A Bite of ... Pepper Anthony

Amber’s Fantasy by Pepper Anthony

Imogene: I have with me today erotic author Pepper Anthony, who’s here to dish about her newest IR scorcher, AMBER’S FANTASY. Pepper, what made you want to be an author of erotic books?

Pepper: I didn’t start off that way. I’ve always wanted to write small town romances, a la Harlequin Special Edition. A couple of years back, while I was waiting on the results of the Golden Heart® judging, a friend dared me to write a short erotic story for an anthology. I channeled my inner bad girl, wrote the story under this pen name, it got published (thrill!), and I’ve never looked back.

Imogene: Why did you choose the niche of Interracial Romance?

Pepper: I had read a few and they appealed to me personally. There’s something about adding that extra little “forbidden love” component to the story line that makes the ending even sweeter. Not that I think there is anything at all forbidden about interracial dating or marriage. Love is love, in my opinion. But I do enjoy exploring the idea of crossing racial or cultural boundaries. The book I’m writing right now will feature a Native American hero and an African American heroine.

Imogene: Can you tell us a little about AMBER’S FANTASY? What is her fantasy anyway?

Pepper: With Amber, I wanted to focus on the idea that we all have sexual fantasies we usually keep hidden, that we would never dare to act out. In this case, Amber limits herself to reading about her fantasy, like most of us do. When a sexy guy she works with stumbles across her book collection, he’s intrigued -- as most guys would be -- and offers her the chance to act out her fantasy. Once he puts the idea in her head, she begins to imagine it really happening too.

Imogene: Sounds hot. But you still haven’t told us what her fantasy is.

Pepper: The cover says it all. She thinks it would be super sexy to be with two guys at once. All her personal fantasies center on that theme. But again, it’s not something she ever thinks will actually happen.

Imogene: And does it?

Pepper: LOL. You’ll have to read the book to find out. Here’s a clue. I’m a big believer in true love and a happy ending. Each couple has to find their own way there, and that’s what makes us love reading romance. I’ve enjoyed talking with you. Thank you so much for having me today!

Amber’s Fantasy, by Pepper Anthony

Publisher: Beachwalk Press

Release Date: 11/18/2013

Tagline: If you had the chance to act out your secret fantasy, would you dare?

Blurb:

Ray Ferris is the first person to discover Amber Jackson’s naughty secret desires.

While helping her move some boxes, he stumbles on her stash of erotic romances featuring ménages. Despite a strict company policy prohibiting co-workers from dating, Amber finds herself inexorably drawn to Ray. She’s never been attracted to a white man before, but his intriguing invitation to actually have sex with two men at one time captivates her imagination. When the barriers to their relationship are swept away, will Amber have the courage to finally act out her forbidden fantasy? And if she does, will the experience open doors to a whole new world, or cost her a chance at true love?

Content Warning: contains scenes of explicit sexual activity 

Genres: Erotic Contemporary Romance/Interracial Romance/ Ménage

Excerpt:

Ray didn’t dare let go of Amber’s hand. He knew the modest, uptight Amber still had a death grip on the sexy, more confident woman he’d made love to earlier that evening. At any moment she might get cold feet and run back to the safety of the bathroom. Once they got started though, he hoped she’d get caught up in the sensual game. By the end of the evening she’d know for sure if this is what she really wanted.

But could he count on Cal to follow through? His cousin had been initially shocked, but it hadn’t taken much to talk him into playing his part, especially when Ray assured him that Amber would be directing things.

To tell the truth, he was relieved about that as well. The only kind of threesome he’d ever imagined himself being involved in featured two women, not two men. He didn’t have a clear idea of how this all should go. Since it was Amber’s favorite fantasy, he was counting on her knowing exactly how to choreograph the whole thing.

They came around the corner to find Cal standing like a deer in the headlights in the center of the living room. God, maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all. His cousin’s expression was strained at the least, his fists clenched, eyes darting anywhere but at the two of them. Ray felt Amber’s resistant tug on his hand and knew if they all stood around and thought about this any longer, it wasn’t going to happen.

