Tales from the Snark Side

Politics, schmolitics.

2012-01-27T18:46:00.000-05:00

I'm sick of politics. I'm disgusted by lies told by all sides of the aisle. I just want this latest election cycle to get over with so we can get back to talking about important stuff...

Like KITTEHS!

OT: Quilts and afghans for veterans.

2012-01-25T20:48:00.002-05:00

(Permission to forward.)

Attention quilters, crocheters, and knitters! :) My mom is working with someone from the James A. Haley VA Hospital in Tampa to gather quilts and afghans (up to 4'x6' for beds), lap robes (no fringe so it doesn't get caught in wheelchairs), and knitted/crocheted caps for patients. If you'd like to donate an item(s) please email me at tymberdalton@gmail.com for my mom's contact details. Let's support our troops!

Thanks!

Lesli. (aka Tymber)

What's your spooky story? (Glitches in the Matrix...)

2012-01-23T23:27:00.000-05:00

I cannot claim this to be an original idea. I got it from Chuck Wendig's Terrible Minds blog, and he got it from a Reddit thread. But I really liked it (not to mention was spooked by some of the responses) and decided hmm, I have a pretty wide range of readers. I bet they have some interesting stories to tell.

Have you ever had something happen that made you pause, like a spooky deja vu moment, or a weird occurrence that made you stop and wonder if some temporal or spacial "glitch" had happened? Like maybe the "program" has a bug in it, and what you're living in isn't the reality? (Or even something spooky you can't explain.)

Note: If you're a fan of the Matrix movies, apparently this is a theme in them, although I only remember a little of the first one and it was years ago when I saw it.

I know personally, I've had a bunch of deja vu experiences, all very benign. That's not uncommon for me at all. So let's hear your stories, share them so we can all be spooked by them. :)

Macy Largo & Tessa Monroe books

2012-01-23T17:07:00.000-05:00

I still get comments from readers who don't realize I've been published under more than one pen name. *smile* I've been published mostly as Tymber Dalton, but I am also published as Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe.

As Macy Largo, I wrote "Dead Moon Rising" (contemporary, paranormal, mmf) and "Sunset Hearts" (contemporary, suspense, mmf) for the American Heroes collection for Siren-BookStrand.

As Tessa Monroe, I wrote "Sarasota Steam" (historical, cowboy, mmf) for the Lost series. If you enjoyed that one, you might enjoy "Hernando Heat" (historical, cowboy, mfm) which I wrote as Tymber Dalton.

My first book published by Siren was "Cross Country Chaos" (as Lesli Richardson). I do have more books planned for that group of characters, I just haven't had time to write them yet.

You can find all my Siren books linked through my Tymber Dalton page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Shiny New Book Cover: "Love and Brimstone"

2012-01-23T10:59:00.001-05:00

I love getting shiny new book covers in my inbox! :) This is the cover for my book "Love and Brimstone, the first in the Brimstone vampire series, coming soon from Siren-BookStrand!!

What in the world...? Georgia Guidestones (American Stonehenge)

2012-01-20T11:39:00.001-05:00

Source: Wikipedia

I love watching the History Channel. They have a wide variety of shows. Including one called Ancient Aliens, that while I don't necessarily subscribe to the theories put forth, it interests me.

One site they featured on an episode is the Georgia Guidestones, also known to some as the American Stonehenge. I'd never heard of this site, which opened in 1980.

You know, it's really sad how there are so many people out there who can't just enjoy the fact that there are still some mysteries out there. Some people are claiming the monument is a sign of the Anti-Christ and that it's pushing a New World Order. Some people have actually defaced the monument. Regardless of what your feelings are on its origin or meaning, I think it's cool, although odd, that something like this was erected in our country under such a curtain of mystery. I think it's neat that, hopefully, some time in the future people might look back at this monument like we look at Stonehenge or the Nazca Lines and try to decipher it.

It's nice to know there are still genuine, albeit benign, mysteries out there in the world. (And yes, I feel a story germinating in my brain. LOL)

For more information, you can go to:

Two discounted titles!

2012-01-15T19:58:00.000-05:00

Siren-BookStrand has two of my backlist titles discounted for a limited time, so if you haven't bought them yet, now is the perfect opportunity:

"Three Dog Night" (Triple Trouble 3): http://www.bookstrand.com/three-dog-night (until January 21st)

"Love Slave for Two: Beginnings" (Prequel): http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-beginnings (until February 10th)

And if you haven't grabbed my latest release, "Contractual Obligation," you can find it at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/contractual-obligation

Thanks, and hope everyone had a safe weekend!

Loooong days, longer nights.

2012-01-12T10:50:00.000-05:00

Last week was a difficult week for me. Annie's funeral was on Thursday, then I got home from that to find out about the piracy of my books. (Yes, the person apologized for it, and yes, I do believe they're sorry and won't do it again.)

No, not a good day, for sure. I'm not really ready to talk about the funeral yet, although I do want to write a post about it sooner rather than later. Annie was a wonderful woman, and the funeral home was literally overflowing by several hundred people. I'm...still processing. And anyone who's followed me for a while knows that grief is an extremely difficult thing for me to process.

I feel like I'm losing my mind right now.

The fibro flare I'm in isn't helping either. And, oh joy, let's add insomnia to the list of symptoms. The past three nights, I haven't been able to get to sleep until after 3 a.m. and this is killing me. I don't mind the occasional intentional staying up late on the weekend, like for a play party or whatever, but this consistent insomnia is killing me. Yes, I am normally a night owl. However, I'm still waking up at my normal time. Sometimes I could get a couple more hours sleep, sometimes not, and this erratic sleep schedule is hell on a fibromyalgic.

On the other hand, at least I'm making good, steady progress on book four in my Triple Trouble series. (Working title: Triple Dog Dare.) The bridge book is turned in and my tentative release date from Siren is March 26th, so yay! :) I'm hoping to have book 4 turned in by the end of this month. I'm going to have four releases in the span of about seven weeks. Wow!!!

To celebrate this, I'm giving away an e-reader next month on my newsletter group, so make sure you sign up to stay posted on that.

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/

If you're a member of the list, you can also access the calendar where I'm listing release dates and other events:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/cal

Also, I would greatly appreciate it if you'd sign and share the petition I created to get Goodreads to remove the ability to add e-book files to book listings to help prevent file piracy:

http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/goodreads/

And don't forget to visit my Facebook page and click the Like button. (I prefer, due to Facebook's restrictions on the number of friends, that you like my page rather than friend my profile. Plus, my profile will clog your feed with pictures and miscellaneous stuff, whereas I keep my page mostly focused on my writing and related information.) Yes, I know it says Lesli Richardson. Facebook won't let me change the name because I have over 100 followers. *sigh* But that is my official Tymber Dalton Facebook page.

http://www.facebook.com/tymberdalton

Goodreads petition against piracy.

2012-01-06T14:29:00.000-05:00

Did you know a Goodreads librarian can upload an e-book file to a book page? I found this out after discovering (thanks to a reader giving me a heads-up) that over a year ago, a Goodreads librarian had illegally uploaded several of my ebook files.

Not only did I not know this was possible, I've since found out from a lot of authors, and librarians on the Goodreads site, that they didn't even know this was possible!

I've started a petition to get Goodreads to disable the "add ebook" feature from their site. Basically, this feature helps promote piracy.

http://www.ipetitions.com/petition/goodreads/

Please feel free to share this link, and thank you for signing!!

Old and new.

2012-01-04T22:37:00.000-05:00

I'm not sad to see last year go. My grandfather died, and a good friend of mine found out she had terminal cancer. Since we lost her on New Year's Day, technically she died this year, but the last two months of last year truly sucked. Her funeral is tomorrow, and Hubby, Sir, and I are going.

It's going to be a very, very sad day, even though we've been mourning her, in essence, for weeks now since she never really recovered from her surgery. I sat with her in the mornings for the two weeks she was in Moffitt and went with her to her radiation treatments, it was the least I could do. It's hard to believe we're never going to hear her beautiful laugh again. She was truly a mentor to me when we got into the lifestyle, and it was through her and her husband that we met Sir.

On the other hand, we all know she wouldn't want us sitting around on our asses and moping. Life goes on, for the living. If I survive this damn fibro flare I'm in right now (thanks to stress and a cold weather snap) I'm going to have four books (as of right now) coming out with Siren in early 2012, including the long-awaited bridge book to the Triple Trouble series. "Fire and Ice" is tentatively slated for an April release, which leaves me now working on books 4-6 in the series.

May 2012 be a better year for all of us.

Release Day for "Contractual Obligation"

2012-01-02T17:48:00.000-05:00

I'm pleased to announce that my latest book, "Contractual Obligation," is now available:

http://www.bookstrand.com/contractual-obligation

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, light BDSM, spanking, sex toys]Harper’s father has issued her an ultimatum—quit working herself to death and have fun, or he’ll oust her as CEO of their company. She thinks hiring Doug to be her assistant and play her boyfriend is the answer to all her problems, until she finds out about his secret.

Deep in debt from medical bills, Doug’s parents are losing their home. Going to work for Harper is the answer to Doug’s prayers. Yes, it means pretending to be Harper’s boyfriend. That’s a small price to pay. Unfortunately, it also means he has to say good-bye to Tate, his boyfriend and the man he loves.

Tate doesn’t hate Harper when he finds out why Doug went to work for her—and broke up with him. Can he gain Harper’s trust and convince her Doug had good intentions…and that Doug’s contractual obligation can easily become a two-hunk deal?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Happy New Year, writing advice

2012-01-01T17:31:00.000-05:00

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope you had a safe and happy one.

I love Chuck Wendig. His from-the-hip, snarkalicious style is fantastic. As such, I refer you today to his recent post, 25 Things Writers Should Stop Doing.

Join me tomorrow for a chat at Beth Wylde's Yahoogroup!

2011-12-28T13:01:00.000-05:00

Join me tomorrow (Thursday, 12/29) at Beth Wylde's Yahoogroup for a day of excerpts, previews, fun, and prizes!!

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/bethwylde/

Hope to see you there!!

My favorite thesaurus.

2011-12-27T17:27:00.000-05:00

I was reminded yet again today why I luuurrrrve Roget's and it's my preferred thesaurus. I have the fourth edition that I always go to, revised by Robert L. Chapman. The one I have has served me since high school. Once you learn how to navigate it, you'll likely treasure it the way I do.

MAJOR "don't" for Facebook users.

2011-12-27T09:58:00.000-05:00

And this mini-rant is inspired by yet another asshat who sent me a friends request on Facebook, and then proceeded to post a link to THEIR site on MY wall, and having the balls to also ask me to tell "all my friends" about it.

ONE MORE TIME...

IT IS NOT OKAY FOR YOU TO POST LINKS TO YOUR SITES ON SOMEONE ELSE'S WALL WITHOUT ASKING THEM FIRST! It makes you a spammer and an asshat.

/rant off.

Did you get an e-book reader under the tree?

2011-12-26T17:00:00.000-05:00

Are you one of the lucky ones who got your very first e-book reader or tablet (where you can install e-reader apps) under the tree? Regardless of the brand, there are many similarities and you should know a few basic facts.

1. You are NOT locked into only buying e-books from the reader's manufacturer. You only need e-books formatted to work on your particular reader. For example, .prc works on Kindle, .epub works on nook and Kobo, etc. You can buy books from many legitimate sources, such as directly from independent publishers and authorized third-party outlets (like BookStrand.com, AllRomanceEbooks.com, Smashwords.com or CoffeeTimeRomance.com). Some third-party retailers even offer a service to email files directly to your device. (But make sure your account is set up to accept those emails or they won't reach your device!)

2. If your reader comes with a USB cable, you can drag and drop files easily from your computer to your reader. Some readers come with Wi-Fi and not a cable. In that case, refer to your reader's instructions on how to transfer files.

3. If you find an e-book you really want, but can only get it in say .pdf format, you can use the Calibre conversion software (free) at http://calibre-ebook.com/ and convert it to your reader's format.

4. There are tons of LEGALLY available, free e-books at: http://www.gutenberg.org/ And careful searches of bestseller lists on Amazon, nook, and other authorized resellers will reveal free e-books there, too.

Enjoy your new toy! :)

"Stoneface" now in print!

2011-12-23T09:40:00.000-05:00

Woot! My book "Stoneface" is now available in print!!

http://www.amazon.com/Stoneface-Siren-Publishing-Menage-Amour/dp/1619263092/

Yay! "Contractual Obligation" available for pre-order!

2011-12-22T22:59:00.000-05:00

Finally, some happy news in my corner of the world. My latest release, "Contractual Obligation," is now available for pre-order:

http://www.bookstrand.com/contractual-obligation

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, light BDSM, spanking, sex toys]

Harper’s father has issued her an ultimatum—quit working herself to death and have fun, or he’ll oust her as CEO of their company. She thinks hiring Doug to be her assistant and play her boyfriend is the answer to all her problems, until she finds out about his secret.

Deep in debt from medical bills, Doug’s parents are losing their home. Going to work for Harper is the answer to Doug’s prayers. Yes, it means pretending to be Harper’s boyfriend. That’s a small price to pay. Unfortunately, it also means he has to say good-bye to Tate, his boyfriend and the man he loves.

Tate doesn’t hate Harper when he finds out why Doug went to work for her—and broke up with him. Can he gain Harper’s trust and convince her Doug had good intentions…and that Doug’s contractual obligation can easily become a two-hunk deal?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Sneak Peek: Adult Excerpt from "Contractual Obligation"

2011-12-17T10:27:00.001-05:00

I've posted an exclusive adult excerpt sneak peek for my upcoming novel, "Contractual Obligation," on my Yahoogroup:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/

Blurb:

Harper's father has issued her an ultimatum: quit working herself to death andhave fun, or he'll oust her as CEO of their company. She thinks hiring Doug tobe her assistant and play her boyfriend is the answer to all her problems, untilshe finds out about his secret.

Deep in debt from medical bills, Doug's parents are losing their home. Going towork for Harper is the answer to Doug's prayers. Yes, it means pretending to beHarper's boyfriend. That's a small price to pay. Unfortunately, it also means hehas to say goodbye to Tate, his boyfriend, and the man he loves.

Tate doesn't hate Harper when he finds out why Doug went to work for her—andbroke up with him. Can he gain Harper's trust and convince her Doug had goodintentions…and that Doug's contractual obligation can easily become a two-hunkdeal?

Thanks!

Coming to terms.

2011-12-11T12:43:00.000-05:00

It's difficult coming to terms with the death of a loved one. Especially when the loved one is dying before you, you can reach out to touch them, but you aren't sure of if they can even hear you.

A very dear friend of ours has terminal cancer. Hubby and I actually met and became friends with Sir as a result of meeting our friend and her husband. They are very dear, sweet people. Not just friends, but mentors, and it's not an exaggeration to say they are the glue that holds our social group together.

I take the morning shifts during the week. (They got her moved to a cancer center closer to where I live, and it's difficult for her family to get there first thing in the morning.) She can eat (we have to feed her) and is in no pain, but she is not verbal and barely responsive at all.

She is a tiny woman who normally fills up a room with her beautiful personality. I can hear her laugh and voice in my head, in my memories, and I hold back my tears and grief as best I can around her family and other friends. Certainly there are people who know her much better than I did, who spent far more time with her than I ever did, but she left an indelible mark on everyone she touched. I know there are just as many others like me, who even though we didn't spend lots of time with her, felt like she was a huge part of our lives. She is just like that. Never met anyone who had a bad or unkind word to say about her. Sir is very close to her as well and took this weekend's morning shifts so He could spend some time with her.

There is no "if." There is only "when." In some ways, that's a blessing. People have time to come say goodbye to her, even if she doesn't say it back. We all assume she can hear and understand every word we say. There are things I wish I'd said to her "before," when I knew with all certainty she could reply and we could discuss.

In some ways, her husband seems to be handling this better than any of us. He told me, "We always said, 'I love you.' I don't feel like I left anything unsaid to her."

It's a good lesson.

I wish I could do more. I hate feeling helpless. We are all rallying around her and her family as best we can. I know that this, too, shall pass, I just wish it didn't have to hurt so much. Especially since I know the size of the hole her loss will leave in all of our hearts, in proportion to the joy memories of her will give us.

Great review for "Hernando Heat!"

2011-12-10T01:00:00.006-05:00

My novel "Hernando Heat" received a wonderful review from Happily Ever After Reviews!!

"I will be keeping this author in my library and will be on the lookout for any more new releases from her. Just maybe she has changed my mind on how I feel about historical stories..."

http://hea-reviews.blogspot.com/2011/12/review-hernando-heat-by-tymber-dalton.html

Click here to buy.

Great review for "Stoneface!"

2011-12-09T21:47:00.002-05:00

My novel "Stoneface" received a great review from The Romance Reviews site!

Betrayal, infidelity, jealousy, hot ménage, sanctimonious parents, steadfast best friends, what isn't in this book? Oh right, my favourite erotic genre, BDSM. I can forgive Ms. Dalton leaving out the BDSM because this book drew out various emotions from me – anger, frustration, sorrow, pain, pleasure – the list goes on. Ms. Dalton is an auto-buy.

http://erotic.theromancereviews.com/viewbooksreview.php?bookid=3894

Click here to buy.

New Cover: "Contractual Obligation"

2011-12-09T21:18:00.002-05:00

Here's the new cover for my book, "Contractual Obligation," coming 1/2/2012 from Siren-BookStrand!

A sneak peek... (adult excerpt)

2011-12-04T20:33:00.000-05:00

If you absolutely cannot wait, I just posted a sneak peek excerpt to the Triple Trouble series bridge book (and it's HOT HOT HOT!) on my newsletter group. (It's easy to join, and it's announcement only, so you won't get a lot of email from the group.)

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/

"Family Matters" at a discount!

2011-12-04T19:46:00.000-05:00

My publisher Siren-BookStrand is offering the e-book version of "Love Slave for Two: Family Matters" at a 50% discount until 12/9. It's the perfect time to grab it if you haven't already!

