My Chat with Miles

Hello and welcome!

Be still my heart, today I have a sweetheart of a hunk, I’ve been dying to have … for a chat! * get your mind out of the gutter, girl !!! *

Check him out here. He is drool worthy I assure you, luckily Zoe warned me this time. Thank you sweetie! I am all set up with a bucket filled with ice I can crunch on 😉


Welcome! Welcome!

What is your full name?
Miles Julius Dumbrowski

Do you have a nickname?
Not really. I think it’s bad enough that my last name is Dumbrowski. Trick Novak and I sometimes get called the Polish Twins.

What is one word best describes you?

Describe what you are wearing now to our readers.
Cargo pants, white t-shirt, Doc Martens

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
For the most part. She saw the best of me, anyway.

What makes you laugh out loud?
Piper. My teammates–Vince Nash is fucking funny, he’s got this dry, deadpan delivery that just kills me.


What is your favourite dessert?
Ice cream sundae

What is your favourite drink?

What is your greatest fear?

What is your favourite colour?

What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Boxer briefs at home, t-shirt and shorts on top if I’m at work, my uniform if I’m in the field


What is the perfect romantic date?
Flowers at the door, dinner at a nice restaurant–must have a booth, night drive into the mountains or to the beach, then home–together

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?
Not at all

What’s your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
The ocean; smells like home, and it’s CLEAN–nobody tells you that war zones often smell like shit

When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
Curves. Dark hair. Flashing eyes.

Do you have somebody in your life now?

What is one word best describes her?

Is your book part of a series? What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
Yep! I’m the fourth guy to fall in love on our SEAL team (although Trick and Drew have moved, Trick to another team, Drew into happy retirement). I’m betting that Vince falls next… he’s getting out, probably going to find some nice small town girl to kiss his boo-boos and make them all better.

You are too funny, Miles! It was a delight having you here in my little corner of the blogging world. Piper is such a doll, I adore her, you two make a great couple.


Thanks for dropping by and I hope you enjoyed the chat.

Fall Deep-cover

Miles hails from “Fall Deep”, book 4 in the SEALs Undone series by Zoe York, which she shared with her newsletter subscribers, a chapter a week, I called it my ‘weekly Miles-fix’ 😀

Navy SEAL Miles Dumbrowski is on his way back to war. He isn’t supposed to fall in love.

Piper Harrington left San Diego behind, looking for adventure in Europe. The no-strings, easy-breezy kind of adventure.

Now her heart is headed to the Middle East with a man she won’t see for months. But Miles seems intent on proving he’s worth the wait for that second date.

The SEALs Undone Series:


To keep in contact with Ms. York, have a chat, (if you do, say hello from me 😉 ), see what comes next, here are the links:


Check out the other awesome series she writes

Wardham series

Her debut novel, What Once Was Perfect, started the popular Wardham series.

Pine Harbour-series

Love in a Small Town is the beginning of Pine Harbour series

Vikings in Space is a series on my TBR list


Her alter-ego, Ainsley Booth is a filthy romance writer by night, and is super grateful for caffeine, banana and blueberry muffins, and yoga pants. The Hate F*@K series is so hot, it will burn your e-reader!!! Check out what she is up to on Facebook, blog, newsletter!

To start you on your reading journey, Ms. York is giving away an exclusive-to-this-chat e-book bundle, which has “Fall Out”, “Fall Hard” and “Fall Away” to a lucky reader chosen by Sexy Mr. Random at 3pm EST on Monday, June 29th, 2015. GOOD LUCK!

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My chats with Charles and Logan

Hello and welcome!

Today I bring you not one, but two hunks who seduced me thoroughly and just like Margot I could not choose between them, so I didn’t 😉 met them at different times and different locations.

First up is the contemporary hunk.

Welcome! Welcome!

What is your full name?
Charles Lawrence McNeil.

Do you have a nickname?
Margot calls me Charlie.

What is one word best describes you?

Describe what you are wearing now to our readers.
Blue jeans, a starched, white long-sleeved shirt and a leather jacket.

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
Ms. Scott portrayed me quite well. We spoke often and I answered her questions openly and freely. She was a lot of fun.

What makes you laugh out loud?
Catching an intelligent woman off guard. It’s not easy to do.


What is your favourite dessert?
I’m rather boring. I love cranberry scones.
That is so not boring! Never had them, but they look rather delicious.

What is your favourite drink?
A good ale brewed on the Isle of Lewis by my Uncle Clyde at his pub McNeil’s.

What is your greatest fear?
My greatest fear is that I won’t be able to stop Margot from investigating her cousin’s death. Something is wrong there, and Margot won’t let it go.

What is your favourite colour?
Blue, the color of the sky—when we can see it past the clouds here on the Isle of Lewis.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?
No more than boxer briefs—and not even those, if I have company in bed.

What is the perfect romantic date?
I’m remembering an encounter on the beach where Margot and I… Well, we spent a most pleasant hour together. I believe that qualifies as the perfect romantic date.
I remember reading about that, I was fanning myself…

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?
No respectable SAS agent would own up to being ticklish.

What’s your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
My favorite smell is freshly baked scones. My grandmother made the best scones I’ve ever eaten. One of my favorite childhood memories is of waking to the smell of her scones in the oven.

When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
Her eyes. No man can truly know what a woman thinks, but he can see in her eyes what she’s made of.

Do you have somebody in your life now?
I do, a beautiful Mississippi Deputy Sheriff, Margot Saulnier.

What is one word best describes her?
Charles laughs Like me, she, too, is tenacious.
You can say that again, a few times I wanted to grab her hand to hold her back.

Is your book part of a series? What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
“Seduced” is not part of a series, though I do believe Tarah has planned other books that are similar.

Thank you so much for taking the time for a chat, Charles, I really enjoyed your story. Hugs to Margot and take care of each other.


Not over yet… remember, I promised two chats? Come run with me to Castle Morrison and let’s meet the other hunk. He is from the past.

Hello! Anybody there?

I feel, more than hear, him approach and I am getting goosebumps…

He scowls at me, but I know he means no harm, so I hurry on with my questions

What is your full name?
Logan Alexander Morrison

Do you have a nickname?
I have no nickname.

What is one word best describes you?

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Describe what you are wearing now to our readers.
A white lawn shirt, kilt, and boots.
I am really appreciating the view

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
She did. The lady is thorough.

What makes you laugh out loud?
Logan’s eyes darken It has been too long since I laughed, at least three hundred years. I canna’ remember what it is like.

What is your favourite dessert?

What is your favourite drink?

What is your greatest fear?
My greatest fear is that my brother will find the woman who can free him from our prison. And I fear that woman is Margot Saulnier.

What is your favourite colour?
Yellow, the color of the sun. But I havena’ seen it in over three hundred years.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Hush, lass. Have ye any notion of the danger in asking such a question here in Castle Morrison? Promise me ye will never repeat that question while anywhere on the Isle of Lewis.

What is the perfect romantic date? Romance?
Romance does no’ exist here in Castle Morrison. Caterine Bowers, the new owner of Castle Morrison, would have ye believe romance is behind the curse of Castle Morrison. But that’s a lie. It’s death. 

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?
I was ticklish on the soles of my feet when I was a lad. But that passed once I became a man.

What’s your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
The smell of the sea. The smell of rain after a storm. The smell of a woman… Ye asked for one. There are so many. I miss them all.

When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
Her eyes. And her laugh. You canna’ see her laugh, of course, but a woman’s laugh tells a man much about her.

Do you have somebody in your life now?
Nay. I can never again have someone in my life. The woman who has been visiting me, Margot, can never be anything to me.

What is one word best describes her?
Foolhardy. Nay, that isna’ completely fair. She does not understand the danger here at Castle Morrison. That is what frightens me.

Is your book part of a series? What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
Nay. Seduced is no’ part of a series. Be glad for that, lass. Otherwise, more women would die.

