1. Introduction

News!

Special Announcement from Loose Id!

Loose Id is pleased to announce that it has been granted publisher recognition for both e-book and print publishing by Romance Writers of America, the premier writers' organization in the United States. In order to receive recognition, a company most demonstrate sound business practices, payment of monthly royalties, and sales of at least one mass-market paperback in excess of 1500 copies or trade paperback in excess of 5000 copies. While this may not seem like an extraordinary challenge, for an e-book company, RWA recognition represents the achievement of both longevity and legitimacy.

Founded in 2004 by Treva Harte, Allie McKnight, and Karen Williams, then quickly joined by Doreen DeSalvo, Loose Id has published over 300 erotic romances in e-book format by over 100 different authors, including New York Times and USA Today bestselling author MaryJanice Davidson, New York Times Extended List and USA Today bestselling author Angela Knight, and USA Today bestselling author Christine Warren. We currently offer four new e-book titles per week and as of March 1, 2007 will release one print title per month.

Coming in March from Loose Id in print, look for Evangeline Anderson's Dangerous Cravings, a steamy romantic suspense novel with BDSM themes, and Louisa Trent's Courtesan, which is not your mother's historical. Alongside those two titles, we're proud to announce our first non-fiction offering, Passionate Ink: How to Write an Erotic Romance; Angela Knight gets down and dirty to give you the tricks of the trade. Our print titles can be purchased at any Borders or Borders-related bookstore, as well as on our website at www.loose-id.com or from Amazon.com.

We hope you'll check these and our other print and e-book offerings, but most of all we hope you'll join us in celebrating and in thanking all of our authors, editors, and our readers, whose dedication, talent, and loyalty have helped us achieve this milestone.


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Other News:

We are sad to announce that Rachel Bo and Tracy Cooper Posey are no longer with the Sirens due to prior commitments.

February Contest Winner

Congratulations to member (Yahoo ID): jandsdav2

Please contact Lacey Savage (laceysavage@rogers.com) for a surprise box filled with paperbacks, Ruby Storm (ruby@rubystorm.net) for a free download of ESSENCE of EMERALD, and Treva Harte (trevaharte@hotmail.com) for a free download of ALPHA 3: HOME and delicious Godiva chocolate (U.S. winner only).

 

March Contest

Bella Andre is featured this month:

From Bella Andre – Her erotic novels TAKE ME in trade paperback and TEMPT ME, TASTE ME, TOUCH ME in trade paperback.

Good luck to all subscribers!

*Subscribers, please note our contest rules have changed: Winners must now contact the Siren/author of the month named in each issue to redeem prizes. The author must be contacted by the winner before the publication of the following month's newsletter to be eligible to win, or forfeit prize(s).

2. Siren News

Pop over to Sam's Spot and enter a contest to win a copy of ELF SONG and FEVER HOT DREAMS!

Interviews & Appearances

3. Presenting our featured authors for this month

Reading, Food & Inventive Fun

This year we're doubling our Decadent Delights with even more recipes for you to enjoy!

Recipe presented by Judy Mays

How about something patriotic? Granted, the cold days of winter are over I hope, but this is still a good meal for a blustery March day. Afterwards, you and your significant other can cuddle (or whatever) under a warm blanket.

Red, White, and Black Bean Soup

Three bunches of green onions, chopped (including tops)
One large carrott, peeled and chopped
Three cloves of garlic, minced
Two ribs celery, chopped
One medium green pepper, seeded and chopped
One tablespoon of olive oil
Three cans of chicken broth
One can of refried beans
One can each: kidney beans, great northern beans, and black beans (DO
NOT DRAIN LIQUIDS)
One can stewed tomatoes
One small can green chilies
One package Polish sausage, chopped
One teaspoon each: dried parsley flakes, cumin, and chili powder.
Salt and Pepper to taste.

Sauté the onion, carrot, garlic and celery
in oil. Sir in broth and refried beans until smooth. Add over
ingredients and bring to a boil. Reduce heat, cover and simmer for one
hour. Serve with hot chunks of buttered garlic bread for dipping.

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Dessert anyone? Sweet food for a sweetheart?
There's no rule that you have to eat it in the kitchen or dining room!

