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 ♥ Titania Ladley ♥

New! For your convenience, we are now featuring the Siren of the Month's interview and excerpts  in this Featured Siren of the Month section of the newsletter!

Siren of the Month Interview

 

This month, Treva Harte interviews Siren Titania Ladley!

 

Treva:  Hello, Titania!  Why not start by telling us something about yourself?

Titania:  Howdy, Treva! Thanks so much for taking the time to interview me. I live in rural Wisconsin, USA, and I'm the wife of the most supportive, loving, wonderful man in the world. I'm also the proud mom of three awesome kids. I have 21 year-old boy/girl twins who will graduate this year with their Bachelor's degrees, my son in Computer Science, and my daughter in Chemistry. My 16 year-old son is a guitar-playing whiz who will graduate from High School in 2 years. In addition to being a published author, I have a medical background as a Registered Nurse. I hope to one day use my knowledge and experience in writing a medical romance novel.

 

Treva:  With the seasons changing now, what is your favorite part about spring?

Titania:  The warmer weather! I'm a wimp when it comes to the cold, so if I had a choice, I'd be living in the tropics. The hotter the better for me!

 

Treva: What made you happiest about your latest or upcoming book?

Titania:  I just had 2 new books release back-to-back in the first week of April, so I'll answer that in two parts.

1)  FIRES WITHIN, an historical paranormal ménage, was a thrilling release for me because it was bought by Red Sage Publishing, the famed publisher of those hawt-hawt Secrets anthologies. I love the steamy, classy feel they've cornered on the erotic romance market, and I've always dreamed of being one of their authors. FIRES WITHIN was my first submission to them, and I was over-the-moon thrilled when it was accepted for their new esite, eRed Sage. FW is being touted by Red Sage as, "Our first ménage story! Red Sage readers asked for it, and we hunted all over until we found one good enough to be published under the Red Sage label." Wow, was that ever a humbling and hugely flattering comment to come across!

2)  My second release in early April (just 3 days after the first!) was BREATHLESS, also an historical paranormal ménage. I was so excited about this one because it was accepted under Ellora's Cave's newer erotica line, Exotika. Yep, that first week in April proved to be one of the biggest highlights of my writing career so far!  :)

 

Treva:  What frustrated you about your latest or upcoming book?

Titania:  I can't really call it frustrating, but it was quite a challenge juggling the promotion of 2 new releases so close together! But I'm so proud of these 2 stories that nothing was able to put a damper on my excitement at getting both of them published.

 

Treva:  What information or tidbits about yourself would you like to tell readers that you haven't done yet here?

Titania:  Here's some fun news that I'm so excited about, I have a countdown recorded on the calendar like a child in anticipation of the holidays... I'm taking my first trip to Jamaica this summer! I'm looking so forward to the hot sun, falling asleep to the sound of the surf, and just relaxing for a week with a margarita in my hand. The most important part of the trip is that I will be doing research (really, I swear!) to lay the groundwork for a book I have brewing in my naughty little mind.  *evil grin*

 

Treva:  What is your favorite food/pet/book/vacation spot and why?

Titania:

Fave food - pizza, which is hell on my diet.

Fave pet - I'm torn between dogs and cats. I currently have a cat named Sophie who is such a diva. If you can believe it, sometimes she can reach up and turn the doorknob to let herself back in the house after playing outside. When she wants in, she wants in now!

Fave book - omigosh! There's no way to answer this one! I have so many favorite books and authors—including many of my fellow Sirens—I can't name just one.

Fave vacation spot - anywhere in the tropics. My husband and I are planning a trip this summer to Jamaica (see previous question for more). I've never been there before, and with the exception of just crossing over the border into Canada and Mexico years ago just so I could say I'd been there, I've never been out of the USA. This will be a part research/part honeymoon trip my hubby and I never had.  ;)

 

Treva:  Why do you write sensual or erotic romance?

