They Call Me Death Re-released!

My very first published book, They Call Me Death, was a success for me in many ways. I had readers who loved it, and readers who hated it. Personally, I really enjoyed writing it and I was proud of my first book, however, I recognized early on that it had it’s issues. Samhain Publishing was awesome enough to allow me to fix the issues I found and re-release my shifter story. It’s still the same story at its heart, but some major plot holes have been filled and hopefully it makes more sense. Here’s a preview of some new content:

“I mentioned the Camarilla, the faction that forced this change upon the world. Most
of the Elders who opposed them are still in hiding and may never come out in your lifetime.
The war was fought mostly amongst humans who suddenly became shiſters. Who had no
idea it was inside them all along.”
“Okay, now you really need to explain the war to me. What the fuck really happened?”
He frowned and pushed his coat aside to lean on his knees. He shook his head as if
having an internal debate, and for a moment, I thought he wouldn’t answer.
“It started out innocently,” he said. “Fiſty years before the war we had reached an
agreement, to reveal ourselves to your kind, though not publicly. The world was heading
toward ecological disaster and we believed the time was right. In fact, it felt like destiny.
What better symbol for how your fates and that of the land are connected than us? You don’t
have to be a spiritual person to appreciate the symbolism. But there is more to it than that,
though at that time, we kept this to ourselves.
“A delegation of shiſters from each of the major nations met with the heads of the
countries in the U.N. at least once a year. Sometimes we would aid them in humanitarian
efforts or environmental issues. We did not have numbers, you see, but we did have resources,
more than you could imagine and built over centuries.
“But we were also prepared for the fact that they would never treat us as equals, and
we guarded our secrets fiercely. Some nations grew frustrated, and we were accused of not
sharing everything we knew of our kind. Aſter one such meeting, two of our members
were kidnapped. We later found them in a Chinese laboratory…in pieces. Soon aſter, other
countries did the same. Including yours.

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My fellow Entangled Publishing authors and I are having a Facebook party to celebrate our new releases tomorrow! Join us for some fun and prizes, excerpts and general naughtiness, as we tell you all about the new books we’re springing on the world tomorrow. It all starts at 3pm PST (4 MST, 5 CST). There will be four authors each taking over for one hour, then the last thirty minutes will be a hodgepodge of all of us. I’m on at 5 PST (6 MST, 7 CST). Please join us!

A New Release from Tina Donahue!

He’ll unleash her indecent desires…in the most provocative way possible


Working for a celebrated photographer of lush nudes, many with BDSM themes, isn’t easy for Jodi. She’s full-figured, wholesome and longing for Mac, her bad boy boss. His shaggy hair, wicked tat and total hotness make her dream of ditching her work as his assistant to get down on her knees as his eager sub. If he’d only notice her.


Who says he hasn’t? As laid-back as they come, Mac can’t get over how uptight Jodi is around him…like he might bite her. Not what he has in mind. Her guileless nature and voluptuous figure do dangerous things to his self-control.


Lucky for him a client’s request has Jodi finally yielding to her sensual nature, because Mac’s fully prepared to dominate, demanding her submission, delivering punishment. In other words, an erotic takeover.


EXCERPT:

Mac slung the leather strap over his shoulder and dropped the manacles on a table to the side. The lightweight metal clinked delicately in comparison to the noise of the savage music. Its harsh bass matched his pounding pulse.

He’d done it again. Without even trying, he’d run Jodi off. Every time he caught her watching him, she acted as though he was going to bite her…or maybe fire her. Was she worried about losing her job?

Mac hadn’t a clue. Since he’d been old enough to notice women, their emotions had baffled him. In middle and high school, the girls had liked how he looked and he sure as hell loved how they felt, so they’d hooked up for some good times. When those brief encounters had ended, there were endless recriminations and tears from the girls. Eventually, he’d learned to expect that. Females got pissed about nearly everything. They cried. They also survived to weep another day.

During college, he’d admittedly acted like a dog, mounting every woman who moved. No way would he get married even once or—god forbid—would he repeat his parents’ mistakes by tying the knot more than once. He was simply out for a good time and an education. Again there’d been the breakup fights. His ex-girlfriends always avoided him as they would an STD. But he’d never had a woman behave that way before he’d even touched them.

What was with Jodi? More than once, Mac had sensed her interest, seeing desire in her eyes when he unexpectedly caught her watching him. At first, he’d thought she’d disapproved of him photographing nudes for a living—especially with the added debauchery of BDSM. That notion had died a quick death when he’d noted her flushed cheeks and barely contained excitement.
No different from a few minutes ago.

