Sunday, November 29, 2015

Degrees of Difference: Guest Post by Eve Dangerfield

Today I am thrilled to introduce you to one of my favorite new authors, the hilarious and very talented Eve Dangerfield. I was lucky enough to read an advanced copy of her brand new erotic contemporary romance, Degrees of Control, and I absolutely loved it. You can read my whole review here. Degrees of Control is out today and -- lucky us! -- our publisher, Liquid Silver, is also having a massive Cyber Monday sale so you can snag a copy for yourself for 50% off at All Liquid Silver books are half off today only (including mine!), so there's no time like the present to stock up on some delicious holiday reading. Enjoy! 

I’ve written on my Facebook page that Jessica’s review of my upcoming novel was my favourite. This was because she noticed something I tried very hard to get across in my book. My heroine, Charlie Bell is a girl with opinions. She’s a vegan, lives hand to mouth so she can teach yoga full time and refuses to believe having kinks makes her dirty (even if she’s nervous about exploring them.) 

Charlie is generally adored for her laid back charm. Reviewers have also loved her group of girlfriends who support their friend unconditionally while teasing the stuffing out of her. James on the other hand is a character who divides opinions. Some love him, others think he’s an arsehole. I won’t deny he’s a complicated guy who doesn’t always understand his own headspace but I wrote Degrees of Control that way for a very specific reason. 

Too often I read reviews in which the heroine is called a whiny pain in the butt and the hero is praised as a hilarious sex-bomb. He has a circle of mates to banter with and she has a lone friend or sister (who is often a bitch). The guys trade witticisms about their cocks and the women complain about their thighs. I’ve lost count of the times I was forced to follow a heroine who is a nagging, irrational nutbag virgin who just needs some sense boned into her and that makes me scream. Loudly. Like loud enough to perforate my own ear drums and bleed to death. 

I don’t think romance novels are fundamentally sexist but they are often riddled with stereotypes that go deep and stick hard. That’s true of almost all literature but I don’t think books written primarily by women for women should reinforce lazy, boring clichés. I mean sure, sometimes the man is the jokester and the woman is the stick in the mud but not ALL THE BLOODY TIME. 

Charlie Bell sweats when she’s nervous. She masturbates. She fell for a good guy who turned out to be a bad guy, then she fell for a bad guy who turns out to be a good guy. She knows how to suck cock. She doesn’t have to change her values in order to be happy. 

Charlie is a hell of a lot like my friends. She’s a hell of a lot like me. 

It’s a brave new world out there, one in which women don’t have to read paint-by-numbers romance anymore. It’s my dearest wish that this incredible new wave of younger, more socially conscious female authors will help change it even further by portraying not only the virgin librarians but the nerds, the gamers, the rebels and the sluts. We exist, we fall in love and we need to see ourselves in the female characters we read. If I can contribute anything to that movement then I’ll die a happy lady. Unless I scream myself to death. Stay tuned. 
Degrees of Control
By Eve Dangerfield

Charlotte Bell is a typical yoga teacher. She's friendly, earnest and has some slightly masochistic tendencies. After a painful break-up she’s determined to address her long-denied kinks with the kind of man she’s always been too terrified to approach. Charlie's friends select James Hunter, a male model turned suit who has some dark inclinations of his own. After a ‘chance’ encounter at a party James agrees to school Charlie in the harsher side of sex. He knows she's too genuine, too kind, too everything for a guy like him but he won’t turn down the chance to break in a starry-eyed submissive like her. As Charlie and James attempt a strings-free sexual relationship they're alarmed to discover a connection that runs deeper than either of them could have predicted.


“You leave selling her to me,” Sophia said in the brusque, confident tone she used for her pre-game speeches. Pulling herself all the way up to her six feet, she pointed toward her unsuspecting guests. “Charlie, you asked me to help you have a one-night stand of the sexually deviant nature.” 

“Hey, I did not ask for that.” 

“I can confirm there are thirty-seven single men here tonight, accounting for absences and unexpected girlfriends.” 

Hayley sniggered. “Oh good, Charlie’s first thirty-seven man orgy.” 

Charlie tried to stop her stomach from flopping around. This was actually going to happen. 

“To make things easier for you I have narrowed your options down to three ideal candidates based on hotness, height and your particular interests.” 

Charlie was beginning to regret telling Sophia so much about her fantasies. 

“First up, Blair Hudson, eleven o’clock, talking to Simon.” 

