Breathless Press Lee Brazil Author Day

Please give a warm welcome to author Lee Brazil as we talk about their release, The Ice King, from Breathless Press.

So tell us about your latest or upcoming release. What is this gem about?

The Ice King is a short office romance about two men who are attracted to one another. It's a boss/secretary story.     

How often does your muse distract you from day to day minutiae?

Not as often as I'd like. Maybe the minutiae are louder than they should be sometimes. 

If you could be any paranormal creature what would you be?

Um… gosh. I don't really know. Maybe I'd like to be a were of some sort. Perhaps I'd be a were-cat. I could curl up in sunlight and sleep on windowsills. 

What do you do when you’re not writing?

Writing is my full time job, so if I'm not actually putting words on the page, I feel like I'm slacking. I work out of my own home, so I cook, clean, do laundry, garden and play with my pets. I'm a big music buff, and a book slut as well, so I do a lot of reading and listening to music. I also am totally addicted to Top Chef, so I watch that frequently.

Are any of your characters like you?

I think all of them are a bit like me. We can't help putting what we know into our stories, you know? 

Do you have a favorite quote from any of your book(s)?

Um… I can't think of anything right now! How about this one? I stole it from this really famous guy…

All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;

 If a movie or TV production company chose to produce your books into a series of shows or movies, who would your ideal cast be?

Oh.. another tough one! I'm not very good with the new actors names, but if The Ice King were to be made into a show, I think I'd like Brett Dalton from Marvel Agents of Shield to be Raphael Montaigne, and Elian… I don't know, how about Matthew Atkinson form The Blind Side?

The Ice King

Breathless Press

Contemporary MM

Available at Publisher

CPA Rafe Montaigne's day is heading downhill fast and he hasn't even had a decent cup of coffee yet. What could make it worse? A secretary in a snit.

CPA Rafe Montaigne's day is heading downhill fast and he hasn't even had a decent cup of coffee yet. What could make it worse? A secretary in a snit.

Elian is efficient, attractive and cold as ice toward his boss, and he has been since Rafe's ex stopped by the office.

Rafe is a sophisticated player, a businessman who knows how to have fun and he's not particular about whether his playmates are male or female.

It seems Elian isn't quite so indiscriminate… What's a boss to do when his secretary won't play nice?

 Teaser:

 The clack of computer keys signaled Elian's return to his desk, and Raphael grimaced as he realized he'd have to pass by that judgmental stare, those assessing eyes, to get to his own desk and the coffee. Should have taken the opportunity while the man talked to his plants to dash to his inner sanctum. He'd planned to be early, but one fiasco followed another, and of course, super secretary beat his ass to the office again. He ran a hand through his curly black hair, trying to make sure it was semi neat. Glanced down to check his clothes before he caught himself. Fuck. He was drenched to the skin. There was no way he looked like anything but a drowned rat. Who was the boss anyway?

He pushed open the heavy wood door that boasted Montaigne and Associates - though really, it was just him and Elian - and breezed through to the inner sanctum. The room was blessedly cool after the humid heat of the outdoors, and Elian had turned on the peaceful music he favored. Rafe made to step past Elian, whose gaze was focused on his computer screen.

Immediately the typing stopped, and the long elegant fingers fell into his lap. Rafe found his gaze locked on those hands, such soft, strong hands. Every nail was buffed to the perfect shine, trimmed to the perfect length, shaped by God into a perfect oval of healthy pink. He swallowed. He could nearly feel those nails digging into his muscles, scraping down his back, leaving fiery trails of sensation to burn their way to his groin.

"Your messages." Elian's icy voice jolted him from his fantasy not a moment too soon. Much longer and he would have been embarrassingly aroused, despite the fiasco of his morning.

More bad luck? In the beginning, Elian had addressed him in a much warmer tone. Once, he'd even had a good morning and a how was your evening for his boss. Since that day, though, it had been nothing but the cold shoulder.

About the Author

Somewhere in a small town in up-state New York are a librarian and a second grade teacher to whom I owe my life. That might be a touch dramatic, but it's nevertheless one hundred percent true.

