Friday, September 25, 2009

Just Released!!!




Cuffed

Blurb:

Janie Flores was new in the small town of Hartford, Texas. All her family is back in San Antonio, several hours away. So when she hears noises coming from her downstairs she calls the local police department to come investigate.

Hartford Police Officer Jackson Ryan and his partner are almost off duty when they get called to a possible break-in. Jackson is enraged to find the sexy woman he saw at the grocery several days earlier. While waiting to take her statement he notices some of her books that have him thinking of cuffing her to his bed.

Excerpt:

The local hardware store was open by the time she arrived. Armed with her list she made her way inside. She was greeted by the several people as she made her way down the aisles grabbing what she needed and putting it into her cart. It was just like her to have something she needed located not only on the top shelf but all the way back she needed to extend her arms an extra six inches to reach it. Climbing onto the last shelf she went on her tiptoes but she still couldn’t reach the damn box.

“Let me get that.” Janie froze as she recognized the deep gruff voice behind her. She held her breath as he leaned in and reached for the box she was trying to reach. Janie bit back a groan, fighting the urge not to press back into his big body. “Is this what you were looking for?”

“Yes,” she said a little too breathless for her liking. Janie waited until he moved back before stepping down. He didn’t move back far enough because she brushed against him as she turned to face him. He was dressed in an old grey t-shirt that stretched across wide chest. Janie had to force herself to look up into his face. As a woman, she knew it was rude to stare at someone’s chest, even with her small and unimpressive breasts men still stared. There was nothing small about him though. He was built on a massive scale. Finally reaching his face, she saw the knowing smirk on his face.

“I was waiting for your phone call this morning.”

“I didn’t want to bother you. I knew you would be tired this morning,” which he didn’t look like it. He looked like he got his recommended eight hours of sleep. She on the other hand was not looking like her cute usual self. At 31, she discovered she needed her beauty sleep. “Besides I can shop all by myself.”

“That’s not the point. I gave you a specific order to call me.”

Janie couldn’t believe what she just heard. Did he just say he gave her an order? She wasn’t sure if her tired brain was playing games with her. His next words confirmed it.

“Next time I expect to be obeyed. There will be repercussions if you don’t. What else do you need to get?”

“What do you mean repercussions?” Janie was pretty sure what he meant but she needed to make sure they were talking about the same thing.

“You know what I mean Janie, but perhaps I should’ve said punishments.” he stepped closer to her, pushing her back against the shelf behind her. “I can give you a spanking or better yet I can cuff you to my bed and explore you at my leisure. Would you like that,” he whispered into her ear.

Janie was panting by the time he finished talking. She couldn’t believe that he just said he would spank or cuff her in the middle of the hardware store where anyone could hear them. She should be embarrassed but truth be told she was so aroused she would need a change of panties when she got back home. All she could do was nod her head.

Spanked

Blurb:

Daire had always wanted Shelby, but their friendship was too important to risk complicating things. But there was no way in hell he could ever allow some other man to claim her. So when Shelby came to him asking for advice about a Dom she was considering, Daire knew he couldn’t wait any longer. It was time to show Shelby he was the only man for her.

Shelby always considered Daire her very best friend. He was the one she always came to for advice when it came to men. The last thing she expected when she confided her interest on a man with the same fetish Daire had was to find herself tied to his bed and completely at his mercy. Who knew how good it felt to be spanked?

Excerpt:

“Why are you in your underwear and why are you in that chair?” He could care less about the answer. Ah, the chance to discipline her; shit, she was just begging for it.

Maybe she had for a while without realizing it. There has always been a spark of attraction between them they had both steadfastly ignored. Why? It seemed so crystal clear to him now; she was his. Always had been. He was a fool for waiting so long to claim her.

“I, uh, wanted to read.”

It was a sorry excuse, and she knew it. He could tell by the glint of mischief in her eyes. Oh, the hours of fun they were going to have. The possibilities had his shaft crying for joy.

“Come here, Shelby.”

She unfolded herself slowly from the chair, swaying her hips as she walked toward him. The little minx had the nerve to look halfway contrite to boot. When she was an inch away she stopped, looking up at him through thick lashes. His cock was throbbing now, but she wasn't about to give it to her just let.

