Thursday, August 9, 2012

Prince, Bewitched - hot, very hot, romance. Coming soon!

Prince Xavier, Heir to the Throne, is ill and the greatest doctors in the land are stumped. So are the herbalists and soothsayers but Sylvie thinks she knows what the Prince's problem is. Faeries.

As they grow older, most children lose their ability to see the Fae but Sylvia never did and she's convinced they're behind the Prince's mysterious illness. When the King offers a million pound reward to anyone who cures his son, Sylvie sees this as the answer to all her dreams. Sylvie wants to open a hair salon and, with the money the King is offering, she could open a whole chain of them. She leaves her job and heads to London There is a huge queue outside Buckingham Palace but Sylvie manages to sneak in, find her way to Xavier and persuades him to let her try.

When she discovers that the Prince has been bewitched by two faeries who want to keep him in Fae, she must free him but will the price of the Prince's rescue be more than she's willing to pay?

Friday, June 22, 2012

Company of Liars - A Review

Company Of LiarsCompany Of Liars by Karen Maitland
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

It is the Dark Ages, a time of superstition, lawlessness and disease. A trader in holy relics does good business at a market fair and takes pity on a strange, white-haired girl who is beaten by her master. The trader offers her food which she greedily acepts but this is a good deed that will not go unpunished. Narigorm, for such is the name of the girl, attaches herself to Camelot (as traders in holy relics were then known) and to the other travellers who gather around him.

The little band of men and women moves from town to town, fleeing before the Plague which has arrived in England from the continent and is spreading over the land but something as deadly as the Black Death shadows them. Narigorm is a diviner whose readings always come true, sometimes in unexpected ways but as the band moves around the country, Camelot begins to think Narigorm is much more.

As the members of this travelling band get to know each other better, disguises are either dropped or are torn away to reveal true identities. And one by one, the members of the band begin to die; they are either murdered or they take their own lives.

This was a fabulous book. I’d classify it as a literary horror where the tension slowly builds, creeping up on you on silent feet. Ms. Maitland accomplishes the difficult task of bringing the Middle Ages vividly to life.

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Friday, June 15, 2012

Dreaded Rejections!

I'm sorry but your story does not meet our requirements at this time, our publishing schedule already has several debut writers so we are not taking on any more, you have a great story but we are already publishing a lot of vampire novels so we cannot accept yours, Dear Ms. Tina Neill, Thanks for your submission but it does not meet our needs at this time.
I think all writers have probably gotten a rejection at one time or another – for a manuscript or maybe for an idea. Rejections are basically a fact of life for us but they’re not all bad, no, not even those generic ones that don’t get our names right. Why? Well, because getting a rejection means you sent out a submission. That’s a fabulous thing right there. I’ve met dozens of people who say they’d love to be published but, guess what, only half have even started a manuscript and, of those, only a handful finished it. Of those who completed their manuscript, very few have actually had the courage to send it around to agents or publishers. So you’re way ahead of the pack.
But what if your rejection from No.1 Publishing House had your name on it…and, gasp, what if the editor said your manuscript wasn’t what they were looking for but that tastes were different and encouraged you to keep trying with other houses? Clearly, this is a much more desirable rejection than the first. It’s not as good as an acceptance, of course, but it acknowledges a universal truth – beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So stock up on the stamps and the Tyvek envelopes and keep the mailman busy or keep your index finger limber and keep pressing Send.

Okay, now let’s say you’ve sent that baby out to about twenty different publishers and, kind as the rejections have been, they’ve still been rejections. Well, now might be the time to put aside the manuscript for a few months and start working on something else if you haven’t already. In a few months, you might see that what you’re been trying to sell to publishers as a straight historical could possibly be amended to become more of a gothic with paranormal elements. Or maybe that contemporary could be either sexed up way more or made more inspirational (remember both the erotic and inspiration markets are doing really well).

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Five Naughty New Year Resolutions

There's no time like the New Year to let your naughty side out but here are some resolutions to help you keep it going, all year long. Nope, they're in no particular order so pick and choose at will.

1. Want to spice things up in your relationship? Why not send your man a naughty text when you know he's in a meeting? If you're really daring, send him a picture. He won't be able to wait to get home to you, all hot and bothered!

2. Try your hand at erotica! That's right, write a short story starring the two of you and read it out to him when you're in bed. Let him see a side of you, you've kept hidden. And if you can act it out, all the better!

3. Heading out to dinner? Don't tell him anything but when you've been seated, let him know in any way you choose, that you forgot your panties at home. Naughty, naughty girl!

4. So we all know men are heavily turned on by the visual, right? Brush up on your stripping skills and give him a show every now and then. Go shopping at your favorite naughty store and let him choose the outfit. Don't be embarrassed! Your guy loves you, all of you so don't worry about whatever jiggles!

5. Learn what turns you on and don't be shy about asking for it. The better satisfied you are, the more you'll want to satisfy your partner. So check around on the Net and see what pleasurable goodies you can discover! This may be a good place to start!

Saturday, June 4, 2011

Love of a Courtesan out in the world!

Well, after a long, hard labour, Love of a Courtesan is out!!! Check it out! It was released 20th May by New Concepts Publishing. Here's another excerpt -

Chapter One
The loud, firm knock on the door resounded through the atrium startling the yellow songbirds in their cage. They flew off their perch, chirping, their wings fluttering. Chloe's own heart leapt though she had been expecting this summons, had been waiting for it. Belthus, her longest-serving slave, emerged from a side room but she waved him away and hurried to the heavy door. She knew who it was even before she opened it. A tall, slender man the color of burnt almonds stood in front of her. It was the third time he'd come. The third Monday morning in as many weeks.

"My master sends his greetings and this token of his love." He extended a small packet to her. A shiver went through her as his fingers touched hers. She wished she could prolong the contact.