Thank you for your time Logan, I really loved reading your story especially the good ending. I was happy you found love and peace.


And there you have it. Thanks for dropping by and I hope you enjoyed both chats.


Charles and Logan both hail from “Seduced” by Tarah Scott. Previously published under the title “Labyrinth”

It’s a Mississippi Deputy Sheriff’s duty to bring a serial killer to justice…even when he’s a three hundred year old Scottish lord. It’s an SAS agent’s duty to save her. With each passing day, Lord Colin Morrison grows more furious…and more desperate. In three hundred years, not one of the women who shared his bed broke the spell that imprisoned him in Castle Morrison. Margot Saulnier is different. She can save him. All she has to do is give in to her desire for him. Then die.

Deputy Sheriff Margot Saulnier knows her best friend murdered her husband—Margot’s cousin—but she can’t prove it. Now, four years later, out of the blue, Cat calls Margot from Scotland and invites her to visit. Margot turns in her badge and leaves Mississippi. This time, she’ll do whatever it takes to prove Cat murdered Donny. Margot didn’t plan on falling in love with an SAS Agent—or a three-hundred-year-old Scottish lord. Now she must choose.

SAS Agent Charles McNeil is going to keep Margot Saulnier out of trouble—whether she likes it or not. He understands her need for justice, but with no proof and no authority, she’s headed for serious trouble. So is he. Charles didn’t plan on falling in love with Margot. Neither did he plan on saving her from a serial killer.

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This is when Charles meets Margot…

“Ms. Saulnier.”

The deep male voice caused Margot to slow her walk along the east garden path and glance over her shoulder. A tall, sandy haired man approached. Blue jeans hugged long legs, and a brown bomber jacket stretched across broad shoulders. Arresting blue eyes held her gaze. Margot’s pulse skipped a beat. Well, damn, Scotland was the place for good-looking men.

She stopped and turned so he could catch up with her. “Sugar, I don’t think we’ve met, but I’m glad you didn’t let the possibility of rejection stop you. Not that there’s much chance you’ll get rejected.”

A corner of his mouth twitched. “Special Director McNeil, at your service.”

Margot startled. “What?” Before he could respond she murmured, “Hicks.”

She was a fool. She’d known Chief Hicks enough years to know he wouldn’t let her walk out and not keep tabs on her.

“You’re going to get me killed,” she said through tight lips.

McNeil’s brow lifted. “That could get me a discommendation.”

“A comedian,” she muttered, then shot a glance past him at the castle battlements visible beyond the trees. Who had he talked to at the office? She turned and started down the path. He fell in alongside. “Want to tell me what you’re doing here?” she said.

“Professional courtesy.”

“Bull—” The brow shot up again and she gave him a sweet smile. “You’re checking up on me, sugar.”

“A moment ago you seemed glad a stranger had the bullocks to approach you.”

His cultured tone did nothing to belie the sensual undertone in his voice, and butterflies tickled the inside of her stomach at thought of those bullocks and the matching cock. A man appeared on the path ahead, pushing a wheelbarrow filled with gardening tools, and the erotic picture evaporated. Margot cursed at recognizing the head gardener. Reports of her meeting with a man in the garden would reach Cat within the hour.

“Once Cat gets wind that the Northern Constabulary paid me a visit, she’ll know this isn’t the vacation it’s supposed to be,” Margot said.

“That shouldn’t prove a problem,” he said. “I’m not with the Northern Constabulary.”

She started to ask, then knew. “Scotland Yard.”

He smiled, and she remained quiet as the gardener passed with a sidelong glance in their direction. Margot took a deep breath and waited until they reached a branching path, then turned left.

“Look,” she said, “you’ve got to see this from my point of view.”

“Actually, Ms. Saulnier, I don’t. You’re a visiting law enforcement officer. That accords you professional courtesy—as I said earlier—but make no mistake, I do not have to understand your point of view. Rather, you need to understand mine.” He paused. “Your police chief strongly suggests you return home.”

“He’s not my police chief,” Margot corrected.

“He said you’re good, the best, but you’re mistaken this time.”

“Did it occur to you he might be mistaken?”

“I’m not in a position to judge him.”

“No, you’re not. You’re also not in any position to hassle me.”

“Not hassle,” McNeil began in a mild voice, “let’s just say I am in a position to advise. Though, given a choice, I’d prefer another position, altogether.”

She blinked. “You’re propositioning me?”

He shrugged. “How often does a man meet a beautiful Mississippi Deputy Sheriff?”

“Ex-Mississippi Deputy Sheriff.”

“Your badge hasn’t yet grown cold.”

“I doubt I’ll be here long enough for any position. By now, that gardener has reported to Cat, and she’s checking you out. By the time we’re finished with this walk, she’ll know Scotland Yard paid me a visit.”

He shook his head. “Cousin Harry sent me here to investigate the castle. He’s rich as the Devil, and is interested in bringing his wife here for holiday.”

“Don’t kid yourself,” Margot shot back. “Cat will check you out—you ensured that by waylaying me.”

“Waylaying?” he repeated, voice laced with a heaping of amusement that made her want to throttle him. “Waylaying would be if I dragged you into those trees and had my way with you.”

Margot did a double take with the mental picture of her pressed against a tree, dress bunched up to her waist as his cock thrust hard and fast into her. His face snapped back into focus and she found him staring.

Heat spread across her cheeks at flashflood speed. “Cat won’t be fooled by a Scotland Yard cop showing up at Castle Morrison, no matter what story he spins.”

“She won’t find Charles McNeil on any employee list,” he replied.

“What? Scotland Yard’s cops aren’t clandestine.”

“Correct. But SAS is.”

“Special Air Services?” What kind of favor had Hicks called in? “What is special forces doing on a case like this?”

“John realized that a visit from a Bobby might compromise your cover so he called me.”


“John Gordon.”

She gave a small nod. John Gordon, Chief Constable of the Northern Constabulary. She’d checked out local law enforcement before leaving the States. First Hicks was on her tail, now the head of the whole damn island.

Margot gave McNeil an appraising look. “That’s some favor your constable called in.”

“He’s a close friend.”

“What’d he do, save your life?”

“Something like that. So, where shall we go for dinner?”

She stared. “Are you kidding?”

He shrugged. “How better to keep you under surveillance?”

“You could simply leave me alone.”

He shook his head. “I have my orders.”

“Just what kind of uncover work do you do?”

He turned his gaze onto her “A kind sure to please you.”

Her pulse skittered, but she forced her chilly cop’s voice, “You’re damned sure of yourself.”

“I’m a trained professional. Shell we say seven? I know the perfect restaurant.”

Margot narrowed her eyes. “This is blackmail.”

He shrugged. “All part of the professional courtesy.”

“Professional courtesy, my ass,” she muttered, and wondered what Hicks would do if she sent him a thank you note for keeping tabs on her.

And another excerpt, this one when Logan meets Margot…
A tad on the naughty side, so if this kind of read offends you, please skip it!

Margot turned right and another hallway in the castle stretched out before her, this one in deeper shadow than the last. She glanced behind her. A single sconce created an eerie shadow dance across the stone walls and floor. She startled at sight of a heavy oak door on the corner of the bend in the hallway. The doorway hadn’t been there when she’d walked past. Besides, how could a room be built on the corner of two hallways? Margot hesitated, then faced forward, took one step, another, and another until a door came into view on the left.

She stopped at the door, grasped the handle, and pressed down on the latch. The soft click of latch releasing from catch sent a prickle up her arms. In the last two hallways, door after door had been locked. Her fingers trembled on the handle. Well damn, what would the boys back home in Wilkinson County think of Deputy Sheriff Saulnier unnerved by an unlocked door?

Margot released the handle and pressed against the wood, easing the door open. To her right, low flames bobbed in a fireplace. A sword and dagger hung over the mantle. The blades pointed toward an antique bowl and pitcher sitting on a small table between an open door in the corner of the room and the floor-length curtains opposite her.

