As a young woman, Kate Landry trusted the wrong man, and she paid dearly for her naiveté. Alone, pregnant and destitute, she survived by the sheer force of her will. Now forty-two, Kate has made a good living for herself and her daughter as the owner of the Bluebird Saloon. But she’s forgotten how to live. That is until he comes into her bar…
Liam St. James loved a girl once. And only once. After an accident paralyzed her, she didn’t trust he would continue to love her. Brokenhearted, Liam left and soon discovered a world where women did trust him—to be their sexual Dominant. He plays out the scenes masterfully, but the unexpected request from the stoic bar owner will pose his greatest challenge yet…
Kate and Liam embark on a journey to uncover repressed urges and, in the process, they discover new desires. They also fall in love with one another. But when you’ve been shattered as badly as they have by mistrust, deceit and abuse, loving is easy. Trusting is harder, if not impossible, especially when the heart is involved…
Shattered Trust is a BDSM romance. It contains explicit language and graphic love scenes, including bondage, domination, spanking, whipping and multiple partners. It is intended for mature readers only.
My romances are full of passion, with heat levels that range from hot to sizzling! I’m proud to have been a 2010 finalist in the prestigious Golden Heart®. Please join me for laughter and love, and where the good guys always win in the end.
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Sometimes it takes an opposite to see the beauty within ourselves. – Quoted from Snake Charmer blurb, important theme to discuss to you?
I love the saying, ‘There’s someone for everyone’. What I see in the mirror when I look at myself isn’t necessarily what someone else sees when they look at me through their eyes. I like that idea.
I like that someone can see what I consider as faults and can turn them into attributes. That’s what happens in Snake Charmer.
Both men feel they are unworthy of the other because of the way they look or what they’ve done.
Sometimes it takes finding an opposite to show us the beauty within ourselves.
When security consultant and ex-mercenary, Gabrielo ‘Snake’ Barbas, thwarts an attack of one of his co-workers, Riley Banks, he takes it upon himself to keep the smaller man safe. His job is made harder when he discovers the attacker is actually Riley’s ex-boyfriend, a ruthless man from a very wealthy and powerful family.
After a night of passion, Snake decides to take Riley far away from Richmond, Virginia to a town in Wyoming for the annual Cattle Valley Days celebration. He should have known that sex with Riley wouldn’t be enough, but he feels he has nothing else to give such a nice guy. Riley is the sexiest man Snake’s ever taken to his bed despite Riley’s claim otherwise.
Riley knows he’s average-looking at best, so why does Snake continue to flatter him? It’s obvious he’s not going to kick Snake out of bed, even after Snake informs him that sex is all he has to give. Why does Snake see him so differently than the rest of the world?
While Riley is busy trying to figure out the man who touches him like no other has before, Snake is busy trying to protect him from a monster in a business suit.
Excerpt for Snake Charmer:
“It’s only four-thirty. Where’re you going?” a co-worker asked.
“I have an appointment.” Riley Banks took a moment to clean his desk, locking all financial documents away securely before shutting down his computer. He usually stayed until at least six, but he’d received a disturbing call from his ex’s parole officer that morning.
“Did you clear it with Steven?”
“Yeah.” Riley shrugged into his suit jacket. No one at Tisdale Security knew about his past, and he hoped to keep it that way. Cal was used to him leaving much later in the work day, so if he could get out and get home before Cal came looking, it could very well save his life. It was worth pissing off a co-worker.
“See ya tomorrow,” Riley called out before leaving his cubicle. His job in the accounting office wasn’t exciting, but he felt safe working for the security company. Just because he didn’t want his co-workers to know what he’d been through didn’t mean he wanted history to repeat itself.
When the elevator doors opened, Riley stepped inside and stood in front of two muscular men. He didn’t know any of the specialists by name, but there were a few he recognized. The two behind him must be new, because neither looked familiar.
“Did you see that blonde in supplies?” one of the men asked. He groaned. “Man, she has the best tits in the whole building.”
Riley rolled his eyes. No wonder women thought men were pigs. “Her name’s Rachel,” he added to the conversation. “She’s married with a fourteen-month-old son named Ben.” He stared at the men’s reflections in the shiny elevator doors. It was obvious by the way they sneered down at the top of his head they hadn’t appreciated him butting in.
The moment the doors opened, Riley shot out of the elevator and headed to the side door that would lead him to the parking lot. Although he hadn’t approved of the way the two specialists had talked about Rachel, he wasn’t dumb enough to stick around for the fallout.
Nearing his two-year-old white Toyota Camry, Riley fished his keys out of his pocket. The hair on the back of his neck began to prickle when he heard a noise off to his left. Don’t look. Just get in the fucking car, he told himself.
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An avid reader for years, one day Carol Lynne decided to write her own brand of erotic romance. Carol juggles between being a full-time mother and a full-time writer. These days, you can usually find Carol either cleaning jelly out of the carpet or nestled in her favourite chair writing steamy love scenes.