For a second, she’d surrendered within his gaze, her hazel eyes glistening with arousal. Her lips had parted in seeming anticipation of his tongue or maybe his cock. In that moment, he’d again recognized a kindred spirit. She liked naughty games. She wanted a Dom to punish her for being bad then love her until he’d drained away her doubt, replacing it with wonder and joy.

Mac liked that. He enjoyed her.
Jodi didn’t come on strong like most of the women he knew. Shit, she didn’t come on at all. She sure as hell didn’t worry about her looks, which was a relief. Mac couldn’t count the times he’d tried to have a real conversation with one of the models—discussing the craziness of a current war or the horrors of the latest workplace shooting—only to have her nod absently while she caught glimpses of herself in any reflective surface she could find.

Jodi didn’t do that. She was unbelievably levelheaded and genuine. With her, Mac sensed a man could be himself. He wouldn’t have to put on a show and prove he was more than he could ever be. Imperfect was good enough. Being simply human would suffice. Her quiet manner and intelligence not only comforted, it aroused.

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BIO
I’m an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Kensington, Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, Booktrope, and indie. Yay! Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised my work, and trust me, I’m forever grateful for that. I’ve had my books reach finals in the EPIC competition, one title was named Book of the Year at a review site, and others have won awards in RWA-sponsored contests. I’m actually featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. Talk about feeling like a freaking star. Before my writing career, I was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. Outside of being an admitted and unrepentant chocoholic, I’ve flown a single-engine plane (scary stuff), rewired an old house using an electricity for dummies book, and have been known to moan like Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally whenever I’m eating anything Mexican or Italian. Yeah, I like to eat (burp).
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Tina Donahue’s New Release!

My EC buddy Tina Donahue has a hot new release out today!!

A willing slave to possession, punishment, pleasure…

Dreams of a manor where submission and dominance once ruled draws Faith to hypnotherapist Colin Danes. Potently virile, he looks remarkably like her most cherished master from a past life. Desire smolders in his eyes, proving he’s never forgotten her.
Their carnal dance continues in the present and leads to their past when she was known as Eve. Through hypnotherapy, Colin brings her back to the Victorian era, a hidden estate where she eagerly submits to whatever he and her other noble masters crave. The exquisite discipline of the strap. Being bid on and mounted each night. Displayed and used for the enjoyment of all.
Most will take her. One will try to imprison her. Only he will be her true master in that life and this.
Want more? Here’s an excerpt:

Eve was still bathing when he came for her. A man whose presence she’d frequently felt. A stranger she’d often seen riding past this cottage, his steed magnificent, a sorrel with a startling white mane and tail.
At those times, she’d noted the man’s well-defined features, noble bearing, the way his attention had focused on her alone. How his gaze had lingered and possessed, warming her skin, calling to everything female within her, demanding her submission. She’d given it, not moving, scarcely drawing a breath, her work forgotten.
Nothing except him had mattered.
Not once had he spoken or made a demand. During his increasingly prolonged observations of her, he’d been content—or obliged—to do no more than look.
Now, she saw the rope he held in one gloved hand.
Eve’s belly fluttered. 
The ends of the rope jumped as he moved past the doorway, his height requiring him to stoop to avoid striking his head. He wore no top hat. Snow dusted his dark hair and shoulders. His ankle-length cloak was of fine black wool, lined with fur, his eveningwear consisting of a dark coat cinched at the waist and trousers of the same color. Fresh milk couldn’t compete with the flawless white of his vest and cravat, tied perfectly about his throat.
He closed the door, bolting it against interruption of what he was about to do. 
The thought of it—and the metal’s sharp clack—caused Eve to start. Her pulse pounded fiercely. The candles Mrs. Trumble had lit stopped flickering at the wind’s departure. A few stray snowflakes floated in the air.
Eve felt none of the chill that he’d brought inside, only intense heat, spreading from her chest to her belly and cunt, then to her neck. Her throat tightened, not allowing her to make any sound as he stopped just short of the tub. Close enough for her to see his lushly lashed eyes, of the purest blue, more glorious than any sky. 
He regarded her naked breasts to the exclusion of every other part of her and spoke for the first time. “Pull back your arms and arch your back. Present yourself to me.” 
His voice was quiet yet commanding, smooth yet rough with arousal.
Unsteady with desire, Eve did as he wanted. She had no other choice. She wanted none. With her back arched and her arms drawn back, she lifted her breasts in offering.
He studied the ripe globes and her tightened nipples at a leisurely pace, moving from one side of the tub to the other to get his fill.
Eve remained a silent, obedient witness to his brazen perusal. Craving and enjoying it, desire pulsing through her.
A small smile touched his lips as her breasts quivered with her 
quick breaths. At length, his attention moved lower, to the part of her the bath continued to hide. Its violet-scented water reflected the candles’ flames, which tinted it gold and orange. Warm colors that hardly matched the heat blazing within Eve.
“You know what to expect?” he asked.
She nodded.
“All of it?”
Eve thought not, so she shook her head.
He seemed pleased by that and began, “From this moment forward, you’re never to cover yourself in any of your Masters’ presence. Your breasts, nipples, mouth, cunt, ass and anus are ours to use as we please. Whatever we require of you, no matter how demanding or indecent, you’re to obey with the greatest haste. You belong to us now. We have your agreement. Did you make it willingly?”
Eve had.

