Sunday, October 16, 2016

Should You Be a Beta Reader?

QUALIFICATIONS: Honesty, integrity and trustworthiness

Do you have what it takes?

(Come close because I’m about to tell you a little secret)

A lot of people DON’T have what it takes.

Honesty is so important, and nothing shows poor character like dishonesty. Granted, I don’t like every book I read; I don’t like every movie I watch and I don’t like every person I meet, but my image and my personal character are important to me. No matter what I do in life, it is my goal to be honest and classy. And when I write a review, (good or bad) I keep in mind that someone spent their blood, sweat and tears to create a book/movie for ME to enjoy.

Something I would like to shed some light on is ARC distribution. An ARC is a book that hasn’t been published, but is distributed to a certain few ‘special’ readers to achieve specific goals such as attaining early reviews/feedback/whatever.

Notice I said ‘special’? If you are an ARC recipient, you are SPECIAL and shouldn’t take your position lightly. In other words, a book is ‘personal property’. It’s like letting someone borrow your car. If that person doesn’t bring the car back to you or give an explanation as to why it’s missing, you’re going to call the police or contact your insurance company. Right?

How Important are ARC Recipients? DEADLY IMPORTANT

And I can’t stress it enough.

Did you know it’s a compliment when an author or publisher hands over to you a product that could’ve taken ten years or more to create? Did you know every author needs constructive reviews… they are the ONLY way an author can improve their craft? Did you know it’s okay NOT to like every book they send to you? Did you know it’s okay to express your HONEST opinion about it?

Ah, HONESTY… you’re going to see that ‘H’ word again and again…

What happens if you receive an ARC that makes you want to gouge out your eyes? Do you tell the author and/or publisher the truth or just ignore the fact that you promised a review and disappear?

No, DO NOT disappear. It’s rude and nobody wants the reputation of being a liar because they didn’t do what they’ve promised.

If you recieve an ARC and have absolutely nothing good to say about the book, then just be HONEST about it. (But be prepared to explain why you didn’t like it). Maybe you didn’t like the characters. Maybe the plot dragged on. Maybe it was too long/short. Maybe you couldn’t connect with the characters or maybe the editing was shoddy. Whatever the reason, please understand that your silence hurts everybody. Authors can’t improve their craft if betas/ARC recipients never share their feelings.

Bloggers, BEWARE. When you fail to post a promised review, it discredits your blog in a big way. This is extremely unprofessional and publishers could put you on a watch list or blacklist you for not contacting them with a reason. Why? Because they‘ve given you a product that took considerable time, money and effort to create. And I don’t have to mention the fact that the product you’ve received is under COPY RIGHT laws. Yes, you can be slapped with a LAW SUIT or GO TO PRISON for doing something illegal with a little ole ebook.

By the way, if you’re an ARC recipient who approaches an author ASKING for an advanced copy of a book but don’t post your review or contact the author with a reason for your missing review, this screams dishonesty and frankly, it can give the publishing world the impression that you’re just a free loader or planning to sell the book to pirating sites which is illegal and will send your ass to prison in a heartbeat.

(Just sayin' ;)

I’m a blogger, beta reader, reviewer, critique partner and author. Like most, I’m insanely busy too. I also understand that ‘life happens’--situations beyond our control arise all the time. If I’ve promised a review and I know I can’t meet the posting deadline, then I feel it’s my responsibility to contact the author/publisher.

It’s common sense, not rocket science to be polite, HONEST and TRUSTWORTHY.

Friday, September 16, 2016

Not Only Naughty, But Nostalgic

Call Me Old Fashioned and I'll say, 'Thanks.'

The other day, one of my kids asked a lady her age. Unhappy with his inquiry, she replied, “Boy, don’t you know you’re not supposed to ask a lady that question?”

I laughed, and secretly thought, ‘speak for yourself, grouchy lady.’

I’m not a woman who gets offended when a person asks my age. As a matter of fact, it gives me an opportunity to force them to guess it. I tell them I’m old enough to remember watching The Young and the Restless on a black and white television. I’m also more than old enough to remember maintaining personal relationships face-to-face, instead of texting or email. (FaceTime is a poor substitute, and doesn’t count.) I think most would agree that looking into someone’s eyes, smelling their cologne and feeling their emotions as you carry on a conversation is hard to beat.

