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Ebook Week: Cupid Shoots, She Scores

cynnara — Wed, 09 Mar 2011 11:53:55 +0000

I love this story and want to go back to the universe I created here. So, the sooner I can finish my other things, the quicker I can delve into the toymaker’s story in P3!

Cupid Shoots, She Scores by Cynnara Tregarth

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Blurb:

For Trina Edwards, the time to play Cupid has come. Her assistants, whom are also the submissives she’s training, have graduated from submissive school with high honors and she knows the perfect woman for these two lovers. Lucky for Trina, it’s someone she loves dearly- her own sister, Nikita.

Nikita has been fascinated by Ronin and Jacob since seeing them with Trina at House Seti. Ronin, with his Hawaiian/Japanese heritage, and his long hair and quiet attitude contrasts sharply with his lover, Jacob, who has short blond hair and quite a mouthy attitude. She’s lusted for the men, and knew Trina wasn’t involved with them beyond training them. So when Trina offers to give them to her for a Valentine’s Day gift, Nikita doesn’t turn her down.

What the three don’t expect so close to Valentine’s Day is that Trina has left nothing to chance. Using everything at her disposal at Plotted Porn Productions (P3), she’ll show the two men and her sister just how much they need each other. Because everyone knows that when Cupid Shoots, She Scores.

Excerpt: (This takes place once Nikita makes contact with them under the guise of Mistress Valentine)

Ronin almost imagined Mistress Valentine tilt her head as a sigh escaped her lips. “You pose a valid question, Jacob. And it is in your right to ask, since I have read your profiles and you’ve not seen mine. What do I want from you both? That’s the question. I want to see you both touch each other in intimate ways that turn you on, with or without the BDSM element. I want to see if there is room for me to play with you both.” Mistress Valentine sighed again, this one accompanied with a slight scraping noise in the background. “I want to see if my imagination is better than the reality of you both together and of us as a team.”

Ronin smiled and waved his hand. “I can understand that. It’s hard, though, when you’re not here to actually touch and be touched. Yes, we’re a couple, but we’ve realized that we’re missing something more. A woman’s touch that neither of us can imitate, nor wish to duplicate, is what we both crave. Trina says that you’re that woman, and I’m willing to take that chance. If you’d like to guide us, we’re willing to touch each other.”

“Then I’d like you to remove each other’s clothing as you face each other,” Mistress Valentine commanded softly. “Talk to each other as you prefer, addressing me only when I speak directly to either of you.”

“As you wish,” Ronin responded, rising to his feet. He held out a hand to Jake. “Let me peel off that polo shirt of yours and get you naked.”

Ronin grasped the hem of Jake’s dark blue shirt and pulled it quickly over the man’s head, enjoying the view of the lightly tanned skin and the play of the muscles as Jake worked at releasing his arms from the sleeves. “Damn you, Ronin, I will get you for that.”

“Yeah, yeah, keep dreaming, male.” Ronin quickly helped get the rest of the shirt off and then rested his hands on the khaki waistband. “You know, I think Mistress Valentine is interested in seeing just how huge your dick gets when you’re aroused like you are at this moment.”

Jake blushed while Ronin slid his hand down the front placket of the pants, before unbuttoning them. He loved touching his lover like this, arousing him in small ways. It was wonderful that this new mistress seemed to enjoy the gentle aspect of loving and being loved as well. Ronin smiled at the camera as he pulled down both the pants and the black boxer briefs that snugly held Jake’s large dick in place. “Mistress, do you like what you’re seeing here of Jake?”

“Oh yes, Ronin. Thank you for showing me the view of Jake’s luscious cock. It doesn’t look completely excited at the prospect before it, though.” Mistress Valentine’s pout came through the speakers loud and clear. “Perhaps you should see if you can arouse it to the task at hand?”

Ronin smiled up at his friend while sinking to his knees. “I love how you taste, Jake. Do you like how my mouth squeezes your length when I take you in?”

“That’s right, Ronin, take your lover’s length in your mouth. Stroke it with your tongue. Jacob, darling, I want you to enjoy this. I love seeing your body shudder when Ronin touches you like this.” Mistress Valentine’s voice softly emerged, husky with desire and need.

Raven Hour is having a fantastic giveaway!

cynnara — Sat, 29 Jan 2011 22:59:10 +0000

Michelle Pillow and Mandy Roth are both terrific authors and terrific people period. When they brought the Raven Happy Hour to life, it was something to behold. From there, it grew and grew into something more. Now they’ve expanded into books and even more fun things. To help out with this recession we’ve been in, they’re having a special giveaway for the next couple of months. You want to learn more? Click the link below!

Raven’s Recession Gift Card Giveaway!

