Saturday, January 28, 2012

Excerpt of F/f Scene - Book 4!

Warning:  Strong sexual content in the excerpt!

For those who love to watch women get each other so hot they can't stand it, you just might enjoy this bit of what's inside book four. I hope the scene pulls you in so you feel like you're sitting right next to Nick as he watches these two women tease and tantalize....beg and cum!

Read it HERE

Book four is taking off to be a great seller and I thank my readers for their support. You are who I write for and I'm glad so many are enjoying the series. The book trailer is on my main site; take a peek and enjoy the music as well! Thank you for stopping by and please share this post on Twitter, FB and Google your friends!

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Erotic Author Cara Bristol

 Cara Bristol
Erotic Romance Author

Winner:  Molly S

      Readers, thank you for stopping in to meet this hot sexy erotic author who will make your toes curl with her newest release! You just might need a fresh pair of panties after reading all the way through this post! Just sayin'.....  Cara, thank you so much for joining us this week. Our readers will have some great questions or comments for you at the end. Readers, be sure to comment and leave your email addy - Cara is running a contest and will pick one lucky commenter Friday night! Enjoy and thank you for reading!

Older woman, younger man…hot or not?

Older woman/younger man pairings used to raise both eyebrows and whispers, but these days the reaction is more likely to be “HOT.” What is it about the cougar relationship that makes it so? Is it the idea of a woman having sex with a buff, young stud? Well, yeah! But it’s more than that.

For many women, reaching a mature age presents an opportunity to explore their sexuality in ways they haven’t done before. In raising families, being devoted wives and mothers, holding down jobs, women have put their own needs on the back burner. But now that they’ve found themselves suddenly single due to divorce (or death), they’re ready to fly in search of adventure.

Except that their contemporaries – men their own age – have become grounded, settled, stuck in a rut. They may have certain expectations of how a woman in her 40s or 50s should act. But young men…ah, they present a fresh, even daring outlook. They brim with energy and youthful vigor in a way that is contagious. Just being around them makes a woman feel younger, more active, and more attractive.

And, from a purely practical side, if a mature single woman wants to date – she may have to date younger. Given the propensity for mature men to date much younger women, the pool of available men a woman’s own age shrinks as she gets ages.

But rather than treating a woman’s age as a negative, to young men, it’s a position. They view her as sexually experienced and adventurous. And chances are, she is – much more so than women their age. And, she’s not looking to get married right away and make babies.

In Reckless in Moonlight, Dana Markus is devastated when her husband of twenty-three years (who was very vanilla sexually) leaves her for a much younger woman. When she contemplates what would happen if she took a young lover, she jokes to herself that she’ll be able to show him a thing or two. And then on impulse – under the sway of the full moon – she gets involved with Lon Corbin, a medical resident seventeen years her junior. This is her chance to fly.

Reckless in Moonlight Blurb:

Forty-five-year-old Dana Markus knows a full moon makes people act crazy. It’s why they call the power company with stories about aliens disrupting the earth’s climate. It probably explains why her ex-husband left her for a girl scarcely older than their college-age daughter. It definitely accounts for why she impulsively invited the neighbor’s hunk of a son over for a skinny-dip. And why 28-year-old Lon Corbin accepted.
Lon doesn’t think much of the mass of rock orbiting the earth, but he does think he’s the luckiest man alive when the sexy divorcee he’s admired from afar invites him into her pool. He knows she has reservations about their age difference, but he’s planning to show her in a very physical way how good they could be together if she’ll give him the chance.
But when their simmering private passion boils over into a public relationship, family pressures and schemes threaten to split the couple apart.
The moon brought them together --  but will it save them?

