Emerald Isle Fantasies: TIMELOST LOVER


Any writer will tell you, there’s fewer things more exciting than Release Day – which comes after the writing, the editing, the cover reveal and the final edits. It’s that moment you’ve been waiting for, since the concept first appeared in your mind. Today, Susanna Stone has released TIMELOST LOVER, a new addition to the fabulous series Emerald Isle Fantasies. It’s been ages in the making for Susanna, but Release Day has finally arrived, and what an incredible offering she has brought to the series from Ellora’s Cave.

If you’re interested in checking it out (and let’s face it, of course you are!), all the information is below, along with links to Susanna’s blog where you can catch up on her other awesome releases.




When Tannis first sees an iconic painting by Irish nationalist artist Brendan Pearse, she’s stunned that the naked woman in the picture looks exactly like her, even down to the intricate Celtic tattoo on her breast. Seeking answers, she travels to Castle Tullamore, an ancient Irish stronghold steeped in magic, where the artist lived and worked a hundred years ago. Inexplicably, she is whisked back in time and meets him face to face.

Brendan doesn’t know what to make of this otherworldly woman who seems to have come out of nowhere to be his model. But he knows she’s exactly the woman he needs for his Irish Freedom trilogy. At the risk of endangering his master work, and against all his own rules, he knows he can never hope to capture her essence on canvas without first possessing her body in the flesh.

But their time together will be heart-breakingly brief, because Tannis knows Brendan died tragically young, and there’s nothing she can do to change history.



The old detachment of modeling came back to her with ease, reminding her of the days she’d been comfortable standing naked in front of a dozen or more students, some working with a life model for the first time. She smiled at the memory of the first-year men in particular, scarcely more than boys, studiously avoiding her eyes—even more her private parts—pretending to be blasé about it all. Then actually achieving that nonchalance.

And here, now—though when was now?—she stood posing for one of Ireland’s greatest artists. Who would believe it? Well, no one, of course, because one part of her mind still held a modicum of disbelief, no matter how much her senses told her it was happening. The legendary Brendan Pearse using her for his classic work. His eye assessing everything he saw and transmitting the image to his hand to create the marks that represented her lines and highlights and shadows.

He was clearly lost in that element of creation, no more aware of her as a woman than she was of—

He looked up at the very moment her eyes were resting on his face.

And everything shifted for her.

They held each other’s look for a million nanoseconds. His hand stopped for perhaps two beats of the heart, and then he resumed his work with no obvious change in pace or demeanor.

Tannis, however, had felt the swing of her own feelings from inward to outward, right to left, turned upside down. Suddenly very, very self-aware.

Aware of him as a man. Aware of her own nakedness.

No longer a model, a detached professional. Every square millimeter of her flesh felt exposed to this fully dressed man, this icon, this stranger. Alone with him in this isolated room, she felt almost shy of him.

Never in her life, either as a model or a lover, had she felt so on display, flaunting herself and her sexuality. She ached to cover her body.

She would be in a blatantly exposed position. Full frontal nudity, to use that modern term than he would never hear in his life.

How much longer could she bear it? Every second she stood here exposing herself tore at her nerve endings. Her composure was in shreds, her heart pounding in trepidation of what might happen next.

The only thin bright spot was that Brendan himself seemed oblivious to her sexually, unaware of her anguish. His lips tight, his eyes hard, he continued to pour his energy into the sketch before him.

She grabbed hold of her composure and forced herself to remain standing naked before him.


Sweet Saint Brigid. What the hell had just happened? All he’d done was catch her eye, and some unseen energy had sent a shock straight into his libido. He no longer saw his vision of Ireland’s tragedy and courage, but simply and totally a flesh and blood woman of unbelievable erotic potency.

A woman whose sheer sexuality flowed from every pore in her flesh.

He must have been blind. Blinded by the idea of her as his Celtic spirit, blinded by his artist’s vision, to the point where he had failed to see her as a person.

At what point had the primitive male kicked aside the artist?

He willed his nerves to settle down, his unruly ardor to back off. If he could just keep his mind on the project and away from imagining— Never mind.

