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Guest Blogger: Dakota Trace

Wyk'sScavengerHuntBadge“Come on! Quit your lollygagging.”  I placed my hands on my hips. “And don’t even look at me that way. It was your dumbass that gave away the toy to Lucy.”

Livvy trudged in, a former shade of her vibrant self.  “Well, I wasn’t expecting you to drag me all the way back here. I thought that you and Wyk were going to be the ones retrieving the toys. Not me.”

“Excuse me? You thought you were going to get off scot free and have me do your dirty work. I don’t think so!”  I shoved the box of chocolate covered cherries at her. “Carry these and so help me God if you even take a single one, I’m going to break your fn’ fingers.”

Tossing her messy braid over her shoulder, Livvy pouted. “No need to be a bitch, slave. It’s not like you haven’t had to clean up my messes before.”

Counting to ten wasn’t going to do any good.  I just knew it. “I should be writing, Livvy. Not chasing all over half of kingdom come retrieving the toys you stole. You’re supposed to be my inspiration not my object of frustration.”

Livvy actually laughed at me. “Don’t you realize that they are one in the same? If I didn’t keep your life hopping you’d…”

“I’d actually get something done!”  I stomped further into the room, ignoring Livvy. “Okay peeps, we’ve made the long journey across the sea to Ms. Felthouse’s blog, so if you followed us from Sexy Erotic Xciting Reviews yesterday – Great!  If not, this is the scoop-” I pointed to the muse behind me, fiddling with the bow on the chocolates. “Don’t even think it, Livvy.  Anyway my muse decided it would be a good idea to hide the toys from Mistress Venus’s toy bag on several of her blogging friends’ sites.  So we’re out to find them.  That’s where you come in.  See the graphic below? Enter it into the rafflecopter thingie for a chance to win the grand prize basket. It includes a flogger, a pair of pleather cuffs, a sleep mask and a e-copy of Wyk’s Surrender. I’ll be announcing the winner on Wrap-up party on October 2nd.  We’ll be hanging out from 7pm-9pm CST on Facebook.”

“Don’t forget to mention the second prize, slave.”  Livvy edged the ribbon off.

LucyFelthouseCorsetWord“The second place prize will be a $10 gift certificate to one lucky person who collects the toys from all eight stops – so don’t forget to hit up the previous stops if you haven’t.” Seeing her slip off the ribbon from box, I come unglued. “Give me that!”  I snatched it away from her.  “This is supposed to be for Lucy. It’s part of the ransom to get back the toy you stashed here!”

Livvy stuck her lower lip out.  It should’ve looked utterly ridiculous with her fuchsia pink corset and leggings but as always she looked irresistible.

“Spoilsport.”  Livvy grumbled.

I strove for a patience I didn’t feel. “Anyway. The second part of the ransom is a quote from Wyk’s Surrender.”  (Keep track of these, because they will earn you entries for the door prize at the wrap up party :D)

Anyway, thank you Lucy for having me and Livvy stop by and enjoy the chocolates. If you have time, please check out the blurb below.”


“Yes, Mistress. I hope this will prepare me for what she needs.” ~Wyk’s admission to why he’s using 1NightStand.


DT_Wyk's Surrender_200She wants to mark him and make him hers…

Mistress “V” lusts after her boss. She wants him at her mercy, begging for her touch, but he only knows her as his very capable assistant Venus. When an off-hand comment dashes her hopes, the sexy domme turns to Madame Eve at 1Night Stand for help…

He isn’t sure he can handle the dark pleasure she promises…

Living up to his father’s expectations has driven Wyk Havas to the edge. His curvaceous assistant Venus wants to push him past those limits, and he’s damn near attracted enough to try. But Venus’s preference for men to submit to her threw him for a loop. Can a date from 1Night Stand show him if he’s able to submit to a woman?

Can Wyk truly surrender to Mistress V’s pleasure or were they doomed from the start?

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Guest Blogger: Taryn Kincaid

1. Tell us about yourself. Both your writing self and your non-writing self. What are your interests and hobbies? Do you have a day job, etc?

