She bowed off the bed. He filled the space behind her arched back, curving up toward her neck and down across her rounded buttocks. Her breath came in quick pants, frosting in the air -- in him.

Frigid pressure tightened her nipples to erect peaks. He swirled air around the tips. She collapsed, thrashing on the pillow, and covered her breasts as if to ease the aching cold he created. Her hands heated until they glowed. The fire within her.

The glow spread up her arms, radiated out from her torso, and emitted a scorching heat that heightened his frequency to a fevered pitch. Fire. Fiera. His heart constricted. He had no right to name her. He would not be the one to bring her into being. She would seek another. But he would have this memory.

Air spun around her body. Faster, hotter. The friction against her skin hardened him. His core grew heavier. Spread your legs. The unbidden words echoed in his mind, but the unspoken command carried on the current of his breath and caressed her ear. She pulled her legs up and, knees bent, opened wide for him. He glided downward until his breath disturbed the auburn curls covering her mound.

Scent of her arousal penetrated his core. Need to shift into human form and taste her sweet nectar pooled energy into his center. He moved upward, concentrating until he held the gossamer form of a man, and settled vaporous hips between her thighs. In air form, he couldn’t slip his tongue into the sweet recesses of her mouth, couldn’t spread her damp folds, or plunge his rigid cock into the forbidden depths of her. But he could feel the heat.

Open for me, he coaxed.

Fiera moaned and reached between her legs. With a delicate stroke, she traced the seam of her pussy. He vibrated the air over her clit. A soft smile tilted her lips. Satisfaction rippled through him. She wanted more.

In a cyclone of current, he swirled around her. Strands of her flaming red hair danced in the static-filled air. Her peach-hued nipples puckered, her chest rose and fell with each deep breath she took.

More energy. Faster wind. Yes. Her hips rose off the bed, and she plunged a finger inside her channel. When she fit a second finger into her drenched opening and thrust deep, energy shot in a jagged pattern from his core to her channel. She cried out. Her eyelids fluttered, but she didn’t wake.

With her free hand she touched her clit and thrust wildly against an unseen force. Him. Gyrating her hips, bucking and arching, she fucked him, but used her own fingers. His mind whirled with her energy. It was as if she swirled around him.

2010-11-18T19:27:00.003-07:00

Erotic content - 18+ Only

The Naughty List
KyAnn Waters
Ellora's Cave
Releasing Dec 8th!!

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T’was a week before Christmas and Mrs. Claus conspires. Proposition Jack Frost to give Santa his greatest desire…

Santa ceased struggling against his bindings. Blindfolded and mute, he could do little more than grunt and anticipate the inevitable conclusion of this seditious act of perfidy. After Jack had removed Santa’s boots, he wound leather straps around Santa’s ankles. A two-inch thick leather collar buckled around his neck. He could swallow, but the movement put pressure on his Adam’s apple. Even if tape wasn’t stretched across his mouth, he doubted he’d be able to call out for help. A shudder ripped over his flesh. Heaviness weighted on his chest and his head lightened with euphoric intoxication. He was bound, gagged and apparently at the mercy of Jack Frost. That thought both thrilled and terrified.

No matter how much he thought about it, he couldn’t understand why Abby would conspire against him. Why would she trust the devious Jack Frost?

Just today he’d checked the list, checked it twice! Jack was still naughty and Abby was still nice.

“Hurry the fuck up,” Jack hollered. Santa cringed. The reindeer didn’t respond well to harsh commands. The sleigh bumped and rolled over the frozen rivers and through the woods to Jack’s abode. Santa tried to keep from rolling off the rear seat of the sleigh by bracing his feet.

For as long as Santa had been on the job, Jack had been on the naughty list. He’d done some wily acts in his years, but he’d never fucked with Santa Claus. Never truly broken North Pole laws. Until now.

The sleigh came to a jarring halt. Santa grunted.

“Almost home,” Jack said as he pulled the warm fur blanket from Santa. Jack jumped into the sleigh, helped Santa to sit, then straddled Santa’s lap and tugged off the blindfold. “I don’t live in North Pole city limits. No one is around.” He tightened his thighs to Santa’s flanks. “No one will know what I do to you.” He rocked his pelvis, crushing his groin to Santa’s. “No one will hear you call out for help.”

With each seductive word from Jack, Santa began to understand what was about to happen, what he was unwilling to acknowledge he wanted. To do so would be naughty—and Santa was never naughty.

A shiver of apprehension skated over Santa. Was Jack going to give him a choice?

“Do you know how long I’ve wanted you in my workshop, Santa?” He grinned as he carefully worked the corner of the tape loose. “I have toys.” Jack’s gray eyes clouded with lust. “Bats and balls. Paddles and rope.” The tape slowly peeled away from Santa’s tingling lips. Santa didn’t have a long beard, rather sported neatly trimmed whiskers and a tightly groomed mustache. The tape tugged on the hairs as Jack pried it away. “Or would you rather play with blow-up dolls and Silly Putty?”

The Naughty List by KyAnn Waters

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2010-06-13T17:09:00.000-06:00

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2010-05-09T14:32:00.000-06:00

Just released from Siren Publishing!

Cinderella Undercover
copyright KyAnn Waters
All Rights Reserved Siren-Bookstrand

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Victoria Rosso works for Echelon Shield, an elite group of special agents. Their assignments sometimes require they work outside legal boundaries. Her assignment--to help the one man who'd ever gotten under her skin. Jaron Quinn was the best lover she'd ever had--and the one who left her six months ago without an explanation.

Jaron is undercover and has missed his extraction date. He works best under pressure and as former Navy SEAL, he's been in harried situations before. Apparently ES has concerns. What in the hell is Victoria doing on his mission? It doesn’t take long to realize Cinderella Undercover is there for Jaron. So much for a simple operation. Now he has to deal with the one woman who knows exactly how to push his buttons--especially the switch that turns him on.

Excerpt:

"Are you here for me?" he whispered, knowing Maxwell's security team would be listening through the devices placed throughout the room. The house was wired, but there were a few safe locations. The most sophisticated equipment wasn't failsafe. ES's intel had been detailed and extensive but hadn't sufficiently profiled what Jaron would encounter.

"Not you, specifically." The breathy words whispered near his ear. The seductive scent of her perfume lingered close to her skin. He breathed deeply. "But I'm sure I could be of service to you."

"Maybe I'm not interested." A slow surging of blood to his dick made a liar of him.

Inhaling, she brushed her breasts against his chest. Then she released a shuddering exhale. The angle of her hips rubbed her against the hard bulge of his cock swelling against the zipper of his jeans. "I assure you." She rocked against him, playing her role perfectly. "I can assist you with your not-so-small problem."

He growled, gripped her hips, and let her feel the full measure of his arousal. "Are you sure you know what you're asking for? I like to play rough, dirty."

"Then you think it's dangerous for me to play with you?"

"Damn straight. A smart, beautiful woman should know when she's in over her head."

"Hmm. Maybe I like to play with fire." She nipped his chin. "But I'm afraid you'll have to wait until after I speak with Mr. Evenson. I believe he has plans for me this evening."

Rage, white and hot, flashed through him. Six months ago, his future was too uncertain to continue his involvement with Victoria. But if she thought for a minute he'd be able to stand by and watch her flirt or anything else with a brutal man like Maxwell Evenson, she was out of her beautiful mind.

Jaron didn't give a damn why Amine thought he needed to send her in. He could handle Evenson. No way was he letting Tory involve herself.

He leaned in, pinning her to the wall. "You should know we're under surveillance."

"I like an audience." She cocked her head coyly to the side. "Do you want to watch?"

He released a breath. "What do you think?" She knew he did. The last time they were together, Victoria draped across the bed, her thighs open while she fingered her clit. Small gentle circles at first built pressure until she bit hard on her lower lip and cream trickled from her center. He'd delved between her thighs, lapped her honey until they'd both been drunk with lust.

Jaron convinced himself what he'd felt for her couldn't be love, because he'd had to protect her--by leaving her. Staying together put her at too much risk. Frank had shown him that. Shown him that a man who lived on the edge and risked his life for the cause couldn't love a woman like Victoria. Yes, she was part of ES, but she would never infiltrate cave camps in Afghanistan, or become part of a Central American drug cartel to stop the flow of cocaine over the border. Amine had pointed out the hard truths. Jaron might not come home one day. They both loved Victoria enough not to put her through the loss of another person she loved.

Jaron brought their faces close together. "If you push me, princess, I'm going to give you exactly what you want."

"Princess? Perhaps you should be on your knees."

He chuckled. Breath mingled. "A tempting offer." One he remembered sampling often. He recalled her swollen pink lips, parting her silken inner folds with his thumbs, and tonguing the pearl of her pussy, making her cream against his mouth. Swallowing hard, he salivated with want for a taste.

"I was given the impression that my services were needed." Her pulse fluttered in the long column of her neck. She trembled at his nearness.

"You have no idea." His hand molded to her hip. "But not here. Not now." He spoke close to her lips. All he had to do was close the space between them. Their lips would touch, but that would compromise an already-delicate situation.

Eventually, any new connection between them would complicate their precarious situation. Whatever they once had, and as bitter as the notion was, this was a connection they shouldn't have again. He wasn't good for her, and she was too good for him.

Tell that to his cock.

Memories of her throaty laugh when she reached orgasm came rushing through his mind with the force of a tidal wave. He'd thought incessantly of her since the night he'd left her bed...her life. Yet here she was and he felt the same carnal desires jack hammering through his body.

He hesitated less than a minute. "Fuck." He had to kiss her. "I can't believe you're here. God, but I wish you weren't." His mouth descended, hot, demanding, thoroughly kissing her. He pinned her to the wall, crushing her soft curves to his hard lines.

"Liar." She moaned, melted against him as her arms circled his shoulders, gripping him. He wasn't sure if she pushed him to get away, or clawed at him to move closer. He only knew he couldn't stop the onslaught of need and desire. Applying pressure, he urged her mouth open, slipped his tongue past her teeth and exerted mild suction. Fuck. She tasted better than he remembered. Warm and soft lips pressed more firmly against his. Not light, tentative, or cautious. Deepening the heated kiss, he coaxed her tongue to dance with his.

He wanted more. He wanted her. But they were being watched. He already risked revealing their familiarity in their whispered words. Therefore, he wrenched his mouth from hers. His chest heaved as he regained his control. Yeah, right. With Victoria, he never felt in control.

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2010-04-30T09:48:00.001-06:00

Johnny Loves Krissy is Here!! Just Released

Johnny Loves Krissy
Copyright KyAnn Waters
All Rights Reserved, The Wild Rose Press
Erotic Contemporary
The Wilder Roses
e-book novel $6.00
rated double rose

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Blurb:
Kristina Taylor's biological clock just went off. She has endometriosis. Now “who's your baby's daddy” just took on a completely new meaning. A brilliant plan for conception includes her hot best friend Johnny

Knock her up? Krissy has to be crazy. Or is she? Johnny has loved her since high school. Her plan might not include life after baby. His does. But how is he going to show her how good they can be together with all her rules--no kissing, no touching, no caressing. He can make love to her, but she's determined not to enjoy it. To hell with that and to hell with her rules. He's determined to show her friendship is the best foundation for a relationship.

But there are always complications. ..

With Johnny, Krissy is afraid to look to the future. Right now, she can't get enough of the present, and she dreads the thought of losing what she's had with him in the past. Huston. Taking him to bed won't be a hardship--if she can only get him to play by her rules. After all, she wants to maintain their friendship. Not easy if he ends up being the best sex of her life.

Excerpt:

"Our baby," she whispered with awe and wonder discernable in her voice. "Is this really happening?"

Her eyes filled with tears. Johnny set the frying pan on the stove and pulled her out of the kitchen chair and into his arms. "Scary when it finally becomes real, isn't it?" He stroked her back. He felt her head nod against his chest. Then she went rigid and pushed against him. "What?"

"We have bigger problems." She took two retreating steps. "The when, where and how."

"Pardon me?"

"I don't want some magical date etched into my mind reminding me of the day we conceived our baby. Where are we actually going to have sex? Not my bed. I'm not going to remember us every time I crawl beneath the covers. Not your bed either. I don't want you thinking about me when you go to sleep."

Good thing she wasn't in his head. He'd already taken her to his bed hundreds of times. In his dreams. "The where won't matter. You and I both know we'll never forget."

"As for the when, I'm ready when you are." Krissy put her hands on her hips. "Actually, I should rephrase that. I'll be ready after you make breakfast and we eat. If we can decide where, then we can do it tonight. We just need to think of sex as the first step in a series of steps to reach the desired conclusion of having a baby."

As if he could just forget he'd be making love while Krissy only thought of their being together as a means to an end. "At least we don't need to discuss the how."

"Actually, I think we do."

Johnny nearly crushed the egg he was holding in his hand instead of cracking it into the frying pan. He looked over his shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. Krissy sat at the table again with a serious look on her face, not a trace of humor in the straight line of her mouth. "I'm capable."

She rolled her eyes. "We both know what happens in relationships when one falls hard and not the other. That can't happen to us. So we need rules about the how." She held up one finger. "No kissing. That includes oral. I'm not sucking your dick."

"What if I need help getting an erection? You won't be my fluff girl?"

She pursed her lips. "I'll get you a Viagra."

Her mouth turned up on the left and he weakened. "Okay, let me hear the rest of your rules."

"No caressing. I know you're an ass man. Mine is off limits. No touching outside of what is absolutely necessary. No grabbing hair."

"Are your tits off limits, too?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Yes."

Laughter rolled from deep within his chest. Unbelievable. His dreams had come true and then morphed into his worst nightmare. He could make love to Krissy, but by god, he wasn't allowed to enjoy it.

"If you make me come, I'll clobber you the minute you get off of me. I don't want you to be good."

Did she read minds now? "I can't control whether it's good or not."

"Yes, you can! Just get on, come, and get off. Hopefully, we'll only have to fuck once."

"Do I get to enjoy myself at all or is that against the rules as well?" Johnny flipped the eggs in the pan, then snatched the bread off the top of the refrigerator. He needed to calm down. Krissy's unrealistic ideal situation was a long way from his.

"Of course." She stood and poured them coffee. "You have to enjoy sex in order to reach orgasm. How else am I going to get pregnant? Coming is ejaculation. I don't suppose you're a premature ejaculator. The faster the better."

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2010-04-28T10:06:00.000-06:00

Just released!

Roped and Branded
Copyright KyAnn Waters, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Roped and Branded

by KyAnn Waters

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Southern Texas is in the grips of a heat wave and DaniLee Hunter needs a distraction. The man she wants refuses to see she's all grown up, but the sexy ranch hand Waco is more than willing for an erotic roll in the hay.

Everything in South Texas stings, bites, or prickles...including Cord Stiles. As foreman of the Iron H, he has enough to deal with--including his growing attraction for DaniLee. She's wild and reckless--and impossible to ignore. It's time she's roped and branded...and he's just the man to do it.

The stakes are high in a late night poke-her game. Cord, Dani and Waco lay their cards are on the table. Winner takes all.

Excerpt:

"Dani, slow down."

"We can't." DaniLee Hunter chuckled. She wasn't sure of the cowboy's real name because everyone called him Waco. She glanced from his dreamy, moss green eyes to the tempting bulge of his cock beneath the brass buckle cinching the waist of his faded Wranglers. She traced the impression of the rodeo steer on the belt buckle. Waco groaned and his bulge flexed.

Dani grabbed his shirt and yanked. Snaps popped and the fabric parted. She stared, mesmerized by the tough, lean muscle and skin bronzed by wind and sun. She trailed a finger down his sternum and over his corded abdominals. His flesh quivered under her fingertips. Damn, the man was cut.

Ranch work hardened a body, even hers. She'd been called a tomboy since she climbed onto that first paint at four years old. At twenty-three, she was grown up and no longer had the small, lean build of a boy. She insisted she be treated like one of the men, but didn't have to look like one.

Waco grinned, shifted his broad shoulders and shrugged the shirt from his body. "We're playing with fire." His gaze darted to the closed barn door. "If your daddy--"

"Are you afraid to get burned?" She cocked her head to the side and slipped the button of her sleeveless cotton shirt free. "Feel how hot I am." Another button. Her shirt gaped.

Waco's stare dropped from her face to her exposed cleavage and his eyes darkened. "Fuck, Dani, how is a man supposed to keep his head around you?" He grazed a work-rough knuckle across a beaded nipple. Pleasure snaked from tip to clit.

"Oh baby, you aren't." She stepped closer and took Waco's tan cowboy hat from his head. Sweat dampened the chestnut curls at his temples. He wore his hair long enough to run her fingers though, and hold on tight to while she sat on his face and rode his thin mustache.

She laughed as Waco impatiently pushed her into an empty horse stall. Her boots crunched the fresh straw on the dirt floor. The musky scent of horse and hay hung in the air.

He worked his belt loose. "There will be hell to pay if we get caught." His voice held an edge of laughter.

"That's part of the excitement." She arched one eyebrow and smirked. "And you know it isn't gentlemanly to tell a girl she isn't worth a little risk."

"I never professed to be a gentleman."

"Good because I don't want gentle."

He chuckled and jerked the zipper down. "I think you know you're worth a trip through hell." He parted the fly and his cock thrust forward from a thatch of dark springy hair.

"Yeah, I know all about you and your hedonistic ways. As long as it feels good--"

A devilish smile tilted his lips. "And, fuck, that feels good." She held his thick length in both hands and squeezed as he hardened further. Soft, smooth skin stretched tight over solid steel. The large bulbous head darkened to a deep red and pearly liquid seeped from the slit. She stroked him once...twice. Her grip was firm and she slid the skin over his rod.

He leaned his head back against the wood beam between stalls and hissed. "Harder, Dani." She squeezed, but his shaft was like rock. "Damn, your hands are strong."

So was her determination. She squatted into the fresh hay. Waco's dick was long and thick with veins bulging in high relief. A rich, earthy smell clung to his skin. She breathed deep, leaned in and tasted his length from base to tip. She circled the crown with her tongue, then took him between her lips and sucked.

Waco fisted his hands at his sides and thrust his hips toward her face. God, everything about the man was whipcord lean. His muscular thighs bent, giving her a better position to take more of his shaft into her mouth. She hummed in the back of her throat and savored the hard, heated length.

His velvety flesh was salty sweet and pulsed within her mouth. She curled her tongue around the ridge then flicked the tip against the slit. Her left hand wrapped around the back of his thigh and her right twisted gently and pumped his cock. She sucked hard, fist meeting mouth in the middle, making him wet and slick with saliva. She pumped faster, working her mouth up and down the shaft.

The barn door rattled.

"Who's there?" Waco jerked his hips, pulled free of her mouth and spun toward the door.

"It's only the wind." She laughed and fell back onto her butt. "Are you that worried about being caught with me?" She reclined back on her elbows and stretched her legs out in front of her. "We're just having fun."

Waco dropped to the ground beside her. "I happen to like working on the Iron H. Your dad is a good man." He circled her bellybutton with the blunt tip of his finger. Her tummy quivered as he traced a squiggly pattern higher.