Because they taught me the joy of reading, of escaping into worlds crafted of words.

Have you ever been nine years old and sure of nothing so much as that you don't belong? Looked at the world from behind glasses, and wondered why you don't fit?

Someone hands you a book, and then you turn the page and see... There you are, running from Injun Joe in a dark graveyard; there you are fencing with Athos; there you are...beneath the deep blue sea- marveling at exotic creatures with Captain Nemo.

I found myself between the pages of books, and that is why I write now. It's why I taught English and literature for so many years, and it's why my house contains more pounds of books than furniture.

If I'd had my way, I'd have been a fencer...or a starship captain, or a lawyer, or a detective solving crimes. But instead, I am a writer, and I've come to realize that's the best thing in the world to be, because as a writer, I can be all those things and more.

If I hadn't learned to value the stories between the pages, who knows what would have happened? Certainly not college...teaching...or writing.

Welcome Breathless Press Spencer Dryden today

Please give a warm welcome to author Spencer Dryden who drops by to talk about their new release from Breathless Press, Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve, now available.

Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?

"Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve" is part of a seasonal theme collection from Breathless Press. It is a story of a heating technician (Don) who encounters a woman (Becky) in danger of freezing to death due to her furnace failing on Christmas Eve. When Don learns that Becky has no place to go, he invites her to stay with him until the furnace can be replaced. Things heat up between them.

How did you come with the idea for this story?

This story takes place in my back yard, the frozen tundra of Minnesota, where furnaces fail as the temperature drops. The opening of the story is in the wake of a paralyzing blizzard followed by the inevitable cold. It is twenty-four degrees below zero. That's not the cold of some wussy Hallmark Christmas movie, it's mind numbing frost bite cold.  I support my writing jones by doing handyman work. My stories have a back drop of reality. It's cold here and our furnaces fail at the most inconvenient moments. The love story in Frozen Christmas is the fantasy built on that reality. It was just one of my 'what if?' scenarios. What if a lonely heating technician doing emergency repairs on Christmas Eve encountered an attractive woman in danger of freezing to death if he doesn't take pity on her circumstances?

Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.

I'm a movie guy, so my movie gal is Eva Mendez. She's got that hot latina thing that a pasty old white guy finds so alluring. But to be true to the question of hottie from reading, I am going to be terribly self- serving. I can't write about a female lead until I am in love with her. I love all my female MC's, from the fierce  Christina McArdle in "Bliss", the 6'7" Vanessa Cunningham in "Love Above See Level", to my latest love, Becky Thompson in "Then one Frozen Christmas Eve". They are all loveable creatures in their own way, each with their own special allure.

Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them? Eva Mendez. I think I'd just drool like an idiot.

If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why? I have done a fun collaboration already with my crit partner, Meg Amor. I wouldn't call it secret, just undiscovered. We have had a series of open conversations on her blog. She writes troika stories and M/M fiction. We have discussed all manner of things from penis size to pick-up lines. It's a lot of fun. It has forced me to examine why I like or dislike the things I do. Meg finds wonderful graphics to support our conversations.

Then, One Frozen Christmas Eve

Contemporary Romance/Flirt

Breathless Press

Available at Publisher

On a freezing cold Christmas Eve, a broken furnace unites a lonely heating technician and his client who is forced out of her home. 

On a snowy, frigid Christmas Eve in Minnesota, a heating technician makes an emergency call to a townhome without heat. Don is unable to repair the unit and tells Becky, the occupant, she must vacate the premises and stay in a hotel for her own safety. Becky breaks down and tells Don she has no money and no place to go. She has no friends or family locally and has maxed out her credit cards relocating from San Diego. Don invites her to stay with him until the furnace can be replaced.

Don is smitten by her good looks and warm, inviting manor. He begins to fantasize about a romantic connection, but is restrained by a crippling fear of his sexual inadequacy. Safe at his apartment, Becky turns up the heat on the shy divorcee. Can she melt his fears of intimacy and give him an unforgettable Christmas?