Charlie scanned the crowd until she spotted an auburn-haired man with a body that rightfully belonged to Superman. He literally towered over everyone around him. 

Sophia, nudged Charlie. “Blair is a six-foot-five State Trooper. He and Simon work together. He broke up with his fiancée last year and has been ploughing through every available female in the Midwest since.” 

“Holy shit, Charlie, he will destroy you,” Hayley whispered. 

“Candidate number two, Conner Moreno. Four o’clock, outside. Tall, dark and handsome.” 

Charlie took in the man smoking on the back porch. Conner had a shaved head, two armfuls of tattoos and a brooding expression. 

“He’s Colombian, a personal trainer and, by all accounts, a demon in the sack.” 

Hayley moaned. “Ten out of ten, would bang. Would. Bang.” 

Sophia rapped her on the back of head. “No poaching! You can have Charlie’s cast offs.”

Charlie fiddled with her hair. “Why are all these guys so tall? They’ll make me look like a toddler.” 

“You specifically requested someone tall! I’m just meeting your demands.” 

Charlie groaned. “Sophia, please stop talking like a pimp.” 

Her friend swished her long blonde hair. “No. Tonight that’s what I am, your pimp. Now stop being so dramatic and concentrate. We have a surprise entry for draft number three because I wasn’t sure he was coming tonight—” 

“No. Fucking. Way.” Hayley gripped Charlie’s arm with wild abandon. “I thought he lived in Texas? Holy shit, Charlie, you have to pick him!” 

Sophia glared at Hayley. “Your third choice is James Hunter. Businessman, former football player, colossal man-whore and, like myself, an accent to die for, Miss Charlie.” Sophia stretched out her Texan twang like a piece of warm toffee. 

“He’s the blond over by the bar. Don’t judge by the clothes.” 

Good Lord. 

Charlie felt like she’d been punched in the stomach, her hand leapt to her curls like they were a protective amulet. The man in question was leaning against a wall, nodding to a starry-eyed redhead. His face was half in shadow, arms crossed in front of his chest. The casual attire, sun-streaked hair and powerful body might have suggested he was a surfer but he lacked a surfer’s relaxed attitude. This man’s body language screamed indifference. The set of his square jaw was authoritative, almost arrogant and Charlie felt her spine straightening in response. 

“Abercrombie asked him to model in college,” Hayley whispered as though there was some chance the man would hear them halfway across a party. “He got paid to wear jeans with his shirt off, can you believe it?” 

Yes Charlie could. If anyone was born to glare at people from monochrome jean commercials, it was this guy. He was the unapproachable kind of handsome that made her want to cross the street when she saw it.

Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks at the age of fourteen. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her lovely sister, extremely chill boyfriend and a rabbit named Billy. When she's not writing she can usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at once. Degrees of Control is her first novel.

*** Happy Release Day, Eve! ***

Souvenirs From Adventures Past: Author, Musician, and Filmmaker Paula Tiberius On #ProjectPurseDump

I never used to carry a purse. While my high school, then university compadres mooned over their new Coach bags and fished around for keys for half an hour, I always had cash in my front right pocket, one slim key in my left back pocket, and whatever lipstick I had on when I left the house was good enough for the night.