Reckless in Moonlight Excerpt
Back and forth, back and forth, Lon Corbin ran the sea sponge over the hood of his car. If it seemed odd that someone would wash his vehicle at night, well, the moon was full, and no one knew better than Dana Markus that moonlight compelled people to do strange things. Why else was she ogling the neighbors’ twenty-something son like he was a strawberry dipped in Godiva chocolate?
And Lon offered so much to enjoy. A tiny moan of appreciation escaped her lips. From the top of his head, covered by thick amber hair, to his bare tippy toes, his majestic, youthful body inspired her to stand and salute. Strong, broad shoulders and a smooth chest decorated by lickable flat nipples tapered to slim hips and powerful thighs that were hugged by faded blue jeans. His legs weren’t the only impressive body parts the fabric molded; the heavy denim cupped a massive bulge further showcased by the wetness of the fabric.
He’d soaked himself clean through with the hose. Water droplets sluiced down his arms, his chest, his flat abdomen…and led the way to his thick sex.
Lon dipped the sponge into the bucket again, then swirled it over the hood, round and round, making circles to ensure he got every spot. Every one. Dana admired a conscientious man who paid attention to detail, who took pride in a job well done.
He dipped again. Oops. He splashed himself with the soapy water. Dana licked her lips as her gaze followed the bubbles’ journey over his chest and down his ripped abdomen, where they soaked into the waistband of his low-slung jeans.
Oh, to be those bubbles!
Another moan, louder this time, erupted from her throat and drew Lon’s attention. Their eyes met across their adjacent driveways, and he flashed an all-American, 100 percent sexy grin.
“Hot, isn’t it?” His low voice vibrated like distant thunder, and Dana knew he wasn’t talking about the air temperature but rather the sexual tension that snapped and sizzled like a lightning strike between them. She almost could smell the ozone.
“Scorching,” she agreed. “Can I give you a hand with that?” She eyed the dripping sponge he held in his large hands.
“I was hoping you’d ask,” he said, with a grin. His ready acceptance of assistance lit a fire in her stomach. For months she’d watched Lon from afar, never exchanging more than a polite hello, never imagining she’d have a chance at anything more than a greeting. Dana glided across the driveway, tugged by the seductive promise of Lon’s gaze as if she were tethered to him, and he was reeling her in. Every step heightened her arousal. Her breasts felt heavy, her nipples tightened, and between her cream-slickened thighs, her swollen cunt pulsed hungrily.
Standing next to him, she could smell the detergent in the bucket and a manly, soapy scent that emanated from him, along with the even sexier aroma of clean sweat.
“Do you have another sponge?” she asked as she scanned the dark street for activity. No traffic. No late-night dog walkers. Perfect.
“You don’t need one.” Lon tossed his into the pail and propped his sexy ass against the car’s fender.
“No?” She ran a finger over his chest and circled the nipple. It perked under her touch. A sharp current of desire zinged through her clit. “What do I need?”
“You need cock,” Lon said and unzipped his pants. 


CONTEST:  What do you think? Are cougar relationships hot? Or not? Why? Post your answer, leave your email address, and I’ll select one lucky winner on Friday, January 27, 2012 to receive a $5 gift certificate to Loose Id.

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Friday, January 20, 2012

Just One of The Girls...with Sascha Illyvich

One of The Girls...
with Sascha Illyvich

I’m a male romance writer; I’ve come to terms with making no bones about that! But I had a realization about not only my writing career but about the friends in my life. As the old cliché goes, I tend to have more female friends (to my significant other’s chagrin!) than male ones. Most men irritate me honestly and even though I’m quite the man’s man (I can camp, cook, talk tech, money) I don’t do cars much. A very Loved One of mine is into fixing cars, like my brother. Now she and I are also into guns and swords and things like that, and if a bunch of us went out partying one night, she’d be “one of the guys.”

Sounds fine, right? No big deal.

Now turn the tables. Let’s say I’ve been invited to go out with the girls and we have a good time. Everything’s above board, right? Conversation starts and I have a LOT to say, as I’m sure you can imagine.

Of course when it comes to guy things, I’m the “resident guy” obviously. But the thing is, I don’t hold your average man’s opinion. I’m a little more sympathetic in some cases, a lot less in others. And when in larger groups I tend to bond more with women.

The realization hit me that I might be “one of the girls.”

Not every woman in my life knows I cross dress. In fact there are a few who are downright frightened at how good I look in women’s lingerie! That aside though (My handler at
DragonCON has pictures!) the thought kind of unnerved me.

Mostly because I’m a man, I suppose. I never really thought about it. My girlfriends tell me I’m not as disgusting or cruel as typical men. I’ll admit it; I’m actually a bit of a neat freak. I hate the fact that I have to let go of cleaning my studio once a week in favor of writing. It bugs me.

But I wear my facial hair neat. I shower daily. I don’t burp or fart in public for the entire world to hear. I like to think that dressing nice is for me as much as it is for anyone I’m with. I tend to give advice to other women about their male problems and my advice tends to usually make sense.