My non-writing self is a reformed cannibal who now chews whale blubber to keep the carnivorous cravings away. I speak 300 languages and have 49 pets, none of which are cats. Or dogs. Hounds, maybe. The U. S. State Department sends me here and there on matters I cannot divulge to you. Suffice it to say that I am on a first-name basis with Daniel Craig and Pierce Brosnan. The Brits have bestowed upon me honorary double-O numbers. I have a license to, um, drive an automobile. I like my martinis…well, actually I don’t really like martinis at all. But I do like olives.

You want to know about my writing self now? Hmm. See the preceding paragraph.

2. Give us the background on your latest release.

HEAT WAVE is part of the hot and simmering Sleepy Hollow series of 1Night Stand stories for Decadent Publishing. It’s what happens when a hot-as-sin hunk of a male demon goes into heat and is attracted against his will to the absolutely wrong female.

3. How did you get started with writing? And what was your route to publication like?

Well, before I was drafted by various federal agencies known better by their initials, I was a newspaper writer. So…yeah, like everyone always says in interviews…I’ve always done it. My first published work, when I was six or seven or so, was The Weatherman’s Revenge, featuring the Itsy-Bitsy Spider. So weather has always been a factor, as can be seen by a check of my very sexy titles: LIGHTNING, THUNDER, FROST, BLIZZARD, HEAT WAVE.

4. What are you currently working on?

George Clooney. He’s single again, you know.

5. Do you have a particular Muse for your writing? Do any of your characters bear startling resemblances to sexy celebrities or people you admire?

No. No. A thousand times no.

6. Where do you see yourself in five years? Both writing-wise and non-writing-wise?

Comfortably esconced in a villa in Tuscany.

And now for some silly questions…

7. Muscled or skinny?
Seriously? That’s a question?

8. Tall or short?
See #7, above.

9. Boxers or briefs?
Boxers. More room. If you get my drift…

10. Moustache or beard?
On the hero or the heroine?

11. Long hair or shaven head?
Hair. Definitely. Unless we’re talking a three-month-old with a binky.

12. Tattoos or piercings?
Not so much. Thanks, anyway.

13. Intelligent or funny?

14. Blond, brunette or red head?

15. Hottest celebrity (tell us why, if you like)?
Joe Manganiello, the guy who plays hunky werewolf Alcide on True Blood. The man sells ice cream!

16. Top same-sex crush (or opposite sex if you already like same-sex!)
Helena Bonham Carter. Have no idea why. Maybe it’s the Johnny Depp factor.

17. Most disliked celebrity (tell us why, if you like)
Justin Bieber. Seriously? That needs to be explained?

18. Favourite food
Yes. All of them. (Well, not liver. Or sweetbreads.)

19. Favourite book (tell us why, if you like)
Currently, it’s the J.R. Ward Black Dagger Brotherhood series. I love what she does with words.

20. Favourite place in the world (tell us why, if you like)
A beach. Anywhere.

21. Anything else you’d like to add?
Hi, peeps! Thanks for reading this far!

Now give us the blurb, an extract and buy links for your latest release.

Heat WaveBLURB:
Sent into the human realm to retrieve prodigal princess, Zena Night, Bhyrne Raines is shocked and unprepared for his carnal reaction to the sexy succubus. In service to the succubus queen, the rugged enforcer must stifle the instant passion exploding within him. Fulfilling his royal duty doesn’t allow for quickie dalliances. His biological clock is ticking, and he begins to enter breedspawn, an intense and unstoppable frenzy of mating all fire-demon males must endure. But the more he wants to avoid Zena, the more he’s drawn to her.

Reluctant to give up her carefree life of partying among the mortals when the hot-as-sin Bhyrne comes to fetch her for the queen, Zena uses her succubus wiles to entice him, or at least delay the inevitable trip to the royal court. Once in the demon stronghold, hidden deep within the Catskill mountains, she learns the reason for the summons: she must choose a consort within two days.
Zena needs a mate. Bhyrne needs to mate. With time running out for both of them, they each turn to 1Night Stand. With time running out, can Madame Eve come to the rescue?