Teaser:

It was more than the combination of fear and hope in her eyes. I see that all the time as a heating and cooling technician. It was something else. Something erotic that made my cock stir as I stepped into her chilly townhome. My cock was buried under three layers of warm clothing—it was twenty-four cock-shrinking degrees below zero outside—but there had always been a path from eyes to cock. Usually it was a luscious pair of breasts pouring from a peek-a-boob shirt, or a firm, round ass that flashed the go code from eyes to groin. All fair-weather sightings. She was so deeply layered in mismatched clothing there was no sign of her sexuality, except for her sparkling blue eyes that quickly changed from fearful to full of mirth and a hint of lust. They were stroking my cock.

This surreal moment had been orchestrated by mother nature, who decided on December 23 to dump a paralyzing thirty inches of snow on Minneapolis, followed the next day, Christmas Eve, by an artic blast locals call a Polar Vortex. It drags extremely cold air directly from the North Pole. This isn't the cold of some cutesy Hallmark Channel romance movie where a couple trapped in quaint cabin by a winter snow rekindle an old love between commercials for Viagra and pain relievers. This is bone-chilling, mind-numbing, dangerous cold, where just a few minutes of unprotected exposure causes severe frostbite. It's one of the reasons we native Minnesotans aren't all that fashionable six months out of the year. We'd rather be warm than look hot.

My employer, a big heating and air-conditioning contractor, had cancelled all Christmas vacation requests the minute the snow started flying. Didn't matter. The airport and interstate highways were closed. Without a four-wheel drive tank like my service truck, negotiating city streets was difficult, if not impossible.

Heating systems were failing due to the extreme conditions. It made the cash register ring for my employer. As much as I hated it, the crisis offered me lots of overtime, earning pay at time and a half. I even volunteered to be on call for Christmas Day, which paid triple time. I didn't have anywhere else to go anyhow. My wife left me for my best ex-friend Ray six months ago. Sometimes in the quiet of the evening, I still heard her gasping in ecstasy as I came through the front door. I was home early, only to find her beneath Ray, her legs splayed wide as he rammed her furiously. She never made that kind of joyful noise when we made love. It took my breath and my heart. I had turned on my heel and walked out.

 About the Author

Spencer Dryden is a new writer, but an old guy on the threshold of draining any reserves left in Medicare and Social Security. In real life he is a handyman, an at-home dad, inventor, and web videographer, living a quiet life in the frozen tundra of Minnesota (USA).

He earned an MBA from a prestigious Midwestern university, but is so far behind on the career earnings scale of his peers that the university has offered to refund his tuition if he will return his diploma and disavow his affiliation, lest he continue to denigrate the school's impeccable brand.

His first book, a novella, Bliss was published in April of 2014 in the Covert line at Breathless Press. It is a story of a woman's struggle with sexual shame. Press.http://www.breathlesspress.com/index.php?main_page=product_free_shipping_info&cPath=26&products_id=559

He can be reached at multiple locations:

Check out his website: http://www.fictionbyspencer.com/

He's on Google + : https://plus.google.com/+SpencerDryden

Tweet Him at: @SpencerDryden

He is a regular contributor to the multiauthor blog, Oh Get A Grip: http://ohgetagrip.blogspot.com

And Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100008150288001

If you liked this book, please leave a review at Breathless Press or at Goodreads:

https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscomspencer_dryden

Welcome Breathless Press Author Dawn Brower

Please give a warm welcome to author Dawn Brower from Breathless Press today as we chat about their new book, A Crystal Angel.

Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?

A Crystal Angel releases on December 12. It is a continuation in the world of my first book, A Flawed Jewel. It is a short story that takes place fourteen years later. In January, A Treasured Lily, releases. This also takes place in this world and is about Lily. Pia and Thor's daughter.

How did you come with the idea for this story?

I wanted to do a flirt that would give those that wanted more of Pia and Thor a glimpse at how they were doing well after the book ended. It was to be set around Christmas so I sat down and thought what are they up to right now. My short story was born and written in a few hours.

Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.

Oh I have to only pick one? Really? Must I? Okay I adore Kaleb from Nalini Singh's Heart of Obsidian. If I had to pick one I'd go with him. Only because he is the newest addition to my harem.

Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them?

This one is easy, Ian Somerhalder from the Vampire Diaries. Have you looked into his eyes? Oh so dreamy. . . I don't know what I'd do if I ever met him. I've met celebrities at cons and at least have managed to find my voice. Hopefully if I'm ever lucky enough to meet Ian I don't forget how to talk.

If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why?

I'm actually working on collaboration with another author. We don't know if we'll ever finish it, but we are attempting it to see what happens with it. Our idea is to swap chapters. She is writing the heroine perspective and I'm doing—er writing the hero's.  

A Crystal Angel

Sequel to A Flawed Jewel

Breathless Press

Flirt/Historical

Available December 12th

Pre-Order at Publisher

A drunken promise of betrothal has turned Thor's family against him. Will Thor earn Pia's forgiveness and find their runaway children in time for Christmas? 

After a night of cards and drinking, Thor's splitting headache is the least of his worries. When a messenger arrives with a contract for him to sign, his wife Pia discovers he's agreed to betroth their son to the Earl of Devon's daughter. Pia's beyond furious and demands he fix it—or else. After overhearing the argument between their parents, the twins Liam and Lily decide to runaway in protest of the contract. Thor and Pia set out to find their rebellious children before something dreadful happens to them. Will Thor convince Pia to forgive him and find the twins before Christmas, or will their family fall apart forever?

Teaser:

"Don't see the point. Besides I think we need to discuss what I overheard."

"If it isn't about school, I don't care."

"You should, Liam. I told you it would impact your life."

"Well, what is it then?"

"Father agreed on a betrothal contract."

"Failing to understand how this might concern me." Liam waved his hand dismissively and turned back to his game. "Who is he going to marry you off to?"

"Not me you, fool. The Earl of Devon sent one over for him to sign. He's going to marry you off to his daughter, Lady Gemma Kemsley."

Liam's face turned stark white and he swayed in his chair. He swiveled to look at Lily as the shock settled in. His blue eyes glazed over as the astonishment of her words became clear. "Pardon me, what did you say?"

"You're betrothed, as in when you both come of age, you're getting married. Congratulations, brother of mine."

About the Author

Dawn Brower holds a Bachelor of Arts in psychology, a Master of Arts in Education, and is currently working on a Master of Arts in Liberal Arts with concentrations in Literature, History, and Sociology. She works as a substitute teacher and enjoys the flexibility it gives her to concentrate on her other endeavors.

Growing up, she was the only girl out of six children. She is a single mother of two teenage boys, and there is never a dull moment in her life. Reading books is her favorite hobby. There is nothing like a nice glass of wine and a good book to relax with at the end of the day.

There are always stories inside her head; she just never thought she could make them come to life. That creativity has finally found an outlet. If you want to contact Dawn you can visit her webpage at www.authordawnbrower.com, her facebook page at www.facebook.com/DawnMarieBrower, on her blog http://dawnbrower.wordpress.com or her twitter page at www.twitter.com/dawnab33.

Talking with Brantwijn Serrah today

Chatting with author Brantwijn Serrah on their new book, Bad Dreams, just in time for Halloween. :-)

Can you please tell us about your latest/upcoming book(s)?

This week, I released a short "Flirt" called Bad Dreams, with Breathless Press. It's a Halloween-themed short story, and the best way I can describe it is to say it is a "hentai" style dark romance. I pushed some boundaries with it, personally, and I ended up being very proud of the result.

How did you come with the idea for this story?

A couple years back I was listening to a podcast by Remittance Girl, an erotic author I really admire. Towards the end of her podcast she announced she and another author were holding a call for submissions for "tentacle sex" stories. It's a very niche genre, I'm pretty sure, and I'd never considered writing it myself, but the seed of an idea got planted in my head. I didn't submit to the call by Remittance Girl but a little while later I came up with Bad Dreams. I've been interested in seeing how a story like this will be received.

Who is your ultimate "book boy/girlfriend"? You know, that hottie you read about and drool over.

I would absolutely sell my soul for Lara Raith, from The Dresden Files.

Who is your Celebrity crush? And what would you do if you ever meet them?