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-family-matters

A slice from a writer's life...

2011-12-03T12:03:00.001-05:00

(Text message exchange that just happened between me and Sir...)

Sir: I'm up at Porter paint picking up a gallon for the workout room.

me: have fun

me: i just killed off a family in a bloody ritualistic murder

Sir: Oooooo, kinky :)

me: don't You love having a writer for a pet? :P

Yes, we writers are an odd bunch. I don't know who's more odd, though. The writers, or the people who love and tolerate them. I tell Hubby I just murdered a family, and he nods and says, "That's nice." LOL!

And yes, it was a FICTIONAL killing I wrote in one of my WIPs. LOL

New blog post at Write Your Ass Off: Great Plot Resource

2011-12-02T01:00:00.003-05:00

I have a new post up at the Write Your Ass Off site with a fantastic plot resource I stumbled onto:

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2011/12/great-plot-resource.html

Brodey Lyall paid me a visit!

2011-12-01T09:52:00.000-05:00

My wolf shape-shifter character, Brodey Lyall from the Triple Trouble series, paid me a visit. Details on today's Siren Author's Blog:

http://sirenbookstrand.blogspot.com/

Thanks!

Self-Promotion Tutorial for Writers is Ready!

2011-11-29T13:06:00.001-05:00

The promised tutorial on self-promotion for writers is here!

"Pimp Yourself: Easy, Painless, and Cheap Self-Promotion for Writers" is now available as a .pdf in the files section of my Yahoogroup newsletter at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/

Please do NOT upload or share this file anywhere else! Refer people to my newsletter group to get it.

I'm not charging for this tutorial. All I ask is that if you find it helpful, please make a donation of a minimum of $1 (because of payment fees) to me through PayPal.com or Dwolla.com to: tymberdalton@gmail.com

It's nearly 20k words long, and I cover a variety of topics from picking a pen name, why use Gmail, and even some tips for those who are self-published. I also include a list of resources in the back that I either use or have heard of.

To get it, you need to log into the group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/ (you need to be a member of the group to download it) and click on the Files link in the left menu. You'll see it.

The direct link is: http://f1.grp.yahoofs.com/v1/oB3VTnohDR0EXYnUzi11lZsERh7IxQLICKlh6f-7vjzUEJ9AwI-fFH96TY6VgHQ3FY-6djNXvDXTwYUm8WXoQA/PimpYourself_TymberDalton.pdf (but again, you need to be a member of my newsletter - FREE - to be able to access the link).

Enjoy!!

Christmas light display 2011.

2011-11-25T20:56:00.000-05:00

To the left of our driveway.

Hubby's been busy. Reeeallly busy. He's brought most of our Christmas stuff up here to our Tampa house (he's still got to get our indoor stuff) and got busy setting things up.

To the right of our driveway.

To the right of the driveway and some of the fence.

Working down the fenceline.

Almost to the end of the fence.

At the end of the fence and looking back.

Aaaannnnddd here's video. LOL

Save a tree (and your sanity!) - read an e-book!

2011-11-25T10:40:00.000-05:00

Black Friday shopping. Holiday shopping in general. Insanity.

I personally think all three terms should be linked hand-in-hand. This year, instead of going nuts, go digital! Save a tree - read an e-book. E-book readers are now widely available for under $100, and make the perfect gift for family and kids. And now with so many people carrying iPhones, Androids, and other smart phones, and with iPads and other tablets, you don't even need an e-reader. You can read on the go, anywhere, with mobile apps from Kindle, nook, and others.

Give the gift of reading. Most larger publishers have gift certificates available that you can gift to the reader in your life. (Or when family asks you what you want, give them the urls to your favorite online book retailers!)

For those few people who still balk at e-readers, remember it's the words, not the medium, that makes a "book." E-readers have benefits such as flexible font, so if you have older eyes like me, you don't have to squint to read. You can carry waaaay more e-books on a small, lightweight device than you can dead-tree books. And e-books are ecologically more sound, saving precious natural resources from unnecessary destruction.

Best of all, you can shop in your PJs and never leave the house, not have to fight crazy shoppers, not have to loose sleep. You can stay home, eat your leftovers, snug and happy and best of all, finish your holiday shopping in minutes instead of weeks.

So save a tree - read an e-book!

Happy Thanksgiving!

2011-11-24T01:00:00.000-05:00

To all my readers here in the US (and to all our troops and their families stationed overseas) have a Safe, Happy, and Blessed Thanksgiving!

I'm thankful for Hubby and Sir, for my family (two- and four-footed), friends, and friends who are like adopted family; I'm thankful I'm lucky enough to do what I love for a living and have fantastic readers; I'm thankful for what good health I have (because plenty have it far worse than I do).

So have a great Turkey Day, enjoy yourselves, and hug your family and friends because you never know when you might see them again.

Merry Meet and have a Blessed Day!! Namaste!
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Adult Excerpt: Sarasota Steam

2011-11-23T09:42:00.000-05:00

You can find my book "Sarasota Steam" (writing as Tessa Monroe) at Siren-BookStrand. (mmf, historical, cowboys)

http://www.bookstrand.com/sarasota-steam

Blurb:

On the run and disguised as a man, Callie Johnson is on her way to inquire about a job at the Coval Ranch outside of Sarasota when she’s caught in a hurricane’s fury. Jasper Collins and Gregorio Valdes see right through her deception but are willing to protect her secret…if she’ll keep theirs.

The two men are lovers, but that’s not all. Jasper mourns the murder of his wife and children, while Goyo hides his true heritage. Callie can’t help but fall in love with them both. When the men make their intentions known, she doesn’t hesitate to become Mrs. Jasper Collins to protect all of them from flying rumors and meddling single women.

Callie can almost forget her past and her vengeful step-father. That’s when a brutal attack forces Jasper to face demons from his past as he sets out to protect their steamy little slice of heaven.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Adult Excerpt:

She felt his stiff member rubbing against her. “Just going for a swim. Then I’m going to wash up. It’s my wedding day, you know.”

Goyo swam up behind them. She enjoyed the feel of his body pressed against her back. “Does your fiancé know you’re swimming with two naked men?” he joked.

She wiggled her backside against him. “Why, I believe he does,” she said, giggling.

Fires raged within her. She knew what passion and pleasure could feel like without them and wondered how much better it would be with one of their hands or better yet, their cocks, between her legs instead of her own fingers.

“I’d better get back to shore,” Jasper hoarsely said.

She clamped her legs around him. “No you don’t,” she warned. “You’re not leaving me out here feelin’ like this.” She wiggled again and felt his cock now rubbing against that sweet spot between her legs.

Jasper moaned. “Baby, don’t do that. I can’t control myself if you do that!”

Goyo’s arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her breasts. “I think that’s her intent.”

“Dang right it is.” She held on to Jasper’s shoulders and rocked her hips against him. “It feels better than my hand, that’s for sure.” She leaned in and kissed him and felt his flesh pulsate against hers.

“Your first time shouldn’t be in the middle of a spring,” he tried to protest.

“Why not?” Goyo chimed in. “Ours was at a beach in St. Augustine.”

“See?” she insisted, nuzzling at his neck. “He agrees with me.”

“I think I still have sand in places no man should have sand,” Goyo grumbled.

“Not helping,” she quipped. “Please?” she whispered against Jasper’s neck. “Make me yours now. I don’t want to wait.”

* * * *

Jasper let out a low moan as he held her tightly with one arm. He couldn’t resist her plaintive request. With the other hand, he reached between her legs and found her throbbing nub of flesh. She moaned as he stroked it.

Goyo kissed his way across her shoulder. “Lean back against me, baby. Let him show you how good it feels.”

Jasper relinquished her to Goyo even as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Supporting her ass with one hand while she floated in the water, he used his other to stroke her clit, rubbing it, making her writhe between them as Goyo kissed her and swallowed every sweet cry she made. Jasper’s greatest fear proved unfounded—that it would remind him too much of painful days, of sweet and long-gone times he could never reclaim. He’d worried he might not be able to give her all of him the way he could Goyo. But his heart decided otherwise. Callie proved so different in mind, body, and soul than his sweet Mary had been, that there were no comparisons to distract him from making love to her with all his heart.

He gently parted her folds with his finger, pressing for entrance. Even in the cool water the lips of her sex felt hot, promising a wild ride once he had his cock planted firmly inside her.

She arched her back as he gently probed her. Then he added a second finger and she moaned again as she rocked her hips against him. “You’re so tight, baby,” he softly said.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Please, take me!”

He couldn’t hold back. No matter what he’d sworn, how much of a gentleman he’d be, he was only human. He lined up the head of his cock with her sex and gently pressed forward into her silken, hot pussy.

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: Love Slave for Two: Family Matters

2011-11-18T01:00:00.000-05:00

This excerpt is from "Love Slave for Two: Family Matters," the sequel to my Siren-BookStrand Bestseller. (Also available in print.)

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-family-matters

Blurb:

[Menage Amour: Menage a Trois, M/M/F with M/M, sex toys, role playing, mild BDSM]

Nevvie spent her early life feeling unloved and rejected. Then she met Tyler and Thomas and her scorchingly hot fairytale dream's come true. They have a perfect life and a beautiful son. While their family isn't traditional, she's more than happy with her two hunky, sexy husbands and their relationship.

Unfortunately, a betrayal from where Nevvie least expects it knocks their world on its ear. Barely recovering from that, one horrible morning and an unimaginable double tragedy threatens to take her men and destroy all she loves.

Struggling to keep things together, Nevvie must forge ahead and draw strength from her unusual adopted circle of friends and family to save her men and preserve the life she loves. With Thomas and Tyler's lives on the line, can Nevvie find the will to keep going and bring her husbands safely home? Because to Nevvie, family is the only thing that matters.

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Adult Excerpt

Nevvie didn't feel better the next morning. Once the baby finished nursing, Tyler took Adam to the nursery to get him settled. Nevvie curled up against Thomas and was already drifting back to sleep in his arms. She'd gotten up several times during the night and felt exhausted.

"You worn out, baby girl?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Why don't you sleep in? Let Ty take care of Adam this morning."

"Mmm hmm..." It was an easy suggestion to take. He kissed her forehead. After a few minutes she'd fallen asleep again.

He looked at the clock, ten till six, might as well get up. Thomas shut the alarm off so it wouldn't wake Nevvie and went to make coffee without bothering to put any clothes on.

In the kitchen, Thomas jumped when he felt Tyler's arms encircle his waist. "You startled me, sugar. I didn't hear you."

"Sorry, love." He kissed Tom's back. The other man turned, encircling his lover in his arms. "She's totally shattered this morning, isn't she?"

"Yep."

"I knew I should have gotten up at three."

Tom laughed. "Ty, she's a mom now. There are a lot of things we can do to help, but nursing the baby isn't one of them."

Ty swatted Tom's ass. "You know what I mean. At least I could have brought him in for her and then gotten him settled again."

"Give her some time. She's still recovering physically, too." Tom made Tyler look at him. "Let her be a mom. Let her have this. You're a great dad but don't try to out-mom her, Evil Genius."

"Out-mom her?"

"You know how you get." He kissed Tyler, long and gentle. "Besides, if you have an overwhelming urge to take care of someone you can always take care of me." His cock hardened against his lover's hip. He felt Tyler stiffen in response.

"Oh, is that so, sweet?" Tyler gently ground his hips against Tom, making the other man moan.

"You know what you do to me, buddy."

"Do we have time this morning?"

Thomas glanced at the clock. "Yeah. I don't have a meeting until nine."

Tyler kissed him again, passionate, eager, his tongue parting his lover's lips and exploring.

Thomas' hungry moans punctuated the slow rhythm of his hips rocking against Tyler. "Jesus," he finally panted, "we'd better do something fast or you're gonna have me coming right here."

"Shower?"

"Mmm. What'd you have in mind?"

Tyler grinned. "Not in my mind, love."

Thomas groaned again. He grabbed Tyler's hand and practically dragged him back to their bedroom. "Let's go," he growled, his cock rigidly bobbing in the air.

They checked on Nevvie and found her still asleep. They quietly closed the bathroom door and hungrily embraced while the shower warmed.

"I want to feel that sweet cock of yours in my arse," Tyler hoarsely whispered in Tom's ear.

"Yeah, well I want a little bottom action myself, sugar, so you'd better save me some energy."

Tyler moaned against Tom's neck. Tom stood five inches taller than Ty, but they fit together perfectly. "Get your arse in there so you can fuck me, love."

Tom grabbed a bottle of lube and followed Tyler under the spray. They never realized how fortuitous it was that they'd had the shower built as large as they did until Nevvie joined their family. The three of them had spent plenty of hours in there together engaged in much more than bathing.

Tyler nipped Tom's earlobe. "How do you want me, sweet?"

"Against the wall," he growled, his erection almost painfully throbbing with anticipation.

Tyler's blue eyes mirrored his own passion as he turned and faced the back wall, where he rested his palms and forehead against the cool tile.

* * * *

Nevvie registered the sound of the bathroom door shutting, then the shower starting. She cracked an eyelid and realized both men were missing from the bed. Tom's familiar low, hungry moan instantly awakened her.

Oh, no they don't. Not without me.

She got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. The men were too distracted to notice her entrance. Through the opaque shower curtain she spied Tyler against the wall, Thomas slicking his shaft in preparation.

Nevvie stripped as Thomas lubed his fingers and carefully prepared Tyler, who groaned with need, starting an almost uncomfortable throbbing between her own legs. It was too soon for her to fully participate in their activities, but if one of them didn't do something for her soon she would explode. It'd been over a month for her and she was climbing the walls. Watching her men preparing to fuck only intensified her aching need.

Before she met them she never thought she'd be turned on by the sight of two guys doing it, but these were her men. They loved her and each other. Watching and listening to their passion was sexier than anything she could have ever imagined.

"Oh, yeah!" Tyler grunted, feeling Tom's fingers in him.

"You okay, sugar?" Tom asked.

Tyler nodded. "Damn, that feels good," he gasped.

"It's going to feel a lot better here in just a second."

Nevvie struggled not to laugh. It sure would! They still hadn't noticed her.

Tom withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. "Ready?"

"Do it," Tyler begged. "Fuck me, love. Fuck that sweet cock into my arse."

Nevvie's knees weakened at his hungry growl. She reached out to the wall for support. Dammit, they were hot!

And they were all hers.

Tom gripped Tyler's hips and slid his cock into his lover. Both men groaned and Tom paused, waiting until Tyler ground his hips against him in encouragement to continue. When he was fully seated inside the other man, Tom covered Tyler's hands with his, their fingers laced, and stretched his body against his lover.

"How's that feel," Thomas gasped against Tyler's neck.

"Fuck me, love."

"I'm gonna fuck you real good, sugar."

She watched Tom's hips as he slowly, gently thrust into Tyler. She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her own passionate moan. He was always very gentle with Tyler, not wanting to hurt him, which was just one of the things she desperately loved about him.

Moving slowly, Nevvie slipped into the other end of the shower. Tom's ass tensed and flexed as he carefully stroked into Tyler. Both men's eyes were closed. They took their time, enjoying the sensations. She picked up the bottle of lube, generously slicked two of her fingers, and stepped behind Tom.

He yelled and jumped, startled, then laughed when he felt Nevvie's fingers against his rim.

Tyler jumped in response to Tom's reaction. "What?"

Tom laughed. "Our girl snuck up on us--oh!"

Tyler tried to turn his head but he was still pinned to the wall by Thomas' hands and the larger man's body. "What?"

"She's having a little fun back there."

Nevvie pressed her body against the men and reached around with her other hand, found Tyler's stiff shaft. "You didn't think I'd let the two of you get away with having all the fun, did you?"

---

You can get the first two books in the series, "Love Slave for Two: Beginnings" and "Love Slave for Two," from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Ch-ch-ch-changes.

2011-11-17T12:00:00.016-05:00

Hubby and I were talking the other night. He asked me if I wanted to stay here in this house (the house I inherited from my grandparents) permanently. After thinking about it, I had to say yes, I did.

Don't get me wrong, I love our house. I love where it is. I live in paradise, just minutes from the Gulf beaches.

But...I was pretty much raised in this house. This house has always felt like home. And it is just five minutes from my parents. My cousin and his mom live, literally, next door. (Our grandmothers were sisters and lived next door to each other.) I have friends and family up here.

So it looks like we'll be transitioning to living here full time instead of just through the holidays. That means trying to decide what to do with our house. Selling it right now is out of the question. We're not underwater on it, but it's not exactly a selling market. We might rent it, but not sure what we want to do with it yet.

Did I mention I have the world's greatest husband to suggest this?

So once we get through the holidays, we'll look at what our next steps will be. Fortunately, this house doesn't have a mortgage on it, so it's not like we're paying double in that way. And we can add onto this house, which was our plan anyway, and make it bigger. (Although it's not really much smaller than our other house, although the one bathroom situation is a little irritating at times. LOL)

My animals are happy here, especially the cat, BW, and the bird, Pickles, who were Granny and Grandaddy's pets. My other animals could care less which house we're at.

So another stage of my life begins. This should be interesting. In a good way.

Adult Excerpt: Trouble Comes in Threes

2011-11-17T01:00:00.004-05:00

This adult excerpt is from "Trouble Comes in Threes," the first book in my Triple Trouble shape-shifter series.

http://www.bookstrand.com/trouble-comes-in-threes

Also available in print at: http://www.amazon.com/Triple-Trouble-Threes-Warning-Menage/dp/1606015265

Blurb:

Elain Pardie worked hard to become a TV news reporter. When a huge, black wolf-like dog with green eyes jumps into her news van, Elain has no idea her life will drastically change.

Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean Lyall aren't just triplets--they're Alpha shape-shifters running a Florida cattle ranch. They've never found their One, the woman destined to be their mate. Until the day of the Arcadia Highland Games, when both Brodey and Cailean lock onto Her scent. Brodey shifts and gives chase, then goes home with Elain and confirms she is their One.

