tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-61621883193342910362024-03-05T00:52:28.196-08:00Bianca SwanEROTIC ROMANCEBianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-48507544365388987182010-10-29T06:44:00.000-07:002010-10-29T06:44:22.745-07:00Help 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.<br />
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</div><div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;">Toni Sweeney, another The Wild Rose Press author, is interviewing Damian at: <a href="http://www.tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2010/10/27_A_Hot_Spanish_Bullfighter_makes_for_Hot_Spanish_Nights.html">http://www.tonivsweeney.com/Blog/Entries/2010/10/27_A_Hot_Spanish_Bullfighter_makes_for_Hot_Spanish_Nights.html</a></div>There will be a drawing from comments for a HSN coffee mug with the sexy cover.<br />
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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.<br />
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<div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaii_Xi2RTYQ5kPvEaRqs7rmTA-w3FAxpy1eds41npTrOqeFZQqy76X6i36D4dTknYm_SgG2XwgznWl27eGFJQCWc_ySwIayibXvLu-yzRohKtABOjRzXxGmIZ7IDiLJRjQhfUQPgj4HC/s1600/HotSpanishNights_w4702_300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" nx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvaii_Xi2RTYQ5kPvEaRqs7rmTA-w3FAxpy1eds41npTrOqeFZQqy76X6i36D4dTknYm_SgG2XwgznWl27eGFJQCWc_ySwIayibXvLu-yzRohKtABOjRzXxGmIZ7IDiLJRjQhfUQPgj4HC/s1600/HotSpanishNights_w4702_300.jpg" /></a>Happy Halloween, everyone!</div>Bianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-19133771187642779662010-10-06T17:25:00.000-07:002010-10-06T17:25:54.076-07:00Wilde-isms for fun<div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5SM6wzVqvyM9rgoVdzUtT-e1wdP5gBk7KQTUHd5fi3qjX1h_D_xOsiG4pBZBohaeXq88EC9sR8X-F99Btj-dIjsZYB_T12QzNwlbTcdcyWHnzVMAWVYoo4tG5B0bj-cuVCRjlNV7B2dv/s1600/background.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" ex="true" height="232" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhn5SM6wzVqvyM9rgoVdzUtT-e1wdP5gBk7KQTUHd5fi3qjX1h_D_xOsiG4pBZBohaeXq88EC9sR8X-F99Btj-dIjsZYB_T12QzNwlbTcdcyWHnzVMAWVYoo4tG5B0bj-cuVCRjlNV7B2dv/s320/background.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">A man's face is his autobiography. A woman's face is her work of fiction.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">A poet can survive everything but a misprint.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">A true friend stabs you in the front.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">A work of art is the unique result of a unique temperament.</span></span> <br />
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<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Ah, well, then I suppose I shall have to die beyond my means.</span></span> <br />
<span class="body"><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;">Alas, I am dying beyond my means.</span></span> <br />
<span class="bodybold"><a href="http://www.brainyquote.com/quotes/quotes/o/oscarwilde141069.html"><span style="color: #0011ff; font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"><strong>Oscar Wilde</strong></span></a><strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"> </span></strong></span>Bianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-40912376215308177662010-09-27T19:04:00.000-07:002010-09-27T19:04:51.179-07:00Hot Spanish Nights Trailer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dxyAzslP6iCOqp54AU5rR86fkul9Ocy6NKj6nNfqq-END5QGA5jRTx8zba9-Aky1ubNVdRZu-puxzMqO8iNbg' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></div>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.Bianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-49709660290982395112010-09-25T16:17:00.000-07:002010-09-25T16:17:44.221-07:00RELEASE DAY!!Hot Spanish Nights is scheduled for release on October 29, 2010. WOOHOO! Grab a fan! Now don't crowd in line to buy! ha haBianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-638435682749515022010-09-22T07:11:00.000-07:002010-09-22T07:11:09.649-07:00HOT SPANISH NIGHTS COVER<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OAN-J6Ma-bRR-lg70sM_wlozcfAqhAm-3XA-CtvYGNvQJgGNBNjiu3rP025srBbz8pSgQkuZCRGaA_Q2xslRRSjaYpMyMjwwpMhqCsX5eCf0bRviXRiPEcMly6nDSLlhEfHj62h7woc_/s1600/HotSpanishNights_w4702_680%5B1%5D.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" px="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh-OAN-J6Ma-bRR-lg70sM_wlozcfAqhAm-3XA-CtvYGNvQJgGNBNjiu3rP025srBbz8pSgQkuZCRGaA_Q2xslRRSjaYpMyMjwwpMhqCsX5eCf0bRviXRiPEcMly6nDSLlhEfHj62h7woc_/s320/HotSpanishNights_w4702_680%5B1%5D.JPG" /></a></div>I got my cover for Hot Spanish Nights today. Angela Anderson with The Wild Rose Press has done a wonderful job! Bianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6162188319334291036.post-35889042001232535472010-09-18T07:08:00.000-07:002010-09-18T07:08:03.865-07:00Hot Spanish Nights<img border="0" qx="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZmTcj44WUp8dDxYm5NQrLrq35vyPn6gZTjQStzwSeHHaHGOozrRKc9fy8alLpDMXvFBUW9V5lvrft7L-81vA3ybYxLz5kak16Rh0TSEK2SJNmO8p43BEfuLfogNrmD_KXY1E5KKrBZ7S/s320/Fotolia_11301845_S.jpg" /><br />
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Soon to be released by The Wild Rose Press:<br />
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Blurb:<br />
<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><strong><span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">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.</span></strong></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"><span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";">Excerpt:</span></div><span style="color: black; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Erica DeLongpre was living her fantasy.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">At last, she was in Spain, in Andalusia.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">And in lust.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Mustn’t let my imagination run away like this.</span></i></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">“Sit deep,” he said, and her fantasy became a reality as he slid closer.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">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.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">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.”</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; line-height: 12pt; margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-line-height-rule: exactly; mso-margin-bottom-alt: auto; mso-margin-top-alt: auto; mso-pagination: none; text-align: justify; text-indent: 0.3in;"><span style="color: black; font-family: "Century Schoolbook", "serif"; font-size: 11pt;">Thinking of becoming one with him—the man not the horse—caused the problem.</span><span style="color: blue;"></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt;"></div><div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbZmTcj44WUp8dDxYm5NQrLrq35vyPn6gZTjQStzwSeHHaHGOozrRKc9fy8alLpDMXvFBUW9V5lvrft7L-81vA3ybYxLz5kak16Rh0TSEK2SJNmO8p43BEfuLfogNrmD_KXY1E5KKrBZ7S/s1600/Fotolia_11301845_S.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"></a></div></span>Bianca Swanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11718152975810552342noreply@blogger.com1