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Friday, May 6, 2016

Cover Reveal & Giveaway~ Naughty Cupid


I am thrilled to show off the new cover for Deanna Wadsworth's new book, Naughty Cupid. You can check it out below. Don't forget to enter the giveaway for a signed copy of the book from the author. The contest closes on May 13th. The cover reveal tour is sponsored by Pride Promotions.


Publisher: Dreamspinner Press
Cover Artist: Paul Richmond
Release Date: June 6, 2016
Blurb:

The name’s Lio, and you may have read the beginning of my story in A Cupid’s Wager. Well, hold on to you hats, because there’s more to tell about your favorite cupid working in the Gay Division of the Inter-Dimensional Association of Cupids.

Remember Ethan? That Aztec god of the winds who busted me shooting a closeted human with a gay lust arrow? Yeah, I haven’t been able to forget him either. Even though I have a rule against getting it on with other supernaturals—especially ones working for the Straight Division—my magic is drawn to Ethan and all his tattoos and piercings in a way I cannot control.

But after that night of mind-numbing sex, now I gotta face my evil ex-boyfriend and a suspension by the IDAC for “misplacing” arrows. They took my quiver, and I have to figure out how to get my arrow privileges back before they’re taken forever.

Ethan seems to think he can help me, but I don’t know how anybody can make this cupid believe in love again.


Pages or Words: 75,000 words, 178 pages

Categories: Alternate Universe, Erotica, Fantasy, Humor, M/M Romance, Paranromal, Romance

Now look at this gorgeous cover......


Excerpt:
“You know the lust arrows only work if the person’s mind is open to it. I shot Raymond with a Class 4 gay lust arrow. They only have a little more juice than a few tequila shooters. They can’t make a straight man gay.”
“But that is what you are trying to do,” Ethan shot back.
“You know it doesn’t work that way.”
To prove my point, I materialized one of my long purple arrows.
Without warning, I stabbed Ethan in the heart with it.
“Oww!”
The arrow exploded in a burst of light and glittering purple dust, the blast blowing our hair back.
When the magic cleared, the stunned expression on Ethan’s face cracked me up. “Now, do you spontaneously wanna suck my cock?”
He gaped at me like I’d lost my ever-lovin’ mind. “What did you do that for?”
“Don’t get your panties in a wad. Class 4G lusts can’t make someone gay. You’re born that way. There’s even a Lady Gaga song to prove it.”
His big hand rubbed where I’d hit him. “You should not have done that, Lio. You have no idea what you just did.”
“I already shot an unauthorized arrow tonight, what’s one more? Besides, unless you’re gay, it won’t affect you.” I waggled my brows. “So what are you so worried about? Got sumthin’ you wanna confess?”
He actually growled at me.
“Build a bridge,” I told him. “If anyone has a right to be pissed off here, it’s me. The gaydar says Raymond is gay, yet you asshats over in SD decided to shoot him and a woman with true love arrows. Talk about a douche move. Forcing the man to lie to himself and everyone about who he is. And how is that fair to do to the girl? She’s a victim too!”
“The IDAC does not consider a gaydar to be a reliable source of information,” he said, completely ignoring the more-than-valid complaint.
Humans were born with a variety of sexualities, but there were only a limited variety of arrows to complement the IDAC’s narrow-minded ideas on sexuality. In a nutshell, there were gay arrows and the naturally more powerful straight arrows. Don’t get me started on the complexities of targeting anybody not gay or straight. I was glad not to be assigned to those fledgling subdivisions of GD because they often had to work with the jerks in SD. However, both primary divisions had arrows for love (red) and lust (purple), each with four different strength ratings—one being the most potent. In other words, the Class 1S love Ethan had been using was the highest strength straight love arrow—aka the most powerful of all arrows.
Hence his being so pissed at me.
“I’m not gonna sit here and argue politics with you. We both know I’m already in trouble for an unauthorized arrow launch. Make that two,” I amended, gesturing to his chest. “Why the fuck do you think I don’t have love arrow privileges anymore? Hell, the sparks our collision set off will raise questions too. I’m already busted. Fine! I’m ready to face whatever comes my way. When I set out to do this, I knew there were risks.”
“Set out to do this?” he repeated, looking utterly appalled. “You mean you have done this before?”
I swallowed, feeling like a child being scolded. “Only on unattached people.”
“I cannot believe you would do that to someone! A person’s decision to come out is deeply personal. You have no right, Lio! None!”
Yeah, but the Fates did, I supposed. Who put those bitches in charge, anyway?
I didn’t know what Ethan’s big fat beef might be—besides the one in his pants—but I had to get my ass out of this sling. “Like I said, I’m already busted. If you think Raymond isn’t gay, let’s just follow them”—I pointed to my unauthorized mark and the guy with him, both of them deliberately brushing hips and shoulders as they walked down the street—“and see what happens. If he changes his mind, I’ll admit the gaydar is inaccurate, I’ll turn myself in for interrupting your mark, and you won’t even get in trouble.”
He glared. “And if your arrow works, I suppose you get to walk?”
“If I’m right, and those two dudes get their freak on, you can do what you want with me.” Too bad that wouldn’t be those full lips around my dick. “But you give me back the gaydar and you don’t tell anyone I have it or that I was here.”
Ethan looked at the device in his hand as if it would explode or jump up and bite his cock off. His expression would’ve been funny if this weren’t so serious. He seemed to be weighing something in his mind, and I felt his anger retracting. Still, an aura of incredible danger and masculinity wafted about him. My heart thumped wildly, both from nerves and the exotic spiciness of his skin. Knowing his ferocious appearance was tempered with an innate goodness made me a little hot.
Okay, a lot hot.
Though it went against every rule I made for myself, I couldn’t stop picturing Ethan naked. Sure, I was as horny as any cupid, but something about this Aztec amplified all of my senses far more than usual—especially the ones below the waist.
“I cannot believe I am saying this,” Ethan said slowly. “But I will give you one chance. One. But if you ruin that man’s life, your ass is mine.”
“Talk dirty to me,” I purred.
He lowered dark brows. “You are not funny.”
“I think I’m a really fun guy. Especially when I’m naked.” I couldn’t help myself and gave him a suggestive wink. “And whoever said a little dick up the ass would ruin a man’s life? Ever try it? The orgasms are un-fucking-believable.”
Ethan curled his lip and growled at me like an angry cat.
“Jeesh, sorry I mentioned it.”
He seized my arm in a viselike grip. “Come.”
If I’d known going with Ethan would turn my world upside down, I would’ve grabbed my gaydar and run, taking my chances with my boss, the IDAC, and even the Fates. Because I wasn’t prepared for what was coming my way.
Not at all.