"My daddy is at the house." She glanced around the vacant barn. "We're alone." She trailed her fingertips up his forearm, combing the soft, dark hairs with her nails. "It's just you and me."

Waco cupped her breast and rasped his thumb over the taut tip. "Ray isn't the problem--it's your keeper."

"I don't have a keeper," she said as if she meant it.

Waco snorted.

"I don't. Cord Stiles has no say in what I do." She kicked off her boots. "I do who and what I want." And she wanted to do Waco. Dani lifted her hips and shimmied off her worn jeans. Then she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled him down into the hay with her. "Less talk, cowboy."

Waco's lips were firm and demanding, but Dani knew what she liked and how she liked it and he wasn't aggressive enough. She spread her thighs and he maneuvered between them, grinding his rigid cock against her mound. With a shift of his hips, he emulated the slow thrusting of long, deep strokes. Only she still wore her thong. The string was soaked and rubbing against her sensitive clit.

She opened her mouth and glided her tongue along his. Sucking, nibbling and tasting fresh air and raw man. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her tummy fluttered. The delicious cock riding between her legs had her hotter than the Texas sun at high noon.

DaniLee wrapped her arms around his tapered torso and her legs around his lean hips. He groaned and plunged his hot, wet tongue deep into her mouth. Dani ate at his lips, but was growing tired of foreplay. She wanted to ride in his rodeo--wanted Waco to ride her hard and fast. Her pussy clenched, needing to be crammed full of his cock. She didn't want soft and gentle, but wanted on her hands and knees while he drove his dick into her cunt and thoroughly fucked her from behind.

"What the hell are you doing? Get the fuck off her!"

"Holy shit!" Waco leapt off, jerked up his pants, nearly zipping off his beautiful erection. Now that would have been a damn shame.

"Cord! Don't you knock?" Dani flopped back into the hay and draped one arm over her closed eyes.

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2010-03-24T09:34:00.002-06:00

New Release from Ellora's Cave

Dark Man: Blood Slaves Book 3

Vance is determined to discover the secrets hidden in The Catacombs, an exclusive all-male fetish club. Someone there was the last person to see his ex-lover alive and he intends seek revenge for the brutal murder. Once in, he meets Tac, the owner of the club. He’s secretive and hot as hell. The BDSM sex is unlike anything Vance has experienced. Tac is slipping under his skin, becoming an obsession, and keeping him from the truth.

Nothing can endanger the vampires’ existence. Theron, known in the club as Tac, will destroy any who try. He is dominant and dangerous—in total control of his world. He lives only for sex and blood. He has never been emotionally involved with anyone. Now, a human has slipped into his life and under his skin, making him want more than meaningless sex with blood slaves. But Theron will never allow a mere mortal to bring him to his knees.

Note: This book contains scenes of smoking-hot men engaged in multiple-partner sex and bondage.

Excerpt:

Vise-like pressure gripped his chest. His gut clenched and his cock throbbed. Sweat beaded on his brow and upper lip. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and swallowed hard. Muscles, strained from anticipation, burned like fire. Heat chased along every nerve into his groin and pooled in his heavy balls. Fantasy clashed with reality. The Catacombs. Vance Autry hadn't really known what to expect. He'd only known he'd had to get in.

"What do you want?" The words broke through the haze of lust swirling in his mind. What did he want? Since meeting Tac, that's what he'd been asking himself.

Tac palmed his ass. A blatant show of possession. There was a time he'd have gone off. He wasn't anyone's boy toy. He gave a mental snort. Apparently, that wasn't true. He glanced at Tac. He was devilishly handsome. Tall and lengthy but built. Lean muscles carved his form. Dark hair framed his angular face and draped past his broad shoulders in silken waves. Long lashes fringed amber eyes glinting with something intensely dangerous. Eyes to drown in. Eyes that saw too deeply--into the soul. Tac was dangerous because he was too sexy, too appealing, and Vance could feel himself being slowly sucked into Tac's world.

"A drink," he said in response to the question. Only he was sure it wasn't the answer Tac was looking for. He wanted to know who they were going to fuck first.

Tac chuckled. "If getting you liquored up will let me have my way with you, I'll pour the alcohol myself." The statement surprised Vance. Tac didn't drink and had seemed to appreciate that Vance didn't either.

"Liquid motivation isn't required. Just a soda." Vance didn't drink alcohol because he didn't want his senses dulled. He needed to be in complete control of his faculties. He had to be ready for the unexpected.

Tac went for the cola and Vance stood at the perimeter of the Pit. A room with no limits and few rules. Tac didn't submit. He dominated. He fucked like a machine. At least, that was the conclusion Vance had come to in the few weeks he'd known Tac. It also brought about the hard reality that their involvement was temporary.

Temporary was fine. Tac was a means to an end.

Returning a few minutes later, Tac wrapped an arm around him with a soda in his hand. Positioned behind him, he pressed in close, riding the seam of Vance's ass with his thick, solid cock.

"Have a drink, because I've arranged our entertainment for the evening."

Vance's mouth went suddenly dry and his cock head grew moist. "What's his name?" He took the glass from Tac's fingers and brought it to his lips.

"No names."

In the Pit, with Tac, even if the players changed, the game was consistent. Always, at the end of the night, Vance came to the same conclusion--he and Tac were together, and with each encounter they shared, Tac slipped a little more under his skin. Becoming involved--emotionally involved--made for an impossible situation.

Vance tried to convince himself that this wasn't his scene. He had a bigger purpose for his behavior. Vance played in the Pit for Tac--because he needed him. Needed information. Vance was only in The Catacombs because he had to be. This was where he'd find the last man who'd seen Seth alive.

Deep down, where he kept his dirty little secret, he admitted he wanted Tac, wanted the club, the hot men and hot sex. He wanted to be fucked to the point of exhaustion. He was Tac's boy toy.

When he'd heard of the club, he hadn't known what to expect. Yet, Seth had been unable to get him in. Membership in the exclusive club wasn't like buying a Sam's Club membership. Not everyone was welcome. At first, Vance hadn't cared. Even though he'd moved on after he and Seth split, they'd remained friends. Good friends. Vance owed it to Seth to find out what had transpired. Vance had a damn good idea that whatever had happened to his friend had begun here, in the club, and ended with his mutilated body found tossed like trash in a back alley.

Vance had found a way into the club. A New Year's Eve house party had secured his invitation. He'd never have believed he'd encounter men, considered to be the influential echelon of Denver, who were members of The Catacombs. He'd never expected to meet someone like Tac. The man had become his obsession. He only hoped he wasn't connected to the individual responsible for Seth's death.

For the past eight weeks, he'd simply allowed Tac to pull him deeper into this deviant underground world of men. At least, that was what he'd believed he'd find in a secret fetish club. He hadn't realized that he would feel as though he belonged here too. However, for now, that didn't matter. He needed information from Tac.

Tac moved into the Pit and Vance quickly set his drink on a table then followed. With every step, he scanned the crowd--pulsing with sexual energy beneath dull ambient light. Leather, chains, loincloths and flesh. The Catacombs was a fetish club for patrons with a predilection for the extreme. But the Pit--the Pit was a fuck fest and Tac was the ringleader as well as the owner of the club.

Tac abruptly stopped and turned. Vance started. Before he could utter a word, Tac grasped the sides of his head and slammed his lips onto Vance's. He parted his lips and the intoxicating taste of Tac filled his mouth. Tac's tongue invaded, tried to conquer. Vance valiantly parried his thrust of taste and retreat. Tongues glided together, teeth clinked. If he wanted rough, he'd give him rough. Vance grasped Tac at the hips and crushed their groins together.

"Is this what you want?" Vance backed Tac against the wall. Lust unfurled in his gut, raged hot through his system. His balls tingled and his cock hardened. Whenever Tac touched him, responsibility and obligations slipped away. He was here for a purpose but when Tac rubbed their cocks together Vance's only purpose was to please and be pleased. Tac was toxic and Vance wanted more.

2010-02-04T20:03:00.005-07:00

Sharing an excerpt from a fellow erotic writer.

Anita Philmar's

Banished Scoundrel

Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.

Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.

Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.

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Excerpt -
“Have you dropped off your stipend for the game tomorrow?” She laid her finely, manicured hand on his arm. The dainty touch sent sparks of awareness through him, and his cock swelled. “The governor likes to put all the money in his strongbox for safekeeping before the party begins.”

Jack reined in his desire and reminded himself of his primary objective—to transport the lady back to Ardenia.

However, he liked Sloan’s clever rule. If a man didn’t contribute the required gold coins to the game, the governor shouldn’t waste resources entertaining him. “No, I can’t say that I have. I arrived just a few moments ago.”

“Then let me show you to the study, and I’ll fetch you a drink.” She touched his arm again and stepped into the foyer.

He bowed his head slightly and played the unfamiliar part of a refined gentleman. “And you are?”

She fluttered her hand over her face and brushed a wisp of light brown hair from her brow. “The governor calls me Kitty. It’d probably be best if you did, too.”

“What an alluring name? It makes me think of a cat with its lips covered by a luscious coat of cream.” Jack stared at Kitty’s mouth, and his tongue tingled at the idea of tasting her rich, flavorful lust.

She giggled and wove her hand through the crook in his arm. The soft swell of her breast bumped against his arm. “Oh, you’re naughty, but I love the alluring image.”

“Then, I hope you’ll let me have a taste later.” He didn’t crowd her but allowed her to step back. She led him across the entranceway to a door on the other side.

Remember she’s a princess.

2010-01-16T15:54:00.000-07:00

Tie Me Up, Tie Me Down
Copyright © KyAnn Waters, 2010
All Rights Reserved, The Wild Rose Press
Erotic, Western Contemporary
e-book novella $2.50
rated double rose
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A big truck rolled into town. The cowboy wore a black Stetson. Tristan McKay. He knows how to tie her up, but she refuses to be the woman to tie him down.

Jaycee Craven hasn't had hot, tie-me-up sex since Tristan left town. Okay, so six weeks ago she'd told him to go to hell. Now he's back in her one-horse town for the rodeo, only she's the one who's about to get more than an 8-second ride.

Tristan McKay walked away, but he never had any intention of staying gone. Jaycee's temper flares with the same intensity as her arousal and he's been burned by both. Trouble is--he likes playing with fire.

Excerpt:

Tristan opened the driver door, walked around the front of the vehicle, and opened her door. He put his hand on her left thigh and spun her around on the leather seat. Her skin was smooth and soft. His cock thickened with desire and swelled into the fly of his jeans. He relished the tortuous heat pooling in his balls and the tingle at the base of his spine. She wanted his truck? Fine. He wanted her.

"Tristan--"

He cut her off by slanting his lips over hers. He touched her silken lips with his tongue, silently demanding her surrender to what he knew still boiled between them. A fierce intensity that neither had ever wanted to fight--not until he’d pushed her too far.

Her lips parted and he slicked past her teeth. Tongue rubbed against tongue. He growled and spread her thighs with his hips. Reaching up, he tugged the elastic, freeing her hair to fall around her shoulders.

Her fingers clutched his shirt. His abdominals quivered. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his hips. Linking her feet, she dug her heels into his ass and urged him closer. Heat raced through his body. He dropped the keys to the floor mat then grasped her buttocks and lifted her hard against his groin. Her thighs spread wider.

Tristan ate at her mouth, trailed a hand higher, feeling each rib as he trekked toward her breast. When he finally cupped the soft mound, she whimpered and arched into his hand. Her taut nipple prodded into his palm. He pinched and rolled the beaded peak through her shirt. It wasn’t enough.

He backed away and tugged her tank top up and off. "Ah hell, Jaycee."

Damn, she was pretty. Rosy, nickel-sized nipples centered on gently slopping breasts. They were milky white against the tanned contours of her arms and shoulders. He recalled how sensitive and sweet she was. He bent and pulled one delicious tip into his mouth, slathering her with moist kisses. She moaned and cupped the side of his head.

"I hate you," she whispered.

2009-12-10T21:45:00.001-07:00

Iron Man - Book 2 in the Blood Slaves series is out!!

Iron Man
Copyright © KyAnn Waters, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

To Purchase http://www.jasminejade.com/pm-7833-400-iron-man.aspx

Iron Man

Book 2 in the Blood Slaves series

Rafe is a vampire and Adam is his human blood slave. But Rafe wants more—a blood bond. Adam is not willing to join the vampire world so he leaves it all behind and heads for DC and a new life.

Adam is back in town for the holidays. They rekindle their romance and head to the local fetish club, The Catacombs, where Adam is known as Iron Man because of his hardware—a steel cock plug and chain harness. They spend the week having wild, aggressive, kinky-as-hell sex. Anything goes.

When it’s time to return to the real world, Adam is torn. Rafe is more than a vampire, more than his lover. He’s his partner. Adam isn’t sure he can give up his humanity, even for the man he loves. He has to decide—a vampire blood bond or his lonely human life in DC?

Note: Two sexy men in a fetish club can get into a lot of kinky situations, so be prepared for anything, including all male, multiple-partner bondage sex and orgies in very public places.

Excerpt:

Rafe threw another log on the fire. Sparks exploded from the crackling wood and rose into the chimney. Outside the living room window, snow continued to pile up on cars, houses and shrubs. For the second time in an hour, a plow rumbled down the street with yellow lights flashing.

He went back to the sofa and sipped a beer, wishing for the mind-numbing intoxication that wouldn't come. He hadn't fed in days and without the warm elixir of blood surging through his veins, he was without human sensation. Yet, he didn't have the energy to feed and even less motivation for The Catacombs, the vampire club that would see to all his needs.

The neighbors had really outdone themselves this Christmas. Colorful lights dripped from the house. The shrubs twinkled under the blanket of white and the porch pillars were wrapped to look like candy canes. Rafe hadn't put up a single holiday decoration. He no longer considered himself religious--not for three years. Not since becoming vampire.

With a groan, he leaned into the cushions. He was twenty-six years old and a seasoned firefighter of five years. This week off work was going to be hell. Shit, his life was hell. He wasn't taking time off by choice. His captain had insisted that he needed to mourn. He worked the graveyard shift at the station. And while he trusted the humans he worked with in harried situations such as an out-of-control inferno, he didn't trust them enough to bring any of them into his personal life. He hadn't trusted anyone since Adam. And that relationship hadn't worked out as he'd hoped.

Adam had been more than a blood slave to sate his hunger. At least, Rafe had wanted more. Without forging a blood bond, he and Adam couldn't have eternity. For that Adam had to become vampire, had to exchange blood with Rafe. They would not only bind their lives, they would share thoughts and live as one.

"Love," he said into the empty room. Love hurt like hell. Rafe had pushed, obviously asking for more than Adam had been willing to give. Then he'd pushed Adam out of his life altogether because Rafe hadn't been willing to settle for less than forever.

Now, instead of the sweet taste of Adam's blood floating over his tongue and warming his body, he fed from slaves at The Catacombs. Men who served the sect, served vampires. Men who weren't like Adam. Adam hadn't fed any vampire except Rafe. They hadn't just been symbiotic. They'd been partners.

Rafe drove the maudlin thoughts from his mind and considered his current situation. Tonight he'd rather not be home. He'd rather be hanging out at the fire station or on a call. He didn't wish harm to anyone, especially this time of year, but nothing cleared the mind like focusing on something else. Fires were dangerous, explosive and unpredictable. Exactly the way he felt.

At some point, he'd need to think about feeding. Right now, he just couldn't summon the strength to move. The silence was deafening.

Rafe started at a knock on the door. The hour had grown late. He couldn't think of anyone who would bother him tonight—not after the funeral. At this hour, his friends would be at The Catacombs.

With a heavy sigh, he stood, strode over to the door and pulled it open.

"Hi, Rafe, I heard you had a bad day."

His gut clenched. Emotion choked his throat. Adam Cross was the last person he expected to see at his front door. "You could say it's been a bad year." And it hadn't improved when this man walked away.

"May I come in?"

Rafe stuffed his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. He swallowed hard at the sight of his ex. Today had already left him drained. He wasn't sure he wanted to handle a conversation with Adam. But he stepped aside anyway. "Sure. Can't say I'm very good company."

Adam dusted snowflakes from his rakishly tousled hair and hunched his shoulders as he crossed the threshold. "I used to be able to cheer you up." He faced Rafe. Heavy silence hung between them. His full lips pulled into a somber line and were slightly reddened from the cold. "It's been a while. I had to see you, although I wish the circumstance were better."

Memories of them together still stung. The breakup hadn't been bitter or angry. Adam had the opportunity to take a position in Washington, DC, consulting for the government. Prestigious, lucrative and a once-in-a-lifetime chance to excel in his field. All excuses. Adam had left to get away from Rafe. He'd made his choice.

Adam's skin warmed. Rafe flared his nostrils, drawing in more of the coppery-sweet aroma of the thick blood flowing through Adam. His cock stirred. Time hadn't lessened his appetite for this man. His acute hunger intensified and bordered on painful. As much as he needed to feed and wanted to fuck, now wasn't the time to ravage his former lover. Emotions still ran too deep and Rafe still wanted more than Adam's blood. He still wanted more than Adam was willing to give.

Adam shared Rafe's sexual predilections for adventure. Their playground had been The Catacombs, a highly exclusive place that catered to men with Rafe's appetite and Adam's inclinations.

Rafe nodded toward the living room and started forward. "Would you care for a drink?"

"That would be great."

Rafe walked to the bar. He still stocked Adam's favorite Scotch whisky, Aberlour, and poured two inches of amber liquid into a tumbler.

Adam stood next to the crackling fire and shrugged out of his camelhair trench coat. Damn, he looked incredible. Evidently their breaking up had been good for him.

A casual crew-neck shirt hugged the contours of his muscular chest. Adam kept in shape--he enjoyed the attention of looking good. His belted Dockers fit his job but not his personality. Not the real man that Rafe knew. Business casual was fine for the office but Rafe preferred him in a studded codpiece and leather chaps to show off his long legs and calves carved from granite.

Slightly damp chestnut curls brushed against his collar. Rafe hadn't forgotten the piercing eyes and thick lashes but he'd forgotten the intensity of the vivid green color. Square forehead, hollow cheeks and a cleft in his clean-shaven face gave him a masculine appearance.

Rafe handed him the drink then sat on the couch. He wasn't sure what to say. He hadn't seen Adam in a couple of months. With his mother's illness, he doubted he would've been good company.

"I came home…for Christmas." Adam sat in the chair facing the couch and rested his forearms on his widespread thighs.

"That's good. So how's your family?"

Adam rolled the tumbler between his palms. "About the same."

"I guess not much changes."

Adam lifted his head and met Rafe's stare. "We both know that isn't true." He took a healthy swig of his drink. "But not everything does." His heated gaze raked over Rafe, lingering on his face. "You look good."

Rafe smiled along with a nervous chuckle then combed his straight brown bangs from his forehead with his fingers. He should've had a haircut, but then he hadn't expected company. Hadn't expected Adam to show up on his doorstep. "I was thinking the same thing about you." He stood and crossed to the hearth. After opening the metal screen, he knelt on one knee and picked up a split log.