1. My wallet – a freakin’ wallet, people. I’m a grown-up.
2. Sunscreen. I live in Los Angeles and my husband Richard has had five skin cancers removed so far. This is the only kind that doesn’t feel oily. If you’re reading this, Neutrogena, I am looking for sponsors on my blog.
3. Rice Krispies treat – this is “for Violet” (my 7 year old daughter) when “she” gets cranky in the car.
4. Two pens stolen from my credit union, an over-sized My-Pal pencil (because sometimes you just don’t want the finality of a pen), a Sharpie (because sometimes things can’t be indelible enough), one pen from The Pleasure Chest (because I cover sex seminars there for, and a pen from an Australian hotel – that’s right, I went to Australia. I’m a grown up with a purse.
5. TWO travel tissue packs, because one would leave me quite insecure.
6. A GO train receipt from my visit to Toronto in June. It’s now September.
7. A red button. Thinking, thinking….it’ll come to me.
8. A metal mesh turtle pendant without a chain. Don’t you have one in your purse?
9. Migraine meds. I used to leave them at home thinking that it was bad juju to carry headache medicine when you don’t have a headache. But then I kept getting headaches while out in the world with my giant purse that had no medication in it.
10. A one-time-use-only toothbrush. I know I’m married with a kid, but I might still have a one-night-stand at some point. You never know. Actually I stole it from a spa in Palm Springs last weekend.
11. Two plastic stencil sheets. I picked them out from a counter full of crap to redeem points at an arcade. My daughter Violet was dead set against them, but I remain certain that she will change her mind. Stencils rock.
12. A green feather from the boa Violet wore at her rock and roll camp performance this summer. She borrowed it from her father who wears it in our band Fame Whore. Yes, we’re setting an excellent example.
13. Ear buds. You can’t talk on the phone without them in your car, and I’m always in my car. 
14. Red lip gloss that my friend Tara gave me about six months ago when I was feeling really, really shitty and broke, overworked and underpaid. She told me that it was the “lip gloss of abundance,” which seems to have worked, actually. Now I’m afraid to throw it out even though its fuzzy wand is drying up.
15. An Always mini-pad. I pay extra for the black box kind because I like to have stylish cardboard in my bathroom cabinet.
16. A tester tube of double-helix water cream, given to me by a medical intuitive who channels angels. He is awesome and so is this cream. I’m putting it on my C-section scar to see if it helps it disappear.
17. Matches. I don’t smoke, but my husband does. Also, I used to be a pyromaniac.
18. A packet of salt. Don’t listen to people who say salt is bad for you. It makes everything better.
19. Pink and red paper clips tied together in a chain. I grabbed them for a parent teacher board meeting and did not use them.
20. Orange bauble hair tie. I used to hate this kind when I was a kid. I wonder if Violet hates them too? I should ask her. 
21. Big black hair clip. That’s the shit you want.
22. A coupon for a free cupcake at Barnes & Noble – now expired.

Paula Tiberius is an author, musician and filmmaker living in North Hollywood, California with her husband, daughter and gigantic German Shepherd. She wrote and directed the feature film Goldirocks, authored a romance novel The Cowboy Singer, and is creating a kids’ album with a message called Be Who You Are. She loves to create work that inspire kindness and self-worth. Visit her at

Sunday, November 22, 2015

Inside Pin Up Girl Sugar de la Tarte's Purse With Her Author, Terri L. Austin #ProjectPurseDump

Hey, everybody! I’m Sugar de la Tarte. As a retro pin up girl and burlesque performer, I keep a few essentials in my bag at all times. I never know when someone might recognize me, so I like to look my best.

Here’s my favorite bag.  Doesn’t this just scream Sugar? Since I love my deep red lips, I wouldn’t be caught dead without a tube of Mac Red.
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So what else do I keep in my sweet little cosmetic bag?
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My compact, natch.

Who wants to walk around with a shiny nose? Not me, honey. 
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And of course I can’t leave home without my pasties. Believe me, carrying these around along with my pastie glue has saved my bacon more than once. 
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Since I got inked—isn’t she lovely—I need to have a tube of sunscreen on hand. I don’t want this beauty to fade. 
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Last but not least, I carry my phone, but I had to bling out my case. In my world, presentation is everything! 

You can catch more of Sugar de la Tarte in Diner Knock Out—a Rose Strickland Mystery by Terri L. Austin at Amazon or Barnes & Noble

About Terri
As a girl, Terri L. Austin thought she'd outgrow dreaming up stories and creating imaginary friends. Instead, she's made a career of it. She met her own Prince Charming and together they live in Missouri. She loves to hear from readers. Drop her a note at

To get the latest updates on Terri’s latest book releases, sign up for her newsletter or follow her blog, visit Terri is also a contributor at

Sunday, November 15, 2015

Award Winning Author Linda Joyce Opens Up About Her Purse Habit on #ProjectPurseDump

Hello. My name is Linda Joyce, and I’m a purse junkie. I have purses in different shapes and sizes. Purses made of different materials. If there’s a support group for purse junkies like me, one that provides inside tips about the best sales, then sign me up. But don’t think for a minute that I have any intention of kicking this habit. 

I do want to clarify. While I am a purse junkie, I’m not a purse snob. I offer you a view of my Jam Bag as supporting evidence. It’s colorful. Has style. Notice the silver grommets and the black handles. And shows off my signature sign—Fleur de Lis. It’s ecofriendly, made from recycled bottles.  

So what do I jam in my jam bag? 

