Guest Author Day with Avril Ashton

To get us started can you tell us a little about what you are working on or have coming out?

I have about a million things going on all at once, but right now my focus is on the WICKED series, out February first from eXtasy books. I’m in the middle of working on book three while doing rewrites on book two. The Wicked series is all about criminals—I didn’t want to write straight laced characters. But I also wanted to give them an outlet to voice their reasons for doing what they do. These are their stories. In their own words.

Do you have any guilty pleasures?

I have lots of pleasures, none I’d consider guilty. I take much pleasure in writing, music and my family. Although they run a close second to food. Yes, I love to eat and I hate cooking. Funny, huh? I also love the Investigation Discovery channel. So informative, so full of what ifs. J

 

What is the hardest scene you have had to write (published or not)? Why? I’ve been lucky enough to not have that problem, yet. I pretty much find the appropriate—to me—music for that scene, close my eyes and let the characters talk to me. As yet they haven’t disappointed.

If you had a reporter follow you around for the day, what would the readers get to see in your daily schedule?  The most boring life. Ever. Here’s the thing, I try to not leave my house at all, but there’s the whole pesky day-job thing. Weekdays, I’m up at 6:30 to prepare the offspring for school. The bus gets her at 7:30 then I’m back inside where I sit on the couch and write until midday. By then I act like a housewife and do the chores, prepare for dinner and get the kiddo off the bus at 3. We hang for the rest of the day. If I have to work, I leave the house at 3pm and the Spousal Equivalent takes over house duties. I live a very boring, ordinary life. Wouldn’t have it any other wayJ  

When you begin your stories, do you go with the flow, or go with an outline? Flow, always. Outlines rarely help; my characters have certain ideas of what should happen and when I try to influence that they rebel.

Is it hard coming up with titles or characters names? LOL, no. It’s fun for me. I love an eye-catching title, sexy and provocative. Names I labor over, but only because I want it to be original. The more unusual, the better. You won’t find a Dick and Jane in my stories anytime soon.

What does your workstation look like? I don’t have a workstation. I put my feet up on the couch, netbook in my lap and write. Or on the bed, back against the headboard. At the day-job, I have a desk-like area, but that’s it.

When you're not writing, what do you like to do to just kick back and have fun? I love TV, got some amazing shows I’m addicted to. I don’t leave the house so that’s it. I’ve been trying to get the SE to teach me to play SuperMario on the Wii, but the kid seems to think the game system is all hers. 

Do you ever experience writer's block? If you do, how do you cope with it? I haven’t had any writer’s block, knock on wood, but if I think anything is missing or needs help, music fixes it. Always.

Were you an avid reader as a child? What type of books did you enjoy reading? Whoot! Yes, in caps please J I’ve recently become re-acquainted with many high school friends on Facebook, and no one is surprised when I tell them about my writing. Everyone’s like, well, yeah, your nose was always in a book. LoL. I went through the Nancy Drews, Sweet Valleys and Hardy Boys pretty quickly. Where I grew up we didn’t have a huge selection of books, but I read any and everything I could find.  

Tell us a bit about your latest book, and what inspired you to write such a story. Like most of my inspiration it just comes. I kept getting freeze frames of certain scenes until I had to write it down. The heroine of A Wicked Ride is very, uh, outspoken and unapologetic, she kept needling me until I devoted time to her story full time.

BLURB~ Sasha Forde has hung up her thieving stilettos, but a visit from a mobster sends her back to her old life. In order to save her family—and herself—from jail, she must steal evidence hidden in a lawyer’s office. She sets out to do what she considers a simple B and E, but someone else has arrived first. And he holds her life in his tattooed hands. Not for long.

Niko Davaris is all about revenge on the man who tried to kill him. The evidence he stole is the first step in that direction. He’s not thrilled to wake up with a gun to his head. The woman on the other end is cocky, smug and too damn hot for her own good. He wants her, she wants the evidence. When she takes it and disappears, he gives chase. Battle lines are blurred as they give in to temptation, but on a ride like this, someone has to come out on top. Who will it be?

Is there any books coming that you are itching to read (either electronic or print) from your favorite authors? I wish there was more time to indulge in reading. I’ve become obsessed with M/M stories lately and been devoting reading time to read those. There are many books I’m itching to read, too much to count, but I haven’t got the time.

 

If you were to replenish your cabinets with one junk food, what would it be? I can’t pick only one. It has to be three: Corona beers, black, rum cake from my sister-in-law, and whipped cream. LOL  

What is one thing scientists should invent? More time in the day. Please, someone. Anyone? More time.

