Sunday, December 26, 2010

Gifts we gave this year that WE LOVE!

Gifts my husband and I gave this year that we truly adored were two, with the expectation to give a third.

We gave a teenage girl in Kenya tuition for her last 3 years of high school. Yes, we did this through a non-profit and we did it in memory and honor of our oldest son who died in January and who would have gotten a kick out of this. The $900.00 was certainly an amount we would have spent on him, and now we spend it to give a young girl a chance to improve her life.

The other was a gift to FIRST BOOK, a non-profit that buys books for disadvantaged children. With more than 1/3 of the homeless people in America being children, their chances of having a book of their own to cherish is small. This organization buys books for children. Go visit and donate in any amount to

The gift we will give again this year is to Pathways to Housing , also a non-profit, whose mission is to provide housing, stability and social counseling to those in our country who suffer from dual diagnoses, usually some mental impairment and one of more addictions. I urge you to look them up on line to see if one is in your city. For our son who had a brain injury from an auto accident and secondary drug addiction, this group helped make his life more livable, productive and happy. When he died, he was stable, drug free, and very happy. All of this was because of their marvelous professional attention and knowledge. Their philosophy is that a person who has a home of his or her own has a safe environment they know they can go to each night. This alone stabilizes much of their thinking, aids in saving them from desperation and motivates them to continue to live with a sense of pride and self-achievement.
Merry Holidays! May they be healthy, safe and happy.
Ciao, bella!

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

New Lingerie? Bellefleur, Seattle and Soma. New sexy feeling, New titles, New Year

New lingerie from Santa?
I am a woman of a certain age, and I adore silky, well fitting lingerie.
I love a bra that fits my body, not Victoria's Secret's bodies, et al.
I like the new no-line panties. The seamless ones. Butt floss is ouuuuuuuuiiiiiiiee, not for moi.
One of the blogs I follow regularly is one that belongs to a FABULOUS lingerie shop that I discovered when last I was in Seattle with my daughter shopping and (Yeah, well, you need lingerie All the Time, don't you?)
Where is this delightful shop?
If you live in Seattle, lucky you. You need to go visit, breathe the air, feel the fabrics from Paris and Italy. Take your check book and allow yourself to spend at least $100. If you happen to know someone who is in need of sophisticated, seductive bedroom silkies or who is getting married and you need a gift, wow. You will not be sorry. And they will love your terrific taste.
(No. I do not know the owners and I don't get any payment from them.) If you live anywhere else but the greater northwest, treat yourself to a wonderful few minutes on line and go feast on their words and their choices.

Where else can you go? I love the marvelous new bras at Soma's, the division of Chico's. Yes, they are pricey, but oh so worth it. They wear well. Wash well. No drying in the drier, you know, but still heaven to wear. You look good. They FIT you like skin. If you don't know how to size yourself, do go on line and learn or go to a lingerie shop or Soma's where they will fit you. You. The experience is one you will adore. Daily.
Why, I muse, do I love great lingerie AND pajamas that are soft, cool or warm (think the new bamboo fabric) and just luscious to the touch?
Cuz I feel put together. YOU KNOW what I mean. I feel like I belong to my body and my body to me. Not some chick in a mag with hips the size of which I have not seen on me since before my first child, natural delivery, thanks.

Meanwhile, I hope you like my new covers! My lingerie, if you will, for the New Year! A hunky Best Man (coming up in a quartet with Desiree Holt and Allie Standifer and me called WEDDING BELLES, out in January!), a former spy (#2 in Desiree Holt's and my UNTIL series of romantic thrillers Feb 25) and then a sheriff, date TBD, but soon!
There is a new Regency,#4 in my Stanhope Challenge series, that I just typed The End to yesterday. The Bastard--yep that's the title--debuts Feb. 2!
Happy Holidays. Be healthy, smart and safe.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Welcome guest author, Katalina Leon!

OH, what a title! What a cover! Makes you want to open him up for Christmas, eh?
Say hello to the luscious new book NICE PACKAGE by Katalina Leon.

What's it about?

Christmas chaos is over at the Emerson’s house, but the real holiday fun is just beginning. Jim presents Cora with a big beautiful gift box she is forbidden to open.

What’s in the crimson mystery box?

Cora finds out, slowly, over a twenty-four-hour period. The box contains tantalizing toys, temptation, tricky games and an invitation to an erotic adventure at a mountain lodge that will refresh their marriage and bond them as lovers. If Cora can endure one hellaciously prolonged tease, she’s really going to enjoy getting a nice package.

Now you need a nibble? (Copyright 2020, Katalina Leon)

Cora knew if the bra she wore didn’t kill her she would have to kill the bra. She leaned over the sink full of warm soapy dishes and attempted to discreetly adjust the razor-thin satin straps from beneath her snug cashmere sweater. The racy new bra looked so pretty this morning. Its shades of scarlet trim made it the perfect festive choice for Christmas day, but at the end of many long happy hours it turned on her and showed its vicious side. The bra had a biting underwire and nasty little straps that cut into her shoulders. It was not her friend even though it was beautiful and its delicate lace cups had gleamed a lush crimson in the lingerie store and promised to be a pleasant holiday companion, but it wasn’t. Its true nature had been exposed. The bra had a cruel streak and it had to go.