1) Japanese key chain with my key fob, reward cards, and red change purse carrying three dollar coins inside.  
2) Hairbrush – this is insurance. I carry it so I’ll never need it.
3) Turquoise wallet housing credit cards, stamps, miniature diploma from the University of Florida, and a few single dollar bills. It’s also big enough to hold my phone inside when I need to Grab-n-Go. 
4) Leather case hiding an imported German fountain pen.
5) Pen—one of the first I got for SWAG
6) Lipstick – PÜR Moonlit Pearl
7) Business cards- name, address, rank, and no serial number.
8) Hand wipes from the casino in Biloxi. I came home $60 in the good and put it in the bank. 
9) Kleenex
10) Mints – SWAG I carry around. Never know when I might meet a new reader.
11) Notebook—covert operations recorded to be used as secondary characters in a story. 
12) Bookmarks for Her Heart’s Desire. On the flip side, the books in the Fleur de Lis series. 

Hope you’ll connect with me. 

Linda Joyce is an award-winning author of women’s fiction and romance. She writes about assertive females and the men who can’t resist them. Linda’s a big fan of jazz and blues. She attributes her love of those musical genres to her southern roots, which run deep in Louisiana. If you walk-through several New Orleans cemeteries you’ll find many of her family buried there. She penned her first manuscript while living in Japan, the country where her mother was born and raised. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and four-legged boys. She’s also a foodie and loves to go RVing. 

Sunday, November 8, 2015

Duct Tape, Motrin, and Shot Gun Shells?! A Look at Cherry Tucker's Purse with her author, Larissa Reinhart #ProjectPurseDump

First off, I don’t carry a purse. I’ve got too much to haul around and generally if I’m not at an art gig, I carry beer money in my pocket, which is all I really need. I know I live in Georgia and most girls add a touch of lipstick before heading to the Piggly Wiggly or the Tru-Buy, but I’m not most girls. I might have a few smudges of oil or acrylics on my person anyway, so why dress that up with lipstick? 

My name is Cherry Tucker and I live in Halo, Georgia. I like to think of myself as ten times tougher than I look. My height, blonde hair, and cornflower blue eyes don’t help me none. I’m a portrait artist, so where I’m not paying attention to how I look (except for my clothes, I do love to create my own outfits), I am paying attention to how you look. For example, what color would I mix to capture your eyes or what the contrast of light is doing to the angles of your cheekbones. And if you’re a guy, I’ll check out your muscle definition, if you have any. Purely for professional reasons, of course.

That’s why you can see I always carry a sketch book and pencils. And brushes. Sometimes paint, but generally I keep that in my tackle box. Measuring tape’s always handy. Duct tape, too. I’ve been hog tied and duct taped (don’t ask), so I like to carry my own. And they’ve got some colorful ones, now. 

Band Aids and Motrin. More necessities of my lifestyle. Particularly if you do get hog tied and duct taped. 

And if I do need to clean up, I’m ready with the lipstick and some jewelry. I’ve got a bullet ring and pistol earrings that are good for any occasion. Nail polish comes in handy for all sorts of things. For example, if you drive a rusty, old truck, when you see a new spot, just dab it with some polish. Works wonders for holding the truck together and you can fix your nails real quick, too.

Thanks for your interest! This was a great chance to clean out my bag. I found a lot of empty shot gun shells. Don’t know why I’ve been carrying them around, but now I’m thinking they could make Christmas ornaments.
A 2015 Georgia Author of the Year Best Mystery finalist, Larissa Reinhart writes the Cherry Tucker Mystery series. The first in the series, PORTRAIT OF A DEAD GUY (2012), is a 2012 Daphne du Maurier finalist, 2012 The Emily finalist, and 2011 Dixie Kane Memorial winner. The fifth mystery, THE BODY IN THE LANDSCAPE, releases December 2015. Her family and Cairn Terrier, Biscuit, now live in Nagoya, Japan, but still call Georgia home.

The fifth book in the Cherry Tucker Mystery series, The Body in the Landscape, is available for preorder now. You can find Cherry Tucker here: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, and anywhere else, if you just ask.

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Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Release Day Giveaway! New Erotic Contemporary Romance, His Kind of Trouble by Terri L. Austin

Today I am thrilled to welcome Terri L. Austin to my blog to celebrate the release of her latest erotic contemporary romance, His Kind of Trouble. I just finished reading To Be His, and it was fantastic! Terri is giving away a copy of the first book of her Beauty and the Brit series, His Every Need, to one lucky reader today, so be sure to leave a comment below for your chance to win! 

