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Wednesday, November 26, 2014

TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Lonestar Heroes) by Becky McGraw

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TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Lonestar Heroes) by Becky McGraw
The first book in a new romantic suspense series

About the Series:

LOGAN’S LONESTAR HEROES, a new western romantic suspense series by Becky McGraw
Dave Logan, former recon marine and ex-cop is a man who lived inside the box of government restrictions and red tape for many years. When he had enough of seeing criminals and corruption continue despite his best efforts because of that red tape, he decided to do something about it. He assembled a group of likeminded men with unique skill sets, cowboys of a different sort, to combat crime in the new wild, wild west.Deep Six Security exists to fill the gap between the right and wrong side of the law. The men of Deep Six operate just beyond the box. They are willing to do what it takes to keep their home state safe. They are patriots, rebels and most importantly renegades. They are as different as night and day, but they have one thing in common, their love of God, country and the great state of Texas.

If the six pack doesn’t work, there’s always a shotgun and a shovel…

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TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Lonestar Heroes)

Blurb:

Dave Logan, owner of Deep Six Security, is stunned when former Dallas FBI head, Susan Whitmore, darkens his doorstep accusing him of being the cause of her losing her job. After hearing her situation, Dave feels something he never expects to feel--sorry for her. But he also knows any problems she had at the agency were all her own fault. The woman has a tongue so sharp it could rip a man to shreds, and had many times. There was a reason her agents dubbed her the Barracuda.

Although Dave needs agents in the worst way, and Susan, with an IQ higher than Einstein, better skills and more experience than any of his men, along with a master's degree in criminal justice, is more than qualified to be a member of his team, he just doesn't need the drama she and her mouth would bring to Deep Six . Even as his brain said no way though, his damned white-knight complex forces him to offer her a job as his temporary secretary.

Realizing he's made a huge mistake hiring her, Dave calls in favors to get her interviews to get her out of his office. Before he can get rid of her though, Dave gets a new case only Susan can help him with. A wealthy Dallas oilman and his trophy wife ordered a designer baby from a local fertility clinic, and the surrogate has gone missing with the baby. The couple wants Deep Six Security to investigate the facility and find the baby, but the only way Dave can do that is to get inside. To get inside his only option is to go undercover with Susan, posing as a wealthy married couple looking for a baby. What they find when they get to the spa-like compound is frightening. Payoffs, missing surrogates and young women being used as lab rats are just the tip of the iceberg.

Can two alpha personalities, both used to being in charge, work together long enough to figure out what's going on at the clinic, or will they kill each other before the bad guys at the facility have a chance? If they're lucky, perhaps the delicious friction between them will turn into something so hot the place spontaneously combusts. Or if they're luckier, maybe it will turn into something which might just last till death do them part.


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MILD EXCERPT, TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Lonestar Heroes)
Excerpt from TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Heroes) (c) Becky McGraw, 2014, all rights reserved. Photo may not be copied, reproduced, shared or used in any way without written permission.


Dave’s foot slid on the papers under his desk again, and he cleared his throat. This was the worst idea he’d ever had and he knew like hell he was going to regret it, but he couldn’t stop the white knight inside of him from laying his neck into the cradle of the guillotine. “Do you have any secretarial skills?”
Susan laughed loudly. “I’m a former federal agent with a master’s degree in criminal justice, an IQ higher than Einstein, and a black belt in jiu jitsu. You want to offer me a secretarial job?” Her tone indicated she thought he was a moron. That was the problem. Susan Whitmore thought everyone was an idiot except for her.
Well, she wasn’t as smart as she thought she was evidently.

Dave shrugged, as he leaned back in his chair to casually tent his fingers. “You walked out of a federal agency management job with no notice. I suspect that’s all you’ll be able to find immediately considering those circumstances.” And your attitude, he added mentally. “But I understand you’ll be looking for something else while you work here.” Leaning forward again, he propped his arms on his desk and pinned her with his eyes. “As long as you can manage to rein in your mouth and get along with the guys, it could be a mutually beneficial temporary arrangement.”

Very temporary if she couldn’t manage that.

Susan pushed up to her feet to put her hands on her hips to glare down at him. “You’re an arrogant asshole, Dave Logan.”

Dave laughed. “Takes one to know one, sweetheart.”