“Take off the bra and panties.” He wanted to touch her badly, but she had to be disciplined first. If he gave her the upper hand this first time, she would take it from here on out. That wasn't how Daire rolled. She needed to learn that now. He waited while she stretched it out, driving him crazy by the slow peeling of the scanty excuse of underwear. He blinked at the tiny airstrip of pubic hair left on her mound. The rest of that pretty puss was bare and smooth. Waxed. Did she do this for Brooks? The thought had him seeing red. That bastard wasn't ever coming anywhere near what was his. He would break his fucking neck if he tried.

“You know I have to spank you, don’t you, baby?” Damned if Shelby didn’t crack the briefest smile at that.

“I’m sorry, Daire.” She didn’t even sound a little repentant.

“Go lay down on your back.” He had to take a step back as she did as she was told. One touch and it would be over. “Put your feet flat on the bed, legs spread wide.”



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Saturday, September 19, 2009

Who is the sexiest hero you have read about in 2009?



I know the year is coming to an end pretty fast and all of us have read a lot of book this year. So, what one male would you say is the sexiest hero you have read about?

Marie Rochelle

Thursday, September 17, 2009

Coming to Texas!


The countdown has begun. Me and Mr. Zetta will be in the Lone Star State in exactly one week!!

Yeeeeee HAAAAAAWWWWW!

We'll be going to the State Fair in Dallas where I gotta introduce Mr. Jim to Big Tex and let them fight it out as to who's taller.


But before *that*, I'll be running into Miz Drea Riley, The Texas Tornado!!

She and her hunny are coming to meet me and my hunny while we visit my grandparents in that booming metropolis that IS Vernon, Texas.

And, of course, while there I gotta stock up on all the goodies you just can't find in Scotland. You know...staple goods.

Lawry's Seasoned Salt
Hidden Valley Ranch Dressing
Grape Soda, Root Beer....

Y'know...necessities of life.

We may also be making a trip to Austin but that's still up in the air.

Woo! Hoo! This Texas brat is coming HOME!!!

Zetta Brown
Messalina - Devourer of Men
www.zettabrown.com

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

Getting off of the Dead Horse by Jeanie Johnson and Jayha Leigh

It’s one-ish in the morning and Jeanie and Jayha are sixteen hours apart, knee deep in edits, and school is back in so forgive the errors.

***
Katie Geneva Cannon is one down sister with some badazz prose. One of Jayha's favorite people to read, she once began a class by proclaiming: “I’ve already done in my life everything that I said I wouldn’t do!”(Cannon, Katie’s Canon, 10). That statement gave us pause not because of its candor, but because of its speaker. Dr. Cannon isn’t just someone who throws out words willy-nilly. A minister, an ethicist, she is heavy into womanist and liberation theology. Upon further reflection and deeper discussion, we realized that yes, while Dr. Cannon was all of these things, she is also … human. Sometimes we forget that for all of a person’s deeds, underneath the titles, the reputation, the infamy, notoriety, the rumors, they are first and foremost human.

***
We also forget our own humanness. In our rush to do for everyone else, please everyone else, live up to social and familial expectations, we neglect ourselves to the point of forgetting ourselves. That’s a dangerous, dangerous thing. To forget ourselves puts us one step closer to forgetting our humanity. To forget ourselves is to forget that we were made in the image of a Creator who so loved the world…you know the rest.

***
Advances in medicine allow us to live better, to feel better quicker, to feel no pain, to feel nothing at all. Advances in technology have allowed us to jam pack our days with more activities. The credit system has allowed us to fill our lives with more stuff. But for all of that, medicine, technology, and credit cannot get us more time. There are only twenty-four hours in a day and too many of us fill every waking moment with things to do, that we feel absolutely, positively just must get done. And we do them not necessarily because we want to but because we feel that if we don’t do them then they won’t get done. The truth is, those things will get done whether we do it or not and if we thought about it, we’d realize that. But we don’t want to think about that (in fact, it seems that we don’t want to think), because if we think about it we have to consider the state of our lives.