"I had to come over…when I heard about your mom. I'm so sorry."

Rafe paused then tossed the log on the dying flames. "Yeah, me too."

"If I had known she was sick, I would've been here for both of you."

Rafe released an unsteady sigh. "You left, Adam." He glanced over his shoulder.

"Theron knew where to find me."

Of course he would. Theron was one of the surviving seven, a Master Vampire. He controlled every aspect of his sect, including blood slaves. "I know, but I've never asked him about you." He turned back to the flames. "We both made our choices. I appreciate that you're here, but I haven't fed, haven't slept. It might be best if you go."

"No." Strong fingers closed over his shoulder. "To offer condolences isn't the only reason I came over."

Desire flared in Rafe's groin and his cock stirred.

"Come here."

Rafe paused then slowly stood. Adam wrapped long fingers around the back of his neck and pulled him into a kiss. A shiver skittered down his spine and his nipples tightened around the steel posts piercing them. Adam's lips were soft but insistent. Fuck, did Rafe really need this added complication? The man had a way of making him shed any inhibitions. They'd been wild and hungry for one another. Then Rafe's hunger had driven them apart. Adam hadn't thought Rafe could handle the limitations of their relationship. Adam had refused to bond with Rafe—refused to become vampire. He'd understood, but the rejection had still hurt like hell.

But the man could kiss. Rafe parted his lips and Adam's tongue delved into his mouth. Adam tasted good. A hint of mint blended with the essence of whisky and raw man. His grip tightened and he moaned low in his chest. Kissing back, his tongue swept into Adam's mouth, tasting, lightly sucking, then demanding.

Maybe Rafe needed this--to lose himself in his former lover, the man he still wanted, even if just for tonight. Inside, something snapped. A rush of need left him dizzy and his cock swelled against his jeans. Rafe became the aggressor, grasped Adam's buttocks and jerked him close. Adam groaned as Rafe pressed their erect cocks together.

"Is this what you came here for?" Rafe slithered his tongue against Adam's. He tasted better than he remembered. Intoxicatingly male. He threaded his hands through Adam's hair, holding his head as he deepened the kiss.

Adam ripped his mouth away and he gripped Rafe's shoulders. "I couldn't stay away." He shifted his hips, rubbing his groin into Rafe, pressing into the hard ridge of his shaft. "Is there another man in your life? A blood slave?"

He gave a low laugh. "Would you care?" Adam eased back and their gazes met. Rafe tugged on Adam's belt buckle. "Because I couldn't care less if there is anyone in yours." With fierce possessiveness, he cupped Adam's erect cock. "If you only stopped by for conversation, tell me now." He nipped at his lip, biting a little harder than he should. Part of him wanted to punish Adam for leaving but the bigger part was just damn glad he was there now.

"You always did want to fuck me."

With those words, Adam turned his head, laying open the flesh of his neck. Saliva pooled in Rafe's mouth, his tongue swelled and his canines lengthened. Control unfurled within him and the feral man, the part that wasn't human, took over. A growl rolled from his chest as his lips pulled back in a snarl.

Muscles throughout his body tensed.

"Now, Rafe. I feel as desperate as you."

Not possible. Rafe threaded his fingers into Adam's hair and angled his head. Opening wide, he hovered over his flesh, anticipating sinking his teeth into the sweet elixir coursing through Adam's veins--the drug that made Rafe human again.

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2009-11-13T08:46:00.001-07:00

Ice Man: Blood Slaves

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Ice Man
Copyright © KyAnn Waters, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

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Book 1 in the Blood Slaves series.

Feeding and sex go hand in hand when you're a blood slave to a vampire. It's like a drug and Rowan is hooked. With the vampire Theron, Rowan has never wanted for more than his next fix. Until he meets Brett. Brett is hot, the sex is incredible and he's human.

Brett is looking for kinky sex when he goes to the Catacombs, an exclusive fetish club for men. Flair bartender Rowan, also known as Ice Man, is sexy and mysterious. Brett isn't ready to complicate his life with a lover outside the Catacombs and Rowan isn't interested in club-scene sex but coming together and giving in never felt so good.

Rowan's dark secret could destroy everything. He must never allow Brett to learn of his symbiotic relationship with the vampire. He has to choose--tell Brett the truth or remain a blood slave. He can only hope that Brett will trust in love enough to forgive him.

An Excerpt From: ICE MAN

Another busy night and patrons crowded around the counter. Rowan stood behind the bar, flipping bottles and mixing drinks. His hands were steady as he focused on the turns, juggles and flash that brought him excellent tips and inquisitive stares. Blood slaves and vamps mingled with unsuspecting humans. All gay men and all heavy into fetish and the lifestyle. The Catacombs was a pleasure palace to those seeking high kink and anonymity.

Rowan fed on the erotic energy and adoration. However, he never participated in the sex play happening in public rooms, private rooms, or the open fuck fest occurring in the Pit, a large room with few rules and few limits. His habits in the bedroom weren't for public consumption.

He couldn't say the same of his vampire lover. Some looked at Rowan with loathing and contempt. He supposed that was to be expected, considering he was the blood slave to the ancient vampire. It wasn't a role he accepted easily.

Rowan didn't have family. In his early childhood, he'd bounced from foster family to foster family. Adolescence was worse. He'd always known he was gay. His lips curled into a snarl as he took a mental trip down memory lane. Getting caught giving the captain of the high school swim team a blowjob had gotten him kicked out of the last home. He'd taken to the streets and had been there about a year when he'd met a man named Tac.

Incredibly attractive, obviously wealthy, dressed in all black and screaming sex, he looked good and smelled better. Rowan hadn't been able to take his eyes off the bulge of his cock encased in black denim. He'd worn a long black coat. That night seven years ago, Tac had offered Rowan a ride in his BMW, had taken him out to dinner then back to his bed.

Seven years.

Rowan shook off the maudlin thoughts. Part of him did belong in the club, belonged to the vampires. But that didn't mean he didn't want a traditional relationship. A man, not a vampire, to share his life. He glanced at Theron's private table. He sat with friends, laughing, exuding a sexual aura that attracted men like moths to a fire. They knew him as Tac, the king of kink.

"You have beautiful eyes."

Rowan focused his attention on the man seated in front of him.

"Ah," he said. "So you can smile."

"What can I get you?" Rowan wiped the counter with a bar towel.

"A mojito, a private room and an hour with you."

Rowan took a tall glass from the stack. "I'm working." He tossed the rum bottle and caught it above the glass.

"You're very good at what you do."

"Thanks."

The man had piercing blue eyes fringed with thick feathery lashes. He wore a gentleman's haircut, trimmed close on the sides and a bit longer on top. Gray hairs weaved though the dark hair at his temples. Laugh lines creased the corners of his eyes when he smiled. Sharp angles created an interesting face. Ruggedly handsome, yet his deep voice spoke of refined elegance. A man who could sip champagne and still get dirty.

Rowan's cock stirred. The stranger intrigued him. Unlike many of the members of The Catacombs, this man wasn't blatant in his predilections. Men around them wore leather, PVC or bare oil-slicked skin, chains and collars. This man had on a silk shirt and trousers.

"I assume this is your first time here." Rowan knew everyone in the club. That was his job. He'd never seen this man before. He passed a pad of paper and pen to the stranger. "Member number." So he could put the drink charges to his tab.

Inside the club, anonymity was a priority. Men could spend an evening, fuck one person or participate in group sex. Or a man could slip into a private room, revel in any fetish and never share his name.

The man jotted his number on the paper. "Not my first time." He gathered sweat from the glass on his fingertip. "Though I did recently move to the area." He didn't elaborate.

Rowan focused on the way he traced patterns on the glass. Manicured nails capped long, thick fingers. Sparse dark hair swirled between his knuckles.

"It's a bit awkward," the man said. "We aren't supposed to ask for names and telling someone you want to fuck them isn't supposed to be uncomfortable here." He sipped his drink. His eyes raked over Rowan's T-shirt-clad chest. An answering warmth rushed into his shaft. His cock jerked. It felt good.

Men in the club didn't usually affect him. Perhaps he'd become desensitized to the tempting flesh on display throughout the club or maybe his lack of interest in others stemmed more from the fact that Theron fucked him hard and often.

"Rowan," he said without thinking about it too long. He extended his hand and the man enclosed it in the strong, solid warmth of his. Fingers tightened and held for just a moment.

"Brett Kirsch." He loosened his grip and they slowly let go. "A pleasure."

What the fuck? Rowan's pulse pounded and blood surged from his brain into his cock. His balls tingled and his skin was electrified. Desire simmered in his gut, turning hot. Sweat trickled down his back. A pleasure for sure. An unexpected one.

Not that he could do anything about the rush of blood into his shaft or the flash of desire warming his balls. Not without interference. He immediately scanned the area for Theron. The vampire, in the Zenith, would know the dangerous thoughts in Rowan's head.

"So we have names." Brett took a sip of his mojito. Now would they have sex?

"Your offer is tempting but I don't fuck in the club."

Brett raised an eyebrow and his mouth twisted with mirth. "You don't find the surroundings arousing?"

Rowan glanced at the men sipping beers, hooking up, determining who could best fulfill their darker desires. "No." He snapped his gaze back to Brett. "Not usually." He paused, took a chance on having his thoughts heard and then spoke. "That doesn't mean I'm not interested." Tension tightened his shoulders. "And I'm working."

"When do you get off?"

Rowan smiled.

"I meant, when do you stop working?"

Rowan worked at the club every night. His shift started after dark. Normally he stuck around until the crowds thinned but Brett could tempt him away. He leaned forward and whispered, "Would you be interested in getting together outside the club?"

Brett's smile faltered. "I wish I could." He took a hefty swallow of his drink. "I come to the club to avoid outside entanglements." He pushed the glass forward. "If you change your mind, I'll be around."

There won't be an after-hours party. Tell him not to go.

Rowan's stomach plummeted and his eyes slid closed. Whispered words couldn't keep his thoughts private—not from the mental link he shared with Theron. Usually he didn't care. With Theron, he'd held nothing sacred. Tonight he wanted a taste of something he'd never before considered. Chills broke along his arms. "Brett, wait." His heart pounded.

Brett turned. Rowan gave himself a lift by stepping onto the shelf behind the counter. In a leap, he lunged up and stood on the surface of the bar. Their eyes locked. He wanted one touch. Perhaps one kiss. He didn't know how Theron would react but he had to take the risk.

He stepped across the bar surface then placed his booted foot on the barstool. He jumped to the ground. He moved with determination. Nothing was going to stop him. Not even Theron.

What makes you think I want to stop you?

"Some choices are mine to make."

Rowan stood nearly the same height as Brett. His tight T-shirt, worn denim and combat boots contrasted the "business hot" Brett wore. He touched his tongue to his lower lip. Nerves sizzled. He didn't fuck members of the club. Nightly propositions were common. The heat firing through his system and hardening his cock wasn't.

"Does this mean you're on break?" Brett's smile cut deep dimples into his cheeks.

"I don't need a break to kiss you." He stared at Brett's mouth. Full lips, sensuous and soft.

"Then kiss me." He curled a finger into the waistband of Rowan's jeans where they rode low on his hips. A gentle tug brought their groins close together.

Rowan nipped at Brett's mouth, tempting his lips open with a flick of his tongue. His body felt alive. The man smelled incredible. Cloves and leather. He wrapped his hand around Brett's nape. The hair at his neck was silken against Rowan's fingertips and his skin warm. He opened his mouth and thrust his tongue inside. Sweet flavors of mint and rum mingled with the tempting demands of an aroused man. Brett groaned, grasped Rowan at the hips and crushed their erect cocks together.

A group near the bar erupted in cheers. "Ice Man. Ice Man. Ice Man." Ice Man wasn't just his bar name, it's how he lived. Rowan bantered and had fun while serving drinks but he had never savored the heady intoxication of a mysterious lover. Until now.

Rowan banded his arm around Brett and reveled in the play of taut muscles beneath his designer clothes. Shifting his head to the left, he deepened the kiss. He couldn't taste enough. Erotic swipes of his tongue glided against smooth inner tissues and teeth then dipped in again and sucked. Lips meshed. He hadn't realized how careful he'd had to be when kissing Theron. Brett didn't have razor-sharp teeth. He ate at Brett's mouth, demanding, hungry for more. He rolled his pelvis. Friction warmed his cock as it pulsed behind the fly of his jeans. Yeah, he wanted much, much more.

Brett grasped his buttocks. "Now do you want to fuck me?" Tongue rubbed tongue, slow then hard thrusts hinting at the intended promise of a night together weaving between them.

Take him to a private room. I'll join you there.

Rowan jerked his mouth away. He flinched, stepping away from Brett as if he'd been burned. "No!"

A dark shadow fell across Brett's face. "I wasn't insisting on anything. And you kissed me."

A lump like a boulder lodged in Rowan's gut. "You don't understand. It's not you."

Brett focused over Rowan's right shoulder.

Prickles tingled along Rowan's spine. He didn't have to turn around to know why the atmosphere around them charged with tension. Theron.

He stepped in close behind Rowan and rested a hand on his shoulder. "I see you've found someone to join us." Good choice. I can smell his musk. He's hot for you.

Brett's gaze shifted between them, recognition dawning. Members of The Catacombs had to go through Tac. To humans, he was a complex, secretive business owner who protected his establishment. He provided gay men a safe location to explore and be accepted in a dark sexual world of kink and fetishes.

"Rowan, I didn't realize you were involved."

Theron's grip tightened. Foolish and dangerous. You know better. No names.

"I'm only involved when my cock is," Rowan said.

Theron burst out laughing. "Well, I think your cock could be persuaded." I'm hard, hungry and need you, now.

"I'm working." He glanced over his shoulder. Members crowded around the bar. Two other bartenders handled drinks but without the flair and style he brought to the job. Flair bartending was the only show he gave. The scene playing out between the three of them held several vampires' rapt attention. Neither sex nor a situation with Theron was going to be the night's entertainment. Damn it. He knew better than to start what he was unwilling to finish. And he wasn't willing to play in Tac's playground. Their connection was personal and private. That vampires knew he was a blood slave was enough.

"I'm not opposed to joining the two of you." Brett smiled.

Will he let me fuck him just so he can fuck you? Interesting. I think we should put it to the test.

"No."

"Ah, no big deal." But it was and Rowan could see the disappointment in the downturn of Brett's smile and the shrug of his shoulders.

Rowan stepped forward and slammed his mouth over Brett's. He thrust his tongue between his lips in wild possession. Hot, sexy and full of erotic intention. He cupped Brett's cock and rubbed his palm over the erect length. Damn, the man was thick, long and hard. His mouth watered and his anus clenched.

You want him. Take him.

He ignored the voice in his head. "I do want to fuck you. Not here."

No.

Brett ran his fingers over Rowan's abdominals. Quivers rippled along his flesh. "I wish I could, but I can't." He turned his focus to Tac. "Another time, perhaps."

Tac grinned. "I certainly hope so."

2009-06-23T07:54:00.002-06:00

And the winner is . . . . SiNn!

Please email me at kyannwaters@hotmail.com

thank you to everyone who stopped by and smelled the roses.

Now . . .

For a second chance contest, visit my website. Tell me the names of my 2 dogs. Email your answers to kyannwaters@hotmail.com.

Winner will recieve the Ellora's Cave card deck of covers.

Please put Blog Contest in the subject of your email.

Thanks
KyAnn

2009-06-22T00:59:00.002-06:00

Stop and Smell the Roses Blog Bouquet

I want to tell you about my upcoming release with the Wilder Roses:
Executive Positions by KyAnn Waters

Leave a comment today for your chance to win an envelope stuffed with fun stuff including a semi precious gemstone and crystal bookthong and a special surprise. Keep reading to find out what. ;)

Blurb:
Four years of foreplay is enough...
Avril Blanco experiences several positions with a sexy, driven executive in the advertising firm of William Carver. The complication... Monday morning the determined and powerful man will be her boss.
Ian Carver is taking over as CEO for his ailing father. His first executive decision—renegotiate Avril’s job description. He’s looking for a partner, in and out of bed.
But will she risk the reputation of sleeping her way to the top?

So I live in Utah and recently I was on the telephone with a friend in another state. I was making my kids lunch and asked if they wanted fry sauce or ketchup. She asked, "So what is fry sauce?"

And I told her about "Some Dudes Fry Sauce" Yes - that is the name of the tasty sauce for french fries, burgers, chips, fish, and any other food made for dipping. Here is proof and also a place where you can order -
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So today's winner will also get a tasty bottle of Some Dude's Fry Sauce so they can enjoy a real Utah original.
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2009-06-01T21:23:00.001-06:00

Come join Liza James, KyAnn Waters, Desiree Holt, Meagan Hatfield, and Eden Rivers celebrate the launch of our blog, Romantic Cravings!
We plan to post every Monday and will have some amazing guests, so check back often! http://romanticcravings.blogspot.com/

Today stop by for a book craving - - Hot For Teacher by Liza James - - just released from eRedSage.com

2009-05-20T22:47:00.001-06:00

What is a Dick?

LOL bet that subject has you laughing.
So here is the story.
My son is in 5th grade. a naive 11. The class had the brilliant idea to watch a movie for their end of year celebration. So my son was introduced to Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.

I ask him how he liked the movie. (it's been a long time since I've seen it. I remember something about a phone book and a trench coat and I don't think I'm remembering superman although I can't be sure. :)) He tells me plenty of funny aspects of the movie then tilts his head to the side and ask me what it means to call someone a dick? I paused then said. Hmmm, let me ask your dad.

So I ask Sean, should I tell him it's short for Richard or do I tell him it references a part of the male anatomy? I certainly don't want him running around calling everyone named Richard, Dick. but the alternative is to tell him that yep, you can insult someone by calling him another term for your private parts. Well we opted for the truth and told him he's not old enough to use the word and it goes into the same mental word file for future use when he's older as shithead, fucker, and sooo many other enlightened terms he's come home from school with.

2009-05-05T20:52:00.002-06:00

Wanderlust released today!

To Purchase

The world is waiting for her…and he’s waited long enough.

Meg Snow is having hot and wild sex with Cory Traven…in her dreams.

Four years ago he had his chance for a relationship with her. Instead, he joined the military, leaving her to endure Milcott, South Dakota on her own. Now it’s her turn for adventure and a chance to banish those erotic Cory fantasies once and for all—on a singles cruise to Jamaica.

Cory has come home for what he’d denied himself four years before. Meg. But she’s made it clear she wants anyone except him. There’s only one way to show her that what she wants and what she needs are two different things. How? Storm the beaches of Jamaica. Infiltrate his way into her bed. Breach the walls of her heart.

And show her that paradise is not in the Caribbean, but in his arms.

Excerpt:

Cory realized two things—he wasn't in bed and he wasn't alone. Meg's butt bumped up against him. "Morning." He reached for her hip, but instead of the soft texture of her skirt or better, her smooth, bare thigh, he felt the roughness of denim.