She stopped washing crystal goblets and removed her rubber gloves so she could reach under her favorite pearl-embroidered red sweater without soaking it. Her damp hands ran the length of the pinching underwire, hoping to locate the exact trouble spot and free her tortured breasts.

“Let me help you.” A big, warm male body pressed against her back and wrapped his arms round her waist. His hands reached upward to gently cup her breasts. “I love how sexy you look wearing this tight sweater.” His warm breath tickled her ear. “Quite fuckable.”

She quickly turned to shush her husband. “Be careful, Jim,” she whispered. “We don’t want the kids hearing that.”

Jim leaned over her shoulder, mischief lit deep within his warm brown eyes. “There are no kids.” He paused. “They just left. My parents took them for the weekend. All the cousins are going to meet at the cabin tomorrow to go snow sledding. Everyone already drove away while you were tidying the kitchen.” He smiled. “We have Christmas night completely to ourselves.”

“Really?” She turned in Jim’s arms to face him, rose on tiptoes and kissed his lips. “Are we meeting the family at the cabin tomorrow?”

“No, we have other plans.”

Her brows dipped. Was everyone truly gone? “I didn’t even say goodnight to anyone or thank them for a lovely Christmas.” She impulsively dodged past Jim, hurried from the kitchen and stared with disbelief into a quiet living room filled with puddled cranberry candles and a sparkling Christmas tree. “They left so quietly, I didn’t even hear anyone leave.”

Jim’s grin crooked to the side the way it always did when he was plotting something silly or fun. His curved smile always gave his true intentions away. “That was part of the plan. We wanted to surprise you. You work so hard every year making the holidays a wonderful experience for all of us, I wanted to surprise you by doing something special just for you.” He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close to his heart, gently kissing the top of her head. “Let’s finish the dishes and I’ll let you in on a little of my plan.” He led her into the kitchen and gently maneuvered her in front of the sink.

She laughed softly. “I see your holiday plan includes me finishing the messy kitchen work no matter what.”

He pressed the length of his torso against her back and kissed the nape of her neck. “We can’t leave a sink full of dishes, we’re also going away.”

She twisted in Jim’s arms to look up at him. “Where are we going?”

“I can’t tell you. It’s a surprise.” His broad hands slid beneath her sweater and deftly unhooked her bra.

The snuggly fitted bra strap popped open. She instantly sighed with relief.

He pushed the bra upward, cupping her naked breasts and gently took hold of her nipples, giving each a gentle but firm tug. The rumpled sweater rose higher as his fingertips lovingly explored her rounded curves. His face nuzzled her hair and gently inhaled her perfume. “I like this scent. It’s crisp and clean. It suits you.” His lips brushed against the nape of her neck with a featherlight kiss, as his palms warmed her breasts. “Your skin is so soft.” He slowly rubbed his body longingly against her. “You feel so good,” he whispered. “I can’t stop touching you.” His hard cock pressed persistently against his trousers and firmly poked against her bottom. “Finish doing the dishes so I can take you into the living room and fuck you under the Christmas tree.”

“Are you joking?” She turned to face the sink and swished her fingers through the warm water searching for any stemware left behind. She picked up a goblet that still had a crimson lipstick stain on its rim.

“No, I’m not joking. I might as well tell you right now, part of your holiday surprise this weekend is that I get to have complete sexual control over you. You’ll do absolutely everything I say.”

She gasped in eager alarm and nearly dropped one of her favorite goblets into the sink. She’d been waiting a long time to hear those words, and now that the moment was finally here, she started wondering what would happen next. Her heart pounded with excitement. She loved it when Jim took charge of her and allowed her to be the pampered submissive. It was what she craved above all else, and it was thrilling to know he felt the same way.

She glanced over her shoulder and gazed into his eyes. A bright smile spread across her face. “We’ll see how well that works out for you. I have to warn you, I’ll only submit to the most clever and masterful hands.” She gently challenged him with her words and her eyes.

His eyes sparkled. “You’ve hinted more than once you were ready to play a few new games with me, and this is the time. We’re starting now.” His gaze fixed directly on hers. “I know you better than you might think. Give me credit for that. I know what you’ve dreamed about, hinted at and hoped for. I even know you enjoy a little anxiety and tension mixed together with your orgasms. Am I right?”

“What?” She wilted over the sink in mock shock. It was true. Her face grew warmer.

“I’ve watched you work yourself into a tense lather on many occasions just to get a bigger sexual thrill. I’ll tell you upfront, I might even spring a few shocking little surprises on you just for the pleasure of watching you writhe. I’ve also taken a good long look at those books you keep hidden on your side of the nightstand, and I know exactly what your fantasies are.”