I feel lucky to have been raised in what I call a ‘special generation’. I miss the excitement of waiting three days for a letter to appear in my mailbox. I miss waiting for a call from that special someone and knowing I can only move as far as the phone cord would allow.

I miss buying a soda pop for twenty-five cents. I miss the old card catalog at the library because the new, ‘improved’ computerized system is too damn slow.

A lot of folks would wrinkle their noses at me, but I liked that old black and white television. I don’t mind watching fiction unfold in only two colors. It made real life stand out even more. Richer and fuller. Literally and figuratively in vivid, living color.

Yeah, that’s hard to beat.

Sometimes I think our super technology isn’t a good thing. At the risk of sounding like my parents, (OMG, I sound like my mother… ew!) having what we want, when we want it has made us too impatient and lazy.

As our world has gotten ‘better’ and smarter, it seems evil is getting its fair share of opportunities. I have to worry about my children coming in contact with cyber perverts on their tablets. They can’t go trick-or-treating from door to door. (Yes, I went without my parents.) And sadly, I don’t feel safe letting them play cowboys and Indians with toy guns in the front yard for fear of being shot by someone in authority who thinks small children actually carry real guns.

(I could blog about that subject all year long….)

But things of the past weren’t that bad, right? My mother always tells me the old paths are the best.

Stop for a second and look around. History, good and bad, is always repeating itself. You'll never get away from it, especially in the news and in the fashion world. (Ugh, whoever brought back Buddy Holly glasses should be slapped with a fish.)

So before you call someone old fashioned, take a moment and try to walk in their shoes. Our life experiences mold us. They make us the unique individuals we truly are. 

Yep, variety is the spice of life. ;)

Thursday, September 8, 2016

NEW RELEASE ~ Triple Play
HOT BDSM ACTION by Nia Farrell

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Warning: This story touches on the subject of child abuse and may contain triggers.  It is written for ages 18+.


Rowena Campbell has always been the naughty twin.  After the Viking Raid and her worst walk of shame ever, she recognized that she was misusing sex.  In therapy for her sexual addiction, three months celibate, Rowena is better than fine, with a successful erotic blog and book deal by her alter ego, ginger-wigged Regina Wright.  When Scottish billionaire Micheil MacDonald wants Regina at his brother’s birthday party, she agrees to attend three scenes as an observer only.  A triple play in Imperial Rome, Prohibition Chicago, and Lewis Carroll’s Wonderland, no kink, no sex – and no lies, per his terms, with half a million dollars riding on the line.  Surely she can manage that?
Micheil MacDonald is a widower with a child recovering from the fatal accident that claimed his wife.  He sweeps into Rowena’s life like a force of nature, brushing aside her protests, determined to be the exception to her rules.  But Rowena has scars that no one can see.  Secrets that have never been shared – not even with her twin.  Telling the truth was never supposed to be this hard.

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“If you like your kink with period reenactment, then you may enjoy Farrell's Replay series. While Rowena's twin starred in Book 1's Viking Raid, this second book features Rowena the naughty twin. Rowena can be a brat, especially since she can don on different identities and chance upon the handsome Dom in question (Micheil, in this case) in the least expected places. Her quirky attitude is endearing and had me turning the pages. Since the loss of his wife, Micheil is finally in a good place and ready for Rowena by the time she appears. Great storyline. Captivating read. Highly recommended.

If you like your novellas with a good story, really really hot sex and a Dom with an brogue I sometimes had a hard time understanding, but when I listened to him in my head it was a bit easier, then you will want to read this book!! Rowena, who actually has three identities (the vixen and author too) meets a Dom she has a hard time saying no to and the story unfolds, and what a story it is!! Rowena has recovered from the Viking Raid and isn't looking for anymore "play" but Micheil has other plans. That's all I'm going to divulge so if you want to know more then I recommend you buy this book. But don't read it outside or in front of anyone like I did. You will want to be all by yourself to experience it all, or maybe with someone else, that's up to you!! Enjoy!!!”

Check out the Excerpt!

