Your darkest desires and deepest dreams are brought to life by the pens of twelve talented authors of erotic fiction. Join them for an exploration of their garden of delights as each month a different author delves into the heart of her fantasies.

Together, we cover a number of genres from historical to futuristic, from scary horror to action/adventure, from erotically sensual to pass-the-fire-extinguisher-HOT! As a group, we have written more than 100 novels.

Our newsletter is released on the 15th of each month. We'll always have interesting articles, excerpts, and featured author interviews, as well as recipes, reviews, and answers to any of your questions about our books and your favorite characters. Each month we'll have a contest with lots of good things to give away to our newsletter subscribers.

Congratulations to this month's winner - abscondo!

Now on to our June/July Contest!

This month our featured author, Titania Ladley, is offering a promo packet, a $10 gift certificate from Devilish Dot, and a download of her book SPELL OF THE CHAMELEON!
 

It's time to reverse the spell. Mia Foxe, High Priestess of the Chameleon Coven, isn't sure why, but there's an urgency suddenly within her. Going on instinct, she returns to the old ghost town of Perish, Massachusetts. She must release the handsome former Perish cleric from the spell of solitary confinement she'd cast upon him over three hundred years ago during the infamous days of The Salem Witch Trials. But when she arrives, she discovers he's a changed man full of anger, resentment and pent-up sexual frustration. And suddenly, she finds herself warring with the devil himself!

So don't miss out on this contest folks—the drawing is July 15th!

Hugs to all,
Sam

J.C. WILDER: Thanks for sitting down with me, Titania. I see you have four novels out now. When did you start writing?

TITANIA LADLEY: Thanks, J.C.! I've been writing for forever, it seems, but I would take a guess at about 10-15 years.
 

JC: What drives you to write?

TITANIA: I'm a very visual person, so when plots and character ideas spin around in my head, I first have a drive just to get them out of my head and onto my computer screen. Once the idea is transferred to something I can see, I can sort through things easier, then a new drive is born to finish a wonderful tale that needs telling. :)
 

JC: How long have you been writing professionally?

TITANIA: About 3 years. But things have really gotten busy in the last year since signing on with Ellora's Cave---and I love it!
 

JC: I see you’re quite prolific, what is your typical writing schedule?

TITANIA: Thanks, J.C.! Well, if I have a deadline (which is all the time---lol) I usually concentrate on my edits, then jump back into writing, research and promotion once that round is complete. I keep a list of my scheduled releases and when they're due to my editor/s. Again, it's the visual thing and helps me get organized, to know when and what to dig back out and resume working on. As far as a day's schedule, it varies with my family's schedule---which can be quite busy---but I usually alternate addressing email with writing/edits for a few hours. Total, I probably get in...hmm, maybe 5-6 hours of writing a day, in addition to promotion, research, etc.
 

JC: Do you still have a day job, and if you do, what is it?

TITANIA: I'm a registered nurse by trade, but I've taken a leave for a bit to see if I can launch my dream of being a full-time writer. We take it month-to-month. If we get buried in debt, back to work I go, but so far so good. My husband is my main support system. I love him SO much! Between him and my awesome kids, I have all the encouragement, love and support I need to keep up my dream. When someone GENUINELY believes in you, it's amazing how it changes your whole world. :)
 

JC: Tell us about your latest book.

TITANIA: My latest release is a paranormal erotic romance set in Florida and titled JENNIE IN A BOTTLE from Ellora's Cave. A genie has been banished to a bottle for centuries due to her inability to fulfill her obligations as the coming Goddess of Carnality. When a hunky hedonistic resort owner finds the bottle and releases her, the clock starts ticking. She has to complete her carnal "goals" within a certain timeframe, or be banished back to the bottle. It's highly erotic and contains a very fulfilling love story.
 

JC: What do you have coming up?

TITANIA: HOSTAGE OF MY HEART, a steamy romance for Echelon Press' Entice line, will be out in August 2004. I'm currently working on an Irish anthology for Ellora's Cave releasing February 2004, and have another title coming out with EC called MOONLITE MIRAGE, a paranormal sci-fi set in a well-known bordello. Though it's been accepted, we're still in contract negotiations, so I'm not at liberty to go into any further details---just yet. :) I've started a sequel to JENNIE IN A BOTTLE, and have 2 novels in addition to that on the Ellora's Cave schedule, as well. Finally, I'll be contributing to an anthology for Echelon Press' Men of Entice line---and I got to choose my male model for the cover!
 