She leaned forward and peered around the door. An ornate four-poster bed stood against the left wall, gray draperies swaged between posts. The burgundy quilt that covered the bed was turned back as if in invitation to crawl between the snow-white sheets. An odd sense of familiarity nudged. Had she been here before?

Hairs on the back of her neck rose to attention. She swung her gaze to the right and sucked in a breath. A man stood in the corner doorway. Intense brown eyes stared back at her just as they had that afternoon when she’d seen him standing in the main entrance of Castle Morrison.

Butterflies tickled the inside of her stomach. Standing this close, she wanted to run her fingers through the tousled dark curls that brushed his shoulders. Low firelight softened the square jaw shadowed by stubble. The green and red checked sash that had draped his shoulders earlier now hung loosely about a kilt held in place by a thick leather belt and buckle. A crisp, white shirt stretched taught across his muscled chest. Margot released a silent breath. Memory hadn’t done him justice. He seemed taller, broader…more dangerous.

His eyes narrowed. “How did ye get here?”

Despite the soft burr that caressed her like a summer breeze heavy with damp heat, she couldn’t miss the recrimination in his voice. She didn’t know how she’d gotten here, any more than she knew how he had appeared in the painting of the castle that hung over the fireplace in her room. When she’d arrived at Castle Morrison that afternoon he hadn’t been in the picture. But she’d woken from her nap two hours later to see him standing in the main entrance, his expression of anticipation painted in exquisite detail. He’d been waiting for someone. A woman, she realized.

“Did your lady friend show up?”

Surprise flashed in his eyes, but vanished in thin-lipped disapproval. “You will return from whence ye came, if you have any sense about you—” his tone suggested she had no sense, “—and quickly.”

His gaze raked her body, and she glanced down at the gold colored, satin pajamas she’d worn to bed. Her nipples stood at attention. Tit for tat, she figured, and shifted her gaze past the kilt to his bare legs. Her pulse skittered. She’d heard that Scots didn’t wear underwear under kilts. No doubt about it, underwear or no underwear, that outfit would get him arrested in her hometown of Woodville, Mississippi. The entire population, a whopping one thousand, two hundred and fifteen, would show up, Bibles in one hand, rifles in the other, to ensure he dressed as every God fearing person was meant to dress.

“I felt certain you had more sense than the others,” he said, then added in a mutter, “Foolish girl.”

“What others? You know me?”

“If you believe he will let ye escape—”

Awareness zipped up her spine. She glanced sharply behind her through the open door.

“What is amiss?” he demanded.

The faint crash of waves caught her attention and she looked to the curtains at the far side of the room. Memory struck a cord. She had been here before—or in the castle, that is. This was Castle Morrison. She’d arrived that afternoon. Desire ripped through her.

Margot yanked her attention back onto the man. “You wouldn’t be dabbling in bayou magic, would you, sugar?”

She’d never put much stock in the black magic the women back home secretly practiced, but neither had she felt anything mess with her insides like that.

“Magick?” he repeated.

Unease brought the hairs on the back of her neck to attention. “You stay right there,” she ordered, and turned back to the hall.

Margot glanced right, then left, and spotted another door up ahead on the right. Well, damn, another door had magically appeared. An uncomfortable flush warmed her as she took a step toward it. Another wave of longing tightened her belly. Strong fingers closed around her arm and yanked her back into the room. The door slammed shut with a crash and he shoved her against the hard wood. Margot yanked her gaze onto the stranger’s face. He stared down at her, the dark irises swirling as if a tornado raged in their depths. She sucked in a breath. Bayou magic, if ever she’d seen it.

A prickle dug into her flesh like tiny needles, but she kept her gaze locked with his. “I don’t take kindly to be accosted.” She tried stepping past him.

He shoved her back against the door. “Do no’ be a fool.”

“Not many folks call me a fool to my face.”

“If you answer his call, you will be a dead fool.”

She tensed, but said in her cool cop’s voice, “That sounds like a threat.”

“No threat. Fact.”

“I like threats even less than being accosted.”

His eyes darkened. “He shall not have another victim.”

He yanked her to him. His belt buckle dug into her stomach, but the pressure of his erection against her belly caught her attention. The need to impale herself on him halted the fist she had ready to punch his belly. Sweet Christ, it had been some time since she’d had a man, but had it been so long that the first hard cock to come along was enough to induce her to fuck a stranger?

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My Chat with Lucas *sigh*

Hello and welcome!

Today my guest is a lovable hunk whom I met recently! Look at his skill… is it only me whose mind goes astray? 😛

Lucas bio

Make sure you have a glass of something cold beside you and read on. Cheers!


What is your full name?
My mother named me after my father: Lucas John Haskell
Unfortunately, I never met him as he died just before I was born. He was waiting at a stoplight on his way home from work. The roads were slippery because it had snowed. A drunk driver decided not to stop and ran right into him. Naturally, the other guy survived.
I am so sorry, senseless tragedy! So many innocents are killed or maimed because of stupidity of drunk drivers. I wish people would smarten up and there would be tougher laws against it.

Do you have a nickname?
Luke, but most people call me Lucas. Except my fiancée Casey’s best friend, Astrid. She calls me Luke-ass. But I love her anyway.
She cracks me up with her quick comebacks

What is one word best describes you?
Super-sexy-man-beast. Ha, ha, sorry old joke. Okay, in seriousness, artistic. It’s my calling. But I’m also known for being driven and enigmatic. I know what I want and I don’t stop until I get it. Not everyone likes that about me, but being an entrepreneur, you have to be strong, and I don’t apologize for that.

Describe what you are wearing now to our readers.
Casual stuff. Black t-shirt. Jeans. My Docs. But when I’m drawing at home in my loft, I prefer to do it naked. Helps me think better and be more creative. And…Casey doesn’t mind he grins
I heard about that, I wouldn’t mind either

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
I guess so. I think sometimes I came off as a bit of a dick in the story though, because it was all one sided. To be honest I’m a little bit pissed Felicity wrote it only from Casey’s point of view. I’d have liked the chance to speak up too, so I could set the record straight about a few things. Above all else, I really love Casey. And I don’t care who knows it. It shredded me that she didn’t want to marry me at first.

What makes you laugh out loud?
Warner Brothers cartoons. They are classic. When Bugs Bunny gets in there with his, “Hey, what’s up, Doc?” and then Elmer Fudd starts chasing him all over the place…pure slapstick humor. Cracks me up every time.

What is your favourite dessert?
Casey! Actually, I’m not big on dessert, but Casey likes chocolate, and melted chocolate on her skin…that tastes incredible.

What is your favourite drink?
Coffee. Black. Freshly ground. I’m not a booze hound, but if I’m socializing I’ll have a cold beer. If I’m celebrating, it’s wine or champagne.

What is your greatest fear?
Losing Casey. And I don’t really want to think about that.

What is your favourite colour?
Casey’s strawberry-blond hair. When the sun hits it in the summertime, it glows.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Absolutely nothing. Unless you count Casey. But then, I wouldn’t be sleeping he winks

What is the perfect romantic date?
It doesn’t matter where we are or what we do, as long as I’m with Casey and she’s smiling and happy, it’s the perfect date. Sometimes I love just lounging on the couch with her wrapped in my arms as we watch a movie and share popcorn. She has the sexiest laugh. I can never get enough of it. Or her.

How ticklish are you? Where are you ticklish?
I’m not very ticklish, except in one spot…and ladies, I’m not saying.

What’s your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
Casey’s vanilla spice perfume. It reminds me of sex. And her. And…yeah, sex.

When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
I suppose I should say personality, right? But, if you want the truth…I’m a breast man. I really enjoy the way Casey loves to play with hers. I would enjoy it more if she would only do it when we are in private, though.

He hands me a card and I whistle You ARE a breast man!


At least you are honest I laugh

Do you have somebody in your life now?


Hell, yeah. Casey Jackson. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.