“All right, turn around for me.” He put iron and detachment into his voice. She rearranged herself to display her back. Gripping the sketchbook as though it could protect him from her, he began to recreate the elegant curve of her back, the dip at the base of her spine—

Stop thinking, damn it. Just draw.


Visit: http://www.ellorascave.com/timelost-lover.html to get a copy now!

You can connect with Susanna at her blog-site, where you can keep up to date with her other releases: http://susannastone.blogspot.ca/


Introducing… Dena Garson’s “Mystic’s Touch”

ImageI’d like to take an opportunity to spotlight my friend Dena Garson’s fabulous new book Mystic’s Touch. (Have an ogle at that gorgeous cover art!) Dena has had a number of releases with Ellora’s Cave, from Moderne Naughty Nooners to her Paranormal novel for the sexy series Emerald Isle Fantasies. This wonderful new book combines sensual romance with paranormal elements and is as beautifully written as all her others. Blurb and excerpt are below! You can visit Dena at her website, and enter for her goodies giveaway!!






When Prince Ceros returns home to take his place on the throne, he falls prey to a mysterious malady that leaves him unable to speak or move, though his thoughts and awareness remain intact. Danet, a talented healer, realizes the prince is alert inside his body. The two are able to share thoughts telepathically. Unfortunately her connection with Ceros may bring unwanted attention to her abilities and result in her banishment from the city.


Their unique bond grows as Danet races to find a remedy for the prince’s condition. Desire turns to love, which makes Danet fear for their future when he awakens. They seek out the villain attempting to take the throne and endeavor to find a way to stay together.


Inside Scoop: Ceros’ secret shifter status adds complication and intrigue to their budding romance.




An Excerpt From: MYSTIC’S TOUCH

Copyright © DENA GARSON, 2013

All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.


Danet turned to look at the prince. He was a handsome man. It was a shame to see him trapped in his body this way.

Don’t try to distract me, the prince said.

How was I distracting you?

You were thinking of touching my hair.

I was not.

Yes, you were.

Danet harrumphed. What was your second reason?

My second reason?

You said you had two reasons for asking about my family but only mentioned one.

Ah, yes. I was trying to figure out how your family could be so intertwined with mine, but I don’t remember meeting you before now.

We were introduced once, long ago. As I have already explained, it would have been improper for me to have served you or spent any time in your company. Besides, you have been away from home for many turns of the suns.

Why is it acceptable for you to be in my service now?

I am no longer an innocent maid. I was married for a short time. Besides, completing my apprenticeship allows me a great deal of freedom even though I am not mated. I believe your mother is more concerned with your well-being than any sense of impropriety. Besides, there is little danger of your ravishing me while in this state.

How does she know that you won’t ravish me while overseeing my care?

She shot him a look that would have spoken volumes had he been able to see it. Because your mother knows me better than that.

Does she?

Yes. With one word, she made sure there was nothing to argue.

How unfortunate.

An image flashed through her mind of her straddling his very naked body, both of them sweaty and flushed. Danet tripped over her own feet. She quickly stamped the image down, not knowing if she had conjured it or if he had.


To purchase Mystic’s Touch, visit Ellora’s Cave!



Introducing… Jennifer LaRose!

ImageI’m excited about this one. Really, I am – for a number of reasons. Firstly, Riding the Waves is the first full-length novel I have spotlighted on my blog since I did my own way back in December 2011. Lovers of Quickies will have adored my recent posts from Dena, Susanna and Virginia – but those who love being in it for the long haul are going to be swept off their feet by Riding the Waves

The second reason is… check OUT that cover. Phowaaarr! What absolutely beautiful artwork from Ellora’s Cave’s very talented art department. I love it.

Mostly though, I am excited because I am partway through Jennifer’s first EC release – Trouble, Toys and Tempting Cowboys – and I know she is a phenomenally talented author. 

Riding the Waves is for the Moderne line of EC erotica, which is contemporary fiction and very sexy! Having spoken to Jennifer about what drove her to write about BSDM, I can promise you that for those who love a little kink to their erotic fiction, this is a winner. 