I have a few celebrity crushes, and I have met some of them (thankfully, all very sweet folks). I think the Holy Grail of celeb crushes for me would be Alyson Hannigan, though, and I'm afraid if I ever did meet her I would freeze and not have anything clever or even remotely intelligible to say!

If you could collaborate with another author on a secret project, who would you pick to work with and why?

I would probably like to work with either Decadent Kane, one of my Breathless Press mentors, and/or Torie James, also from Breathless Press.  We chat loosely about our work and pitch ideas from time to time, so I think if we got together we could release a pretty kickass book.

Bad Dreams 

A Blood and fire Story

Breathless Press

Paranormal Flirt

Available at Publisher

Priya can't sleep, but that's not the worst of her troubles. She's starting to hallucinate, and every night she's seeing a very wicked male...

The doctor calls it "sleep paralysis." Her husband doesn't realize anything's wrong. But night after night, Priya finds herself stuck between sleep and waking, perfectly aware and perfectly helpless, as a looming dark creature hovers over her. He promises pleasure so sinful, Priya can't resist. Bound in his coils, she's starting to lose herself...

Teaser:

Dreary and exhausted, Priya couldn't find the energy to do anything besides plod off to bed. She crawled under the covers on her belly, praying there would be no delirious, dark imaginings when she closed her eyes.

Then—seemingly immediately—the paralysis took her. It replaced her weary, aching fatigue with a rabid, feverish, and animal need. Her body thrilled in madly constrained helplessness; she flushed hot under the weight of gleaming, glinting eyes.

She found it difficult to breathe. A heavy, winding coil, serpentine, wrapped around her throat, and more twisted around her wrists, pinning them behind her back. Priya wanted to scream, her higher brain waking into a red panic. Deeper inside, though, like a naughty child set loose to misbehave, the primal Priya, the visceral, hungry, and joyous Priya needed it, fighting to move if only so she could squirm happily against her restraints.

The fear and the pleasure were hard to separate. The world of the dream flooded her mind, dark and vague. Her thoughts and will were tugged down and down, while the shadows of her bedroom swam above her.

A body lay on top of hers, felt more than seen. Those silvery eyes locked with hers, like a hypnotist entrancing her as prey, a python with a bird. Her nakedness was all she could think about, vulnerable and open to the thing pinning her down. As the strange presence caressed her, she remembered...she'd wanted this. She'd asked Ron to blindfold and bind her, and now she was bound quite tightly, powerless as the demanding malevolence took everything he hungered for.

When she isn't visiting the worlds of immortals, demons, dragons and goblins, Brantwijn fills her time with artistic endeavors: sketching, painting, customizing My Little Ponies and sewing plushies for friends. She can't handle coffee unless there's enough cream and sugar to make it a milkshake, but try and sweeten her tea and she will never forgive you. She moonlights as a futon for four lazy cats, loves tabletop role-play games, and can spend hours watching Futurama, Claymore or Buffy the Vampire Slayer while she writes or draws.

In addition to her novels, Brantwijn has had several stories published in anthologies by Breathless Press, including the 2013 Crimson Anthology and 2014 Ravaged Anthology.  She's also had a short story published in the Cleiss Press Big Book of Orgasm and the anthology Coming Together Through The Storm. She hopes to have several more tales to tell as time goes on.  She has author pages on GoodReads and Amazon, and loves to see reader comments on her work. Her short stories occasionally pop up at Foreplay and Fangs, her blog at http://brantwijn.blogspot.com.

Welcome author Ember Leigh today

Please give a warm welcome to author Ember Leigh today as we sit down to chat with h er on a variety of things and check out her new book at Breathless Press, Carlos and Casey.

Can you tell us a little about yourself? My name is Ember Leigh, and I am really happy to be here! Here are some fun facts: I write erotic romance with Breathless Press. My first rejection letter came at age 9. I used to want to be an astrophysicist, until I realized all the math involved. I also love rainbow chard and black beans, and sometimes together.

