Sunday, 22 July 2012

It Ain't Easy Being Green with Belinda McBride!

Hello everyone!

I am really pleased today to be able to welcome Belinda McBride to my blog. Welcome, Belinda!

Belinda has a great new book launching at the end of the month and you will want to save the date for this one. It looks fun and fabulous! Plus The Bacchi boasts a green hottie- nothing wrong with that!

Tell us more, please, Belinda!

It Ain’t Easy Being Green

I knew  someday it would happen.

What, you ask? Well, the green alien. I knew I’d write one someday, but it took me by surprise when it actually happened.

Lefi Dhrahn is the title character of “The Bacchi” and he owes his existence to the lovely green dancing girl from Star Trek. I used to watch her and she always made me laugh with her heavy makeup and sexy costume. Of course, she was nothing more than a sexual being…a hottie for Captain Kirk to go all manly over.

Well, Lefi is that woman. He’s a Somian, which is a species from my Coalition universe. They are a twin species, always born in pairs. They are colorful, sensual and sunny natured. Some think they aren’t the sharpest knives in the drawer, but in truth, they are brilliant. And they’re happy. When I started developing Lefi, I ran through all the colors I could paint him with, but he kept coming up green…long, emerald green hair, a flush of green over his cheeks and lips. Even his nipples are green! His eyes are purple as amethysts. He’s painfully lovely and revels in his career as a Bacchi: a high class prostitute.

When I went about picking his perfect lover, I knew that man or woman must be the sort who would set him off to advantage. Someone as beautiful as he, but completely the opposite. When I first put Afton’s name to paper, I knew he’d be one of the Valoran, a species that are cerebral, humorless and direct. They are also hermaphrodites. Imagine what the Bacchi thinks of that… ;)

 Afton thinks that Lefi is amoral and frivolous, but is secretly fascinated by the Somian. And Lefi… he can’t wait to strip Afton naked and find out just what’s under that stiff black uniform. It’s not going to be easy seducing a man like Afton, but Lefi has some special goodies up his sleeve.

The Bacchi releases July 31 at

Belinda McBride webpage:


The Bacchi Lefi Dhrahn lives a life of luxury and decadence, but is tortured by memories of a lost love. He survives the pain by surrounding himself with sex, beauty and all forms of self-indulgence. When he meets the alluring Inspector Afton Teris, Lefi believes the detective will make a very nice addition to his string of conquests. 

He doesn’t count on falling in love.  

Afton Teris is a Valoran hermaphrodite and like all members of his species, is stern, cerebral and disapproves of the frivolous prostitute. Afton orients as a male, but the beautiful Lefi Dhrahn stirs him sexually, making him question everything he knows about himself. To further confuse his emotions, Afton finds himself tempted by the forbidden pleasures surrounding the Bacchi.  

When a kidnapping ring strikes close to home, the two go undercover on a brothel barge to investigate a slavery operation. There, Lefi is confronted by painful memories from his past, while Afton is faced with a horror that threatens his future, and perhaps his very life.   

Their survival lies with one another, but only if Lefi can set aside his pain and listen to his heart. 

Thanks for spending time with us, Belinda! Congrats! 

Thursday, 19 July 2012

Be Inspired Meme

Be Inspired Meme

The lovely and talented Casey Sheridan tagged me for this fun meme. Thanks Casey! It is now my pleasure to answer the following questions, and then tag five more sexy bloggers to do the same.

1. What is the name of your book?

My newest is called Sweet Hell. It's my third romance for Liquid Silver Books and I couldn't be more excited to see it's release this week.

2. Where did the idea for your book come from?

Sweet Hell is the follow up to my first paranormal romance about Greek gods, For the Love of a God. In the first story, the randy god Dionysus was the delicious wingman. In Sweet Hell, he is my hero. After For the Love of a God, I had so much positive feedback about Dionysus, I just had to give him his own romance!

3. In what genre would you classify your book?

Erotic paranormal romance.

5. Give us a one-sentence synopsis of your book.

Cannoli and coffee. Lust and wine. Loving a god can be Sweet Hell.

6. Is your book published?

Yes, and you can find it on many romance sites as well as my publisher Liquid Silver Books.

