Monday, June 25, 2012

K. Williams Hero

Today K. Williams joins my blog to tell us about her release Hero and has graced us with an interview:




Do you prefer your heroes/heroines to be perfect or flawed?
Perfect is boring. I think flaws are important. Not only do they make the character relatable, but they are something that the character has to overcome or learn to live with.

Would you date your hero if he was a real person? Why or why not?
I’m weird in that when I write, I get so close to the characters in my mind. So I’m gonna have to say no because it’d be like dating my brother or something. 

What sort of environment do you write in? Totally silent? TV in background? Playlist?
I write late at night, so I either have re-runs of old sitcoms (The Golden Girls, I Love Lucy, The Brady Bunch, The Nany, etc.) or I have Pandora playing.

How do you feel when people you know/meet find out you write erotica?
I do worry that I’m being judged, just because I’m in Texas and I write alternative erotica. Mostly, I just try to act like it’s not a big deal. If I don’t make it a big deal and they do, it says more about them than it does about me. The important people in my life know what I write and what it’s about and as long as they don’t care, others can think whatever the hell they want.

In three words, describe your favorite scene in this book.
That’s a really tough one. I guess I’d have to say: Sexy Skype chats.

Excerpt:
“Do I get a chance for a second date?” Aaron asked.
Oliver gripped the handle of the driver’s side door of his silver Prius. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Oliver became suddenly aware of how close Aaron was to him. The tall soldier put his hand on Oliver’s hip. “I’m glad,” he said. His voice, eyes, his whole demeanor was seductive.
Oliver didn’t feel like he could breathe. He could feel the heat coming from the man. He wanted Aaron to kiss him. “You…you could kiss me,” he whispered, surprising himself.
Aaron smiled and gently caressed Oliver’s cheek. Oliver felt himself getting lightheaded as those full lips approached his. When they kissed, Oliver’s knees went weak. His lips parted and Aaron’s tongue gently probed into his mouth. Being in Aaron’s arms was everything Oliver had imagined it would be. He was sure that if Aaron asked, he would do anything the soldier wanted right there in the parking lot.
Aaron pulled away from the kiss and Oliver followed, stumbling forward into Aaron’s arms. Oliver could feel himself blushing. He finally regained the ability to stand on his own and stumbled back against his car door.
“You’re damn cute,” Aaron said. He kissed Oliver’s forehead. “Can I get your number?”
Oliver rattled off the digits, still feeling a bit lightheaded
Aaron smiled. “You have a good night, sweetheart.”
****
Aaron kept the mental image of Oliver after their first kiss in his mind as he settled down to sleep. For the first time since returning home, he slept with no nightmares.
He felt invigorated the next morning and got in an excellent work out. He was feeling so good that he called his mother. He knew she’d been worrying about him after the week he’d spent visiting on leave. He hoped that she felt better after their conversation. Aaron didn’t want his mother to worry. He didn’t mention Oliver to her yet, feeling it was too soon for that. When he hung up the phone, he was confident that his mom would be reassured.
Aaron took advantage of his good mood and started to run errands. He got his hair cut and went grocery shopping for the first time since getting back. He watched the clock. He didn’t want to call Oliver while the young man was at work and he also didn’t want to appear desperate. He decided that sometime in the evening would be best. It was hard not to stare at his watch as the minutes ticked by. Aaron was anxious to set up another date. His mind was glued on the little moments from the night before, like how his skin tingled when their fingers brushed over the chips and salsa and how Oliver had blushed at that every time, even when it became clear Aaron was doing it on purpose. There was something in Oliver’s eyes and the way he smiled that made Aaron feel like a human being again, instead of just some pawn in a war that was bigger than him.
****
Oliver spent the entire day wondering if Aaron would actually call. After getting off work, he turned the ringer on his cell phone all the way up, just so he wouldn’t miss the call. Around six, he got a little nervous. He felt a bit foolish, waiting for the call like he was. Aaron hadn’t specified that he would be calling today. Oliver knew he shouldn’t get all worked up.
He couldn’t figure out what it was Aaron saw in him. The man was undeniably gorgeous and yet had ignored the advances of the man at the next table to the point that Oliver wondered if Aaron had noticed it at all. Aaron had a way of making Oliver feel comfortable, which was no easy task. Then, there was that wonderful kiss that had absolutely swept Oliver away. He had to admit, he’d had his head in the clouds ever since, but it was time to come down. Oliver didn’t think the call would be coming.
Just when he was about to give up, his phone rang.

Thursday, June 21, 2012

Update and new release

I have had a lot going on in my personal life, and thus have been sadly neglecting both this blog and my author-ly duties.

Good news, though. My third book released today with Evernight Publishing. This might be my favorite story. It's a post-apocalyptic romance, and the hero and heroine are the only people left in the world (as far as they know).


 I'm so excited with this new line of shorter stories from Evernight, as I tend to be a short story kind of girl. As always, they have been an amazing company to work with and I feel blessed that they like my work. And I hope you do, too.

Buy links:
Publisher's site: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/love-after-the-gone-by-isabella-olivia-ellis/
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Love-After-Gone-Romance-ebook/dp/B008D60YUE/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1340292148&sr=8-1&keywords=love+after+the+gone+ellis

Wednesday, June 13, 2012

Doris O'Connor Giveaway

Today Doris O'Connor joins us to share her newest release. Even better, you can comment for a chance to win a copy!