When Prime Alpha Aindreas mistakenly thinks Elain's already taken and refuses to use force to claim and mark her, Brodey and Cailean must resort to trickery to learn the truth about the wedding ring Elain wears and work to convince her that triple trouble could very easily put her into seventh heaven in their arms.

---

Excerpt

Brodey lifted his nose to the breeze. "Ah, smell that?"

His brother, Cailean, wrinkled his nose. "Smell what?"

Brodey flapped the front of his kilt and grinned. "Freedom!" He playfully rolled the R in a brogue he hadn't really spoken in many, many decades.

Cailean groaned and rolled his brown eyes. "I've never seen a guy who enjoys going kilt-commando as much as you do."

The First Annual Arcadia Highland Games were in full swing.

Apparently, so were Brodey's nether regions.

"Why the hell don't you wear a kilt every day if you love it so much?" Cailean teased.

"Because I don't like getting into fights with redneck assholes at the stockyards and auctions who call it a skirt." Brodey took another swig from his beer. "Where the hell did Ain get to?"

"I dunno. Last time I saw him, he was helping Mark set up the heavy games."

The two youngest of the Lyall triplets studied the crowd. "Doesn't seem the same, does it?" Brodey asked.

"What?"

He shrugged. "Not like the real thing."

"It's Florida in July. What the fuck you think it's supposed to be like, Edinburgh?" Cailean quipped. "I wanted to settle in Oregon when we decided to leave Maine. Noooo, you two assholes decided to move down here."

"Oh, come on, Cail. You're the one who talked Ain into moving to the States in the first place when we left Scotland. I would have been happy going to Australia," Brodey griped.

"Not this again. Ninety fucking years of you whining about the same shit. I'm tired of it. You know what they had in Australia back then? Kangaroos, koalas, crocodiles and convicts. You try mating with one of those options, be my guest, asshole."

Brodey was always sullen when he had a couple of drinks in him and hadn't been laid in a few weeks. He finished his beer and tossed the plastic cup into a nearby trash barrel. "Asshole," he grumbled.

Cailean tried to reign in his irritation. "Do us all a favor, Brodey. Go find some chick, get laid, and don't come home until you do." Brodey was the middle boy, middle being relative. Only fifteen minutes separated Cailean and Aindreas, the oldest.

But those fifteen minutes were the difference between Ain being Prime Alpha, and Cailean being the Gamma Alpha. Beta Alpha Brodey's mercurial mood swung between the two extremes, from Cail's laid back, contemplative style, to Ain's sometimes intense kick-ass tude.

Usually, Brodey was more brawn than brain, their resident bonehead. Which was why Cail got stuck doing the bookkeeping for the ranch.

The Lyall boys were identical Alpha triplets except for their eyes. Aindreas had piercing grey eyes, while Brodey's green gaze charmed quite a few ladies. Cail's sweet brown eyes rarely failed to get him a girl--when he could get away from the ranch. They all had jet black hair as of yet untouched by grey.

Not bad, considering they'd celebrated their two-hundred-and-thirty-eighth birthday that past May and didn't look a day over thirty.

Brodey scanned the crowd. "Most of these chicks are either married or jailbait." He snorted. "Or they fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down."

Cailean was sick of Brodey's persistent whiny bitching. "I'm going to find Ain," he grumbled. Unlike Brodey, he wore tighty-whities under his kilt, as did Aindreas. He pushed off from the light pole he was leaning against and headed toward the competition area. He heard Brodey behind him.

"Wait for me, jerk."

Cailean didn't slow his pace. It was freaking hot, and he was sick of his brother. Both of them, actually. You didn't hear him grousing. He sucked it up.

He didn't look around as he made his way through the crowd, his mind running in a way he wished his body could. He'd spent more time in the woods lately, stretching his legs and pounding through the brush until he exhausted himself.

That's why he almost missed the faint scent at first. A sweet, fragrant, clean, delicious aroma that made his mouth water and his dick stand up and scream.

He stopped in his tracks. Brodey plowed into him. "What the fuck?" Brodey griped.

Cail held up his hand and closed his eyes, turned in a slow circle, oblivious to the people around them. "Smell that?"

"Aw, fuck me, don't bust my balls--"

"Shut up. Close your eyes."

After a long moment, Brodey's hushed moan. "Holy shit!"

Cail opened his eyes. "You smell her, right?"

Brodey's eyes were still closed. And his kilt looked more than a little tented due to lack of underpinning restraint for his willful cock. "Yeah!" His green eyes popped open. "We've got to find her!"

"We need Ain."

"Fuck that, we need to find her!" Brodey frantically looked around. "Where is she? Who is she?"

Cail shook his head. "I don't know." He set off, found a stronger whiff. If it was night or no one was around, they could shift and track her. They couldn't very well change into wolves in the middle of thousands of people in a crowded fairground. Might draw some attention to themselves.

They headed off, desperate not to lose her scent, the One they'd searched for since they came of age.

Their perfect mate.

They ran, sniffing, now totally ignoring everyone else, trying to find her.

Her.

Their One.

That both of them instinctively recognized her scent--her scent--was proof enough for Cail. Plenty of times one of them had met someone, but the other two didn't react.

They had to find Her.

The men ran.

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Adult Excerpt

The restaurant lot was full. She had to park behind the building in an adjacent parking lot. At least it was shady there. The brothers parked next to her, between her car and the restaurant. Nervously trying to make small talk, she walked between them to the restaurant. While they waited to be seated she fought the urge to take and hold their hands.

What the hell was wrong with her?

They didn't take their eyes off her and that was no exaggeration. And not in a creepy, Internet stalker kind of way either. A passionate intensity that totally drenched her panties.

She hoped she didn't leave a damp spot on her skirt.

She could barely think straight around these two men. They had a three-hour meal, mostly talking instead of eating, and she learned they were cattle ranchers on the family spread in Arcadia, last of an increasingly rare breed in Florida.

"So where's your other brother?" she finally asked.

Cail, as he'd asked her to call him, shrugged. "Ain's busy. Lots of work to do." He winked. "We escaped. We're playing hooky. We wanted to see you."

She couldn't stand it anymore. "Your wives won't mind you having a long lunch with a strange woman?"

They grinned. "We're not married," Brodey said.

God, his green eyes were gorgeous!

"No girlfriends, either," he added. "Single and available."

She thought she might have moaned. Fuuuck me!

"What about you?" Cail asked, nodding toward her left hand. "How long have you been married?"

She blushed. "No, I'm not married. Not even dating."

Did both men suddenly freeze? Cail spoke again. "What about your rings?" he asked in a careful, cautious tone.

"I just wear them to keep from getting hit on. They belonged to my grandmother."

The men looked at each other and broadly grinned.

"What?" she asked.

Brodey laughed and seemed to relax. "Nothing. We just thought you were married."

"Oh, no. Never been married. Haven't had a relationship or even a date in over a year."

She couldn't put off the inevitable. "Well, thank you both, this was wonderful. I have an early day tomorrow and need to get home so I can get to bed. Three a.m. wake-ups come way too early." She'd love to crawl between the sheets with either or both men.

Her heart fluttered at the thought. Well, maybe not heart. The sensation was centered lower, between her legs.

The men paid the bill and walked her out to her car. Cail walked between the vehicles ahead of her, then turned to face her.

"You're beautiful, Elain," he whispered.

She gasped at the emotion in his voice. How could he have this effect on her? "Thank you."

She was aware of Brodey stepping close behind her. The heat from his body washed through her even though they weren't touching.

"Very beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, fully aware that she was rapidly approaching an uncharacteristic loss of control with these two guys.

When Cail kissed her, his gentle, feather-light touch made her moan. She grabbed his head and buried her fingers in his hair, crushed her lips against his.

Brodey definitely moaned behind her and pressed his body into hers. She felt his hard erection through his jeans, and as he forced her against Cail, she felt his as well.

Cail dropped to his knees. She was vaguely aware that even though they were mostly shielded by the two vehicles, they were still in public.

Brodey's hands cupped her breasts through her shirt as he pulled her against him. "Close your eyes and relax," he whispered against the side of her neck. "No one's around."

She threw her head back against his shoulder, glad to take his advice, instinctively sensing these two men wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

Cail ducked under her skirt. She didn't protest when he tore through the crotch of her panties, then pushed her legs a little further apart. His tongue, scorching hot, circled her clit before dipping deep inside her.

She moaned. This had to be another hot dream. Shit like this just did not happen in real life!

Brodey kissed her, his tongue and hers dueling as Cail quickly brought her to the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

Weak and unable to move, she let Brodey hold her. Cail stood, then unlocked their truck's passenger door.

"My turn," Brodey said as he effortlessly lifted her to the seat and pushed her onto her back. Before Elain could protest, he'd thrown her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs, her legs draped over his shoulders.

Elain closed her eyes and moaned. Cail's fingers laced through hers. "Give it to him, baby," he encouraged. "Jesus, you're perfect."

Brodey's tongue probed her, fucking her, then laving her clit before plunging deep inside her again.

If they were this good with their mouths...

Holy fuck!

Chat Tonight (Wednesday, 11/16)!

2011-11-16T16:44:00.000-05:00

Don't forget to join me tonight at 9pm eastern, 8pm central, on thewww.righteousperverts.com site for a chat!

Adult Excerpt: Fierce Radiance

2011-11-16T01:00:00.001-05:00

This is an excerpt from my book "Fierce Radiance," available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/fierce-radiance

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, M/M, Dom/sub]

Being orphaned twice, tragedy defined starship captain Aine Lorcan’s early life. As a result, she buried herself in her work and earned her “Ice Queen” nickname. When she crash lands after a raider attack, it’s hunky Act’huran Commander Sammuel Jorvis who rescues her.

Sammuel and Ker have searched to find the perfect third to complete their triad. Aine first tries to fight the attraction she feels for Sammuel before giving in to his sinfully hot brand of persuasion. Meeting Ker only cements the love she has for the men and her feeling of belonging.

When duty calls and the Confederation wants her back, she wages a war of conscience. Stay with her men, or fulfill the legacy her two fathers died to help her achieve? Now with one of her men in danger, will Aine’s love burn out, or will she live up to her reputation of Fierce Radiance?

--

Adult Excerpt

Her first good look of Ker’s naked body filled her with need…and a good kind of fear. Even flaccid, his cock looked huge.

Her pulse raced as desire wound through her, coiling tight and fast as she felt Sammuel’s thoughts, his eagerness to finally make her theirs. Then both men climbed onto the bed. Ker reached for her.

She welcomed his hungry kiss as if she’d kissed him a thousand times before. Sammuel helped her out of the coat, then began to unbutton her shirt.

Ker smiled as he lifted his head. “Ah, my Sammuel is very ingenious. You did not often wear trousers, did you?”

“No,” she admitted. “He preferred easy access.”

Ker laughed. “I wonder where he developed that fondness?”

Sammuel smiled. “I can blame you for that, then, Master?”

“Of course, love.”

Once she lay naked between them, Ker spent long minutes letting his hands roam her body, gently caressing her all over, familiarizing himself with her.

“You are so beautiful, Ki’ato. And already your eyes have turned. What color were they?”

Before she could answer, Sammuel must have mentally replied. “Ah, I see. They were beautiful then. They are even more so now.”

Sammuel changed position, cradling her in his arms while Ker knelt between her legs. “You are sure this is what you want?” Ker asked.

“No offense guys, but please! Yes, it’s what I want!”

Ker smiled and looked at Sammuel. “You have had your hands full.”

“You have noooo idea, Master.”

Ker heartily laughed. “Excellent.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Do you understand what is to happen?”

“Hopefully you’re about to fuck my brains out.”

“Very true. This first time must be…” He looked at Sammuel. She sensed another silent communication. “He told you about our first time together, when I claimed him.”

“Yes.”

“Then you understand what will happen. I must claim you, then we take you together.”

She didn’t care. All she wanted was a dick inside her to scratch the erotic itch threatening to take her sanity. “Fine! Do it! Please!”

He bent to one of her nipples and teased it with his lips and tongue and teeth until it stood taut. He repeated with the other. Each deliciously hot pull of his mouth against her breast coiled her need more tightly within her.

He nuzzled her chest. “Are you wet for me, Ki’ato?”

“Yes!”

He pushed her thighs farther apart and began stroking his cock with his hand. It grew, thickened, hardened as he pulled on it, milking it, slicking himself with pre-come. She hadn’t seen it in its erect entirety earlier, and its massive proportions widened her eyes.

He smiled. “Relax.” He pressed forward, the large head bumping against her body, rubbing it between her labia until he was in position. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading her even wider. His eyes never left hers. “Hard and fast, Ki’ato,” he said. “This time.”

She nodded and reached behind her for Sammuel’s comforting strength.

He plunged into her. She gasped, then realized he wasn’t splitting her apart at the seams as she’d worried. Filled her, yes, almost uncomfortably so, even more than when Sammuel’s large member claimed her. The first stroke plunged deeper than she knew even Sammuel had gone.

Sammuel laced his fingers through hers and bent his lips to her ear. “You are ours,” he murmured.

Ker lifted her off the bed as he thrust, her ass resting on his massive thighs as his balls slapped her flesh with every stroke. She immediately felt the anticipated warm flood, her body opening for him as she arched her back and tried to take him even deeper.

Ker said something to Sammuel in Act’huran. Sammuel kissed her. “Come hard, now!”

Even her toes curled as she screamed, the coiled wire suddenly snapping at his command. Ker’s fingers dug into her thighs as her body clamped down on him, hard, only strengthening the force of her climax.

Sammuel squeezed her hands. “Come again, now!”

She sobbed as her body obeyed him while Ker still fucked her, driving his seed deep into her body.

Ker said something else.

“One more. Come now!”

She closed her eyes as exquisitely painful pleasure rippled through her body. Her muscles clenched tightly around his already huge cock when she felt him harden, grow even larger as he pounded into her body. Then he let out a roar and thrust one last time, deeper than before, and a hot gush of his seed filled her womb.

She felt herself lifted into Ker’s arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.

She did, letting her head limply rest on his shoulder. His arms encircled her, and she felt him move, carrying her still impaled upon his member.

He sat. She cracked her eyes open just enough to realize he’d moved them to the chair.

Okay, that’s all she wanted to know. She closed her eyes again and shivered, truly exhausted, ready for sleep.

He said something to Sammuel in Act’huran, and a moment later she felt a blanket tenderly draped over her shoulders. Sammuel kissed her cheek. “You were beautiful, love.”

Her mind churned even as she felt safe and cherished in Ker’s arms, his cock tightly knotted inside her, joining them.

Ker stroked her back. “I love you so much, Aine,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “You are so beautiful, perfect, wonderful.”

She felt new whispers in her mind, different from Sammuel’s presence.

“Yes,” Ker softly said. “This soon. What Sammuel started, we are completing. Almost, still something else we must do.”

She didn’t care. She felt like she floated in his arms even as his cock continued to pulse and throb within her. This had to be the most perfect moment of her life.

Sammuel stood behind her, his body pressed against her back. Ker stroked her cheek. “Open.”

She did and felt Sammuel shift position. His cock brushed her lips.

Automatically, her lips took him in, her tongue sweeping across the slit to immediately taste him before sucking.

****

http://www.bookstrand.com/fierce-radiance

New blog post at Write Your Ass Off: Apostrophes

2011-11-15T14:21:00.000-05:00

I've got a new blog post up at the Write Your Ass Off site on apostrophes:

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/apostrophes.html

Wednesday (11/16) web chat!

2011-11-14T20:38:00.000-05:00

Make sure to join me Wednesday, 11/16, at the Righteous Perverts site (http://righteousperverts.com/) for a web chat. The fun starts at 8pm central, 9pm eastern. It's going to be a lot of fun!

Shoot. Me. Now. Please.

2011-11-12T21:07:00.002-05:00

Well, I got the bright idea that we should try to waterproof the shower here. You know, to, oh, say, make it actually easy to bathe. (Keep in mind this is a sixty year-old house I inherited from my grandparents.) All my life I've taken sit-down showers or tub baths in this bathroom, ever since I was a kid, because the wallboard wasn't really waterproof. I decided to rectify that, since while Hubby and I do like to shower together, it's a pain in the ass to stand there and hold the shower head for each other.

So last weekend, Sir busted His ass helping us, got the shower done, replaced the cartridges in the shower tree (the old ones were shot, but we didn't want to have to pull the piping out of the wall and redo it), and I said I'd take it from there. I decided to replace the sink and put new beaded board paneling up, paint it, etc.

Ha. Hahahahahaha. I'm a really fuuuuunny woman, yes I am.

After screaming bloody murder at sixty year-old steel pipe fittings that didn't want to break loose (this was after I had to tear half the wall paneling out to get to them) and converting them over to CPVC lines and fittings (the old ones would require cutting into the cabinet because they came in too high), and fighting with the NEW valves that didn't want to stop leaking (pipe dope is now my friend), and replacing the old toilet valve and supply line (figured if the damn wall was out, might as well while I was there) I got the new sink and new vanity in. (The old sink was wall-hung with two legs in the front.)

Here's where the fun begins.

The damn cold water supply line was too short, because once I got the valve to stop leaking, it was at an odd angle and I didn't want to risk loosening it just to get it in the right place. So I needed a longer supply line. And the drain pipe entered the wall at a funky angle (steel pipe) so I had to play Frankenstein with the P-trap and a flexi-pipe to get THAT to fit. I got the WRONG fucking size. Turns out our sink is 1-1/4" from drain to wall, whereas many are 1-1/4 at the drain and 1-1/2 at the wall.

Oh, what's this puddle of water? It's...

The fucking TOILET TANK leaking from a hairline crack on the side.

GRRRRRR.

BACK to the home improvement store I go Thursday night, it was past 8 o'clock and no. Fucking. Way was I even going to attempt a toilet replacement at that time of night.

Did I mention I am in severe pain due to I'm in a fibro flare?