What started your interest in writing? I think about this lot, and I can't figure out if it was fate or mere influence. Overall, I'd say it was a combination of both. My mother and grandmother are both writers, and my mother promoted a lot of reading in my childhood. I began penning my own tales around age 8, because I was obsessed with space and wanted to write stories about girls exploring the moon. It’s in the genes and in the upbringing.

What is your book(s) about? My latest release is an erotic short story, also known as a Flirt. Two ex-lovers meet up after four years have gone by, and lots of things have changed. New lifestyles, new jobs, divorce, etc. The story looks at that awkwardness that emerges once a lot of time has passed, and neither knows what the other is feeling, but that spark is still there.

What do you do when you’re not writing? This question makes it sound like I write most of the time, which, unfortunately and maybe sadly, isn't true. Someday I'll get there. But, when I'm not writing, I'm doing any variety of the following things: cooking, yoga, spending time with friends and my partner, compulsively googling abstract topics under the guise that I'm researching for a novel, working a day job at an NGO, or delicately re-hanging laundry so that it dries evenly for that awesome spurt of late afternoon sun.

Are any of your characters like you? Not overtly, but I think it's impossible for an author to write a character that has no part of them represented. Every character has something that comes from within. Even if it's just the fact that they hate a certain vegetable or something.

What genres do you write in? My published works have only been in contemporary, m/f erotic romance. I am about to dabble in the waters of romantic suspense, and, down the road, something with a sci-fi twist. I don't know where this road will lead but I'm heading down it!

Is there anything you will never write about? Aside from the regular no-no's that I couldn't imagine including in my work (pedophilia, non-consent, etc), I also probably won't be writing any vampire tales anytime soon. Or anything involving shifters. The stories aren't uninteresting to me, I just find myself content being the spectator instead of the ride operator, so to speak. 

Do you keep a notebook near your for when new ideas pop into your head? I do, technically -- but what "notebook" ends up being is a combination of post-its, word documents, notebook scribbles, iPhone messages and, of course, one actual dedicated writing notebook. These float around in all possible arenas. It's very chaotic. Every once in awhile i sit down to condense all the various bits. It's rarely contained. 

For readers who haven't tried your books yet, how do you think your editor or loyal readers would describe your books? Something that comes up a lot is my relentless use of "back and forth" with my characters in admitting that they are into one another. I suppose this emotional and sexual tension runs pretty rampant in my work. Some people aren’t fans of that, but it’s something I like to play with, since my characters are usually extremely hesitant or even downright resistant to opening up to love. 

I’m always looking for book recommendations. What books have you been reading? Would you recommend them? I might be late to the show, but I just finished Stephen King's "On Writing" memoir and it was fabulous. I recommend that because it's both a resource and a fun read. Beyond that, an ‘of the moment’ recommendation would be ‘The Rise & Fall of the Scandamerican Domestic’, which is a collection of unsettling, strange, and fascinating stories about middle-class suburbia.

About the Author

Ember Leigh has been writing erotic romance novels since she was far too young. A native of northern Ohio, she currently resides in South America with her Argentinean partner, a detail she uses to justify her Bachelor's degree in Latin American Literature. In addition to romance novels, she also writes travel articles, maintains three blogs, and continually attempts to complete a mildly-gripping short story. In her free time, she practices Ashtanga yoga, travels the world, and eats lots of vegetables.

Website: www.emberleighromance.com

Facebook: www.facebook.com/EmberLeighAuthor

Twitter: www.twitter.com/EmberLeighAuth

Carlos and Casey

GENRE: EROTIC ROMANCE

PUBLISHER: BREATHLESS PRESS

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Recently divorced, Casey has been longing for a man's touch. So when business brings her back to Carlos, the one that got away, it has to be fate. The four years apart have only done him better, and all she can think about is having his arms, and body, wrapped around hers. But Carlos is not the same man he was four years ago, and Casey too is feeling the weight of too much time gone by. Can Casey help reignite his fire or has time left them behind?

EXCERPT:

Her breath caught as she followed him up the staircase, tucked to the far side of the house. Carlos had always been fit enough, but it looked like he'd taken up some new form of exercise in the past four years. He was beefier, yet still lean. His ass moved round and tight in front of her as they climbed the stairs. At the landing, he gestured in front of them.