If that makes me “one of the girls” so be it, I suppose. Of course it also makes me privy to shit I don’t always want to know. I don’t think most women need me to explain that one…

I told my best friend of almost 18 years that I think I’m one of the girls and she said “Dear, did you just figure this out?” I’m not kidding! I have the text message on my phone to prove it!

I’ll admit, I am kind of obsessed over my hair. It’s just above my hips but I want it longer and thicker and to not have split ends. That’s not because I’m girly, it’s because I label myself a metalhead. And not one of those fru-fru 1980’s bullshit spandex pansies, either. (Fact is, my hair looks really good and I LIKE it long!)  In fact, I just trimmed it myself for the first time.  Thankfully the red is still in (I'm a natural platinum blonde) so I can see it better but I obsessed for two days, asking both my GF and my tobacconist if it looked okay!

I have a pension for female metal, my latest obsession is a band from Norway called Sirenia. Before that, it was Tristania (actually the same band) but they have death/black metal elements in their symphonic/gothic styles that I dig. I still intend to base a heroine off Angela Gascow from Arch Enemy. (Gotta love that death growl!) Before that, I was (and still am) obsessed with Cristina from Lacuna Coil. Her voice just makes me want to fuck…

See? That’s a male response! I like to think of myself as very secure in who I am. Even if I’m not sure that peach is my color…

So what say you, ladies? Any of your male friends involved in such a manner in your lives that you could classify them as “one of the girls?” How do they feel about it?

CONTEST: one lucky commenter will win an e-copy of Playground on Jan 21st - leave your email addy in the comment so Sascha can reach the winner! Good luck!

Tonya:  Sascha, thank you so much for being my guest this week. We've had a blast and love that you'e One of The Girls, Hon! Muah! Readers, don't forget to leave a comment and your addy to be in the contest and now...let's chat about our guy friends who can easily be 'one of the girls'!

Wednesday, January 18, 2012

More From The Bad Boy of Romance

Welcome Back!!

Tonya:  Thank you for returning. I knooooow you wanted to learn more about our local Bad Boy! *wicked laugh* Well he's back to share more with us and give a little insight into his world. Yep, you guessed it...better grab that drink because you won't want to leave once you get started reading here!
     Sascha, we love your books but want to know more about YOU. Let's be silly today. What would you wear if you were the heroine of a romance novel? *squirming in my chair and kicking my flogger under the table*

Sascha:  Thankfully something I can write where I don’t have to be drunk for it LOL! Seriously this is a tough question for two reasons. One, I’m the premiere source of romance stories for women and two, I’m a cross dressing male.
     I tend to look at lingerie in one of two ways.  Number one, what do I like? Well, I like boyshort panties, ruffled skirts, garter belts, chemises (own a few of each! And heels.  Don’t forget a sexy pair of stockings or three!
     Even in that sentence I still pictured myself there. It’s hard to separate sometimes the fetish from the participant.  So we’ll try here.
     If I were a heroine bent on seducing my hero, that makes me go even further into thought to know if I’m bisexual or is he? And if he is, then does he like other men, or is he into the traditional male fantasy of two women paying attention to him alone?
     I can’t do that. I’m the heroine for Goddess sake! So, we’re going to pretend he’s male, bisexual, and into men so I can watch, but then both men are into me so I can have fun!  Now, that being said, what am I wearing?
     Probably something crotchless. I like the look and feel of comfortable boyshort panties, in black of course. But I need to feel sexy and having that open exposure lets me feel free and wild as I am in the middle of a ménage with two hunky guys after all!  On top of that, I like a little mystery so there would probably be something elegant and classy, a lengthy chemise or babydoll would work. 
     Oh yes, and heels. I can walk in four inch heels but remember, for the purpose of this blog, I need to entice and remember that I’m the heroine!  A Very sexy heroine like the ones Alexandria Rayne writes about. *wink* So I can walk in six inch stilettos. Hey, I know it hurts but it’s totally worth it!  And I’d have those panties with garters so I could wear my stockings and get all my delights in a glorious mess.
     So to recap, we’re thinking black. It’s a classic color, it draws the eyes to my good points and is elegant. Remember, we’re talking about open and free sexuality from the romance novel writer’s perspective!
     One of the things I've noticed that rarely happens in romance novels is the exclusion of lingerie. Typically the heroine wears either practical or "basic" seductive, meaning she'll have the standard dress, thong or some thin scrap of material covering her delicious bits and a matching bra. If she's a practical heroine, comfort is her style. Hell, even I did this when I wrote Sonja from Burning for Derrick, she is first found in her dressing room (She's a lead singer for a death metal band) in a black matching bra and panty set but I put her in lace boyshort cut panties. Derrick the puma and ex spy definitely found the petite, curvy and mouthy singer sexy but that scene was only a step towards creating sexual tension.
     In A Christmas Favour, my heroine Angela used lingerie to seduce Christian. But there wasn't a huge to do over it nor did I describe it in depth.