“Do you?” She blushed furiously. Her gaze focused on the kitchen window above the sink. The window acted as a dark mirror, clearly reflecting her startled face and Jim’s confident expression. “I’m a reader. I’m open-minded. Erotic-romance is fun and exciting to read.” She nervously paused. “Jim they’re just books…”

He looked at their reflection in the window and caught her nervous gaze. “They’re very telling books. Very graphic books. To be honest, I’m as turned-on by them as you are, so there’s nothing to feel self-conscious about. Remember, I love you, Cora. You’re my fantasy girl, and I would never harm you or cross the line, but…” The warmth of his smiled faded and his expression became serious. “This weekend I will be completely in charge of you. Sexually you will be under my control. You will come or not at my discretion, and you will do my bidding.”

Her jaw dropped in disbelief at his words and tone. She glanced over her shoulder. “Merry Christmas, Jim. I hope you didn’t discuss this part of the holiday surprise with your parents.” Her face grew warmer. She was both embarrassed and thrilled to have her secret love-slave fantasies taken seriously and brought into the open.

“Finish the dishes,” he commanded. His lips compressed to a tight line that refused to allow even the slightest hint of a smile to warm them.

Her body twisted toward him. She leaned against the edge of the countertop as she studied Jim’s inscrutable expression. What exactly did he have planned? His suddenly firm but secretive demeanor intrigued her. The determined set of his jaw told her he was ready to play bed Master. Good for her. She loved that game and hoped he was ready to expand on that familiar and beloved role. This was a great opportunity. They both worked so hard, and the boys demanded so much of their time most evenings they didn’t have the privacy or the energy to play at all. On a good night, they simply shared lazy but satisfying sex, rolled over and immediately fell asleep. She was overjoyed Jim had planned a romantic and sexually adventurous weekend outing just for them. She had dreamed of this day, and quite frankly, it sounded too good to be true. Her naturally anxious tendencies kicked in. There had to be a catch? “What about the kids? Will they be all right? Does anyone even know where we’re going?”

“The kids will be fine, and don’t worry. Everyone knows where we’re going, but no one knows what we’ll be doing. This weekend is just for us.”

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

THAT FIRST KISS with Tina Donahue!

In erotic romance a lot of attention is often on the sex scenes. How quickly they begin in the story. Their frequency. The unusual locale where they take place.

While all of that is entertaining, what I find most enjoyable is the first kiss, especially if there’s been a bit of anguish before it occurred. You know what I mean. The hero or heroine doesn’t want to get involved because they’ve been hurt by a rejection, they fear loss, or they’re messed up by whatever plot device a writer can come up with.

While their hearts ache, they still yearn. They want what we all do. Someone to cherish us. Someone to care.

That’s the feeling I sought to explore in Sensual Stranger, my newest erotic romance. Zach’s heart is still on the mend from a tragic loss. Toni’s always been alone. They want each other, but circumstances warn against it.

That’s what makes their first kiss so special to me. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt to show you what I mean:


Into his life she came—wanting…willing…wanton

It’s no ordinary morning when Toni Starr arrives at Zach’s garage. Flat broke, with a past she won’t share, Toni’s instantly taken by such a potently virile man. Direct and unashamed, she tells him she’s a motorcycle performance artist who needs work and knows motors.

Zach knows women, and Toni’s unlike any he’s met. Lushly sensuous, exceedingly assured, she’d easily be his match in business and bed. A provocative challenge that stirs him as nothing has since losing his wife. A chance he’s reluctant to take, offering no more than a month’s employment, then she’ll have to be on her way.

The hours tick by. Each word and glance intensifies their denied yet escalating desire, forcing them to surrender to passion and Toni’s need for Zach’s dominance. Driven by carnal hunger, conquered by yearning, they face the unforeseen truth of Toni’s past and a future neither of them expected.


(Prior to this scene, Zach has offered Toni a place to stay at his house, knowing she has nowhere else to go.)

Arm draped over his forehead, fist clenched, Zach regarded the fading shadows on the master bedroom’s ceiling, then chanced a look at the clock.

A muttered oath escaped his lips. Only ten minutes to go before the alarm went off and he’d barely slept.

Each time he’d managed to drift off, he’d awakened in a start from dreams he couldn’t recall. Tension knotted the muscles in his neck and shoulders. He couldn’t relax his arms or legs. An hour ago, he’d finally given in and stroked his rigid cock, masturbating like an out-of-control teen, releasing his cum on the sheet rather than in a warm, soft female body.


Uh-uh. No fucking way. Even if she did stir him as few females had, she was a complication he just didn’t need.

Rolling over, Zach punched his pillow and buried his head in it. Instantly, his knee and leg hurt. He adjusted his weight and squeezed his lids tight.

Images of Toni arrived without pause, snatching his breath, overwhelming his resistance. He saw the ends of her hair swinging against her smooth cheeks, her plump lower lip shiny from the steak’s juices, her eyes searching his, her expression guileless, wanting, receptive.

He could have taken her on the picnic table and he knew she wouldn’t have protested. Hell, she probably would have encouraged it and more…a lot more. Anything he wanted, no matter how crazy or lewd.

