Aspen Mountain Press knows how to pick the hot romance writers. The latest is Jade Rivers. What Women Read has an excerpt from the Road to Romance spread about Jade here.
Here's a few cool facts about Jade from RtR:
TURN-ONS: Really loud motorcycles. TURNOFFS: Anorexic sex symbols.
MY IDEAL EVENING: Winning Colin Farrel (sp?) in a charity bachelor auction for $5.00. MY WEAK SPOT: HA! Like I'd tell you.
"My mother would tell you, 'Jade’s a natural-born prevaricator, fabricator, and all-around manipulator of the facts.' She’s been saying that ever since I could talk, but I don’t think she strictly means it in a nice way."
Jade Rivers' latest erotic romance eBook, Shattered Legacy is at Aspen Mountain Press. Here's an excerpt:
Excerpt of Jade Rivers's Shattered Legacy
A sleek brunette parked at a corner table waved him into the seat opposite her, smiling and gesturing at a steaming cup of coffee. He gratefully sank into a plush ginger side chair, the type you always see in cozy coffee shops.
Leaning forward, she poised the cream pitcher above his cup, raising her eyebrows. He nodded and she poured generously. Bobbing his head at her offer of sugar, he stirred while she added three heaping teaspoons, then tentatively sipped. It was heavenly. His brain cells stretched and snapped to attention, all systems go. “I hope to God you’re Hilary Scott. If not, I’m prepared to pay a premium for the seat and coffee.” She laughed and he was enchanted by the smooth richness of her voice, like maple syrup pouring from a warm pitcher. Sean had a huge appreciation for vocal elegance, spoken or sung. He reached across the table and offered his frozen appendage. She grasped it decisively in a firm, warm grip, pumping straight up and straight down, no nonsense. Smiling, she said in that incredible voice, “Hilary Scott, at your service. I prefer Hil.” He smiled in return. “It‘s a pleasure, and thanks for the coffee. How did you know it was me?”
“I saw the cab pull up. I seriously doubt any of the regulars are desperate enough to call a cab in weather like this, no matter how good the coffee is.”
Sean smiled and acknowledged the truth in her logic. “So where would you like to start?” She was direct. “I would like to know a little more about you first, if you don’t mind.” She chuckled, “Aside from the fact that you’re a snappy dresser, I haven’t had time to learn anything, so be thorough.”
Snatching off his day-glo orange cap, he stuffed it deep into his coat pocket. Sean usually shopped at thrift stores. For winter, warmth was his highest priority, not style. Determined to answer her question directly, he drew a deep breath and launched into his abbreviated Bio. “Ok, I’m Sean O' Riley. I was born in Queens, son of an Irish cop and a schoolteacher, both first generation American. My grandparents immigrated to America in the 30’s, both sides. My father died in the line of duty when I was 11, so I grew up in the shadow of a Hero. I broke a lot of rules in high school, and spent a lot of time working things out. I started college late and majored in criminal justice, trying to measure up to a ghost. I was unhappy as a cop, too sympathetic to the human condition. I met a man with a plan, he introduced me to Bishop Grant in New York, and the rest is history. I investigate matters of relevance and importance to the church and it’s affiliates in the Tri-state area, everything from desperate deacons dipping into the tithe box to—well, murder.” She frowned, taken aback by such unexpected candor, then smiled frostily. “That pretty well explains your presence here. So, the Archdiocese is pushing its own law-enforcement these days… Are they going to make this difficult for the state authorities?”
Sean raised his eyebrows in an unspoken question. She explained; “It’s highly probable that the killer is local, possibly even in the school’s own administration. St. Catherine’s is a closed campus, and the placement of the body suggests that the killer has a case of rather extreme moral indignation. I don’t want someone trying to direct my investigation away from valid suspects just to save face.”
I asked Ingrid Darzins for a bio. She sent this crap...
I'm originally from Chicago, but lived many wonderful years in Texas and now in Colorado. My husband Al and I have 3 kids, two dogs, and far too many inlaws. I currently teach at a charter school in the Denver area and look forward to being with my students every day... their parents might be another story altogether.
It just so happens that I met Ingrid at a dinner party last Saturday. She's a whole lot more exciting than that...
Ingrid has visited Latvia several times in her life, at least once during communist rule. She attended the baptism of a cousin in a boarded up church in the middle of the night. A guy showed her his Rolex in a hot tub in Sturgis. She's smart, funny and really enjoys teaching. She's got three books planned for this series and the story line might not go the way you think it's going to go. Ingrid wears sparkly gold mascara and now enjoys Mexican Coca Cola. She knows she would get any final Jeopardy question right if the category was Henry the 8th. Now wasn't my version more interesting?
It had not been a good day by any stretch of the imagination and the sun had barely crested the horizon. It was only 7:05
That’s the problem with finding bodies in the copy room, ruins your whole day. Doesn't do much for the owner of the body either.