Pineapple orange souffle

1 can of crushed or chunked pineapple
1 can mandarin oranges
10 slices of bread cubed
1 cup sugar
5 eggs
1 teaspoon cinnamon
3 Tablespoons margarine

Drain the juice from pineapples and mandarin oranges.

Mix eggs, sugar, cinnamon, margarine, bread, pineapples, and oranges. Pour into a sprayed baking dish.
Bake at 350 for 50 minutes

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And after dinner, how about a game of Dirty Dice?

What you'll need: A pair of dice, a piece of paper and a pen

How to play: Write down the numbers 2 through 12 on a sheet of paper. Next to each number, you and your man should jot down a sex act that you both love (or would love to try). Then roll the dice and play out the move that corresponds to the number.

Passion payoff: "Not knowing what act you'll roll next creates an element of surprise, increasing the sexual tension and building up the excitement," explains sex therapist Aline Zoldbrod, Ph.D., author of Sex Talk. (From "Cosmo's Bedroom Games")

5. Enticing Excerpts

Bella Andre
http://www.bellaandre.com

Excerpt from RED HOT REUNION by Bella Andre

CHAPTER TEN

“I can’t do it.” Emma took a step back in horror.

“Sure you can. Besides, you can hold on to me if you get really scared.”

While wrapping herself around Jason sounded wonderful, doing it hundreds of feet in the air courtesy of a hot air balloon wasn’t exactly the venue she had in mind.

“Can’t we just go for a walk through the vines instead? I don’t need to see what they look like from the air. The ground is just fine.” Flicking him the big eyed look he’d never been able to resist in college she said, “And then we could talk. About old times. Remember what fun we had together.”

She knew the minute she’d said it that she was moving too fast, had taken exactly the wrong approach. So she tried another angle. “I thought hot air balloons could only fly first thing in the morning,” almost adding, We don’t have to talk about the past if you don’t want to, but managing to keep her mouth shut before she jammed both feet into it.

Jason climbed up the stairs into the huge basket and reached for her hand. “My buddy says the air is still enough and hot enough. We’ll be just fine.”

She looked around the deserted field in desperation. “We’re not going up in this thing alone, are we? Isn’t your friend going to come with us? Don’t we need a licensed pilot?”

“Emma,” Jason said, a wicked gleam in his eyes, “don’t you trust me?”

“Of course I do,” she practically shrieked, “in the kitchen and the bedroom!” She flushed as her words hurtled back toward her. Had she actually just said she trusted him in the bedroom?

Grinning wolfishly, the hardness her “talk about old times” speech had conjured up finally gone again, Jason effortlessly lifted her into the balloon. “Good. Then you’ll just have to add one more location. A hot air balloon.”

She had to make one last try to get out of this death trap. As far as she could tell, there was one thing Jason couldn’t resist. And neither could she.

“Couldn’t we just go back to bed instead?

“Very tempting,” he said as if he were considering her suggestion, “but then what kind of Napa Valley tour guide would I be?”

With that he lit the wind-protected propane tank in the middle of basket. Emma gripped the thick rim of the oversized basket so hard her knuckles cracked. Jason’s arms came around her waist and he hugged her tightly to him.

“Try to relax and enjoy the ride.”

His words were coaxing, but she was so wound up at the vision of the two of them falling from the sky and crashing to their deaths in the middle of a picturesque vineyard that she could barely appreciate the hard planes of his body pressing into her.

“Do you need me to help you relax?” he murmured into her ear.

She spun her head to face him. “Don’t be crazy,” she hissed. “We can’t fool around up here.”

“Give me one good reason,” he said as one of his hands moved up to cup her breasts.

A soft wind blew across them and she shivered with the beginnings of desire. “Because you’re driving this thing.”

Her protest sounded slightly wimpy even to her ears. She was still afraid they were going to die, only it was increasingly difficult to concentrate on their impending demise when he was touching her like that.

“Piece of cake,” he said and she no longer knew if he was talking about piloting the hot air balloon or getting her all hot and bothered.

His free hand gently pulled the thin, soft cotton of her dress up her thigh. “We can’t do this,” she said again, her objections growing weaker and weaker. “Not here. Not now. It’s too dangerous.”