Like tying her wrists to the bed and playing pirate or whatever the hell women fantasized about. Having her willingly submit to his dominance and beg for still more. Playing those games in fun and for mutual pleasure.

Unlike Meg, Toni hadn’t been sheltered. She seemed to expect such behavior from a man, practically encouraging it from him. And yet, despite her gutsy personality and the brave front she kept putting on, she had a world weariness about her, a forlornness that kept pulling him near. Telling him he could ease whatever hurt she’d once known. They could comfort each other.

Until she left, and she would. She had Lucky and Belle to support.

Who in the fuck were they? Where in the hell had she met the couple? What did it mean that she’d adopted them, rather than they’d done so with her?

At dinner last night, after she’d kept dodging his questions about her past, Zach had finally surrendered, asking her about Lucky and Belle’s. Toni’s answer was to tell him about their shop, how excited they were to have it up and running. It had always been their dream.

While they’d done what exactly? What were their previous jobs?

He hadn’t asked. Instead, he’d listened as she’d recounted how Lucky taught her to repair vehicles. Her love for the man and Belle transformed and relaxed her, allowing Toni to smile freely, laugh recklessly, turning her into one of the most interesting and surely most desirable women Zach had ever known.

And he didn’t know her at all.

Sighing deeply, he pushed up on his elbow and looked at the clock.

Shit. Five more minutes and his day would begin. A day filled with Toni easing his emptiness over losing Meg, crowding out his memories of her.

Unsettled, Zach rolled off the bed and yanked on his jeans. T-shirt in hand, he left his bedroom to go downstairs and start the coffee.

He got as far as the hall bath.

His steps paused and his heart lurched as the door clicked, then swung inward unexpectedly. Plumes of steam drifted out.

Unaware of him, Toni looked behind herself at something in the bath. Her skin, more pink now than ivory, glowed from her shower and smelled of soap rather than lavender cologne. Her stretchy blue camisole and plaid boxer shorts clung to her damp flesh.

Zach’s heart beat violently. His limbs went limp. The tee slipped from his hand.

He told himself to pick it up and keep moving before she saw him, to go downstairs.

His legs refused to move.

A bead of moisture freed itself from her freshly washed hair, rolling down her temple to her cheek. Her camisole’s thin satin strap fell over her shoulder.

Ignoring it, Toni lifted a hairbrush to the side of her head, turned and froze as their eyes met.

Her gaze slipped down his naked chest, pausing at his fly, lingering on his erection. Desire quickly replaced her surprise. Her lips parted. A gentle breath spilled out. Her eyes darted back to his.

In a rush of movement, Zach slipped his fingers around the back of her neck, using his body to push hers into the door.

The wood smacked against the doorstop, then vibrated, matching the sounds of his sprinting heart.

Toni dropped her brush. It made brief taps as it bounced across the hardwood floor.

Her skin was so ungodly hot, a pleased groan tore from deep within Zach’s throat. Head lowered to hers, he captured her mouth and drove his tongue inside, filling her as much as he could, his kiss savage, uncivilized, punishing…for making him wait, for making him want.

Sensual Stranger will be available December 15th

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To celebrate the upcoming release of Sensual Stranger, I’m offering a contest today. One lucky commenter will have her choice of one of my following books**:

1. Lush Velvet Nights – ebook

2. Adored – ebook

3. Deep, Dark, Delicious – ebook

4. Close to Perfect – mass market paperback

5. Bad Boys with Red Roses – trade paperback

6. Take My Breath Away – trade paperback

** Winner chosen at random. Winner in continental US has her choice of one of the six. Winner outside continental US has her choice of one of the ebooks

Sunday, December 5, 2010

#7 on Medieval Best-seller list!

FOR HER HONOUR has hit the Top 10 Medieval Best-seller list at!
Actually it is #7 !
For those who loved the recent Robin Hood movie with Russell Crowe (a recommendation) and for those who have rented the BBC series of the same name (which was funny, anachronistic yet superbly realistic) and for those who, in general, despise that old despicable King John, here is your novel!
Was John as bad as legend says?
Whom did he hurt most?
Especially widows, he abused by confiscating their lands, forcing them to marry against their wills, even taxing them highly to marry again.
FOR HER HONOUR recounts some of that.
I currently work on the 3rd in this SWORDS OF PASSION trilogy, starring 3 knights who fought with King Richard in Jerusalem and who come home to confront his younger ignoble brother, John.

Monday, November 15, 2010

A taste of my new Regency cherry?

Time for a nibble on my new cherry!
Yes, MISS DARLING'S INDECENT OFFER debuts in 2 days and I am delighted to give you a sample.
This is the 3rd in my Regency series over at and I do hope you will come for the tale of the oldest Stanhope brother who vows he'll never take vows.
But then a young woman waylays him in his carriage one rainy evening and asks him to marry her...and ruin her.
What is a gentleman--and a rogue--to do?

Here's a sample: (Copyright 2010 Cerise DeLand, all rights reserved.)