Are you a morning person or a night person? Both, I think. A cup of coffee, some music and I’m good in the mornings. And I can stay up til all hours at night, hanging with the SE, watching whatever’s on TV.

Where can readers find you on the ‘Net?  My website www.avrilashton.weebly.com, here you’ll find book covers, blurbs and excerpts.

www.avril-ashton.blogspot.com, I chronicle my ride here, talk about anything and everything and interview fellow authors. I try to do something at least twice a week.

www.facebook.com/writeravrilashton, and www.twitter.com/#!/AvrilAsh, friend me here. I’m always on, hanging with my peeps.

**To celebrate my release, I’m holding a contest over at my blog. One lucky commenter will get a copy of A Wicked Ride. Details on the contest and ways to enter can be found HERE. You have til Feb 5 to enter. 

ADULT EXCERPT of A WICKED RIDE:

Publisher link www.extasybooks.com. 

Buy HERE

Three guesses on the identity of the culprit riding her bumper. 

Sasha gripped the steering wheel of her silver 2010 Jaguar XK Coupe with both hands covered in fingerless gloves. She pressed down on the gas with a foot encased in black, thigh high Louboutins. The headlights of the pursuing SUV drew closer in her rearview. 

She grinned. Well, damn. Finally. 

It’d been two days—a girl could only wait for so long. She’d thought he wouldn’t come looking for her. But here he was. He wanted the flash drive and she wanted his body. 

One ride on the train would purge him from her thoughts. Just her luck he’d come when she was on her way to remove the drive from its hiding place. She had a few days left on Vicente’s deadline, but she wanted to get the whole thing over with.

Sasha came up on the turnoff to her house and headed in the opposite direction. No way was she leading him to her front door. She had the perfect place to ensure the privacy they needed for the many things she wanted to do to him. 

The man was built—it took all her restraint to keep from climbing his naked ass the other night. His tattoos took up an entire sleeve on his left hand and expanded to cover his heart. Black, swirling tribal symbols, exotic and mesmerizing like him. She finally got to see the color of his eyes—honey-brown, flecked with green and gold. So beautiful. 

But his cock had her waking up at night with her fingers buried in her pussy, calling out Niko’s name. She couldn’t get the itch he’d created scratched. In a desperate move, she’d picked up the phone at about three AM last night. She’d have slaked her hunger for Niko on her jump-off, Miles, but he didn’t pick up.

Sasha pulled up in the back of the warehouse the gang had used for meetings. Since they’d broken up, the place stood empty. The crunch of gravel signaled the arrival of the Range Rover. She hopped out of the car into the gathering dusk and headed for the door of the warehouse. 

Niko’s car door slammed. “Running from me, Sasha?” 

What the hell is he talking about? Doesn’t he realize I’m offering myself up like a buffet? Sasha chuckled. She unlocked the heavy metal door of the warehouse, pushed it open and stepped inside. Hot, musty air filled her lungs. A sneeze tickled the back of her throat. 

She pulled on the chain for the overhead bulb. Bright yellow light illuminated the empty space with a hum as Niko barreled through the door. Sasha spun around. He stopped short and they stared at each other. 

She took in his narrowed eyes, flared nostrils and heaving chest. Her body felt taut, strung tight. She needed his touch, needed him like nothing else, ever.

Sneak Peek into Lynn Crain's Santa Elves Series

The View From Santa's Sleigh
Book 1 in Santa Elves Series
Lynn Crain
Fantasy/Paranormal Romance/Holiday
Available at Extasy Books, Amazon, and other fine online book venders
NOTE-Print book contains books 1-3 only. Also individually in E-book format as well.

Blurb:

Tessa, very let down by love, is surprised to find herself comforted by the red-suited man himself on Christmas Eve. Thinking that he is the figment of her slightly tipsy mind, she pours her heart out to him, hoping for just a little love and understanding. 

But Tessa gets more than she bargained for, and an elf named Jedrick gets the Christmas present of a lifetime. In only a short time, both find themselves realizing their love is for more than just the holiday season. 

Their very humorous love-story is told amidst the backdrop of a post Christmas North Pole and the winter in Reno.

By reading this excerpt you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age or older.

Excerpt:

But the man who lay beside her was nothing like the one in Reno. He was downright gorgeous. His amber hair hanging in lush waves to almost his shoulders made her want to run her fingers through it. His long limbs held just a touch of muscle and bulged in all the right places. A five o'clock shadow gave him that scruffy look she loved so much on a face with deep-set eyes and smooth lines. She tried to imagine what his eyes looked like when something caught her attention...his ears.