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BIO: Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company. 


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1. Adored – RWA award-winning; EPIC 2011 Finalist; 4 Stars RT
2. Deep, Dark, Delicious – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Holt Medallion Award of Merit
3. Lush Velvet Nights – EPIC 2011 Finalist; Golden Nib Award
4. In His Arms – SIX 5 Star Reviews; 4 Stars RT
5. Sensual Stranger – 2010 Book of the Year (erotic); 4 Stars RT
6. The Yearning – Top Ten Bestseller
7. Take Me Away – #1 Pick, Miz Love Loves Books
8. Unending Desire – Best Book Rating LASR
9. SiNN – Nominated for Book of the Week LASR
10. Sinfully Wicked – Magnificent – Romancing the Book
11.  Claiming Magique – Top Pick – NOR
12. Illicit Desire – Four Stars Romantic Times
13. Come Fill Me – Five Stars – Guilty Pleasures
14. Losing Control – Four and a Half Stars – Sensual Reads
15. Shameless Desire – Four and Half Stars – The Jeep Diva

New Release! Erotic Influence

Available today! This is my 11th Ellora’s Cave Publishing ebook, and the sequel to Erotic Images. Erotic Influence is the story of a shy girl who fantasizes about the hot guy who lives across the street. But she just cast muster the courage to talk to him.

Here’s a peek:

Annie may be a shy twenty-something who spends her days keeping track of her wayward teenage sister, but Rick noticed her living across the street as soon as he moved in. Now he can’t stop fantasizing his sweet, innocent neighbor and wanting her has become an obsession. He just has to convince her to give him a chance instead of always running away.
Annie has plans for her life but has to help her sister get into college first. Then Rick comes along and proves to be a help as much as a distraction. All she has to do is pose for his friend, an erotic photographer. Not only will she earn the money needs for her sister’s college fund, Rick’s erotic influence just might liberate her enough to become his woman too. It’s a chance she’s more than willing to take…so long as no one finds out what she’s doing.
A Romantica® contemporary erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


Want more? Here’s an excerpt:

By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.
An Excerpt From: EROTIC INFLUENCE
Copyright © MISSY JANE, 2014
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Rick was about to give up and head home when a very sleepy-looking Annie finally opened her front door. She was adorably rumpled and had neglected to put her glasses on. Large green eyes blinked up at him in confusion and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Hey, beautiful, did I wake you?”

Her sweet mouth dropped open but nothing came out. He took the opportunity to lean forward and kiss her lips. She moaned into his mouth and he pulled her into his arms. A sense of peace settled over him and he knew that was what had been missing all week. He deepened the kiss until she melted against him.

The sound of a car passing had her jumping back. He released her reluctantly and glanced behind him. It was someone from farther down the road whom he didn’t know. The car didn’t even slow down.

“Rick. I wasn’t expecting you,” Annie said.

He appreciated the breathless quality of her voice. At least she seemed to be as affected by their kisses as he. He ran a hand over his face and gave a short nod. “I’m sorry I haven’t been by all week. I got busy with work unexpectedly.”

“Oh.”

“Can I come in?”

Confusion crossed her features for a second before clearing into a smile. “Yeah. My dad’s working late.”

“Perfect.”

She moved back and he stepped into the dim interior. Only the bright Texas sunlight breaking through the cracks in the blinds illuminated the living room. Somewhere down the hallway another light was on. He guessed it to be her bedroom.

She shut and locked the door once he was inside and he couldn’t keep from touching her. Luckily she didn’t protest when he pulled her against him again. He rubbed his lips against hers slowly before slipping his tongue into her mouth.

