So-o-o-o Tempting

Let me trace the pattern of your tattoos, first with my fingers, then with my lips, my tongue. I promise I won't block the sun.

Much.



"Nymphomaniac: a woman as obsessed with sex as an average man." ~Mignon McLaughlin

New Release From Jan Springer

By day she's a dedicated gynecologist. By night Dr. Ella Cinder escapes reality by secretly performing in her own erotic adult version of Sinderella.

When sexy colleague Dr. Roarke Stephenson shows up in the Sinderella audience on the same night her Prince Charming stands her up, Ella seizes the opportunity to make Roarke into her Prince Charming for one night of hot blazing sex… in front of an audience.

Dr. Roarke Stephenson is immediately captured by the lusciously curvy actress who hides behind a mask and is known only as Sinderella. For some insane reason she reminds him of his klutzy co-worker, Ella. But that's not possible. Ella would never have the nerve to do the wickedly delicious things Sinderella does to him…... or would she?


Available now at Ellora's Cave.


Jan Springer is a phenomenal author and my hero! If it hadn't been for a class she taught a year and a half ago, I wouldn't be where I am today. Thanks again, Jan. :)

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I'm SExing today--come over and read about my first upcoming Chippendales experience!



"A man's kiss is his signature. " ~Mae West

Characters Should Have Jobs

Just as in real life, characters in fiction need jobs. They need something to do besides sit around, eat bonbons and worry about their troubles. Unless they're independently wealthy (which happens sometimes) or landed gentry (which also happens sometimes), they need a visible means of supporting themselves. Even if what they do is not quite on the up-and-up, they still have to pay bills and eat.

How they spend their time, even off camera (outside of the story), goes to what's at the heart of all fiction: a character's desire. What he wants, and what he's willing to do to get it. Jobs of all types can add nuance and complication. If the hero is a bartender, what's it like for him? Does he wish he were doing something else? If so, what? Does he have hobbies competing for his time and attention?

Jobs also give characters a reason to be or not be at certain places at certain times. And in some books, a character's job may take center stage, molding the character's conflicts and tensions.

When I begin fleshing out a story, I have a character interview sheet I use that has all those questions about things I should know about my character, from What color are his eyes to What's his favorite color/food/movie, etc. All of these sorts of questions help shape the character. But to really find out who a character is, I pay close attention to what he does, and why he does it. Let's face it. A character who has to be at the hospital or library or research lab has a life--one the reader can be drawn into. Occupation adds dimension.

Occupation gives purpose. The hero can't just lay around butt-naked all day. Well, he can...


... but he really needs to be more than just a pretty face attached to a muscular body. Really. He does.

Seriously.

He does.

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I'm over at the NCP blog today, talking about men. What else?!? Come on over!



"Love is... born with the pleasure of looking at each other, it is fed with the necessity of seeing each other, it is concluded with the impossibility of separation." ~Jose Marti

New Review For THE PRAETORIANS: DISCOVERY

From Francesca Hayne at Just Erotic Romance Reviews:

"The plotlines surrounding this story... are utterly exciting and invigorating... I found Max to be exceptionally sexy and his added animalistic features are carnally delicious. His dominant and confident personality makes for a spicy plot focus. Cat is also quite confident and when her dominant individuality clashes with Max's, it makes for a sparkly show of passion... If you are looking for a hot plot with spicy sex scenes... The Praetorians: Discovery would be a good read for you."

3 1/2 Stars!

Sensuality Rating: H - for HOT. (The reviewer was forced to find her toys while reading.)

Read an excerpt or buy.




The latest installment of All's Fair is up at Indulgence. Check it out.



"Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other." ~Rainer Maria Rilke

Save A Horse...

... Ride a cowboy.

Need I say anything more?

I think not.

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I'll be over at Ebooklove today, chatting with readers with other AQP authors. The chat starts at 1:00 EST, and my time slot is 2:30-3:00 EST. Hope to see you there!



"Writing is a lot like sex. At first you do it because you like it, then you find yourself doing it for a few close friends and people you like. But if you're any good at all... you end up doing it for money." ~Author Unknown

Sneak Peek At HOT TIME IN THE CITY

Coming July 1st to Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, part of the Summer Sizzlers Anthology:


The third story in the seasonal theme, Hot Time in the City is Brandt de Winton's tale.