Holy freeze gun, Batman. The words died before she managed to expose them to air. Her mouth snapped shut.

One of the Queen’s guards stood before her, huge and tall, nearly twice the size of most of the other males in the joint, a hella hunka supernatural male. Clearly not human, although Hugo Boss’d to his Adam’s apple in an apparent bid to fit in among the humans trolling for hot sex, illicit drugs, watered-down booze and loud music. Beneath the fabric of the unstructured designer suit, the toned muscles of a demonic warrior rolled like tidal waves. Even without the small lapel pin the uninformed might mistake for the The Rolling Stones’ logo, she’d recognize him for a captain of the guard. Maybe the Queen’s own Captain.

Hellfire and cotton candy. Trouble. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.

But, by the goddess, whattahottie! Despite her certainty that his presence in the club corridor boded ill for her, the force of her sudden hunger shook her.

Like lightning.


A desperate bolt out of the blue.

Instant connection to him on the paranormal plane, as if he’d wrapped her aura in gold chains and tugged her to him. But did that fast lane to heaven run one way or two?

A grim expression straightened the lines of what otherwise might have been a generous, sensuous mouth. A military buzz cut had weed-whacked hair the color of iron. And it didn’t stop there. Without doubt, metal fortified every single cell in the massive male’s body, pure titanium flowing in his veins. The stern planes and angles of a hard-edged, swoon-worthy face set grimly as cement. Though he lounged in the hallway like any Archie or Jughead waiting in line to discharge his rented beer in a urinal, he exuded authority, his carriage and bearing such that he made the others look like a pack of Twizzlers. Oh. Yeah. More than a mere guardsman, she guessed. An enforcer.



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Now give us your author bio and website/social media links.

Taryn is an Olympic caliber athlete egg roller and spends a great deal of her time petitioning the U.S.O.C. to introduce a fantail shrimp competition. When she’s not bungee jumping off the Palisades or parasailing up and down the Hudson River, she devotes her time to caring for her aging pet walrus, arranging her voodoo doll-pin collection and practicing rhythmic chants. At this moment, she is busy sweeping up the loose masala chai tea leaves she spilled all over the kitchen floor. (Probably because she needs COFFEE.) Wait. Is that something…sparkly?

Taryn hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!

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Thanks again for stopping by. I hope you enjoyed this interview and wish you the best of luck with your latest release. Many sales!

Guest Blogger: Valerie Mann

I’ve Been Reincarnated

Don’t ask me how I know this, but it’s obvious I wasn’t always a white female baby boomer. What was I in a previous life? A Latina. Probably from the Caribbean or Central America, and very passionate about her culture. And her men. Oh yeah.

I don’t even believe in reincarnation, but the facts are very clear:

  1.  All but one of my published stories contains a Latin character. I didn’t realize this until I counted.
  2. Even when I don’t intend it, a Latin character sneaks into my work. Always. Not saying they’re sneaky on the whole, just saying MY Latin characters are. The men especially. Obviously, they know they’re welcome.
  3. I took four languages in high school, including several years of French and Russian. One year of español…and it’s the only language I remember and can still read and understand. If that’s not proof, I don’t know what is. Nobody remembers high school languages. Seriously, don’t lie, you know I’m right.
  4. I used to get teased at work for eating pickled jalapenos and other hot peppers for lunch (my mouth just started watering as I typed that).
  5. I think any food that ends in –ito or –illa should be part of the Food Pyramid.
  6. I made Mexican Lasagna last night for dinner. Ate leftovers for lunch. With a lovely hot sauce on the side.
  7. The list goes on and on…

I don’t know why I have this unusual fascination with all things Hispanic. But I’m chalking it up to a past life. It makes sense. Of course I also get choked up when I see pictures of the Scottish Highlands, I make a mean shortbread, and when I smell heather, I swoon. But I don’t write about men in kilts or clansmen, now do I?? More proof I have salsa, not haggis, running through my veins.