“Of course we can,” he said, a man who was one hundred percent certain of his decision to pleasure a woman hundreds of feet in the air. “I thought you wanted to live dangerously.”

Barely aware of the way her limbs and muscles were relaxing beneath his touch, she leaned her head back into the space between his chin and shoulder. He cupped her more closely to him, his thumb and forefinger on one very erect nipple, his other hand just now reaching her silk thong panties.

She was already impossibly aroused by his touch, even when she was more than a little hurt that he’d much rather have sex than reminisce about old times. But for now, if hot sex was all she could get, she told herself to be happy about it. Better some part of Jason, than no part at all, right?

“Yes,” she whispered, “that’s exactly what I want. To live dangerously. With you.”

The bold words had barely left her mouth when his hand was cupping her mound and she could feel how wet she already was, utterly desperate for him to slide one of his thick fingers into her.

“I know what you want, Emma,” he said as she moved her legs apart to give him better access and then he was inside of her, stroking her.

“Jason,” she cried, his name merging with the blue sky and clouds.

“Come for me,” he urged and as she moved rhythmically into his hands, she was already there.

Her breath came in shallow gasps and she forgot everything except Jason’s hands, his tongue and teeth on her neck, his fingers slipping over her clit, into her pussy, across the tight buds of her breasts. Her climax was wondrous and comforting all at the same time.

And as she floated back from the heavens into his arms, Emma knew that was exactly what he intended. To relax her worries away via an orgasm. To make her forget about revisiting the past, opening up old wounds.

Beverly Havlir
http://www.beverlyhavlir.com

LOGAN’S FALL by Beverly Havlir
Available April 18 from www.ellorascave.com

“I have no wish to be the cause of a diplomatic problem. My place is with you now.”

“What is your opinion about being given to me?”

“I’m not opposed.” Sharra dared to look at him directly. The sensuality etched in the sharp angles of Logan’s face ignited a fiery ripple of awareness in her body. She understood completely what being given to him meant and all that it implied. She was hardly a simpering virgin.

“And will you be forthright enough to tell me the truth about yourself?”

“W-what truth is it you speak of?”

“That you find no enjoyment in the act of mating.”

Heat crept up her neck. “Who told you that?”

His gaze was quietly assessing, missing nothing. “It’s true, then?”

An’ric’s doing, she supposed. Sharra hadn’t bothered to refute the crass, careless statements he’d made in public. Letting people believe she was frigid suited her purposes. Men generally didn’t like to bother with women like that.

“Take off your clothes.”

Sharra blinked, taken aback by the casual order. The look on Logan’s face quashed any protest she might have thought to voice. Maybe it was the glimmer of anticipation in his eyes that did it, but the thought of disrobing for him started an unmistakable pulsing between her legs. She fumbled with the clasp at her nape, the sheer dress falling to her feet.

Tendrils of heat raced along her skin as she waited for him to say something, anything. Her nipples tightened. Between her legs, moisture gathered, soaking her sex. What was it about him that affected her so? Without any effort, he aroused an intense hunger inside her. The connection, the pull between them, was strong and frightening. Assailed by confusion, she met his gaze.

Sharra trembled. His piercing eyes held her in place. When he placed his hand on her hip, a jagged electrical surge slammed into her, robbing her of breath. That was all he did, yet she shuddered violently.

Logan palmed her breast, cradling the plump flesh. He brushed the nipple once with the pad of a finger. Sharra choked back a moan, flushing at the half-smile he gave at her unchecked reaction. It was futile to pretend she was unaffected. Her senses whirled. She leaned into his touch, none too subtly pushing against his hand.

Logan drew his other hand down the curve of her waist, slipping around to the small of her back before sliding down to caress one buttock. He squeezed, never taking his eyes off her face. Venturing around to her front once more, he casually swiped her bare mons, rubbing the smooth, waxed skin. The sensitive area instantly warmed. Without warning, he slipped long, blunt fingers between her slick labia and delved into the telling dampness between her parted legs.

Her surprised gasp mingled with the satisfied, utterly male sound he made.