"And a letter as well?"

"Yes." He made to hand the small scroll over to her as well but she stopped him with a shake of her head.

"No, come inside. I want you to read it to me." That was the plan she'd hit upon just the night before. It would draw the Aethiop courier into the house and keep him there, where she could feast her eyes on the sight of him. Even better, he would read the letter to her and she could pretend that it was he who'd written her the honeyed words of love, that the expressions of the writer, the feelings, were his.

"Do you not prefer to read it yourself, in privacy?" He frowned. "Perhaps it would be better."

"No," she said, firmly. "You know your master and know the inflection he would give to certain words. Since he prefers to remain anonymous for now, your voice will have to serve as his."

"I must be getting back."

"The letters you've brought before have been short. Is this one longer?"

"No." His tone was amused.

"Then you will be done before he has had time to miss you." She had out-argued him but he did not seem to mind she noted with satisfaction. A small smile splayed around his full, well-formed lips but he kept his eyes averted as if he didn't want her to read the expression in them. She turned to show him through the atrium. The songbirds monitored their passing but Chloe's attention was all on the man.

She watched him carefully to gauge his reaction to the large mosaic on the floor. It had been installed a year ago and depicted a series of love scenes between gods and mortals. In one corner, a swan lay on top of a voluptuous woman, Zeus's rape of Leda. In another, an ardent Bacchus lay with a naked Ariadne who reclined among flowers, her legs open to receive his very visible and very erect cock. Her guest slowed but she couldn't tell or even begin to guess what he was thinking. She thoughts his lips twitched but she wasn't sure and his face was completely neutral. As a slave, he might never have been in the home of a courtesan before. Certainly, few slaves could afford the services of a much sought-after courtesan and had to content themselves with a hurried fuck from a streetwalker in some small hovel near the theatres or outside the city walls. If they had enough money to spare, they might, as a special treat, seek out a fellatrix, those women whose gifts with their tongues could make a man believe he had found paradise.

A few whores moved up from the street to the bordello but few reached her status as owner of her own home, able to choose and refuse clients. Whenever she thought of what she'd achieved since she left North Africa as a teenager to follow Gallus Aemilius, the Roman governor, back to Rome, she felt a sense of pride. He had hired tutors for her to teach her the arts of conversation and literature, how to sing and dance. But Chloe herself had sought out the fellatrix, Cynthia, to teach her the more intimate arts and she had proved an apt pupil. When a stroke nearly felled Gallus Aemilius she had persuaded him to help her set herself up as one of the most stylish courtesans in the city. His patronage had ensured her success and though it was more than a year since he'd died she continued to offer prayers for him every day at her household shrine.

She wondered how much the Aethiop knew of her history, if her home and its explicit decorations had shocked him. Surely, he'd have realized that a courtesan's home would be no ordinary place, would, in fact, be something of a temple of the seductive arts. Like the garden to which she led him.

The rains of the past couple of days had revived her languishing plants and made her peristyle, once again, an inviting and intimate room for outdoor assignations. Jasmine vines curled around the columns and the leaves of the grape tree were a bright emerald green. Basil, thyme, mint and other herbs flourished alongside violets and nasturtiums while the red and white rosebushes ranged along the far wall released subtle but heady fragrances into the air.

He inhaled deeply and appreciatively.

"Your garden is a perfumerie," he said, looking admiringly around him.

"I am pleased you like it. Come sit." She took a seat on one of the three heavy couches and patted the space next to her. "You've said your master does not wish his name revealed but will you not tell me yours?"

For a second their eyes met and something hot uncoiled itself in her stomach, tautening her nipples. The Aethiop's eyes were the color of dark honey glinting in the sun, his lashes as long and silky as an Easterner's.

"He has instructed me not to reveal that either."

"Oh." She tried not to let the disappointment show on her face.

"Are you going to open your present?"

"What? Oh." She'd forgotten she held it. "No. I'll look at it later. I want you to read to me now."

He chuckled then, a low throaty sound.

"What is so funny?"

"I think you must always get what you want, when you want it. Isn't that so?"

No, she could have told him. It wasn't so. She could have told him that she'd wanted him from the minute she'd first seen him, could have described for him each and every dream she'd had of him, and how on some nights she woke up wet and panting for his touch. She could have told him that, last night, she'd turned away her clients so she'd be fresh and well-rested for him, that she'd woken especially early in order to have more time at the Baths to cleanse herself. But she said none of those things.

Wednesday, August 18, 2010


Just a quick post to say how much I really love epublishers. I mean, what's not to love? They accept electronic submissions meaning I save a bundle on stamps and envelopes and, if they accept my manuscript, it's usually out within a year.

So let's hear it for epublishers. And by way of celebrating them, here's a list of some of the more well known ones including the ones I've been published by.

Amira Press - And check out their blog for info about new releases -

Cobblestone Press - You can learn a lot more about them here -

Ellora's Cave - This is their sister site -

Samhain Publishing - And their blog -

New Concepts Publishing -

Liquid Silver - Read their blog here -

Loose Id -

Ravenous Romance -

And I've already mentioned Carina Press in another post.


Monday, August 16, 2010

Excerpt from For the Love of the Courtesan

Below is an excerpt from my manuscript, For the Love of the Courtesan, currently seeking a home with an epublisher.

The loud, firm knock on the door resounded through the atrium startling the yellow songbirds in their cage. They flew off their perch, chirping, their wings fluttering. Chloe’s own heart leapt though she had been expecting this summons, had been waiting for it. Belthus, her longest-serving slave, emerged from a side room but she waved him away and hurried to the heavy door. She knew who it was even before she opened it. A tall, slender man the color of burnt almonds stood in front of her. It was the third time he’d come. The third Monday morning in as many weeks.