Riding the Waves releases on Wednesday 16th January and will be available at Ellora’s Cave. 




Annalee Parschen is devastated when she discovers her soon-to-be ex-fiancé has been having a secret BDSM tryst with her best friend. Crushed, she wonders how anyone could find a sexual thrill in punishment or submission. Then she’s reunited with Brent Delaney, a former coworker who still ignites her flame. Though they’ve never had sex, she’s taken him home in her fantasies countless times. Turns out he’s been wanting to take her home, too. And he has a thing or two to teach her about finding pleasure in submission.

Brent is now a private sea fighter who guards his employer’s ships from piracy in the China Sea. He returns to the States after a daring ocean rescue. He’s thrilled to be reunited with Annalee, even more so when he gets to introduce her to his dominant side. Unfortunately the murderous pirate he put behind bars has escaped, and he’s seeking revenge—against Brent, and anyone he loves.




     All brawn with brains. Jesus, who could ask for more? Had he married Marie, or Marci, or Mary, or whatever her name was?

“Reality to Annalee.” Wow, thoughts of him still had the capability of pulling her in far and fast. She took a deep breath, grabbed the shopping bag, climbed out of the SUV and entered the house, fanning her face. Damn, her heart pounded.

And so did her pussy. Tiny, thumping sensations pulsated against her panties as if her clit had a miniature heartbeat of its own.

What on earth was wrong with her? Was she so sexually deprived something as simple as a voice turned her on? Geez, she needed to stop thinking about Brent and focus on the man she planned to marry. The man she had every intention of seducing the minute he walked through the door. Jared had better get home on time.

Warm air, fragrant with the scent of watermelon, embraced her when she stepped into the kitchen. Closing her eyes, she inhaled deeply.

Morton, her eight-year-old Persian cat rubbed his furry body against her ankles, startling her. But she welcomed the distraction. It put her thoughts into perspective. She opened her eyes and bent down to pet him between the ears. “Hi. How’s my little guy? Did you miss Mommy?”

He meowed, made a complete circle around her leg before sticking his pink nose in the air, snubbing her. “You little fart.” She laughed as he sauntered toward the family room. Stuck-up Morton liked attention on his terms only. A quick hello usually kept him content for the remainder of the evening.

After kicking off her shoes, she laid the shopping bag on the counter beside a decorative bowl of artificial vegetables, removed two baked potatoes wrapped in foil from the refrigerator and placed them in the oven. Brent Delaney? Unbelievable.

Yes, it was unbelievable how she reacted to him after all these years—like a sex-starved hussy. If she didn’t rid him from her thoughts, she’d be marching down the hallway for a tumble with her vibrator and there wouldn’t be any dinner tonight. She’d worked hard this morning prepping the meal and baking a cake, too. She wanted everything perfect. Hopefully she wouldn’t over-broil the steaks. They’d been marinating in a garlic herb sauce all day, but she was infamous for ruining a good cut of meat.

While the potatoes baked, she filled the bathtub with hot water and strawberry bubble bath. Anything fruity sat high on Jared’s list of preferences. Tonight she’d bring out the ammo. If Plan A, the costume, failed, she’d resort to Plan B. Wow, she had no Plan B. She’d conjure up something quick if the need arose.

She stripped off her clothes and inched into the steamy, hot tub. Heavens, it felt good. The bubbles disintegrated with a soft fizzing sound. She lay back with a long, content sigh, enjoying the therapeutic heat, but her gaze kept roaming to the shower head. The urge to detach it from the hook grew heavy. If she yanked it down now and used it, she’d likely be so relaxed she’d fall asleep before Jared arrived. Well, maybe one little spray to bring her to the verge of orgasm wouldn’t hurt. It would enhance her mood, and she’d crawl all over him until he couldn’t say no. It’s not like she wanted to change the sprinkle adjustment to pulse or anything. Just one measly shot of the water and she’d be good to go.