He quickly pulled Amber into his arms and kissed her, using his tongue to plunder her mouth in a way that was meant to reawaken the sensual woman who had just shared his bed. For a moment she was stiff and self-conscious in his arms, but gradually she softened and began to kiss him back. He dared to put his hand on her ass and drag her shirt up just a little, knowing Cal would be able to see the rounded globes of her lovely brown skin. He also knew that Amber would realize Cal could see.

She froze again.

“You’re so beautiful. So sexy,” he whispered in her ear. “I can’t keep my hands off you.”

She stared up at him, and he smiled at her and kissed her again. A small moan broke from her throat as she responded, quivering in his arms. They all heard the sound. Cal was watching them now, his expression avid. Ray moved his hands up her back, dragging the shirt higher.

“Tell us what you want, Amber.”

She glanced over at Cal for the first time, and then closed her eyes. Her cheeks were highly colored.

“Um, no shirts.” He could barely hear her.

Cal stripped out of his dress shirt in record time and flung it on the floor.

“What else, baby?” He rained small kisses along her hairline as he massaged her back and let the tips of his fingers brush across her naked ass. “Do you want Cal to touch you too? Or just watch us?”

“Oh God. I don’t know about this.” She started to pull away.

“I do. I know you want it. We want it for you, baby. Come on. Relax and enjoy

yourself.”

She nodded, but then she dropped her gaze and just stood there motionless. Ray held his breath and watched a storm of expressions cross her lovely face. Things were not looking very promising. Suddenly she turned back to Cal.

“Come stand behind me, okay?”

Cal circled around them and took his place.

“Up closer,” she prompted. “Now take hold of my upper arms.” She let out a gasp when his fingers touched her arms. She glanced over her shoulder toward him. “Tighter. So I can’t—escape.”

Cal’s hands firmly banded her upper arms and pulled back so that her breasts made saucy points against the fabric of the shirt. Ray licked his lips as Amber gave another broken moan and closed her eyes.

“Oh God,” she gasped. “Ray. Please. Touch me. Everywhere.”

Ambers Fantasy released 18 November 2013 with Beachwalk Press. Click here to get it now!

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Author Bio:

Like most writers, I've worn quite a collection of hats over the years ~ voice actor, artist, bookkeeper, retail sales ~ but I've always wanted to be a writer. My biggest dream was to see my name on a book cover. Now, with the advent of e-publishing, the covers may be virtual, but the thrill of seeing my name on them is real. I am so humbled by the idea that my stories might draw in a reader and provide her an hour or two of

entertainment.

I've been married to my best friend Tom for thirty years. Together we've raised two amazing sons, and recently welcomed our first grand daughter, Leona Mae. Most days you can find me at our family's computer repair shop in a small town outside Portland, Oregon. At night I go home to my rambling fixer-upper in the woods and toil at my writing, assisted by a small menagerie of furry assistants. I love it when a reader takes a moment to reach out and let me know what she thinks of my stories. I hope you'll feel free to email me or leave a comment on my website.

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A Bite Of... Larisa Anderson

Today, fellow Beachwalk Press author, Larisa Anderson has joined me to chat about her experience of writing Paranormal Romance. So join me in making her welcome...

Writing Paranormal

I never set out to write paranormal romances. They tend to take shape when I realise that my hero is a werewolf or vampire. This tends to happen by itself. At the start of Taming the Hunted, my current book, Gabriel was just a regular guy. It wasn’t until he tried to control her mind that I realised I was venturing into paranormal. Then I realised that he was a pack leader for sure! Such an annoying alpha. Anyway, my point is that I am a paranormal author but to me this is just a contemporary story with a werewolf. I know that genres are separated for a reason, it helps the reader to know what the book will be about. But I also have to wonder if this separation is a good thing? We tend to find a genre we love and stick with it. If this book was classed as a suspense, would paranormal readers pick it up? Would they even know that it has a hunky werewolf in it? This division is essentially telling readers what they should read. Hey you like vampires, well then you will love this.