Describe your novel in seven words or less?
An erotic dream of Happily Ever After.
If you were a tree (or animal) what kind of tree (animal) would you be?
A cat! I’d go where I wanted and cuddle when I wanted, LOL. I’d lay around stretched out in the sun.
What’s in your refrigerator right now?
A shelf full of homemade chicken noodle soup. I make lots extra because my daughter comes to steal it.
What inspired you to write your first book?
Seriously? LOL. This is going to sound really bad. I was watching SuperGator and another similar movie and then stayed up and wrote my first erotic romance, Dragons’ Mate. I know, I’m a sick woman!
If you were a Star Trek or Star Wars character, which one would it be?
Q. He has so much fun messing with the characters on Star Trek. I think he’s hilarious. I’m a diehard trekkie! Being a tribble would be fun too.
Where do you get your ideas for your books?
Anywhere and everywhere. Just seeing people walking can inspire me. On occasion I’ll wake up with an idea in my head. That is what happened with Touched by the Sandman. It was one of those dreams that stayed with me when I woke up.
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
*blushing* Most of the reactions, er, I write mainly erotic, you know, are from personal experience. I imagine it would be really hard to write sex scenes if you’ve never had great sex.
Do you see body type as part of the character?
Not really. We all have the same parts no matter the body size or shape. I don’t go all out describing bodies, more the parts, LOL. Though I do like those washboard abs. I tend more to mention coloring or the feel of the skin.
Why did you start writing erotic/erotic romance fiction?
It really just flows off of my pen. I’ve tried to not write erotic and on occasion a couple of my stories are not as hot as others, but well, I like writing it and my writing tends to go there whether I want it to or not. I think bodies are beautiful no matter the shape.
How do you describe sex scenes and keep them from becoming repetitive?
That is really hard to do! Thank goodness for editors and beta readers. They let me know if it is too much. I also use the find button to see how many times I use the same word. I reread the sections to make sure. If I don’t like it I’ll change it but it has to fit the tone of the book. No throbbing purple headed man wands in a contemporary/PNR tale that’s for sure!
Do you think it is best to call body parts by their anatomically correct names, or come up with euphemisms?
It totally depends on the book. I prefer to call them by their correct names as I think it adds a bit of a dirty little thrill.
Is there any additional info you would like to share with your readers about what’s next for you and your books?
I am currently working on four books/novellas I am trying to finish by the end of the summer. It depends where my muse takes me. Three of them are actually follow ups to books I have out.
One of them is another contemporary military, Her Savior in Camouflage. A Marine rescues a kidnapped videographer in Afghanistan. We originally met Alejandro in A Saint’s Salvation. Another is a PNR dragon shifter book, A Dragon’s Treasure, where Drake finds his mate. Drake is introduced in Dragons’ Mate, though this one is not a ménage. The third is Willow’s Cry where a park ranger meets a tree nymph he just can’t help but save. It takes place in the same location as Lightning Strike.
My forth is one I’ve been working on since NaNo in November. Stealing Hope is a dystopian PNR involving dragon shifters and how mankind is surviving in the after math. Dragons once ruled the world and they are once again searching for their mates among the survivors. This one started out innocently enough, then POW sex scenes, LOL. My son is thoroughly disgusted with me. He told me to take the sex scenes out. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that not only is there sex, but ménage scenes involved. It takes an awful lot of dragon ‘magic’ to change a human into a dragon.
Here’s a little peek at an unedited view of Stealing Hope:
Ari groaned, pumping faster as Hope squeezed his balls. Holding her head still, he thrust and exploded into her mouth. He could feel Hope moan and swallow, each vibration making him shiver until he had nothing left. Ari pulled out of Hope’s mouth and leaned down and kissed her. Hope moaned as his tongue explored her mouth and his hands fondled her swollen breasts.
“I want you again.” Ari’s voice was harsh. He moved, kissing her neck, pushing her down to lay on the ground until he could suckle a nipple. Hope arched offering herself to him. Ari slid a hand down and slid a finger inside her heat. Hope froze. It had all felt good until then. Her body was sore and tender from his unfamiliar possession. Ari stopped and dropped his head against her. “You’re sore.”
It wasn’t a question. Hope nodded and Ari groaned. “A little.” Ari moved his finger in her and watched as Hope grimaced in pain.
“More than a little.” Ari removed his finger and slid down. Hope felt her body follow despite the pain. He chuckled against her belly. Crouching Ari moved lower, spreading her legs to fit between them. Delicately he licked her, soothing the pain. Hope sighed. Ari’s tongue was soft and the light licks had cream gathering. His mmm of pleasure sent ripples through her. The hot feel of his tongue entering her, leaving no pain, only pleasure had her humming and arching. He continued until Hope was whimpering in ecstasy. Ari took a finger and rubbed at the bundle of nerves crowning her slit, harder and harder until she came apart in his arms, screaming. Ari licked Hope clean, each swipe of his tongue sending tremors of delight through her until she lay boneless, spread above him.