Titania:  I write in the genre that I enjoy reading most. And as far as reading goes, if a book has no romance or sex in it, I'm sorry to say it's difficult to hold my attention. Nothing keeps me turning the pages more than hot sex and a great conflict between two (or three) stubborn people. Same goes when writing. I write what I love, and what holds my attention the most, otherwise the book won't get written. LOL

 

Treva: Can you tell us why you decided to start writing under the pseudonym Roxana Blaze?

Titania:  For one thing, I have a "character" flaw in that I get bored easy...plus, I love getting makeovers. For some reason, it just felt like time to add another personality, another half to Titania that has the potential to get even more naughty—if that's possible! Another thing that swayed my decision to write under another penname is that after receiving some mail from readers stating they always have a hard time remembering my name or how to spell it when they get to a bookstore, I decided to rethink my author brand. It'll be a long while before I know if it was a helpful strategy, but no matter what the outcome, I really do enjoy having 2 sides to myself, one just as wicked as the other.  *grin*

 

Treva:   Do you have a set schedule for writing or is it when you are inspired?

Titania:  I try to stick to a schedule (key word being "try"), but as I've already said, I get bored easy with routine-routine, so I usually change it up if I can. But in general, my schedule might look like the following, although the order might changed without warning depending on my mood:  I start off my day getting people out the door, then I work out and I settle in with coffee and my laptop. I start with mail, surfing blogs and loops, checking to see if there's anything I need to address or answer, take care of promo, work on my newsletters, etc. Then I start on edits and/or revisions if I have any in the queue, and finally get down to working on my most recent WIP(s).

 

Treva:  Thanks so much for letting us take a peek into your life, Titania! Do you have anything else in closing?

Titania:  Thanks back atcha! I'd just like to mention the links to my websites, newsletter (which features CONTESTS with each issue), blog, and summarize my 2 releases.

Websites:

http://www.TitaniaLadley.com

http://www.RoxanaBlaze.com

 

Newsletter:

 

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Titanias_Secret_Seductions/

 

Blog:

 

http://www.sizzlingscribes.blogspot.com/

 

Titania's 2 newest releases writing as Roxana Blaze:

  

FIRES WITHIN ~ Red Sage Publishing - An historical ménage paranormal

 

BREATHLESS ~ Ellora's Cave Exotika - An historical ménage paranormal erotica

 

For a hot excerpt of each of Titania's/Roxana's new releases, please scroll down!
 

 

2 New Siren of the Month Excerpts!

 

FIRES WITHIN

by Roxana Blaze

aka Titania Ladley
A new April release from Red Sage Publishing!

http://www.TitaniaLadley.com

http://www.RoxanaBlaze.com

[Setup:  Katja's husband sleeps beside her each night, but it's been months since he's made love to her. Hours after visiting a reputed magical fountain and making a foolish wish to be desirous to him once again, Katja rises from their bed in order to cool the flames that burn within her. Strange, but the naked man on her veranda bears a striking resemblance to the stone Adonis that graces the very fountain she wished upon...]

 

"They call me Warlun. Only Warlun." His breath warmed her cheek as he spoke, and his hand scalded hers where he still assisted her in holding onto the bottle. "And aye, if by chance you harbor doubt, I am from the fountain."

"Warlun." She swallowed perceptibly, letting the sound of his name roll off her tongue. His eyes beheld hers, enthralling her with some sort of mystical power. "From the fountain in Savana Rios?"

"Aye, but you already knew that, did you not, Katja?"

As his body’s heat suffused into her hand and his gaze warmed her soul, the tenseness in her muscles melted away. With a strange sense of solace, she realized she no longer experienced the vague apprehension that had first gripped her. Unable to help herself, she smiled up at him. She liked this illusory dream man, and certainly enjoyed the deep timbre of his voice and the quiet sort of power exuded by his stature and presence.

Relieved now, Katja chose to enjoy the dream. Already her clitoris throbbed with intensity, blooming to life, engorging at the upper cleft of her sex-lips. Ignoring it for the time being, she finally responded to his question.

"Nay. I but tossed a coin into the pool and made a silly wish."