Personally I think there needs to be a whole new classification system. You enter three books that you love and it generates a read list for you. Like what iTunes does for songs. Amazon currently tells you that those who bought this book also bought these. 9/10 times I will click on those other titles because I think, hey, my people liked this book so I might like other things they do too. The best thing that ever happened to me when I was growing up was finding a friend who had very similar reading taste to me. If I liked a book I would hand it over to her to read and vice versa. It didn’t matter what genre it was, it was the writing style that got us.

So when I say that I’m a paranormal Romance author I say it with a grain of salt. I like to think of myself for as a funny, whitty writer who sometimes writes paranormal. But then again I have never fit in a mould well. I’m a librarian, a blackbelt and I like knitting. I look like a sweet little girl but write Erotic romance. My sister takes great pleasure in showing people my picture then telling them what I write and watching their expression and disbelief. They say, Don’t judge a book by its cover, well I say don’t judge a book by its genre. How about you? Ever read outside your comfort zone and been pleasantly surprised?

Taming the Hunted:

Hunting just got hotter.

Marian is a hunter of night creatures. She stalks and stakes vampires, isn't afraid of the odd silver bullet if a werewolf turns rogue, and is perfectly content with her complete lack of social life.

When a staking goes wrong, a handsome, mesmerizing man comes to Marian's rescue. But Gabriel isn't what he seems to be. After Marian loses consciousness she awakes to find herself in a house filled with werewolves.


If she can survive the night she might discover that sometimes opposites attract in the best ways. Now if she could just silence that irritating little voice in the back of her mind that keeps reminding her that hunters are supposed to kill creatures of the night, not date them. 

Where to buy:

Beachwalk Press     Amazon     Barnes & Noble

About Larisa Anderson

A librarian by day, a belly-dancing firefighter by night. You might not think my life could get more interesting, but there's nothing better than curling up with a good book on a cold Australian winter night, especially one that I have written myself where I get to control every kiss and caress.

I write stories that make me laugh, because life needs a little humor and a lot of spice. My heroes are strong and my ladies know how to take charge, even if they get a little distracted along the way.

Where to connect with Larisa Anderson:
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A Bite Of... Morticia Knight

Hi Imogene, thank you for having me at your blog today!

     Hollywood Bound, Book One in the Gin & Jazz series was just released, and is available for about a buck right now – yowza! This M/M series is set in the decadent era of the 1920’s when it was all about cool gin and hot jazz. I love that time period - I come from a music and theatre background. The Great Gatsby is one of my favorite books, and I love classic film. To say that this book was a labor of love is an understatement. I had to do scads of research, but that was a blast as well. Is there a time period that you love, or have an affinity for?

     While you mull that over, I’ve included an excerpt from Hollywood Bound where the older, more streetwise Nick is working late with Jack, his younger buddy, as well as one of the other theatre hands. As they work, Nick contemplates what his never-ending thoughts about Jack might mean.

 Jack and Nick seek fortune and adventure in the silent film era of Hollywood. But their newly-expressed love is threatened by the heady allure of fame, gin and easy money.

Nick wiped the sweat off his brow for what felt like the hundredth time. It was after midnight, and they’d been working under the hot stage lights for several hours. They had to get everything just right before they could leave, otherwise their boss Pearson would have a fit and use that as yet another excuse not to give them their past due wages. He was down to his last Chesterfield. They weren’t his favourite brand of cigarette, but at five cents for ten sticks, he couldn’t complain. When they got to Hollywood and were making the big bucks, he would only smoke Luckys from then on.

He checked his pocket. Thirty cents left. They were going to be in real trouble if Pearson didn’t come through the next day. He had to wash his and Jack’s shirts, and he’d have to feed the kid tomorrow. He’d only had coffee and a cheese sandwich all day. Nick still felt guilty about getting the hamburger. That had been another fifteen cents they could have saved, but Jack had insisted.

“You have to do all of the heavy stuff at the theatre. You need to eat something good.”

I could always dip into the Hollywood money. There’s close to fifty dollars in there.

Nick winced. It was so tempting when his belly was grumbling and their clothes smelled like an old hobo in Central Park, but they had to stay strong. Once they got to Hollywood they would be okay. Things would be different.