In my latest book, First Comes Marriage, I brought two new Latinos to the 1Night Stand series at Decadent Publishing. Alex showed up first, because he’s self-centered and likes face time (and he’s so darn cute, I couldn’t say no), but the story is about his brother, Christian Ramos and the lovely Anglo, Beth Malone. While culturally and ethnically quite different, they both have the same wants and goals, and when they reach a crossroad in life at the same time, Madame Eve steps in and offers more than a one-night stand date. She offers marriage! An arranged marriage. What might have sent Beth and Chris running and screaming in opposite directions not so long ago, now seems like something that just might work. Did it work?

Read for yourself.



“We need to get this over with.”

Her eyes widened in shock. “Get what over with?” But she knew.

He dropped his hand and gave her a rueful smile. “We’re married. I want to make love to my wife.” He waited for her to respond again and when she didn’t, he added, “Now.”

Beth blinked. Her heart started beating again. She liked a man who knew what he wanted. Especially when he wanted her. Stretching up, she gave him a light kiss. He clasped her waist with both hands and pulled her against him, fusing his mouth to hers, nothing like he had during their wedding. He invaded her, tasting and exploring with his tongue, forcing her to open for him.

She wound her arms around his neck and gave in, letting the invasion happen. Every fear disappeared and the only trembling happening was from desire. Her breasts swelled, aching to be touched. She wanted him. How wonderful he was hers.

Chris eased away but didn’t let go, wearing the same dazed look she must have had after their wedding kiss. He stepped back a few paces, bringing her with him, until he reached the bed.

“Turn around.”

Beth narrowed her eyes but obeyed. The zipper on the back of her dress descended and the silky garment puddled at her feet as he turned her back to face him. His hungry gaze swept over her, and she shivered with anticipation. Leaning in, he kissed the space between her breasts, his face tight with desire. No man had ever looked at her body that way…so appreciative.

Reaching behind her, he unhooked her bra, and tossed it on the floor to join the dress. Her nipples stood at attention, swollen and needy. She shivered again.

He tilted his head back. “Am I going too fast?”

She cupped his face and gave him a hard kiss. “Hurry,” she whispered.


Who agrees to an arranged marriage in the 21st century? Beth Malone can’t believe a date request with the 1Night Stand service morphed into an arranged marriage offer. But after a heartbreaking divorce and no knight in shining armor coming to sweep her off her feet, her desire to find that knight and have a family is looking more like a dream than a reality.

After filling out a 1Night Stand questionnaire worthy of the CIA, Christian Ramos is stunned when Madame Eve offers to arrange more than a date for one night: she suggests a wife! What the hell? After his best friend Jackson Castillo stops laughing, he advises him to consider the offer. Between the fortieth birthday looming on the horizon and his Latino upbringing, Chris is forced to take a hard look at his life. Reality check—time is running out for what he wants—a family and a woman to share his life.

First comes love, then comes marriage isn’t part of their matrimonial situation, but neither Beth nor Christian anticipated the immediate attraction and contentment that comes with saying, “I do.”

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Valerie Mann has lived from sea to shining sea and currently resides in Raleigh, North Carolina. She has her own romance hero husband, five children, and two lazy cats. She started writing when she figured out her school chums would listen to her stories, with “The Stolen Ring”, a riveting tale about a ring stolen from a museum gumball machine, being her first critical success. Between family, authorly stuff, managing and editing for an electronic publisher and whatever else she can cram into a day, she’s having way too much fun. She loves to hear from her readers! ValerieMann09@yahoo.com

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To win a copy of Valerie’s first 1Night Stand book, To Feel Again, and a $5 Amazon gift card, just leave a comment about who you think you’d like to be if you were reincarnated. Make sure to leave your email address in the body of the comment, so Valerie can choose the winner on the 8th December. Good luck!