He crossed his arms. He was to be a debaucher. Hunh. And divorced! He had never thought of himself as that, either. What an extraordinary evening. A proposal of marriage. An indecent offer to wed and bed a woman whom he had never met. Plus the knowledge that, if he accepted this bizarre bargain, he would be married, divorced and well paid for it all within three months’ time.

He turned his face toward her. Lovely, she was, though she did not wear her success here with any hauteur. She had a humility to her demeanor that intrigued him for its novelty. That it also astonished him was unique. So much so that he admitted to himself he wanted to please her and pet her. That desire doubled as he discerned that her recent circumstances had worn her down to skin and bones, coupled with desperation that had brought her to him and to this pass. Marrying him could not only change her life immeasurably, but change her attitude, her health and her financial position.

But what would marrying her do to him?

Make him more of a rogue in the eyes of the ton?

He ran a finger over the seam of his lips. Did it matter if that were so?

He had no woman he wished to take to wife. He had, at the moment, no lover, either. No plans for the next three months. Not if one counted an invitation to Adam’s and Felice’s supper parties once a month. Or his annual business meeting with his father in late March in the family seat in the Cotswolds. Surely, White’s and gambling did not figure prominently in any intelligent man’s engagement book. However, the compassion, the sympathy he felt for her, coupled with his extreme dislike of her stepfather and Trayne, propelled him to accept this final stipulation from her. At his fine ripe age of thirty-five, he had no other pressing objections to such an insane proposition as marrying for three months. This indeed meant he was rather louche, didn’t it? Without purpose, plight or grand passion, he had no reason to deny her what she wished. Him. His name and his protection. For three months.

What harm could that cause, when the damage done to her was a thousand-fold more brutal than any divorce might bring her?

He would live. Once the ton heard the true tale as they would, years from now, he might even be redeemed. He scoffed at the very notion. Redemption had never been a need of his. It was not now, either. If he did this, it was to help her, not raise up his own reputation in the eyes of others.

She watched him like a bird of prey, sharp-eyed and wily as a starving child seeking succor.

Rawley pulled up to Jack’s front door. The coach rolled to a stop while the horses stamped and snorted. The rain drummed a fierce tattoo on the roof.

Jack took Emma’s hand. “Come. We must get you out of those clothes.”

She bristled. “We must not—not until we’re married.”

He shook his head. Yes, his reputation certainly was an outrage if the woman who had just proposed marriage to him might think him plotting to take her to him before the ceremony. “Miss Darling. I wish to have my housekeeper find you dry clothes, not remove yours from you.”

He felt the tension drain from her body. “Thank you. I am grateful.”

“Thank me in three months’ time.”

Monday, November 8, 2010

MISS DARLING debuts Nov. 17! Third in my best-selling Regency erotica romance series

MISS DARLING'S INDECENT OFFER, 3rd in my Stanhope Challenge Regency series, debuts November 17!
Here we have the eldest son, Jack Stanhope, a man who vows he'll never take vows. He needn't. He shouldn't.
Then one stormy night, a young woman dashes in front of his carriage and waylays him. She has escaped from the most terrible circumstances and she needs him. To marry her.
Marry her?
And ruin her.
Well, now, I say.
What is a gentleman--and a rogue of the first water--to do?

Friday, November 5, 2010

CONTEST for new Followers! Win a book!

Win a book! Come on over to join 7 great authors at their blog, . BE SURE TO CLICK that you are a FOLLOWER! Stay with us for 60 days. (You won't be sorry, but entertained and informed!)
If you are coming as a result of seeing my post, write to me at and I will record that at the end of 60 days you may choose one of the 3 books whose covers you see here.
Happy Friday!
Happy Reading!

Thursday, October 28, 2010

4 cherries for ONE TOUGH HOMBRE! THX Whipped Cream!

One Tough Hombre by Cerise DeLand

One Tough Hombre (Tough Texas Hombres) by Cerise DeLand
Publisher: Total-E-Bound
Genre: Contemporary
Length: Short Story (43 pgs)
Other: M/F, anal play, bondage
Rating: 4 cherries
Reviewed by Stephanotis

Texas Ranger Dane Masters wants a piece of luscious bakery shop owner Kandy Brunner, but will his desire for sweet Kandy kill this tough hombre?

Texas Ranger Dane Masters is one tough hombre with a hankering to sample the town’s luscious bakery shop owner. Problem is, Kandy Brunner doesn’t have affairs. She only chooses wisely, then weds. But her three husbands have died soon after marrying her.

So when Dane gets a hot taste of her spicy body one morning in her shop, he asks himself how far will he go to get her in his bed—and how long will she stay when he shows her his need for more than plain vanilla lovin’?

Kandy Wilcox Dayton Harris Brunner as her name implies has been married three times. When she falls in love she requires a marriage license to fully commit sexually to a man. But can Texas Ranger, Dane Masters become the exception?

This is a short read and hang on to your cowboy hats because it will get you hot under the collar. Kandy and Dane have known one another for years and it seems the sexual tension that's been brewing is about to be unleashed. All the sex scenes and there are many, are smoldering hot, some might not be for everyone (anal play/sex). However, these are great, fun characters, well developed with natural sounding dialogue and a plot that was carefully paced for such a short read.