Sharra was flabbergasted by her uninhibited reaction. Over the years, she’d learned to control her responses, showing not one iota of emotion, lest her empathic abilities be discovered. What others had perceived as coldness was in reality a defense mechanism, one designed to hide her true self and protect her life. This…this senseless slide into knee-weakening arousal had never happened before. Not this easily and never with this intensity. One touch from Logan and her defenses crumbled into a million pieces. The loss of control left her reeling, feeding a sudden compulsion to take a quick glimpse into his thoughts. She placed her hand over his and looked into his eyes.

The simple push she’d sent into his mind came up empty. Sharra was stunned at her failure to penetrate his consciousness. As if burned, she let go. Had he felt it?

Logan stared at her intently and spoke after a moment. “I think we’ll do just fine, you and I.”

 

Katherine Kingston
http://www.katherinekingston.com

NICK'S LADY
Releases May 9, 2007 from Ellora’s Cave

Panic sent waves of cold washing down her spine, along her legs, making her knees go weak. Her breathing changed rhythm and her heartbeat sped up.

Nick either saw or guessed at her reaction. “I promise I won’t do anything you don’t want me to do. And we don’t have to do this at all, if you’re not ready.”

She looked at him, staring into his green eyes. Her experience with Cal warned her to be wary, but everything she knew about this man said she could trust him. “I want to do it,” she said, putting all the firmness she could into it. “I’m just a bit…scared.”

His lips twitched into a small, wry grin. “Actually, a little fear is good. It’s part of the experience. The anticipation. But do you trust me enough to take the risk anyway?”

She studied him, trying to see beyond the strong, sleek body, blond hair, green eyes and handsome face to the soul beneath. He guarded his expression and kept his emotions under tight control. But he treated his employees with respect and even generosity. People who’d known him longer than she were devoted to him. Caution wasn’t a bad thing, but there were controls and he’d promised to respect them. She believed he would, too. Only her own fear made her hesitate. She wouldn’t let fear rule her.

She said, “Yes.” And, dear God, she hoped she wasn’t making another horrible mistake.

He nodded. “Let’s go then.”

Their room was in a different section of the building. They went up a flight of stairs and along a long hall. The series of numbered doors, secured by key-card locks, reminded her of a hotel. Nick stopped in front of two-fourteen and pulled the card from his pocket to open the door. He reached in to flick on the light in the entrance area.

She’d expected something similar to the room she and Cal had used, a Spartan cubicle with little beyond a bare bed, a couple of benches, and a serviceable bathroom. It shocked her to walk into that room’s high-class cousin.

The space she entered suggested a mating between a luxury hotel and a decorator’s dungeon. No bed like this one had ever graced any of the hotels she’d stayed at. Full-sized and pillared but with no canopy, a satin duvet cover and satin-covered pillows offered luxurious comfort, but it also had an ominous series of hooks inserted into each post as well as in the headboard and footboard.

A peek into the door near the entrance to the room showed a luxury bathroom with a whirlpool tub, glass-enclosed shower, sink with gold fixtures, toilet and bidet.

Her breath caught again as she took a few steps into the room. Aside from the bed, the space held a padded leather chair, which also had straps and hooks in various places, a low table, an adjustable bench similar to the one they’d put David on, and a large wardrobe-type cabinet.

In a normal hotel, the cabinet would have held a television above and a mini-bar below. This one had racks of floggers, straps, whips, paddles, rods, and other things whose function mystified her. She didn’t have the nerve to open the drawers. No doubt the nipple clamps were in there. And lots of other stuff she didn’t want to think about.

She trusted Nick.

She trusted Nick.

He must have paid a small fortune to rent this room.

His footsteps sounded behind her and a hand touched her shoulder. He turned her toward him. She looked up into his face.

“I told myself I wouldn’t,” he said. “But I can’t resist a small taste, a small touch.” He put his hands on either cheek and tipped her face up then his head dipped to hers. The touch of his mouth sent tingles like small electric shocks racing through her. She stiffened as a moment of panic twisted her stomach, but the steady pressure of his lips pushed warmth into her and through her, loosening the tight muscles, melting her tension.

It felt good. She put her arms around his waist, leaned into him. The fragrance of his cologne surrounded her, along with the aroma of the wine they’d drunk, and the essential maleness of him. His back muscles twitched. He felt strong, solid, intensely masculine, especially the hard jut of his cock that poked into her stomach.