Writing- This Week’s Writing

cynnara — Sun, 09 Jan 2011 05:39:08 +0000

So, I’m doing Around the Word in 80 Days and I’ve been writing. With both my Morning Pages (ala The Artist Way by Julie Cameron), writing Se’s story, and handwriting– I’ve done over 4k this week. It’s not completely what I wanted to do, but it’s good. Really good. I even did my work’s newsletter. (I deserve bonus points for this.)

How does this put me for the coming week? I’m working to try to make the same or more for this week. So feel free to cheer me on, kick my butt, or send me inspiration. In fact, the male and I had date night Saturday and we went to see Season of the Witch. I really enjoyed the movie. It really helped to push some serious creative mojo in the well and also got my mind thinking in various ways in regards to medieval times, witchcraft and how times have and haven’t changed. Really helps when it comes to the fact I write a lot of pagan themed books.

Do I recommend seeing the movie? Yes, if you want to see some cool CGI, some battle scenes, and something that will make you think. No, if you don’t like to spend money and if you know a lot about the medieval times and how the Church viewed witchcraft and women in general. There are a couple of surprises I won’t spoil for you as they really helped to move and develop the plot along, let’s just say– they do really well with some of the red herrings. Oh yeah, Nicholas Cage looks verra nice in the movie and the young Kay looks very roguish himself! *grins*

RELEASE DAY! Ride Me, Baby is OUT!

cynnara — Sun, 22 Aug 2010 03:21:23 +0000

Yes, just when you thought it wouldn’t happen– it’s HERE! It’s here! *grins* Special just for me on my 3rd anniversary with my male– Ride Me, Baby is available!Where may you get this fun, erotic romp? CLICK HERE.

Synopsis:

When Baby meets Harley, sparks fly and not all of them good. The man wants her bike for Pete’s sake and has a jealous streak a mile wide.

There’s no way Baby can run a motorcycle shop on her own, not without some serious backing and the mysterious Doc seems the likely candidate. Just what is Baby doing to earn the backing of the mystery man?

Coming soon- a new release!

cynnara — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 22:06:48 +0000

Seriously, I’m not kidding. I’ve got a new story coming out soon over at Aspen Mountain Press. Which is great because it’s their birthday at the end of the month. *grins* What you might ask, would the story be about? It would be a story I wrote a LONG time ago- one when I thought I could write contemporary and eschew a life of BDSM and paranormal. Little did I know that my past would come back and one of my editors would ask to see the story once more. Thus- Ride Me, Baby has a home and yes– it’s coming out in August.

Follow the noise of rejoicing! Yes, I am too. Granted I’m in edits for it and for Love Beyond Time. It took a major act of change to really get me grooving with both sets of edits now. I’m feeling better and at the same time, I’m feeling like I’m coming home at last. It’s not easy, oh gods, it’s so not easy. But at the same time, I’m at that point where I’m able to move myself forward now– see what I want to do and how to go about it. Which means one thing majorly– I’m getting into the writing habit because I’ve got to edit. LOL

The other happy thing is that by doing this, I’ve made myself happy. Really. I’m feeling so relieved and at the same time, happy to offer readers something they’ve never seen before from me. Part of me wonders what you’ll think, part of me hopes you’ll like it. Part of me wonders if this means that I can write contemporary on occasion. But happiness abounds regardless.

Happy Beltane!

cynnara — Sat, 01 May 2010 15:59:05 +0000

Today is Beltane, the day where pagans celebrate not just spring, but also the blossoming of things all throughout nature. It’s also the day of the bonfires to honour Brigid, the Celtic fire goddess. For my family, it means that we’ll have a meal that reminds us of this time- the pasturing of the lambs, the moving of the flocks to better regions to graze and also when we put out all of the fires and wait for the sacred fire on Tara to be relit and that flame to be brought to light all of the hearths. Most people don’t realize that the sacred trees of the druids are used to light that fire upon Tara hill, but they are. More importantly in my mind, is the thought that goes into our world today- what do we do that reminds us of the sacred divine to keep it alive in our daily actions and thoughts.

Today, I’ll be redoing my altar, shaking off the last of the winter thoughts and bringing in the freshness of spring. Because I’m also a fire baby, though born in September, I will be creating a small pile of sacred sticks to be used in various rituals for this summer season. The colours for the altar are brighter as we head into the second half of the year, bringing to mind the Oak King’s time to reign.

For me, cooking becomes lighter, but at the same time, more flavourful with herbs and spices that allow you to experience other countries and other places all without leaving your own home. Beltane is also the one day a year we can let go of ourselves- to lust freely and have that lust returned. In the olden days, babies conceived at Beltane were considered triple blessed and cared for not just by the parents, but by the village. Why? Because children born at this “between” time were considered to become great among them either as druids as seers or even as warriors. Their abilities were linked to this thinning between this mortal realm and the other realms as well.