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18+ HOT EXCERPT, TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Lonestar Heroes)

Excerpt from TILL DEATH (#1, Logan's Heroes) (c) Becky McGraw, 2014, all rights reserved.

Dave huffed a breath too as he followed Mac out of the conference room. Yes, the sooner he got Susan out of his office the better. He had been avoiding her like the plague, hadn’t seen her since their confrontation over the popsicles, but he knew now his luck was running out.

Against all odds, his men were becoming attached to her and she was obviously encouraging it. The last thing he needed in this office was friction or drama, and he could see it coming with the new Susan Whitmore fan club. Dave just needed her gone, before she embedded herself into his group and removing her would be like extracting a cactus spine.
Just as he rounded the corner into the outer office, Susan walked out of the kitchen toward him. She was sucking on something, but it didn’t look like a popsicle. When she got closer he realized it was some kind of candy. It was also the first time he’d seen her that day, or any day since the day he told her to lose the baggy suits.

Her new uniform of choice was skin tight yoga pants and a tank top. No wonder his men were gaga. Dave just barely kept his own tongue from flapping out of his mouth, as his eyes ticked over her full breasts and down her mile-long, muscular legs to her toes while she walked over to her desk. Dave knew Susan was athletic, and over the years he’d often wondered what her body looked like under those baggy black suits. Well he didn’t have to wonder anymore. Every square inch of her tight body was right there for him to see. There was absolutely nothing left to his imagination. Good God—she was built like a brick shithouse. His body quickly registered that fact too.

Susan paused at her desk and held his eyes as she slowly slid the white stick out of her mouth until a round, pink ball appeared. She stopped to twirl the candy between her lips, which made matters much, much worse. As she pulled the candy from her mouth, it made a sucking, popping noise and Dave bit back a groan.

Susan’s eyebrow lifted, and she smiled. Waving the candy at him, she said breezily, in that husky voice of hers, “Howdy, stranger. Did I catch you before you scurried into your office like a cockroach? Or did you need something?”

Now, that was definitely a loaded question, Dave thought, as he stood there staring at her breasts. He couldn’t help himself from giving his imagination free rein. Unless she was a mind reader, it wouldn’t hurt, and he didn’t think her super brain had given her that superpower. If it had, he was probably a dead man, because with her standing right there in front of him, he imagined her throaty, raspy voice would sound just that way when she moaned as he lifted her hips and shoved his aching cock inside of her body. Her body would make that delicious sucking, popping noise she’d made with the candy when he pulled back out. He’d fuck her slowly, torture her until she begged him to make her come. His name would be a hoarse, almost soundless, whisper on her full lips when he finally gave her what she asked for. Her body would clutch his dick, squeeze it like a vise, pulling him further inside of her with every pulsation of her orgasm, until he came too. Dave would fuck her all night long in every position he could think of, and some that had yet to be invented. She would have to beg him for a few minutes to catch her breath in that same raspy voice.

If given the chance, Dave would spend all night long, hell a week, giving her exactly what she was asking for by wearing those clothes, sucking that damned candy, and using that breathy whisper. At that second, he wanted that more than he wanted his next breath.

As much fire as this woman had inside of her, he imagined she would be a freak between the sheets. He wanted to meet that freak and teach her a lesson about teasing a man. Tie that freak to his bed and keep her there until he worked her out of his system.

Dave’s chin dropped to his chest, a groan rumbled in his chest and his breathing hitched, as his cock went rock solid behind his fly. He was surprised when he felt a finger under his chin right before it was tipped upward. His eyes met Susan’s curious blue stare and the spell was broken.

“You okay, boss man? You look a little…flushed,” she purred.

With a smug grin, she held his gaze and lifted the candy ball, stuck out her tongue and curled it to twirl the candy in the well, then flicked her tongue over it making little mewling noises in her throat. When she added slow flirtatious sweeps of her eyelashes over her big blue eyes, Dave knew for sure she was playing him, and he wasn’t amused.

She’s a very smart woman.

Evidently more than smart enough to figure out that his problem with her eating the popsicles was about a lot more than a drip trail in the kitchen. And he was almost certain now that the skin-tight yoga suits weren’t about comfort. This was her bid to pay Dave back for his baggy suit comment. Mind games to teach him a lesson.

Because Susan Whitmore thought she was smarter than him.