***
While we can face down monsters, we find it hard to face ourselves. Not the public self that we shrug into before leaving our homes, or even the public self that we wear inside of our homes, but the self that we are left with when all of the public, when all of the make-up, when all of the politeness comes off/is stripped off/wears off. The self that emerges in the dark, in the silence, in the nooks and crannies of our conscience doesn’t care about being polite; that self is busy speaking raw truth uncaring that it is tearing our carefully-constructed self to shreds.

***
We don’t like to visit that self just like we don’t like to hear the truth because living in denial, living in indifference and living in our dreams is so much easier then living in the truth. We claw, scratch, and fight to hold onto mediocrity (whether it is a lifestyle, a significant other, or a pre-approved future complete with white picket fence). Why do we fight so hard to hold onto a façade that in reality isn’t all that good? Is it because we’re more comfortable with our disappointments than we are with the possibilities of what we could be, who we could be, and what we could accomplish if we stepped out of our comfort zones, our prejudices, and society’s labels? If we had the courage, how would we answer Mary Oliver’s question from ‘The Summer Day’: “Tell me what do you plan to do with your one wild and precious life?” Do we appreciate the wildness of it? Do we appreciate the preciousness of it? Do we recognize the oneness of it?

***
We’ve been busy thinking about life for a few reasons. One, we read our sister-friend’s (Dréa Riley) poem “Closing Doors (Cleaning out My Closet). Actually, we keep copies of it close by. Like the Mona Lisa, there's something about the woman on the accompanying artwork that draws you to it. It’s that look on her face—the look that says she’s traveled down many, many roads. The look that says ‘damn’. The look that says so much yet has no words that can adequately describe it. And then there’s the prose itself. Each time we read it, we discover yet another thing that we need to clean out of our lives. While the states of our actual closets vary (mine is pretty clean; Jeanie’s not so much), we have to wade through our metaphorical closets and weed out the people that don’t uplift us, lifestyles that don’t fulfill us, words that don’t encourage us, love that doesn’t sustain us, practices that don’t liberate us, the gods (small g) that are punitive rather than loving … the gods that aren’t God. We have to clean all of that out of our lives so that we can actually get to our lives.

***
Another reason that we’ve busy thinking about life is because not so long ago, we just started new lives. It started with a story. And then there was an email, and then a letter, and then another and another until half a million words and twenty stories later, there was a universe. We don’t need a team of scientists to explain its creation. It was born in destiny, forged in the fires of belief and trust and love from women and men who believed in us, encouraged our dream even when it wasn’t fleshed all the way out. It’s sustained by their faith in the women we are, their enjoyment in the words we write, and their acceptance of our many imperfections. And we love and thank them for it.

***
A third reason that we’ve been busy thinking about life is because during a talk with our sister-friend Laura, and during the course of our conversation, I commented upon another event that we should attend. After her agreement, I suggested that we add it to our list. There was a pause in her typing before she remarked on the length of our list (of things to do before we die). In that pause it hit us all, right smack dab in the center of our existence. Yeah, our list was getting long and we’ve hardly crossed anything out as we’re always too busy to get to our dreams.

***
There’s twenty-four hours in a day and we don’t have time because there’s always something to do, always something that needs to be done. While that’s true, it’s also true that we are one of those things that should be on our daily to-do list. There are only twenty-four hours in a day, but there are only so many days in a life, and we’ve already used up thirty some years worth.

***
That’s humbling, and eye-opening, and heart-breaking. Were tired of having our hearts broken. And upon further reflection, we’re real tired of the woman in the mirror being the one who breaks it. J and J

Monday, September 14, 2009

What makes you reread a book?



I know that alot of us have read a good book, but what makes you want to go back and read that one special book again and again?

Marie Rochelle

2009 Lub-Dub Awards

Several Badazz Authors have been nominated! If you all would be so kind as to vote for us...that would be awesome! You can submit your votes via e-mail to dreamwild1985@gmail.com, and names are bolded for easy finding. The deadline is today. Thanks in advance!