JC: What is your favorite dessert?

TITANIA: Snickerdoodles! No, wait, peanut butter cookies with chocolate chips. Hmm, how about M&M cookies? Heck, I like all desserts!
 

JC: Do you have any pets?

TITANIA: Yes, an indoor cat named Sammie, who is very I'll-let-you-know-when-I-want-affection-like. And an outdoor dog dubbed Dusty due to the fact that he was a filthy mess when we brought him home! And he thrives on constant attention and love.
 

JC: Anything else you’d like to share?

TITANIA: Can't think of a thing, but I do want to mention I love to hear from readers, whether it's to say HI or to give feedback on my stories or just anything at all. My email addy is titanialadley@aol.com for now. I will be changing that by the end of the summer, but most updates and news can be found at my website www.titanialadleyromance.com. Thanks J.C.! I really enjoyed talking with you!

This month, I offer you a light summer meal that will TICKLE your fancy!

1. Prepare pasta as directed on package. You and your partner should take turns undressing each other as the pasta is cooking.

2. As soon as the pasta is ready, drain and immediately cut ¼ inch slices of butter into dish and toss, coating the pasta with margarine as it melts.

3. Sprinkle Garlic Salt onto pasta as you toss, until coated lightly (about 2 tablespoons).

4. Holding the pasta at the bow-tie center, brush the fan-like ends over your partner’s body, ‘painting’ lightly with the butter/garlic mixture. ‘Dress’ each other with the bow-ties – put them in places you feel need attention and have your partner find them and eat them from you. Continue until you have licked, munched, and painted your way all over each other’s bodies or until pasta runs out!

LADIES: Okay, I’ll confess I haven’t tried this yet—just found out about it this weekend. But while we’re on vacation in San Antonio next week...

REQUIREMENTS: One bottle of water-based lubricant.

INSTRUCTIONS: Have your man lie on the floor naked with his legs straight. Sit to either side of him, by his hip, and swing your legs over him, placing your feet flat on the floor opposite you. Your knees should now be tented above his penis. Lubricate the inner sides of your knees and lower them until you have captured your guy’s hot rod between your knees. Now bend and straighten your right knee several times, rolling it along the top (or underside, depending on which side you’re sitting on) of his staff. Now bend the left knee several times, stimulating the other side of his penis. Continue until he begs for mercy!
 

GENTLEMEN: There’s nothing like conflicting sensations to send a woman over the edge!

REQUIREMENTS: One very wet pussy (or a bottle of water-based lubricant).

INSTRUCTIONS: Take one naked woman. Have her lie on her back, her knees bent and legs slightly apart. Hold your LEFT hand palm up and insert the forefinger of your LEFT hand into her vagina as deeply as you can. Begin moving your finger, SLOWLY and steadily, in a ‘come here’, beckoning motion. This will stimulate the front wall of your lady’s vagina. While doing this, hold your RIGHT hand palm down and insert the forefinger of your RIGHT hand into her vagina as well. Begin moving THIS finger VERY RAPIDLY to the left and right. If you are coordinated enough to add a slight in-and-out motion, go for it! Continue until she ‘comes’! Speaking from experience, this makes for a VERY intense climax!

When sculptor Danielle saves a massive (and intriguingly anatomically correct) obsidian gargoyle from being relegated to a landfill, she has no idea of the erotic journey she's about to begin. As the Guardian works his special magic on her, the heat becomes strong enough to melt a heart of stone!

Feeling like a puppet on strings, Danni slipped off the bed, padding over to the clear area just in front of her newest acquisition. She sat cross-legged on the pavers, facing the gargoyle, and without conscious thought, her hand moved.

Normally, Danni pleasured herself with her two longest fingers. This time, her silent partner guided her thumb into her pussy. Giving in completely to the unseen force, Danni penetrated deeply, pressing her thumb against the back of her vaginal wall.

A spear of pleasure lanced through her.

“Oh, God.” Danni probed the spot again. Another pulse ripped through her abdomen. “God, yes!” Again and again, she stimulated that sensitive spot, spurred on by the intense approval she sensed from her invisible guide. Another suggestion whispered through her veins. Puzzled, Danni obeyed. Slipping her middle finger into her pussy, she stirred her juices, coating her finger until it was nice and wet. When the next hint of suggestion came, she balked. She had never touched herself there before! But her silent puppet-master was insistent, and she found her finger moving inexorably along the valley between her cheeks, to the rim of her anus. For a long moment, Danni fought to free her mind of the controlling touch.