She would be the one learning a lesson today. About him. “I need to see you in my office, now,” Dave growled as he turned to stomp toward his office


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***BONUS*** 5-ALARM HOT 18+ ONLY CUT LOVE SCENE FROM TILL DEATH (Scene is not included in final manuscript)



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About the author

Becky McGraw is a married mother of three adult children, and a Southern girl by birth and the grace of God, ya'll. One of several career changes transplanted Becky and her family to Indiana where she lived for sixteen years. Presently, she resides in Corpus Christi, Texas with her husband and dog Abby.

A jack of many trades in her life, Becky has been an optician, a beautician, a legal secretary, a senior project manager for an aviation management consulting firm, which took her all over the United States, a real estate broker, and now a graphic artist, web designer and writer.

She knows just enough about a variety of topics to make her dangerous, and her romance novels interesting and varied. Being a graphic artist is a good thing for her too, because she creates her own cover art, along with writing the novels.

Becky has been an avid reader of romance novels since she was a teenager, and has been known to read up to four novels of that genre a week, much to the dismay of her husband, and the delight of e-book sellers.

She has been writing fictional short stories and novels for fun, as well as technical copy for her jobs for many years. She was a member of the Writer's Guild on AOL during her last venture into writing romance, as well as a founding member and treasurer of the first online chapter of the Romance Writers of America, From the Heart Romance Writers. She is currently a member of the Romance Writers of America and From the Heart Romance Writers.

My Kind of Trouble is the first book released in a series called Texas Trouble. Other books in the series include THE TROUBLE WITH LOVE, DOUBLE THE TROUBLE, LOOKING FOR TROUBLE, TROUBLE IN DIXIE, and ASKING FOR TROUBLE, CHASING TROUBLE, HERE COMES TROUBLE.

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Friday, November 21, 2014

Kim Jones ~ Red





Red is living life in the spotlight, a place she always dreamed of. Stripping was a way of escaping from her past, and it was something she was well-known for. But, Red’s fight to remain queen isn’t the only battle she’s facing. And when the war against her addiction is won, it’s not in her favor.
Facing three to five years in a federal penitentiary, Red feels like her life is over. But, just like he always does, Luke Carmical, her childhood best friend, comes to the rescue. Only this time, he’s brought Devil’s Renegades Regg with him. Having no other option, Red is forced to spend the next ninety days in a place she’s never been and in the care of a man she hardly knows.
Spending three months of her life on a secluded farm turns out to be a lot more than Red bargained for. Because, it’s there that Regg stands by her side through endless hours of withdrawal, constant mood swings and restless pacing. It’s there that the MC family reminds her of their motto:love, loyalty and respect. And it’s there she learns that hitting rock bottom, doesn't keep you from falling…in love.








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SAVING DALLAS MAKING THE CUT
LUKE
I stood in the doorway, helpless as the woman that I had devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I wouldn’t be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand.

Breathe Luke.

Breathe.

The last thing I needed was to harm a part of myself in a way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back together.

“Luke.” I heard her whisper in her sleep. I knew a nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would.

I sat down my now cold coffee on the night stand and climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devil’s Renegades patch would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt Dallas’ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand.

“Please.” I heard Dallas cry as her body started to convulse into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears.

“I’m here, baby. I’m here.” I turned her to me and buried her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut at what I knew was to come.
   Screams.
Loud, blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her.

“Dallas. Wake up, baby. You are safe. No one can hurt you anymore.” I had said the words so many times, but each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink, and since I couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldn’t go by herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around the kitchen to service her every need.

Water.

Pain reliever.

More water.

Another round of tears, as her need for me sunk in.

Apologies from her.

Apologies from me.

Reassurances from her.

Reassurances from me.

Bathroom.

Back to bed.

As I carried her down the hall and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong, independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldn’t even take a piss on her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die, and the pleasure was gonna be all mine.



Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her writing and her role as ol’ lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas, was published in May of 2013. Saving Dallas Making the Cut, the sequel to Saving Dallas, was published in September 2013 and she plans to release Saving Dallas Forever, the final book in the Saving Dallas trilogy, in February 2014.
Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband Reggie, two dogs Neo and Maggie and a twenty pound cat named Cici.

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Tuesday, November 18, 2014

A New Life Series Intrepid By Samantha Jacobey


When past and present collide, how do you escape your fate?