Oh, my God, Tessa thought, he has pointy ears. Leaning over him, she ever so lightly ran her fingertips over the cartilage protrusions. They felt soft and warm to the touch. She could really get into this. She jerked her hand back immediately when he began to stir. Waiting for a few moments, she reached out again to touch the luscious lobes when a hand caught her wrist.

"Do you know what that does to a man? A full grown elf-man?" the deep voice said sleepily.

"Ummm...I can't say that I do," Tessa said, pulling her hand back to her chest. She wanted to reach out and touch him...touch the skin that seemed so warm and inviting...and anywhere else her hands might wander. This guy, pointy ears and all, really turned her on.

He leaned up on his elbows and shook his head as if to clear the cobwebs from his sleep-laden mind. "Should I explain exactly what happens when you touch an elf's ears like that?"

All her nerve endings tingled with unrestrained desire when he said those words. She smiled and wondered just how far this would go before he realized she knew he wasn't a real elf. After all, there weren't any real elves. "Your eyes are beautiful. They are so blue...azure blue like an island lagoon...yes, by all means, please explain."

He arched his eyebrow at her. "All right, remember you asked for it." Putting his arms behind his head, he stretched out his body and kicked off all the covers. "Why don't you stroke one of my ears and watch my body's reaction? Then I'll explain it if you don't fully understand."

Intrigued, she lifted her hand to stroke the point closest to her. Slowly, she trailed her fingers down the warm lobe and tweaked on the bottom of his ear. She touched the point again and let her gaze roam his wonderful body, stopping to stare at the bulge in his crotch lifting a pair of faded sweat pants. The guy was right...his body responded slowly...and she wanted to get a look at what was growing under the material. She could feel more than see that he was capable of filling her body completely. With every stroke to his ear, his cock continued to grow and soon she had the elf moaning in pleasure. 

The man panted and she could tell that he tried hard to catch his breath. 

"When you caress an elf's ears, like you are, you put him in a near state of ecstasy. It is very common in lovemaking to stroke an elf's ears, but you must be prepared to accept the consequences." His look was as soft as a caress.

"The consequences?" she questioned, still stroking the soft flesh. There was a tingling slowly building in the pit of her stomach.

"Yeah...hard and fast consequences," he murmured. He looked at her and the double meaning of his gaze seemed very obvious. His gaze dropped from her eyes to her shoulders to her breasts. "Among other things."

"Wow..." she murmured and continued to gently caress the appendage, allowing her hand to trail to his neck. Tessa watched his eyes become darker and stormier by the minute. Soon, she became tired of sticking strictly with the head region...she wanted more. "Do you mind if I touch you in other places?" she murmured, slowly licking her lips.

"Mind?" his voice came out almost a croak. "No...I don't mind at all...do you mind if I do the same?"

She grinned and scooted down to face him. "By all means...let's take this as far as you want...I need to make sure that I get what Angie paid for." 

"Angie?" he asked. "Who's Angie?"

Sneak Peek into Visionquest by Laura Tolomei

Shapeshifting never sounded better!

Visionquest

By Laura Tolomei

GENRE: GLBT (m/m), Horror, Shapeshifter, Dark Fantasy, Paranormal, Romance, m/m/m, m/m/m/m

ISBN: 978-1-55487-724-9

HEAT LEVEL: 4 flames

RELEASE DATE: November 15^th, 2010

PUBLISHER: eXtasy Books

COVER: Angela Water

Read more on Laura's Website HERE

Buy at Extasy Books HERE 

BLURB

It wasn’t till he took me to his bed and made love to me, for the first time—no competition between us, no unspoken challenge, no master-slave, no blood, no death, nothing but intense emotions overwhelming me with the sheer power of his feelings, a sea so deep, a tide so strong I thought I’d drown as he took me face up, raising my legs above his shoulders and plunging deep before preying on my mouth, too, in a never-ending kiss that took my breath, not to mention my resolve, away—that in spite of everything, I gave him what he wanted most, my soul in its entirety, for I knew right there and then I was sealing my destiny forever.

M/M/M HOT EROTICA

Compliant as always, I dropped to my knees, already burying my face in his crotch to breathe deeply of his musky scent before freeing what had already hardened considerably. As I opened my mouth to engulf it entirely, gagging immediately in the haste of my hunger, Alexiander circled us—running his hand now on my hair, now on Lord Brahany’s, fascinated by both, or maybe trying to decide which he liked best—while his own erection grew noticeably, straining against the tight cloth holding it prisoner. Busy with the huge cock plunging almost to my throat, having to block it with my tongue brushing its sturdy length in repeated laps, I wondered briefly whether I should take the other one, too—

No, I’ll handle him! The master’s imperious voice boomed in my head. Just suck mine for now.