“Hey, Nicky, whaddya think?” Oscar yelled from the front of the stage. “I think it looks great and that we should get the fuck outta here.”

Nick went around the curtains that were pulled open to the side of the stage and hopped off the front into the orchestra pit. He surveyed the backdrop and the other sliding set pieces that had been arranged for Act One. Jack came down the aisle and stopped next to him.

“I think it’s okay. Whaddya say Nick?”

Nick looked down at Jack’s innocent smiling face. Nick was about a half a foot taller than the blond-haired, blue-eyed kid, and sometimes he felt so protective of him that he thought it would crush his heart. No one should ever be abused the way Jack had been. He was such a sweet guy, and he didn’t even have any family. No one to care for him. No one except Nick.

At times it felt like a burden—like Nick had taken on a responsibility that wasn’t his. But they had always looked out for each other, and it was great not to have to be alone in the city, to have someone he could rely on.

And there was the other thing. At first, Nick had thought it was just sympathy that made him feel so soft about Jack. Like the same way he might feel if a little puppy was lost and left in the cold. He’d want to take it in and feed it and hold it close. But lately he’d been wrestling with the idea that it might be something more than that.

I ain’t no queer. I’m engaged and everything.

He and Penelope had only ever kissed and done a little petting. It hadn’t particularly excited him, so he thought maybe he was just one of those guys who wasn’t that much into sex. Or maybe when he was a little older he’d like it more.

So maybe it’s just that I’m older now and Penelope’s not here, but Jack is. Maybe that’s all it is.

He wasn’t so sure that was it either. Because when he thought about Penelope he had a sinking feeling in his stomach that seemed more like feeling trapped that he had to marry her. 

To get your copy of Hollywood Bound:

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A Bite of... Morticia Knight

“My, my. The doctor is in the house—have mercy.” - Terrence

Thank you Imogene for having me at your blog today, so that I can talk about some hot doctor love – yum! I have a new release at Total-E-Bound – it is Book 3 in the Uniform Encounters series, and this one features an older ER doctor and a younger paramedic. There is lots of naughtiness in this one, because the younger stud belongs to the sex club, Sinsation. Quite experienced in the art of erotic pleasures,  will he able to win the heart of his older, more conservative crush? And will he be able to resist the lure of the young men at Sinsation? But there is more than the promise of sexual thrills that draw the two men together. It turns out they both share a passion for classic films.

In the following excerpt, Terrence, the young paramedic, is taking a chance by making a move on Jackson - the ER doctor - in the hospital cafeteria.

 He walked up to the self-serve and poured himself a large cup. He grabbed some creamer and went to sit down. Just as he was about to take a seat in his usual corner, he caught sight of a tall, lean African-American man entering the cafeteria. He was obviously a paramedic, but he held himself with grace, the same way a professional model might. He turned slightly and Jackson’s first impression, before he realised who the stunning man actually was, was that he had a slightly exotic, Taye Diggs look to him. But he recognised him. The flirty guy who’d hit his head.

He’d definitely thought that the young man was attractive then, but he’d had plenty of other things on his mind, none of which had had to do with picking up ER patients. He turned away so he wouldn’t be caught gawking, grabbed a chair at his table and sat down. He kept his head lowered, hoping the model-like man didn’t notice him.

“Dr Reed, right?”

Jackson stared up into the warm brown almond-shaped eyes of his ex-patient. He had to keep reminding himself of that. He’d had enough personal troubles at the hospital to last him a lifetime. There was no point in adding to them with this admittedly delectable specimen.

“Hi. Forgive me, I forgot your name.”

The young man placed a hand across his chest as if he’d been struck to the heart. “I’m devastated, Doctor. But you’ll find I’m very forgiving in so many ways.”

The last sentence ended on a smooth sexy note that seemed to wrap itself around Jackson’s insides. He wasn’t sure how comfortable he was with what was happening. Or what might happen.

“I’m Terrence Samuels. I was the medic who hit my head last week. You tended me. Quite nicely, I might add.”

It was obvious to Jackson that Terrence was interested in more than casual conversation. Although Terrence was just the type of guy he was usually attracted to, the last thing he was looking for was to hook up with anyone. And especially not someone from the hospital after all he’d been through recently.