Tori Farrell is finally on the path that leads to a bright future. Raised to be an assassin, she lived in a world consisting of drugs, sex, violence and murder. Gaining her freedom, and discovering her true identity, she has reconciled the life was born to have with the one she fought so hard to flee. Managing to hold on to her soul mate, she is pushing forward, refusing to allow the fear to hold her back any longer.

Taking her place in her brother’s band, Tori faces new challenges. Learning to live the life of a rock star seems easy enough, and she quickly gets a handle on what she holds most dear. Soon enough, the tables are turned, with the realization that the FBI has merely taken to the shadows, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Only when her former lover forces his way back into her life does it become clear; some things are simply meant to be...

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˃˃˃ WARNING: GRAPHIC SCENES: This book is intended for readers 18+ and contains scenes that may cause distress to some readers: Domestic Abuse, Kidnapping, Rape and Substance Abuse are described in detail.<<<

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Erika’s world is turned upside down when she agrees to a photography job for Landon, a sexy archaeologist with a passion for control. When he hires her for a shoot of a different nature, a BDSM demonstration on submission, Landon takes her into a lifestyle that has only been a curiosity for her. She must learn to let go of her control to follow her desire to submit. Can Erika come to terms with what she needs from Landon and learn to give up the control she clings to?

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When I first set out to write Black and White it was a joke, a simple let’s see if I can do this, and then it turned into my SPE project. Something happened that I didn't expect: I feel in love with the characters. I never really expected it to go far, but then because of contract reasons I had to send it to my publisher before I could do anything else with it. They accepted it, but because of issues with their time management and how they treat their staff and authors, I requested my rights back. They were granted back to me and I quickly went to get it out to the public.  Luckily for me, I had a great group of people behind me to help me make it happen.

Now, before you tell me that I want to be the next E.L. James. I never dreamt I’d be writing erotic romance, never mind BDSM erotic romance. It’s just something that happened. My husband and I have been in the life style for close to five or six years now. It’s something that is near and dear to my heart. That being said, just a couple notes about Black and White: It’s fiction, a BDSM relationship does not develop over a few nights or a few weeks, that’s what makes this fiction and fantasy; I've strived to stay true to the life style that I love so much, but I write fiction not self-help books. Please if you’re interested in the BDSM lifestyle, do your research, talk to someone who lives it, and no matter what stay safe. If you’re not interested in the lifestyle, please do not be so quick to judge. 
Thank you. 

Alexandra Webb


Alexandra lives in her office, where the coffee never runs out, the music plays and the chocolate magically appears. She adores reading, crafting and sleep. She often gets lost in her own world of writing. Spinning tales since she could speak, she knew she wanted to be an author in high school and she chased the dream everyone told her was ridiculous. Her preferred genre is paranormal romance with a flare for things a little less vanilla. Alexandra takes gifts of caffeine, candy and other sweets.