What is one word best describes her?
Absolutely-fucking-amazing…and stubborn.

Is your book part of a series? What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
My understanding is that when Felicity started the story, it was meant to be a single title. But the story was so much fun, she couldn’t let it go, and the Little Miss Kick-Ass series was born.

The next book is a short story coming out on June 22nd in an anthology called Just Desserts. Each of the stories has something to do with sex and food. I would like to have shown everyone how much I can please Casey with some chocolate and my tongue, but for whatever reason, Felicity decided to cast my new business partner, Race Lindstrom, and Casey’s BFF, Astrid Bitten in the starring roles instead. Astrid has never talked about it, but that night she and Race met was a hot one, if what Race has said about it can be believed. He claims to have this thing with Astrid where he makes her pass out when she orgasms. But then, the guy’s a bit of a douche, so it’s hard to know what to believe.

We’ve just come back from a trip where all four of us went to Sweden. Talk about an eye-opener experience. Felicity is busy writing it all down as the third book called Fit To Be Tied, even the kinky parts (‘cause just between you and me, I think she likes that kind of thing). It’s mostly about Race and Astrid again, but there’s this one part at the Ice Hotel where our room is next to theirs, and I swear the wall becomes transparent or disappears or something because it’s like they are in our room with us. I know. It sounds crazy, right? I woke up the next morning not sure if it had happened, but Casey thinks it did too, and it was too real to be just a dream. I’m certain Astrid knows what’s going on, but she’s not talking about it. Not yet anyway. She’s been a bit different since meeting Race. All I know is that if he doesn’t sort his shit out and make her happy, business deal or no business deal, I’ll punch the shit out of him instead.

As for me and Casey? We’re good together, you know? Solid. But it’s crazy right now with all the work I’m doing to make my Steam Bunny graphic novel into an animated series. And then there’s the insane publicity deal to turn our upcoming wedding into a reality TV show. I fucked up agreeing to that one, but Casey really wanted it. The doctor said it was fine for her to work while pregnant and stuff, but I didn’t know at the time that she was having twins. We’re both pretty tired, and I don’t like it. I’d rather be giving her massages all day and taking care of her. Once the babies are born and we’ve officially tied the knot, I’m going to take her somewhere secluded for a vacation, whether she likes it or not. And maybe this time Felicity will let me show Casey how much I love her, using my own words.

Thanks for having me, it’s been fun, but I really need to get back to work. Thanks to the Sweden trip, I’m a bit behind schedule in the pre-vis mock ups for the animated show. I’ve convinced Casey to model for me dressed up as Steam Bunny again. She did point out the only part of the costume she can fit into while pregnant is the long satin gloves, but I don’t mind at all he winks

I laugh out loud You are incorrigible, Lucas! But I like that about you. I am looking forward to reading Astrid’s story, I love her kick-ass, spunky attitude.

Thanks for taking the time for a chat in my little corner of the blogging world.


Thank you for dropping by and I hope you enjoyed the chat.


Lucas hails from a short, “Steam Bunny”, book 1 in the Little Miss Kick-Ass series by Felicity Kates.

Business is all about pleasure for Casey Jackson. Helping Lucas Haskell promote his graphic novel, Steam Bunny, is an erotic dream job. Until he gives her the ultimate ultimatum–commit or leave. She doesn’t want his ring or the complications of marriage. But with a boss who knows what he wants and exactly how to get it, playing dress-up has never been so steamy…or so much fun.

Sensual romance novella, containing adult language, naughty situations and steamy sex scenes. Recommended for mature readers.

TAG: Playing dress-up has never been so steamy…or so much fun.

Content warning: Erotic romance novella, containing adult language, naughty situations and steamy sex scenes. Recommended for readers 18+ Happy reading 🙂

~Excerpt~ **warning explicit language*** Erotic/Adult
if you are under 18 or this type of reading offends you, please skip it!

I glanced at the full rows of seats, realizing just how closely together Lucas and I had been sitting, whispering our passionate debate while the crowd watched. My cheeks heated as I gave the sea of faces a little wave, evoking a rumble of chuckles from the mostly male crowd. A few women sat scattered throughout the audience but no one under eighteen had been allowed in due to the focus on anatomy and the naked human form. This wasn’t a kids seminar. The demonstration was meant for comic art fans, here to learn tricks from a pro.

“Go ahead,” Lucas said with a stiff nod at Jeff to start the introduction. He twirled the stylus in his fingers and tapped it on the tablet plugged into his laptop, the look in his eyes intense, his shoulders rigid.

Lucas was about to do a live drawing demonstration for a crowd of about fifty-odd strangers, his every recorded move uploaded and dissected on YouTube faster than I could blink. He’d done it before to good review, but was it any wonder his jaw was clenched and his body full of cagey energy?

What the hell was I thinking? My job had always been to keep him grounded. Acting like a silly, jealous biatch was doing nothing but setting him off.

Taking a deep breath, I mentally regrouped and shoved my anxieties aside. Whatever our differences, we were still the Lucas and Casey Show and we needed to be on. In top form. Right now. Which for Lucas meant some serious distraction needed to happen to help him relax in front of the crowd.

So, while Jeff listed off our credentials to the audience, I tapped into the erotic energy dancing between us and offered Lucas something to think about besides the sea of eyes staring at him.

Placing my hand on his knee where no one could see it beneath the table, I slowly slid it up his thigh and bent toward his ear again. “You got this, babe,” I murmured. “I’m sorry for being cranky, it’s just…” I bit my lip as my voice hitched with the serious desires twisting me up. “I’m dying inside without you. I really need to taste your cock.” My mouth went dry just thinking about the way he groaned as he found release, the fire in his eyes as he filled me with his love.

“Casey,” he said, his voice a low rasp. He kept his fingers busy on top of the table, playing with his stylus, his face a smiling mask for the crowd. “When this shit’s over, I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll never leave me again.” And the look in his eyes as he glanced sideways at me left no doubt that as soon as we were alone, he’d make good on his promise.

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The second book in the series, “Super-sex Me” is coming soon, published in an anthology, JUST DESSERTS.

Astrid Bitten isn’t smitten. All she wants is a night of sexual adventure to bring some excitement to her lonely life. When she meets the most gorgeous guy she’s ever seen at a Fan Expo convention, she jumps at the chance to explore what lies beneath the stretchy Spandex of his superhero suit. But is she ready to discover the truth of her secret cravings?

Race Lindstrom wants a second chance. At life, at love, at using the gods-given talents he’s been born with for good rather than evil. When he spies the golden-haired goddess across a crowded room, he knows he’ll never let her go. But second chances don’t come easy. He’ll have to satisfy her deepest hunger if he wants to make her his forever.

TAG: Strawberries, whipped cream, and a game of make-believe. Every girl deserves a good time with a seriously hot guy. Right?

I am so looking forward to reading it.

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One lucky commenter will win an ebook copy of Steam Bunny, courtesy of Ms. Kates. The winner will be chosen by Sexy Mr. Random after 3pm EST on Monday, June 22, 2015. Good luck!

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My Chat with the Eagle Claws !

Hello and welcome!

I am preparing for a visit from the Elven Empire and I am a bit nervous and a whole lot excited. I have a feeling my chat will be highjacked again. Remember the other chats? Those Elves are mischievous and a hoot, I always enjoy their visits.

If you missed the previous chats, here are the links:

My surprise visit to …

My Chat with Liessen … and … Eöl ???

Surprise visit… a secret is revealed 😉

My chat with Torrent… and Marious?

My chat with Eden and Gabriel…


I am puttering around, checking the refreshments and the munchies are ready. I am not a big baker, but I made something yummy for them, my fave… brownies. They smell heavenly.


Meanwhile… just outside…

“What do you sense?”  Jerrol asks Ennacas.

“She is in the house, but not the interview room,” Ennacas reports.