His tongue swiped across her lips then pushed between them. Everything inside her fluttered, twisted, grew cold then hot then cold again. She could melt into him.

Too soon, though, he pulled back. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do that.”

“I didn’t notice I was resisting too hard.”

“I know, but it’s too soon. I don’t want to push you.”

“If it’s not too soon for what comes next, I don’t see how it can be too soon for that.”

He froze for a moment, then his expression lightened and he laughed. Nick didn’t laugh often, which was a shame. It did really nice things for his face, including showing a gorgeous dimple in his right cheek. “You’ve got a point,” he admitted.

The grin faded shortly and his expression grew serious again. “Enough of that. We’ve other things to do. From now until we leave this room, I expect you to follow every order I give promptly and with no objections or comments. Understood?”

Excitement sent shivers up and down her spine. “Yes, Master Nick.”

“Good. Your safe word is ‘red light’. Say that and I’ll stop everything. Understand that, too?”

“Yes, Master.”

He nodded. “Take the sweater off and put it over there.” He pointed to the low table in the corner. Andi did as ordered. “Now, unbutton the dress to just below your breasts.”

She did so, letting the material flop back so that her nipples peeked out above the fabric.

Small flames ignited in the depths of his eyes as he looked at them. “Beautiful,” he said, almost too low for her to hear. “Turn around.”

He pushed aside her hair and unhooked the gold necklace. She started to protest but thought better of it.”

“It’ll be in the way,” he said. “And I’m going to replace it with something more useful for now.”

She caught a brief glimpse of the replacement when he lifted it over her head and brought it to her throat. A leather band, half an inch or so wide, it had what looked like eyehooks embedded in it. He brought it to her neck and fastened it so that it fit snugly but not tight.

He turned her around. “Hold out your hands.”

She extended her arms and he buckled similar straps around her wrists after removing the gold bracelet. He held out another pair and said, “Put these on your ankles. You may sit to do that.”

Andrea restrained an impulse to offer a sarcastic thanks. She sat in the chair and put the straps on her ankles.

When he said, “Come here,” she got up and walked over to him. The leather moved against her skin, reminding her that she was offering complete control of herself to him.

“Undo three more buttons and pull the straps down off your shoulders.”

She wiggled the straps down along her arms and then unfastened the buttons. The closure now stopped just above her navel. Freed from anything holding it up, the bodice slid down and left her nude from the waist up.

A flash of delight gleamed in his eyes for a moment, before he resumed the stern expression. His fingers twitched as though he wanted to reach out and touch but restrained himself.

Instead, he said, “You’re here because you want to explore your submissive side. To do that effectively you have to wear the marks of a submissive. But I want you to choose what marks those are. Before we’re done I’m going to give you ten strokes each with three different implements. I want you to look at what’s available and decide which ones you want me to use.”

She drew a deep breath. “I have to choose, Master?”

“This is about you and what you want and need. So, yes. You choose.”

 

Ruby Storm
http://www.rubystorm.net

PERFECTING PEARL
© Gay Ménage by Ruby Storm
Releasing March 28, 2007

Check out the HOT cover on Ruby’s website!

Blurb for PERFECTING PEARL

Sean Pearl had gone out of his way to find that one special person to share his life with. He’s endured endless evenings in nightclubs, horrendous single’s events and despite his sexy good looks, he always returns home alone because he won’t settle for less than what his heart sought. Sean never imagined that it would take a quick trip through the doors of a department store for him to discover the love he’d been waiting for—someone who could match his sexual desires.

When Terry Winston slipped on the ice, he never dreamed that the man helping him to his feet personified the qualities he had searched for in a lover. Nothing about Sean suggested his sexual orientation. Yet it was like sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Together, they discover that love has no boundaries, no set of perfect rules.

Excerpt for PERFECTING PEARL

The touch of those caressing lips and massaging fingers disappeared. Sean rolled his head on the pillow, listening to the sound of gel being squeezed from a tube and a condom being ripped open. His knees were spread wide across the soft mattress as he waited on the precipice of lust and desire.

Then Terry’s fingertip was back to press against the hollow at the top of his crack. The lube was chilly against his skin, but Sean’s belly filled with heat. In his mind, he followed Terry’s finger as the man dragged it sensuously down his ass crack and stopped at the tight sphincter.