Grellix hesitated as Danni fought him, wondering if he should stop. But her pleasure rushed through his veins, and he knew that despite its current strength, he could give her even more. Unrelenting, he stimulated the nerves that spoke to her tendons and muscles, moving her other hand.

To Danni’s astonishment, she reached out with her other hand and parted her butt-cheeks. For one more moment, she was able to resist, but then her cum-slicked finger slid past the rim of her anus.

“Oh!” A ripple of pleasure surprised her. Cautiously, she probed deeper, finding the touch unexpectedly arousing. At a thought from her guide, she wiggled her finger. Her nipples tightened achingly and her pussy wept, juices pooling on the floor beneath her. “Oh, God.”

Slowly, at first, then faster as her pleasure mounted, Danni plumbed her pussy with her thumb and her ass with her finger. The coil of hot need wound tighter and tighter within her. Harder and deeper, Danni pressed, until finally she trapped that wonderfully erotic spot between her buried thumb and finger, shuddering uncontrollably as spasm after spasm of pure bliss contracted her pussy and anus so tightly that she could not feel the tips of her fingers.

“Damn!”

This was a hell of a lot more satisfying that anything Danni had tried before. The presence in her mind projected a smug satisfaction. Almost, it was enough to make Danni stop, just to show that presence who was really in control. Almost, but not quite, because Danni fucked herself twice more the same way, turning toward one of the full-length mirrors so that she could watch, her sensations only heightened by the sight of her fingers buried deep in the two caverns.

Sir Thomas’s door stood partly open, waiting for her. She pushed it closed behind her and dropped the bar into place.

He sat on the side of the bed. He’d already removed his tunic and boots and loosed the laces on his shirt.

“No bath tonight, I fear, my lord. I did not want to deny anyone the entertainment after dinner. There has been too little laughter within these walls.”

“Of course. I would not have denied them either. Come here, Juliana.”

She hesitated a moment, then walked toward him.

“I will deny you nothing, either,” he said. “What would you have of me, my lady?”

She sucked in a sharp breath. There were many things she should demand of him. Go away. Leave us in peace. Stop searching for answers. Give me back my heart. Instead, she said, “Teach me how to please you, Sir Thomas.”

He drew her toward him until she stood between his splayed legs. “You please me just by being who you are,” he answered.

“When you know me better, you may not think so. But that was not what I intended.”

“I know. Yet ‘tis true, nonetheless.” He pulled her into his arms, pushed the robe off, lifted the shift over her head, sat her on one of his muscular thighs, and kissed her until her head felt light and the heat ran up and down her body in a bubbly wave. She leaned into his chest, moaning with pleasure as he nibbled her lip and then stroked with his tongue.

“This pleases me a great deal.” He shifted and the hard shaft of his cock rubbed against the side of her leg.

It pleased her as well. And when he put his big hands over her breasts and began stroking them, it pleased her even more. She sighed as the tingles spread from her breast, and gasped when he squeezed the tips just hard enough to make them burn.

His hand slid down from her breast over her belly toward the cleft between her legs. At the juncture, he paused and veered to the side, stroking along the top of her thigh. He rubbed down one and up the other, circling around again and again, moving a little more inward each time. His fingers left trails of tingling, sparking flesh as they passed.

A need to be closer to him, to touch him in the same way he touched her, rushed through her. Responding to it, Juliana reached under his shirt to put her hands on his chest. Warmth seeped into her palms where they rested on the strong muscles. She rubbed gently and felt a quiver ripple through him. What a wonder it was to realize she had that much power over this strong, powerful man. A need to cling to him, to hold him and not let him go, surged through her and squeezed her heart.

Then he nudged her thighs apart, his hand slipped into her cleft, and she stopped thinking for some time. She felt. Incredible surges of pleasure drove through her as he brushed along her quim. A moan flowed from her as his fingers invaded, separated, explored, stroked the sensitive, delicate petals of flesh. He found an even more lusciously sensitive spot, and the jolt made her body stiffen.

“What...What are you doing to me?”

“Showing you how a lady feels pleasure.”

“I...I think I mentioned before you do well in training people.”

“Ah, but I’ve just begun with you, Juliana. There is much more to learn.”