"Good morning, baby," a deep, masculine voice said. A whiskered face placed a wet kiss on his cheek."Get off!" He kicked at Jake and pushed him off the couch.

"Get off me." Cory sat up. "Ow." He grabbed the top of his head and squeezed. "Tylenol." He fell back onto the couch while pointing to the kitchen.

Jake's chuckle pissed him off. Hangovers were a bitch, and he had the mother of all time hammering the inside of his head. Sharp pain stabbed into his temples and sunlight coming through the windows blinded him.

"When did Meg leave?" Cory asked.

"You, my brother, should know that better than I." Jake handed him two Tylenol and a glass of water. "So how did the date go last night?"

He raked his fingers through his hair and moaned. Even his hair hurt. He hadn't had that much to drink. Upon reflection, it had been a rather large bottle of wine.

"The date was a disaster."

"We told you Meg wanted more than mood music. The girl wants to feel special. Pizza and a movie are banal. You blew it, brother."

"Shut up." He popped the pills in his mouth and washed them down. "I really just wanted to spend time alone with her. It wasn't about sex."

"Then I take it you didn't get laid.

"It cost him, but he narrowed his eyes at Jake. "Meg's different and you know it." Cory leaned forward and braced his elbows on his knees. "I don't know what to do. Maybe I need a woman's perspective. Where's Sara?"

Jake nodded to the wall adjoining Cory's duplex and Meg's.

A low groan rolled from his chest as he stretched. "I'm not cooking and I'm not eating in Meg's kitchen. This morning Big Bird's Cafe is on the menu." Big Bird's served up delicious blueberry pancakes. But they were famous for their pheasant pot pie.

"I'm sure Meg will go so long as pizza isn't on the menu." Jake laughed.

Cory and Jake crossed the porch to Meg's side of the duplex.

Before the door was open, laughter could be heard from inside.

Sara squealed and launched herself into Jake's arms. "You'll never guess where I'm going." She turned her head and smiled at Meg. "Where we are going." She let go of Jake, but kept her hands on his chest. "Now, you might not like all the details." Her fingers walked over his pectorals. "But remember I'm doing this for my cousin. I need to support her and I also wouldn't want her to go on her own."

Jake smiled, but Cory had the distinct feeling he wasn't going to like what he was about to hear. Meg sat too quietly and appeared to be busy on her laptop. No, she was up to something."

So anyway, Meg found this absolutely fabulous deal on a cruise to the western Caribbean on eBay." Sara quickly kissed Jake to keep him from dissenting.

"Kiss him a bit longer," Meg said, and then chuckled. "He isn't going to like that it's a singles cruise."

"What?" Cory propped a shoulder against the doorjamb and crossed his arms over his chest. "No way." He tried to appear casual even though his internal body temperature spiked. He could just imagine the reception Meg would receive on a singles cruise. She wore those damn miniscule bikinis. Men would hover, waiting for her to show just a hint of interest. Then they would seize any opportunity to sample her.

"What?" This time it was Meg's turn to sound outraged. "It's none of your business. This is between Jake and Sara." She cocked an eyebrow. "I'm going regardless of what you think. I certainly am none of your business."

"Not the way I see it."

"No fighting you two." Sara disengaged herself from Jake. "Calm down. It's not a big deal. These ships plan events and everything is on the up and up. I can't very well let my best friend go alone."

"Exactly." Meg smiled. "Besides the tickets are already paid for. No refunds and we're looking for airfare now." She clicked a few more keys.

"We sail in three days." Sara squealed again. "I am so excited. I haven't had a vacation in years." She turned her lips into a pout. "And remember Meg couldn't come when we all went to Colorado."

"Are you nuts?" Jake asked with his brows furrowed tightly. "Don't bring that up. The girl carried a grudge for two years against Cory and me. We were only acting as chaperones."

"We're old enough not to need chaperones now." Meg bristled.

"Meg's right," Sara said. "And we don't need you to buy the booze anymore."

Jake's shoulders slumped and Cory knew the battle was over. Meg would never let them forget how they'd left her. It wasn't their fault she'd contracted chicken pox. She had to be quarantined anyway. Rather than cancel everyone's good time, they'd loaded into Steve Baxter's van and drove ten hours straight to Denver for a Matchbox Twenty concert at Red Rocks Amphitheater. He knew Meg had dreamt of Rob Thomas for months. She dreamt about all the men she found attractive. Whereas she'd been the only woman who'd ever made it into his fantasies. Of course he'd never tell her she'd been the object of every one of his teenage wet dreams. Especially since he was still having them.

"I found airfare for less than three hundred a ticket." Meg held her hand out to Sara. "Give me your credit card."

Sara tossed Meg her wallet.

"I'm paying for the airfare?" Jake asked."We're paying for it. Meg paid for the cruise ticket. It comes out even." Sara nuzzled her nose into Jake's neck.

Cory rolled his eyes. "That's what you get when you commingle money." He stuffed his fists into his front pockets. "Are we going to eat?"

"I told you Cory would be crotchety this morning." Meg handed Sara back her wallet. "Okay, we're set."

"Men aren't crotchety," Cory said. "Women are. Men are short-tempered, and you are testing mine."

Meg made her lips an O. "Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

Waking on the wrong side of the bed would have been an improvement so long as she had still been there. Instead, she'd just booked herself on a singles cruise. It didn't matter that he had a hangover, didn't matter that Meg and Sara didn't want to go to Big Bird's—his stomach wouldn't let him eat anyway.

For the rest of the morning Sara and Meg planned and plotted their cruise. Lucky Cory, he would have the pleasure of driving them to the airport. After last night, he had to convince her that what she wanted wasn't on a singles cruise, but standing in front of her.

2009-04-29T15:28:00.001-06:00

So I think it's pretty clear I'm really terrible at keeping up my blog. lol. But I'm home from RT and I have some news. I have a newly contracted story.

Executive Positions
By KyAnn Waters

Four years of foreplay is enough . . .

Avril Blanco experiences several positions with a sexy, driven executive in the advertising firm of William Carver. The complication...Monday morning the determined and powerful man will be her boss.

Ian Carver is taking over as CEO for his ailing father. His first executive decision—renegotiate Avril’s job description. He’s looking for a partner, in and out of bed.

But will she risk the reputation of sleeping her way to the top?

Unedited excerpt and may vary from final version.

Damn, his movements were deliberate and sexy. He stalked toward her with the determination of a predator, stealing the air from her lungs. “It’s a pleasure to see you again,” he said. His heated baritone was a mixture of confidence and raw sexuality.

“Welcome home and welcome aboard.” Avril Blanco extended her hand as a slow tentative smile found her lips.

“Thank you.” The newest addition to the William Carver advertising firm grasped her hand and the fine hairs on her arm tingled. He didn’t shake, but held her gently with his long fingers, his thumb grazing the tender flesh on the top of her hand with a deliberate stroke.

She tried not to divulge the clamoring desires rioting through her, but seductive awareness fluttered in her chest and made her nipples tighten. His intense stare locked on her face and she melted—just a little. To reveal to him he had a profound physical and sexual affect on the state of her panties would be tantamount to professional suicide. After all, Ian Carver was the boss’s son.

“Ms. Blanco, we’ll be working together.”

Yes, she was well aware of that—was well aware of him. She smiled, keeping her professional demeanor in place when all she really wanted to do is ask him to talk dirty to her with that voice, deep yet smooth like aged brandy. “You can call me Avril.” She tipped her champagne flute to him in a toast then sipped. “But as your father said, tonight is a celebration so no discussions of work.” However, that was probably the only safe subject considering the directions her thoughts were taking her. She’d been half in love with Ian for four years. Revealing that now would have her looking for a new job and she was just getting used to her executive office.

Ian hitched a hip against the conference table. His olive-toned suit coat parted giving her a glimpse of his muscular linen-covered chest. He sipped his champagne and his Adam’s apple bobbed. “I like that idea.” He gave her one of those smiles that warmed her and weakened her knees. A dimple creased his left cheek through his five-o’clock shadow. “We’re finally going to be able to get to know each other better.”

2009-03-04T08:15:00.001-07:00

March Coming-Like-A-Lion Contest

Is spring coming in like a lion or a lamb website scavenger hunt. Enter a drawing for a $50.00 online Gift Certificate to www.vibratorwarehouse.com/ (Adult Content- 18+)

To Enter:

Visit my website www.KyAnnWaters.com and find the image of either a lion or a lamb. (for a hint, visit the contest page on my website) Then visit the other 5 participating authors websites/blogs and find the image on their websites. Make a list of the websites and whether you found a lion or a lamb. Email your answers to eroticcontest@hotmail.com.

Contest runs from March 1st through March 31st. Winner will be drawn the first week of April.

Here is a list of Participating Authors

KyAnn Waters www.KyAnnWaters.com

Ann Campbell - www.anncampbell.webs.com

Helen Hardt -www.helensheroes.blogspot.com

Janna Lee Hayes www.jannaleehayes.com

Sara York www.sarayork.blogspot.com

Liza James www.LizaJamesAuthors.com

2009 EPPIE Finalist!
www.KyAnnWaters.com
WanderLust Coming May 5, 2009 to Samhain Publishing!

2008-12-10T15:18:00.000-07:00

It's a Hard Ride Home.

And it's finally here!
my first m/m erotic novel.
www.EllorasCave.com

After a seven-year absence, only a catastrophic event could bring Trace Tilton home to Farley Gulch — like his father having a heart attack. Once Bud's on the mend, Trace plans to leave the Triple T Ranch again. He's certain his gruff father will never accept his…lifestyle.

Triple T foreman Nash Stokes thinks Farley Gulch is the ideal place for a man to live a simple life — and keep his sexual preference a secret. A hot roll in the hay with his boss's gorgeous son is the last thing he expected.Before long, scorching passion and small-town rumor find both men taking a Hard Ride Home.

Excerpt:

What had possessed Trace to ask Nash to the bar?

If he tried, he could convince himself he'd made the invitation to provide a barrier between him, Colette and the rest of the town. He didn't want to rekindle past friendships. Maybe if he planned to stay, but realistically it wouldn't work. He enjoyed men, liked to work out at the gym with his friends, enjoyed a good meal at a nice restaurant. And if he went on a date and the night ended in bed, all the better.

Heading down the hall to his old room, he passed by the cracked-open bathroom door and froze. Steam clouded the mirror. Pipes rattled under the water pressure. There was no mistaking Nash on the other side of the glass shower door. His head tipped back, water and shampoo suds sluicing over his body.

Trace couldn't turn or walk away. Breathing became difficult. His heart hammered in his chest. The man was fucking gorgeous. Solid muscle, long legs with heavy thighs and dark whorls of hair on his pectorals. A thin ribbon of hair trailed down his stomach and surrounded a beautiful cock. Christ. Nash's balls hung heavy in a dark sac. He swallowed hard. Nash reached down and shut off the water.

Trace turned away and leaned against the hallway wall. He tried to quiet his labored breathing. But his heart raced and chills broke along his skin. Adrenaline pumped through his veins. The shower door opened and the creak of the towel rack gave Trace a perfect idea of what was happening on the other side of the wall.

The last thing he needed was for the rough cowboy to discover him with a hard-on in his pants. He quickly walked down the hall to his room.

Opening the door, he realized his hand shook.

Well, hell. Apparently, he didn't have a room anymore.

Trace glanced down the hall toward the bathroom. Nash stood a few feet away with a towel wrapped around his waist. Water dripped from his hair. Several strands clung to the bronzed skin of his neck.

"You moved into my old room?"

Nash approached. Trace liked the way the towel parted, teasing him with a glimpse of thigh. Black hair on his calves and shins also covered his upper legs. Trace liked manly men. Nothing feminine. He wanted aggression, testosterone and a big tool. Nash had it all in spades.

"Didn't know this was your room." Nash brushed past him and Trace caught a whiff of soap and male. He stopped just inside the room and turned to Trace. Their eyes locked.

A lump the size of a boulder lodged in Trace's throat. Normally he wasn't at a loss for words. Yet he stood at the threshold of his old room filled with Nash's belongings and tried to think of something to say—anything—because Nash waited there naked with the exception of the terrycloth towel. Clean-shaven, wet hair slicked back and his skin carrying a healthy flush from the hot water.

Awkward silence stretched between the two men. Trace couldn't help noticing the growing bulge behind the towel. Picking up guys in a gay bar or introductions made through friends didn't require a declaration of sexual preference. But shit if he could tell what rumbled around in Nash's head. Normal intuition failed. He wasn't getting the vibe. The one that expressed interest.

Yet, straight men didn't tend to make eye contact with other men when wearing a towel and sporting a boner.

"I'm getting dressed." Nash loosened the towel.

Trace forgot to breathe. His heart pounded and his cock jumped. Muscles in his ass clenched with need. Saliva filled his mouth with want of sucking Nash off. A muscle in his jaw jumped as he clenched his teeth—hard.

Nash's eyebrow rose in question. "Did you need something?"

Leave me a comment, tell me who you think sounds yummier, Trace or Nash, tell me your plans for the Holidays or tell me what you want for Christmas. Any comment will do. :)

KyAnn

2008-12-07T23:17:00.002-07:00

Post for Monday Dec, 8 Christmas Ride Blog Event!

Hang the Mistletoe and pucker up!

Mistletoe is also known as the golden bough and once held sacred by Celtic Druids and Norseman. The potent plant was once called Allheal and used in folk medicine and Native Americans used it for toothache, measles and dog bites. In Scandinavian antiquity it a peace plant. If enemies met by chance beneath it in a forest, they agreed on a truce until the next day.

5 days after the New Moon following winter solstice, Mistletoe was used by the Druid priesthood in a special ceremony. Mistletoe would be cut from a holy oak tree with a golden sickle and the branches caught before they hitting the ground. The branches were divided into many sprigs and given to people to hang over their doorways for protection a against thunder, lightning and other evils. Over the years, the magic of this plant has taken many forms such as placing a sprig in a baby's cradle to protect the infant from faeries. Or giving a sprig to the first cow calving after New Year to protect the herd.

But how did it come to mean a kiss?
Although many sources say that kissing under the mistletoe is an English custom, there's another explanation for its origin. In Norse mythology there is a story of a loving, if overprotective, mother.

Frigga was mother to the Norse god Balder, the best loved of all the gods. Frigga was the goddess of love and beauty and she loved her son. To ensure no harm would come to him, she went through the world securing promises from everything that sprang from the four elements--fire, water, air, and earth--that they would not harm her beloved Balder.
Leave it to Loki, a mischievous spirit, to find the loophole. Mistletoe and an arrow made from its wood. To make the prank even nastier, he took the arrow to Hoder, Balder's brother, who was blind. Guiding Holder's hand, Loki directed the arrow at Balder's heart, and Balder fell dead.
Frigga's tears became the mistletoe's white berries. In the version of the story with a happy ending, Balder is restored to life, and Frigga is so grateful that she reverses the murderous reputation of Mistletoe--making it a symbol of love and promising to bestow a kiss upon anyone who passes under it.

Information gleaned from numerous online searches for mistletoe lore.

Those who leave a comment today will be entered to receive a digital download. I’ll choose a winner for every 10 comments posted. 30 comments = 3 winners so spread the word about the Christmas Ride blog event. (see end of this blog post for choices of ebooks)

Your next stop on this Christmas Ride is Meagan Hatfield http://www.meaganhatfield.blogspot.com/

And if you’ve missed stops or have gotten lost along the way, here is where the ride has been spreading Christmas cheer. Collect the songs to enter the grand prize drawing. One lucky person will win a $75 Wild Rose Press gift certificate! All you need to do to enter is attend each day's blog post, identify the carol, and make a complete carol list to submit after the final blog post of Christmas Eve. Don't forget to check the list twice! Send it to Christmasrideblog@live.com by midnight, CST Dec. 31st 2008!

Here is the hint (lyrics) to my song choice for the grand prize. Good Luck in the contest.

Oh, you'll be my spring ahead, my fall behind
The shimmy on my hips oh when I, bump and grind
You'll be my Santa Boy, all dressed in red
And ride that little reindeer all through my head

Oh, ooh, here we go, oh yeah
This year I'm gonna take you home
This year I don't wanna be alone

Nov 29 PL Parker - http://plparker.blogspot.com/
Nov 30 Lynn Reynolds - http://lynnreynolds.blogspot.com/
Dec 1 WRP - http://thewildrosepress.blogspot.com/
Dec 2 Michele Hart - http://michelehart.blogspot.com/
Dec 3 2 today! - Teri Wilson - http://www.freewebs.com/teriwilson/terisblog.htm
Elaine Cantrell - http://www.elainepcantrell.blogspot.com/
Dec 4 Roni Adams - http://thewildrosepress.blogspot.com/
Dec 5 Stacy Dawn - http://www.stacydawn.blogspot.com/
Dec 6 Susanne Saville - http://myblog.susannesaville.com/
Dec 7 Beth Caudill http://bethcaudill.blogspot.com/

Today’s winners can choose from
Delicious Darkness,
Hot Blooded,
The Cougar Meets Her Master,
Eternal Rapture, or
All Lycan’s Eve
For non-erotic titles, winner could choose any title from Lisa Dawn MacDonald
Marion’s Train,
Secret Surrender,
Wild Fires,
Crashed

Please list your email address in your post or check back Tuesday morning for the winners.

2008-11-16T23:29:00.000-07:00

Is the old adage true? Life is not a romance novel . . . or is it?

From sweet stories about the first blush of love to those sultry stories that give you tummy tugs and make your squirm on your chair, romance stories inspire and titillate. Whether reading a great romantic suspense or a magical fantasy romance, you imagine yourself as the heroine and are carried away into the whimsy and imagination of the author. The hero is handsome, strong, intelligent and resourceful. If you’re reading one of my stories, he’s wielding an impressive weapon (and yes, I’m talking about that weapon) and his skills are unmatched. Now you have to wonder…where in the hell are all the real life heroes?

Reality—men are often in a hurry and thank god, because the kids want dinner and the laundry needs folded. And if you even think about a little midnight affection, be prepared to die because the alarm clock is going to scream at five a.m. and this heroine needs her beauty sleep!

I’ve heard some outrageous misconceptions, but I know why I write erotic romance. I love great sex! I love to read erotic romance because I love great sex!

I spoke to some friends who are avid readers and are happy that I write erotic romance because they love scorching heat between the pages.

I had one friend tell me that her husband is on blood pressure medication and although their marriage is good, reading my stories is the only sex she has at this point in her life.

And I was quite surprised when another friend informed me that she reads my books to her husband in bed and that it’s perfect foreplay to foreplay. (let’s just say I’ll be blushing the next time I have dinner at their house.) My next release, Hard Ride Home, is coming December 10th to Ellora’s Cave. The story is male/male erotic romance. I don’t think that one is going to have the same responses. But then you never know, because two weapons are better than one.