Terry drew small circles around the puckered ring. “Just relax, Sean. I’m going to make sure you’re ready…”

His voice washed over Sean’s body as he continued to rub circles. Soon the tip of his lubed finger pressed firmer, breaching the tight hole.

“I can feel you clamping down. Just relax.”

Sean’s fingers curled around the pillow. Sensual, erotic… How else to explain? No one had ever slipped into his rectum before. Taking a deep breath, he forced his body to relax. His eyes squeezed shut as a finger slid deeper into his ass. He gasped for air and his eyes snapped open when Terry swiveled his finger and stroked upwards. His heart pumped wildly as each brush against his prostate swelled his cock harder. Hot passion curled inside his belly. His hips pumped. Sean’s brow knit tightly as he struggled to thwart another orgasm, but his ass pressed backward and a groan of pleasure left him.

Terry understood what the internal stimulation did to his lover, so the strokes changed. Instead, his fingertips massaged Sean’s anus, allowing Sean time to stave off the urge to come. But he couldn’t stop himself from stroking Sean’s tight balls with his free hand only seconds later.

Soon, Terry’s finger slid in and out of the tight tunnel once more, twisting gently and always tender. He kissed the ass cheek closest to him, licking with soft flicks of his tongue.

Sean bit down on his lip when Terry slowly inserted a second finger, gently stretching him farther.

“Does that feel good?”

“Oh god,” Sean sighed. “I don’t want you to stop, but I want your cock…”

Terry adjusted his position, removed his fingers and crawled between Sean’s legs. A small gasp flowed from Sean’s mouth when the round bulb of Terry’s cock pressed against his hole. His heart hammered, his gut clenched and he battled to keep his raspy breaths from turning into a groan of delight. He wanted to remember this moment—Terry’s cock against his ass, throbbing to be inside him, ready to lead him through this virgin experience.

He shuddered when the burn of entry raced through him. Terry paused, letting Sean’s body adapt, then tightened his hold on Sean’s hips and thrust slowly again, each time deepening his slow, steady strokes until he was buried inside his rectum.

Sean grappled with the pillow, his forehead rolling against the softness as Terry fucked him gently. In and out—steady slow glides to the end of his rectum and back. The burning sensation slowly filtered away and was replaced by the same flame of desire he’d experienced only minutes earlier. Sean’s hands flailed, finding the brass rung of the headboard to steady himself, gasping for air as his body began to move in unison with each heady thrust into his ass. “Yes…oh, fuck yes. Fuck me just like that, Terry.”

Terry instantly picked up the pace of his strokes. Sean met each one with a fervor of his own. Each glide of Terry’s cock into his ass spiraled him closer to the flaming passion which threatened to erupt once more. Sean braced himself and squeezed his ass muscles, sucking at Terry’s cock to draw him even deeper. The burning sting of the initial entry was gone. His head rolled against the pillow as he groaned. The bed shook around him. Terry’s breath was hot across his back, his fingers clutching tightly around the trim ass spread before him.

They continued on, Terry continually driving into the welcoming ass before him.

Sean accepted each thrust with joy and with an open heart. His mind shifted like the sands of a rich kaleidoscope. First with a building love stronger than he’d ever known, then a rush of burning heat through his entire body as his balls drew tight. He needed to crawl from the all-encompassing burn, yet desired to be completely engulfed by the sexual fire. His hands grasped the top brass rail as he rose to his knees and thrust his ass against the steely shaft that pounded into him.

Terry reached around and grabbed Sean’s cock. He stroked the length in tempo with each resolute thrust.

Sean slammed back time after time, wild now to meet each stroke of Terry’s cock. His rasping breath filled his lungs. His limbs quaked, muscles clenched tightly, his ass burned as he rode the wave of Terry’s passionate lovemaking, and then cried out as he came across the silken pillow he knelt upon.

Terry’s strokes were steady, deep and determined as he rocked into Sean’s ass, instinctively knowing his lover came hard. The thought excited him beyond belief. Sean’s sexy ass excited him beyond belief. He drove in and let himself go, pumping semen into the condom and loving how the tight glove of Sean’s ass squeezed at his cock.