At this point, we'd been three days without a bathroom sink. Finally got THAT working last night after finding the right parts to make it work in ways that would probably make a licensed plumber's eye twitch. I. Don't. Care. It works, it drains, and it doesn't fucking leak. Ask me if I give a shit what it looks like.

I don't.

Mind you, this project started last weekend.

So today I finished getting the rest of the bathroom paneling in, get the backsplash up, get a coat of paint slapped up, get most of the new flooring in. Run back to the home improvement store for moulding. Parents come over for dinner at 6. I wanted to get another coat of paint up tonight before collapsing in a Percocet-induced lack of pain, but...

Oh, wait. What's this?

The light switch no longer works.

Fuck.

Me.

Yes, I tried changing the bulb. The switch, the original sixty year-old switch, has died.

I fucking give up.

And yes, the toilet is still leaking. Only now it's not leaking as much and looks like it has white warts all over the outside of it from the epoxy putty. Eventually it'll be some New Age artsy looking thing, with more epoxy than tank visible. (The toilet is a four-bolt, they don't make that kind anymore. That's why I don't want to try to mess with replacing it right now.)

Percocet, here I come. I'd be willing to bet my grandfather is looking down on me and laughing his ass off.

My advice? Ignore reviews.

2011-11-07T08:33:00.001-05:00

I see a few topics come up from time to time on a regular basis from new authors, so I thought I'd blog about it. Topic: reviews.

When you're a new author, you bite your nails and pray the first reviews (professional or reader) come through positive. It's easy for a neutral or negative review to send you plummeting to the depths of despair.

Here's a secret: Reviews don't matter. At all.

If you truly want to be a professional author, develop a thick skin now, because the sad truth is that you will find plenty of people who seem to derive sadistic joy in leaving low ratings, usually without an explanation. Some will leave negative reviews explaining why, and most of those will be little more than barely-legible rants. Even sadder? Some of those reviews will come from review sites.

Good reviews will, at best, give you a momentary blip of an increase in sales. Negative reviews, especially if it's outlandish enough, will more often than not also give you a momentary blip of an increase in sales. (Believe me, readers will see through those snarky, childish slam reviews. You don't need to fight the battle for them, and it will only make you look bad because you cannot win.)

And there are people who apparently have grudges against certain genres or publishers or whatever, and who will, on sites like Goodreads, leave 1- or 2-star reviews without any explanation. I'm talking if you look at their profile, they will rank a WIDE swath of books with 1's and 2's with no explanation whatsoever. (As opposed to people who will leave a reasoned review.) Apparently it's a childish sport they enjoy, and they think they're getting away with it, when the truth is, most professional authors ignore them, if they even see them. (So those of you childish tools who get your jollies doing just that, I've got news for you, you're just spinning your wheels. Hate to disappoint you, but your efforts aren't working.)

So here's the thing you need to do: IGNORE reviews. If you get a good review, fine, quote a snippet from it. Treat negative reviews as if they don't exist. Do not argue with them, don't fight them, don't respond to them. PERIOD. Believe me, I've seen plenty of author meltdowns that went badly, and the readers WILL remember a public author meltdown and blacklist you, but they most likely won't even see the negative review that was left in the first place if you ignore it. If they see it, chances are, they won't even remember it. OR, if it's outrageous enough, they'll buy your book just to see what the fuss is about.

That's a win, my friends.

So laugh off bad reviews. Seriously. Chalk it up to you have officially joined the ranks of professional authors and act professionally: ignore the bad. Do not live and die by reviews. Don't let them ruin your day. Do what I did, and eagerly anticipate your first bad review, because it means you've made it.

Last Day: "Cross Country Chaos" at 50% off!

2011-11-07T08:10:00.000-05:00

Today is the last day to get my book "Cross Country Chaos" (writing as Lesli Richardson) at a 50% discount from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/cross-country-chaos

Blurb:

Divorced mom Kelly Alexander wants her younger son, Denny, who is in a wheelchair due to spina bifida, to participate in sports. Kelly finds out about the Junior National Disability Games, but they're in Spokane, Washington, a continent away from her Florida home. She's clueless about what to do next.

Mart Rawlings is a single, handsome wheelchair athlete who volunteers to coach Denny and helps him qualify--and falls hard for Kelly. But past heartache over her cheating ex fuels Kelly's reluctance to get personally involved with him.

Kelly must survive a grueling cross country drive to Nationals with her sons and mother, but more importantly, can she make herself take a chance on love?

Cross Country Chaos is a funny, passionate, and at times cringingly honest story of healing broken hearts, rebuilding trust, finding love in unexpected places, and realizing sometimes the greatest disability is between a person's ears, not their body.

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

New blog post at Write Your Ass Off: Siglines

2011-11-04T15:04:00.000-04:00

I've got a new blog post up on the WriteYourAssOff.com website about the proper use of siglines as a marketing tool for writers:

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/siglines-simple-is-better.html

The Romance Convention, coming soon!

2011-11-04T11:30:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! My publisher Siren-BookStrand has asked me to be one of the speakers at their first ever romance convention!

http://www.theromanceconvention.com/

Details to follow once I know more, but mark your calendars for August 17-18, 2012, and plan to join me and a bunch of my other fellow Siren-BookStrand authors in Texas for a sizzling hot time! :)

Mixed blessings.

2011-11-03T21:20:00.000-04:00

Well, the good news is, my doctor called me and told me that one of the biopsies was clear. The other showed "mild dysplasia," but not as severe as the biopsy results from last year. So she wants to see me in six months to follow up. Haven't heard back on my mammogram yet.

Not exactly the news I wanted to hear, but I'll take the win and keep my fingers crossed for six months.

Hubby's back from Ohio, where he went to visit his sons and the granddaughters. He got to go trick-or-treating with the girls, and had fun until they got rained out.

Had a fantastic phone call from one of my publishers tonight, don't have all the details yet, but once I do I'll share them. :)

Woot! Great review for "Stoneface!"

2011-11-02T10:59:00.001-04:00

*Snoopy Dancing* I just received a 5-cherry review for "Stoneface" from the Long and Short of It Whipped Cream review site:

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/11/stoneface-by-tymber-dalton.html

Ms. Dalton wrote an enthralling tale that showcased her ability to write believable characters with emotions and depth. She captures your attention and you feel like you are a part of their journey and tribulations.

Stoneface is an exceptionally well written story. The love and pain these three characters share is so strong and touching, all you can do is open your heart to them. This is another Dalton tale that will forever be a part of my collection.

Click here to buy "Stoneface."

Blessed Samhain, Happy Halloween, and Release Day for "Hernando Heat!"

2011-10-31T01:00:00.016-04:00

I wish everyone a Blessed Samhain and a Happy Halloween!

And my publisher Siren-BookStrand gave me a FANTASTIC Samhain gift: today is release day for my book "Hernando Heat!"

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]

Katie Dorchester's heart died with her husband. Worse, her ex-in-laws would kill to steal her property. Forced to leave town, she tries to build a new life in Brooksville.

Enter Joe Lansing and his cousin, Deputy Mason Carlisle. Joe’s had run-ins with the Dorchesters before…and suspects his fiancée paid the price. Mason lost his sister to a rich bully. The men have heartache of their own, but when they intercede on Katie’s behalf to protect her from the Dorchesters, they know she is the one for them.

Katie would do anything to protect Joe and Mason’s reputations in town, including giving up her own happiness with them. When the Dorchesters threaten her men, she tries to protect them the only way she knows. Now her men are in a race to save her life and their new family. Can they keep her safe in the deadly Hernando Heat?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Thanks everyone, and Brightest Blessings to all today!! :)

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Spooky Excerpt: Dead Moon Rising

2011-10-30T19:34:00.001-04:00

Looking for a spooky read for this time of year? Try my book "Dead Moon Rising," writing as Macy Largo, available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/dead-moon-rising

Excerpt:

The sun had long since set in the distance behind her on I-90, painting the rolling South Dakota plains landscape with deep reds and oranges before it disappeared, setting Sarah’s teeth on edge. Not because it wasn’t pretty, but because her intuition screamed at her as darkness descended.

Bad, baaaad juju.

Destination: Miami, Florida. There, Sarah Aston’s uncle, Eddie, had promised her she could live with him, get a new start on her life, and put her ex-boyfriend behind her.

Unfortunately, her cranky fifteen year-old Subaru didn’t seem up to the trip.

The moonless night was dimly lit by countless stars in a crystal-clear sky. Despite the warm June evening, she shivered.

An exit sign appeared in her anemic headlights, which seemed to lose strength over the past hour or so. She suspected a cranky alternator staging a last stand of General Custer proportions. Unfortunately, probably with the same result.

Swinging off the highway onto the exit, she soon found an unmanned gas station with lights and pumps on for those who could pay via plastic. Fortunately, she still had three hundred dollars left on the pre-paid MasterCard she’d bought before rolling out of Seattle, and almost five hundred more in cash stashed in a plastic zip-top bag shoved inside a wad of dirty underwear in her overnight bag.

Taking a risk to leave it running, she shut the headlights off and anxiously looked around while she gassed up. She resisted the urge to nervously dance from foot to foot as she muttered at the pump to hurry up.

This is bad. Really, really baaaad. Of epic proportions, major horror movie creepies, zombies crawling out of the woodwork baaaad.

When ten, she’d fractured her skull falling out of a tree in their Seattle backyard. In the sixteen years since then, she’d had the intuitions. She refused to call them psychic flashes. They were warnings of a sort, but always accurate. She didn’t want to believe any supernatural explanations. She just knew that something about the accident had put her more in tune with her body’s natural warning signs. Unfortunately, most of her friends and family decided it creeped them out enough that they didn’t want to spend much time around her. Especially when she accurately predicted the deaths of her parents and three friends over the past several years.

The latest prediction before tonight’s creepfest, fortunately, didn’t forewarn of anything nearly as dire, only that her boyfriend had been cheating on her.

True, of course.

Uncle Eddie didn’t care about her “special talent” and had welcomed her with open arms when he found out she wanted a new start after her ex-boyfriend royally screwed her and left her pretty much out on the street. After she’d confronted the louse, he gave her one hour to get her stuff packed and get out. She’d managed to snag the ATM card and empty their joint bank account, most of the money of which was hers to begin with.

Despite the fact that she paid most of the bills, the lease and utilities were in his name, so she couldn’t fight him.

She’d tried not to think about her anger and pain over his betrayal, instead wanting to focus on the new life ahead of her in Miami. But ever since sunset, a deep, dark feeling blossomed inside her, the antithesis of joy and longing. She had two options, both extremely restricted by her car’s iffy performance and limited funds—press on and pray she drove out of whatever the feeling was, or stop right here, lock the doors, and hope someone showed up for work sooner rather than later.

As she finished fueling, a dark sedan heading toward I-90 rolled by, doing slower than the posted speed limit.

The nearly overwhelming dark cloud suddenly engulfing her made her mind up for her. She impatiently waited for the pump to spit out her receipt as her fingers trembled while trying to screw the gas cap on. The sedan had totally disappeared from sight by the time she turned to jump into her car.

A little relief settled. Whoever—whatever—had been in that car had been the cause of her unease.

Or maybe I’m just a nervous woman travelling alone cross-country for the first time and pissing my pants at the sight of the first car I’ve seen in over an hour.

She turned the headlights on, one of her dash indicator lights blipping briefly at her before shutting off again. The voltage light.

Damn.

Reflected in the dark windows of the gas station’s store, she could tell the headlights definitely looked weaker than they should be.

Maybe staying, now that she felt a little more settled, would be safer.

That won’t get me to Florida.

A check of her cheap-ass pre-paid cell phone showed no service in the area. A brief look around, and the only pay phone holder was missing its phone. Damn.

With a tight grip on the steering wheel, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath.

What to do?

Finally, she shifted the car into drive and headed back to I-90. At last check, she was less than an hour west of Mitchell. If she could make it there, she could find someplace safe to pull in and wait until morning, get her car looked at, and maybe get a cell signal. She kept the radio and air conditioning off to preserve her battery like her uncle had warned her at her last call and drove on through the lonely darkness.

* * * *

Captain Plato Delaney of the South Dakota Highway Patrol sat in his cruiser on the westbound shoulder of I-90, five miles east of Mitchell, and filled out paperwork. Nerves on edge, he prayed his intuition proved wrong this time.

Unfortunately for him, it usually didn’t.

In the past year, there had been four “new moon murders,” all unsolved, on this lonely stretch of road between Sioux Falls and Rapid City. No one wanted to believe him when he said he suspected they were connected by the lunar cycle. It wasn’t unheard of for stranded motorists to fall victim to foul play in such desolate settings. There were enough differences in the cases, and too few leads, that his superiors didn’t want to put out extra manpower on new moon nights, especially not with the huge Sturgis motorcycle festival less than two months away. While no one had outright said as much, they made it clear to him that such bad publicity right before their biggest tourist season wasn’t welcomed.

In the past hour, only three vehicles had passed him, two of them semis heading east in the other lane toward Sioux Falls. He jumped when his personal cell phone rang.

“You scared the crap out of me, John.”

The caller chuckled. “Sorry, babe. How goes the stake out?”

Only Del’s lover, John Riley, believed and agreed with his theory. A retired trooper himself, he’d looked at the evidence and nodded. “I think you’re on to something, Del, but good luck convincing the brass of that before Sturgis.” And of course John, seven years older than his own thirty-nine, had been right about that, even though Del had thought maybe he could make their superiors listen to his hunch despite a lack of evidence.

Del prayed no one else died before Sturgis ended. Maybe then he could convince someone to take another look at the cases.

“All quiet in my little stretch of hell. I’ve got about ten more minutes on this report, and then I’m heading west again past Mitchell before I loop around.”

“I’m going to bed, but I’ll keep the phone close. I know you hate the overnights, but if it means anything, I think you’re right.”

Del resisted the urge to close his eyes and rest. He normally worked day shifts. He’d volunteered to cover for another trooper out with the birth of his first child when Del realized it would overlap a new moon period. “Thanks. Try to get some sleep.”

“Not easy in this big ole bed without you here. I’ll have the kettle brewing when you get home. Love you, and stay safe.”

“Love you, too.” Del hung up and stared at the phone. John hated his early forced retirement four years prior due to an accident that shattered his legs and hips. Now he worked as a freelance computer consultant and software designer from their shared home in Mitchell. Del knew John missed the job, could see the wistful longing in his face every time he sent him off on a shift and heard the eagerness in his voice when Del discussed cases with him.

His intuition buzzed. It’d been two uneventful new moons since the last killing. This was the third. If the pattern held, there would be a murder tonight. Maybe not on his stretch of highway, but somewhere in the lonely blackness between the lights of the two gateway cities that stood sentry to this ribbon of asphalt.

Finally finishing his report, he shut off the cabin lights and headed west, alone on the interstate.

* * * *

Sarah prayed her luck held. She clicked the headlights off, leaving just her running lights on for safety. Checking her mirrors frequently, she spotted no one coming up behind her on the interstate. She had just enough light to make out the road ahead of her if she took it easy. After fifteen minutes, the dark feeling swelled within her again.

In the distance up ahead, she spotted two vehicles pulled over on the right shoulder. The one in front, a dual-axle Ford truck with a crew cab, hauling a fifth-wheel camper, had its flashers on and a flat on the trailer.

Behind it on the shoulder, headlights dark but his parking lights on, was parked the dark sedan that had passed her earlier.

Sliding over to the left lane, she hunched down and prayed her car didn’t break down. Her stomach rebelled, threatening to upend. As she drew closer, she spotted an older man talking to another one. The older man, she assumed the owner of the rig, held a flashlight pointed down at the ground, although the light illuminated both of them.

The other man leaned against the front left fender of the sedan as they talked. With a dark baseball cap pulled low, and the light from the flashlight below, she swore she spotted dark holes where his eyes should be as he looked up and seemingly right at her.

She gunned it, nerves screaming bloody murder for her to get the hell out of there.

Bad, baaaad juju!

Heart racing, she finally flipped on her headlights two miles down the road and realized she was doing eighty. Thankfully the road was mostly straight. Unfortunately, the headlights barely made more of a dent in the dark than her running lights.

Slowing a little, she pried one hand at a time off the steering wheel and flexed her nearly numb fingers.

Over the next fifteen miles, her headlights dwindled to faint glows. Then, without fanfare, the car simply shut off.

“No! Oh, fuck no, pleasepleaseplease!” Tears rolled down her face as she coasted onto the right shoulder, tires hauntingly crunching in the gravel as she steered to a stop safely off the highway. When she tried the key again, nothing but an ominous click met her efforts.

She dropped her forehead to the steering wheel and cried. The worst of the dark feeling had faded with every mile she put between her and the dark sedan, but it still lingered. Someone in that car was bad news, and the only weapon she had was her scathing sarcasm.

She assumed that wouldn’t be helpful against a psycho with a knife or gun.

Double checking that all four doors were locked, she pulled out her cell phone again and tried to get a signal. Nothing.

There were probably worse places to be stuck in a broken down car in the middle of the night with no cell phone reception and a really bad something out there giving her the heebie-jeebies, but off the top of her head, she couldn’t think of one.

----

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Heartburn, writing, and Triple Trouble series update.

2011-10-28T09:11:00.001-04:00

I am a creature of habit. I am a Taurus, after all. I plod along, able to bend with the flow, but when my core routine is disturbed it throws me off totally. Well, Hubby is up in Ohio visiting family (hi, Honey! *waving*). I guess my body decided to throw a new monkey wrench at me last night, waking me up at 3 a.m. with HORRIBLE heartburn. I mean horrible. I don't normally get heartburn, and I didn't have anything to eat yesterday that would trigger it, so I'm guessing it's a combination of stress worrying about him and worrying because I still don't have biopsy results yet. Ugh.

On the good side, I did over a thousand words yesterday on the Triple Trouble bridge book. Yes, the book I've been promising for...well, forever, it feels like. LOL My biggest hurdle was I knew what I wanted to do in the book, and what needed to happen, but I was really hung up on the structure. Which is weird, because I'm not a plotter, I'm a pantster.