“Why me?”
One corner of his mouth curved upwards.  “Yer book,” he said.  “I wanted tae meet ye and was willing tae pay for the privilege.”
“Um.  Thank you.  I think.”  She wondered if he had a sub who’d benefitted from the experiences and research that she shared online.  She had let her followers know that a book was coming, had kept them updated on her progress.  The manuscript was done, but only her publisher had seen it.
Micheil dipped his head at the Replay owner, who was ordering punishment for a slave girl.  “St. Leger told me that ye command a hefty appearance fee.  My offer was purely a guess.  Since ye agreed tae the terms, I take it that the contract met yer expectations.”
“Yes,” she said simply, following his gaze when it failed to return.  The slave was stripped and bound to a column.  Tiberius Piers snapped his fingers and a tray of floggers appeared.  He picked one of softest leather and introduced her to it, stroking her sides, rubbing her back, tracing her cheek, then stepping back and laying on the first set of stripes.
Rowena clamped her thighs together, cursing her traitorous body, feeling the creamy moisture between her legs.
He must have heard her breath catch.  “Ye like it.”
“Do ye wish it for yerself?”
“Yes,” she breathed.  “And no.”
His blue eyes considered her, a lambency in their depths that she could not fail to recognize.  “Explain.”
“I wish it were me,” she admitted, “but not with Piers.”
Don’t make me say it.  Don’t.
He stepped closer, not touching except for the breath that fanned her hair and bathed her in his heat.  “If not St. Leger, lass, with whom?”
“You, Sir.”  Her voice was the barest whisper.  “But we can’t.  I can’t.”
The Dom came out, full force, and he was not happy.  “Why not?” he rumbled, his voice rolling like thunder while his eyes sparked St. Elmo’s fire.
“The contract?”  She lowered her gaze, fighting the urge to drop to her knees in a submissive’s pose.
He blew out harshly.  “And if I said, damn the contract.  Tear it up and I’ll give ye half a million anyway?”
Her chin came up as she threw her head back far enough to meet his gaze.  Humorless.  Not even a hint of irony.
“You’d do that?” she asked.  “Seriously?  For one night of play without sex?  Remember, my rule is one time.  You punish me tonight, and you won’t touch me for the rest of the weekend.”  Why was that so hard to say?  Damn him.  Damn her body, begging her to reconsider.
He smiled darkly.  “Make an exception,” he said.  “Ye tried tae top me in the bookstore.  Ye knew exactly what ye’d done and pretended ye did nae understand.  For that alone, ye need a spanking.  Two spankings.  I should be the one tae give them.  It’s only fair.”
If she wore panties, they’d be sopping wet.  The Vestal Virgin was yearning for the path to ruination.
“It would be fair,” she agreed, “but it can also wait.  I gave my word.  Three nights.  No kink.  No sex.  I’m not a liar.  Don’t try to make me one.”
“Exceptions tae the rule,” he reminded her.  “Ye said ye’d observe the scenes.  Nothing was said aboot wha’ happens outside them.  When the play winds down and they shuffle us out in the wee hours of the morning, what happens next is up tae us, aye?”
Tempting.  My god, he was so tempting.
And he was right.  Outside Replay, anything goes.  Except…
“Then we’re back to one time.  Once.  No repeats.  Is that what you want?”
She thought she sounded unshakeable.  He smiled as if she’d just agreed to his terms.  “I want tae feel that fine arse of yers under my hand.  Forget yer rules.  Do what’s right.”
His voice had dropped to a rumble that pushed every button she had.  She whimpered, as if she could already feel herself bent over his lap, panties around her knees, his large hand exploring the landscape of her posterior as he familiarized himself with the terrain, deciding how he wanted to change it for his pleasure.
“I could tie ye up.  Ye’d be beautiful, bound tae my bed.  I might just have tae keep ye there.”
“Once,” she said weakly.

“Lass,” he murmured, his Scottish burr thickening.  “Ye ken ye owe me times three.  Once for trying tae top me.  Once for playing innocent aboot it.  Once for nae letting me ken who ye were.  We have three nights of scenes tae get through.  I’ll give ye time tae consider yer sins against me.  At the end of each night, ye will present yerself tae me.  Ye will submit.  Ye will suffer, but I’ll give ye what you need.  Three punishments and aftercare.  I promise ye, I am verra good at both.” 