So are women truly looking for what they find in a book? Or are they just glad that there are authors out there willing to give them a taste of the possible? I’ve heard it said that sex can never be as good as it is in a romance novel…but I believe romance writers show readers that a romance novel is an erotic way to spice up your love life.

**first publised at www.simplyromancereviews.blogspot.com**

2008-11-11T14:38:00.000-07:00

It's the holiday season and in the spirit of giving, I'll be choosing random winners from my newsletter loop.
This is an announcement loop only. For your chance at winning some wonderful gifts of appreciation, please join at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/CharmingTheMuse

You don't have to do a thing. I'll be randomly drawing names from the membership of the loop. Gift certificates, downloads, print books, and "stuff"! Just a way to say thanks.

Happy Holidays
KyAnn

2008-10-31T15:33:00.000-06:00

Rough Justice is here!!

It is not Roxanne's night...but it soon will be.

Five miles from home, she runs out of gas. Unable to reach her best friend Jay on his cell, she calls local sheriff — and current object of lust — Ivan Soto. On the dark and deserted country road, Ivan shocks Roxie by forcing her to assume the position — against her car with her legs spread.

When Jay rushes to Roxie's to make sure she's made it home safely, he discovers her in the custody of Sheriff Soto, experiencing a little Rough Justice. Jay wants Roxie to have a good time, but if

Ivan wants to frisk her further, he'll have to learn to share.

To Purchase

What the reviewers are saying about Rough Justice.

5 Stars from Sensual e-catanetwork

"Rough Justice is an absolutely sensuous and brilliant story. There is conflict and miscommunication, plus drama, sensuality and passion. Everything needed for a fantastic read is there in the pages of this story...This is a must read story.

5 Cherries from Whipped Cream Reviews

"This story was so well written, and I enjoyed every word. I would have liked it to be a little longer, but only because I wasn't ready to say goodbye to these three yet, not because of any deficiency in the plot. Ms. Waters very happily brings this group of people together in a loving, sexy, rough-and-tumble, romantic way. This book is a must-read, and then a must-read again!"

Excerpt:

“Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.” The mechanical tone of the sheriff’s amplified voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“What?”

“Hands in the air!”

Roxie stared. “Is this a joke?” she yelled.

“Walk to the rear of your vehicle, face away from me, put your hands on your hot little sports car and spread your legs.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do it!”

She was under arrest! “Asshole,” she muttered. To think she was about to masturbate to the man in order to pass the time and instead he had her assuming the position. She strode to the rear of the car, put her hands above the bumper and spread her legs.

She heard the release of the handle as he opened the cruiser door. Gravel crunched under Sheriff Soto’s boots. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step of his approach. Her breathing became shallow.

He stopped behind her. “Normally I catch you hauling ass.”

“I swear your radar gun has it out for me.”

“Yeah, could be something like that. Also might have something to do with your car. Apparently it idles at eighty.”

She gave a snort and glanced over her shoulder. Sheriff Soto stood, his eyes locked on her ass. With the bright spotlight she imagined he could see right through her skirt. That was an arousing thought. A rush of liquid heat flowed through her veins and a flicker of awareness pulsed in her core. A familiar effect whenever the sheriff was around. “My car isn’t even running.” She hitched a hip and tapped the toe of her boot. “I called you for a ride.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “Do you want to give me a ride, Sheriff Soto?”

He closed the distance between them, standing close behind her. Hot breath fanned against her flesh. “Are you soliciting a police officer? Prostitution is a felony.”

Her pulse jumped. “No! I didn’t say anything about paying for a ride.”“I can haul your ass in for that.”

“And I could lodge a complaint for police harassment.” She straightened and flipped her hair. Her knees might be weak from his authoritarian presence, but she didn’t have to show it.

“Is that a threat?” His voice deepened.

“If you weren’t on duty, I’d ask if you were drunk.” She tried to turn but he leaned into her.

“Technically I’m off duty as soon as I deal with a woman stranded on the side of the road.”

“Deal with? I’ve always been nice to you.”

“Oh Roxanne…I can be nice too.”

“Then why are you giving me a hard time?”

“I’m not—yet.” He nudged the side of her boot with his. “Now spread your legs.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that one.”

He chuckled and she melted a little more. “As long as it’s the first time tonight.”

Oh hell, there was definitely a double meaning in that. She shivered from the press of his utility belt in her back. Everything about him was hard, including what she knew to be his cock and not his gun. The rush of blood to her pussy had her clenching in want. “I need a ride home.” Yeah, she needed a lot more than that. She shifted slightly, arched just enough to brush against him. He pressed closer and cradled his erection in the crack of her ass. “I ran out of gas.”

Ivan Soto had pulled her over for a speeding violation for the first time six months prior. Since then, he’d given her four tickets for speeding and more warnings than she could count. On each occasion she’d flirted shamelessly. But Sheriff Soto had always remained professional. He’d played along a bit but had never once crossed the line of professionalism. Had he given her more of an indication he was interested, she would’ve made a move weeks ago. Her panties had been wet for the hot cop since their first encounter.

Sheriff Soto’s hands trailed over the silky smooth material of her miniskirt. “I’ll need to search you for weapons before I can allow you into my vehicle.” His lips feathered against the shell of her ear. “How badly do you need a ride?”

2008-09-27T22:25:00.000-06:00

So I try not to be a complainer, but OMG, I'm going insane. For two years my left eye had become an increasing problem. It was dry, would burn, well, it started affecting how much time I could spend on the computer. so you know then it's time to do something about it. When I'd look in the mirror, my eye would be very bloodshot in the corner, then there was this small "something" for lack of a better word. sort of looked like a small blister near my iris.

Went to the family doctor, he sent me to the specialist, and last Friday I had surgery to have it removed.

holy shit, they told me it would be painful. that isn't really the problem although it's no picnic. It's that I can't see, it itches or it hurts. I never should have googled then watched the procedure on You tube. lol but the good thing is, is that the pterygium has been removed and they grafted a good piece of eyeball to the area.

Probably more than you wanted to know. one thing I have discovered is that a lot of people have this problem. So far the surgery hasn't been fun, but TWO, yes TWO! months from now when my eyeball is healed I won't have the irritated left eye.

Now I've taken to saying Arrg a lot since one eye is always closed. My husband just calls me popeye.

now you all know why I've been inactive on my blog and loops.

KyAnn

2008-09-25T12:51:00.000-06:00

It's Here!!

With or Without You by KyAnn Waters

available today from Samhain Publishing!

To Purchase

Blurb:

The best mistake she ever made…
Tessa Brooks is dated. Not dated as in going out with men—having dinner and light conversation in poorly lit restaurants in hopes of finding someone with whom she can get naked. No, Tessa is dated. And the year she seems stuck in is 1988. The year her life changed.
With her twenty-year high school reunion coming up, Tessa’s daughter has surprised her with a makeover on the Jade Star television talk show. However, that’s not the only surprise. Enter Matt Toler, the best mistake she ever made. Tessa might not feel a ribbon of panic tightening around her neck if Matt had spoken to her again after their one-night sexual encounter…and if knew he had a daughter.

Excerpt:

The audience applauded. Colored strobes and flashing lights pulsed over the stage. With or Without You by U2 piped through the sound system. Tessa was transported back to prom night, 1988, and her heart skipped a beat. Brianna didn’t…wouldn’t…couldn’t… Oh God, if she did…

“Are you ready for your second clue?” Jade crooned.

Tessa didn’t need another clue. Only two men had been with her the night that song played. Please, please, please, she privately prayed. Be bachelor number one. Stan Yarrow owned and operated the local pharmacy back home. She and Stan had been friends and he’d taken her to the prom, but the real dance hadn’t taken place until much later…with bachelor number two…Matt Toler.

She swiveled around, eyes darting about searching for a face she’d prayed she’d never see again but also lingered in her thoughts more than she cared to admit. How could he not? They’d shared an incredible night…one stupid, irresponsible, romantic encounter that had changed her life.

Bright lights flashed above the audience.

Jade stood next to Tessa. “Here is your second clue.”

The voice that had haunted her dreams for the last twenty years blended with the music. Just as he sounded in 1988, Matt Toler said hello. Oh crap, it was him! He was here…somewhere. She glanced around the stage, over the audience, to the ceiling where the detached voice echoed.

Suddenly her skin grew clammy. Her attention shifted to Brianna. What in the hell had they told him to get him to come on the show? Did he remember her too? She might not feel this ribbon of panic tightening around her neck if Matt Toler had known her before April 23, 1988…or had ever spoken to her one single time after Sunday, April 24.

~.~

Matt stood on the other side of a silk screen. He couldn’t believe he actually agreed to come on a daytime television show to rekindle a romance with a high school sweetheart. The muted melody from the theme song of his senior prom blended with ohs and ahs from the studio audience.

He’d received the call a week ago. The producer from the Jade Star daytime talk show told him someone from his high school days wanted to reconnect. They hadn’t been specific, but the message had been clear. The show was reuniting lost lovers.

Matt had dated girls, but there had only been one who would call a daytime talk show for a second chance hook-up.

Heather Krump. Cheerleader, class vice president, she’d dated him off and on for most of their senior year. They’d had some crazy times. Then he’d left for college right after high school and she’d become a cheerleader for a professional basketball team back East.

The stage tech snapped his fingers and pointed to the side entrance leading to the studio set.
More applause sounded. His stomach tightened. Lately he’d lacked excitement in his life. This wasn’t exactly what he had in mind when seeking adventure, but who was he to balk at opportunity knocking? He and Heather had history…mostly good history.

He couldn’t wait to see what she looked like now. In high school she’d been lean muscle, long dark hair, and had an enticing ass that molded to his palms. He took a deep breath and settled the flash of sexual awareness heating his blood. The last thing he needed was to walk across the stage with a blatant erection.

His hands formed fists at his sides. Tension pulled at his forehead. He relaxed his face into a smile, unclenched his hands and walked into the bright lights.
Confusion crept into his mind. He vaguely recognized the woman on the stage and there was something familiar in the younger woman with her. The younger woman smiled wide with straight white teeth glinting under the bright stage lights. He couldn’t say the same thing for the older woman. Her mouth narrowed into a thin-lipped line. Her eyes widened when she looked at him.

Oh hell, she was clearly not Heather. This woman had blonde hair that moved softly around her shoulders when she looked from him to the woman at her side. Subtle makeup, incredible figure, he supposed it could be Heather. He didn’t remember Heather being so petite, but hell, twenty years could dull anyone’s memory.

Finally the hum of voices around him drilled through the confusion. He turned to Jade Star.

“Matt, are you surprised?” Jade put her arm around the older woman.

Uneasiness squirmed around in his gut. How could he pluck the name out of Jade and not look like he’d forgotten the woman? Not the woman, he was sure he knew her from high school. But what was her name? Perhaps if he wasn’t a bit jetlagged and hadn’t just completed a heavy week at the hospital, he could remember. Doctors tended to have great memories. Two years could pass and he remembered a patient’s name, but come on, twenty years? He wished Jade would put him out of his misery rather than continuing to stand there and stare at him as if he’d grown a third eye and uni-brow.

Hell. He’d done it often enough, he’d bullshit his way through. Opening his arms, he smiled big and bright for the host, the television audience, millions of viewers at home and the almost-stranger in front of him. Then he pulled the blonde woman into his arms and gave her a hug.

Interesting, he felt her breath catch. Beneath the silk of her dress she trembled. Not intending a lustful embrace, but with his hands sliding against the smooth feminine contours of her back, detailing her ribs, he pulled her a bit tighter.

She responded. The audience erupted in cheers and applause.

“I’m sorry.” Her lips brushed the shell of his ear when she whispered.

Chills broke across his skin at the seductive tone to her voice. She could make millions as a phone sex provider. Two little words had his cock hardening and images of this hug taking place with less clothing. Male lust, sure, but he didn’t consider himself a letch. He worked with nurses, had female patients. Imagining a woman naked thirty seconds after he met her was definitely off-par for him. In fact, he could really only remember one other time when lust had sucker-punched him in the gut.

Tessa Brooks.

2008-09-03T18:40:00.000-06:00

Tarah Scott's BLOCKBUSTER TWO WEEK EVENT with internationally renowned Clairvoyant Advisor, Melissa Alvarez on Monday through Friday of August 28 through September 11, Melissa will answer a SINGLE QUESTION reading per day to one lucky winner.

Visit Tarah's blog for all the details and a taste of the party
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2008-08-20T12:43:00.000-06:00

I'm done with edits and have a release date. Oct. 17, 2008. So here is a tasty little sample of Rough Justice.

excerpt:
“Step out of the vehicle with your hands in the air.” The mechanical tone of the sheriff’s amplified voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“What?”

“Hands in the air!”

Roxie stared. “Is this a joke?” she yelled.

“Walk to the rear of your vehicle, face away from me, put your hands on your hot little sports car and spread your legs.”

“Are you serious?”

“Do it!”

She was under arrest! “Asshole,” she muttered. To think she was about to masturbate to the man in order to pass the time and instead he had her assuming the position. She strode to the rear of the car, put her hands above the bumper and spread her legs.

She heard the release of the handle as he opened the cruiser door. Gravel crunched under Sheriff Soto’s boots. Her heart hammered against her ribs with each step of his approach. Her breathing became shallow.

He stopped behind her. “Normally, I catch you hauling ass.”

“I swear your radar gun has it out for me.”

“Yeah, could be something like that. Also might have something to do with your car. Apparently it idles at eighty.”

She gave a snort and glanced over her shoulder. Sheriff Soto stood, his eyes locked on her ass. With the bright spotlight she imagined he could see right through her skirt. That was an arousing thought. A rush of liquid heat flowed through her veins and a flicker of awareness pulsed in her core. A familiar effect whenever the sheriff was around. “My car isn’t even running.” She hitched a hip and tapped the toe of her boot. “I called you for a ride.” She glanced over her shoulder again. “Do you want to give me a ride, Sheriff Soto?”

He closed the distance between them, standing close behind her. Hot breath fanned against her flesh. “Are you soliciting a police officer? Prostitution is a felony.”

Her pulse jumped. “No! I didn’t say anything about paying for a ride.”

“I can haul your ass in for that.”

“And I could lodge a complaint for police harassment.” She straightened and flipped her hair. Her knees might be weak from his authoritarian presence, but she didn’t have to show it.

“Is that a threat?” His voice deepened.

“If you weren’t on duty, I’d ask if you were drunk.” She tried to turn but he leaned into her.

“Technically I’m off duty as soon as I deal with a woman stranded on the side of the road.”

“Deal with? I’ve always been nice to you.”

“Oh Roxanne…I can be nice too.”

“Then why are you giving me a hard time?”

“I’m not—yet.” He nudged the side of her boot with his. “Now spread your legs.”

“Not the first time I’ve heard that one.”

He chuckled and she melted a little more. “As long as it’s the first time tonight.”

Coming Oct. 17!

2008-08-09T17:18:00.000-06:00

Woo Hoo! I have my new cover for Rough Justice.

Here is the blurb

Rough Justice
Blurb
EROTICAIt is not Roxanne Savage's night...but it will be.

Five miles from home, in the middle of nowhere, she runs out of gas. Unable to reach her best friend, Jay Turpin, on his cell, she calls local sheriff-and current object of lust-Ivan Soto.For six months Ivan and Roxie have been playing a game of cat and mouse. Coming to her rescue on a deserted country road, Ivan finally has Roxie right where he wants her-assuming the position up against her car, with her legs spread.

When Jay rushes to Roxie's to make sure she's made it home safely, he discovers her in the custody of Sheriff Soto, experiencing a little Rough Justice. Jay loves to see Roxie having a good time, but if Ivan wants to frisk her further, he'll have to learn to share.

2008-08-01T07:19:00.000-06:00

Yay, it's August. I want to thank the other hosts of the Christmas in July Blog event. It was a blast.

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Don't forget to stop by my website and enter the Dog Days of Summer contest and All month long you can have two chances to win erotic romance titles from the Wilder Roses and a 75.00 Gift Certificate grand prize from Frederick's of Hollywood. www.WilderRoses.blogspot.com and www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses

I'm not normally an every day (sometimes not even once a month :0) blogger but this month has changed me. Stop by, I promise random giveaways and plenty of hot stories coming soon.

KyAnn

2008-07-31T06:32:00.000-06:00

I can't believe this is the last day. (see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

I know there won't be daily give-a-ways after today, but please stop by now and again and check in. =)

I found out last night that my sixth story with Ellora's Cave has been accepted by my editor. It still needs final approval. (more to come once I get the final okay)

Don't forget about the daily give-a-ways on the Wilder Roses blog and loop starting tomorrow. and my Dog Days of Summer contest begins tomorrow.

If you'd like to join my newsletter loop and get an email post whenever I have a new release, (which reminds me I need to post tomorrow :) ) You can find me at
www.groups.yahoo.com/group/CharmingTheMuse

If you haven't won a prize this month and you've been posting, email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com (excluded anyone whose first post is today)

I'm taking my boys to the waterpark today, but will be on later to post some excerpts.

So thank you for the fabulous month.
Today-- Tell me where you go to get away. I don't get away. When I need "alone time" my husband takes the kids out and leaves me the house. Alone time for me happens like right now. everyone is alseep, the house is quiet, and I'm taking a few moments to blog. Winner today will receive choice of PDF or bookthong.

2008-07-30T06:44:00.000-06:00

Same prize today as yesterday. (see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner.)

Good Morning,

Today I wanted to let you know about next month's contest on my website along with 11 other authors. The Dog Days of Summer.

Dog Days Of Summer Contest
Begins August 1st!
Is the August heat and price of gas keeping you indoors? Never fear. The DOG DAYS OF SUMMER contest has romantic and inspiring prizes to help you beat the heat. Just find the picture of a dog (excluding any book covers) on mine and the following websites to be in the running for prizes from 10 romance authors. To enter, visit each author's website, find the picture of a dog, and note that website page on a list that you will send to happyendings07@aol.com. Submit your answers by midnight CST, August 30th, 2008 to enter.
Participating Authors
KyAnn Waters, Anna K Lanier, Skhye Moncrief, Sky Purington, Anh Leod, Aithne Jarretta, Bess McBride, Donna Micheals, Michele Hart, Dayana Knight, Alisha Paige, Connie Racha

Well I finished edits on Rough Justice. YAY. Here is the blurb
It is not Roxanne Savage’s night…but it will be.

Five miles from home, in the middle of nowhere, she runs out of gas. Unable to reach her best friend, Jay Turpin, on his cell, she calls local sheriff—and current object of lust—Ivan Soto.

For six months Ivan and Roxie have been playing a game of cat and mouse. Coming to her rescue on a deserted country road, Ivan finally has Roxie right where he wants her—assuming the position up against her car, with her legs spread.

When Jay rushes to Roxie’s to make sure she’s made it home safely, he discovers her in the custody of Sheriff Soto, experiencing a little Rough Justice. Jay loves to see Roxie having a good time, but if Ivan wants to frisk her further, he’ll have to learn to share.