But I went back to my "roots" so to speak as a writer over the past couple of weeks, working with a pen and spiral notebook (I almost exclusively write on a laptop now) to flesh out notes. Sometimes I have to do that to help jog stuff in my wonky brain. And in the process, the structure just suddenly fell into place, allowing me to really make good headway on the manuscript. I'm hoping to have it finished and turned in by the end of November (don't crucify me if that doesn't happen in that timeline though).

But yes, I am working on it. LOL

And after that one is turned in, I will get back to work on book 4 of the Triple Trouble series, which won't make sense without this book.

Now, you CAN go back and read all the books currently in the series now and not be confused. This one will fill in blanks.

"Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats, Vol. 3)
Steam
Trouble Comes in Threes
Storm Warning
Three Dog Night

You can find all of those on my Siren-BookStrand page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

And Trouble Comes in Threes is actually on sale at a discount until Nov. 15th, so grab it if you haven't. :)

With all that said, now I'll get back to work. (Put away the pitchforks and whips...no, wait, keep the whips out... LOL) It's a beautiful day to write, wet and rainy here in Florida. The dogs hate it though, but I told them to suck it up. I just hope it dries up before tomorrow, because I'm supposed to go to a costume party with Sir and I wasn't intending to go bundled up like an Eskimo. LOL

New Blog Post at the BDSM Authors Playroom

2011-10-28T08:54:00.002-04:00

I've got a new post up at the BDSM Authors Playroom: Patience is a Virtue

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/2011/10/patience-is-virtue.html

Lover's Scare Contest - TODAY!!! :)

2011-10-26T09:05:00.000-04:00

Allrighty, folks, head on over to Bianca Sommerland's blog TODAY to read my excerpt for the Lover's Scare contest.

http://www.im-no-angel.com/new-blog.html

Follow the instructions there to be eligible to win!! :)

Ta-ta testing time.

2011-10-25T21:23:00.000-04:00

So I had my mammogram today. It went fine. Fortunately, Hubby drove me because I've had a hella headache all day and it's finally getting the better of me and I'm ready for bed. No pain with the mammogram though, and because it's Breast Cancer Awareness Month, I got a pink goodie bag full of freebies and a pink carnation.

Unfortunately, I still don't have results back on the biopsy my OB/gyn did, so I'm still stressing over that.

The good part of the day is because my doctor is down by our other house (90 minutes south) and Hubby drove, we stopped by our other house to grab some stuff, and then had dinner at our favorite restaurant. Calzone and cannoli for me, stromboli for him. Yum. So with a full tummy, but a still aching head, I'm off to bed, peeps. Catch you all later.

Starting to feel like fall.

2011-10-24T21:20:00.001-04:00

If you've been following my blog you know I lost my grandfather in May and inherited my grandparents' house. Which is about five minutes from my parents. So hubby and I have been spending a lot of time up here, and in fact have pretty much moved up here for the duration of the holiday season. Hubby's already got plans to bring all our holiday decorations (inside and out) up here. When my mom said this was the first holiday season she wasn't dreading since Granny died in 2008, there was no way I wasn't going to stay up here.

Did I mention I have the World's Greatest Husband(TM)?

While I'm not looking forward to winter without central heat (there's a propane furnace that scares the stuffing out of me, but it's not in the budget to replace it right now) it has been nice keeping the windows open here during the day since it's been cooler.

Here in Florida, in this part of the state, we get few days it's pleasant enough (and not raining) to open the windows.

It's comforting being here. I grew up here, my parents are close, other family and friends are close, and Sir is close. It's a win-win. And frankly, right now, I need all the emotional support I can get. Went to the doctor last week, and while I don't want to go into details, my doctor is now awaiting the result of two biopsies she did. We're hoping it's going to turn out to be nothing, but last year I did have two pre-cancerous places removed from a...rather tender area. And we're hoping this isn't a return. I also have to get my mammogram tomorrow, which oddly enough I'm not sweating, because my first one a couple of years ago was fine.

And facing my first holiday season now without either of my grandparents is rough, to say the least. They were an integral part of my life and I was blessed to have them as long as I did. But I'm determined to blend old traditions with new, and celebrate these holidays with my family and friends and make it a good one with as little stress as possible.

And, oh yeah, Grimalkin, aka Grim, aka Grimlin, aka Senor Nasty, aka Houdini Kitten is growing. Moved him up to a larger sized crate, and now he swings from the top of it like a frickin' monkey. He also figured out how to get out of it (hence the Houdini moniker) and it only took him escaping three times for us to figure out how he did it and remedy the situation.

Yes, we are somewhat slower in intelligence than an 8-week old kitten. *sigh*

I'm back to work on the Triple Trouble series bridge book, as well as some crochet projects. New fingerless gloves to keep me warm, and a really fun fox hat (has ear flaps and fox ears LOL) for Halloween.

And...one week until "Hernando Heat" officially releases! Woot! It's already on Siren's bestseller list, and it's not even out yet!! *Snoopy Dancing!!* My readers totally ROCK! :)

Excerpt & Adult Excerpt: Steam (prequel to the Triple Trouble series)

2011-10-24T02:00:00.002-04:00

"Steam," the sequel to "Boiling Point" (Tasty Treats Vol. 3) and a prequel to "Trouble Comes in Threes" (Triple Trouble 1) is available from Siren-BookStrand. Here's an excerpt and an adult excerpt to whet your appetite! :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/steam

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour 128: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M, Shape-Shifter]

Lina’s finally getting the hang of being mated to twin Elemental dragon shifters, but the Goddess gig still has her stumped. She wouldn’t trade being mated to Jan and Rick Alexandr, even though she might end up accidentally blowing them up for getting on her nerves.

When Lina, her Watcher, and their dragon mates are summoned to Yellowstone National Park for a shifter Gathering, Lina never anticipates she’d soon become fast friends with Brodey Lyall, a wolf shifter. She senses Brodey’s deep grief over a recent loss, but that’s the least of their problems.

An ancient foe with an old grudge threatens to destroy everything Lina holds dear. Now it’s up to Brodey to outsmart a homicidal, psychopathic chicken bent on revenge. Can Brodey safely reunite Lina with her men, or will a forest fire and Yellowstone’s harsh elements prove too much for even the wily wolf shifter to overcome?

Excerpt

Lina's heart fluttered at the sight of her dragon shifter mate. Wavy blond hair, ice blue eyes, pale skin, and a drool-worthy bod. Janek Svarog Alexandr formed the ice and earth half of the Elemental twin brothers. Usually the calmer and more level-headed brother, his temperament fitted his elements. He poured himself a mug of coffee, then leaned in and brushed a cool kiss along the back of Lina's neck.

"Good morning, lovely," he murmured, sliding into the chair next to her.

"There's a Gathering next week," Kael informed him.

Jan leaned forward and rested his forehead on the table. "Nooo."

Kael smirked. "Oh, yes."

"What's wrong?" Lina asked.

Kael grinned. "You want to tell her?"

Jan shook his head without lifting it. "I don't need this shit right now." He finally sat up and looked at her. "I know you've been wanting to meet our family, but I was hoping for a less..."

"Overwhelming?" Kael helped out.

Jan shot him a dirty look. "Busy venue."

Lina felt a surge of agitation wash through her. She clamped down on it. Until she knew what havoc her newest batch of powers could wreak, it was best she not get upset. "Answers, please."

Kael didn't speak. Jan sighed and turned to Lina, lacing his fingers through hers. His touch, as usual, felt comfortably cool. "A Gathering is like a business meeting, family reunion, political summit, and sometimes a speed-dating session all rolled into one."

"Then what's the big deal?"

"It's all shifters. Not only dragon shifters. Canines, felines--everyone. Most of the shifter races will send representatives."

"Whoa." She tried to absorb that information. Before now, she'd specifically told them not to overwhelm her with too many shifter details over the past eight months. Especially since she'd taken over Callaway and Associates following her former boss Edgar's impalement at the bottom of her pool after he tried to kill all three of her men. Zack being one of "her men" as far as she was concerned. "Canines? You mean...werewolves?"

Kael cleared his throat. Jan shot him a dirty look. "No, not werewolves. Don't call a wolf shifter that, they're liable to go batshit on you. Werewolves are totally different."

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Okay, back to the topic at hand. I have to drop everything and traipse out to Yellowstone for this Gathering? Why can't you guys go? We've got five huge commercial jobs right now." Callaway and Associates was the architectural design firm where the Alexandr brothers met Lina when they went for a consultation on building their house.

"Goddess has to go," Zack snarked. "You're sort of going to be the dragon shifters' star attraction."

"Zack!" Kael and Jan sharply scolded him.

Lina's jaw clenched. "Don't. Call me. That." She didn't care what the stupid prophecies and Baba Yaga said, she didn't feel like a friggin' goddess.

She felt like a woman about to lose her mind.

Rick appeared in the kitchen doorway. "What'd Zack do this time?" He leaned in and kissed Lina with lips that felt scorching hot on his way to pour himself a cup of coffee. Jarek Stribog Alexandr's straight black hair, warm amber eyes and tan skin set him drastically apart from his twin brother. The fire and air half of the Elemental twins, his hot, quick temper matched his hot, hard body. Yet for Lina, he would turn himself inside out to make her happy. Both brothers would.

"He's busting Lina's chops before she's had a full pot of coffee," Kael said.

Rick laughed. "Dude, that's seriously asking for trouble." He sat on Lina's other side. "What's going on?"

Kael filled them all in. A huge shifter Gathering, to be held at Yellowstone National Park that week. The Elders of their dragon shifter flagyer decreed attendance was mandatory.

"They want to meet Lina," Kael said. "And perform your binding Ceremony."

Lina sat up. "Our what?"

"It's like a--" Kael was drowned out by the other three men suddenly being struck by coughing fits.

She glared at Jan, then Rick. "What did you say, Kael?"

Rick, a man she'd never seen scared, looked horrified. "Nothing."

"Right, nothing," Jan agreed.

The fact that the two brothers readily agreed to anything other than the fact that they loved her heart and soul made her immediately suspicious. She looked at Kael. "It's like a what?"

"Wedding."

"WHAT?" The dragon shifter men eased their chairs away from the table in preparation to run.

Only Zack held his ground. "Sweetie, it's a dragon thing."

"I don't give a shit what the hell it is, nobody's marrying me off just because some old fart dragons say so!"

This had been a major point of contention for Lina throughout her unconventional relationship with the brothers. The State of Florida decreed only one man and one woman could be married. Knowing her two men, they would kill each other before giving ground and voluntarily allowing the other to become Mr. Pavlina Zaria. Therefore, she'd decided neither would marry her. She hyphenated their last name to hers, and they'd each given her a beautiful ring--she'd made them draw straws for which ring would go on which hand so it was totally fair--but that's as far as she'd go. She didn't need a wedding certificate to prove her love for her men, or theirs for her.

Adult Excerpt

Inside, Rick and Jan didn't speak as she closed the door behind her and sat on the double bed. A tight squeeze, but since they would only be there six days, she figured she'd manage.

"I won't blow anything up," she promised.

The men relaxed and smiled before sitting next to her on the bed. "Sorry," Jan apologized. "Zack warned us to keep our mouths shut until you were safely settled."

"Yeah," Rick agreed. "Who says we never listen to him?"

She fell back on the bed and closed her eyes. Rick and Jan stretched out beside her. "I'm so tired. Please tell me we can sleep late?"

Jan reached over and tucked her hair behind her ear. "Yep. Nothing until after lunch tomorrow."

At that, her stomach growled. "Right on cue," she grumbled.

Rick laughed and rested his palm over her tummy. "You want us to bring you something, or you want to go eat? They're having a buffet over in the lodge in an hour."

As tired as she felt, she still wanted to see a little of the place. "I'll go." She looked at Rick, his warm, amber eyes focused on her. Then she turned her head and looked at Jan. Ice blue eyes meant only for her. "You know, I'm not liable to set fire to anything right now."

Jan smiled and traced her jaw with his finger. "Well, at twenty thousand feet, we didn't want to take any chances."

"Not that we think you're out of control," Rick hastily added, "but we know flying was stressful--"

"And since the Goddess of making grown men shit their pants isn't sure where the off button is on her freaky new powers, yadda yadda. I know." She smiled. "It's okay. Did you say an hour?"

Jan nuzzled his lips along the side of her neck, finding the spot behind her ear that melted her. "An hour to have some relaxing fun."

Rick needed no coaxing. He slipped his hand under her shirt. "Maybe we could relax you two or three times."

She loved these two guys despite how much they sometimes frustrated her. She hooked a leg around Rick's thigh and kissed him. Behind her, Jan nibbled the nape of her neck with sinfully cool lips, making her shiver.

Working together, the men quickly stripped her of her clothes before shedding their own. Who said they can't work together like a well-oiled team? she thought, suppressing a smile. Rick lowered his mouth to her left breast, teasing and sucking her nipple. Jan's hand slipped down her body, between her legs.

She rolled over and wrapped her lips around Rick's cock, which tasted sinfully warm and sweet in her mouth.

He moaned as he gently fisted her hair. "Oh, Jesus baby, you know I love that!"

She swirled her tongue around the head, swiping along his slit and exploring the ridge. He sucked in a sharp breath as she tasted his salty pre-come. "You keep that up, I'll explode," he warned.

Lina lifted her lips from his cock but licked down the sides where she palmed his sac and ran her tongue along it, teasing him the way she knew he loved.

Blindly groping, her hand found Jan's cool cock and she wrapped her fingers around it and tugged until he moved closer. She grabbed Rick's cock and held it, keeping him in place as she turned her attention to Jan.

His stiff shaft felt cool in her mouth as she explored it with her tongue, his taste subtly different but still as good. Rick's hand slid down her back, between her ass cheeks, until he plunged two warm fingers into her drenched pussy and stroked.

Lina moaned around Jan's shaft, prompting a moan in reply. "Oh, babe, that's so fucking good!"

She laved her tongue over his cock and balls, then switched back to Rick once she brought Jan close to the edge. Back and forth she alternated between warm and cool until both hard cocks pulsed in her hands, desperate for release.

The next time she engulfed Rick's cock, Jan broke free and changed position to kneel behind her. "You're a tease, lovely. I can't take this anymore. I need to fuck you or I'm going to lose my mind."

Rick's hands plunged into her hair again as he rocked his hips against her. "Hurry up," he said, his voice tight. "I want to finish inside her." He made her let go of his cock and shifted position so he could again suck one of her nipples into his mouth. He nipped at her, making her moan as more hot sparks shot straight to her clit.

Jan's hard cock brushed against her ass. She wiggled herself into position until she felt the thick, cool head pressing against her wet pussy.

Rick switched to her other breast, using his hand to continue teasing the first. Then Jan rocked his hips, sinking his cock all the way to the hilt inside her, making her moan. He rolled them onto their sides so she faced Rick.

Jan's fingers stroked her clit, knowing when to torment and when to relent. The cool sensation in sharp contrast to her hot body slowly drew her closer to release.

"You gonna come for us, baby?" Jan whispered in her ear. "I want to feel your sweet pussy squeezing me when you do."

Excerpt: Safe Harbor

2011-10-24T01:00:00.000-04:00

This is an excerpt from my EPIC award-winner, "Safe Harbor." This book is a good mix of the BDSM aspects of "The Reluctant Dom," with some of the humor and lighter moments of "Love Slave for Two." I mean, does it get any funnier when a cleptomaniacal miniature Yorkie confiscates a butt plug for a chew toy? (Oh, you want to know more, huh? Well, you 'll just have to read the book. *LOL*)

http://www.bookstrand.com/safe-harbor

Behind the scenes tidbit: I got the idea for Bart, Clarisse's miniature Yorkie, from two that I always see in a local business. When I told the woman about my idea and how I used it in the story, she nearly wet her pants laughing and loved it. And the two Greek restaurants mentioned in the book really exist.

This is one of my favorite exchanges from the book. This is between Mac and Clarisse, while she's trying to wrap her head around why Mac enjoys being Sully's slave.

Blurb:

[Menage Amour 119: Erotic Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, Contemporary, BDSM, Public Exhibition]

Clarisse seeks refuge from her abusive ex-boyfriend on the Dilly Dally, her uncle's old fishing trawler in Tarpon Springs, Florida. She doesn't expect to find Mac and Sully, the Dilly's sexy new owners, on board making love.

They're at first startled by her appearance, then outraged by the injuries her ex inflicted. They insist she stay with them, and with nowhere else to go, Clarisse agrees.

Both men find themselves falling for Clarisse, but she can't bring herself to completely trust Sully, a former cop, like her ex. She's shocked to discover the men aren't just lovers either, but full-time Master and slave in a BDSM relationship. As she learns more about their history and lifestyle, she uncovers her own hidden desires. When danger from her past returns, can Sully and Mac provide Clarisse a Safe Harbor?

Excerpt

Clarisse shoved that last twinge out of her thoughts. “What if he kicks you out with nothing?”

Mac shrugged. “He could, but he won’t. Legally we have an agreement that if we separate I’ll get certain things.”

“The Dilly?”

“That’s one of them.”

“It doesn’t scare you?”

“Why should it?”

Wrapping her head around the issue wasn’t happening as she hoped it would. She stood and paced the kitchen. “How do you know? How do you know you won’t get screwed? In the bad way,” she added.

“I don’t.”

“So you’re perfectly okay with him having all this control over you? Faced with the very real possibility of having to start over?”

He shrugged. “I can always get a job, go back to school for my master’s degree, something.”

It struck her how little she knew about the men. “You went to college?”

“Yeah. Sully made me take advantage of my GI Bill bennies. I had no interest in going to college. He ordered me to. I enlisted in the Army the week after I graduated from high school, went to boot camp a few weeks later. I had no interest in college.”

“What’s your degree in?”