Powerless to resist the wanton pleasure of it—and why not, if all this had been conjured up within her mind?—she let her scrutiny slide down between their bodies and latch onto his impressive cock. At the wicked sight of his massive erection, her pussy clenched in response, trickling a warm spill of cum down her already damp inner thighs.

"But at the time, you were all stone, not just your—never mind."

"Not just my cock, you mean?" He leaned nearer. His mammoth body’s heat enveloped her in bliss like no dream before now.

A night breeze stirred ashore, bombarding her with his masculine scent. It sent her pulse spiking erratically, pumping blood through her veins so swiftly, she felt faint. The size and shape of his manhood made her think of Rafe’s sword, large, slightly scooped, and menacing. The man’s tool filled her with a crazed need almost as dangerous as the very weapon she likened it to.

This was pure torture. She felt a swell of regret and near weepiness that it wasn’t her husband’s eager cock jutting toward her for the taking. Katja finally dragged her stare up to the face, and watched as his black-as-sin orbs glittered with humor. The eyes were so dark, so penetrating, there was no way to discern where the pupils ended and the irises began.

"Aye." Katja bit the word out and reminded herself, I am dreaming. "It appears your phallos is the only thing remaining hard. I only say—observe—that because you are unavoidably, um, nude."

He tugged the bottle from her grip and set it on a nearby veranda table. His hand cupped her jaw, tipping her face up so she had no choice but to look him directly in the eye. His free arm snaked around her waist and yanked her against his nakedness.

"That is the way you want me. Is it not? Nude?"

"Oh, aye—nay. I—please, pray tell, what is this all about?"

His erection pressed into her from her V all the way up past her navel. It felt as if an iron rod had been caught between their bodies. Fantasies assailed her. In her mind’s deeper eye, a dream within the dream, she watched herself claw her way up his hard body, wrapping her legs around his hips, settling the head of that impressive weapon at her moist entrance.

And plunging her pussy down on him in one swift, rabid move. Ah, if only she could do it in reality.

"Katja, sweet, sweet Katja. It’s all about this—you see, you typically conjure up your desires and then waste them by keeping them locked inside of that pretty head of yours. It’s very simple. You’re in emotional turmoil. You’re in desperate need. Otherwise, you wouldn’t have come to me at the fountain. So we will act upon those desires. Do them for once—now, tonight."

As if to demonstrate, he slid a hand up her spine, up along the nape of her neck. He cradled her skull with one hand while pressing her body against the warm, hard length of his with the other. Slowly, maddeningly, he tilted his head to the side, swooped down, and finally claimed her lips in a hungry kiss.

Hot. Wet. Delicious. The words came to her in fragments of delirium. The blade of his tongue traced her lips then forced its way into her mouth with a slow, firm dip. She opened up, accepting him in, tasting some sort of tropical flavor she couldn’t quite place. The tingle made her toes curl. It felt as if an invisible thread of pleasure wound from her tongue, down to her womb, right out to every last inch of her limbs.

"You came to me on the first day of the full moon. Therefore, your ‘silly’ wish, as you chose to characterize it moments ago, is my every command," he whispered against her mouth, his breath warm as he dragged his lips over hers, his voice husky with male coveting.

"I asked to become desirable to my husband once again," she replied into the kiss, devouring him in return, winding her arms around his neck and suddenly wanting to forget her wish. And her husband. After all, this was a dream, and dreams were safe, were they not? "You are obviously not Rafe, so I don’t see how you can single-handedly achieve that goal."

"Ah, but there are more ways to make a man want you than to be with him alone."

"Aye, but I—"

He didn’t give her time to argue, nor did she attempt a protest. Rafe had been depriving her of intimacy for weeks, even months. While Katja preferred her husband, she had been neglected far too long. She simply wanted to be ravished by a man, oh, and aye, this godlike man conjured up from a fountain’s statue would do quite nicely. Knowing she dreamed gave her the permission she needed to step over that line of forbidden behavior.