The leather covered stand was a rectangle on four feet and hit me a little below my waist. I nodded and bent over it, the edge hit right at my waist as I bet over my breasts hung off the other side. Exposed and vulnerable, my panic started to bubble in me. I started to get up, and he put a hand on my back. "Relax, remember your safe words."
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. "Green." I wouldn't let nervousness of something new take this experience from me. None of my ex’s could figure out what I needed in bed. At least Landon was willing to try something different.
He kicked my feet apart, forcing me into a less comfortable stance and exposing my wet core. I shivered, as the cold air seemed to touch me places it shouldn't have been able too. "Stay there. Don't move." He purred, and his footsteps grew soft as he moved away from me. A clicking sound grew in the room and I tried to turn my head to see what he was getting out of the chest.
"Uh uh, I said not to move."
I took a deep breath as my body clenched and the wetness dripped down my leg. The anticipation curled in me as my mind entertained ideas of what he could be plotting. When he returned something soft wrapped around my wrists and then my ankles. The four faint clicking sounds told me I was being restrained to the legs of the horse.
His hands brushed over my back. “How we doing, pet?"
"I'm good, I mean Green."
He chuckled and disappeared for another moment. I couldn’t help but pull on the restraints, testing them to see if they really held me in place. They bit into my skin the harder I pulled and the pressure of trying to rise up off the horse only pushed the wood into my hips.
There was a faint swooshing in the air and I mentally cursed as excitement filled me. I tried to reason with my brain, but I lost the battle. Something smacked my bottom and caused me to cry out. Whatever he had hit me with left a faint stinging on my ass, but I craved more. The craving made no sense, but as the pain faded, I found myself wiggling my ass for more.
"Very good." He praised and repeated the motion. This time my cry wasn't as loud, the third time I made more of a mewling noise as pain gave way to pleasure. He put the item down and his soft hand made loving circles on my ass over the stinging marks. I took shaking breaths as he soothed my sores. "You handled that well, but I think my little pet started to enjoy that." His hand slid between my legs, testing the wetness there. "Yes, yes you did." He slipped two fingers inside me, pressing against my sweet spot.
A thrill went through my body and a moan escaped from my mouth. His fingers stroked that delicious spot and pleasure started to build deep in the pit of my stomach. I let out a small noise of protest when he pulled his fingers out, leaving my core aching for more.
"You're very responsive, I like that, it makes things more fun." He lifted my hair and kissed the back of my neck. I tried to fight the shiver crawling down my back when his lips brushed against my skin, but it won out when the sound of his zipper echoed through the quiet room.
Never had sex come up so quickly in a relationship before, but I craved what he was willing to give me. I couldn't explain it, but I wanted to sleep with him...no, I wanted him to fuck me. I needed for him to use my body for his pleasure. My body and mind were too overwhelmed by the sensations to make any sense out of it. As if reading my thoughts he slammed into me, and I groaned as my muscles contracted around his large size, the head of his length rubbing against my sweet spot of surrender. His fingers found my clitoris and started to stroke in the same rhythm he pounded into me with.
Then it started to happen, my mind became fuzzy as I reached a point where I didn't care if I could move, or about the pain of the horse biting into my hips. All I cared about was the pleasure flowing through me at every touch he gave me. The thrusts changed between pleasure and a touch too rough, pressing me harder against the device, with my braid still wrapped around his wrist pain threaded through my body, but it only added to the pleasure. My toes started to curl as my muscles tensed. The pleasure built in my stomach, curling into a ball, waiting to explode. He flicked my delicate bud and tension in me became painful until a delicious tingling exploded through my body, each of my muscles relaxing as my core clenched and tightened around his cock.  With a final thrust his seed shot into my quivering body.
My vision seemed to fade as I continued to buck against the horse, riding out the pleasure. The smell of sex tainted the air and clung to my lungs as I tried to relearn how to breathe. My body slouched and relaxed against the furniture, welcoming the cool leather against my scorching skin. I no longer fought the restraints. Landon pulled out of me and moved to my front so I could see his spent cock. He ran a hand over my head and the motions calmed and soothed me. Disappearing from my view he started to unlatch my limbs, leaving the cuffs on my wrists. I stayed there and rolled my eyes up at him when he returned.
My limbs felt heavy and my mind still foggy from the insane orgasm he’d just given me. I could feel the soreness started to settle in. "I don't think I can move yet."



Today's Interview will be With Erika Witman. Let's see what she has to say!


What is your name?
 Erika Witman
Do you have a nickname? 
Not really, Sir calls me Pet a lot.
What is your hair color? 
Auburn-brown
What is your eye color? 
Brown, sometimes they look hazel
How old are you? 
Twenty-five
Where were you born? 
Colorado Springs
Where have you lived since then? 
No where, never left.
Where do you currently call home? 
Colorado Springs.
What is in your refrigerator right now?
 The left overs from the meals Sir has made me learn how to make. I’m getting better at this cooking thing.
What is on your bedroom floor?
 Nothing, I keep it clean, even from laundry. Sir likes a clean house.
What is on your nightstand?
 Books on photography and Photoshop, I’m going to get the hang of this digital stuff eventually.
What is in your garbage can?
Paper plates, trash from cooking dinner last night, and well the packaging from new room.
Who are the people you are closest to?
Jessica and of course Sir. I’m becoming close friends with Beau and Sheila
Who is your funniest friend?
Without a doubt, Jessica. The woman can make me laugh so hard I cry and her humor is always timed right.
What is your biggest fear?
Being sought after by a crazy person again
What is your most treasured possession?
My most reassured possession was my dad’s camera, sadly I no longer have it. Nothing has replaced it.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
Landon
What is your favorite journey?
This journey I’m on now, discovering my submission and what makes me tick.
Which living person do you most despise?
Geoffrey. Who the hell stalks someone…crazy bastard.
What is your greatest regret?
Currently? Going out without asking Landon, that led to a world of trouble.
Which talent would you most like to have?
The ease of which some people have for Photoshop.
What is the quality you most like in a man/woman?
The ability to be open and honest. Trust and communication are the two things I must have in partner.
What do you most value in your friends?
Loyalty and being there through thick and thin.
Who is your favorite hero of fiction or In real life?
Chuck is my hero of fiction. In real life, the people who deal with tragedy over and over and never blinking an eye.
Which living person do you most admire?
Those who fight for the lifestyle and are passionate about it.
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Does Sir count? If not it’s “I’m fine.”
What is your motto?
A picture is worth a thousand words…cliché I know.