“Marine biology. Sully said I could pick any major I wanted, but I had to earn a degree in something.” He smirked. “So you see, I’m not some poor, dumb asshole without options. I was offered an internship at Mote Marine. I turned it down despite Sully wanting me to take it.”

“He made you go to school?”

He grinned. “Yeah, how horrible is that? Fuckin’ sadist.”

Clarisse tried to process that. “You’re a marine biologist?”

He lifted an eyebrow. “No. I’m a slave.”

She blinked, trying to make sense of that. “Why would you give up a career to do that?”

“I trust him. This is what I want to do for the rest of my life, to serve him.” He studied her. “Have you ever really trusted anyone?”

She started to answer, then stopped, thinking about it.

Happy Sunday!

2011-10-23T10:11:00.000-04:00

See? I told you having the websites and blogs merged would allow me to update more frequently. LOL

Today's agenda includes morning working on the Triple Trouble bridge book. This afternoon, I have some errands to run with Sir, we're meeting up with a friend to go look at possible outdoor pony/puppy play venues for the group we're a part of. Fun, fun, fun. :) (Yes, look for me to include puppy and pony play - for those of you who don't know what that is, it's PEOPLE pretending to be animals, and does NOT involve bio-animals! - in a future book/s.)

Then home again and more work on the bridge book. The reason it's going so slow is I'm merging the dragons and the Lyall wolves into a single timeline. I want to make sure I answer questions from "Steam," as well as set up the events of book four (which won't make a bit of sense if I don't write this book first).

Patience, peeps! LOL I promise, it'll be worth the wait.

Have a great day! :)

Grim versus the ball track toy.

2011-10-22T20:07:00.002-04:00

I can't help it, I'm a proud kitteh mommy. Grimalkin (aka Grim) has had his first run-in with the ball track toy. He's still trying to get the hang of it.

New Post: Write Your Ass Off - Lie versus Lay

2011-10-22T19:29:00.002-04:00

Have a new post up at the WriteYourAssOff.com site, on how to tell lie from lay.

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/

Wonky Blogger?

2011-10-22T19:07:00.001-04:00

Seems like Blogger's acting a little wonky today. Sorry if you're having trouble getting to the website.

Lover's Scare Contest

2011-10-22T09:09:00.000-04:00

I'm participating in Bianca Sommerland's Lover's Scare contest. Stop by her site every day for great excerpts and a chance to win some awesome prizes. :)

http://www.im-no-angel.com/new-blog.html

Woot! "Contractual Obligation" accepted for publication!

2011-10-21T21:48:00.002-04:00

*Snoopy dancing!* Siren-BookStrand let me know today that they've accepted my latest manuscript, "Contractual Obligation" (mmf, contemporary) for publication! Details to follow as I get them. *grin!*

Oh, darn. I wasn't Raptured...again.

2011-10-21T10:06:00.000-04:00

Ya know, it boggles my mind that in today's age, there are still people like Harold Camping who make their living by trying to scare the living crap out of people. It's even more mind-boggling that there are people ~~stupid~~ gullible enough to not only believe him, but who uproot their families, sell all their stuff, and stand there waiting to be hauled up to some heavenly reward.

I have nothing against people's religious beliefs. What I have a problem with is the religious "establishment" that tries to keep power over people and sucks them dry financially. Especially when some of those "churches" are nothing more than thinly disguised political groups that shouldn't, IMO, receive tax exempt status.

It's very sad that there were people who actually sold their stuff and toured the country in RV caravans back in May "spreading the word" about the May non-Rapture.

Do people not research anymore? Do these people honestly fail to look into the history of the Bible and how it came to be? Ya know, the "rapture theory" is not actually in the Bible the way it's portrayed by a lot of evangelicals. Today's moden "Rapture" theory was actually concocted around the 17th century, and popularized back in the 1800's.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapture

Go ahead, I'll wait.

Google "rapture theory" and you'll get a lot of information about it. I strongly suggest if you're gullible enough to follow some old fart who has an engineering degree and keeps making wrong predictions about the end of the world, that perhaps you should educate yourself as to what he's preaching. And what he's preaching WRONGLY.

Again, I do NOT have a problem with religion.

I do, however, have a BIG problem with predators, regardless of their faith (or lack thereof) who prey on people looking for solace.I have a HUGE problem with establishments who use fear to keep a stranglehold on their followers. You know what groups like that are usually called?

Cults.

I support belief systems that give people comfort as long as it's not hurting them or anyone else. Unfortunately, there are too many "religious leaders" out there (and not just Christian, they're in EVERY denomination, including non-traditional ones) who are looking to protect their own interests and not promoting the common good. That's why I say while I support religious freedom, I do not and will not support religious "establishments."

And if you were expecting to get Raptured today and wake up tomorrow morning all disappointed, I'll do my best not to say see, I told you so.

Simple Facebook Etiquette

2011-10-20T21:59:00.000-04:00

You know, I didn't think I'd really have to post a helpful hint like this, but it just happened to me.

If you don't like what someone posts on their Facebook (or other social media wall), then DON'T COMMENT on it. If you do comment, don't do what the asshat on my wall just did and tell me to "pipe down" after insulting one of my friends. Disagreeing is one thing, being disrespectful and calling people "annoying" when they challenge your small-minded beliefs is just begging for a verbal smack-down.

Wow. That was this person's one-way ticket to me unfriending and blocking their ass.

Randomness: The making of the Darth Vader Volkswagen commercial.

2011-10-20T21:08:00.001-04:00

If you loved the Darth Vader Volkswagen commercial, you'll love this too, the outtakes that didn't make it into the final commercial.

Adult Excerpt: Hernando Heat

2011-10-20T17:49:00.001-04:00

This is an adult excerpt from my newest release, "Hernando Heat," now available for pre-order from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat

Adult Excerpt

She heard footsteps down the hall before sensing Joe in the doorway. He chuckled. “Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight.” She didn’t stop what she was doing as he walked across the room to the bed. She felt the bed shift behind her as Joe knelt on the mattress. Then his hands caressed her ass, stroking her rounded cheeks, his fingers pausing to brush against her mound.

That made her moan with pleasure, which in turn drew another moan out of Mason.

Joe chuckled. “Hmm, that’s an interesting reaction.” He stroked her again, making her moan around Mason’s cock again, and drawing yet another moan from his cousin.

She started to lift her head from Mason’s cock, but Joe gently rested a hand on the top of her head, holding her in place. “No, I think I like seeing you just like that. Plus it gives me perfect access to do what I want.”

She wondered what that was until she felt his lips and tongue between her legs, making her moan again. Every sound Joe pulled from her was echoed by Mason as the vibrations flowed from her throat to his cock. Joe licked and explored her pussy then drew her complete attention when he used his hands to hold her ass cheeks apart and his tongue slipped between them.

Katie nearly came from the new sensation as he circled her virgin rosebud with his tongue.

“Jesus,” Mason gasped. “What the hell are you doing to her, Joe? It sounds like you’re driving her out of her head!”

He sat up and chuckled, making her whine at the loss. “Nothing compared to what I’m about to do to her.” She sensed him reach for something but kept her eyes closed as she slowly sucked Mason’s cock. Then she felt something cool and slippery on her rim, followed by one finger carefully massaging the tight hole.

She shivered and spread her legs, giving Joe even better access to her ass. First one finger slipped inside her, then a second, nearly driving her out of her mind with need but not quite enough to push her over the edge. She desperately wished for a finger or tongue or even a cock to rub her clit and help her jump the final hurdle, but the men were content to keep her on the edge.

Finally, Joe withdrew his fingers, and then she felt him change position. “Relax, baby. Breathe through it.” The hard head of his cock pressed against her ass, and she felt stretched, not sure if she could take it. Then Joe reached between her legs and lightly stroked her clit with his finger.

She gasped around Mason’s cock. Joe didn’t tease her enough to make her orgasm, but the distraction from the stiff rod now plunging deep into her ass was enough to make her beg for them to make her come.

Both men laughed. Once she felt Joe’s thighs pressing against her ass, he slowly withdrew before sliding deep inside her again. It was an exquisite, filling sensation, different from their cocks in her pussy, strange and yet as right as everything else they’d done to her.

Then Joe reached around her and made her sit up against him. “Mason,” he hoarsely said, “I can’t hold it long. Let’s show this little lady who she belongs to.”

“Gladly.” With a sinful smile, Mason slid into position between her legs and helped Joe lower her down until his cock was poised at the entrance to her gushing pussy. “You belong to us,” Mason said as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

She cried out with pleasure at the incredible fullness within her. Then they started moving together, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder until they found a seesaw rhythm that had both cocks slamming into her. Mason reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers while Joe’s fingers found her clit again.

“Come for us, Katie,” Joe said, his voice deep and full of heat. “Show us who you belong to.”

She cried out when her orgasm hit, the hardest she’d ever felt in her life, the pleasure-pain of the hard and fast fucking keeping her release rolling through her like a runaway coach. She sobbed as it didn’t stop, the explosion bouncing around inside her and taking away all will.

“Yes!” she cried.

“Who do you belong to?” Joe commanded. “Tell us. Say it.”

“I belong to both of you,” she sobbed.

“That’s it,” Mason encouraged as he grabbed her hips and thrust hard and deep up into her. “You belong to us and you’re never gonna leave us, are you?”

“No!” she cried out.

“We feel you, baby,” Joe said, his hands now around her waist as his balls slapped against her flesh with every stroke. “You can’t lie to us that you love this. We feel your pussy begging us for more, don’t we?”

“Please don’t stop!” she begged. Despite worrying the pleasure might kill her, she never wanted it to end. It felt like her heart would burst from her chest.

“Tell us what you want, Katie,” Mason ordered. “Tell us you want us to fuck you hard.”

“Please…please fuck me.” She could barely gasp the words. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before threatened to take her very breath away.

“That’s our good girl,” Mason said. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” She felt his cock swell inside her cunt, triggering another orgasm in her. In her ass, Joe fucked her even harder, the whole bed now shaking with his efforts.

“I’m going to come,” Joe said. “You’re going to be filled with us, and you’re going to wake up knowing you belong to us, aren’t you?”

“Yes! Please, do it!”

New Blog Post at the BDSM Authors Playroom

2011-10-20T09:12:00.002-04:00

I've got new blog post up at the BDSM Authors Playroom: Don't dis the kink.

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/2011/10/dont-dis-kink.html

"Hernando Heat" now available for pre-order!

2011-10-19T23:14:00.000-04:00

Woot! "Hernando Heat" is now available for pre-order on the Siren-BookStrand website! :)

http://www.bookstrand.com/hernando-heat

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Western Ménage a Trois Romance, M/F/M]

Katie Dorchester's heart died with her husband. Worse, her ex-in-laws would kill to steal her property. Forced to leave town, she tries to build a new life in Brooksville.

Enter Joe Lansing and his cousin, Deputy Mason Carlisle. Joe’s had run-ins with the Dorchesters before…and suspects his fiancée paid the price. Mason lost his sister to a rich bully. The men have heartache of their own, but when they intercede on Katie’s behalf to protect her from the Dorchesters, they know she is the one for them.

Katie would do anything to protect Joe and Mason’s reputations in town, including giving up her own happiness with them. When the Dorchesters threaten her men, she tries to protect them the only way she knows. Now her men are in a race to save her life and their new family. Can they keep her safe in the deadly Hernando Heat?

A Siren Erotic Romance

New design.

2011-10-19T23:11:00.002-04:00

Yes, I'm playing with my blog design. Please bear with me as I continue to tweak it. Thanks!

Gidget's Halloween Costume

2011-10-16T20:37:00.000-04:00

I swear Gidget isn't upset. She loves to wear outfits. This was the only pic I got where her eyes weren't glowing like a demon. LOL

New Cover! "Hernando Heat"

2011-10-12T09:07:00.000-04:00

I love showing off a shiny new book cover! This is the cover for my upcoming release, "Hernando Heat" from Siren-BookStrand, coming later this month.

"Cross Country Chaos" on sale!

2011-10-10T12:04:00.003-04:00

If you haven't read it yet, Siren-BookStrand has my book "Cross Country Chaos" (writing as Lesli Richardson) on 50% discount until Nov. 7th as a retro release! (It was inspired by a real-life trip I took with my son LOL!)

http://www.bookstrand.com/cross-country-chaos

Blurb:

Divorced mom Kelly Alexander wants her younger son, Denny, who is in a wheelchair due to spina bifida, to participate in sports. Kelly finds out about the Junior National Disability Games, but they're in Spokane, Washington, a continent away from her Florida home. She's clueless about what to do next.

Mart Rawlings is a single, handsome wheelchair athlete who volunteers to coach Denny and helps him qualify--and falls hard for Kelly. But past heartache over her cheating ex fuels Kelly's reluctance to get personally involved with him.

Kelly must survive a grueling cross country drive to Nationals with her sons and mother, but more importantly, can she make herself take a chance on love?

Cross Country Chaos is a funny, passionate, and at times cringingly honest story of healing broken hearts, rebuilding trust, finding love in unexpected places, and realizing sometimes the greatest disability is between a person's ears, not their body.

A BookStrand Mainstream Romance

Great review for "Stoneface!"

2011-10-09T11:05:00.001-04:00

I received a great review for "Stoneface" from Mary's Naughty Whispers blog:

http://mary-whispers.blogspot.com/2011/10/stoneface-by-tymber-dalton.html

Candy. That is exactly what it is when a new release of Tymber Dalton is out. I do not even question myself. I hardly read the blurb. I just have to get it asap. period.

Thank you!! :) I'm glad you enjoyed it!!

Looking for a spooky read?

2011-10-08T22:01:00.000-04:00

It's that time of year again, when we go out of our way to scare the bejeezus out of ourselves. :) If you're looking for a spooky menage to keep you up all night, how about trying my book "Dead Moon Rising," writing as Macy Largo.

http://www.bookstrand.com/dead-moon-rising

Blurb:

[#205 Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F]

Sarah’s moving from Seattle to Miami when a cranky car and a terrifying brush with a serial killer leave her stranded in the middle of the dark and desolate South Dakota plains. Captain Plato Delaney of the South Dakota Highway Patrol is on the killer’s trail, and Sarah is the only living witness.

With limited funds and nowhere to go, Del invites her to stay with him and his lover, John Riley, himself a retired Trooper. It’s not long before the killer is on Sarah’s trail…and she’s in Del and John’s bed. Now the men have to protect Sarah against a killer who stays one step ahead of the law. But Sarah’s flashes of intuition prove to be stronger than any of them thought, and her conversations with the ghost of a little boy murdered decades earlier might be the key to saving them all from another Dead Moon Rising.

A Siren Erotic Romance

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases under my various pen names, including my newest "Stoneface," at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Still alive.

2011-10-06T01:00:00.005-04:00

Sorry I’ve been so quiet. We’ve got a new kitten, and I’m battling a sinus infection. Not fun. (Well, the kitten is cute, but one of his nicknames is now “Senor Nasty.” LOL)

A HUGE thank you to everyone who’s bought “Stoneface.” It’s currently up to #7 on Siren’s bestselling list, and getting great ratings and review from readers! (I love you guys and gals!)

You can find all my Siren-BookStrand releases at: http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton.

I also have a new post up at The Playroom BDSM Authors’ Blog:

http://bdsmauthorsplayroom.blogspot.com/ Please stop by and check it out.

What’s next? I’ve got another release coming later this month from Siren, called “Hernando Heat,” a mfm historical. I also have several manuscripts I’m busily working on to get turned in, including the third in the DSMC series (tentatively titled Spider Bight). Yes, I’m working on the next “Love Slave for Two” book, and the bridge book in the “Triple Trouble” series, don’t worry. LOL

Adult Excerpt: Stoneface

2011-10-01T17:55:00.004-04:00

This is an adult excerpt from my book "Stoneface," available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/stoneface

Adult Excerpt

Tim stretched out in bed next to her and started kissing her as Jack’s fingers slowly started massaging her rim again. He gently pressed for entrance with one finger and spent several long, achingly slow minutes stretching her.

Her cunt throbbed, desperate to feel a cock inside her. Tim reached up and cupped one of her breasts, teasing the nipple with his thumb. She thought the sensation would drive her mad with need.

“Please,” she gasped. If they kept this up, she’d spend all night coming. And it’d been years since she’d had two orgasms in the space of twenty-four hours.

Both of them self-induced.

How sad am I?

She shoved that thought out of her brain and tried to relax as the men refused to rush.

“No, I like hearing you beg,” Jack teased. “The longing in your voice. That just really gets me revved up.”

Tim chuckled. “He’s not kidding. I can’t tell you how many times he’s made me beg.”

“Please!” She had no shame. That point had long passed and was miles away in her rearview mirror.

“Please what, baby?”

She wiggled her hips. “Please fuck me!”

He added more lube and a second finger to her tight ass, slowly fucking her with his hand. “Oh, I will fuck you, baby. All night long. So will Tim. You’re just dying to feel what it’s really like to have two cocks inside you at the same time, aren’t you?”

Her body trembled with need. “Yes!” she gasped.

Tim sat up and held up a condom wrapper. “I think I’d like to slide my cock inside that sweet pussy of yours.”

She swallowed hard and eagerly nodded. He took his time sheathing his cock in the condom, frequently shooting her looks that told her he was enjoying torturing her with the wait every bit as much as Jack was.

He lay back and rolled her on top of him, Jack never relinquishing his hold on her ass. In fact, before Tim could enter her, Jack added a third finger, stretching her even more, making her gasp.

Jack stopped moving. She heard the concern in his voice. “You okay?”

She nodded. “Hell, yes! Please don’t stop?”

Both men laughed. “Don’t worry,” Tim said, grabbing her hips. “We won’t.” He positioned her above his cock and she moaned as she impaled herself on him.
“Oh, yes!” She wanted to start riding him, the delicious feeling of Jack’s fingers in her ass stoking her desire to furnace intensity. But the men wouldn’t let her, holding her still while Jack kept up his sweet torture.

“Not yet, baby,” Jack crooned. “When we’re ready.”