“Mmm, you taste so good,” he whispered.

“Y-you too.”

That made him smile and he pulled back to look down at her for a moment. “How late is your dad working?”

“Until six or seven. He wasn’t sure. Tammy’s working ’til seven for sure.”

“Good. That gives us plenty of time.”

“For what?”

Rather than answer, he took over her mouth again.

He wanted her in his bed. Or any bed really. But he knew that might be dangerous. She didn’t seem very experienced and he didn’t want to scare her away. Every reserve of patience might be tested by sweet Annie May, but he planned to take things slow and easy. The past week had been hell. Of all the times to be needed in the office every damn day, it had to be this week when he was aching to be with Annie. He’d gotten home late every night and her father had been home. Finally, today he had finished the project and hightailed it out of there early.

She melted against him and moaned as he suckled her lips. Her eager responses ratcheted up his arousal until he wasn’t certain he’d be able to pull away. Somehow he found the strength to stop kissing her long enough to make it to her room. She shut the door and he pressed her against it as he kissed her again. Her sweet flavor was addictive. She wrapped her arms around his neck and he dropped his hands onto her slender hips.

Luckily she wasn’t wearing her damn hoodie. He slipped his hands beneath her thin t-shirt and up her ribs until he encountered her bra. She shivered and pulled back, gasping in a much-needed breath.

“R-Rick…I’m not a virgin, but…”

“But?”

She sighed and leaned her head against his chest, hiding her expression. “I’ve only done this once before.”

Her softly spoken words left him both terrified and elated. He had guessed she was inexperienced, had almost hoped she was a virgin. The thought of another man touching her infuriated him, but at her age he had expected it. Knowing she had only been touched once helped…a little.

“That’s fine by me, baby. We can take things as slow as you need. All I want to do right now is make you feel good. I want to see you come apart in my arms.”

She shivered again and he took the opportunity to move her hair off her neck so he could taste her heated skin. She moved her head to the side and gave him better access. He slowly made his way down her throat to the top of her collar.

“Can I take your shirt off?” he asked.

Her short fingernails dug into his shoulders. “There’s not much to see.”

“Let me be the judge of that…please?”

Spotlight on In Too Deep

From the author of Enslaved, Just Ink Press brings you R.C. Murphy’s vampires in her latest book, In Too Deep, the second in her vampire trilogy. Watch out for those Council Elders! They’re a pretty nasty bunch.

NOTE: In Too Deep is paranormal horror with a touch of romance and graphic details when it comes to the horror aspect.



Blurb:
Meghan Sterling—CIA agent.
For six months, she’s been living in Central California under the name Clara Osbourne—and not by choice. The Cold War is over; however, she’s still tasked with infiltrating a potential cell of Russian sympathizers, possibly ex-KGB operatives. The CIA has heard they’ve found a way to render the vast agricultural hub of Fresno, California useless, tainting the produce as well as beef, milk, and poultry produced in the county.


The problem is, the CIA has Meghan following the wrong group. She doesn’t realize their mistake until she’s already in too deep and working with Jarlan and his partner, Rich, in what she thinks is a security company guarding Emerald Produce. She’d never have guessed they were vampires. Until Jarlan forgets she’s off the lunch menu and attacks.


Meghan helps Jarlan control his bloodlust, but she can’t ignore her duty to her country. Someone in California wants to wreak havoc on the economy and food supply. If it isn’t the vampires, then who is it?