Erika, Thank you for taking the time to answer some of these questions for us. I would like to wish you good luck on you journey. 


Now we Have Alexandra Webb here today to kinda tell us how Black & White Desires Became. Let's Welcome her and see what she has to say!


”What would you like to tell everyone about you that they wouldn't already know from reading your books?”
 I actually took photography in high school because it had been my mom’s passion. Needless to say I didn't have her talent.
 Can you tell us your latest news?
I’ve completed my next BDSM Novel Exclusively Yours and hope to have a release date. I’m also looking at releasing Caught and Bound on it’s own here in the near future.
What inspired you to write your first book?
As Alexandra Webb, my first book actually was Black and White (even though Twisted Redemption came out first). It started out as a joke and a NaNoWriMo project. The joke was with my husband “You can totally write something better than that.” (I’ll keep from naming titles) And I snorted and said, Yeah…and that’s what I set out to do. I did it for the Self Publishing Experiment, but things got haywire. Though through everything, I fell in love with it and strived to make it the best I could before I hit the publish button.
Do you have a specific writing style?
Not really. I try to bring in similar themes, bondage, suspense of some sort, but there’s no true style. Sometimes it’s 3rd person sometimes it’s 1st person. Sometimes it’s long, sometimes short. It’s all sexy though!
How did you come up with the title?
The original title was In Black and White and it was actually an editor with a publishing company that urged me to change it to something sexier. I decided I liked it so much I’d keep it when I left the company.
“What do you want your readers to get out of your novels?”
I want my readers to get the escape they crave when they come for BDSM books, but I also want them to get a sense of how a true BDSM relationship works. I know it’s fiction, but I still strive to be as accurate to the lifestyle as I can.
“Is the book mostly fantasy or do you think these situations could actually happen?”
Now I love music just as much as reading, I normally listen to music while I am reading. Do you think that you characters have theme songs? What would they be?
“Are the experiences fact based or from your imagination?”
A little bit of both. I draw from experiences and research and take it from there. I’ll let you figure out what I have experiences with ;)
If you had to do it all over again, would you change anything in your latest book?
Nope! I’m so totally in love with Erika and Landon that I wouldn’t change a thing about them.
Can you share a little of your current work with us?  Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
My current work, Exclusively Yours, is a story about a woman who had a terrifying experience in the past and it comes back to challenge her current life. It takes place in a club with a sexy detective trying to get to the bottom of some gruesome murders. The challenge for this book was that Leslie at some points is with multiple partners…this isn’t something I have experience with!
Who designed the covers?
I did! With input from people I trusted. Fun fact: It’s my picture on the cover, because it was the only picture that the people agreed on, none of the stock photos were working.
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Honestly? The sex scenes. Black and White is written in first person and BDSM sex is not only about the motions of going through sex, but the emotions of the characters. Getting into her head was very emotional.
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Don’t listen to the naysayers. Keep going.
I just want to say thank you so much for taking the time to answer these for my readers and I. I look forward to seeing more work from you in the future.


















Black and White Desires by Alexandra Webb
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Black and White DesiresOMG I had to wait a few days before i could write this review as it was so raw and uncut. I have to say this is one of the best erotic BDSM books i have read in a very long time. I loved the choice of characters they were so down to earth not like what you see in all the others. I loved the layout and the mystery that the book held out for the whole story i just could not put it down this book was read in 48 hrs i will gladly reread this story over and over again as i am in love with it and i would love to see more form the story thank you Alexandra for releasing an amazing story to fuel the readers imagination especially mine

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