Oh God. Before jumping up and yanking the damn thing down, she bathed quickly and climbed out of the tub. After grabbing a stiff towel from the cabinet, she patted her lower half dry, being careful not to touch her overly sensitive crotch. Any contact to that area right now would send her flying back into the shower, and no doubt she’d change it to the pulse setting and hit the faucets full blast.

After patting the water off her arms, she doused herself with a strawberry-scented body spray. The vapors caused her to sneeze not once, but three times consecutively. When it completely evaporated on her skin and faded to a soft, sweet scent, she dressed in the harem costume and pulled on a long, furry robe to stay warm.

Because Jared was a prompt, never-a-minute-late man, she removed the robe at exactly 7:25, dimmed the lights and sat down at the table, crossing her legs. The flames from three tapered candles danced enticingly, and she’d topped off the décor with two glasses of white wine.

Those candles…long and lean and durable and bendable when warm…she’d completely lost her frigging mind.

The kitchen glowed with romance and passion. She loved her home. The black and multiple shades of orange she chose for the walls and floor gave it a warm, cozy feeling. It wasn’t too big or too tiny of a house, but was perfect for a small family.

Tonight, they would put an end to the boring, almost nonexistent lovemaking routine they’d fallen into. She’d dance the tango naked if she had to, or pole dance with the family room floor lamp. Aha, Plan B.

Seven forty-five slipped by, and then eight o’clock without any trace of Jared. Had the weather delayed him too?

Why hadn’t he called?

She stood abruptly, pulling on the robe, then dug the cell phone out of her purse and punched in his number. After three rings, her call transferred to voicemail. “Where are you, Jared? Call me.”

Now she worried. She began pacing the family room, stopping to glance outside through the picture window. The wind wasn’t blowing nearly as badly, but a heavy wall of snow continued to fall.

Rather than trudge back and forth in a never-ending path, she turned on the television, sat down on the couch, picked up her cell phone and called him again, only to encounter the same recording.

Where the hell could he be?

Time ticked by in long, agonizing, nail-biting minutes.

The thought of calling the highway patrol and local hospitals crossed her mind, but if something happened, someone surely would’ve contacted her by now.

She picked up her cell and called him once more. It didn’t ring and connected directly to voicemail. Apparently he’d shut off his phone. Why would he do that? To avoid talking to her?

What the hell?

From the moment she’d owned a cell phone, her dad impressed upon her to never turn it off, and to make sure she carried it wherever she went. That way she could be tracked if she’d gotten lost. Ever since, if not in her purse, she had it in a pocket or stuffed in a sock.

Too bad he hadn’t preached that theory to Jared. Were her attempts to fix their relationship like applying a Band-Aid to a gaping wound?


You can follow the lovely Jennifer LaRose on Facebook, via her website and her blog – links below!





Introducing… Susanna Stone!

ImageThese days I am working on an EXCITING new project with a group of wonderful, talented and inspiring ladies. You’ve already met Dena Garson, who did a Q & A with me some months ago and you will meet some others in the coming weeks as I spotlight their incredible work on my blog. Today, I’d like to introduce you to Susanna Stone, whose first book Informed Consent is a sizzling Quickie all about love lost and regained with a side of bondage. Let’s meet my lovely new friend!



Rea, thanks a lot for letting me drop into your blog.  You and I have been working with a bevy of writers on an intriguing new series coming this year from Ellora’s Cave.  In the meantime, I’m eagerly awaiting edits on my next book, One for the Road, a sex-with-a-stranger story.

When I had my first release from Ellora’s Cave, Informed Consent, it felt sudden, but of course, that was after years of working on all kinds of books, with varying levels of sexual heat.  Now here was the chance to write — and publish! — books filled with exactly the kind of fantasies that suited me perfectly.

I’m just an old-fashioned romantic who likes her sex scenes straight and straight up, with a twist of bondage.

As they say in the dating world — not into the club scene.  No Doms and Subs, no vampires or aliens.  No danger that my hero is going to shift into a wolf nanoseconds before the orgasm.  All those concepts are wild and exciting and full of promise, and it’s great that there’s room for all kinds of tales in the world of erotic romance.