Tonya: Wow! Ummm...all I can say is HOT! Readers, he's open to questions so fire away! Sascha, once again, thank you so much for visiting with us!

CONTEST:  one lucky commenter will win an e-copy of Playground on Jan 21st - leave your email addy in the comment so Sascha can reach the winner! Good luck!

Monday, January 16, 2012

Sascha Illyvich - Bad Boy of Romance!

Please help me welcome....
Sascha Illyvich
The Bad Boy of Romance!!

      Readers, grab yourself a beverage, get comfy and let's get started. Sascha, welcome and I'm so excited that you stopped in this week to join us. I've had fun getting to know you a LOT better and glad I did. Your background is crazy with all you do! I'm not sure how you find time to write!

Sascha: Proclaimed by the Publishing industry as the Bad Boy of Romance, I started writing twelve years ago.  My erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, as well nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio.
     I host the Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata and continue to write for Sizzler Editions and Total E-bound.  Readers can find my work, plus free reads at 
     I edit for Sizzler Editions Intoxication Erotic Romance line and I’m also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us at

Tonya: You're going to share with us you take on the Male POV in romance writing. Authors, get that pen and paper ready for note taking!

Sascha:  One of the biggest issues female romance writers have is writing from the Male POV. As authors, we may often ask our spouses about behavior issues. We’re often left stumbling when our spouses can’t give us an exact answer, as is usually the case in dealing with the male mind.

Female author:  “Honey, why do you men behave in X fashion?”

Male Spouse:  “Hell if I know.” Or a grunt or shoulder shrug for the response.

     This doesn’t help anyone at all and then when the female romance novelist goes to find information, she’s confronted with a myriad of blogs, studies, postings, and an overwhelming amount of news that would make anyone scream!
     Being a male romance author, I’ve seen some of the information the female gender shares about us and I must say much of it is inaccurate BUT I happen to be slightly biased. Most of my friends are female; I am engrossed in this genre as a writer and hardly deal with men outside the cigar/wine industry. In fact, I had a post on how I’m often one of the girls because I don’t behave like a typical male.
     Back to the writing, when we’re talking about male POV we’re really talking about the same thing in both genders, especially when we break down the story’s plot. Romance is basically very simple:

     Two people come together because they listen to their hearts.  But men are taught to ignore feelings in order to forage for survival. Women often are taught to go with their instincts, which can be emotionally based. If something feels wrong, it probably is.
     The disconnect in romance creates conflict. IE, I can’t be with her, I’ll fall in love and she might hurt me. Or vice versa with the women.  But what we need to realize is that our males, oftentimes played as jaded heroes have inner issues that we must address and utilize to forward plot. We’re taking that inner angst from men that usually comes out as vitriol and realizing that it’s truly passion. There are underlying reasons for their behavior that usually stem from the past and create our way of being. When we identify the reasons for them, we can let our heroines see a little more into the man and why he’s who he is.  It’s up to her then to help him grow, not change. 

     Routinely, I teach courses on Male POV for Romance authors with course information found here. Feel free to pop on over to see the syllabus and find out when and where I’m scheduled to teach!

Tonya:  Sascha, thank you for being here this week and we all look forward to chatting with you these next few days.
     Readers, leave a comment or question for our Bad Boy and be sure to come back tomorrow to read what else he has in store for us. I promise you'll learn more about Sascha. Don't forget to visit his websites, follow him on Twitter and FB!

CONTEST:  one lucky commenter will win a e-copy of Playground on Jan 21st - leave your email addy in the comment so Sascha can reach the winner! Good luck!

Monday, January 9, 2012

Release Party for Book 4 with Tonya Kinzer

Thank you for coming!

     *Holding the door open for you* Thank you for taking the time visit and party with us. Sondra and Nick have joined us for the week and are both tending bar so be sure to stop and chat with them. They're serving up champagne, Bailey's, margaritas, dark beer and about anything your little heart the way of drinks! Anything else has to be taken up with The Boss! *wink*  Although, with a bit of proper begging, I'm sure Nick would be happy to accommodate any request! Be sure to say hi to the other guests as you make your way through the crowd.