If you're looking for a story you can read in less than an hour and you love smoldering hot love scenes (especially those that include a sexy Texas lawman) and the essential happy ending, this is worth checking out.

Monday, October 25, 2010

WINNER OF DAY 3! HAT TRICK 3rd set of prizes

All of you are so full of great ideas!
MY HUGE apologies for being late with this. The weekend was too full of unexpected things!
Jennifer, loved the Jay-Z trip! (I and I like to do hip hop at my fitness club, which is how, oh boy, I blew out my knee 3 wks ago!) duh.
Susan, your note brought a lump to my throat. Nothing like standing by when things are really tough.
Same goes for Brandy, whose hubbie is gone to the wars but still supports her in so many ways.
I loved the dinners and breakfasts that are cooked, the roses given, the walks on the beach. The lemon juice!!!! The everyday gifts of being with someone you love.
BUT I will run another contest for the release NOV. 17 of my 3rd erotic REGENCY, MISS DARLING's INDECENT OFFER. And now, drumroll, please....
THE WINNER of DAY 3 is Susan.
Susan, if you would please send me your snail mail address to I will send out your prizes.
Come back for nibbles of my new releases, more contests and prizes, plus my own ramblings!

Friday, October 22, 2010

Winner of Day 2! On to Day 3. Post! Win!

This was SO TOUGH TO PICK this winner for Day 2!
I'm going with this one: I'd go ANYWHERE the mood strikes my lover/s and I, especially the rain forest in Dominica (secluded and gorgeous), Paris, Stonehenge in the evening and of course Rome, the eternal city.
What got me was the rain forest...and frankly, Stonehenge. Who knew Stonehenge could strike you as ...romantic? And then Paris and Rome really light me up! CARRIED AWAY occurs in Venice, and goes to Paris, then Naples. Yep. I am a Traveling Bunny, when not writing.
Just ordered a book on Venice a few minutes ago. HAVE TO RETURN soon!
DAY 3 CONTEST starts now!
What to write and tell us about?
The most romantic gesture any partner/lover/spouse ever did for you.
This contest closes at midnight Pacific, too!
Rock and Roll, bella!

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Winner! Day 2 of Prizes: Where would you go for the most exotic, thrilling encounter? HAT TRICK celebration

The winner of yesterday's posting contest is JB Shine for her delicious tale (remembrance?) of one terrifically satisfying evening. (See posts on yesterday's blog.)
JB, I need your physical address to send you today's prizes!
FYI, the last entry by flchen1 was posted after midnight, so I will consider that in today's entries for today's prizes!
On to today's posting challenge: WHERE IN THE WORLD would you go with your lover/s to have the most thrilling exotic encounter? And what precisely about this locale turns you on?
Paris, Morocco, the stage of a NY theater, a Dom Club?
Anything is possible.
Tell us! And please include your email address so I can contact you.
Today's entries close at midnight Pacific and I'll have another contest tomorrow!
Hope you are reading HAT TRICK,

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

Menage a Cougar anyone? Tell us your favorite romantic fantasy!

Tell us here and win a prize!
In celebration of HAT TRICK's release, I will give away to one person each day for the next 3, STUFF!
Books, SWAG from ROMANTICON and more. Yes, not just my own swag but those from those fantastic authors who came to ROM with fabulous goodies and which I will pass on to winners here!
What do you have to do?
Tell us your favorite romantic hook-up or fantasy. Yes, as a post.
Post by Midnight Pacific Time, tonight, and the next 2 nights. One person a day wins.
My favorite fantasy? Ahh. You get to read them in my novels. And if you like the idea of 2 men at once, you need to read Belle Sterling's story in HAT TRICK.
Post away, my darlings!

Tuesday, October 19, 2010


Do return here tomorrow for a BIG CONTEST and PRIZES (books, bags, SWAG from ROMANTICON and more) to celebrate the release of HAT TRICK!
But know that my Regency, LORD STANHOPE's IMPROPER PROPOSAL has hit another best seller list!
Yep. #10 on's Best Selling Erotica!
Color me psyched!
Ciao, Bella! Tomorrow! Be here!

Thursday, October 14, 2010

4.5 Cherries for HARD DRIVIN' MAN!

Delighted to run part of the dynamite review of HARD DRIVIN' MAN from Whipped Cream yesterday!


"When I read the blurb for Hard Drivin’ Man I was totally drawn in. Jessie Hardwick grew up and quickly married the man she thought was her prince charming. Life has a way of turning a stud into a dud and a play mate into the perfect mate. No, this isn’t a paranormal tale where two fated lovers find and connect for their happily ever after. This is the story of two very real characters that deal with heartache and loss to find the love they never thought possible.