So I renewed my pampering, drawing the bulging head deeper with each sensual lick of the soft, bumpy skin crossed by thick veins that enlarged it even more. Following the same rhythm, my hands slid to accompany the bobbing head to increase his pleasure.

“You certainly trained him well.” Alexiander’s voice caught me off guard, intent as I was in swallowing the entire cock, almost to its balls, before a choking convulsion made me cough and draw back.

“Oh, he can do better than this.” Pushing my face against his crotch and holding it still with an iron grip, the Seigneuros shoved his thick equipment straight down to my throat, packing to get it all inside while I couldn’t breathe, pulling away only before I asphyxiated. Then without giving me time to recover, he thrust again hard and deep, repeating the same dangerous sequence as if he wanted to prove to Lord Bharton I could actually swallow it whole. “But you ought to try it yourself.”

Yeah, especially if he wants to see me dead. I couldn’t help the sarcastic comment, half teasing and half serious at the way he was treating me.

Again, I didn’t request your opinion. But he couldn’t hide a faint grin before pushing my head back on the demanding shat, making it slide all the way down to his balls and blocking it on the position. But I’ll spare your life. Knowing what a good swimmer I was, he had calculated down to the last second how much air I could hold, so released his hold just in time. Now if you get over yourself, I’ll let you suck on your own.

Too gracious, Master.

But situations changed rapidly with him, so with his usual imperious style, he called me back to my duties, so I hurried to their side, noiselessly, as he freed the cock straining to the point I thought it would burst even before I had the chance to wet it. But I wasn’t supposed to touch it, I realized immediately, simply to suck what the Seigneuros controlled as if it were his. He held it for me to wrap my mouth around, then shoved it to make me swallow it, pushing Alexiander’s ass forward with his own crotch, so the young man had only to stay still while we did all the work.

With his usual imperious style, he called me back to my duties, so I hurried to their side, noiselessly, as he freed the cock straining to the point I thought it would burst even before I had the chance to wet it. But I wasn’t supposed to touch it, I realized immediately, simply to suck what the Seigneuros controlled as if it were his. He held it for me to wrap my mouth around, then shoved it to make me swallow it, pushing Alexiander’s ass forward with his own crotch, so the young man had only to stay still while we did all the work.

“Then we don’t need him.” And yet, Alexiander pushed his hips forward to drown in my wet cavity, which only made me feel sadder to think I’d be sent away while all I wanted was for someone to stick a hard cock in my ass and hammer it long and hard.

“Oh, no, he’s my present to you and that’s why we need him.”

Puzzled at his answer, I raised my gaze, but the only answer I received was that he grabbed me and brought me to a couch, removing my pants on the way. Then he made me kneel facing the wall, propping my ass out and briefly sticking a couple of moist fingers to check if a cock could slide inside without too much friction. Unsurprisingly, the hole gave in immediately to his pressure, sucking him effortlessly, proving once again that my treacherous flesh didn’t give a damn about feelings, wanting only to be used by a powerful shaft—the bigger, the better—capable of hammering whatever sense it lacked deep into it.

And the master must’ve reached the same conclusion for he slapped the round buns, to him a sign of satisfaction with my doings, before returning to Lord Bharton’s side. “And his ass is definitely something you don’t want to miss.”

“But I want you to take me.”

“One doesn’t exclude the other.” Taking a firm hold of Alexiander’s hand, he pulled him to me, then nudged the tip of the erection against my butt’s entrance. “And this is just the first step.” Having taken complete charge of both of us, neither of us opposed him as he spread my buns wide apart and thrust the shaft through the tender opening, hard, maybe a bit too much at first, to get it fast inside.

A puppet in his hands, Alexiander groaned the deeper his cock reached, cramming my rear rhythmically in obeisance to Lord Brahany’s commands, though only after the Seigneuros aimed his erection at Alexiander’s ass did I feel him really twitch in pleasurable anticipation. Then his weight crashed on me, pushed over by my master’s forceful entry, the moan of pleasure escaping young Bharton’s lips unmistakable, and the real ramming began, starting from the Seigneuros’s powerful shoves that seemed to end directly in my ass as if there wasn’t another body between us. In my frenzied state, it all seemed one single movement, not two separate ones, yet with the strength of both, pushing inside me and penetrating so deep I thought they’d come out of my mouth. Slamming frantically, they rubbed the flesh to a scorching point, not just the tight walls squeezing the demanding shaft to keep it satisfied, but also my stomach, my balls, every muscle I could count enflamed by the possessive friction until it all whirled together and I literally burst like a balloon with too much pressure, flooding couch and hand with gallons of fluid.