“Nice to see you, Terrence, hope you’re feeling better.”

Jackson looked back down at his coffee and busied himself by stirring away. He hoped that that would end the whole thing. But Terrence couldn’t take a hint any better than Marla, and slid into the chair across from him. Although, Terrence was definitely a huge improvement over his recently terminated colleague.

“I don’t mean to bother you, Doc, I just wanted to have a chance to talk a little bit, and then I’ll leave you alone.” Terrence seemed to be trying to keep his voice low.

He called me Doc, like Gable in It Happened One Night.

He chuckled a little at the thought.

“What’s so funny, Doc?”

“What you called me just now. ‘Doc’. It reminded me of an old Gable movie. You know, Clark Gable?”

Terrence leant back in his chair, his mouth opened in what looked like complete surprise. “Yeah, I know all right. You mean It Happened One Night.”

Now it was Jackson’s turn to be surprised.

How does this young kid know about that film? I wasn’t sure he would even know who Clark Gable was.

“You know that film? The one from the thirties?”

“Are you kidding me? Gable’s my all-time favourite hot hook-up.”

“Really?” Jackson shook his head and laughed a little more. “I’m honestly stunned. I didn’t think you would be into those types of films.”

“Thought I’d only like gangsta films?” Terrence smirked, a questioning look on his face.

Jackson frowned. “Hardly. It’s just unusual to find younger people interested in classic movies, that’s all.”

Terrence moved closer to Jackson, and said his next words softly and slowly. “Well I’m very interested, Doctor. You have no idea how much. And don’t worry, I’m not that young.”

Jackson swallowed.

Oh crap.

“Maybe we should get together some time and talk Gable, watch some old movies, and do whatever else we might enjoy.”

“Uh…yeah, I don’t think so.”

Terrence looked crestfallen. “Don’t tell me it’s because I’m black.”

“What? No! Actually, I prefer… I mean, it’s just not a good idea.”

Terrence gave Jackson a knowing smirk. “Fascinating.” He smiled, showing off straight white teeth surrounded by a pouty set of kissable lips, decorated with the slightest touch of facial hair that extended down around his face and chin.

Model indeed. GQ, I would say.

“Aah, I was just playin’ with you about the whole black thing. But not the rest. That I was very serious about.”

Jackson was taken in by Terrence’s soft and sexy voice. It was wreaking havoc with his dick, threatening to embarrass him in the cafeteria. As if that hadn’t happened enough already.

Maybe I should stay away from this place.

“So, Doc, whaddya say?”

Jackson still didn’t answer, he felt frozen in place. Everything in his body screamed yes, but his mind kept chastising him and telling him no.

Even though this is part of a series, it can be read as a standalone *wink*

Here are some links for you:

Total E Bound: http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=2327

All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lustemergency-1306311-340.html

Amazon US:

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About Morticia:

I'm here to share my writing adventures with other writers and readers interested in the best of the best in erotic romance. As Morticia Knight, I write MM & MMF menage in the contemporary, historical, paranormal, BDSM, horror and sci-fi genres. In my downtime, (when's that?) I also love non-romantic horror and sci-fi fiction, music, traveling and obscure cult & cheesy horror flicks.

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A Bite of... Molly Ann Wishlade

Today I'd like to welcome Molly to my blog!  Molly hails from Wales (the land of my fore-fathers!)

BLURB –

After more than a decade of separation, can Nate Hamilton really put aside his hurt and learn to forgive the woman who destroyed his life then help her to find her heart’s desire in Deadwood?

Deadwood, 1878, Nate Hamilton and his former sweetheart Evelyn Campbell meet up after more than a decade of separation. When the widowed Evelyn discovers that her tuition post has fallen through, she is left destitute and concerned about how she will provide for her son, until Nate offers her a way to earn some money – and a way to exact his perfect revenge for her betrayal – he will pay her to be his own private whore.

The combination of past hurts, secrets and rekindled passion causes fireworks in and out of the bedroom!