Hope panted her body pliant and exhausted from the pleasure Ari gave her. She could feel his hot breath on her pussy, his silky hair on her groin and thigh. As she lay, she became conscious of the brightness of the sky and the breeze blowing lightly over her exposed breasts. She could feel the blanket under her, twisted and lumpy. Mostly she felt the thrum of pleasure Ari had given her.
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Title – Touched by the Sandman
Author – Beverly Ovalle
Genre – Erotic Paranormal
Publication Date – March 20, 2014
Length (Pages/# Words) – 34
Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group
Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group
~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~
The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.
She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?
He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.
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The darkness blurred and shimmered, bringing to life a man of moonlight and darkness: Aryne.
Before him Aryne could see her, lying in bed, tears of loneliness staining her pillow. She made his heart ache. He softly stepped to her side. His hand touched her face and gently pushed back her hair. He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead, turning her dreams from sadness to joy. Her body arched toward his touch as the skim of his hand, the heat of his skin traced the edges of her curves. He stepped back…and then within the shimmer of dreams disappeared.
Night after night her loneliness cried to him. Unable to resist, he came to her. Subtly he inserted himself into her dreams, into her arms. Aryne knew it was wrong. As a guide, his job was to bring sweet, peaceful dreams. But no one affected him like she had. He was unable to resist comforting her, drawing her into his arms, covering her body with his…but only in her dreams. There Aryne stole the passion from her lips, igniting an ache in his body that would not go away.
Touching her shattered him. He knew instinctively that her touch would be his downfall. Her touch could keep him here in this splinter of his world, isolated as all of the Outcasts were. Generations had gone by; those exiled had died long ago, their children mixing amongst the races of the universe.
He had tried to stay away, fearing this. He was adrift, swept away, drowning in her passion, breaths away from losing himself. Giving in, acknowledging the power she unknowingly had over him would condemn him, keep him here if she was unable to travel to his world. Very few could navigate between worlds. And this world would drain his power rather than enhance it. Even the short time he spent there took its toll on him, the drain only in abeyance when he was in her arms. Try as he might, he could not resist her siren call. Only by controlling her and the passion between them could he make sure that he would not become lost. Lost in her. Trapped forever in her world.
He had done his best, gentling her to his hand, to his control. She knew the unspoken rules, knew the consequences. He played them out in her dreams, a dark symphony of passion and restraint. Perhaps unforgivable for a guide, but he could not resist. And just her body was no longer enough. Eventually he would capture her heart and soul.
A man of shadows, it would be during the midnight hours of her slumber.
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
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A bit about me…
I often have visiting authors on my blog and give them a set of questions to answer. I thought I’d answer them myself for a change (the less serious ones, that is!).
Slow romance or straight to the chase?
A bit of anticipation is good but I can’t bear books that take 200 pages to get to the first kiss.
Hearth rug or picnic rug?
Hearth rug – there’s something about a real fire… though you do have to watch your bits with the sparks. Maybe a wood burner would be safer.
Furry or smooth?
Definitely. I know lots of folks like their men furry but I’d be there with a pot of wax and a razor.
Silk, leather or lace?
On my characters – leather of course! Though I have been known to stray into the realms of silk on occasion.
Blindfold or gag?
Why choose when you can use both?
By the campfire or on the beach?
Sand in your bits is not nice, so I’m going to choose campfire.
Whipped cream or hot wax?
If I’m the one applying it… hot wax. My characters have been witnessed with both!
Photography, like love, should have no limits.
Lysander Brock is a talented photographer and capturing the perfect picture is his passion. His work takes him all over the world and he is famous for his willingness to take risks for the perfect image.
Kyle Dawson is tasked by his mysterious employer to obtain Brock’s services for a dangerous job and he’s prepared to use any method to ensure that the young photographer does as he’s told. Breaking and entering and blackmail are just tools of his trade.
Despite the circumstances, the spark of attraction between Brock and Kyle is strong. Brock’s addiction to adrenaline-fuelled adventure holds him captive, just as much as Kyle’s brooding dominant appeal. As a fragile trust builds between them, Kyle takes a gamble and tells Brock the truth about his mission. Can Brock accept the challenges ahead—as a photographer and as a man?
Lucinda lives in a small village in the English countryside, surrounded by rolling hills, cows and sheep. She started writing to fill time between jobs and is now firmly and unashamedly addicted.
She loves the English weather, especially the rain, and adores a thunderstorm. She loves good food, warm company and a crackling fire. She’s fascinated by the psychology of relationships, especially between men, and her stories contain some subtle (and not so subtle) leanings towards BDSM.