7. How long did it take you to write your book?

I began in this January, while sitting poolside in sunny Mexico! A couple of months, and it was done! This one flew out of me!

8. What other books within your genre would you compare it to? Or, readers of which books would enjoy yours?

I think anyone who reads Karen Marie Moning, Kathy Love or Molly Harper will enjoy my books. My sense of humor is similar.

9. Which authors inspired you to write this book?

I just love the three mentioned in the previous question!

10. Tell us anything that might pique our interest in your book.

Dionysus, Greek god of wine and theater, is the world’s original playboy. But lately, he has been restless, moody, and he knows something is wrong. His carefree and bacchanalian lifestyle is starting to feel like one long string of meaningless sexual escapades. Even worse, he is suddenly aroused by the idea of marriage. To top it all off, Josie Marino, the mouthy, disheveled, and eternally annoying woman who serves him coffee at the local bakery, sets him on fire.

Josie, a Toronto baker of Italian heritage, is not looking for love or lust. Especially not with Dionysus Iros, the most aggravating, demanding customer she'd ever had to serve. With his rippling muscles and sexy, knowing eyes, he's obviously trouble with a capital T. Unfortunately, he's also the star of her every X-rated dream. She’s known players like Dionysus before, and one of them almost got the better of her. Josie determines she will not fall for his considerable physical charms, come hell or high water.
But Dionysus turns strangely protective when a sinister character arrives at Josie’s bakery, and they can no longer deny their unwanted feelings for one another. They are forced to embark on a bizarre, sexually-charged journey to hell itself, which threatens to either change them for the better, or destroy them.

Thanks again, Casey Sheridan!

The authors I'm tagging are:

Pauline Allan
Patricia Macias
Jennifer Labelle
Rionna Morgan
Cherie Nicholls

Have fun, ladies!

Tuesday, 17 July 2012

TRR Sizzling Summer Reads Event!

I'm part of The Romance Reviews Sizzling Summer Reads event. For my Q&A, you need to find the occupation of my hero Shane in my romance Up In Flames.

Hint...check the Up In Flames tab.  Shhh...


Monday, 16 July 2012

Sweet Hell released today!

Hi my friends;

It's not often I get a wee chance to toot my own horn here on the blog, but I just have to do a little tooting today. My new paranormal romance Sweet Hell, the follow up to For the Love of a God, releases today! I couldn't be happier.

Come join me on this rollicking ride through Hades, and fall in love with Dionysus and Josie. Be one of the first to download this hot, new read. I hope you enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it.


Thursday, 5 July 2012

Congrats to our winner Kaylyn!

Congratulations are in order! The Celebrating Independence Blog Hop has ended (hair of the dog, anyone?) and I have drawn a name from the commentors. The lucky girl is Kaylyn, who wins a copy of my two ebooks For the Love of a God and Up in Flames! Congrats Kaylyn!

Thanks to all those who visited me during the hop and who left messages! I appreciate your enthusiasm and love for my Canuck men!

Come see me again soon!

Tuesday, 3 July 2012

Sue Brown is here!

Hello friends!

I 'm so pleased to be hosting Sue Brown today as she tells us about her new release The Isle of...Where? Sue also dishes on those odd reactions we all sometimes get when people find out we're romance authors...I hear ya, Sue!

Welcome Sue. The floor is yours.

My friend and fellow author, Patricia Logan, encountered a fan of her books this week. They got talking about romance books and suddenly the lady is looking at her in awe and tells her she’s a huge fan. Oh wow! What a boost to a fabulous author.

I can’t deny that I’d love that to happen to me. I spend my life dodging describing what I write to big, burly double glazing installers, or their not-so-burly salesmen who a) tell me about the football books they’ve half-written, b) the famous authors he knows (he was an ex-jump jockey), and c) talk about sci-fi fantasy.

Yep, tell someone that you write and they have a story about the book they’ve never written or they give you *the look* because you write romance. They also have the burning question that is on everyone’s lips… altogether now… “Have you read Fifty Shades of Grey?” and the next one… “Why don’t you write a book like that?”

*bangs head against wall*

Because I like writing about gorgeous men, thanks. Here, try one of mine.