He shifted and moved her onto the bed, laying her along it. He stroked over her breasts and belly again, making her sigh with wonder and joy. Need roused and settled, heavy and pulsing, low in her belly, squeezing her womb.

When he leaned over and pressed his lips against a nipple, tonguing it gently, she squealed with delight. Ribbons of pleasure threaded through her veins.

“Thomas,” she said on a sigh. “How many more delights can you wring forth from my body? I never knew.”

She plunged her fingers into his hair when he took her nipple into his mouth again. He circled and flicked at it with his tongue, nipped gently, then rubbed to soothe the small burn. Fire ignited deep inside her, making her squirm and arch, straining toward him, desperate for some answer to the building need. She knew not what the answer might be, only that he would have it.

A hand moved down over her belly and nudged her legs apart again. He stroked her quim with gentle fingers, finding the sensitive, secret places that made her jump and squeal when touched. Each breast got its share of his attention as well while he explored her cleft. One finger worked its way into the opening of her womb. Another searched and rubbed until he found the bud that formed the center of her pleasure.

Juliana sobbed and moaned as he worked on it, rubbing faster and harder, bringing her to a tension that made every muscle in her body hard. The incredible pleasure built until she didn’t see how her body could contain it. A knot tangling inside her grew tighter and harder. It had to burst. Yet still the need grew greater and greater as he worked her, sucking at her nipple and fingering her quim.

Jo sat up, adjusting pillows between her and the headboard. She secured the edge of the sheet over her breasts by tucking it beneath her arms.

“Thank you for tonight. I needed someone or something to put things back into perspective for me. Tricia would be the last person to want me to grieve for her at the exclusion of everything else. She enjoyed life and hated it when she felt anyone was wasting theirs. She kicked me in the butt a couple of times to get me on the right track.”

“She sounds like she was a very good friend.” Vincenz had turned, one leg cocked on the bed, but his jeans were lying across his thighs.

“Will you stay the rest of the night with me?” Jo plucked at a fold in the sheet. She didn’t know if the request was too bold. Sometimes he seemed like he wanted intimacy, then for no reason, he would put distance between them. “I took the rest of the week off, so I don’t have to worry about work. We can sleep late. I’ll make breakfast and we can have it in bed. I can do better than strawberries and water, as yummy as they were. I actually have a can of whipped cream in the fridge.”

But even that only brought the barest hint of a smile to his lips. He shook his head, running a hand through his hair. Standing, he stepped into his jeans and pulled them up.

“I’m sorry, Jo, but—”

“You can’t. Okay. Maybe some other time, I guess.” She tried to keep her tone light, but her disappointment must have come through.

“It’s not that I don’t want to.” He climbed onto the bed on his knees and settled across her on his side, holding his weight on one arm and propping his chin on his fist. His free hand took one of hers and he kissed the palm, his lips cool against her skin. “I can’t.”

“Another early appointment?” She regretted asking when he paused, then shook his head.

“Oh, God, you’re married!” Jo snatched her hand from his and tried to wiggle from beneath him. But he pinned her down and caught her hands again.

“No, I’m not married!” The tone in his voice stopped her struggles, not the words. Words could be lies, but she heard the ring of truth and the distress she had caused by the accusation. “I would never betray a wife if I had one.”

“I’m sorry—”

“No, don’t apologize. It’s my fault you have doubts. There is something I need to tell you about me, Jo. I should have told you from the beginning, before you ever left Casey’s with me.”

He stopped and Jo waited. He’d already said he wasn’t married, so it wasn’t that. She tried to think of all the things he could be that would have kept her from going with him that night. That was the implication, of course. Whatever he was that was so disgusting or frightening that she might have chosen to never see him again.

“You’re a hit man,” Jo said suddenly and held her breath. Dark and mysterious with fancy clothes, car, and home. Piles of money and “appointments”.

She expected a laugh, but he just shook his head and said somberly, “No, I’m not a hit man.”

Again, the tone told her he was telling the truth, and her breath escaped in a rush.

“Oh, good, because I would have to call the police, and then you would have to kill me. That wouldn’t be very good for our relationship.”

That brought another brief smile to his lips, but she couldn’t entirely erase the troubled look in his eyes.

“I’m not a hit man or a jewel thief or in the Mafia. Nothing that ordinary. I—”

He paused, taking a deep breath. Jo waited, giving him the chance to tell her in his own time and way. He drew her hand up and kissed the palm again, then looked deeply into her eyes.

“I am a vampire.”

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