Erotic Cyn for your senses

You know, just when I thought that 2009 was a crappy year for me personally and not that great professionally as I struggled, I find out I’m nominated for Best Paranormal of the year by Love Romances. Can you believe it? How did I get nominated? Well, my second Marauder book, Call of the Wylde was nominated for Best Paranormal book.  Starting today, voting begins, so that means that if you have a spare 15 minutes or less and want to put your vote into this reader/reviewer awards, you can be part of the fun. How do you get to be part of this? Let me quote Dawn Roberto’s email for you: Read the rest of this entry »

I’m often asked about who my favourite hero is when I write. Funny thing is, my favourite isn’t one of my own. In fact, he’s the creation of Elizabeth Peter’s (aka Dr. Barbara Mertz aka Barbara Michaels). Read the rest of this entry »

Just got my cover for Love Beyond Time! It’s gorgeous! Want a look? I know you do…..

Love Beyond Time cover

So what do you think? I love it! The artists at Pink Petal really captured the essence of the storyline I created for Love Beyond Time, and it just rocks seeing the Giza Pyramids. Especially Menkaure’s.

I’m not quite sure where this will go or if it will go. We shall see. But I admit, I’m fond of the story idea behind it.

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Katja sat at her computer, staring at the email she wrote. Fear beat in her heart as she hit send. She was risking it all on a small chance that she hadn’t fucked up once more. Rubbing the ache at the back of her neck, she logged off and went to take a shower before bed.

How had this happened, she wondered. How could I mess up in something so important to me? Carelessly, Katja stripped off her jeans and shirt. After getting the water as hot as she could tolerate it, Katja stepped into the shower. As the water sluiced over her body, her mind kept tumbling over what happened and how she could make it right. Though her friend said everything was okay, in her heart, she knew that wasn’t completely true.

Taking the washcloth, she poured some of her favourite shower gel on it and lathered it up. As she scrubbed her body clean, memories of being washed by another teased her body and mind. Slowly, she allowed the memories to overwhelm her, bringing them to life once more. The only person she could talk to about this problem just happened to be the person involved and it left her feeling bereft. Her hands slowly slid up her legs, washing in small circles teasing each inch of flesh. Then as she washed her thighs, she could feel his touch, his breath upon them. Her body trembled in the throes of the memory.

The washcloth felt slick yet had a slightly rough texture against her skin. Katja bit back a moan as she trailed it up her stomach and rubbed it against her breasts. She was playing with fire, bringing forth the memories of that one incident. However, her need to feel him, be close with him was guiding her. Katja let loose the last restraint that kept the memories from being relived and suddenly she felt him there. His hands covered hers and began massaging her breasts, his mouth claiming hers.

A jangle of the phone broke the moment. Katja bit back a cry of frustration as the sensations fled. “Dammit, who ever is calling best be giving me good news.”

She stepped out of the wet shower, the cordless phone ringing on the bathroom counter. Drying her hands on a towel, she then answered it. “Hello.”

“Katja? It’s Damian. You’ve got a few minutes to talk?”

She looked down at her wet, soapy body and chuckled. “Can I put you on hold just for a couple of minutes? I’m dripping wet and need a towel.”

There was a slight pause on the other end, then a low chuckle. “I don’t mind, but go ahead.”

Katja placed Damian on hold then jumped into the shower, rinsing off her body. Her heart was racing as she tried to figure out why Damian was calling now. She shut off the water and grabbed the warm towel hanging from the hook. Wrapping herself in it, she picked up the phone and took Damian off hold.

“What’s going on? It’s like four in the morning there,” she said, her tone showing her concern.

“I couldn’t sleep well. What’s going on with you, Katja? You’ve been hiding from everyone online and in person. Hell, not even your closest friends have been able to find out what’s going on. So, I’m calling. What the fuck is going on, Katja?”

Katja sighed, knowing she couldn’t dodge Damian. He was one of her closest friends and of all the people she knew, he knew some of her most closely guarded secrets. Wiping away a droplet of water from her forehead, she left the bathroom and headed to the living room where she could sit and talk. “I’m not going to lie to you, Damian. Yes, something is going on, but I’m not sure how to talk about it.”

“Try. Hell, whatever is going on has even Garrett upset. He says he hasn’t heard from you in a couple of days, which is a lot more recent than any of us.”

Katja curled up on the couch, pulling the afghan over her hips and legs. She closed her eyes and tried to think on how to explain her actions. Nothing seemed right or accurate. Lying to Damian was an impossible task; he always knew when she held back.

“What do you want me to say, Damian? Right now, I’m trying to handle something beyond my comprehension. Well, perhaps not beyond it, but definitely a first in my books. I shared a link with someone and it was a complete one. The person also felt it.”

The quietness on the other end of the line told Katja that Damian was trying to take in the subtlety of her words. She wasn’t sure that he completely understood what she meant, but there was no other way without saying exactly what happened.

“Kat. What happened and does Garrett have anything to do with this?”

She bit the inside of her cheek while trying to not curse Damian for his insight. It was one of his gifts and she hated when he turned it on her. They were close enough as friends, but sometimes, it made it tough for them both to handle. Especially when she spoke of things that he had hidden and she knew anyway. The joys of having psi-talents.

“Yes. What happened is hard to explain. You know I’m going to Brussels and Amsterdam next week, right?” She heard his murmur of assent. “Well, I’m not sure I’ll be meeting up with Garrett while I’m there after all.”

“Why not? What does this have to do with your empathy-“ His voice faded away for a moment. “Shit. He’s empathic too?”

Katja didn’t answer. There was no need as Damian realized the truth of it. She picked at the hand-knitted afghan and tried to keep her mental shields where not even Damian could get past them. Finally, Damian broke the uncomfortable silence. “You want to tell me what happened?”

That you can find my ebooks at my publisher sites– www.loose-id.net, www.aspenmountainpress.com, and redrosepublishing.com? But even better- you can get them at www.amazon.com, www.barnesandnoble.com, www.allromanceebooks.com, and www.fictionwise.com 

How cool is that? I saw that today and started giggling. I’ve made it to the big leagues of buying places! YAY!

I’ve been so excited over this short story I wrote. Granted I was forced into writing it because of my crit partners who were listening to me bitch via IM about my male that night. But it’s funny how a story can take away the sting and give you some type of closure. Now I look at the story fondly and think that all men should be required to read at least one romance novel a year. At least. Read the rest of this entry »

I received a rejection this week from publisher I really would like to work with. In fact, I was on the borderline of wondering– would this be my way in or be a rejection–and I was prepared either way. But this rejection didn’t hurt. In fact, this rejection made my day. Why? Read the rest of this entry »

This week’s topic is about rough sex. It’s been a popular one with both men and women. Sometimes, it’s good to fuck and fuck hard. But many people wonder about the physics of rough sex and how to do it so it doesn’t hurt too much. So, we’re going to cover some ideas on how to roughen up your sex life without being sore for a week afterwards. Read the rest of this entry »

Recently, someone asked me a question and I realized that it needed to be answered not just to her, but here on my site as well. 

Mistress Cynnara, my boyfriend wants me to dominate him, but because he’s younger, thinner, etc etc, I find it hard to dominate him like I think he wants. How does one dominate another? — Dominew Read the rest of this entry »

Today is a bit special for me. Something happened to me yesterday and I realized I needed to speak on it for all those people who might think that fantasies are nothing but imagination. Yesterday, my male fulfilled one of my biggest fantasies dealing with him. He’s known about this fantasy for a while now, but though he liked having his fantasies fulfilled, he wasn’t sure how I’d feel if I couldn’t have my whole fantasy given to me. Read the rest of this entry »