Tonight, I might let myself go a little bit- drinking some of my Keel and Curley wine. Then I might take my male and turn the erotic tables on him for tonight. It’d serve him right since I’ve been suffering since the hysterectomy. I still have another week until I’m fully able to play, but there’s no saying I can’t pleasure him. *grins* Today is a day of physical and spiritual pleasure. One that you take and do in a manner befitting the gods and mankind. One of giving and receiving. You cannot give unless you receive. You cannot receive unless you give. For me, it means cooking for my family, walking Shango and enjoying the bright sunshine, and then preparing a special chocolate dessert I know my male and my nephew, who’s coming over, will especially enjoy.

Triple Chocolate Chip Cookies

Ingredients

1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
1 teaspoon baking powder
1/2 teaspoon fine salt
1/4 teaspoon baking soda
1/4 teaspoon ground cloves
8 tablespoons unsalted butter (1 stick)
6 ounces bittersweet chocolate, finely chopped
2 large eggs
1 large yolk
1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
2 teaspoons pure vanilla extract
6 ounces semisweet chocolate chips
6 ounces white chocolate chips

Directions

Whisk the flour, baking powder, salt, baking soda, and cloves together in a medium bowl. Melt the butter in a saucepan over medium heat. Remove pan from the heat, add the bittersweet chocolate, then set aside until melted.

Whisk the eggs, brown sugar, and vanilla together in a medium bowl, then slowly whisk in chocolate. Stir in the flour mixture to make a loose dough. Don’t overwork the dough. Fold in the chips. Cover with plastic wrap and refrigerate until firm, about 2 hours.

Preheat oven to 350 degrees F (or 325 if convection option is available).

Line a baking sheet with parchment paper. Form dough into balls, about 2 inches or 1 1/2 ounces each, and put on the prepared baking sheets, leaving a couple inches between the cookies. Bake until outside is crackly, but the center is still moist, about 13 to 15 minutes, or 12 in convection. Cool on a rack.

LRC’s Best of 2009 Awards

cynnara — Mon, 15 Feb 2010 17:37:48 +0000

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:

To find the nominee list, go to the LRC’s files section of the lop and scroll down till you see the nominee list. Then make your choices for each category. You can vote for one or all the categories.

Link to LRC is: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/loveromancescafe

NOTE- you must be a member to access the files.

Email me at dawn_roberto @ yahoo DOT com with “LRC’s Best of 2009 Awards” in subject line. this is important b/c anything else will get deleted.

Voting ends on 22nd with the 23rd as a deadline for those in other time zones/countries to get their votes in. Anything after the 23rd is thrown out unopened so make sure the votes are in before then.

Award winners will be announced on 2/25 at NOON EST on the LRC’s yahoo loop from noon-2 PM EST.

What does this mean for me? It means I’m asking you to consider me for best paranormal of the year. If you’ve not read my Marauder series, you might want to give it a try before voting ends. Why? Well, Bardic Tales, the next volume will be out soon– and rumour has it that the short story has morphed into a full blown story dealing with Elathan and his anamcara. Which means– soon you’ll have the third of nine brothers to enjoy. *grins*

My favourite Hero

cynnara — Sun, 07 Feb 2010 03:21:09 +0000

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). To be honest, he’s not a true hero, but an anti-hero. If I were honest, he’s an art thief who doesn’t believe in violence against his own person. He’s British and very bold and daring, as long as he gets out before the cops arrive. But there is his feelings for Vicky Bliss- the woman who aggravates him and enthralls him at the same time. In fact, it’s his words that give me the ultimate declaration of love that just makes me sigh and whimper in need.

The Vicky Bliss series is the first series I read by Elizabeth Peters before I discovered the Amelia Peabody series. I found myself reflected in Vicky and when it came to the book, Street of the Five Moons, I found myself reluctantly falling for the bad guy– or so I thought he was. Who was he? Sir John Smythe, who is really John Tregarth. As the books progressed, John and Vicky’s on again, off again relationship progressed and regressed as they got into various troubles of the antiquities kind (she is a museum assistant curator, he a thief of said items). But in Trojan Gold, it came to a head when they were facing death by avalanche. John said something to Vicky as the roaring drowned out his voice– and she wanted to know if what he said was what she read on his lips. Thus came the most romantic line ever– at least to me.

“I love you,” he said flatly. “I- love- you. Shall I elaborate? I have loved you. I do love you. I will love you. I didn’t want to love you. I tried not to love you. I will undoubtedly regret loving you, but- God help me- I love you- so much-”

*sigh* Can we say that declaration just takes the cake when it comes to love? It’s also why I hope one day my heroes can reach the pinnacle that Sir John has in my heart. Why else would I take his last name as my own?

I got my cover! WHOO HOO!

cynnara — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 05:08:21 +0000

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.

Snippet Thursday- Story Idea

cynnara — Thu, 03 Dec 2009 18:51:38 +0000

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?”