"This is my studio, but it's all yours for tonight."

It was a rec room that took up the whole second floor, and far more standard male than the ground floor alluded to. Movie posters, gaming systems, books scattered on floors and coffee tables, and, off to one side, the trumpet, asleep in a bed of sheet music. In the corner there was an overstuffed couch just about as wide as she was long – it would be great to sleep on, even better if he could bend her over that armrest and fuck her until dinner was ready.

She cleared her throat, deciding adult friendships could be fun, even after four questionable years. "I thought I'd be sharing a bed with you?" She tried to keep her tone playful as she sauntered toward the couch. She tossed him a smile and she caught a glimpse of him looking very stricken. Shit. Too far. Things are too different now. Abort!

Maybe too much time had passed in general. Maybe he was courting a girl and wanted to take it slow with her. Maybe he no longer found her attractive, four years becoming the dagger in the heart. Maybe he'd become celibate, or found her life too normal and boring. There was a whole list of reasons why she shouldn't make the first move.

"I was just joking," she said after a moment, rolling her eyes. "Come on, lighten up."

He exhaled slowly, looking down at the ground as his tongue found the corner of his mouth. "I know it was a joke, Case."

"In case you forgot, we used to share a bed." She looked at him pointedly, already horrified that the words were coming from her lips. What was the getting at? Who had authorized this dialogue?

He squeezed his eyes shut and laughed softly. "Oh, I remember."

Meet author Kelly Ryan and her hero, John Selner

Please give a warm welcome to John Selner from Taking Pleasure When You Can by Kelly Ryan today as we sit down and see what makes them tick.

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?

She says that I remind her of some of the stories she heard from her grandfather who was stationed in the Philippines in WW2.

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate? Well I'm not so sure she is my mate, Imee and I are in the beginning of our relationship. She is for sure the most beautiful woman that I have ever seen. And sensuous, just thinking about her makes me blush sometimes.

Q: A little naughty fun, where was the wildest place you seduced your partner(s)?

Outside in the open. Sure it was a secluded area of the island, but someone could have seen us.

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man? Army issued boxers.

Q: If your partner wants to seduce you, what's one sure fire trick they can play?

Imee has this smoldering look that just drives me insane, one look and I am hers.

Q: What is the one place on your partner's body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?

Her neck, kissing her there makes her purr like a kitten.

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing thing your author did to you in Taking Pleasure When You Can?

Well, I'm not sure anyone wants their masturbation habits made public, but she has no shame.

Q: Anything else you would like to add? I just want to thank all the service men and women who have fought in wars past and present.

Taking Pleasure Where You Can

Flirt/Historical Short

Breathless Press

Grab it HERE

John never thought that he would be the same after Pearl Harbor, then he set eyes on Imee and everything changed.

Ever since Pearl Harbor John had become a shell of a man, not able to move on from the trauma. One night out with the guys and one woman were about to change everything.

Excerpt:

Joe seemed to know everyone, and everyone seemed keen to be near him. It made it much easier for the quiet by nature and still healing John to slowly make some friends. Once the drinks started flowing, he even began to loosen up a bit. He missed hanging out with guys, telling stories, joking around, and laughing. His Captain had been right; this was what he needed and what his friends who had passed on would want. He was beginning to feel alive again, and it felt good. Then he caught sight of her.

Author Bio:

Kelly Ryan, aka Sheri Velarde, lives in New Mexico with her fiancé and two dogs, and grew up with a fascination for all things that "go bump in the night", so it is no wonder that she turned to writing paranormal romance among other genres of romance. She is an avid exerciser and gets some of her best ideas while on runs. She also has a bit of a wild side, which only leads to inspiration for her writing.

Being an avid reader since an early age, she has wanted to be a writer for as long as she can remember. She has been writing all her life, but only recently started to actually try to pursue her dream of writing for a living.

She is constantly putting out new material, so it is best to keep up with her on her website.

Kelly/Sheri is a multi-published author; you can keep up to date with all things Kelly Ryan/Sheri Velarde at: www.sherivelarde.weebly.com.