“Time to move,” Jerrol decides, before turning to Gildren and Timorean and asks, “Is the prisoner secured well?”

“I think so,” Timorean replied.

Eärwen looks at the twinkle in their prisoner’s yes and, felt she could argue that point, but that would be a waste of time and energy.  They were only going to release him in a few moments anyway.  Instead, she slips past her siblings to open the door to the interview room, so she can scout the area out visibly.  Ennacas is right, the room is empty.  She sends her sister a thumbs up signal, to confirm her reading, as well as congratulate her, and Ennacas smiles back smugly.  Eärwen rolls her eyes and turns her attention back to the room.  She takes a sniff of the air, and freezes.  She only takes a moment to send another signal to her siblings, telling them to hold back.  She needs to investigate matters better.  Eniko, it seems, has set a trap for them, and she has baited it well… double chocolate fudge brownies.  That is not to be taken lightly.

“I think it is a trap, I am headed in to check this out.  If it is safe, I will let you know,” Eärwen assures her siblings.

They nod in unison and watch Eärwen disappear through the door.  She smiles, as the door snicks shut behind her.  Brownies, and her siblings fell for that, BONUS!  It takes her two seconds to cross the room to where the plate of brownies sits.  She takes a deeper whiff of the goodies and comes close to dancing; they are still slightly warm, with the thick chocolate icing close enough to melting to drip.  Their hostess is one of the good ones.  She quickly stuffs a piece into her mouth and only finds time to grab another two, before Jerrol opens the door to check on his sister.

“Brownies!”  Jerrol’s voice bursts through the silence, to cause Eärwen a moment of surprise, she jumps slightly and, almost chokes on the crumbs in her mouth.

Eärwen just grins, as she stuffs another brownie into her mouth, while she greets Jerrol, “I was just checking them out. What if they were drugged?”

“You are so busted Eärwen,” Gildren declares, as he leads the rest of their siblings into the room.  “How many have you eaten already, two, three?  You have chocolate on your face and hands, you are a mess.”

“And you are jealous,” Eärwen answers, as she gives them an unrepentant smile.

“You are so dead, sister,” Galadriel warns her.  “To think you could do something like this and get away with it.”

“Yup,” Eärwen thinks to herself, “And proud of it.”  She doesn’t tell them that she can feel Eniko headed towards the door with another tray of brownies, because her mouth is too full to talk.  Nothing tastes like warm brownies.  She shrugs off the matter, they will find out in a minute anyway, so it doesn’t matter….


Then I walk through the doorway between the kitchen and the interview room, and I am so close to bursting out with laughter, as six sets of eyes focus on me.  I haven’t seen such guilty looks since the last time they were here.  There isn’t a brownie left on the plate, a clean set of hands, or a face that isn’t smudged in the crowd.  Which was why I served them warm, with extra thick icing.  I smile, and shake my head.

If Eden and Gabriel could see their children now.

The guilty expressions turn to ones of sheepishness, as Jerrol, who is the only one capable of speech at the moment, finishes swallowing and comments.

“You make extraordinary brownies and they are worth running laps for.”

I don’t even try to hide my grin, as I set down a large tray, filled to capacity with more brownies.

Eärwen grins widely, as she swallows the last of what is in her mouth, and speaks.

“You are one of the good ones, and we have brought you a present.”

I mentally shake my head, seeing their chocolate stained clothing.  I am willing to wager those were their Sunday best.  Eden would fry their little pointed ears, or join them, one never knew for sure with her.  I watch as Ennacas runs out of the door, to return with a dark haired Elf, and my smile falters.  What is the meaning of this?  Why have they restrained this man with their father’s rope?

“We brought Felcor to meet you,” Galador announced.

Did he have to be restrained?  I ask.

“It is for your protection, he can be dangerous,” Eärwen replies, as she helps herself to a couple more pieces of brownies.

“You keep eating like that and you are going to get fat,” Ennacas declares, through a mouth filled with brownies.

“Do I look like I care?”  Eärwen sniffed back, as she bit into another brownie.

They boys weren’t paying attention to their sisters.  They were watching Felcor’s hands, as they began to glow.  A moment later the rope fell and, all thoughts of the sweets were forgotten, as the children scrambled to form a battle line, between me and Felcor.  They would protect me with their lives, for I was a friend, and they weren’t so sure where he stood yet.

Felcor spoke a few words and, the rope they had tied him with, lengthened, as it flew at the young Eagle Claw children.  A moment later they were lying on the floor, while they squirmed to gain release from the rope.

Felcor smiles at me and, in a smooth baritone, asked, “Are you interested in taking a walk with me in the woods?”  He then holds out a hand to me.

I look at the amusement, written across his face, that he didn’t attempt to hide, and the robes he is wearing of a High Elven Priest, and I wonder about his real station in the Empire.  Before I could ask, he gave me the answer to my question, even before it took form in my mind.

“Yes, I am a High Priest, and no, that does not mean abstinence.”

I laugh, as I take the offered hand, and then watch while he transfers the few remaining brownies to the smaller plate.  As we walk out of the building, side by side, the plate follows us, and Felcor assures me that the children will be safe.

“Eden and Gabriel are on their way to collect their babies.  They should arrive momentarily.”


Thank you for joining me and I hope you enjoyed the chat! You see what I mean? They are a hoot and I never get tired of their antics. Did you check out the previous chats? See the links at the beginning of this post.


Felcor hails from “For The King and Elven Empire”, book 8 of The Elven Chronicles, a great series by M. A. Abraham, release date is June 16, 2015.

Elendil, Gabriel, Eden, and their children are accompanying King Elrohir and his bride to the High Elven Kingdom, by invitation of his father, King Silas. What started off as a simple trip turns into a nightmare, as the children disappear while working in the forest. Eden and Gabriel are frantic. Where are their children? Why can’t they touch their life forces? They join their talents and go on a search, calling in every resource they can, but get no results. They reach out to the Empire for help, but that is quickly brought under control when Lothrariel arrives. Unfortunately, he didn’t get there quickly enough.

At Gabriel’s command, the Kings and Queens lead their armies into the High Elven Kingdom, but it is not Gabriel who will take command; it is Lothrariel. He has regained his ancient powers and searches for answers, but a power as ancient as his has hidden the answers. Who has done this? Why?
With their parents away, the children of the Light Elven Kingdom work behind the scenes to regain the freedom of their friends. There is only one Elf who can reach the children where they are; S’Larea. When they are finished, will the High Elven Kingdom be the same?

For those of you new to Miss Abraham’s books, I hope you will give them a try. I promise, you will not regret it, and her loyal readers will agree with me.

To keep up with the series or find all the books by M. A. Abraham, check the links below:

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What is your fave dessert?
Mine is anything with chocolate, especially brownies YUM

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My Chat with Gage, Magennis, Sabre and Chris

Hello and welcome!

Today I am bringing to you a whole lot of yumminess…. overload warning !!!

I met the four hunks about a year ago and let me tell you… I have not forgotten them *sigh* One of them visited me and we had a chat about the same time if you remember.

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I was invited to the condo in Toronto and I am excited to see what they have in store for me, so come along and find out. I am at their front door… and I am shaking with excitement!

Sabre opens the door…. OH MY… he is so mouth-watering, but so are the others!

Hi Ms. Eniko, please come in. Thank you for accommodating us at this late hour and for driving into Toronto to Gage’s condo, I hope you found it all right. If it is too late to drive back, we can get a car service to take you home or we would be happy to have you as our guest for the remainder of the night. Please make yourself at home.

Sabre leads me through the foyer and into an open living room, and as he passes the winding staircase he calls up the stairs, Gage, Magennis, Chris! Ms. Eniko is here. We’ll be on the patio.

He looks at me, I thought we could have drinks on the patio, if that is all right with you?

Magennis pops his head out and asks I’ll grab the beverages. Eniko, what is your poison, my love?
Oh my! He is so devastatingly handsome

Gage: Mag! Grab me another Macallan’s on the rocks, Sab you want another cabernet?
Now I am really drooling…

Sabre: Please, thank you Mag.