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Meet the author:

Deanna Wadsworth might be a bestselling erotica author, but she leads a pretty vanilla life in Ohio with her wonderful husband and a couple adorable cocker spaniels. She has been spinning tales and penning stories since childhood, and her first erotic novella was published in 2010. She has served multiple board positions at her local RWA chapter and with Rainbow Romance Writers of America. When she isn’t writing books or brainstorming with friends, you can find her making people gorgeous in a beauty salon. She loves music and dancing, and can often be seen hanging out on the sandbar in the muddy Maumee River or chilling with her hubby and a cocktail in their basement bar. In between all that fun, Deanna cherishes the quiet times when she can let her wildly active imagination have the full run of her mind. Her fascination with people and the interworkings of their relationships have always inspired her to write romance with spice and love without boundaries.

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Sunday, April 24, 2016

Talking with author Andrea Speed and the characters from the Infected Series



Since the release of the Infected Holiday Special is coming soon, I thought I’d get a bunch of my characters together to talk about the book: Roan McKichan, Dylan Harlow, Fiona Sutton, Holden Krause, “Tank” Beauvais, Grey Williams, and Scott Murray.

Andrea: To kick things off, I should ask what your favorite holiday is.

Roan: Halloween, I suppose.

Grey: That’s an easy answer though, isn’t it? Everybody likes Halloween.

Holden: Not me. I dislike all holidays. What’s the point of them beyond making all poor people feel bad?

Tank: Right on, brother.

Holden: Was that sarcastic? Sometimes I can’t tell with you.