Length 20,232 words / 100 pages

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Thursday, August 18, 2016

Cover Reveal ~ Anne Conley

Exclusive blurb from Murmur, Book 5 in Anne's Pierce Securities Series:  
Valerie Dunaway is a former socialite who has hidden from the public eye for years, due to a horrific attack that left her scarred—physically and emotionally. 
When a strange masked man makes himself at home with her, she’s unable to run. She calls the cops, but the agoraphobic won’t go into protective custody, so Detective Hollerman calls the only people he trusts: Pierce Securities.
Quinten Pierce is a Renaissance man—artist, lawyer, fighter—but his latest assignment has him losing his ever-present control. He’s got one fight left in his career, and although he can’t wait for it to be over, his opponent seems to have ties to Valerie, thus forcing him to hold on until he finds out exactly who he’s working with.
With the help of the Pierce team, the scarred princess and the gentle giant must silence the murmurs of the past that threaten their future.
Unedited Excerpt from Murmur:
The more Quinten learned about the reason for Valerie Dunaway’s agoraphobia, the less he liked it.
Quinten looked over Evan’s shoulder at the three massive monitors. 
“She doesn’t appear to have left her house in three years, dude.  She shops online, doesn’t have a car registered to her, nothing.”
Quinten rubbed his jaw in thought.  “Who comes in and out?”
“A therapist comes once a week.  She pays a house keeper and a man who does gardening and errand-running type stuff.  But it looks like that’s about it.  She cut all ties with friends and family after the incident.  Maybe they took sides?”  Evan’s eyes pored over the screens in front of him, faster than Quinten could process what the man was reading.
“What exactly did her husband do to her?  You said sliced and diced?”  Evan’s choice of words churned in his stomach.  Quinten peered at the screens, desperate to find the one that made sense.
“She was a model when they met.  She came from old money.  The Dunaways?  They married into the Stadlers and created a dynasty.”  Quinten nodded. That’s why she sounded familiar.  He was pretty sure some of his parents’ dinner parties had involved the Dunaways and Stadlers.  “Well, she was their face.  Apparently, when she married Argyle Ford, he wanted her to stop being her family’s face piece, and when she wouldn’t, he tied her to their marital bed and sliced her face up with a straight razor.”
Quinten’s stomach churned at the prospect of a man doing something like that to the woman he vowed to honor and cherish.  “When you say, ‘sliced her face up,’ what exactly, do you mean?”
“Put her in the hospital for two weeks.  There were other injuries, mostly from the restraints he used.  Her lawyer wouldn’t let her do any reconstructive surgery except the bare minimum until after the trial.”
Evan’s fingers flew over keys and he pointed at one of the monitors.  There, displayed larger than life, was the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen, on the arm of some guy, in a newspaper article.
Quinten sat back in his chair.  So she’d put the man who’d sworn to love her in prison after he’d taken away her identity as a woman in the worst possible way. She was a model, at least for her family’s enterprises—her mother’s clothing company, and her father’s golf club.  Quinten had been there with his dad.  She also was a spokesperson for numerous charities.  She used her beauty for good, it seemed.  And it had pissed off her husband?  Was she hogging all his attention?  Quinten shook his head, unable to understand it.
 At least she’d taken a stand against her attacker.  That should have been a step toward recovery.  What would be so bad that a woman who lived in the limelight would suddenly disappear from it? 
“Tell me if the bastard’s still in jail,” Quinten murmured as he leaned forward to try to make sense of Evan’s screens again.  The computer wiz was clicking through them so fast, even Quinten couldn’t keep up.
“Well, I’ll be damned…” Evan mused, his fingers clicking on keys.
“What?” Quinten growled.
“Looks like he got out last month.”  Another couple of clicks and something whirred to the left of Quinten.  “I’m printing out his address for you.  It seems he’s living with an uncle on the other side of the lake from Ms. Dunaway.”
That news didn’t make Quinten happy at all.
“I’m going to her house.  See what you can get as far as backgrounds on friends and family, especially his.  Find me some trial transcripts.  And we’ll go from there.”
Evan nodded, still absorbed in the data on his monitors.  “Will do.”
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Friday, July 29, 2016

Title: Intertwined Hearts
Author: Desiree A. Cox
Genre: Erotic Romance (18+)
Cover Artist: Kellie Dennis at Book Cover By Design
Editor: Melissa Gray

If you read the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, you already met Hunter and Jackie. Now you can read their story – Intertwined Hearts!