Gage: Where’s the punk? Is he coming too, not that you want to meet him, Eniko?

Magennis comes back with drinks and we all get comfortable on the patio with heaters on so I don’t get a chill and I am really grateful, it is warming up, but nights are still chilly.

Of course she would want to meet him, he is the infamous Chris Michelson of Defeat the Darkness. Human women think he’s dreamy, with that smokey voice and all. Magennis laughs

Gage: That’s a load to crap, he’s just a punk.

Chris: Who’s a punk, you smelly dog?

Magennis: Oh brilliant, he might only be human but he cuts up well. Grab a drink Chris, beers in the fridge.

Sabre: Okay, that’s enough. Ms. Eniko doesn’t need to hear you all going on, she’s travelled a ways to talk with us and she did come late just for you, Mag. I’m sure she’s quite tired so let’s get on with the interview. When you’re ready, Ms. Eniko.

What are your full names?
Sabre Osvalder
Christopher Lee Michelson, and it is a pleasure to finally meet you, Eniko. Sabre has told us a lot about you but he never mentioned how stunning you are.
Oh, bollacks, don’t mind that wanker Eniko, he thinks he can charm the pants off a penguin. It is a pleasure to meet you, I am Magennis. We supernatural don’t have the conventional 3 names as you might be use to and the older we are the less names we do have, especially vampires. We are so old that when we were born, there were smaller populations so there was no need for more than one name.
Are you about done with the history lesson, Jesus! I am Gage Blackwood.
Sabre: Gage, mind your manners, Ms. Eniko doesn’t need to hear you cussing. Sorry my dear, please go on.

Do you have nicknames?
Sabre: Those that I trust and love, call me Sab. Please feel free to do so, Ms. Eniko.
Chris: Hmm, I don’t think I have a nickname, but my band mates use to call me Slayer.
Gage: You won’t even know the first thing about being a slayer. Take Sabre, now he is a warrior slayer, you couldn’t even slay a booger. Call him punk.
Magennis: Now Gage, go easy on the boy. I believe he was referring to his musical skills.
Gage: Well, it definitely wasn’t his lovemaking skills. rounds of laughter
Sabre: Again, off topic and I’ll remind you that our beloved thinks of Chris as her rockstar, I think that is your nickname in our world.
Gage: Dear God, that’s sickening, I hope I don’t have to call him that. Anyway, I’m G and this blood thirsty vamp is Mag. Next question.
Magennis: You’re right cheeky, aren’t you? Damn hound, I can answer for myself if you’d shut up.
Next question.

What one word best describes you?
Sabre: Loyal
Gage: True dat, I would say, protective.
Magennis snorts Abundantly so. I would say, wise.
Gage: Are you shitting me, you’re not wise, old but not wise. Pft.
Chris: I don’t know G, Mag has been around a very long time. To stay alive as long as he has, you have to have some smarts. Beside don’t you guys always go to him when there’s some supernatural problem.
Gage: Who said you could answer, one word to describe you, annoying. Next question.
Sabre: G, be nice, Chris go ahead.
Chris: I guess it would be the obvious, musical.
Magennis: Oh bully for him, he can play an instrument. Gage can play too but at least he has a better word.
Sabre: Enough, please.

Describe what you are wearing for our readers.
Magennis: We are a sorted lot, when it comes to our attire, wouldn’t you agree lads?
Sabre: Yes, this is very true Mag. I prefer my comfortable casual look of jeans and denim or plaid dress shirts, which suits my position as head of security. It allows me to be comfortable but still provides a loose fit in the event I must protect my beloved. Where as, Gage must attend meeting in the human world for business, which means he has more suits.
Gage: But I prefer a casual business attire, like my jeans with a dress shirt and suit jacket, much like what I have on now. No ties, I detest those damn things, unless it is used in a more sexual manner.
Magennis: She didn’t ask how you use your clothing, Gage, she merely wishes to know what it looks like.
Gage: How do you know she doesn’t want the extra colour commentary? This from a guy that wears cartoon characters on his chest.
Magennis: I believe this is a smurf, and I will have you know my clientele feels more relaxed around me when I wear these shirts, which helps me when I need to find out information about our community.
Gage: Well bully for you, making friends and having tea parties.
Chris: Ah, before this gets out of hand, I am wearing black leather pants, a white t-shirt and black leather vest.
Gage: Don’t forget to add the black nail polish, chain necklaces and diamond stud earrings.
Magennis: You forgot to mention he’s got on matching black eyeliner. Are ye a bloody poof, lad? You need to stay away from our minx’s closet. more laughter erupts
Hey I’m confident in my wardrobe, and the chicks dig it. If the chicks are happy then I sell more albums, oh that’s right I’m an international rockstar and you all can’t even tell the world what you are. Stuff that in your pipe and smoke it.
Magennis: Saucy bugger, aren’t ye.
Sabre: Now Mag, Chris is just showing a little tit for tat, we are just having some fun, let’s keep it civil. We should also try to keep our answers shorter, it is almost midnight. We don’t want our guest to fall asleep. My dear, please do continue.

Do you think the author portrayed you accurately?
Sabre: Oh yes, Ms. Maguire listens well to us. We are very bothersome to her otherwise but she’s always been a good sport, especially when we need her to hear us at 4:00am.
Magennis: I must applaud our biographer, she has been a quick study, especially when I speak in my native tongue. She doesn’t always get the words right but she does try her best.
Chris: Same with the music descriptions, I don’t think she knows the difference between a drop D cord or a simple riff but she does her best.
Gage: We give her an A for her efforts, it can’t be easy wrangling all of us into submission, and you know how much I hate to be controlled. Well done, Ms. M!

What makes you laugh out loud?
Gage: I got this one. As you can tell we are four very different and very dominate men, in our own circles. In order for us to make our relationship work with September we have had to learn how to put our differences aside and become friends. During this interview you have witnessed our banter back and forth, this is how we have found a way to make it work. Making fun of each other makes us laugh out loud.
Magennis: Here, here, I second that.
Sabre: We also need to include our beloved, she has an incredible sense of humor that I know is one of my favorite qualities about her.
Chris: That’s true, September can be goofy at times, in those moments when you least expect it she nails you with a good one liner. I don’t know how many times I’ve had tears streaming down my faces from laughing so hard because she made a bad joke or pun or what ever.
Gage: Magennis sometimes throws in a Celtic word or goes on a rant in Scottish that has me in stitches.
Magennis: Did the dog just call me Scottish? Maybe we should be asking the question, what makes you want to punch someone?
Sabre: Wow, Mag settle down. I think Gage was demonstrating his point that we enjoy razzing each other. No need to get upset.
Magennis: Apologies, you’re quite right Sabre. Next time I will just call our local veterinarian and have the bastard neutered.
Sabre: Okay, change the subject, please, before this gets out of hand.

What’s your favourite dessert?
Chris: That’s easy, anything that we can drizzle on September and lick off, like chocolate sauce or whip cream.
Sabre: Or strawberries, September loves to share strawberries from her lips.
Gage: With champagne, I love the taste of it when I lick it from her body.
Magennis: I quite fancy an American lemon meringue pie.
Gage: What the hell are you talking about?
Magennis: Truth be told, I don’t get off much on foods, so if I were to be honest, I would say the vein of our little minx. However, we have a human guest, who I am sure doesn’t need to visualize that so I said the next thing that popped into my head.
Chris: Don’t worry Eniko, no matter how often I see or experience the blood sharing it still wigs me out.