Tank: No, I’m serious. They may have begun as harmless festivals or ways to mark the turn of seasons, but they’ve definitely been co-opted by capitalist forces. Stapling religious meanings to them doesn’t make them suddenly legitimate.

*long moment of silence*

Scott: Tank is from a long line of political activists and he’s taken many pucks to the head. You’ll have to forgive him.

Tank: Speak for yourself. I’m not the one who’s been sidelined by a concussion.

Scott: Yes, but I’m coasting on my looks. No one expects me to be able to talk good.

Andrea: Is it always like this?

Fiona: Oh my God, and men say women talk too much? When these guys get together, I have to lob in a smoke bomb to get a word in edgewise. These guys yap like you wouldn’t believe.

Grey: We don’t yap. We chirp.

Fiona: You squawk.

Andrea: Back to the topic at hand –

*Grey flaps his hands and makes bird noises*

Andrea: – was there a holiday not covered in the book that you wished was covered?

Roan: Uh …

Holden: No. They’re all terrible.

Tank: Arbor Day?

Andrea: That’s in the book.

Tank: Fuck you.

Andrea: No, I’m serious.

Scott: Is Cinco de Mayo an actual holiday, or just an excuse to drink tequila on a Tuesday?

Dylan: It’s more like an American bastardization of Mexican Independence Day, which isn’t on May 5th.

Scott: When is it?

Dylan: September 16th.

Grey: Okay, is that in the book?

Andrea: No.

Grey: Why the hell not?

Andrea: I … don’t know. I forgot.

Holden: What the hell kind of excuse is that? You’re the writer, right? Write, goddamn it.

Tank: What about Canadian Thanksgiving? Is that in the book?

Andrea: No, I forgot that one too.

Scott: How? We’re Canadian and we’re right here.

Andrea: Not when I was writing you weren’t.

Roan: Where else did we have to be? Aren’t we a captive audience?

Andrea: Um …

Holden: Sounds like victim blaming to me.


Andrea: Guys, we’re getting off the topic here.

Tank: Not really. We told you the holidays we wanted, and you didn’t include them. We’re disillusioned.

Fiona: Really this is your fault for asking the question in the first place.

Andrea: I guess we covered the holidays you hate question.

Holden: All of them. Next question.

Andrea: But the others haven’t –

Roan: No, we’re good.

Andrea: Guys, you’re not helping.

Grey: Do we exist to help you?

Andrea: Uh … no, I guess not.

Fiona: Okay. So why do you expect us to help now?

Holden: And let’s be real here: I’m not known for my helpfulness.

Roan: No, you’re mostly known for various felonies.

Holden: You say that like it’s a bad thing.



And that seems like a good place to leave it. The Infected Holiday Special is out May 17th (linky here: https://www.dsppublications.com/books/infected-holiday-special-by-andrea-speed-247-b ) and it was fun to write, in spite of these guys. One of these days, I’m not going to be shown up by my ungrateful creations too. (I can always hope, can’t I?)



The Infected Holiday Special
DSP Publications
Paranormal
Available May 17th, 2016
Pre-Order HERE

Peek behind the curtain with Roan McKichan and the various characters who make up the Infected universe in this sometimes serious, sometimes humorous collection of short stories centered around the holidays.

There’s Kevin, who reflects on how lonely his life in the closet is. And Fiona and Tank, who go on a surprisingly good first date. Roan himself finds his Halloween celebration at Panic interrupted by loose cats and obnoxious frat boys while Paris contemplates his mortality on their impromptu honeymoon. Dropkick deals with her new marriage and male egos on the job, Roan meets Connor at the scene of a drunken fight, and Holden contemplates his future as a street kid. These stories and many more will be told, centered around more holidays than you can shake a dreidel at.


Meet the Author

Andrea Speed was born looking for trouble in some hot month without an R in it. While succeeding in finding Trouble, she has also been found by its twin brother, Clean Up, and is now on the run, wanted for the murder of a mop and a really cute, innocent bucket that was only one day away from retirement. (I was framed, I tell you – framed!)
In her spare time, she arms lemurs in preparation for the upcoming war against the Mole Men. 
Viva la revolution!

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