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Fate brought them face-to-face for a wedding between their best friends. A wedding neither was thrilled to be a part of.

When they met and shook hands, their worlds were rocked. Could it be love at first sight? Was there really such a thing?

They both were haunted by past relationships. But Jackie had really deep scars.

And they were opposites in nearly every way.

Was a life together possible?

Neither ever imagined their lives would change as a result of a simple rehearsal dinner.

Don't just take my word for it, check out what the reviewers are saying about Intertwined Hearts.

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"I loved this book. Once I started I could not put it down." ~ Connie

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When it's good, it's really good ...

But there are those damn demons that try like hell to derail Hunter and Jackie's happiness ...

I had been watching Jackie’s every graceful, seductive movement during the entire reception. She seemed like one of the most carefree, outgoing, fun-loving people I had ever seen. She talked to everyone. And when the dance floor was opened to everyone, she was the first one on it, signaling for Georgia and Mandy to join her and Nikki.

I sat at the table, watching Jackie’s hips sway to the music. The smile on her face was infectious and never left her pretty face. Her long, black, silky hair swung in sync with her hips, and occasionally wrapped around her face, but she’d removed the strands, never allowing it to interfere with her fun. The dress she had on hugged her curves like it had been made just for her. I couldn’t help but wonder if her body would move so effortlessly and vigorously beneath me. I felt myself growing at the thought of my cock being buried deep inside her.

I leaned back in my chair to continue watching her when she glanced in my direction and her eyes locked on their target. She pursed her lips and signaled with her index finger for me to join her. I wasn’t a big fan of the music. I actually hated dance/club/R&B music and really didn’t want to dance. I was more than content to sit there and watch her enjoy herself. I smiled and slowly shook my head no. Her lips turned down, wiping every trace of her smile from her face. The pouty look was so cute on her.

She looked away and found some guy sitting nearby, alone, and waved for him to join her. He smiled at her like he’d just won the lottery. He damn near knocked his seat over trying to get to her. My breathing quickly became ferocious, like an angry bull, and the blood raced through my veins as I feebly attempted to calm the jealousy that was building with rapid speed.

Nikki and Jeff were walking behind me when Jeff leaned down and whispered in my ear. “Go dance with her.”

“Nah, I don’t like the music.” He shrugged and followed his wife.

When the song ended, the meek fucker kissed her on the cheek and I damn near lost it. She gave me the most teasing look and winked. She knew she had gotten to me. She waved for me to come to her, and like a love-sick puppy, I did. I wouldn’t have been able to watch her dance with another guy again. I had to figure out a way to make the most of this god-awful shit music that was playing, just so I could be close to her.

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Wednesday, April 13, 2016

Cover Reveal 

Chase's Chance 
Cherishing the Unexpected (Book 1)
by Amanda Sloan
Coming soon...

Cheyenne Grafton has always lived her life for others. Never looking back on her choices or regretting them because her family would always come first. Although she wasn’t living her dream, she was living, and that meant something. When her friends finally return from college, life gets more interesting. Unexpectedly falling in love with her best friend’s brother wasn't in her plans, and she never thought he would be falling for her as well.
Chase Taylor has always dreamed of running the family ranch with his dad and uncle. Hoping one day to find a love like his parents. College offered him the knowledge, but he didn't find what he was really looking for. He never thought for one minute that he would have to come home to find the person he was meant to be with. His sister’s best friend.
When the unexpected happens and past relationships try to destroy the life Chase and Cheyenne are trying to build, can they get past all the drama that crashes down on their world? Will they keep all their feelings buried deep within, or call it quits before it even starts and never take a chance to cherish the unexpected?

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Sunday, March 13, 2016

NEW RELEASE by Bestsellling Author +Suzy Ayers 

Fantasy Encounters with a Dom finally has a second book, Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations. See what happens next for Keira and Tim after being trained by a D/s couple in the UK, Jarred and Carrie.

Pre-sale link at Amazon:

Coming: 3/15/16

Fantasy Encounters…Further Explorations

Follow along with Keira and Tim’s on their journey as a married D/s couple. Married for over ten years and on the brink of depression, alcoholism and divorce, they instead took their relationship to new heights. They began learning the BDSM lifestyle with the help of a Dom/sub, Jarred and Carrie from the UK.

