Monthly Archives: December 2012

5 Star Review for Christmas Eve!

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Reviewer: Alberta
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Well, you shouldn’t be reading Christmas Eve alone on Christmas Eve, if you can help it, because it’s so hot, you’ll burn the house down! Flame is a new author to me, but I can’t help thinking I know the style, so maybe she writes under another name as well. It’s super nova hot, sexy, erotic, evocative, and sweet, all at the same time. You will love it, I promise.

Nick is holed up in his mountain hideaway near Las Vegas, waiting for his paid companion for Christmas Eve to show up. When a realtor listing the house next door runs her classic car off the road and shows up on Nick’s doorstep, can he be blamed for thinking she is his high priced call girl? However, the magnetism between the two causes Eve to fall into Nick’s bed as well as his heart.

Both of them labor under misconceptions about love and are reluctant to commit for some of the same reasons, but their lonely backgrounds also play a part. When Eve is forced to take Nick to the hospital, and she learns his misconception of her, she retreats to nurse her broken heart, but Nick has changed his mind about life, love and the pursuit of happiness. Can Eve do any different?

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Welcome to the Evernight Holiday Blog Hop!

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We love the holidays, we love making our readers happy and we love giving away swag. What better way to do that than to hold a blog hop?


Here’s how it works… the more blogs you hop to (shown below) the more chance you have of winning prizes. Each site on the hop is offering a prize and Evernight is offering an iPad 2 as the grand prize! To be in with a chance of winning the site prize simply follow the blog you’re visiting and leave a comment which includes your email address. Each entry on each blog is then counted towards the grand prize draw. The more entries you have, the better your chance of winning that iPad 2! You also get extra points for liking the Evernight Facebook page 
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Christmas Eve, an erotic romance set in Las Vegas will be released December 14th by Evernight Publishing. Here’s a blurb: 
In a blinding snowstorm on Christmas Eve, the jaded owner of a posh Las Vegas casino mistakes the stranded real estate agent at his door for the classy call girl he’s expecting to heat up his holiday.

Passions ignite. Eve has learned men believe bedding her the most direct route to her wealth. Nick’s female companions always want the keys to his Ferrari and to his safe deposit box, never to his heart, so he distrusts the entire lot and expects to simply walk away unscathed when his brief time with Eve ends.

Neither expects to give marriage a try, but hearts have a way of going where cautious souls refuse, and after screwing their heads off for six days and nights Nick and Eve discover without love their former lives were little more than empty shells.

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On Writing Erotic Love Scenes

There’s a difference in writing erotic love scenes and in writing dirty. The primary difference I see is in the language used to describe the events. Word choice determines if a sexual encounter between physically attracted couple described on paper will read as a love scene or a raunchy retelling of events.

I like to think I don’t write dirty. I don’t write erotica. I do write about the intimacy shared by an aroused couple deeply attracted to each other who experience and act on their strong sexual desires.

This does not mean they have hot monkey sex in public. They might, but are just as likely to visit a deserted gold course late at night for such public displays of affection.

My personal favorite location is in an elevator. The likelihood of being interrupted makes the daring tryst all the more exciting.

In erotic novels, the sexual dance the couple enjoys prior to completing the act lasts far longer than the act itself. This is where word choice plays an important part.

Here’s an excerpt from Christmas Eve, my upcoming release by Evernight Publishing:

He’d insisted the architect include this exterior wall of glass in his plans, and now was doubly appreciative of his decision. His original intent a selfish one: to admire the dense stand of trees on his property while taking a bath.

Nick grinned. He’d never dreamed that someday he’d be standing on the outside, looking in. A far more delightful view.

Eve’s upraised arms lifted her breasts to the perfect angle to fill palms already itching to feel her soap-slickened flesh. The gentle spray made Eve’s fair skin glisten.

And Croupier surge to life.

She turned, giving Nick a tempting view of her butt as she tilted her head and rinsed shampoo from her hair. He let his gaze roam freely over her body, caressing the straight line of her perfect back, the gentle curve of her buttocks, the tempting length of her thighs and calves, right down to her carefully painted toenails, all the while with Croupier trying to escape the close confines of Nick’s jeans.

Eve shook her head, sending wet drops in every direction, then tossed back her hair, an action that made her butt shimmy. Nick’s mouth went dry.

And further on:

She turned away for a moment, to put the soap away, he saw, a movement that brought her closer to the window, to his pleased delight. She squeezed something from a tube and began washing her face, allowing him a full frontal view of her glorious body.

Yes, he knew it well. He had loved and admired every inch, but never tired of the sight.

He flattened his palms on the window, forgetting for a moment the wall of glass preventing him from touching that abundance of glowing flesh. Eve tilted her head back, letting the spray stream down her face, rush like waterfalls over her breasts, cascade down her legs.

She shook her head, once again flipping her hair back off her face, then opened her eyes. Not in the least upset to see him standing there, she stepped right up to the glass and beckoned to him, smiling.

He didn’t need a second invitation. Instead, he flew down the steps and around the corner, his heart pounding, his blood running hot. Sometime or other he’d unbuttoned his pants and wool shirt. He shed his boots on the porch, his shirt just inside the kitchen.

His unzipped jeans puddled around his ankles when he rounded the corner leading down the hall and he nearly tripped. With an aggravated kick he freed one foot. Unhampered now, he hurried on, only to skid to a halt just inside the bathroom where Eve waited, her arms outstretched to him.

He peeled out of his jeans, his briefs and socks.

Stepped into the shower.

And let Eve work more of her magic on him.

This is the dance my sexually attracted couple enjoys over and over throughout the book. Just rereading this scene has me squirming in my desk chair, and the two of them were not even sharing the same room for most of this scene.

Links:

Flame hangs out here:

https://flamearden.wordpress.com/

http://www.flamearden.com/index.html

http://www.flamearden.com/page4.html

http://twitter.com/FlameArden

You can download Christmas Eve here:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/flame-arden/

Or from your favorite eBook store

 

Christmas Eve - Available December 14th from Evernight Publishing

Christmas Eve Blurb: In a blinding snowstorm on Christmas Eve, the jaded owner of a posh Las Vegas casino mistakes the stranded real estate agent at his door for the classy call girl he’s expecting to heat up his holiday.
Passions ignite. Eve has learned men believe bedding her the most direct route to her wealth. Nick’s female companions always want the keys to his Ferrari and to his safe deposit box, never to his heart, so he distrusts the entire lot and expects to simply walk away unscathed when his brief time with Eve ends.
Neither expects to give marriage a try, but hearts have a way of going where cautious souls refuse, and after screwing their heads off for six days and nights Nick and Eve discover without love their former lives were little more than empty shells.