Excerpt:

“Mr Hamilton?” He pulled a handkerchief from his waistcoat pocket and wiped his hands. “Mr Hamilton?” 

He glanced at her and motioned for her to cover herself. He looked dazed, confused and even ashamed.

“So now we know, eh?” He tucked his waning erection into his trousers and buttoned them up. “You do remember how good it was between us.”

“Yes, Nate,” she whispered and she reached out towards him, her heart beginning to open as the memories flooded in. Tears stung her eyes and blurred her vision. She wanted to feel safe again, that the future held some promise of happiness. She wanted, no needed, to fall into his arms and to be held against his chest, to be loved until the sun set and she knew that he would never let her go. When he rose and moved towards her she opened her arms, expecting to feel his strong hug enveloping her, his face pressed against her hair, his renewed erection rock hard against her groin. Instead, there was a draught as he walked past her and stood at the door.

“Our time is up.” His voice was low, soft, dangerous. “Get dressed. I’ll see you here at the same time tomorrow.”

The door banged against the frame as he pulled it behind him and Evelyn stood alone. 

Walking down the wooden staircase and into the bar of the Gem, Nate combed a hand through his hair then pressed his hat onto his head. He needed a drink.

“What’ll it be, Mr Hamilton?” Dan Doherty stood behind the bar polishing a glass.

“Whisky.” Nate took the glass and swigged, savouring the sting as it flooded through his mouth and down his throat. Though he didn’t drink much, he could understand why some men did. Sometimes life was so darned hard a man needed to drown it out and escape the pain.

“Another?”

Nate nodded.

“So how was she?” Dan pushed his hat back on his head and leaned over the bar, exposing yellow teeth in a crooked grin.

Nate glared at him. “What?”

“That Mrs Campbell. She look as good with ‘er clothes off?”

Nate balled his fists at his sides and ground his teeth together but his reply was controlled and assured. “Mind your business, Doherty. I’m paying for the use of that room and what goes on in there is none of your business. Al promised me discretion and you a beating if you fail to keep your flapper shut.”

Dan shrugged then turned to a rowdy group of men who’d just come in, muttering as he did so, “Ye get the mitten then did ye, Mr Big Bug.” Then he hawked and spat on the floor, missing the spittoon. Nate rested his elbows on the bar, moving his empty glass between his hands. When Doherty moved to refill it he put his hand over the top and shook his head. It wouldn’t do to get drunk—he couldn’t afford to lose control right then. Who knew what he’d do with Evelyn around and his mind in turmoil. Sober, he could just about cope but inebriated he might well surrender to the ache in his heart.

He turned his head to the side as one of the newcomers stood a bit too close and his sour sweat stung Nate’s nostrils. Goddamn these miners stank.

“So you guys here for the show or the pussy?” Dan questioned the miners as he filled their glasses.

“I was hopin’ to enjoy the show then get meself a bit o’ that fine pussy out back,” a recently arrived Irish immigrant replied.

“Well you’re in the right place fellas,” Dan slammed the whisky bottle down on the bar. “Now where are them damned whores?”

Nate watched as Doherty walked away, hollering female names. As if by magic, half- naked young women began to appear around the bar, their clothes soiled and torn, their sullen faces heavily painted. They plastered on smiles as they approached the men and wrapped themselves around them, acting as if they’d found their future husbands and wanted to give them a wedding night preview. It turned his stomach to see the men pawing at breasts and thighs and treating the women like prize cuts of meat. He plonked his money on the bar next to the glass then walked out into the hot and dusty Deadwood evening, shaking his head at the sorry state of affairs that was the Gem Saloon.  

BIO – 

 
I have always been an avid reader and writer of stories. I love getting lost in a novel and often regret finishing one as the characters are usually missed like old friends.

I indulge my insatiable hunger for romance and passion in the delicious worlds created by romantic novelists and having published one and with another in submission, I’m about to begin the next one!

I adore spending time with my family, taking long walks (although I’m still waiting for the rescue greyhound to accompany me), skiing, cooking my own secret recipe curries, drinking Earl Grey (in copious amounts) and discovering delicious wines.

I’d love to hear from readers so please feel free to comment on my blog or to email me.

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