"Don’t pull out the tissue just yet, though. Ms. DeLand doesn’t put the reader through all the grief that Jessie and Trey endure but you empathize with them nonetheless when they open up to one another. There is a lot of heart and emotion in this little short story. You start the journey with Jessie and then are allowed to glimpse the need that Trey has to show Jessie how much he loves her. It was a total AHHHH moment. There is also some great dialogue about “plowing fields” and “zucchini”. You won’t want to miss it!!

"I was really impressed by how much story there really was packed into fifty-one pages. Ms. DeLand has a true talent for creating and telling a fictional story but giving it life outside the pages. I hurt for both Jessie and Trey and rejoiced when they were able to overcome the past to allow for a future. I highly recommend Hard Drivin’ Man for anyone that dreams of the “what ifs” and then gives fate a free hand."
Thank you, Whipped Cream! And reviewer, Honeysuckle!

Wednesday, October 13, 2010

Men's Health mag recommends Cougar women!

Men's Health magazine, October issue, recommends to men that they set their sights on older women. They say women ages 27-45 have a higher sex drive.
No foolin'?
We women knew that long ago.
Do go over to and read a snippet of Belle Sterling's story (to be published Oct. 20 for your pleasure).
Belle has two men in mind for her adventure and the resolution, I know, is a bit different from the one you might expect!

Saturday, October 9, 2010

Out in print! 2 of mine!

Want a print book? With 2 luscious stories?
IRRESISTIBLE FORCES is freshly available at with LAID BARE & CARRIED AWAY !
yum yum.
If you like print, I hope you will love these two stories of romance that only grows stronger when danger approaches.

Thursday, October 7, 2010

Welcome guest author, Tea Trelawny!

Sex and Fantasy

Sex and fantasy have always gone together but today’s erotic romance authors sometimes take it a step further: deep into the realm of the ancient fairytale. They go where the prowess of an elfin warrior goes far beyond his ability with a bow and arrow, firing straight into the heart—and other parts—of his lady love. They go where a princess uses more than her heart of gold to tempt her prince.

But do grown women truly enjoy that kind of story? Do they really want to think about Cinderella and her prince ‘getting it on’ under the sheets? Do they want to read about a man whose manhood is restored when he’s possessed by an ancient Welsh warrior?

Absolutely! Especially when such explicit stories maintain their one absolutely essential element: love. Erotic romances are written as something more than simple sex tales. They are stories of love and romance, served with an extra-large helping of explicit detail. They have a happily-ever-after, whether the lovers come from the same species or not.

I present for Exhibit A my own recent erotic fantasy romance Wood-Lovin’ Nymph. This short book brings a fairytale being to life in modern day Central Park. While New York City is generally known for its let’s-get-down-to-business attitude, there’s always been a spark of magic in the metropolis as well. Readers will discover that spark when they meet Arianna, a wood nymph who wants to live up to her species’ reputation as sexual beings, but she wants to make love with only one man. That man is NYPD Detective Rick Ballentine, a down-to-earth guy who would never believe in fairies. Not, that is, until he sees one in the flesh.

And I mean ‘in the flesh’ in the purest sense of the phrase. Once Arianna gets her man inside her oak tree, clothing vanishes and lust is indulged on both sides. Here’s a short excerpt to illustrate what I mean. Warning: the following scene is not quite X-rated, but it’s much hotter than an R.

(Copyright 2010, Tea Trelawny. All rights reserved.)

“Kiss me,” she whispered and captured his face between her hands. Willingly, he shifted his hungry mouth to hers. Her appetite matched his as she nibbled and lapped at his lips and teeth and tongue. He gave back, aware of every inch of her nakedness against him. Suddenly his clothes were strangling him. He wanted to be naked, too. He wanted to feel her warm flesh against his. He wanted to tangle his bare legs with hers and press himself into her.

Almost as soon as the thought entered his mind, his clothing vanished. Surprised and delighted, he lifted his mouth from hers.

“Did you just read my mind?” he asked, gazing down at her.

“I read your body,” she answered with a husky voice. Her eyes glittered like gold dust. “You seemed to be having trouble catching your breath so I thought your clothes were constricting you.”

He smiled. “I like that you can read my body.”

“Please read mine,” she said. “With your hands.”

“Glad to.”

Rick straddled her upper thighs and sat up. He gazed down at the feast spread before him and need surged into his cock.

“I’ll start here,” he said, reaching out to brush one thumb across her lower lip. Ariana responded by nipping at his thumb with her perfect little teeth.

“Your other hand is supposed to be reading, too,” she said with a wicked grin.

“You’re right. Can’t let it get lazy now, can we?” Rick placed his other hand on the pulse point on one side of her neck. Slowly he traced his fingertips toward her collarbone. His other hand matched his movements on her other side as he finger-read her upper chest to her shoulders.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “That feels good.”

“How about this?” He continued to stroke down the outside of her arms to her elbows. He watched her flesh prickle up along the trail of his fingers then he caressed a path down to her wrists. Her hands, lying on the bed, opened, her fingers unfurling like the petals of a flower. He continued the gentle tickling to the center of her palms and then stroked upward along the inner flesh of her arms. The flesh of her breasts prickled, too, and her nipples hardened even more. The sight made his mouth water as she closed her eyes and arched toward him.