In this sequel, Keira learns her not so frugal ways will get her into trouble, and she is given more than a verbal warning. They’ve been struggling with the idea of an open relationship; however Keira was not prepared for Tim’s reaction.

Keira receives a Christmas Present that she would’ve never imagined was allowed from her macho man husband, in “Keira’s Christmas Present”. It makes her wonder what other secrets her husband may be hiding.

Keira also learns that a honeymoon is always better when sharing with new friends in “Second Honeymoon”. She wonders what she has awakened within Tim, and who will be returning from the beachy island.

This book can be read as a stand alone; however it is the sequel to “Fantasy Encounter with a Dom”. Both are books for Adults and contain BDSM themes.

Excerpt #1 –What’s Keira’s penance?
The trip was a pivotal turning point in Keira and Tim’s sexual happiness and their marital lives in general. Even after they returned from the United Kingdom, Keira had kept in touch with Carrie especially, and part of the reason she was in trouble tonight. She twitched uncomfortably in her sexy, blue dress, molded tightly to her body.
Standing and waiting for Tim, toying with her precious necklace. To most it didn’t look like much, but to Keira it symbolized a lot. It was a birthday gift from Tim. A silver heart-shaped locket with her birthstone embedded in it and a key with his birthstone. Both dangled from the thin delicate chain. It was to signify her collar when they weren’t in the bedroom. Thinking back to the chills she felt that day. He had never before put such thought into anything, and this was the perfect gift, more than that, it was The Gift. He had sacrificed a lot for her and she knew that.

“Ready?” He shook her from her thoughts. “Kids are all set, at my parents,” he added.
“Yes,” Keira whispered, grinning.
“I don’t think so. I have something—a punishment.”
“But,” Keira went to protest. Per his request, she wasn’t wearing bra or panties and that was uncomfortable enough to her. His stern look told her to shut her mouth.

Excerpt #2 –Just a day at the spa
Tim's work had picked up a bit, but they weren't millionaires by any means. Keira had read too many of those fancifilled books lately, where millionaires Doms knew instantly how to please their woman. She had learned to appreciate even more her husbands’ hard work to understand her needs, and her families' modest income. Perhaps even more so after experiencing a massively painful spanking earlier in the week that had left bruises on her plump backside, Tim had been fed up with her exorbitant spending. She'd always been so responsible, however, her new friends, mixed with new found love of shoes and daily spending sprees, sent their credit card bill skyrocketing.
Returning from the most recent trip to the mall, an ominous feeling fell over her as soon as she saw his car in the driveway—did he know? That day she had treated herself to: the spa, which included the full body massage, both manicure and pedicure, on top of the five-hundred dollar spending spree and lunch for another one hundred plus dollars—it was her turn to buy. She’d felt obliged.

 Excerpt #3 – Hands out
He was sitting in the living room with a sour look on his face. Like a sullen child Keira quickly babbled out her excuses, when she knew there weren’t any. She’d never spent like this before, she’d always been the responsible one—the saver.
“Hands out,” he held a strap.
“What?” Keira almost whimpered out the word. She’d seen women have their hands hit before and was not looking forward to it.
Keira screeched and pulled her hands away, rubbing them, his mere expression had her return them and endure the five more per hand.
“That is for the total cost of the day. Now a spanking for doing something we have already discussed.”
“Yes, sir.” Keira dropped her head.


Suzy Ayers is an Amazon Bestselling Author for multiple titles; both of her fantasy books: Sara's Awakening and Miranda's Amulet in Metaphysical/ Visionary, as well as Fantasy Encounter with a Dom in erotic fiction and Erotic Fantasies in single author and women's fiction.

Her main focus is Romance, which crosses many genres including: Erotica, Fantasy and Paranormal. Her short stories and books twist into happily-for-now or happily-ever-after's

Suzy attempts to write in a manner that pulls you into the erotic event and paints an explicit scene of lust and passion. Her purpose of expressing it in this manner is that she believes that sex and love are intertwined and are healthy expressions of the human heart. To her imperfections and flawed characters are beautiful.

Twitter: or @SuzyAyers