We’re told, wisely, write the book you want to read.  So that’s where I went with Informed Consent.  A man and woman who so nearly made it six years ago, until they were interrupted and alienated.  And now, when circumstances throw them together again, he’s going to take her straight and straight up, with a twist of bondage.

For more musings about my big romantic weaknesses, Long Lost Lovers and Sex With a Stranger, readers can take a look at my blog, http://susannastone.blogspot.ca/

Thanks for the hospitality, Rea.  Your latest EC for Men release, Pleasure Express, looks like a winner.

Well, as you can see, Susanna knows what she likes and writes about it! I have no doubt you will love her smoking story about Tara and Joe, so get yourself over to http://www.ellorascave.com/informed-consent.html right now to get a copy! I encourage you all to visit Susanna’s website to keep yourself up-to-date with her upcoming releases. One for the Road is on my wishlist for when it releases!

Thank you for being my visitor today, Susanna! I can’t wait to have you back when One for the Road releases and our as yet top-secret project gets underway!


Rea x

New Release!

ImageI have a thing about trains.

Not in that ’65 year old man who watches trains through binoculars’ kind of thing – but rather, I find the concept of journeys a rather interesting one. As a people watcher, I enjoy travelling on the train, trying to imagine where people are going, who they are, what their stories are. Trains are the place where fleeting moments of passion can occur, perhaps not in the form of erotic encounters, but certainly brief connections in which there is the possibility of something more. 

That notion got me thinking about a late night train. I have taken many when I worked antisocial hours and had to catch the 11.30pm train home. They were always deserted, and most of the time the conductor couldn’t be bothered to pass through the carriages to check tickets. (I evaded my fares A LOT back then!). And while “Pleasure Express” is not a confessional by any stretch of the imagination, it did come to me while travelling on the train late one evening. I got to thinking about brief encounters, and how fulfilling a once-in-a-lifetime erotic moment could be – with no strings attached.

My character Marty represents the everyday man – the one who doesn’t usually get the girl. He’s ordinary, works too much and can’t seem to catch a break. I like to believe he can be related to. So why not give this average Joe a chance to have no-holds barred sex with a gorgeous, willing woman – and add in an element of voyeurism? 

Below as an excerpt of “Pleasure Express” which will be released to ebook with Ellora’s Cave on the 19th of December. Bookmark it!



“Hi,” she said gently, her voice as smooth and syrupy as honey. “I’m leaving town tomorrow.” My eyes flickered to the cardboard box filled with personal desk belongings, then back to her. She was still smiling.

“I’m…sorry to hear that?” I tried. I was hopeless with women, always had been. They mystified me, left me feeling mentally drained as though I had been puzzling over a Rubik’s Cube for hours. I couldn’t work out their motives, their mindset, or anything really. It explained why the entire female species had given up on me.

“Yeah,” the stranger said, lifting a perfectly manicured hand to sweep away the strand of hair. She looked divine, a vision of perfection in her tight skirt and near-sheer blouse. “We’ve been taking this train together every night now for months,” she continued with firm command. “I expected you might introduce yourself, ask me out, even say ‘hello’, but it seems you’re one of those guys.” Her bluish eyes took time to roll in despair, as though she were bemoaning how utterly useless I was. “So I thought maybe we could skip those preliminaries and you could just fuck me now.”

It had happened to me before that I would lose myself in a lurid sexual fantasy while talking to a woman. Like the pixie-haired blonde at the deli counter who made my tuna salad bagels at lunchtime. When she said to me “that’s two pounds ten, please” I imagined she was saying “I want to suck your dick, Marty”. Her lips were moving but the words I heard were wholly different to the ones she was actually saying. For a moment I thought the same thing was happening here.

“P-pardon?” I spluttered, anything but smooth.

“Look,” she said evenly, a finely tapered eyebrow rising as though she were talking to a particularly dim-witted child. “You’ve been staring at me for months now.” Her head gestured to the seat she regularly occupied. “So, had you found the courage to ask me out we would have gone to dinner, chatted inanely about things neither of us are interested in, discovering information about one another that just taints the sexual attraction.” Her mouth was speaking the most beautiful words, as though I were dreaming the best dream ever. I was speechless, which was perfectly all right as it seemed she had plenty to say. “I’m saving you money, saving me time and best of all, saving us from the mind-numbing tedium of having to pretend we actually give a shit about all those petty details.”