So, back to meeting fans. I’ve met one lady who reads and is not a writer *Hi, Josie*. But I’ve never just encountered a real live reader just by accident. Now you’re probably thinking what is the woman waffling about? All readers are alive. Of course they are. But I don’t see them. Like most authors I exist in a vacuum, unless I speak to them on Facebook. I love each and every one who buys my books – my kids thank you – but I probably won’t meet them.

I can’t deny I dream about having my Patricia Logan moment. Well, that’s enough waffling. I’m off to wrestle my cowboys into bed. If you see a middle-aged woman in Starbucks muttering “Leg over, hand on cock, and bam!” that is probably me. Do come and say hello. I’ll even buy you a coffee.

Author Bio: Sue Brown is owned by her dog and two children. When she isn't following their orders, she can be found plotting at her laptop. In fact she hides so she can plot and has got expert at ignoring the orders.

Sue discovered M/M erotica at the time she woke up to find two men kissing on her favorite television series. The series was boring; the kissing was not. She may be late to the party, but she's made up for it since, writing fan fiction until she was brave enough to venture out into the world of original fiction.

She can be found at her website, her Facebook, and twitter.

The Isle of… Where?

Blurb:When Liam Marshall’s best friend, Alex, loses his fight with colon cancer, he leaves Liam one final request: buy a ticket to Ryde, on the Isle of Wight, and scatter Alex’s ashes off the pier. Liam is tired, worn out, and in desperate need of a vacation, but instead of sun, sea, sand, and hot cabana boys, he gets a rickety old train, revolting kids, and no Ewan MacGregor.

Liam would have done anything for his friend, but fulfilling Alex’s final wish means letting go of the only family Liam had left. Lost, he freezes on the pier… until Sam Owens comes to his rescue.

Sam’s family has vacationed on the Isle of Wight every year for as long as he can remember, but he’s never met anyone like Liam. Determined to make Liam’s vacation one to remember, Sam looks after him—in and out of the bedroom. He even introduces Liam to his entire family. But as Sam helps Liam let go, he’s forced to admit that he wants Liam to hang on—not to his old life, but to Sam and what they have together.

Excerpt:The beach was empty, miles of golden sand laid out for them to dig up. It was also freezing, and Liam shivered. It hadn’t occurred to him to bring a jacket, and the wind whipping off the sparkling waves sucked any heat from the sun.

“You’re shivering,” Sam said unnecessarily. “Here.” He slipped off the hoodie he was wearing, holding it out so that Liam could slip it over his head.

“Then you’ll get cold,” Liam pointed out.

“Put it on,” Sam insisted.

Giving in, because he was fucking freezing, Liam tugged on the soft gray hoodie. It drowned him a little, but it was warm and Liam didn’t care. He cared even less when he looked up and saw the open lust in Sam’s eyes.

“You like me wearing your clothes, huh?”

Sam swallowed and Liam had the feeling that if they weren’t in the open, Sam would have jumped him. As it was, he got up close, too close.

“I wanna fuck you wearing that hoodie and nothing else,” Sam whispered in Liam’s ear, his hot breath ghosting over Sam’s neck. There was no need to whisper, no one was in earshot, but it was hot as hell, and Liam couldn’t help the hitch of breath or the moan that escaped him. But because Sam was talking about fucking, Liam had to retort.

“Just remember, I do the fucking.”

“If you wear this hoodie and your arse is bare, I don’t care who fucks who.”

Liam swallowed hard. Sam chuckled and brushed a quick kiss over his lips.


“Huh?” Liam was soaking up the way Sam filled his senses. Words took a while longer to process.

To his regret, Sam took a step back. “Sandcastles,” he repeated. “Otherwise things could get interesting out here, and much as people like me, I don’t think they’d forgive a display of bare-arsed man-loving in a hurry.”

Sadly, Sam was probably right, and Liam had to postpone the thought of throwing Sam down on the sand for another time. It didn’t occur to him until much later that he was already planning to spend more time with Sam.

Sam jogged back to Molly and picked up the kids’ buckets and spades from the pea-sized trunk. Liam had been firmly corrected and told it was the boot. Whatever. It was still miniscule.

He handed Liam the purple spade and the orange bucket, keeping rainbow ones for himself. When Liam protested, Sam just gave him a look.

“You got my hoodie. Now stop complaining.”