She wiggled and squirmed, but Tim wrapped his arms around her and pulled her down to his chest, holding her still while he deeply kissed her. Finally, after what felt like forever, Jack withdrew his hand and disappeared for a moment. Then she heard him return and the sound of a condom wrapper being ripped open.

After a long, agonizing moment, she felt him kneel behind her and even more lube drizzled down the seam of her ass. “Relax, baby. We’ll be here a while.”

At first, she wasn’t sure she could take him despite the careful preparation. But he did go slow, every little bit of forward motion filling her deeper, stretching her with an erotically charged ache she both loved and wasn’t sure she could take another second.

When he was finally seated deep in her ass, he pulled her up, her back pressed against his chest. Tim’s eager hands immediately went to her breasts, pulling and tugging on her nipples as Jack nibbled on her shoulder.

“How’s that feel?”

Better than great, even better than she thought it ever could. Never in her perviest dreams had she ever thought it could be that good. She nodded. “Great!”

He nipped her. “Better than you imagined?”

She tried to wiggle and move to rub her clit against Tim’s body, but Jack held her still in his firm embrace. “Yes!”

Tim laughed. “Oh, baby, you ain’t seen nothing yet.” He dropped one hand to her swollen, throbbing clit and started rubbing.

Gwen’s orgasm immediately exploded, rolling through her body, intensified by the feeling of the two cocks buried deeply inside her. She gave all control over to Jack as he held her, whispering dirty things in her ear as Tim relentlessly kept her coming. Just when she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, Jack lowered her on top of Tim and both men started moving. They fucked her slowly at first, getting their rhythm down, seesawing their cocks back and forth into her as she trembled with each wave of pleasure rolling through her.

Who needs a vibrator? she thought as another climax had her muscles squeezing both cocks and only intensifying the sensations within her.

“Jesus, that’s beautiful!” Tim gasped as his hands clamped down on her hips again. “Holy crap, I’ve never felt anything like this!”

Jack’s hands grasped her shoulders as he slowly thrust, withdrawing almost all the way before pushing deep within her. Tim’s cock hit her clit with each stroke, and she gave up trying to think as pure lust and passion assaulted her senses.

Adult Excerpt: More Than Make-Believe

2011-10-01T10:00:00.012-04:00

If you're looking for a hot and hunky manlove story, please check out "More Than Make-Believe" (writing as Tymber Dalton) available at Captiva Press.

http://captivapress.com

Blurb:

When you fall for a fantasy, how do you know if it’s more than make-believe?

Travis, an unquestionably straight college student, finds himself in a financial bind. He’ll do anything legal—including going gay for pay—and spends a weekend as Craig Rocke, letting gay porn star Marston Cougar have his way with him on film. Marston tells him to remember it’s all just a fantasy for the camera, even though it sure feels like more.

Gary, also known as Marston Cougar, has a respectable day job. A straight guy, he started out making gay porn to pay his way through college. After getting his heart broken he has a no-dating rule. Now paired with “virgin” Craig Rocke, he finds it hard to keep it make-believe when he’s losing his heart.

Gary’s young niece needs surgery, and he almost has enough money to quit for good. But now that he feels a true connection with his fantasy co-star, will he be able to find a happily ever after with him when it’s more than make-believe?

Contains a modern fairy tale, hot manlove, movie magic, flipped perceptions, and a cranky three year-old who really wants her pizza.

Content Warning: Graphic language, sensual and explicit scenes of m/m sexuality including oral sex, anal sex/play, sex toys, public exhibition, group sex, and public sex.

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ADULT EXCERPT

Travis felt another mask descend over Marston’s face. This time he was on camera and playing to that. “So you looking to make some cash, huh, Craig?”

Travis nodded. “Yeah.”

Mars leaned forward, elbows on his knees, hands clasped. His intense hazel eyes bored into him. “You ever think about fucking a guy before?”

“No.”

“And you’ve never sucked a cock before, right? Never had a guy blow you?”

“Right.”

“I love taking a straight cock virgin. Stand up.” He did, and Marston’s eyes slowly roamed his body. “Turn around for me. Let me see your pretty ass.”

He did, blushing. He didn’t jump when Mars reached out and touched his butt through his khakis, but only through sheer effort of will.

Marston stood and pressed his body against his back. The other man was about three inches taller, not too much heavier. Marston’s hands came to rest on his hips and he forced himself to relax.

“You have a very nice ass,” Marston said. “I’m going to enjoy being the first guy to fuck it.” Marston’s fingers tightened on him. He felt the man’s cock thicken against his ass through his slacks as he rocked his hips against his butt.

Marston turned him around and kissed him. Travis didn’t know what to do or expect at first and finally went with it. He closed his eyes. After a minute he realized it wasn’t bad. Actually, Marston wasn’t a bad kisser. As he relaxed into it, Marston ran a hand through his hair, fisted it, kissed him with more force and added a little tongue.

His breath caught as he tried to fight the resistance that crept in and tensed his body.

Go with it. It’s all make-believe.

Relaxing again his lips parted, giving Marston full access. The man took it, his other hand dropping to his lower back and holding him tightly against him, his rigid cock pressing against Travis through their clothes. Unsure what to do with his own arms, Travis let them slide around Marston’s body and held on.

Marston lifted his head. “That’s it, baby. Just go with it. You’ll be begging for my cock by the time we’re done, I promise.”

Mars kissed him again. This time Travis threw reserve to the wind and got into it. If he couldn’t kiss the man, how would he suck his cock?

Picture Ben Franklin.

After a few minutes of kissing, Marston lifted his head and looked down at him. “Okay?”

Travis nodded.

Mars grabbed one of Travis’ hands, placed it over the front seam of his trousers, and squeezed. He was hard. Understandable, his own cock had started throbbing, whether from the Viagra or damn good method acting or genuine desire, he didn’t care. He felt a little more confident since he wouldn’t be on film looking like a limp noodle.

“That cock is going in your sweet virgin mouth first. I’m going to teach you how to suck a cock the right way. Then I’m going to take it and drill your untapped ass until you’re begging me to make you cum. How’s that sound?”

His mouth had gone dry, but he nodded.

Mars smiled. “I’m going to suck your cock too, baby. Show you how it should be done. No woman can suck cock as good as I can. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t ever want pussy again. You’ll beg me to be my full-time bitch.”

Marston guided him over to the bed, where he sat and leaned back, propped on his arms. “Take off your shirt for me.”

Travis pulled it off over his head and dropped it to the floor.

Marston smiled, his lower lip caught under his upper teeth. He let out a low hiss. “Fuckin’ beautiful. Come here.”

Travis nervously stepped forward. The other man’s hands roamed his body, pinching his nipples, tracing the curve of his flesh, until his fingers stopped over his slacks.

Marston grabbed his crotch and squeezed, prompting a moan from Travis. Yep, he was officially hard now. “Feels like you’ve got a nice cock of your own. You like me touching you, don’t you, baby?”

Travis nodded.

“Say it. I want to hear you say you like it.”

“I like it.”

“You want me to play with your cock, don’t you?”

“Yeah.”

“You want to suck mine too, right?”

“Yeah.”

“Say it.”

It’s only make-believe. “I want to suck your cock.”

“Oh, fuck yeah, baby.” He quickly worked on Travis’ belt and slacks until they hung open. “Take your cock out for me. Show me what you got, I want to see it.”

Fumbling with nervous hands, Travis pulled his stiff member out.

“And look at that.” Marston trailed one finger from the base to the tip. It twitched under his touch. “It’s nice and hard for me. Can’t fake that kind of interest, can you?”

“No.”

“Get out of those pants. I want you naked.” He leaned back, propped on his hands while Travis stripped his pants off. It got easier to ignore the crew as he focused on Marston’s intense gaze.

Marston studied him for a moment before he leaned forward again. He stroked Travis’ sac, palming it and giving his cock a quick squeeze that prompted another moan from him. “You like that?”

“Yeah.”

“You want more than that, you know what you have to do. Your first lesson on how to suck a cock starts now.” He leaned back again and pointed at his own pants.

Travis met his gaze. Marston’s eyes flicked down before they returned to him and Travis knew what he wanted. He dropped to his knees between Marston’s legs. With trembling hands, he started unfastening his belt, then his slacks.

“Look at that, you’re a total natural. Knew just what to do. I bet you were made to suck cock, baby.”

He’d gone commando, and the cock he’d seen in the still photos sprang free. He didn’t know what kind of fabric softener Marston used, but his clothes smelled good. He nervously glanced up at him. Marston tipped his head in a nod.

“Go on, hold it. It’s not going to hurt you. Think about how you like your cock touched and touch me.”

Okay, he could do that. He gently stroked him, growing bolder as his brain feverishly worked to translate his potential earnings into a substantial breakdown he could focus on to take his mind off what he was doing. Minimum seven grand, over three days, equaled twenty-three hundred a day. If they worked ten hours a day, that was two hundred and thirty-three dollars an hour. Meaning he’d already earned a minimum of twenty dollars just from what he’d done.

He could do this.

It’s only make-believe.

Marston reached out with one hand and cupped the back of his head, gently but insistently. “I want your sweet lips on my cock, baby. Come on, quit teasing me and suck it. I bet you’re a natural.”

Travis picked out individual veins on the man’s shaft. Marston didn’t shave, but he wasn’t very hairy and looked like he trimmed his bush. Travis slowly leaned forward, his eyes focused on the slit at the end of his stiff cock.

http://captivapress.com

"Stoneface" now available!

2011-09-26T01:00:00.005-04:00

My newest Siren-BookStrand release, "Stoneface," is now available!

http://www.bookstrand.com/stoneface

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Contemporary Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M]

Gwen has a cheating ex, a paranoid best friend, crazy overprotective and ultra-religious parents…and is a successful erotica writer. Forced to overcome her fear of flying to search for her sister in Rapid City, Gwen doesn’t expect to run into her internet buddy, Tim. Better yet, Tim’s boyfriend, Jack, is a police detective. They welcome Gwen and her older brother, Liam, to stay with them during their search.

Jack earned his “Stoneface” nickname after personal tragedy hardened his heart. He loves Tim, but Gwen stirs up painful memories that make Jack’s feelings for her suspect in his own mind. It doesn’t help that he falls in love with her.

Unfortunately, finding their sister leads to more problems. Shattered trust, broken hearts, and Liam coming out to their parents in a defiant showdown make Gwen question her priorities. Can she risk her heart again trying to break through Jack’s “Stoneface” façade?

A Siren Erotic Romance

Randomness: Funny Commercial

2011-09-24T22:18:00.002-04:00

I LOVE this commercial. One of the funniest ever made, IMO, and it makes me laugh every time I see it.

Dear Facebook...

2011-09-23T13:51:00.000-04:00

Dear Facebook,

Once upon a time, I was a member of MySpace. It was nice, I liked it, but it got too gimmicky. Too many bells and whistles, too much A/V content. I just wanted an easy way to connect with people, in a simple interface, with no extra bells and whistles. That's why I liked Facebook.

Now, it's like you're trying to become like MySpace (and considering that site now sucks, I'm not sure that's a good idea...), and you're using Twitter-like crap on my feed page that I DO. NOT. LIKE. (I have a Twitter account. If I want to use Twitter, I use Twitter.)

Fortunately for me, Google+ seems more interested in the user as the customer and keeping us happy so we stay there and USE IT. Yes, I know they feed me ads, which is how they make money, but they seem to give a crap about my user experience.

So guess what my priority will be from now on? Yes, Google+. Oh, I'll still keep and use my Facebook account. I still have a MySpace account. But I don't actually use it anymore. And I'm sure as more of my friends and family migrate over to Google+, my usage of Facebook will decrease until you're as obsolete as MySpace.

Thanks a lot, and have a nice day.

Thanks, Facebook...NOT!

2011-09-22T12:53:00.000-04:00

Well, the newest round of ~~fuckups~~ improvements Facebook applied for no good reason whatsoever has totally screwed up my feeds AND is apparently interfering with my TweetDeck posts to my pages. Which makes my life MORE complicated, not less.

If anyone wants me on Google+ (which I'll apparently be using more) it's tymberdalton AT gmail DOT com

Woot!! "Stoneface" available for pre-order!

2011-09-16T16:10:00.000-04:00

I'm so excited! I just found out my latest book, a mmf contemporary called "Stoneface," is now available for pre-order on the Siren-BookStrand site!

http://www.bookstrand.com/stoneface

Writing How-To Series: The editing process.

2011-09-13T13:04:00.001-04:00

I've got a new post up at the WriteYourAssOff.com site about how a writer (especially a newbie one) should approach the editing process. Enjoy!

Two new releases coming soon!

2011-09-10T09:27:00.000-04:00

I'm happy to announce I've got two new releases coming soon from Siren-BookStrand! It looks like "Stoneface" will release later this month, and "Hernando Heat" will release possibly in December, if not earlier.

Blurbs:

"Stoneface" (contemporary, mmf)

Gwen has a cheating ex, a paranoid best friend, crazy overprotective and ultra-religious parents…and is a successful erotica writer. Forced to overcome her fear of flying to search for their sister in Rapid City, Gwen doesn't expect to run into her internet buddy, Tim. Better yet, Tim's boyfriend, Jack, is a police detective. They welcome Gwen and her older brother, Liam, to stay with them during their search.

Jack earned his "Stoneface" nickname after personal tragedy hardened his heart. He loves Tim, but Gwen stirs up painful memories that make Jack's feelings for her suspect in his own mind. It doesn't help that he falls in love with her.

Unfortunately, finding their sister leads to more problems. Shattered trust, broken hearts, and Liam coming out to their parents in a defiant showdown make Gwen question her priorities. Can she risk her heart again trying to break through Jack's "Stoneface" façade?

"Hernando Heat" (historical, mfm)

Katie Dorchester's heart died with her husband. Worse, her ex in-laws would kill to steal her property. Forced to leave town, she tries to build a new life in Brooksville.

Enter Joe Lansing and his cousin, Deputy Mason Carlisle. Joe's had run-ins with the Dorchesters before…and suspects his fiancée paid the price. Mason lost his sister to a rich bully. The men have heartache of their own, but when they intercede on Katie's behalf to protect her from the Dorchesters they know she is the one for them.

Katie would do anything to protect Joe and Mason's reputations in town, including giving up her own happiness with them. When the Dorchesters threaten her men, she tries to protect them the only way she knows. Now her men are in a race to save her life and their new family. Can they keep her safe in the deadly Hernando Heat?

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You can find my Siren-BookStrand page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

And...if you didn't know it, I also write as Lesli Richardson, Tessa Monroe, and Macy Largo. :)

Make sure to "like" my Facebook fan page so you can stay up to date on the latest!

http://facebook.com/tymberdalton

And (just what I need!) I have another blog page for writers:

http://writeyourassoff.com

I'm compiling writing-related lessons and tips there instead of on my other pages.

Thanks!

"Love Slave for Two" on sale!

2011-09-10T09:17:00.002-04:00

The book that started it all, my first menage novel "Love Slave for Two" is on sale for a special price until Oct. 8th as part of Siren-BookStrand's retro release program. If you haven't read it, now's the time to grab it before it goes back up to regular price!

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

New writing exercise posted.

2011-08-25T19:13:00.002-04:00

I've posted a new writing exercise on character creation at WriteYourAssOff.com.

Enjoy, and Happy Writing! :)

Heads up, folks. Irene's on the way.

2011-08-25T09:03:00.002-04:00

People tell me, a native Floridian who's never lived anywhere else, they would never want to live in Florida for a number of reasons, but they normally rank hurricanes at the top of the list.

Fortunately for us, direct strikes by massive storms on our state aren't that common. But as the current storm, Irene, is proof, Florida is far from the only area vulnerable to direct strikes from massive systems.

For those of you on the eastern seaboard in the path of this monster, it's time to take heed. I don't care how many near misses you've lived through, or if you think your local emergency management folks are full of beans. This is a storm to pay attention to and prepare for, even if the preparations turn out to be unneeded. Believe me, as someone who lived through Charley, a storm that wasn't supposed to hit us but made a last-minute turn in our direction and hit us head-on, you do NOT want to guess wrong. And don't forget to take care of your pets. Don't leave them behind.

Good luck to all those in the storm's path, and please stay safe.

On my way to a healthy habit.

2011-08-08T11:49:00.000-04:00

Dragged my tuckus out of bed early to make it to a 9 a.m. Aqua Fit class. (Okay, so the cats dragged me out of bed early. They decided to cause a ruckus at 5:45 and I never went back to sleep.)

I hit the sauna first, then the hot tub, for about five minutes each, to try to wake up, warm up, and limber up. Then the pool (supposed to be heated) was COLD! But I got a couple of slow laps in before the class started and by the time the instructor got us moving, it was okay.

I'm going easy on the cardio, focusing mostly on strength training right now. I did get some cardio in with this class, and it wasn't too hard on my shoulders/arms. My abs are somewhat sore from all the crunches I did yesterday, but not nearly as bad as I thought they would be.

My first weigh-in is tomorrow. Already, I've lost a little over 3 pounds this first week. WOOT! And I've been managing to stay under points the past several days. I decided to swap my activity points first instead of the weekly points. That will give me more motivation to get them built up. (That old OCD Taurus thing in my brain helps me in this case. LOL)

...And that's a hat trick!

2011-08-07T16:00:00.000-04:00

Three times to the gym in one week. WOOT! I took it easy on my arms today (my shoulder is giving me fits) and just did machines for abs and legs. Did thirty minutes on the machines, then swam for twenty minutes. My problem before was I'd get bored doing the same thing all the time, so the chance to work on multiple machines in one session helps with that.

So far so good on sticking to the plan. I've switched to using up my activity points first, which is more motivation to me to exercise daily. Might not be much every day, but at least on days like this, I can rack up eight points. So far since I started the other day, I've earned thirty points and only used one (and that one was the day I signed up, which was late at night and I'd already had a huge meal at dinner LOL).