What is your favourite drink?
Magennis: Still September’s blood but in a pinch I curve my cravings with a fine Irish whiskey.
Gage: If there is one thing Magennis and I agree on it would be a good whiskey or scotch. Lately, I’ve been digging this Macallan 15 year single malt. It reminds me of a great plane ride I had recently.
Sabre: I agree with Magennis, in that I crave September’s essence as well, but I curve my craving with red wine. Before I met our beloved I drank blood from a bag, it can be mild or excessively pungent for my tastes. I learnt if mixed with a heavy red it didn’t taste as bad.
Chris: Again, human here, I like beer or a strong Jack and coke and on that note, anyone else want a refill. I hear a round of ‘yes, please’

Once Chris exits the room Magennis leans in and whispers The dear boy also enjoys his “mary jane” but that’s between you, me and the wall.

What is your greatest fear?
Sabre: I’d say we are all on the same page on this one, we fear for our Queen. We have new threats as well as some of the old ones, keeping her safe is our number one priority.
Gage: September comes first, always and forever but I would add our newest fear, the safety of our children.
Magennis elbows Gage and Sabre clears his throat Yes, providing we are fortunate enough to have children, they would be an equal concern to us all. Chris! You coming back with those drinks any time soon?

there’s a long pause of silence, they are holding a secret and won’t say more and that makes me really curious

What is your favourite colour?
Sabre: Amber, it reminds me of September’s eyes.
Magennis: I prefer the colour of wheat, golden yellow like the sun. September’s hair is that colour and it brings me back to before my change when I last saw the golden globe in the afternoon sky.
Gage: Do you always make everything about you?
Chris: Isn’t that a vampire trait?
Gage: Good one, punk, you might be worth having around after all.
Magennis: You’re both wankers, just answer the bloody question.
Chris laughs: I like red, every time September wears something red it does something to me. Damn she wears that colour well.
Magennis: Does it make you tingle in your special place.
Chris: Ass!
Magennis: Poof!
Chris: Stop calling me that.
Gage: Or what, you’ll get your Mommy to come after him, lol. I’m only kidding, you do have a point with red and I also like yellow but lately, I’m digging a snow white colour. Again, it brings good memories of our lady and how powerful she is. Damn she rocks some great colours.
Sabre: Hmm, I’ll second that.
Chris: Me too.
Magennis: Yes, our minx is a beauty in every way.

What do you wear when you go to sleep?
Sabre: I like to be draped with September’s body and nothing more.
Gage: Naked does have it’s advantages.
Chris: At home it’s fine but on the road, I usually pass out in whatever I have on. If I sleep naked sometimes a groupie will sneak on my bus or into our hotel and think it’s cool to crawl in bed with me. There was time that was cool but not any more.
Gage: Aw, it must be rough to be a rockstar.
Chris: Shut up!
Magennis: I think I might agree with the boy, being naked around anyone except September no longer appeals to me either. However, I must sleep underground and I never know when I wake what the day’s challenge might be. If there is a threat to our minx, I must be ready to protect her, I can’t very well do that with me willy hanging out. Therefore, I have a silk shirt and lounge pant that I wear in my slumber.
Gage: In the words of Magennis, fancy.

What is the perfect romantic date?
Sabre: For me, anything that allows me to see joy and happiness in September’s eyes.
Gage: Yay, she has done so little in her short life that everything is new and exciting for her. She has this way of being child like when she does something new, she almost explodes with energy. I so enjoy seeing things again through her eyes.
Chris: Especially if you surprise her.
Magennis: We should take her to Paris for a weekend, the city of love and romance. I bet she would absolutely adore that.
Sabre: She has asked to go to my home land by the North Sea and I know she talks about going on tour with Chris.
Chris: I think I have an idea for an around the world trip for our honeymoon.
Sabre: Now that would be a perfectly romantic idea.
Magennis: Chris, since you thought of it, you should be the one to tell her. I’ll help you plan if you wish.
Gage: Perfect, we should let her know that Ms. Eniko helped us come to this idea, I’ll bet she’ll be thrilled. Thank you Ms. E, you just helped us come up with the perfect romantic honeymoon.

they all clink glasses and toast to a trip for their honeymoon, this could be a hint to what’s ahead

How ticklish are you?
Sabre: I am a warrior, we are not ticklish.
Magennis: Vampires are not at all ticklish.
Gage: Cause you aren’t alive, your blood needs to flow in your veins to make you skin sensitive enough to feel a tickle.
Magennis: Oh really, then do tell us why you are not ticklish, since you are alive.
Gage: I never said I wasn’t, not as much in this form but as a wolf, I am extremely ticklish, especially on my belly.
Chris: That’s why a dog shakes his leg when you find the sweet spot when scratching them, it is their way of showing how ticklish they are.
Magennis: Clever boy, and how did you come to know that?
Chris: I read a lot on the road, it was in a magazine article or maybe a book about dogs.
Magennis: And what other fun facts would you care to share, rockstar?
Chris: I’m ticklish but only my feet and only the underside. If you catch me on the right day in the right mood, I am very ticklish in that area.

What’s your favourite smell?
Magennis: I love waking at night and smelling September’s skin after she has been in the sun, it is truly intoxicating. There is a slight burnt scent to it but it is mixed with every outdoor scent from flowers to dirt to suntan lotion.
Sabre: I enjoy the scent of her skin in the heat of the moment, it smells like dessert flowers.
Chris: I love the smell of that damn shampoo she uses, it has a citrus scent. I sometimes use it on the road when I miss her, just so I can smell her on me.
Gage: There is nothing better than the scent of September in heat. As a wolf, I am drawn to it because of my need to mate but hers is sweet and spicy mixed together and it does things to my mind that makes me almost go insane. I have never smelt anything like it in all my hundreds of years but I wish I could smell it more often.
Magennis: Aren’t we a bunch of horny dogs for our female.
Sabre: Damn right!
Gage: I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Chris: Me either.

When you look at a woman what catches your interest?
Sabre: To be clear you don’t mean just any woman, you mean our September.
Magennis: Of course she does, don’t be daft, there is no one else worth looking at. When you have perfection nothing else matters, and our little minx is perfect.
Gage: Yup, she is indeed the full package, every mans wet dream come to be our reality. She is absolutely stunning, the perfect mix of curves to explore.
Magennis: And sharp, clever, such a smart girl. Wiser than her years.
Sabre: She also has an inner strength that I have never see on anyone, including any warrior I have ever fought beside.
Chris: Don’t forget sassy.
Gage: Hmmm, yes that mouth of hers is definitely sexy.
Magennis: The sassy just shows off how witty she is and independent.
Chris: Don’t you mean dominant?
Sabre: Oh, that she is in spades but also funny and fun to be with.
Gage: I guess we’ve determined the only woman we can look at is September and we all have something different that caught our interest but combined it makes her the perfect catch.
Magennis: Well said.

Do you have somebody in your life now?
Sabre: After the last question, I think this one might be redundant.
Chris: One the count of three let’s all answer. Ready…1…2…3


Sabre: Always and forever
Gage: Amen, brother.

What one word best describes her?
Sabre: Awe-inspiring
Gage: Pulchritudinous I had to look that word up LOL
Magennis: Minx
Chris: Everything

What does the future hold for the readers of the series?
Sabre: Gage, you answer this one.
Gage: Sure. In the beginning we asked Ms. M to write only September’s story because we felt it needed to be told. Then we realized that we had so much to tell her that we felt this should be a trilogy, then we got to thinking about our world as a whole. We have many people that are part of our Queen’s court and her life, each with their own unique story. It came to our attention that the readers also wished to learn more about them. We talked it over with Ms. M and have agreed to make this a bigger series.

How many books? As many as we can get Ms. Maguire to write for us.

Is your book part of a series? Yes, and we have all been a part of it from the start.

What does the future hold? You will just have to read the books to find out.

Will we be part of future books? We bloody well better be.

Thank you Ms. Eniko for coming all this way, the guest room is made up for you if you wish to stay the night. We all must go out but stay and make yourself comfortable, there is a pool on the fourth floor. As always, it was a pleasure to see you again, until next time.

I am grinning wide… Don’t mind if I do! Thank you so much for having me and I wish you all the happiness for the future, looking forward to more of your stories.