"Now. I need you now before I awaken."

With one arm still hooked around his neck, she reached down with her free hand, bunched her gown in her fist, and pulled the garment up around her waist. She leaped up and he caught her, anticipating her needs, helping her to straddle his waist. The tip of his long cock was now poised just below her hole. He held her there, his arms strong and warm about her hips and waist. She drew in a long inhalation when he slid her down, wedging the head of his cock at her entrance before slipping into her, inch by maddening inch.

FIRES WITHIN brand new release now available!

 

BREATHLESS

by Roxana Blaze

aka Titania Ladley
A new April release from Ellora’s Cave!

http://www.TitaniaLadley.com

http://www.RoxanaBlaze.com

 

[Set-up:  Wanted escaped prisoner Elijah Miller (aka Nighthawk) has made the best of his newfound freedom by purchasing a harlot from a bordello—make that two harlots, one a woman, one a man. The man, Wyatt, has just shown up to join Elijah and Kassidy. But karma lurks in the background. Little does Nighthawk know, they aren't who, or what, they appear to be...]

 

 

"He calls himself N-Nighthawk," she panted even as she gave Wyatt their usual sign, a wink and nod to assure him Nighthawk was one and the same with Elijah Miller, their wanted man.

Wyatt simply responded with that knowing, crooked smile of his, the one that said he comprehended her signal and was all too ready to get down to playtime before business. As if to relay that his guard was completely down now, he whipped off his hat and tossed it on a nearby table next to a ragged knapsack.

"And I could ask you the same thing," Nighthawk growled, pulling on her hair once again, withdrawing momentarily from her canal. Her head went back. She could barely breathe. Prickles of delicious goose bumps spread from her scalp to her toes, swirling around in her pussy for added stimulation. He forced his rod back inside her, emphasizing his words with jutting motions as he spoke. "Who is this man? I ordered two playthings from the madam. Is this the man I asked for?"

With her neck bowed, that delicious bristling sensation raced down her spine and gushed into her V yet again. Juices oozed around his cock, dribbled over her sex lips and down along his balls.

Finally she managed to whisper, "Just like he said, h-his name’s Wyatt Chase, my lover and one of Carolena’s special men." She swallowed and slid him a timid look over her shoulder, feigning the eager-to-please doxy. "I took it upon myself to invite my personal choice as your second whore. He’s good, I swear it. Whether you’ve been with a man before or not, I guarantee you’ll have a penchant for them after he gets his magic hands on you…and you sample his talented penis."

Ah, but Kassidy was confident he would not turn Wyatt away. By their dogged research of Elijah Miller, she knew very well he had a fondness for threesomes. Especially those including two men rather than two females.

Suddenly Nighthawk yanked his rod out of her, leaving her feeling empty and dissatisfied. But not for long. She peered over her shoulder and watched as Nighthawk dropped to his knees, his gaze in total defiance while still trained on Wyatt.

"Your lover, eh? The way I see it, I more than paid for my share, so he can either join us, or get the fuck out of here and see that the madam issues me a partial refund. Your choice. Makes no difference to me."

Kassidy would never forget the naughty pleasure of it, the utter, complete depravity that surged through her system at his words of gruff welcome to Wyatt, and secondly, at what he did next.

Spreading her ass cheeks and labia apart, he buried his face in her soaked cunt, apparently uncaring as to what Wyatt—or Kassidy for that matter—chose to do. She let out a pure feline scream when his long, slick tongue invaded her vagina and his finger did a circular dance around her pearl. The scent of sex wafted up to tease her nostrils and fill her lungs. She pressed her cheek into the smoke-scented quilt and held on for dear life, riding the waves of wicked pleasure.

Nighthawk’s head turned slightly. He glanced askance at Wyatt even as he continued his delicious assault on her slit. Without pulling away, his warm breath fanned her pussy as he muttered, "Well, what are you waiting for, Chase? Either get the hell out of here, or get down on your hands and knees and suck her honey off my cock."

BREATHLESS  brand new release now available!