So my question for today--
Do you have any secret weapons for getting out a speeding ticket? Have you ever flirted to get out of a ticket? I was able to get out of a ticket, but not by flirting. I was about 8 months pregnant and as big as a house. I'd had a decaf latte. I told the cop that I couldn't wear my seal belt or I'd throw up. (which was true) I was only going a couple of blocks, and he kindly said, hope you feel better. I swear he only had sympathy because I barely fit behind the wheel. lol

2008-07-29T07:08:00.000-06:00

These last couple of days, my prize will be winners choice. A download of your choice or a semi precious stones beaded book thong.

Today I just wanted to tell you about the upcoming promotion from the Wilder Roses.

During July the Christmas in July hosts have given away dozens of PDFs. Now you have a chance for another month of prizes.

It's Hot in August in the Garden.

If you love Erotic Romance, join the authors of the Wilder Roses for

31 Sultry Scarlet Nights!

31 days of scorching hot downloads from Scarlet Rose - the erotic romance line of The Wild Rose Press.

Each day stop by the Wilder Roses blog and post a comment on the day's topic. A winner will be drawn each night to receive a digital title from the Scarlet Rose catalog. http://www.wilderroses.blogspot.com/

For a second chance to win, stop by The Wilder Roses Yahoo loop. Each night a winner will be drawn from those who posted during the day. www.groups.yahoo.com/group/thewilderroses

There will also be a grand prize at the end of the month. For everyone who participated throughout the month, you will be entered into a drawing for a Frederick's of Hollywood Gift Certificate! It's easy to enter for the daily give-a-ways and the grand prize. Your participation will automatically enter you.

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More information will be available August 1 on the website.

~*~

My Question today -- what is your favorite time of year?

2008-07-28T07:33:00.000-06:00

Good morning everyone, only a few days left for the Christmas in July event.

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Today I'll be giving away a gift certificate to The Wild Rose Press.

this weekend I got stuck watching the Halmark channel. the Love Comes Softly saga was on and I found myself watching one after another and not getting much of anything else done. Confession two- I love the Little House on the Prairie series. And Anne of Green Gables. Oh hello- I'm sharing my dirty little secrets. lol

I balance it with a love for action/adventure. Like the Bourne Movies and X-Men Movies.

so for my question.
If you could travel back in time, which era would you visit and why?

2008-07-27T06:21:00.000-06:00

After Dark in the Ellora's Cave Jewels of the Nile Cavemen Anthology Vol II.

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner.)

After Dark has been by far the most challenging piece I've ever written. I can remember calling my critique partner, asking her to listen to me ramble, so that she could summarize what I said. Working on the DNA of breeding vampires was like doing long division in my head. (and math is not my thing) By the time I'd get one aspect figured out, it would create a whole other set of complications. For instance, if these vampires breed, what would happen when they feed? Part of the intrigue with a vampire is the changing of a human into vampire. In romance fiction we take liberties with werewolves, time travel, vampires, and such. I know I want to put my own spin on my paranormal. But at the same time if a writer deviates too far from the expected, they risk ruining the character. A vampire needs to bite and feed. A werewolf needs to shift-It's what we, as readers, love about werewolves.

After Dark is a nightclub, only it's also the vampires' feeding grounds. My vampire hero is Native American in this story.

Blurb: Kayla March has never reached orgasm...not even with a vibrator. However, she has the feeling that could all change when she meets Alandro Blackwood at the club After Dark.

Few vampires can breed. Alandro carries the unique recessive gene. His blood match, believed to have been killed by a vampire slayer, has been found. Unless her dormant vampire gene had already been awakened by a breeder, why would she go to After Dark, the feeding grounds? He'd soon find out.

Winner today will receive the Ellora's Cave 2008 playing card deck.

My question today -- What's the one thing you're most neurotic about? My list I'm sad to say, is endless. My husband is a good chap, because while I'm controlling just about everything in the house, he's happy to let me do it. I do understand that I have a problem letting go of certain things, and I'll ask him if he's okay with my decisions. He says he likes being married to me and so yep, it's all good. However, when someone asks him if he's read my books, his reply is also "no, because he likes being married to me." Then he'll look at me and say Sorry, baby, I don't read that stuff. Sheesh, if he only knew what he was missing. :)

2008-07-26T07:38:00.000-06:00

Winner's choice today. Pick anything from my backlist. Lisa or KyAnn (excluding the EC Cavemen. I need to find out if I can offer that as a prize since I'd be giving away 5 other author's stories)

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

The Perfect kisses

Butterfly Kiss - Brush your eyelashes against your lover.

Cheek Kiss - The perfect way to say I like you. With your hands on your partner's shoulders, gently brush your lips across her cheek.

Earlobe Kiss - Gently sip and suck the earlobe.

Eskimo Kiss - touching and rubbing noses

Melting hot Kiss - Kiss your partner with a small piece of ice melting on your tongue.

French Kiss - Mouth, lips and...tongue. mmmm.

Hickey Kiss - also know as the get your ass kicked kiss. lol

Lip Sucking Kiss - When kissing gently suck on your lover's lower lip.

Quickie Kiss - When you're in a rush. Often the nose gets it rather than the lips.

Good morning kiss - Gentle kiss your lover's face, until finally brushing his mouth with yours.

tomorrow we can chat about the best places to kiss ;)

Where is the sexiest place you've ever been kissed? When I used to live in Redondo Beach, I can remember long walks on the beach with my husband. The sound of the surf crashing into the spongy shore. Kisses where I could taste the salt and sea on his lips. the air was chilled just enough that his hands were warm on my arms. It was nice.

Now he gives me a peck on the way out the door. :)

2008-07-25T07:03:00.000-06:00

Good Morning,

I've been sleeping in, but this morning it's time to get back on my schedule. Today I'm giving away Rogue's Challange by Jo Barrett.

Blurb: He made a vow to fetch the woman back through time. 'Twas a task not taken lightly. But he had not predicted her stubbornness or her beauty. The petite woman with the tenacity of a mule may just find a way into his roguish heart.

This book is at the top of my to-be-read pile. Once again I want to thank Jo for her contribution to my blog event. visit her at http://www.jobarrett.net/.

Also a congratulations to Kealie for my bonus website prize. Bella is sitting next to me now and Bentley is curled up on the couch.

Now I'm off to make coffee. I have appointments this morning, then do a bit of cleaning. Hopefully I'm going to write this afternoon. My life is pretty much a formula. I told my boys if they didn't give me today to clean, I'm taking two weeks of electronic priviledges. no TV or video games. well, you can guess how that went over. lol

so to everyone else with a challenge ahead of them today...good luck. I know all need it.

So for my question. Do you care if the sex between a h/h comes right away in a story or do you prefer a strong sexual tension and buildup? Or do you get frustrated when your thoughts turn to "Do it already?" because the author is dragging out the inevitable. I write erotic romance so you know you won't wait long in one of my stories. lol But I read a wide variety. I admit to getting a bit impatient.

2008-07-24T09:26:00.000-06:00

Beaded book thong.

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Good morning everyone,
sorry I'm late with my post. truthfully I have no idea what to blog about. lol. Last night I was listening to Matchbox 20 and working on Rough Justice. There is something totally sexy about Rob Thomas' voice. I think I could fall in love with a good voice. Love those smoky bedroom eyes and of course strong body.

but back to music. I also have to put on good sing along country to clean the house. And when I exercise I have to blast music and turn the turbo fan on high.

Do you use music to get you in the mood...for anything and have an new favorites I can check out?

2008-07-23T08:33:00.000-06:00

Cowboys, cowboys, cowboys.

I took my boys to the rodeo last night. we had an absolute blast. I remember when Pierce was about 4, (he's 8 now) he was standing on the bleachers next to me so he could see over the crowd. The music started, the gate was pulled and the largest white bull you'd ever seen came storming from the shoot. Pierce nearly falls over, grabs my hair, releases a gasp of surprise, and says "Look Mom! Rhinos!" well, everyone around us exploded with laughter. It was a good time.

Last night was just great fun at the end of the show they had the flying aces motorcycle daredevils. Last week Pierce wanted to drive in the demolition derby, this week it is bronc riding or one of the daredevils.

I on the other hand couldn't stop the buckle bunny and cowboy stories from flitting through my mind. But I need to stay focused on my WIP. well, multiple works in progress. lol

Anyway today I am giving away perfume.

Post a comment - who's hotter--a slim hipped, rugged, cowboy wearing jeans, boots and a Stetson or a business man in a suit with a briefcase?

Personally I like a hard working, rugged guy who can clean up nice. :) I suppose that's why I write romance. I want it all! :)

2008-07-22T08:37:00.000-06:00

It's here!

With or Without You by KyAnn Waters coming to Samhain Publishing Sept. 23rd!

So what makes a book cover for you? Hot hero, scenerie, do you care? And do you ever buy a book based on the cover? How important is the cover? If a cover was aweful, would you skim past the book or would you still read the blurb to see if it's something you'd like to read? I admit, if the cover doesn't hook me I'm likely to keep browsing. I don't want to read every blurb. I want the cover to convey the tone and content of the story. I'm happy with all of my covers except Marion's Train. While I think the cover is lovely, it doesn't fit my dark haired, exotic, soiled dove from my book. Marion is a firecracker and the woman on my cover looks regal.

So winner today gets Hot Blooded and a bonus prize for going to my website www.KyAnnWaters.com and emailing me (don't post it here otherwise you give away the answer :)) at kyannwaters@hotmail.com and since we're talking about a picture telling a story. tell me the names of my dogs.

2008-07-21T09:03:00.000-06:00

Oh Yum! Impulsive Pleasures by KyAnn Waters

(see yesterday's comments for yesterday's winner)

Blurb: Jamie's daughter is getting married and now Jamie has to endure a weekend with her ex-husband and his new wife, the home-wrecking trollop. Jamie can be nice…yeah right. The asshole doesn't deserve nice. However, Jamie's bitterness just might be sweetened when young and sexy best man Mark Bentley arrives for the rehearsal dinner. Oh Yum! He might prove to be just the distraction Jamie needs. And if the ex has a problem with it…good.

Only Mark isn't interested in a little flirtation with the mother of the bride. He'd like the cougar to scratch her nails down his back. Will she invite him into her bed…or will he have to fuck her on the floor?

I'm so excited. Last night I received edits for Rough Justice, coming soon to Ellora's Cave. I've also submitted a new story to my editor this week so keep your fingers crossed.

With or Without You is coming to Samhain Publishing Sept. 23. Edits are done and I'm just waiting for approval on my cover then I can post. It is absolutely beautiful and sexy as hell.

Today I'll work on edits then tonight spend some time with my WIP. It's raining in Utah. Good day for coffee and a good book.

Enjoy your week. I'm going to post excerpts of Impulsive Pleasures in the comments. They are explicit.

Today, tell me anything.

2008-07-20T07:50:00.000-06:00

The Pickle my Little Friend by Evan Trevane & Shawn Casey.

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Blurb: The eighth victim in the Bicycle Chain murders is found dead on his living room floor grasping a paper bag containing a pickle.Detective Jack Carter is working on the biggest murder case of his life. Which means, the last thing he needs is to find out that the one woman he has feelings for might be involved in the murders. Vicky Peik knows things?and one of those things is that her boss, Detective Jack Carter, is in over his head. Vicky has stayed a step ahead of Jack in her private investigation. Only problem is, despite her ability to sense the killer, he has managed to stay a step ahead of her. Something's wrong, and it's closer to home than Jack can imagine. Can Vicky find the killer before things go too far, and Jack can't get out?

You are in for a treat if you win this story!

Last night I took my boys out to my mom's for their cousin's birthday party. Grandma has a pool making summers fun. So I'm sitting on a deck chair with my 8 year old. And grandpa asks him where his dad is. Pierce informs him his dad had to go to the cops. so my whole family gasps and says oh my god what happened. At this point I start to laugh. I happily say nothing is wrong. He's gone to a concert...the Police.

This is also the child who informed me that Jesus Christ was named after a swear word, yep I'm busted on that one. lol

Do you have any fun kid's say the funnest things stories?

2008-07-19T08:28:00.000-06:00

Sacrificial Hearts by Skhye Moncrief

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Blurb:
Alone, Twila Deeds tries to find her lost brother and stumbles upon a cult she believes is preparing to sacrifice her in a Valentines-Day sex ritual. She learns her brother has joined the cult and claims to be saving her by bringing her into the fold. She can't trust her brat brother, a selfish teen who never did anything for anyone. Nor dare she trust the cult's gorgeous member who arrives to escort her to the cult's Scottish castle on his motorcycle. She has no intention of falling victim to the sacrificial blade before her baby brother is served his just dessert. But Illusion manifests as free will. (1st Point of Time Travel)

Gerard Abercrombie can't seem to convince Twila that his time-travel brotherhood has only her welfare in mind before his patience wears thin. Time-travel Code will save him because only the fairies know what the future holds as the Gods send two SACRIFICIAL HEARTS racing toward their destiny.

Skhye is an amazing writer and good friend. She is also participating in the 31 Days of Christmas in July so don't forget to visit her blog.

And to see other amazing stories visit her at http://www.skhyemoncrief.com/

My question for you today -- is there any genre you won't read?

2008-07-18T07:23:00.000-06:00

Yay, the weekend is here. My family thinks we don't have plans. I do. The dreaded basement. Toys, laundry, clutter and crap. it just needs cleaned. As I was thinking about my blog this morning and deciding what to write and give-away, I looked at the titles I have yet to showcase. My husband is Scottish and I started to chuckle when I thought how he'd feel about his Highlander's Challenge--the basement. So thanks again to Jo for donating to my 31 Days of Christmas in July.

Visit Jo at www.JoBarrett.net

Blurb:Amelia Tucker, or Tuck as she prefers to be called, latest personal bodyguard assignment turns into one she'll never forget, thanks to a crazed kidnapper, one enchanted fountain, and a sixteenth century Highland Warrior determined to keep her under lock and key. Who will win this battle of wills?

So is there a challenge in your weekend?

2008-07-17T06:29:00.000-06:00

Crashed by Lisa Dawn MacDonald

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner.)

Last night I took my boys and my neice to the amusement park. We don't usually go at night but it was fun to go because all the rides have lights. Anyway I will be dragging butt today.

Today I'm going to give away a copy of Crashed by Lisa Dawn MacDonald.

Blurb: Mars is angry and Mercury is retrograde. However Venus has Jessie French's back.She's crashed into Andrew Jordan's car and now she's crashing into his life.

**Excerpt**

Whew! Thankfully, Reliable Red hadn’t sustained a fatal blow. The damage blended with the chipped paint and rusted dents she’d acquired over the years.
She turned, glanced at the other vehicle, and groaned. Oh, her insurance rates were bound to take a hit, no doubt about it. She’d placed a lovely dent in the bumper of a fine BMW. Said bumper was barely attached to one end of the car. The other end rested on the street. A bit more damage than a typical fender-bender, but, hopefully, easily repaired.
Oh, perfect. The man she’d hit already had the officer’s rapt attention.
Nervous perspiration dampened the band of her bra. Squinting against the early morning sun, she pushed her sunglasses up her nose. No way would a smile get her out of this one. It shouldn’t have to. The damn light was yellow!
So much for not being late for the first day on the job. And she’d almost made it, too. Only two blocks from the office building, and she had to be behind the only man who didn’t know to hit the gas, and not the brakes, on yellow.
The man pointed to the light, pointed to the cars, and finally pointed at her as she approached. Good grief, it was a simple little fender-bender. If he could afford a BMW, he should be able to afford a dent.
“Excuse me,” Jessie interrupted. Oh my, the man was tall. She’d never been considered petite, yet she had to crane her neck to look into his face. The breadth of his shoulders blotted out the sun. Sandy blond hair and green eyes to swim in. Jessie marveled at the intense impact his physical appearance had on her tummy. Her heart jumped from an apprehensive beat to a fluttering tempo. Perhaps she should have checked her relationship forecast instead of her financial.
Her gaze traveled from his broad shoulders, stiff with tension, down the muscular chest that tapered to a trim waist. She swallowed hard. Thick thighs were encased in black Dockers. Those heart flutters drifted lower and morphed into a sexual twitch between her legs. She licked her upper lip. Nice package. She didn’t know what he did to afford a BMW, but the man wore working casual like a male model.

5 Hearts from the Romance Studio

"This is a great short story; it is a well-written, fast paced, fun story that really works. Jessie and Andrew are both fun, interesting characters, that the reader will thoroughly enjoy meeting. Ms. MacDonald has written a definite keeper."

Question today--

If you read a book that overall was pretty good, but a few aspects bothered you, does it ruin the story for you?

For example, recently I read a story where the hero is hot, loves the heroine, they overcame obstacles, but he did one of my pet peeves, he said things that he couldn't take back. Such as accused her of infidelity yet he took her virginity.

2008-07-16T06:33:00.000-06:00

Duty Bound by Jo Barrett

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

It's early in the morning, the kids are sleeping and I'm blogging before I go workout with the neighbor. It's peaceful. I've got my coffee, the glow of the computer in the darkened room. And it just feels like the start of a great day.

Hope your day will be a good one. Have anything fun planned?

Today I'm giving away Duty Bound by Jo Barrett.

Blurb: Duty bound to protect and serve, Deputy Sheriff Michael McAllister is faced with the decision of whether or not he should turn Danielle Porter over to the authorities, or take her in his arms and never let go. His past taught him well the importance of abiding by the law, but when damning evidence points unfailingly to Danny, he isn’t so sure he can imprison the one woman who holds his heart.

Visit Jo at http://www.jobarrrett.net/. She has an amazing collection of published works and I can't thank her enough for contributing titles to my Christmas in July event. I know everyone participating would rather have books. =)

2008-07-15T06:02:00.000-06:00

Wrong Number, Right Man give-a-way today.

(check yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

I lost my cell phone last month. It's been hell. phone numbers gone, convenience gone. But I hate Sprint. so when my service is up in Sept I'm going to be shopping for a new plan. However, I needed a replacement phone till then. since Sprint's phones are so expensive, I went to the local dealer and bought a used one to get me through. UGH! no caller ID, the damn thing won't hold a charge, can't hear on it. it's broken my cell phone habit that's for sure. Any way that's my misery this week so I suppose I don't have anything to truly bitch about. =)

So today I'm giving away Darah Lace's Wrong Number, Right Man.

I absolutely LOOOOve this book. Hopefully Darah will stop by today and say hello.

Blurb: After too much wine, Lori Duncan calls her ex and initiates phone sex to prove him wrong--she's not boring and predictable. Jack Hartwell answers his roommate's phone and goes along with his sexy next door neighbor's game until he realizes her fantasy includes him and not his roommate. Was her slip of tongue intentional or just part of the game?

***

excerpt:
"Are you alone?"
The soft whisper rasped through the cell phone, but Jack Hartwell recognized his best friend's voice and figured what Lori really wanted to know was whether his roommate had left yet. "It's just me."
"What are you doing?"
Her hushed tone triggered his guilt. Adam had dumped her the week before, and she'd been hiding in her apartment next door, dodging Jack's attempts to check on her. He'd been the one to set them up and soon realized his mistake. He hated that she'd been hurt, but he was glad they'd broken up and was biding his time until she healed before he made his own move.
Hoping that time had come, he settled into the black leather recliner she helped him pick out almost a year ago and muted the volume on the television. "Watching the game."
"What are you wearing?"