EXCERPT:
February 1992

Fog in California’s Central Valley was a creature not to be trifled with. It swallowed up buildings, cars, and people without a second thought. The fog took more lives than automatic weapons. A trickster on par with Loki, it manipulated distances, making people believe they had plenty of time to slow down, when in actuality they were seconds from becoming intimate with the rear bumper of a semi truck. Surviving the fog was the most difficult part of life in the valley. Or so Meghan thought.
Meghan Sterling tugged the scarf around her neck tighter and tucked the ends into the too-big uniform jacket hanging off her shoulders. Cold crept in on the heels of the fog. The warehouse parking lot she patrolled was damp, freezing, and didn’t make her job any easier. Whose brilliant idea was it to become a security guard? She cursed and shoved her gloved hands in her pockets. It was time to make another pass around the back quarter of the property. Whoop-dee-doo. More weeds and fog. And being forced to deal with the two men stuck working the graveyard shift with her.
Walking with her chin tucked into her scarf, Meghan made her way to the rear of the massive warehouse. Why farmers were so protective of a warehouse full of oranges, she had no clue. The money paid her expenses, but it wasn’t worth the frostbite and vampire-like work hours. She’d need a month-long vacation on the beach when the job was finished.
“Let’s grab a bite to eat,” a male voice said from around the corner of the warehouse.
Meghan stopped before she stepped into view, listening to her coworkers, despite the lack of movement, which made her colder. She had no desire to trade not-so-witty banter with them any time soon. They were okay on the eyes, actually possessed brains, but ran out of non-manly things to talk about after five seconds in her company. She couldn’t make herself pretend to be interested in the Superbowl.
“All you think about is your stomach, Jarlan. Give it a rest. We’re not done here. You can eat on the way home.”
“I’m tired of fast food. When’s the last time you sat down to a nice warm meal, Rich?”
“Too long to remember, but we agreed to this job. We can’t leave Clara to watch the place by herself.”
Jarlan laughed. “She’d piss herself watching shadows if she knew the truth.”
Meghan held her breath. Six months of lurking and waiting were about to pay off. She tucked in closer to the warehouse wall. The heel of her boot caught a pebble and ground it into the asphalt. The noise was deafening to her ears. This is why I’m not a ninja.
Cover blown, she plastered a smile on her face and stepped out to meet them near the back door, measuring her pace so it didn’t look like she’d been listening in. “Have the oranges turned into man-eating monsters yet?”
Rich shook his head and grinned. “No, not yet. All’s quiet here. What about the front, Clara?”
Meghan rolled her eyes, afraid for just a second they’d stick from the cold. “Not even a roach. What’s the point of babysitting produce at three in the morning?”
“Money.” Jarlan clapped Rich on the shoulder with one of his massive hands.
Could the guy be any bigger? He should be in the WWF, not in the middle of nowhere California. Then again, if he was who she thought he was, his size had a purpose. She needed to keep an eye on him.
“Money isn’t everything, friend.” Rich tucked a strand of his long brown hair into the knit cap pulled down over his ears. “We’re almost done for the night. Will you be okay by yourself until dawn?”
Nodding, Meghan waved them off. “Nothing ever happens out here. If something does, I’ll eat my boots.”
Jarlan’s hazel eyes fell to her feet. “Not much leather there. You’d have better luck getting a full meal out of a rat. They’re big enough out here, away from the city.”
Rats? Meghan had been trained to face a lot of things, but rats made her skin crawl with their naked tails and sharp teeth. Out in the sticks, they were the size of cats. She stole a look around the employee parking lot. Something skittered over the pavement near the eastern fence line. Her shoulders tensed. Please, don’t let it be a rat. She’d much rather face anyone stupid enough to cut the fence with three security guards standing in eyeshot.
A leaf tumbled into the jaundiced light puddled on the asphalt. Meghan shook her head and rolled her shoulders to shake off the tension.
The big man laughed. “Try not to bludgeon any foliage to death while we’re gone. If something posing an actual threat does come along, use the phone in the guard’s office. Stay out of the warehouse. Without the code, you’ll send an alert to the police and I’ll be stuck doing enough paperwork to level a forest. Take care, Clara.”
About the Author
R.C. Murphy spends her nights writing urban fantasy novels and a slew of short stories for her blog, The Path of a Struggling Writer. By day she is a not so mild-mannered housewife, wrangling vampires, demons, and various other nasty creatures. R.C. has joined forces with fellow writers, artists, and actors to form the Zombie Survival Crew where she reviews movies, TV shows, as well as penning articles on important survival skills.
Email: RC.Murphy5150 (at) gmail (dot) com

New Release! Winning Back Wednesday

It’s release day!! Today marks the release of my sixth ebook from Ellora’s Cave Publishing. However, this one is a little different. It’s being released from their Blush line and isn’t as erotic as my previous books. It is still very much a love story, though a short one, and I hope you like these two characters as much as I do.

Austin and Wednesday have been friends for years. He values their friendship, though he’s horrible at showing it, and she loves him more deeply than she’s willing to admit. When he discovers she’s never celebrated a birthday, he plans a special night for just the two of them. Too bad he forgets to show up.

Wednesday has always been the Mistress of Denial. But this time she’s had it. Austin is not good for her, so she packs up and moves on. Now that Austin knows what he’s lost he’s not willing to let her go. And it’s going to take every trick in his arsenal to prove his love and win back Wednesday.


A Blush® romance from Ellora’s Cave

Blush sensuality level: This is a suggestive romance (love scenes are not graphic).

Want more? Read an excerpt here.

http://www.jasminejade.com/p-10371-winning-back-wednesday.aspx