She braced her arm on the chair, leaning close enough for me to smell her perfume, something fruity and summery. Her blouse revealed cleavage, her tits pressed together, tantalizing me. I couldn’t look away and my cock was rigid.

Her fingers toyed with the pointed end of my tie, her eyes locked on my face. She didn’t make any attempt to slap me when I refused to draw my gaze away from her tits. I’d learned from experience that women didn’t like that. But this woman seemed to almost get a kick out of my helplessness.

“T-the conductor might come at any minute,” I spluttered, dragging my rounded eyes to her face. She looked like a school mistress, displeased at my incompetence.

“When was the last time we saw a conductor at this time?” she asked patiently. My eyes flittered to the door between compartments, trying to remember if I ever had seen a conductor on this train. She and I were almost always alone—two solitary people in the last compartment. When I glanced back she had deftly popped one button on her blouse, revealing the lacy trim on her white bra. I found my throat was dry, my tongue sticking ineffectively to the roof of my mouth.

Q&A with Dena Garson

Phew! If only.... 😉

My fellow Ellora’s Cave author has just had her first release — Down to Business for the Branded line of erotica. To celebrate her fabulous new release, I decided to do a quick Q&A with the lady herself, to get to know her a little better! Don’t forget, when you finish reading this you should skip over to Ellora’s Cave immediately to pick up a copy! If that hunky topless man to the left isn’t enough to convince you, here’s a wee peek at the blurb!

Leigh and John Templeton have plans for the upcoming weekend. Unfortunately, looming deadlines may prevent John from being able to get away. In particular, one very long and dull contract review.

When Leigh delivers dinner to John at his office, she makes him a deal to spice up the contract review process—for every page he completes, she’ll remove an item of clothing…until she’s naked and waiting for him to claim his reward.

What inspires you?

I get inspiration from a lot of different things – conversations with friends, magazine or newspaper articles, news reports and even rumors! Rumors are especially fun because your imagination can go wild guessing how people got into the situation and the reasons why.

What makes a hero sexy for you?

It’s that hero that is deeply and truly in love with the heroine. One that may fight the good fight but in the end realizes he is a better person for loving and being loved by the heroine. But let’s face it – there is nothing sexier than a strong, alpha male loosing the reins of his control because of his need and desire for his woman?

Gives me goose bumps just thinking about it!

What are you currently reading?

LOL – I’m reading The Hunger Games because my oldest son loved it so much. When a pre-teen gets excited about not just one book, but the whole series, it’s got to be good. I have to admit – I’m more than half way through it and it’s got me hooked!

What is your favorite thing about being a writer?

Just like reading, writing is a form of escape for me. It’s a chance to live in someone else’slife for bit. Only with a bit more control over the way things end. Well… mostly anyway. I think most writers will tell you that sometimes their characters and stories will take them down a path they didn’t see coming.

And your least favorite?

I constantly fight with my internal editor. It’s very hard to turn off the criticism and doubt as I write so that I can at least get the first draft down on paper. I have to keep reminding myself that I can go back later and change things.

What’s next for you?

I have two new works in progress and in between, I’m also working on revisions to two stories I wrote last year. One of the new WIP’s is a paranormal contemporary set in Ireland. I’m very excited about writing it. The characters are just yammering around in my head wanting to get out and on the paper. The other WIP is another story aimed at the Branded line at Ellora’s Cave.

Thanks a million to Dena for taking part in my little Q&A session! Many congratulations on your first release!
Down to Business is also available on Kindle!
Much love,
Rea x


Stolen Nights will be released on Ellora’s Cave on the 23rd of December! Hop, skip and jump over there to get yourself a copy!

http://www.ellorascave.com – I hope you like it! You can read the official excerpt over in “Writing ‘n’ Things” as well as see the book cover – isn’t he so sexy?! Yummdiddlyumptous!