      I'm so excited that you've stopped in to check out information on book four. Thank you. I want you to help me celebrate the release of Their Submissive Switch, book four in The Boss's Pet series! The book IS NOW available at Smashwords and will be on Amazon by Saturday, and later on B & N and MORE. I promise you won't be disappointed in this much awaited release that just might be rated a six plus on the heat scale!

Reviewers:  Please email me at tonyakinzer at and I would be happy to send you your requested format. Thank you so much!!

Release contest: Leave a comment below with your email addy to be in the drawing for TWO $15 gift cards to the e-book site of your choice: Amazon, B & N, All Romance E-bucks!! Leave your choice in your comment.Drawing to be held Jan 21st!

For your reading pleasure, here is an excerpt of book four:

(WARNING:  Not for the faint of heart - this is NOT your mother's romance novel *wink*)

Forcing herself to remove her bra and panties, she knew she needed to change into her leather corset, fishnets, gloves and black heels. The feel of the warm leather against her skin made her feel so sexy, knowing Nick loved seeing her breasts protruding from the nipple holes in the bra. Even now, her nipples hardened as she tweaked them the same way her Master would; she squeezed them as hard and as long as she could manage, knowing it helped her endure what he would do.
Pleasing Him got her so excited; she loved posing in the positions He described for her, like long would she have to be on her hands and knees waiting until He came through the door?
She collected her tweezer nipple clamps with the red feathers, the new flogger, ball gag, her largest vibrator and her wet thong, and then sauntered out to His end table. With careful attention, she displayed the items in the order He would want each of them. She knew her wet thong would be first; He’d pick it up, hold it to His nose and breathe in her musky scent. Men loved the smell of damp thongs! Next would be her nipple clamps, then the ball gag, flogger and vibrator.
Quickly, Sondra went to the kitchen for His glass of Single Barrel Jack Daniels and poured it over ice, taking it back to His end table.
Then she glanced at the clock.
Five minutes to spare.
Carefully, she got on her hands and knees in front of His chair with her back to his view...or rather, her ass. She spread her knees as far apart as she could handle, then balanced herself on her forearms, palms up, forehead to the carpet...and waited, listening.
The carpet tickled her hard nipples; her own punishment.
The garage door sounded and her heart began to race, knowing soon she’d hear His footsteps in the kitchen. He’d probably be able to smell her scent even from that distance.
The back door closed ever so quietly.
Blood pounded in her ears. Even for as long as they’d been doing this, each time was like the first time. The excitement sparked along her nerves and made her juices flow before she was ready.
His keys hit the table by the back door.
His footsteps sounded softly on the kitchen tile as he made his way toward her.
Slow deep breaths still didn’t calm her racing heart. She wanted whatever Her Master had in mind for her. Pleasing Him was priority number one.
Suddenly His footsteps stopped at His chair and He groaned aloud. She knew that satisfied groan of His. As He moved to sit down, His shoe bumped the toe of her high heels, causing her to jump and she waited for Nick to scold her but nothing came of it.
The ice in His drink sounded as He took a sip. She imagined the amber liquid seeping over His tongue and she wanted so bad to taste that right now, but...He knew that. He knew she loved the taste of Single Barrel, the smooth burn, the cool feel of his tongue as He swirled it over hers.
Waiting seemed the hardest part but moving before He gave her permission would bring on the flogger and she wasn’t ready for that just yet.
“Tip your hips more, slut....that’s it. Gawd I love seeing you like this...your knees so far apart that it separates your lips and cheeks to show me exactly what I rushed home to see.”
The ice in His glass sounded again and she wanted a taste so bad.
Suddenly icy cold hit her lower back, tracing even lower and she gritted her teeth, feeling the melting ice trickle down between her cheeks, over her hot pussy but she knew not to moan.
“The red welts on your ass will recede in a day or so...unless you require more this evening.”
He groaned again and she imagined his gaze taking in the red welts against her milky white skin, making them appear more prominent.
“I can see your nipples love the rough carpet. That should harden them for the clamps later.”
She heard him place something on the floor between her feet.
“Reach your hand back for me and take up that huge vibrator. With as wet as you appear to be, it should slip in with ease. I want to watch.”
He couldn’t be serious? Her fingers couldn’t even wrap around the entire thing!