Best Hero :
Tim Capshaw in “Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson
Dorian Christensen in “Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
Tyson Kincade in “Kincade’s Rose” by Aliyah Burke
Adrian Redwolfe in “In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee

Best Heroine :
Ashaya Aleine in “Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
Faith Wheeler in “Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard
Tamara Holifield in “The Blacker the Berry” by Lena Matthews
Miki Kendrick in “Go Fetch” by Shelly Laurenston

Best Alpha Male :
Fenris in “A Guardian’s Desire” by Mya
Dorian Christensen in “Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
Adrian Redwolfe in “In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee
Russell Crichton in “The Blacker the Berry” by Lena Matthews

Best Vampire/Warewolf/Shape-Shifter :
Jace Archane in “A Kiss of Ashen Twilight” by Rae Lori
Freya Daniels in “A Guardian’s Desire” by Mya
Adrian Redwolfe in “In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee
Dorian Christensen in “Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
Dante Grimaldi in “Dante’s Wrath” by Eve Vaughn

Best Author of the Year :
Savannah J. Frierson
Eve Vaughn
LaVerne Thompson
Lena Matthews

Best Publisher :
Liquid Silver Books
Red Rose Publishing
Parker Publishing

Life Time Achievement Award :
Marilyn Lee
Sandra Kitt
Eve Vaughn

Best Website/Fan-Group/Blog :
The Official Marilyn Lee Fan Club
Fans of Interracial Romance on Goodreads
Fans of Interracial Romance on Yahoo!
Interracial/Multiracial Romance Readers Group

Best Fan :
Caylah Walters
Shawnette from Goodreads
Danielle Hill
Johnandvan

Best BBW :
“Eye of the Beholder” by Marilyn Lee
“Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson
“In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee

Best Contemporary :
“Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson
“Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard

Best Sci-Fi/Fantasy/Paranormal :
“A Kiss of Ashen Twilight” by Rae Lori
“Starstruck: Hunter” by Michelle Lauren
“Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
“The Alpha Promise” by Hayat Ali
“In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee

Best Erotica :
“In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee
“Beg for It” by Minx Malone

Best Historical :
“Badazz Daddy Squad: Ragnar” by Jeanie Johnson & Jayha Leigh
“After the Lies” by Mandessa Selby

Best Fight Scene :
“A Guardian’s Desire” by Mya
“A Kiss of Ashen Twilight” by Rae Lori
“Go Fetch” by Shelly Laurenston
“Hold On” by LaVerne Thompson

Best Love Scene :
“Hostage to Pleasure” by Nalini Singh
“The Blacker the Berry” by Lena Matthews
“Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard

Best Choice to Become A Movie :
“Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard
“The Megalodon Team Series” by Aliyah Burke
“Starstruck: Hunter” by Michelle Lauren
“Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson

Best Cover Art :
“Rendezvous with Fate” by Jeanne Sumerix
“A Kiss of Ashen Twilight” by Rae Lori
“Beg for It” by Minx Malone
“Pursuing Zarah” by Jennifer Cole

Best Short Story :
“Tempting a Wolf” by Tressie Lockwood
“Promises” by LaVerne Thompson
“Tempting Neal” by Marilyn Lee
“Your Local Handyman” by Stephanie Williams

Best Novella :
“Starstruck: Hunter” by Michelle Lauren
“The Blacker the Berry” by Lena Matthews
“Boss Man” by Marie Rochelle
“Beg for It” by Minx Malone

Best Novel :
“Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson
“Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard
“Dante’s Wrath” by Eve Vaughn
“In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee
“Eye of the Beholder” by Marilyn Lee

Best Series :
“The Undead Series” by Emma Petersen
“The Tycoon Club Series” by Marie Rochelle
“The Drace Brothers Series” by Marie Rochelle

“The Megalodon Team Series” by Aliyah Burke
“The Three Sisters Series” by LaVerne Thomspon & Stephanie Williams

Best Story of the Year :
“Trolling Nights” by Savannah J. Frierson
“Tempting Faith” by Crystal Hubbard
“In Blood and Worth Loving” by Marilyn Lee

Sunday, September 13, 2009