A large portion of the rest of the book carries their relationship much farther, and details it every step of the way. That’s what makes it an erotic romance. It allows the characters—and readers—to explore a romantic sexual fantasy in story form. It’s a ‘quickie’ between the pages of a book, whether that book is digital or paper. It’s harmless fun that often encourages women—and even men—to stretch their own romantic fantasy wings. It’s fun, it’s safe, and it’s healthy. And it’s waiting for you inside a story.

Wood-Lovin’ Nymph by Téa Trelawny is available at

Friday, September 24, 2010

Older Women Make Beautiful Lovers!

I have a new friend, Belle Sterling, who sent me this lovely picture. Thought you'd enjoy.
She too lives in Texas in a small, small town. She's a widow, only 45. But looking for love in...evidently...all the right places.
Problem is NONE of those places is in her home town.
She tells her story soon over at Tempt the Cougar blog:
Hope you come on over and learn why these guys have hats.

Sunday, September 19, 2010

Got ONE TOUGH HOMBRE? Here in Texas...

...we have quite a few!
Here in ONE TOUGH HOMBRE is Texas Ranger Dane Masters all hot and bothered over a cute trick in shoe leather who happens to own the local bakery.
Kandy--yep, that's her name--has had her eye on Dane for decades.
Too bad, she likes men for only one purpose.
He likes women for another.
And somewhere in there, they need to find each other.
Do you have a tough hombre at home???
How DO you tame him, hmmm?
Find ONE TOUGH HOMBRE over at tomorrow! (Then look for TWO TOUGH HOMBRES and, yes, THREE TOUGH HOMBRES soon.)

Saturday, September 18, 2010

Danger has new mistresses: Desiree Holt & I release UNTIL MIDNIGHT

Award-winner Desiree Holt and I have collaborated to bring you UNTIL THE DAWN, the first in a series starring savvy sexy women who always get their men. Nemesis is a very special ops group, owned and staffed by women. Their men can work...for them, and do, in a big way.

You want to come read these stories!

Danger has new mistresses. Nemesis.

You'll be thrilled.

(buy link: )

Friday, September 17, 2010

UNTIL MIDNIGHT: the trailer

YUM YUM. Thrills, chills and romance! ENJOY THE BOOK!

Thursday, September 16, 2010

Like James Bond? Covert Affairs? Burn Notice?

Get a kick out of James Bond?
Like Covert Affairs?
How about Burn Notice?
You'll love Desiree Holt's and my new erotic thriller series, Nemesis. UNTIL THE DAWN is the first, debuting tomorrow at Ellora's Cave .
Write and tell us who you favorite covert operator is!
Meanwhile, here is a nibble for you of our very special ops:
“Talk to me, Maddie.” His harsh gravel voice was uncharacteristically sweet, but very rational. “What worries you?”
“I don’t do things like this.” She knew she repeated herself but she had to emphasize it especially when she now knew she planned to spend all night with him in her bed. Him deep inside her, deeper than he had been. Going deeper still, far up into her heart. And that last was her greatest fear. Her unique adventure.
He waited, a mellow smile broadening his handsome lips.
“I don’t invite men here to make love to me,” she told him with a serenity that came with knowing she was about to strip naked and enjoy this man as she had no other. “I don’t invite staff to make love to me.”
He stood, a statue, listening, watching, waiting to give her all the time she needed to reveal her trepidations. “And?”
“I don’t make love with men who have reputations to make.”
“Like me?”
She nodded, as he wrestled for a fleeting moment with an expression of insult that had crossed his face. But then she said, “I don’t make love mindlessly.”
His mouth softened as he whispered, “Like you did with me?”
Once more, she nodded, and boldly stated, “I don’t make love often.”
He smiled, a sweet parting of his manly mouth, a tender caress of his gaze over her body. “Like you will with me?”
“Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, yes.”
“Well, then,” he came away from the wall, taking small sure steps toward her as he spoke. “You need to hear that I don’t make love to my bosses.”
She snorted, pleased, thrilled that he realized what she needed here was some reciprocity to put them on sound footing. “Your resumé says you’ve had only four.”
He nodded. “The first two were men.” He winked. “Not my style.”
She grinned now.
He took another step toward her. “The next two were women. Not my type.”
She beamed at him.
Another step had him taking her hands in his. “I don’t make love to women I don’t care about.”
She inhaled sharply.
He raised her hands to kiss each of her fingertips in turn. “I’ve outgrown the one-night stands, Maddie. The quick lays that leave you feeling like a cave man.” He pressed both her palms to his cheeks and his torso to hers. “I want a relationship that means something bigger. With one woman. With brains.” He smoothed her hair. “And beauty.” He kissed her eyelids. “And a body.” He cupped her ass and pushed her groin to his. “And a passion for me.”
She wound her arms around his massive shoulders and pressed her breasts against his solid chest. “I think you’ve got her.”
(copyright 21010, Cerise DeLand & Desiree Holt. All rights reserved.)