Rose was not going to look, absolutely not going to turn her head in that direction. If she knew the person who was sprawled across the copy machine, she was going to be sick. Actually, even if she didn’t know the victim she was going to be sick. (On reflection, tossing those cookies she had scarfed for breakfast might not be such a bad thing).
No, no, no, no looking.
She looked. Bad move.
Perhaps if she concentrated on something else while she endeavored to settle her stomach: men, sex, chocolate?
Maybe she should call someone? What did Hercule Poirot do when he stumbled across a corpse of recent vintage? Twirl his mustache? (Actually, that was possible for her too—note to self—make appointment for electrolysis immediately.)
Perhaps it was a dummy set out by some students who would pay dearly for this prank. No, too much blood for that. (Hold on tummy- concentrate.)
Maybe if she just closed her eyes and did what she came here to do the illusion of mayhem would fade into the mist and she could pretend that all those éclairs she had for dinner last night had finally rotted her brain.
Yes! That would do the trick. Copy that killer of a test for third period. Perhaps she might consider rephrasing that. Close your eyes and make LOTS of copies. Think positive.
It was just that the body in question was slumped over the big copier, the one that did two sided copying and, well, as long as there had to be a corpse, couldn’t it be sprawled somewhere a bit more convenient? The cafeteria perhaps. The food there was so vile that bodies lying about should be a common sight anyway.
“Miss Hill,” a quiet voice at her side murmured, “Shall I call downstairs for some help?”
Has your writing been sitting on some editor's slush pile for a year? Do you have a novel gathering dust in the drawer? Do you just know that your characters will touch the hearts of readers if you could just get their story into their hands? You are not alone.
Here's a bit of the Detroit Free Press article...
The first erotic romance is probably painted on a cave wall somewhere. Talking about sex is nothin' new.
But frank and lusty sex scenes are new when it comes to mainstream romance fiction.
Even a few years ago, the contemporary romances that included premarital sex between the hero and heroine were heavier on the tension than the actual act.
Enter a gifted Tampa erotica writer and single mom, Tina Engler, who couldn't get a New York publisher to take her explicit stories. So, in the spirit of being responsible for your own orgasmic literature, Engler turned to the Web and the promise of e-books.
The result was Ellora's Cave, the imprint she founded in 2000. She published her own stories as Jaid Black, and soon began to publish other writers. She added paperback versions in 2003.
Ellora's Cave today has more than 200 authors with more than 1,100 titles. In the first quarter of 2006, they sold more than 67,000 e-books and more than 13,000 paperbacks, says Susan Edwards, vice president of media relations.
"We like to think we started the storm," says Raelene Gorlinsky, managing editor. "And we hope we're successful at it."
Looking for more information about Romance eBook publishing? Check out Realms of Love for romance author chats, Aspen Mountain Press for an awesome eBook editor and What Women Read for romance eBook news and reviews.
Here's a snippet of the review of the romance bdsm novel:
"Ms. Storey created an incredible set of characters, bringing them to life for me. I felt for them. I cheered their actions, and felt their pain. A beautiful story of how a loving, trusting relationship can be fulfilling without restricting one’s freedom and growth."
Jinger Heaston has won quite a few awards for her cover art for romance and erotica eBook covers. Customers include Aspen Mountain Press Rayne Forrest and Lauren N. Sharman.
Many erotica writers at Siren Puiblishing have Jinger's covers on their books.
I am participating in a blogging experiment hosted at dearauthor.com. To enter the contest, put up this blurb, image, and trackback and you are entered to win the following prize package.
$200 Amazon gift certificate
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You can read about the experiment here and you can download the code that you need to participate here.
SLAVE TO SENSATION Nalini Singh Berkley / September 2006
Welcome to a future where emotion is a crime and powers of the mind clash brutally against those of the heart.
Sascha Duncan is one of the Psy, a psychic race that has cut off its emotions in an effort to prevent murderous insanity. Those who feel are punished by having their brains wiped clean, their personalities and memories destroyed.
Lucas Hunter is a Changeling, a shapeshifter who craves sensation, lives for touch. When their separate worlds collide in the serial murders of Changeling women, Lucas and Sascha must remain bound to their identities…or sacrifice everything for a taste of darkest temptation.
Realms of Love and Phaze Books are excited to announce the monthly Phaze Books Author Chat at Realms of Love.
Phaze Books is a publisher of Romantic and Women’s Erotica in eBook and print. Realms of Love is a community of Romance readers and writers featuring romance reviews, news and writer chats.
The chat will be held the third Monday of every month. The inaugural chat is August 21 at 9 PM Eastern/ 6 PM Pacific.
M. Fox Leyden's dark, yet humorous short story, Vengeance features God's hitman, George Kinney. "Vengeance is mine," sayeth the Lord, "but every once in a while I loan it out to my good friend George Kinney."
Across Time by Rayne Forrest has gathered awesome reviews. This sexy romance has been called, "a brilliantly written story with plenty of action and romance. - eCataromance".
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