Hope you enjoyed the chat, as you can tell I didn’t get to talk a lot, except to ask the questions, they chatted non-stop, talking over each other. I ended up staying the night and enjoyed their hospitality reliving the experience, they crack me up. Check out Gage here, and Sabre here, and Magennis here and Chris here…. here is a drool bib *sigh*

The yummy hunks hail from The Legacy Series by Marianne Maguire. I really hope you will give a chance to the series, I promise you will have a really great time.

ImageBook 1, BORN was published May 15th, 2014. Links to buy the book Amazon USAmazon CAAmazon UK

I loved the first book in the series and I recommend it to anybody who likes paranormal romance with a twist… or two.


The second book, INHERITANCE is to be released on June 12, 2015 and I had a chance to read it and it is sooooo yummy. Lots of twists I didn’t expect and more discoveries about each character and a few new ones whose stories I would really love to read. Some really hot scenes that warrant for some ice cold drinks and an industrial fan by your side! September’s powers evolve with the help of the four hunks you just met here. Each bring something extraordinary to her life.

Links to keep in touch with Ms. Maguire and her books, give her a like and if you chat with her, say hello from me.


One lucky commenter will win an ebook copy of either 1st or 2nd book, winner’s choice, courtesy of Ms. Maguire. The winner will be chosen by Sexy Mr. Random after 3pm EST on Friday, June 12, 2015. Good luck!

Until next time read a book, listen to a book and don’t forget to show your love by leaving a review!

My Chat with Erika M. Szabo

Hello and welcome!

Today I have a great author whose books I discovered a few years ago and whose heroine was the first female to come for a chat on my blog. You know how I love my book boyfriends and I couldn’t decide between the two heroes, so Ilona came instead 😀

Please welcome Erika M. Szabo!


Do you have a nickname?
I never had one until I went to a medical conference a few years ago. The lady who was making the name tags asked my name, and I told her it’s Erika with a K. So she wrote Kerica on my name tag, and it kind of stuck.
That is too funny, but it is sad in a way too.

What is one word best describes you?
I would say dreamer. I dream big and work on it hard to make it come through.

What makes you laugh out loud?
Small, spontaneous things in life such as when my cat farts and have that “what did just happen? Am I gonna die?” expression on her face.
LOL my pooch used to do that too, hilarious… the faces I mean, but the smell… OY… it could be used for biowarfare 😀

What is your favourite smell? What does it remind you of?
Peppermint. My mom’s purse always smelled like peppermint.

Favourite place to spend time in.
I’m going to sound dork, but my favorite relaxing place is the big old armchair next to the fireplace, with a good book.
Not to worry, you are in good company. Most who come here, myself included are bookworms.

Is there a genre that you refuse to read?
I don’t read erotica.

Writing! What started it?
My daughter’s annoyed statement. She said, “If you don’t have a good book to read, then write one!”
I’ll have to thank her for that, I am glad you took up the challenge.

If you could choose another career what would it be?
My career is being a nurse. Writing is my favorite hobby.

Audiobooks! Any plans to have any of your books in audio format?
Working on it.

Does your work convey a specific emotion or message?
Don’t be afraid to use your imagination, dream big and work hard to make it come through.

Who is your intended audience and why should they read your books?
Readers who like historical facts and real life events mixed with fantasy, and like unexpected twists and turns in a story.

What is next in your writing?
I’m working on another health related book about alternative treatments for asthma, and a ghost story.

Thank you Erika for coming for a chat and I am looking forward to more books.


Thanks for dropping by and I hope you enjoyed the chat.

book covers

I love the covers of the print book versions of the “The Ancestors’ Secrets”, gorgeous.

2 covers

The Ancestors’ Secret series is an epic fantasy, heroic romance series with magical powers, ancient legends, love triangle and time travel that is a great fantasy lovers and also suitable for young adults.

Here is a book trailer done a while ago for “The Ancestors’ Secrets” series:



Ilona is a doctor and is ruled by logic. When she starts to develop unusual powers, her beliefs change and she’s thrown into a world of mysteries, traditions and secrets. She doesn’t know much about her heritage besides legends and rituals when begins to remember her mother’s instructions concealed as rhymes. The discovery of her healing power and ability to freeze time is exciting and frightening. A sinister man appears and Ilona connects his presence with the series of mysterious deaths around her. She has been in love with her unsuspecting best friend, when she meets a stranger. She is drawn to him and confused by the sudden magnetic feeling.

The readers said:
“This is so different from the usual fare churned out by ordinary writers.” -Valerie Byron
“Mystery, suspense, romance and well developed characters that hold reading interests from its beginning to end.” -J Faye
“Original, mystical and unique; in fact it’s so original I have nothing to compare it with.” -Miss Devora
“I could feel and visualize what was happening as if I was right there.” -Lauren Sloan

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In book one, Protected by the Falcon, Ilona is thrust from her easy and steady life and forced to face the unknown, which prompts her to discover ancient tribal secrets. In book two, she obtains unimaginable abilities to protect her sister, who bears the next leader of the clan. She can use her powers for absolute good or absolute evil; the choice is up to her. Ilona’s birthright as a Healer runs alongside her desires as a woman. She must sort through her own feelings about the men in her life. Travel with Ilona from the time her people were nomads, to the castles of the 14th century, to present day, as she struggles to overcome the obstacles placed in her path.

The readers said:
“This is so different from the usual fare churned out by ordinary writers.” -Valerie Byron
“The characters felt real and the secrets are alluring. You will get hooked in right away.” -Brenda Barry
“Szabo introduces readers to a fascinating world of ancient rights conducted by a secret order.” -J.E. Rogers

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We found seven orphaned fox pups in our backyard, back in 2005, and I want to share my memories of them with people who love and respect animals. Watching these magnificent wild animals as they grew, played, learned and fought for leadership, was a wonderful experience. They demonstrated their wild instincts as well as their love and compassion for one another. They will always be in our memories and in our hearts. For one delightful summer, we had our very own fox family.
The pictures in the book are my amateur, bad quality photos that I made with a cheap, digital camera hiding behind trees, at the corner of buildings and in the bushes, but I wanted to add the original pictures to the book instead of illustrations.
Part of the royalty from the sales of the book is donated to wildlife sanctuaries and animal hospices.

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My next read will be STRANGE SYMPTOMS AND BIZARRE CRAVINGS, it sounds interesting!

The symptoms, our body’s signals of diseases and conditions, are fascinating. This book contains unusual symptoms, strange food cravings, vitamin deficiency and overdose symptoms. Also a list of foods that keeps your body healthy as well as easy, whole body detoxification methods. The main purpose of this book is to urge you to pay attention to the signals that your body is sending you.
When I was a child, I often craved sweets. But, when I asked my mother if I can have a candy bar, she gave me a bowl of fruit salad with nuts and raisins, or to my utter disappointment, spinach. She knew by instinct, or rather experience, that my body didn’t need empty calories. What I needed was chromium, phosphor and sulfur from certain foods. After I entered nursing school, I started experimenting with the interpretation of my body’s signals, and I’ve noticed a few things, which were very interesting.

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To contact Ms. Szabo, keep up with her books, or say hello, here are some links:

websiteTwitterFacebook • AmazonB&NKoboSmashwords

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In addition to writing books, Ms. Szabo does a whole range of author services, including book cover design, formatting of ebooks, editing, illustrations, book promotions and many more.

She has an awesome tab, “You’ve Made My Day” on her website, where she thanks her readers, that is so cool.

To start you on your reading journey, Ms. Szabo is giving away ebook copies of “Twenty Eight Tiny Paws” and “Strange Symptoms and Bizarre Cravings”. There will be two winners chosen by Sexy Mr. Random, and will be announced after 3pm, EST, Monday, June 8, 2015. GOOD LUCK!

Until next time read a book, listen to a book and don’t forget to show your love by leaving a review!

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