Friday, October 29, 2010

Help me celebrate Release Day!

HOT SPANISH NIGHTS releases today.  I'm having a release day party at The Pink Fuzzy Slippers with fun prizes, including a download.  Since Damian, the hero, is a rejoneador, I have included a short blog on bullfighting.

Toni Sweeney, another The Wild Rose Press author, is interviewing Damian at:
There will be a drawing from comments for a HSN coffee mug with the sexy cover.

This is my first erotic release.  Previously, I had written paranormal.  I love this story because for years I bred, trained and showed Andalusian horses, and this story features these beautiful equine stars.

Happy Halloween, everyone!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Wilde-isms for fun

A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.

A poet can survive everything but a misprint.

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.

A true friend stabs you in the front.

A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.

Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.
Alas, I am dying beyond my means.
Oscar Wilde

Monday, September 27, 2010

Hot Spanish Nights Trailer

A preview of the story.  I wrote this novella originally for the Destination Pleasure line at The Wild Rose Press, but as I worked with my fantastic editor, it GREW beyond the work length, so Hot Spanish Nights will be released as a Miniature Scarlet Rose.  It is a multi-cultural erotic romance with quirky venues for sex and characters, I hope, who speak to the reader.  I am totally smitten with the hero, a rejoneador--a  bullfighter on horseback--because I am totally in love with the Andalusian (or Iberian) horse.

Saturday, September 25, 2010


Hot Spanish Nights is scheduled for release on October 29, 2010.  WOOHOO!  Grab a fan!  Now don't crowd in line to buy!  ha ha

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


I got my cover for Hot Spanish Nights today.  Angela Anderson with The Wild Rose Press has done a wonderful job! 

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Hot Spanish Nights

Soon to be released by The Wild Rose Press:

Southern vixen Erica DeLongpre journeys to Spain to find the horse of her dreams, never expecting to find a man capable of stirring her sexual awareness. Damián Xeres, a renowned bullfighter is deliciously skilled on a horse--and in bed.  But a woman from Damian's past rattles Erica's confidence and threatens the very essence of her trip. With Lucia waiting for the slightest chink in her armor, Erica can't help wonder what lies ahead in those Hot Spanish Nights.

Erica DeLongpre was living her fantasy.
At last, she was in Spain, in Andalusia.
And in lust.
She and tall, dark and handsome Damián Xérès rode the magnificent gray stallion bareback. This enticing man smelled of horses and leather, and he was all man, from the top of his head to the tips of his shiny riding boots—an enchanting journey of about six feet-two-inches. The horse’s silvery mane whipped in the breeze. Flowers spilled their scent into the morning. The sun on the white sand of the riding arena was blinding, like a dream.
She closed her eyes, pictured the man behind her. His brilliant white shirt, open at the neck, showed a sprinkling of dark hair on his chest. She leaned back pretending the strong arm lightly circling her waist hugged her tight against that muscled chest. As she rocked with the cadence of the horse’s canter, she imagined Damián’s firm, hot cock pressed to her butt. When she visualized how his erection would look in the tight riding breeches, a pleasant shiver glided over her.
Mustn’t let my imagination run away like this.
“Sit deep,” he said, and her fantasy became a reality as he slid closer.
His long legs molded to hers, stroked ever so slightly to the three-beat thud of hooves. Sweat broke on her brow. Her heart pounded in her ears, reverberating in her core. She should inch away from the hard pressure on her ass, but he felt too damned good. Images of turning around and doing him on the horse scrolled through her mind. She lost the rhythm of the stallion’s smooth gait and slid to the side.
Damián’s arm closed around her waist, steadying her. “We must work on your seat, Erica. You look beautiful on a horse, but you must become one with him.”
Thinking of becoming one with him—the man not the horse—caused the problem.