I started a challenge, Fit Floridians, for everyone to try to earn at least one activity point every day (or more, if you so desire).

Survived work-out #2.

2011-08-06T19:00:00.000-04:00

Hubby went with me to the gym today. First we had to hit a few stops, I needed new earbuds (couldn't find mine) and an iPod holder, swim goggles, and swim cap (for me), dog and cat food (not for me LOL), and finally got there.

Did some machines first, lots of leg work because I need the most work in my butt and thighs, but I did some crunches on the machine and some arm work too. Then 10 minutes on a stationary bike, then...

Ahhhh, the pool. :) My favorite. LOL I did several laps at a brisk pace (for me), hubby did some laps and some water walking. Finished that, then to the hot tub for a few minutes. Shopping at Publix (getting easier now that I know some of the basics to get, can we say bingeing on fresh fruits? LOL) and then home. I'm soooo ready for a nap, but one of my publishers dropped edits into my inbox yesterday and I want to get them done. Plus I'm working my way through the Rosetta Stone Latin America Spanish course. It's stupid that I live in Florida and can't speak more than a few words of it. I've taken it several times in school but always just the basics and my retention sucked after the class was over.

Go me! :)

...And I didn't drown.

2011-08-04T21:31:00.003-04:00

Well, I signed us up for a gym. Nice place, even has a pool, hot tub, and sauna. And today they had an "aqua fit" class. I figured that would be perfect for me, low-impact and easy to do because of my fibro. Hubby went with me and did it too.

We survived. LOL We both felt like...well, fish out of water, but we survived. Half the time we weren't sure what we were supposed to be doing, but one of the other students assured us it took her several classes to get the hang of all the moves.

And so far, I'm still under-quota on my daily points. Woot! Go me! Hubby and I are determined to work this together. Once he gets his weight where he wants it with the Medifast plan, he's going to transition over to Weight Watchers with me. (I think he's jealous of me getting carte blanche on fruits and veggies LOL.) It does make grocery shopping a little tricky, because I'm constantly calculating points and he's got to focus on calories. LOL Thank the Goddess for my Droid, because I loaded the WW apps onto it and was walking around Publix yesterday with my head down, plugging EVERYTHING into it before it went in the cart.

I have to admit the competitive Taurus in me likes that I feel like I'm "beating" the system in a way. (At least, for now I am. How long that lasts depends on how fast the scale moves down. LOL) Like tonight, I had plenty of points left, and I was plugging the ice creams still left in the freezer into the points calculator (and nearly having a coronary over THAT). Well, I wanted a treat, but I was still a little hungry. So I grabbed a handful of grapes (0 points) and noshed on those before I had one of my low-point ice cream bars (still yummy).

HA! Take THAT points calculator! LOL

Of course, our Lab, Scudder, won also, because I dropped the bunch of grapes on the floor and they went scattering all over the place. He managed to snarf three or four before I got them all gathered up. LOL

Another journey started.

2011-08-03T13:44:00.001-04:00

Well, I'm now a member of Weight Watchers. Hubby is doing the Medifast plan (under a nurse practitioner's supervision) and I decided why should he suffer alone. LOL In all honesty, I need to lose about fifty pounds to get to a healthy weight for my frame. I gained about twenty in a couple of months from the Lyrica I was on (which I stopped taking).

I have to admit, the fact that I can pretty much eat any fruits and veggies is a nice bonus. No problem in staving off hunger pangs, at least. I'm doing the online version, not the live meetings. So if you are on there, look me up in the community as tymberd and feel free to friend me.

Writing How-To: Promo on the Cheap

2011-07-09T18:06:00.001-04:00

I know I’ve harped on promotion before, but it can be overwhelming for an author, especially a new one, to effectively do it. There are so many avenues out there, free and that will cost you, that it’s mind-numbing to make a decision.

Rest assured, you can do a lot of effective promoting without spending more than a few dollars to register a domain name.

1. Get a website. Preferably, your pen name in .com, .net, and possibly .org if it’s in your budget. (I recommend Godaddy.com for domain registration.)

2. Get a Gmail address for your pen name. Use ONLY that email address, for fan mail and publication. (This will help keep your private email private.) (Free.)

3. Get a blog. If you aren’t able to make a website, then go to Blogger (http://blogger.com) and register one there. (Free.)

4. Go to Godaddy.com (or wherever you registered your domain at) and POINT them (forward them, depends on the terminology) at the blog address. It will take probably up to a couple of hours to take effect.

5. There are HUNDREDS, if not thousands, of free Blogger templates out there you can use to customize your blog. If that’s beyond you, you can use one of the pre-installed templates.

6. BLOG your ass off. Not just about your upcoming release, but about whatever. (Seriously, I recommend staying away from politics and religion.) Try to post at least once a week. Use tags in your posts. When should you start promoting if this is your first release and it’s not even out yet? You should have already started getting your name out there.

7. Don’t just copy/paste your text from Word into your blog. Make SURE you go back and preview it to make sure there are paragraph breaks, no typos, etc. (PROOFREAD your blog!!)

8. Facebook. Set up a PAGE and promote THAT. (Once you get over 25 followers, you can change the name of it to an easy url.) Don’t promote your profile because as of now, you’re limited to 5,000 friends. The pages are better suited for author promotions. Use the NetworkedBlogs app to set it up so your blog posts automatically post to your Facebook account. (Free.)

9. Set up a Twitter account for your pen name. (Free.)

10. Use the TweetDeck application (Free) to post to your Twitter and Facebook page at the same time. (Wise use of time. There are other applications too, like HootSuite, and others.)

11. Go to Amazon.com once your book is available there and set up an author page. (Free.) Set your blog RSS feed and Twitter feed to post to it. (See where I’m going with this?)

12. Goodreads.com – Ditto. (Free.) Set it up to pick up your blog RSS feed.

Okay, so far, all this (except for the cost of registering your domain name) is FREE. Totally free. And you can set many of these things up to cross-post automatically. You blog, and it can post to Facebook, Amazon, and Goodreads. You can post a Tweet and Facebook update at the same time. You can also install apps on your blog to post your Tweets automatically, so you have that option as well.

Do you see where I’m going with this? If you set as much up to cross-pollinate, so to speak, it will allow you to promote not only for free, but in one fell swoop. This is all stuff I’ve talked about before, but it’s now easier than ever to accomplish it.

There are also smart phone apps for many of the applications, so if you’re on the go you can post updates.

I don’t want to hear you say, “I don’t have time to promote.” Once you get just these things set up, you can literally cover a wide swath of promotions in just a few minutes of time every week. Think of what you could accomplish if you spent an hour a week? Ten minutes a day for six days a week. How cool is that?

I’ve also talked about things like email lists (Yahoogroups), but you can also participate in Facebook pages and groups. There are reader sites like AllRomanceebooks.com, CoffeeTimeRomance.com, ManicReaders.com, RomanceDivas.com, RomanceJunkies.com, Longandshortreviews.com, NightOwlRomance.com, and many others. (And that’s just for romance, not counting non-romance sites out there.)

Yes, some of those sites have advertising packages, but many of them have discussion boards…FREE.

The important thing is to get out there, build a relationship with your readers, not just shoving your books in their faces, but getting to know them, letting them get to know you, interact with them.

Now get out there and promo your ass off! :)

Double your pleasure...

2011-06-24T10:05:00.003-04:00

Yeah, you dirty pervs thought that title would mean sex, didn't you? :) No, unfortunately it's my entry into the world of dual-homeownership.

Don't know if that's a real phrase, but I'm using it as such.

I practically grew up in my grandparents' home. Being only five minutes from my parents' house, I was there every weekend and all during summers and holidays. It's strange to now own the house. It's an old house, over sixty years old, and while it's not in "bad" shape, it needs a lot of maintenance that my grandfather didn't do in the past couple of years. It needs a lot of upgrades (new wiring, anyone?) and yes, there are things I'd like to do to it, like add on a second bathroom.

But...it feels like home. And there's no way I'll get rid of it. Fortunately there's no mortgage, so it's not a huge drain on our monthly expenses. But shuffling around my budget is a big stress. There are upgrades to our home that I'd wanted to do (new kitchen, bathrooms, etc.) that are now pushed to the back burner.

But...it feels like home.

One thing I did last week (still paying for physically this week) is planted a bunch of bushes in the front yard that will hopefully grow tall enough to screen the house from the road. There used to be a huge old oak tree in the front yard, but it died a couple of years ago and had to be removed. We also put a couple of smaller trees in the front yard to hopefully fill in with some shade as they grow.

It's a smaller house than ours, and I'd forgot how juggling around only one bathroom could be so NOT fun sometimes LOL, but...it feels like home. Know what I mean?

So now we're going back and forth between the houses, trying to get the other house into maintainable shape so we can relax when we're there. Our animals are learning to enjoy road trips back and forth. And I'm finally starting to find a level of healing in my grief that both of my grandparents are now gone.

Truth is stranger than fiction. (And a lot more fun.)

2011-06-06T14:07:00.003-04:00

I've recently received yet another reader review on one of my BDSM books where the reader doesn't take issue with the story so much as they do the content. Basically because I'm guessing either 1) I didn't write about doing things the way they do it, or 2) they don't know the subject matter in real life.

And now since hubby's retired, I'd like to make a quiet little announcement that a lot of people already know about: I know the subject of BDSM not just because I've researched it, and not just because I have friends in the lifestyle.

I know the subject because I live it.

I know both ends of the D/s spectrum because I'm a switch. Dominant in some circumstances, submissive in others. I tend to play on the tamer end of the scale, but you know what? I've found out that impact play really helps lesson the "bad" pain I suffer from my fibromyalgia. I'm not a masochist, I don't "enjoy" pain. I do, however, relish the pain RELIEF I get from the endorphins released after a hard play session. There are also activities, like fire cupping, that give awesome pain relief. And as a top, I've discovered I'm a pretty vicious sadist. Fortunately for me, I have a dear friend who is also a switch (both a heavy sadistic Dominant and a heavy masochistic submissive), and I've learned a lot from both ends of the cane, so to speak, from him.

I'm not a swinger. I'm not a sex fiend. I'm not some strange pervert who goes around trying to get my freak on with any and everyone. Again, hubby and I in the grand scheme of things are relatively tame compared to some of our friends. LOL People who are into BDSM are into it for a variety of reasons. Some people play on the more sexual end of the scale, and some don't. I know people who play with each other all the time who have no sexual play whatsoever. I know some people whose BDSM play is mostly sexual in nature. And many fall somewhere in the middle.

But I am sick and tired of people who are either vanilla or kinky "won twue wayers" claiming aspects of my BDSM works aren't valid just because they don't agree with them. They are valid. Many of the things I write about are either based on some aspect of reality, or I've had people come to me after the fact and tell me that either they or someone they knew went through something similar. Play sessions I write about are frequently inspired directly (at least in part) from things I've witnessed or even participated in. I constantly have friends coming up to me and asking in a hopeful way if something I've seen them do will end up in a book. LOL (Yes, it might, but I always change names, people, and circumstances to totally fictionalize what happened.)

In "Safe Harbor" there are several characters, incidents, and locales based on reality. In "The Reluctant Dom" not only did a friend of mine tell me a similar circumstance happened to people he knew (the Master husband had to find a new Master for his wife), but I've had lifestyle slaves contact me to say that they either went through something similar, or that they strongly related to Leah, the heroine, because they discovered BDSM as a way to channel their self-injurious behavior into safer play.

Who's to say that's wrong just because it disagrees with someone's view of the world?

Life is truly stranger than fiction sometimes. I've personally witnessed scenes I couldn't even begin to write about because, in all honesty, no one would ever believe it. I've even participated in a few. LOL But one thing I can tell you, since we've started participating in BDSM, we've met friends we never would have known otherwise, a great group of people who are more like family than friends. And while yes, we've run into a few bad apples, for the most part it's great to be able to talk about vanilla subjects and veer into lifestyle topics at dinner and not have to worry about whether or not someone's going to look down their noses at you and judge you.

I joke with friends that I'm not in a mid-life crisis -- I'm in a mid-life oasis. Not that shit hasn't happened lately, because between the fibro and personal losses we've experienced yeah it's been a rough year. But in terms of how I'm dealing with it? Let me tell you what, I've got the world's best support net. I've got a husband I wouldn't trade for anyone or anything, close friends that are closer than family who I know I can always turn to when I need a shoulder, and a wide net of friends and acquaintances who are always quick with a kind word or patient ear when I need to kvetch.

And they understand.

I truly feel sorry for people who don't get to experience that level of trust and friendship in their lives. Not saying you have to participate in BDSM to get that, but I've found something that I never found in the "vanilla" world.

For the first time in my life, I can honestly say I'm overall happy and content with who and what I am.

And how many people get to say that?

New Update List.

2011-06-06T13:30:00.006-04:00

In an attempt to combat spam and fake sign-ups, I've switched my newsletter update list over to Yahoogroups. This is an update list only, not a discussion list, so you won't get much mail. Thanks!

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It's a sad, sad, sad world.

2011-05-24T10:19:00.004-04:00

Life is truly stranger than fiction sometimes.

After my last post, life took a 180-degree turn. I had a good Mother's Day weekend with hubby and friends. We went out to dinner and had plans to celebrate my birthday on Wednesday May 11th. I thought finally, my funk is broken in regards to Mother's Day/my birthday.

Then I received a call from my mom on the morning of May 10th.

She found my grandfather. He had died early that morning.

As I sat there listening to her, I thought really, REALLY, SERIOUSLY? Three YEARS to the DAY that Granny died? Practically at the same time of day?

SERIOUSLY???

In one way, yes, I guess it's kind of sweet that he died on the same day as Granny. On the other hand, as I told Hubby, screw my birthdays from now on. Don't want to think about them. Don't want to remember them. I can however joke that they made sure I'd never forget the date.

Fortunately, I got to talk to him the afternoon before. He'd called me and while short, I did get to exchange, "I love you's," with him.

So now I have his cat, his bird, and his house. Which...

Ugh. Not that bad, but the kitchen was gross. I'm no Martha Stewart, but at his age, and after losing Granny, he just didn't care anymore. All he'd talked about was dying.

So now with hubby literally days away from retirement, I now am scrambling to readjust my budget to support not one, but two houses. No way in hell will I lose that house. It's old, around 60-years old, wood frame, and my mom grew up there. I practically grew up there from all the time I spent there.

I'm just...still in shock in a way. Not dealing well some days. Had a major meltdown on Saturday, first screaming at a poor podocarpus bush to let go of my clippers, then later sobbing on a friend's shoulder when I finally broke down.

I don't process or deal with grief well. I never had. It's just one of those...things. So now I'm forced to deal with it.

To top it all off, a week later, last Tuesday, my vet tells me our bulldog, Bubbles (she'll be 11 in July) has an inoperable mass in her abdomen. Cancer. Our only viable option is to just keep her comfortable until her quality of life get to the point we have to make that decision.

Let's just say I'm not in the best frame of mind these days.

*sigh*

Reflections.

2011-05-02T12:27:00.003-04:00

I hate this time of year. With my birthday nine days away, it's a reminder of losing my grandmother back in 2008. She died the day before my birthday -- 5/10/2008. My birthday was on 5/11 -- which fell on Mother's Day that year.

And turning the big four-oh isn't what's getting me down either. It's the fact that my grandmother, who was very supportive of my writing efforts, isn't around to see the fact that I finally became a "writer." She died just before my first book was contracted.

Yeah, I know, I'm just a fountain of fun today. *sigh* At least I'm not rambling about the royal wedding or Osama bin Laden's take-down.

Contest: Win a signed copy of "Cardinal's Rule!"

2011-04-22T09:43:00.004-04:00

Okay, to be fair to my readers who don't use Facebook, this contest will be run here.

Easy contest to enter, all you have to do is reply in the comments to THIS post. Not on the mirrors on Facebook when it posts to my profile, but HERE on my Tales From the Snark Side blog at http://leslirichardson.blogspot.com I'll use random.org to pick a winner from everyone who comments (you can't have won a book from me in the past six months). Only one entry per person, please, to be fair. Make sure I have a way to contact you. If I don't have a way to contact you, you can't win. LOL Once I pick the winner I'll announce it on this post. If the winner doesn't respond within three days, I'll pick a runner-up.

And while it's not a requirement, it would be nice to gain some followers through Blogger and the NetworkedBlogs functions. LOL

You're playing for a signed print copy of "Cardinal's Rule." :) I'll pick a winner on Friday, 4/29. Good luck! :)

Nose-thumbers, beware!

2011-04-21T21:36:00.005-04:00

I've long espoused the benefits of indie publishing (heavy emphasis on e-publishing) in this blog. Yes, I'm biased. Yes, I used to be one of "those" writers who insisted I'd never "settle" because I wanted to publish a "real" book with a "real" publisher.

Now, I'm not using this post to say that "traditional" (sorry for heavy use of the quotes) publishing is dead. It's not dead. It might be committing a slow and painful suicide, but it's far from dead. However, let's face it, traditional publishing is doing more to kill and stifle the careers of good writers than it is helping them achieve their dream.

Kristine Kathryn Rusch has in the past two weeks posted two excellent entries on significant errors in how traditional houses report e-book earnings.

http://kriswrites.com/2011/04/13/the-business-rusch-royalty-statements/

http://kriswrites.com/2011/04/20/the-business-rusch-royalty-statements-update/

Hmm. I'd like to know what all those people who've thumbed their noses at indie houses are thinking now as they're looking at their "traditional" royalty statements. I'm not gloating, believe me. I'm angry on their behalf. It sucks when writers get screwed, because then you have the potential of losing good voices because they can't afford to follow their dream any more.

For those of you who have shied away from indie publishing, give it another look. Yes, there are perils to smaller houses who handle e-books and POD. But on the other hand, some of those indie houses are damn good (I'm lucky enough to be involved with a couple of them) and you have the potential to realize your dream if you want it badly enough and work your ass off to promote yourself.

At least they're not so far behind the times that they can't manage to get you the money you rightfully earned.