***

Hopefully, Darah will come by and give us a longer tease.

***

So for my questions today

do you love a little phone tease and if you do . . .

what cell phone provider do you use and do you like them? (lol I'm shopping)

or better, is there a provider I should avoid?

2008-07-14T08:22:00.000-06:00

The Pendulum [The Legacy Of The Celtic Brooch 1]

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Today's winner will recieve Tarah Scott's The Pendulum.

Blurb: Can a woman bring an earl to justice for the murder of her sister?Lady Airin Keith will not rest until Lord Jason Bothwell is tried and convicted for the murder of his young wife. An unexpected marriage proposal brings an opportunity to prove Bothwell's guilt, but the knight who appears with her great grandmother's lost brooch threatens to interfere with Airin's brand of justice when he demands the agreed payment of marriage. A classic tale of murder, deceit and fraud that can be exposed only once the pendulum stops.

Excerpt:
She backed up a step. "W-what are you doing here?"

He stopped before her.

"Do you not have business elsewhere?" She winced at the squeak in her voice.

"Aye," he replied distractedly.

"What sort of business?"

Deryll reached behind her and lifted her braid over her shoulder. "The kind that does not concern you."

"What sort of business does not concern me? Sir Gewain is--"

Deryll's head snapped up. "Nothing I cannot handle," he finished.

The heat in her cheeks spread through her belly as, his gaze glued to hers, he lifted the end of her braid to his nose and breathed deeply. Airin's heart pounded against her chest. Hands, calloused and brown from years in the sun, held the braid as if it were a fragile flower. He breathed deeply again, as though to inhale her very essence.

"Is there any battle you can not handle?" she asked.

Deryll shifted his gaze to her face. "I am a man, Airin. No man is invincible."
Her girlhood hero was invincible. The hero who always saved his lady from all harm, who knew when to bestow a kiss, and never pressed her into an uncomfortable situation. This man was anything but those things.

Deryll's gaze dropped to her mouth. Would he kiss her?

* * *

Tarah writes medieval Scottish historicals. My favorite to read. Do you have a favorite period in history that consitantly draws you in?

2008-07-13T06:43:00.000-06:00

Giving away All Lycan's Eve from Ellora's Cave

(see yesterday's post for yesterday's winner)

Today's Prize is All Lycan's Eve.

For all reviews - click here

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews - All Lycan's Eve was a mouth watering, honey churning novella by KyAnn Waters.

A- The Good the Bad and the Ugly - "Who doesn't love an alpha of a man who knows how to love and satisfy a woman? Especially a man who can transform into a wolf and take his mate with all the animal he has inside? I sure as hell do. And KyAnn Waters sure knows how to write one. Halloween night will never be the same again."

Blurb:

A misdirected email invitation to a Halloween party is an opportunity for Callie Jones to shed her inhibitions and become a liberated woman looking for a night of wild, hot sex. Kean Phelan, alpha male, expected a night of fun and fornication for himself and the males of his pack. A full moon brings out the animal for a night of rutting, which is why he's invited escorts to entertain. What happens when Kean realizes Callie isn't one of his escorts...but his mate? Can he protect her, fight for her, and ultimately claim her once the pack discovers an outsider amongst them? Will Callie accept Kean and take her place as his mate?

Today's question - Have you ever crashed a party?

(my excerpt in the comments today will be erotic romance with highly graphic descriptions)

2008-07-12T06:20:00.000-06:00

Hot Blooded by KyAnn Waters $1.50
To purchase

(see yesterday's comments for yesterday's winner)

It's going to be Hot in Utah today and I thought I'd share a bit about my newest release with The Wilder Roses.

Blurb: It’s hot as hell in Southern California, and Kelis LeBrun is having a bitch of a time keeping his focus and his fangs off the delicious looking Ms. Loni Soleil. Perhaps if it weren’t so bloody hot, he’d be able to stave off the hunger pangs. But the only way to do that is hot, sweaty sex…something he’d swore he’d never have with Loni. He couldn’t let her know he was a 300 year old vampire.
However, when they become trapped on an elevator during a rolling blackout Kelis discovers Loni has a few secrets of her own.

Reviews:
5 Blue Ribbons - The Romance Junkies
"KyAnn Waters never fails to thrill me with her storylines and the warmhearted way she presents each and every hero and heroine she brings to life through her writing."

4.5 Cherries Whipped Cream Reviews
"The one thing I look for in a vampire romance is a good bite scene and Kyann Waters knows how to deliver the goods. "Hot Blooded" is sensual, seductive and contains a surprise at the end that simply made me smile in delight.... I believe Ms. Waters to be a master--or is that a mistress?--story teller. In "Hot Blooded", she has taken the stereotypical vampire romance and turned it on its ear, presenting readers with a fresh and novel ending sure to please and amaze.Ms. Waters knows the proper way to write a vampire bite for full sexual impact, how to save a tortured hero and how to give a reader a refreshing, exciting and unique HEA. It’s all wrapped up in a short story aimed at the best of what vampire romances are known for -- a happily ever after you can sink your teeth into.

Today's winner will receive a table top cardboard cutout of Will Turner!

I also have a free read - Twisted Sex and Happenstance - available at The Wilder Roses. To Download

LOL I forgot to say, today post a hello, tell me your favorite book, it doesn't matter. It's the weekend. and yesterday was a long day and today I just want to relax.

2008-07-11T08:06:00.000-06:00

Congratulations to Jane for winning Secret Surrender. Email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com

Wild Fires released today!!

Blurb:Sam Knight works behind a desk for the Forest Service, but dreams of digging trenches and battling the flames of a raging wildfire. The Montana forest is withering under the relentless summer sun, and reinforcements are needed in the field. Sam finally has the opportunity to put her degree to use and she's determined to do the job. However…

Mitch Carter, the fire boss, doesn't believe the wisp of a woman, who hasn't seen action anywhere but the supply depot, can do the job. Hell, her equipment pack weighs more than she does. He'd give her one chance before sending her back to Missoula. She's more likely to be a distraction. It would be best for him and his teams to have her out of his little house that serves as headquarters for the

remote camp of forest firefighters. Shouldn't take more than a couple days.

Mitch knows how to fight fires, but can he control the intense flames of desire Samantha incites before they become out-of-control Wild Fires?

Let's Party! Tell me a must have characteristic for a hot hero.

2008-07-10T09:27:00.000-06:00

10th day of Christmas in July

Congratulations to Karen on winning the EC card deck. email me at kyannwaters@hotmail.com

Today I'm giving away a copy of the first book I published. Secret Surrender.
Blurb:
Widowed mother of three children, Vivian Ashton is in love with her best friend. He'd held her hand throughout the painful process of losing her husband. The children love him. The problem, it's Uncle Trevor.
Business entrepreneur, Trevor Ashton never wanted the responsibility of marriage, and kids. Lucky for him he has two nephews and a niece. The problem, since his brother's death, he'd stopped thinking of their mother as his sister-in-law.
Loving Trevor could tear her family apart, yet could also be the bond to hold them together.

Today, I'd just like to know your favorite genre to read?

I've written every genre. My published titles include:
KyAnn titles
All Lycan's Eve - erotic, werewolf (paranormal)
After Dark - erotic, vampire (paranormal)
Impulsive Pleasures - erotic (contemporary)
Eternal Rapture - erotic, immortals (paranormal)
Hot Blooded - erotic, vampire (paranormal)
The Cougar Meets Her Master - erotic (contemporary)
Delicious Darkness - erotic, dimention shifting (paranormal)
Twisted Sex and Happenstance - free read - (contemporary)
Rough Justice - erotic (contemporary menage coming soon to EC)
With or Without You - erotic (contemporary coming soon to Samhain)

Lisa Titles
Secret Surrender - contemporary
Marion's Train - western historical
Crashed - contemporary
Wild Fires - contemporary - coming this Friday to The Wild Rose Press

2008-07-09T06:47:00.000-06:00

Congratulations to Eva S for winning Game On by Liza James. Please email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com.

Thank you to everyone for continuing to play in my 31 days of Christmas in July blog event.

It's going to be another scorcher here in Utah again today. Yesterday at the waterpark I got a little too much sun, so today I'm staying in the house with the AC on and relaxing. hopefully I'll get a little writing done. Perhaps tonight with dh, I'll sit on the porch and sip a mojito.

El Draque, otherwise known as the Mojito.

Francis Drake and his horde of swashbuckling, pirates have been credited with creating the perfect cure for summertime heat. They’d tried to sack Havana and instead mixed my favorite drink.

How to mix the perfect Mojito according to Dallas, the vampire bartender from After Dark. The story is available in Ellora’s Cavemen Jewels of the Nile Volume II. http://www.ellorascave.com/.

First, you’ll need a tall, thin glass. I prefer mine frosted. With a mortar and pestle, crush sprigs of mint with sugar and lemon juice. Next drizzle the mixture into the glass and filled the glass with ice. Next you’ll need rum, I prefer Bacardi. If you’re talented, toss it into the air and catch it upside down over the ice. Top off the amber liquid with club soda. Finally, add a slice of lemon and another sprig of mint.

Enjoy.

Today I'll be giving away a deck of the Ellora's Cave covers carddeck.

Just tell me your favorite drink?

(I enjoy a mojito, but I love my Diet Pepsi)

After Dark is available now in the Ellora's Cavemen Vol II.

Kayla March has never reached orgasm...not even with a vibrator. However, she has the feeling that could all change when she meets Alandro Blackwood at the club After Dark.

2008-07-08T05:56:00.000-06:00

Congratulations to Kimberly B. email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com. You win Jo Barrett's Hearts in the Dark.

Today I have a special guest- erotic romance author Liza James.

Liza and I are sisters of sizzle over at Erotic Cravings - where you go to feed the hunger. http://groups.yahoo.com/group/eroticcravings

Liza has several tempting treats out there, but today she is giving away a copy of one of my favorites, Game On.

This is a story that makes you cheer for the heroine and lust after the heroes. Yep, you get two delectable hotties in Game on.

Liza - I know you have a new very hot and sexy free read at http://www.thewilderroses.com/. Can you tell us a little about Mischief in the Garage?

Game On is a super sexy story. Have you ever done a little conspiring to get something you wanted? (this doesn't have to be kinky ;) )

You have 5 erotic stories avalable now with two different publishers.

Do you have a favorite?

Is there a hero from one of your stories you wish you could take home and keep for yourself?

And will you share a couple of excerpts by posting them in a comment? I thought Game On was a sexy fun read. I also truly enjoyed Branded. Tummy tugs, perfect hero, strong heroine.

Winner today will be randomly drawn from everyone who participates.

UPDATE - Excerpts are in the comments! Woo hoo thanks Liza!

2008-07-07T07:25:00.000-06:00

Good Morning everyone.

It's Monday and after the long holiday weekend I'm dragging my butt to get going. I started a new story last night. I shut down the computer and headed to bed, but couldn't sleep. So I got back up and started writing again. Now I'm tired, but oh the lack of sleep is worth it. so this morning I'm going to take you through a simple meditation to help you balance for the upcoming week.

A simple Chakra meditation.

Sit or lie on your back. Start at your crown chakra, the top of your head. Imagine the pressure and stress of your day washing away.

Surround yourself with white light.

Draw your focus lower, to the third eye charka centered over the forehead. Once open will bring awareness to time, light and intuition.

Swallow. Relax the muscles in your face. Focus calming energy to the throat chakra, the center for communication.

Take a deep breath. Exhale. Allow your arms to hang limp at your sides. Focus on your chest, the heart chakra. Love, balance and harmony.

Spiritual and physical energy is centered in the solar plexus chakra. Deep breath. Slowly exhale. Release tension.

Imagine white light surrounding you. Focus your thoughts on the sacral chakra, the heart of your sexuality. Imagine calm, soothing warmth.

Finally, allow all tension to leave your body through the root charka. Strengthen your spiritual power, yet ground yourself so that you can focus and achieve your goals. Allow your body to become heavy, relaxed, open to the flow of energy through the chakras.

Deep inhale. Exhale.

In Delicious Darkness, Audra uses meditation and the power of the chakras to battle the bounty hunters. Can she save a fugitive from a dark dimension with her white light? Delicious Darkness by KyAnn Waters. Available at http://www.thewilderroses.com/

What do you like to do to relax?

the winner today one will receive Hearts in the Dark by Jo Barrett. visit Jo at http://jobarrett.net/

Blurb: Scarred from a terrible car accident, Tommi Wood hides her face from the world, while Marcus Ranger, the town giant, hides his enormous body and rough visage in a greenhouse full of orchids. When these two lonely souls find one another beneath a nighttime sky, will their newfound love survive in the bright light of day?

2008-07-06T23:52:00.000-06:00

Hi everyone,

Eternal Rapture winner is Dena
and
The Cougar Meets Her Master is Pamela T.

Please email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com and I'll send you the digital copy of the books.

Thanks
KyAnn

2008-07-06T08:42:00.000-06:00

This past week I did a week long promotion. I had to write short essays. So I am going to repost here on my blog.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas…
And it will probably be your money. Now I’m not the best person to ask for advice regarding battle in the casino pits. I had a lucky turn on the roulette wheel once, then lost it twenty minutes later at the blackjack table. Blame it on the greyhounds, and I’m not talking about the dog races. (For those who aren’t familiar, a greyhound is vodka and grapefruit juice.)
But here are the tidbits of advice I’ve received for gaming hell.

Blackjack- Never play dealer rules, and always hit on a twelve.

Now in craps, the advice was to pass or don’t pass and come or don’t come. But

I don’t play craps…and in my erotic world a woman…err…player should always come!

Should we talk slots? My advice, these are a good option after your third greyhound.

Video poker, the upside to this game is that you don’t risk losing your clothes, just your money.

In the Cougar Meets Her Master, available at http://www.thewilderroses.com/, Colt challenges Taylor. A night of sex decided on the turn of a card. Taylor knows one thing, the house always wins…or does it?

Do you gamble or play poker for Cherrios?

Winner today will receive a PDF of The Cougar Meets Her Master

4 Stars - Romantic Times Book Reviews

5 Blue Ribbons Romance Junkies

4 Kisses Two Lips Reviews

4.5 Cherries Whipped Cream Reviews

5 Pixies Dark Angel Reviews

(all reviews can be read on my website. http://www.kyannwaters.com/)

2008-07-05T21:56:00.000-06:00

Hot Blooded is up for review of the week. Winner receives a week long free promotion.
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/WC/recentrev.htm
Voting is only today (Sat) and tomorrow (Sun). If you can, pop over and vote for Hot Blooded. I'd really appreciate the vote. Don't forget to read the review. It's fabulous. ;)
thanks

Here are the 4th of July Winners! I'm exhausted tonight but I'll start getting prizes sent out it the morning.

Zulmara - PDF of Marion’s Train

Drea - Genuine bead and semi-precious gemstone (quartz crystal, rose quartz, amethyst, etc) book thong

windycindy - Mesmerize Perfume

Jane - Rose Pin and fun stuff (pen, bookmarks, etc)

Tessa - PDF of e-Valentine by Jo Barrett

Estella - Genuine bead and semi-precious gemstone (quartz crystal, rose quartz, amethyst, etc) book thong

Michelle - Print copy of Marion’s Train

Kimberly B. - 3.00 Gift Certificate to The Wild Rose Press

Ruth C. - PDF of Marion’s Train

2008-07-05T08:56:00.000-06:00

Good Morning,

Thank you to those who shared part of their holiday with me by stopping by my blog. Everyone who posted yesterday is a winner! I'll put the list up in a bit on what everyone will receive. I need everyone who posted yesterday to email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com. I usually go find the email addy of the winner, but with so many, it would be a great favor to me if you would email me. thanks

Last night we had a blast at the demolition derby. I think my 8 year old sees a future career. lol. I've suspect my 10 year old is military bound. Although I'm sure at this age all little boys love GI Joe.

I've always loved to write. Started my first romance novel when I was in my early twenties, but didn't decide to attempt to become a publisher author until Jan of 2006. From there it's been a wild ride.

I signed an agent in April 2006 and my first contract for an e-publisher about the same time. I recently parted ways with my agent, but I have contracted/released stories with e-publishers. So yes, I am happy with my chosen career.

Do you remember what you wanted to be when you grew up?

Today's winner will receive Eternal Rapture.

(if you don't read erotic romance, I have a substitution for you)

Long ago on the shore of the Sea of the Arabah five brothers were born... all immortal. To defend their destiny they must protect their eternal love.

Selene Farrell wasn't herself...or was she? Since arriving at Anthony Mager's remote castle to appraise ancient emeralds she's been thrown back and forth in an erotic history lesson. In each memory the man of the castle, kissed, inflamed... bloody well fucked the life out of her. Her drenched panties couldn't take another orgasm-real or imagined.

However, she's also remembered her death. How is that possible? And will discovering the truth once again put her life in danger?

Available at Ellora's Cave!

2008-07-04T08:15:00.000-06:00

Congratulations to Jane for winning yesterday. Jane, I don't know how to get a hold of you. Please email me at Kyannwaters@hotmail.com so I can send you your PDF.

Happy 4th of July.

Today I just wanted to say how thankful I am to have my health, my family, a home to love them in, and the means to provide for them. I have a wonderful husband and we'll celebrate 15 years married. He's supportive of my dreams...even when writing takes time away from him and the kids.

We're spending some of today home watching movies like Transformers, Independance Day, and X-Men. Tonight it's the demolition derby and fireworks.

For those in the states, have a great and safe holiday. For others, have a great start to the weekend.

Today, tell me if you have any fun plans for the holiday or the weekend in general. Today's prize is a signed print copy of Marion's Train.

5 Hearts from the Romance Studio

I can promise you laughs, I can promise you tears, and I can promise that you will not be bored when you read this delightful novel! Ms. MacDonald has done an incredible job of writing a near-perfect story and she has won a place on my (and many others, I would imagine) keeper shelf! ....

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews

Marion's Train is a wonderfully written tale that brings on laughter, and entertainment. It is a genuine story, with great believability, that surrounds a huge range of characters.

Marion's Train

Blurb: Life in 1880 Montana is ripe with opportunity for a gal who works on her back. And Marion Young likes her job, so when handsome, yet reserved Joseph Spenser, nicknamed Train, spends his savings to buy her services for one week, she's surprised when he doesn't want to climb aboard.Train isn't interested in being one of Marion's many patrons. He intends to convince her to marry him. Since he's wagered his money, why not bet it all? If he can withstand her charms, she'll marry him in one week giving up her profession. But if Marion is victorious, Train must give up talk about their future and give her a wild ride on his impressive locomotive.

http://www.lisadawnmacdonald.com/

(for those who don't know, this is the name I write under for my traditional romance =) )

2008-07-03T06:40:00.000-06:00

Congratulation to Rhonda for winning yesterday.