Onward.
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Thank you so much, Isabella, for letting me loose in your place today. Doric has promised to be on best behavior. You really wouldn't want him shifting, cause that always means renovation, as Penelope finds out in my Naughty Fairy Tale, The Last Of His Kind.
You see, Doric is…well I tell you what I share my visual inspiration for him, you'll see. I knew he had to be tall and extremely well built, and there was really only one person that sprang to mind. Jason Momoa in his Conan persona.



I hadn't actually seen the film at that point, but that picture just spoke to me. I have since seen the film and well, yes, talk about inspirational. His voice alone… but I digress as usual!
Now, where was I?
Maybe I shouldn't have shared that pic, lol. Completely lost my train of thought now.
*grin*
As is usual for me, with visual inspiration my fingers flew across the keyboard and my twist on The Little Mermaid was born. I had great fun writing this, and I hope the readers will enjoy it too. Doric is quite…err…inventive and rather domineering. A combination Penelope is unable to resist.
Blurb:

What do you do when you stumble upon a naked, injured Adonis on your morning jog?  You take him home and nurse him back to health of course. If that involves the hottest sex a girl ever had, then so much the better, right?

Penelope Jefferson has returned to her childhood vacation spot at Loch Ness for peace, solitude, and inspiration. When she stumbles upon Doric she is floored by her body's instantaneous reaction to the clit clenching stranger who washed up from the Loch.

Doric is the last of his kind. Cursed into the Loch by a witches spell he needs acceptance from the very species he detests. When his little human is abducted after their night of bliss, will it spell the end for them both, or will they get to live the fairy tale?

Excerpt:


"Well, for starters I haven't got any clothes." He chuckled at her sharp intake of breath, when he dropped the material he'd used to cover his arousal. "Of course if you don't mind, then let's go."
"Err, do you mind? Let me find you something better to cover up with. You'll do someone an injury with…with that."
She wrenched her eyes up to his face, only for her gaze to stray back down to his hardening cock. Her breathing grew shallow, and the scent of her arousal in the air made his mind up. He would deal with the aftermath in the morning. He needed to heal, and he had the perfect means to achieve that standing in front of him. It had been way too long. He just hoped he could control his true self.
****
Oh the man was infuriating and arousing in equal measures. She once again wrenched her eyes away from that huge cock, suddenly all too aware how isolated the cottage was. No one would hear her screams, should he choose to attack her. The mere thought had her heart miss a beat, before it turned into a jackhammer, even as the barely functioning rational side of her brain told her not to be so stupid. She was hardly God's gift to men. He seemed perfectly able to control himself, and everyone knew men's cocks had a mind of their own. It didn't mean he would rip her clothes off. She'd never evoked that kind of passion in a man before. She had no boobs to speak of, her hips were too wide, her legs too skinny, and the damn glasses, well, they spelled librarian, not sex goddess, as her ex-fiancé had accused her of acting like all too frequently.
"Has anyone ever told you, you think too much?" His deep voice shook her out of her musings, and his hot breath fogged up her glasses. When had he gotten so close? The tip of his now fully erect cock left a wet stain along her tummy, and Penelope took an involuntary step back. The smile on his face could only be described as predatory, as he matched her step by step until her back hit the wall. She swallowed nervously when he took her glasses off her nose, and pulled the hairband out of her hair. His large hand massaged the back of her neck, and he caged her against the wall until she couldn't move. Heat suffused her being as his natural scent surrounded her, and his body heat seeped into her very bones. He towered over her, and panic set in for one minute, before the sharp yank of her hair brought tears to her eyes and forced her head up to look at him.
"I asked you a question, ceannbeag." The softly spoken words held an edge of steel she found unable to resist. Her pussy clenched, and her nipples tightened; and she bit back a moan as he yanked her hair again, just hard enough to hurt, just hard enough for her to soak her panties. A flash of triumph in the depths of his rapidly darkening golden eyes preceded his knowing smile. He quirked an eyebrow at her, and she licked her lips, willing him to close the distance and kiss her. She tried to get her hands up to pull him down for that kiss she so desperately craved, but he had her pinned so effectively, she couldn't move.
He shook his head at her ineffective attempts.
 "Well? Would you like me to stop those thoughts I see swirling in your eyes? But I warn you." He pulled back slightly, and Penelope drew a shuddering breath into her lungs. "Thinking will not be allowed, and I expect complete obedience. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Did she? Did she ever! Was this man even real, or was she still asleep and this was all a dream? Who looked like that and washed up on her shore naked, and injured, and still able to turn her insides into a quivering mass of need just by the way he looked at her? He watched her now out of hooded eyes with an unwavering gaze that raised goose-bumps on her flesh. Instantly his warm hands rubbed up and down her exposed arms, and a shiver of a different kind went down her spine. His nostrils flared, and the grip on her arms grew painful.
"If you want me to leave, you have to tell me now." His voice had dropped an octave, his accent thicker than before. "If you want me to stay, and I sure as fuck hope you do, then know that you're mine to do with as I see fit. I will use your body until you scream your surrender and my cock has filled you every which way you can think of and some you couldn't even imagine."
Oh good God. I'm doomed. If this is a dream then I really must eat more cheese to make sure I have more of them.
"Do I get a safe word?" She barely heard her own whisper over the roaring in her ears. Her heart beat so fast she felt faint and had his body not been holding her up, she would have simply sunk to the floor in a puddle of her own arousal. Never, ever had she been this turned on, and he'd barely touched her.
"Pick one."
"Nessie."


Thanks again for having me here, Isabella. 

Doric tells me he is feeling generous today, and he is offering one lucky commenter the chance to take him home for free, so do leave a comment!

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