Happy release day, Terri!

His Kind of Trouble 
Beauty and the Brit #3
Terri L. Austin
Sourcebooks Casablanca
Release date: November 3rd, 2015


"Oh, Miss Prim likes it rough, does she?"

"Yes." With every twist of his fingers, a hot spark shot straight through her. It was almost unbearable. The desert wind whipped around the car, causing it to shudder. She shuddered right along with it.

Monica Campbell may have a history as a wild child, but she's changed her ways. She's respectable, responsible-and, most importantly, she's sworn off bad boys. That is, until Callum Hughes roars back into her life with his sexy British accent and killer smile.

Cal remembers every steamy moment he shared with Monica, but he barely recognizes the straight-laced woman she's become. Determined to lure Monica into letting go of her inhibitions, Cal will use every trick he knows to fire her blood and tempt her body...reminding her just how good it can feel to be bad--and his.

Books in the Beauty and the Brit Series:

Book #1: His Every Need (August 5, 2014) 
Nominated for an RT Reviewers' Choice Award for best erotica!
Book #2: To Be His (August 1, 2015)
Book #3: His Kind of Trouble (November 3, 2015)
Book #4: His To Keep (Coming March 1, 2016!)

About Terri
As a girl, Terri L. Austin thought she'd outgrow dreaming up stories and creating imaginary friends. Instead, she's made a career of it. She met her own Prince Charming and together they live in Missouri. She loves to hear from readers. Drop her a note at

To get the latest updates on Terri’s latest book releases, sign up for her newsletter or follow her blog, visit Terri is also a contributor at


Terri is giving away a paperback copy of His Every Need to one lucky reader! For your chance to win, please leave a comment below! Please include how we can contact you if you win!

Sunday, November 1, 2015

What Does a KickAss Chick Carry In Her Purse? Kristi Rose Opens Up On #ProjectPurseDump

Hey y'all. It's my turn to share what I lug around in my giant purse. I don't always carry such a monstrosity but after I had kids the size of my purse grew exponentially and has stayed that way :-).

First, I have to share that I scored such a good deal on this purse, like 80% off, and my daughter found the matching wallet which cost me $10. So wow- that never happens to me. I've never even had a purse and wallet that match so I feel like a girl who is definitely wearing her big girl panties. 

Ok, let's get to it. Starting at the top and going clockwise this is what you're looking at. 

1. Giant pink folder is my passion planner. I know. I know. We have smart phones but it's just not the same as writing down everything in the moment. My passion planner tells me what to do and when to do it. For all things work, child and writing. 

Sometimes, I swap this out for my laptop. I never carry both or my purse would weigh 10 pounds. 

2. Slim black case is my stun gun. Yep, I carry a stun gun. Sometimes two. And I'm not afraid to use it. Veronica Mars is my idol. 

3. Brown case with rubber band is a wallet of sorts. I'm a couponer and this keeps me organized for that. I once bought a year's worth of toiletries including razors for $34.28. No lie. 

4. Matching wallet! Holla!

5. Gum- never leave home without out it. Yes, I chew it obnoxiously. Sorry. 

6. Pens and pencils.

7. Chick-fil-a card to get a discount. Cuz I eats there a lot :-) (she says with an accent)

8. My author postcards and business cards but the truth is I'm always nervous about handing them out. 

9. Packet of tea and honey sticks. I probably drink 4-5 cups of tea a day. Hot and cold.


1. Ear buds

2. Lipstick. I usually carry more but my purse tipped in my car so the rest are rolling around on the passenger seat floorboard. I only grabbed up my favorites. 

3. Motrin, hand sanitizer, and lotion that smells like yummy cake. 

That's it. That's me in a nut shell. Oh, Yes, I carry feminine products. I see here that I have forgot to reload on those. Whoops. 

Thanks Tracey and Jessica for letting me be a part of this. I love having this insider's look at everyone's purse :-).

About the author:

Kristi Rose was raised in central Florida on boiled peanuts and iced tea. She’s been lucky enough to travel the world but now, a wife and mother, she's resigned to traveling to the grocery store. No matter where she is, she enjoys watching people and wondering about their story. That’s what Kristi likes to write. Stories about everyday people, the love that brings them together, and their journey getting there. Kristi is a member of RWA, Romance Writer's Weekly, and The KickAss Chicks.