Back at Friends, Incorporated co-owner Brandt de Winton has come face to face with Dakota Jennings, the woman he'd loved and lost through his own short-sightedness. Now she's back, asking for his help. Can he convince her to give him another chance, to forget and forgive old hurts? Maybe, but there's a price to pay, and it involves the use of his handcuffs...

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“Why do you have to have a goddamned summer wedding, anyway?” Brandt stared down at his cousin, trying to steel himself against the pitiful look in her slate-blue eyes. He tossed the last orange peel from his late lunch into the black mesh wastebasket beside his desk. “It’s hot as hell out, humidity’s up. It feels like a fucking sauna outside.”

Syd crossed her arms, her look going from pleading to glaring in a split second. “You have been like a bear with a bee up his butt since you got back from Akron three months ago. You haven’t stopped cussing, either. What’s your problem?”

He ground his teeth together, refusing to answer. What could he say, anyway? That he’d totally fucked things up for himself when he was in Akron? That he’d condemned himself to live half a life because he’d been too damned stubborn to accept the gift he’d been given?

That he’d thought Dakota had been too good to be true, and had set out to prove it only to be slapped in the face by the truth? The truth that she was good and honest and so goddamned sexy he got hard just thinking about her?

No, he couldn’t tell anyone what a total ass he’d been. He was too ashamed of his callous behavior. Too hurt by the memory of her tear-stained cheeks.

Raking a hand through his hair, he swore under his breath. “Fine,” he muttered, turning from her to sit behind his desk. He rotated his shoulders, trying to ease the knots that had been there since April. “Fine. I’ll stand with Turner and be co-best man for your fiancé.”

“Thank you.” Syd walked forward and perched on the edge of his desk. Her voice soft, she asked, “And the other? Do you want to talk about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.” When she would have said more, he held up his hand to stop her. “Really, Sydney. I appreciate your concern, but there’s nothing to discuss.”

She got off his desk and walked out of the office. “Okay, okay.” Pausing at the door, she looked back at him. “But if you ever need to talk, you know where to find me.”

He leaned back in his chair and pinched the bridge of his nose, where a headache was forming. Damn it. Four months, and he was walking around like a lion with a thorn in his paw. He couldn’t get Dakota out of his mind, wondering how she was doing, what she was doing, who she was doing.

And that was what made him the craziest. The thought of all that silken skin bared for another man, her lush breasts hard and ripe for another man’s mouth, her beautiful, swollen pussy spread for another’s possession.

He should do something about it. He could. But he had no right.

Not after the way he’d treated her.

Closing his eyes, he saw her again as she’d looked sprawled beneath him, her face flushed, eyes dark with desire. Voice throaty and pleading as he sensually tortured her.

“Hello, Brandt.” Her husky voice intruded, crawling through his nerve endings, setting them on fire.

He hunched his shoulders. His tortured thoughts had conjured an audio hallucination. God, it was confirmed: he had lost his fucking mind.

“Brandt?”

Looking up, he saw her standing in the doorway, a tremulous smile on her face. She was really here. He shot to his feet, knocking his chair back against the wall. Striding to her, he grabbed her upper arms and pulled her into the room, slamming the door behind her. He released her and leaned against the door, blocking her exit.

His first thought was to keep her from leaving.

His second thought: Damn. She looks good.

Copyright ©2006 Sherrill Quinn. All Rights Reserved.

"Women with 'pasts' interest men because men hope that history will repeat itself." ~Mae West

Obsidian's Flame...

... is in the hands of my critique group. If you've been tracking my progress meter on the right sidebar of my blog, you'll see it is finito! It took a bit longer to finish than I'd like--I had company, then I got sick, and even after I was on the mend I couldn't seem to concentrate. Thankfully... I got better. LOL

So, now it's onto the next project. I'm thinking of trying a short to submit to Ellora's Cave for their 2007 Cavemen series. I've got my critique group roped into a brainstorming session next week. I've got a glimmer of an idea and a rough outline, but I need some help with character goals and motivation. These women are fantabulous at that, so I've got no worries there!

And, of course, I'm still working on Beyond the Beast--I'm now over 50% through, and I think I'm finally getting back into the groove with it. Yay!



"Never mistake activity for achievement." ~John Wooden