The first of June and we were still getting snow in Utah. well, that's over. today it's going to be 101 and tomorrow 103. My yard is suffering. At the first of the season, my excuse had been, it's too cold, I'll get to it when it warms up. then I missed the "warmed up" time and now my excuse is it's too hot. my dh wants to strangle me. he's threatening to rip out my flowerbeds and put down rocks.

the truth is, I hate yardwork. if there is an excuse I can use to put it off for another day, oh yeah, I'll use it. I didn't clean out the flowerbeds last fall, and I haven't cleaned them out this spring. it'll be fall and if I'm lucky we'll get early snow and I won't have to clean them out then either.

Maybe i should just concede to my husband and get the rocks.

ere anything you procrastinate doing to the point it doesn't get done?

Today the prize is When A Rose Blooms by Tarah Scott. (because at my house, if a rose blooms, it's lucky the overgrowing weeds didn't kill it =)) My thanks and appreciation to Tarah for participating on my blog event and also being part of the Christmas in July event. You can check out Tarah at http://tarahscott.com/

When A Rose Blooms by Tarah Scott

Blurb: On the fifth year anniversary of Margaret Moncreiffe's death, her husband Nathaniel kneels at her grave, asking the questions he fears were answered the night she died of a mysterious fever. As the evening progresses, however, a flesh and blood woman enters the battlefield he has created around his heart, forcing him to choose between life among the living, or life with nothing but memories of the dead.

2008-07-02T07:08:00.000-06:00

Congratulations to Danette for winning Delicious Darkness yesterday.

Today I'm giving away Multi-published author Jo Barrett's Chaste Kiss. My thanks and appreciation to Jo for participating in my blog event. You can check out Jo at http://www.jobarrett.net/

Blurb: Lord William Ashenhurst is cursed to walk the earth, forced to observe and never know the touch of a living being, until he meets Isabel Derrington. They dare to love, bridging the gap between this world and the next.

My first kiss was in elementary school. His name was Eddy. I ran home crying and told me dad. My first real kiss was 7th grade. I did not go crying home that time. lol but had my first boyfriend.

Do you remember your first kiss?

KyAnn

2008-07-01T07:05:00.000-06:00

Welcome to the Christmas in July blog event. Tuesday is amusement/waterpark day for me. I take my two boys to the local fun spot. Today I'm packing the cooler and going to the waterpark.

Today my winner will receive a digital PDF download of Delicious Darkness.

Reviews

A Recommended Read - Dark Angels Reviews

5 Angels- Fallen Angel Reviews

5 Roses - Sensual Reads and Reviews

5 Flutes - Cocktail Reviews

4.5 Cherries - Whipped Cream Reviews

4.5 Blue Ribbons - Romance Junkies Reviews

To Win - Just introduce yourself and tell me your favorite summertime activity.

2008-06-26T19:37:00.000-06:00

EC Jewels of the Nile Cavemen Anthology Vol II is here! in both e book and Print.

My story is After Dark.

Here is the blurb

Kayla March has never reached orgasm...not even with a vibrator. However, she has the feeling that could all change when she meets Alandro Blackwood at the club After Dark.

To Purchase

excerpt: “Haven’t you ever wanted to walk into a bar, pick out the hottest guy in the place, take him home and fuck his brains out?” Kayla March sat across from her best friend Nita at the local brewhouse, Coffee Grounds. She sipped a latte with an extra shot. Caffeine equated to energy and she needed a jolt.

“Absolutely not,” Nita said.

“Well, I have and tonight I intend to make it happen.”

Yesterday, the final divorce papers arrived in the mail. Kayla was single again after seven years of marriage.

“I’m glad my grandma isn’t around to see this day. She loved Tom.” Kayla fingered the bloodstone ankh pendant around her neck. She’d found it in her grandmother’s belongings next to a picture of her deceased mother. An ankh symbolized eternal life. Knowing that, wearing the pendant gave her comfort. She hadn’t taken it off since.

“She’s the reason you married him,” Nita said. “I loved your grandma, too. She was a sweet lady, but she controlled your life.”

“She wanted what she thought was best for me.” Kayla sighed, and then shrugged away the gloominess. When Grandma died Kayla had lost the only family she had left. “Maybe that’s why I stayed with Tom for so long. I knew the marriage was a mistake five minutes after the ceremony.” It hadn’t taken Kayla long to realize Tom saw marriage as a shortcut to financial independence with Grandma’s money. More than that, Grandma had ensured that even after her death, Tom controlled the money because Grandma had declared him executor of her will.

Oh, he’d been proud to have her on his arm in public, but once the door closed she existed in a private hell of indifference. Tom had never been abusive, but inflicted deep wounds nonetheless. And, although they’d had sex occasionally early in the marriage he’d never given her an orgasm. No one had given her an orgasm. Apparently, that was her fault as well. Determination swelled within to prove she wasn’t frigid, she wasn’t a cold-hearted bitch, and she was indeed sexy, intelligent and desirable.

Kayla wanted to experience passion, hot as hell, and without consequence. And

she told Nita so. “Does that make me a slut?” She twirled a lock of her shoulder-length hair around her finger.

Nita snorted. “No, but maybe slightly desperate.”

“Desperate I can live with.” She pulled a napkin from the dispenser. “I heard about this new club called After Dark. I want to check it out. I have this feeling about the place.” She touched the pendant again. Whenever she thought of the club, the bloodstone in the center of the ankh warmed her skin. It had to be a sign.

2008-06-18T08:37:00.000-06:00

Okay, I admit, I read the Viagra emails that come into my inbox. with the program I use, I don't have to actually open the email, but the first few line of text are visible.

Some of my personal favorite colorful descriptors of a cock.

Be proud of your fuckstick

Get your corn really big!

It's time to GROW up big boy!
and

Get your love muscle bigger and faster.

lol

2008-06-03T10:13:00.000-06:00

Eternal Rapture is out!

Book One in the Ancient Awakening series

Long ago on the shore of the Sea of the Arabah five brothers were born…all immortal. To defend their destiny they must protect their eternal love.

Selene Farrell wasn't herself…or was she? Since arriving at Anthony Mager's remote castle to appraise ancient emeralds, she's been thrown back and forth in an erotic history lesson. In each memory, the man of the castle kissed, inflamed…bloody well fucked the life out of her. Her drenched panties couldn't take another orgasm — real or imagined.

However, she's also remembered her death. How is that possible? And will discovering the truth once again put her life in danger?

to purchase

excerpt

“I’ve never seen such exquisite examples of emeralds from the Ptolemy Dynasty.” Selene Ferrell adjusted her glasses. “You have an impressive collection.”

Anthony Mager leaned against the wall of his office, cloaked in shadow, and quietly watched. The still air around him pulsed with anticipation. The woman had her dark hair pulled into a conservative knot at the nape of her neck. And if she was whom he believed her to be, there was a highly sexual woman simmering beneath her reserved outward appearance.

She hummed a soft tune and shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Anthony relished the sight of her trim hips and rounded backside. She had a small waist and narrow shoulders. The faint scent of her perfume drifted on the air—he closed his eyes long enough to deeply inhale—he could also detect the essence of her feminine musk. His heart pounded. “I’m glad you’re impressed.”

She leaned forward for a closer look at the stones displayed on black velvet on the desk. “Well, yes, when I received your letter I couldn’t resist your invitation to this castle.” She glanced around the dark-paneled room, masculine elegance with leather furniture and lived-in comfort. “And the chance to examine Cleopatra’s emeralds,” she grinned, “was simply too tempting. I should tell you that I hadn’t really believed they were genuine.”

“I assure you, the pieces did belong to Cleopatra.”

“Were they part of the 1817 find in northern Etbai?”

The answer to her question was no, but she wasn’t ready to hear the reason why these emeralds had never been documented. If all went as planned, within a few hours she wouldn’t need his explanation. She would remember.

He didn’t need the appraisal. The emerald pieces were genuine artifacts from Cleopatra VII’s emerald mines. Commissioning Selene to appraise the emeralds had been an easy guise to lure her to the castle. His heart rate jumped. Even now, watching her at his desk, he could scarcely believe his soul mate at last sat before him. As he’d followed her through eternity, weaving in and out of many shared lifetimes, she had been the only salvation in his immortal life. And now she was here, in his castle for the weekend…for another lifetime.

Selene selected a ring with an oval stone in the center. She twisted it in the light, scratched some findings on a sheet of paper, then numbered and photographed the piece with her compact digital camera. None of her efforts were necessary because Anthony would never part with the stones regardless of their value.

Selene set her camera to the side and picked up the long tubular artifact. “This is beautiful.” The piece was ten inches in length and had a nearly three-inch diameter. A rounded, natural emerald capped the top. The stones along the sides were polished until smooth, yet the emeralds shone with a brilliant green in the sunlight streaming through the window. “I believe the base is made from bone.”

“Yes,” he replied. The piece she held in her hand was one he had given to Cleopatra on a warm spring night. The memory returned in vivid detail.

He lived as Mark Antony then, and had found his eternal love in Cleopatra VII.

2008-06-01T05:30:00.000-06:00

I've sold to Samhain Publishing. With or Without You has a home!

2008-05-20T21:23:00.000-06:00

Yay, I have a cover for Eternal Rapture.

He's SEXY! What do you think?

2008-05-02T07:07:00.000-06:00

Impulsive Pleasures is available now at Ellora's Cave

Jamie's daughter is getting married and now Jamie has to endure a weekend with her ex-husband and his new wife, the home-wrecking trollop. Jamie can be nice…yeah right. The asshole doesn't deserve nice. However, Jamie's bitterness just might be sweetened when young and sexy best man Mark Bentley arrives for the rehearsal dinner. Oh Yum! He might prove to be just the distraction Jamie needs. And if the ex has a problem with it…good.

Only Mark isn't interested in a little flirtation with the mother of the bride. He'd like the cougar to scratch her nails down his back. Will she invite him into her bed…or will he have to fuck her on the floor?

5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews
"Although May-December romances are often trite and boring, Impulsive Pleasures most definitely isn’t! Jamie is a woman still bearing the scars from her divorce and only with Mark’s attention does she truly begin to move past that pain."

2008-04-25T13:15:00.000-06:00

Beth is my blogspot Impulsive Pleasures winner. Please email me at KyAnnWaters@hotmail.com

thanks!

2008-04-24T07:34:00.000-06:00

May 1st Impulsive Pleasures will be released from Ellora's Cave. In celebration I will be impulsive all week long...beginning today!

Today, leave me a blog comment on the most Impulsive thing you've done or the one Impulsive thing you didn't do and now regret.

I'll draw a name from those who have left a comment.

2008-04-18T07:13:00.000-06:00

Mother's Day Contest
It's that time of year where mothers are revered. Twelve authors are going the extra step to celebrate for our readers. All you need do to enter to be in the pot to win many fabulous prizes is to visit each of the 12 websites and locate the 12 bouquets of flowers left for entrants to find. We wanted you to at least get flowers for Mother's Day!
visit http://www.kyannwaters.com/ and click on my contest page.
thanks
KyAnn

2008-03-20T14:30:00.000-06:00

It is hard to find a joke today without a dirty word or two in it, but here is one:

Two tall trees, a birch and a beech, are growing in the woods. A small tree begins to grow between them, and the beech says to the birch, "Is that a son of a beech or a son of a birch?

The birch says he cannot tell.

Just then a woodpecker lands on the sapling.

The birch says, "Woodpecker, you are a tree expert. Can you tell if that is a son of a beech or a son of a birch?"

The woodpecker takes a taste of the small tree. He replies, "It is neither a son of a beech nor a son of a birch. It is, however, the best piece of ash I have ever put my pecker in."

Now wipe that smile off your face. And pass it on!

2008-03-04T20:23:00.000-07:00

Title: Black Dragon’s Blood
ISBN: 1- 60154 – 232 - 1
Author: Anita Philmar
Price: $4.50
At The Wilder Roses
http://www.thewildrosepress.com/wilderroses/index.php
Egg-cerpt:
She stood toe to toe with him, aware that his height gave the man a distinct advantage. His close proximity sent tingles of awareness racing over her skin. "But we’re not married."
"We soon will be." His hands settled around her waist.
Swallowing the wet need gathering on her tongue, she quickly tried to think of a way to work her way out of the current situation. "I don’t think you understand, William. I don’t want to marry you."
"You will."
His arrogant statement hit her in the gut. She had no recourse. The law wouldn’t protect her. After the last war, the government had granted men with dragon slayer ancestors any mate of their choosing, a prize for gaining the country its freedom. If he wanted her as his wife, she couldn’t turn him down. But she might be able to get him to rethink his plans.
"But why would you want to marry me?"

Have a great day of fun-loving sex.
Anita Philmar
http://www.anitaphilmar.com/

www.myspace.com/anitaphilmar
http://anitaphilmar.blogspot.com/

2008-02-05T06:47:00.000-07:00

Snow snow and more snow.

Pulling into my driveway is like shooting the deathstar! It seems like at least once a week we're getting slammed. Yesterday another foot fell. These pictures were taken before yesterday's storm. now the snow is taller than the fence line. and the slide is completely buried. We have a flat yard, but because we're having to pile the shoveled snow in one location, my kids are sliding with their sleds down the mound.

2008-01-12T09:20:00.000-07:00

Sharpen your claws the cougar is coming...literally....again and again....even if she doesn't want to.

Coming this Febuary - The Cougar Meets Her Master - http://www.wilderroses.com/

Taylor Davis is turning 40. Her high powered job leaves little room for romance outside of her high powered vibrator that sleeps under her pillow. No pillow talk allowed. And no complaints from her. The rabbit never quits before she's done, doesn't complicate her calendar, and Taylor doesn't have to concoct excuses to make it go home after orgasms.

Enter Colt Foster. Has the bitch of the Beau Monde Hotel and Casino met her match? The hot, young detective has his own rules...and expects Taylor to play by them. Can she say no when Colt slaps on the cuffs? Does she want to...will he let her?

2008-01-06T17:23:00.000-07:00

Okay New Year New Effort.
Blog or not to blog. Well Hell
I decided I do want to do something with the blog. I'm not sure anyone is reading it.
So I will start by saying that hard plastic is the great if you don't have neighbors living nearby. Damn things are noisy. But glass has real potential when you're with your partner. What is your opinion. The poll is on the right. Vote for your favorite and leave me a post with recommendations.

KyAnn

2007-12-10T11:05:00.000-07:00

I know I'm terrible about blogging. I wanted to say that my website has been updated with the new reviews for All Lycan's Eve and also for Delicious Darkness.

http://www.kyannwaters.com/

2007-12-01T22:46:00.000-07:00

The Cougar Meets Her Master

will be coming to the Wild Rose Press.

Taylor Davis is turning 40. A slave to her work, the most she makes time for is her high powered vibrator. At least her rabbit won't quit until she's done, doesn't complicate her calendar, and she doesn't have to think of an excuse to make it go home.

And then she meets Colt Foster. And suddenly the Bitch of the Beau Monde Hotel and Casino has met her match. Can she say no to the young Detective...would he even let her?

2007-11-15T14:42:00.000-07:00

Thank you Siren Publishing. Because of the selfless act of purchasing my contract out of bankruptcy hell, I am now able to say Johnny Loves Krissy is once again MINE!!!!!As of this morning, Siren Publishing is the proud owner of most of the Triskelion contracts. they bid on the contracts in bankruptcy court for the purpose of giving almost 100 authors back something that was wrongfully stolen, their intellectual property: their books.Several months ago I had to divorce myself from the entire mess because it was emotionally draining. Today is just as emotional because of the reconciliation. Thank you, thank you THANK YOU!!! to Siren Publishing. You have my sincerest gratitude.

KyAnn

2007-10-10T16:54:00.000-06:00

Delicious Darkness is Available now!

5 Angels for Fallen Angels Reviews
4 Hearts from the Romance Studio

3.00 to purchase go to the Wild Rose Press on line bookstore.
Direct buy link

http://www.thewildrosepress.com/

A fugitive from a dark dimension, Dorian Hunt seeks a total bonding. Like a vampire needs blood or a werewolf needs the moon, Dorian needs to anchor himself to a woman of white light in order to survive. Without the mating, within one lunar cycle his might and magic would cease to protect him.

Audra Quinn has always been afraid of the dark. As an empath, she knows when Dorian enters her small metaphysical bookstore, he is the man who can help her realize her true potential as a woman of white light.

Bounty hunters from his dimension are lurking in the shadows, waiting for their opportunity to capture him, dead or alive. Dorian knows he will be easier to manage dead. Will Dorian have the strength to defend, or does it take the magic of a woman of white light to annihilate the evil darkness?

2007-09-28T22:57:00.000-06:00

Good News

Edits are done and the cover art is fantastic. Delicious Darkness should be out for Halloween.

Available soon from the Wild Rose Press

Blurb:

A fugitive from a dark dimension, Dorian Hunt seeks a total bonding. Like a vampire needs blood or a werewolf needs the moon, Dorian needs to anchor himself to a woman of white light in order to survive. Without the mating, within one lunar cycle his might and magic would cease to protect him.

Audra Quinn has always been afraid of the dark. As an empath, she knows when Dorian enters her small metaphysical bookstore, that he is the man who can help her realize her true potential as a woman of white light.Bounty hunters from his dimension are lurking in the shadows waiting for their opportunity to capture him, dead or alive.

Dorian knows he will be easier to manage dead. Will Dorian have the strength to defend, or does it take the magic of a woman of white light to annihilate the evil darkness?

2007-09-03T15:22:00.000-06:00

Monday's hottie is Colin Farrell.

I'm a sucker for dark hair and dark eyes. And if the rumors are true regarding his impressive attributes, I don't see what isn't to love.

I think my favorite role was Bullseye in Daredevil.

I hope you are all enjoying your Labor Day festivities.

KyAnn

2007-08-10T19:27:00.000-06:00

Yeah!! My upcoming release from Ellora's Cave has a cover.

With those arms and that ass, I think the cover rawks.

Release date is Oct. 27, 2007.

Woo Hoo!!

2007-08-01T14:51:00.000-06:00

It's August and the Wilder Rose Press is having a month long celebration. Since I am now officially a Scarlet Rose author I wanted to do my part to help promote the line.

Join at
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/theWILDERrosepress

2007-07-20T06:19:00.000-06:00

Ellora's Cave will publish All Lycan's Eve on Oct. 27, 2007.

On a personal note,
Yesterday I took my kids to the dentist. No cavities. So I bought them candy as a reward. :)
Today I'm hanging out at home, hopefully to get a little writing done and then we're off to the rodeo.

KyAnn

2007-07-18T11:40:00.000-06:00

The Wild Rose Press will publish Delicious Darkness.

I am thrilled to see this short story in the garden. I have other titles with the Wild Rose Press published under my tradional Romance name, Lisa Dawn MacDonald.

The contract was offered last night. so It will be a few weeks before I have more information like a release date.

I'll keep you posted.

KyAnn