New Release: Threesome Sweetness by JoAnne Kenrick


Book three in the bestselling Irish Kisses series.

Bell’s Irish Pub, where the drinks are cool and the service is HAWT. Tasty treats await you.


PAIRINGS: m/f/m m f/m


GENRE: contemporary romance

PUBLISHER: www.decadentpublishing.com



A shot of Threesome Sweetness stirs up emotions….

Elizabeth, a part-time manager of Bell’s Irish Pub and business student, is newly hitched. Her marriage could use a serious shake up, but she finds shopping a more therapeutic use of her time.

If Todd’s wife is happy, he’s happy. But it seems nothing is putting a sweet smile on her face these days, not even her friends at Bell’s. So he contacts 1NightStand and arranges the one thing he knows she doesn’t necessarily want but definitely needs for her thirtieth birthday; a threesome.

Enter cowboy Cade, who’s in London, England hoping to make a restaurant franchise deal. After weeks of doors slamming shut, he uses the 1Night Stand agency in hopes of sprinkling some fun over his overseas business trip and perhaps to learn what he’s missing out on by being relationship shy.

A harmless night of intimacy is planned.

Is a dash of Threesome Sweetness the remedy each is looking for, or will the date leave a bitter aftertaste each will regret for the rest of their lives?

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“Ten minutes in here and I’ll need ta strip down ta nothing. Phew.” She wafted

her hand over her face, puffing out her cheeks.

“My dear, that is the plan.” Winking, he slipped out of his robe and bundled it to make a pillow before lounging back.

“We can’t strip in a public sauna.” Peering through the tiny glass window, she prayed nobody was around to see her husband butt naked.

“Here’s the fun part—the sauna is ours for a whole hour. We can do whatever we like in here.”

“Really? What if someone happens ta look in?”

“The main door to this area is locked, so we’re safe.”

“In that case….” She untied the belt around her waist and let the material slide over the curve of her hips to the floor. Pulling in a deep breath, she paraded in front of him. A click. Sounds of the door opening. Her back stiffened, she dared not look behind her.

Oh crap.

“Hmm, your photo does not do you justice, Elizabeth.” Someone slid his hand around her waist then spanked her buttocks.

“How dare ya?” Jerking in response, she spun to face the intruder. He loomed over her, devilishly handsome…and butt naked! Her knees almost gave way at the delicious sight of him before anger bubbled at the crude intrusion.

“Ma’am, I do believe I’m apart of your birthday present…if you accept it, that is.”

“What have ya done, Todd? Did ya go ta a strip club ta arrange a threesome or something? Gross!” She turned to her husband, trying to avert her stare from the new eye candy.

“No, no, ma’am. I’m not a whore. I’m your date for the evening. It’s all very tasteful and safe…through 1Night Stand. I guess this birthday present was somewhat of a surprise for you.”

“Good guess.”

He traced his thumb over the peak of her breasts, causing the sensitive flesh to tingle and send heat rushing down to her tummy. Then, with a whisper-soft touch, he stroked under the curve of her fleshy mounds and groaned. “I do hope to be buried deep inside you soon, if you’re agreeable.”



Sweet Irish Kiss, book 1

Shamrocked, book 2

Coming November 30th 2012


Hot winter kisses are all this couple needs to stay warm this Christmas, but will the heat stay long after the magical season of mistletoe has finished?


Author bio:

Born n bred Brit, JoAnne Kenrick grew up in a wee sea-side town in North Wales and has enjoyed a variety of vocations such as holistic healer, window dresser, and ghost tour guide. Having lived in Wales, England, and Scotland with her dear family, she finally escaped the dull British summers to reside in sunny Australia. After two years, they moved to the States where she endured three harsh winters in Minnesota. She now lives in North Carolina with her husband, two kids and two puddy cats. When they aren’t demanding her attention, or jumping on her head, she strums away on the keys of her little laptop, creating worlds and adventures she could only ever dream of. Come across the pond and faraway….with JoAnne Kenrick! www.joannekenrick.com

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