Thursday, April 24, 2014

Author Cage: Author Stephan Morsk steps into the cage today.

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Today in author cage we have Stephan Morsk for an interview. Stephan is the author of today’s book blast HE: A sexual Odyssey. We would like to thank Stephan for stopping by and sharing with us.




Welcome to Darkest Cravings, tell us a little bit about yourself?

Thanks. I’m a mental health professional who’s been writing daily for about 15 years. I’ve won awards (a 7th and an 8th place in a Writer’s Digest Contest out of a field of 19,000), published short stories and won honorable mentions. I love writing, writers, and the whole craft of authorship, the mystique and irascibility of the ‘auteur’. Unfortunately they’re far too anonymous these days. I grew up in the 60’s when you could see Truman Capote, Gore Vidal, Norman Mailer (my favorite author) and many others on talk shows. They had a presence, held stature. I yearn for those days.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

When I won the above awards. I thought, I can do this. Yet, a lot of those early days was aping others.

Writing adult fiction isn’t for everyone, how did you end up writing for the toughest audience?

It poured naturally out of my denatured soul. I call my genre ‘mysteroticom’ combining mystery with comedy and erotica. Nobody else is doing it, at least, not the way I do. It evolved naturally from everything else I did. By the way, I don’t necessarily subscribe to the label ‘adult fiction’. Writing is writing in my book and should be judged on its own merits. For example, was Roth’s ‘Portnoy’s Complaint’ adult fiction? How about John Updike’s ‘Villages’? My copy has about thirty nudes on the cover. The boundaries seem inchoate, vague. Nobody called Mailer’s ‘American Dream’ adult fiction yet in one part he tosses his wife off a balcony then goes downstairs and has anal sex with the maid. I rest my case.

Most of the intimidating parts of being an adult fiction writer is the steamy scenes, how did you overcome the “stage fright”?

Never had any. I write what I enjoy. Sex and humor and a good mystery are all part of it.

Which fictional character would you like to go on a date with? Why?


What was the first adult fiction novel that you read? What was your reaction?

I love literature period, sexy or flaccid, somnambulistic or pulp ejaculatory. Doesn’t matter. Read Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying’. There’s plenty of skin in it, but that’s not what it is about. Remember the ‘zipless fuck?’ I’m dating myself.

Your favorite adult fiction book is-?

“HE: A Sexual Odyssey”. Sorry to be so self-aggrandizing.

Your favorite Author is-

Norman Mailer. Read ‘American Dream’ or ‘Tough Guys Don’t Dance.’ Pure, gritty genre.

We all have a treasured possession, what is yours?

My penis. (All my protagonists have humongous organs. Am I overcompensating or what?)

Are your characters based on real people or did you create them from scratch?

They’re amalgams of real and illusory. I start with a physical image culled from my life, TV, movies or the news media. Then I inject the quintessential personality, often playfully hot in young women and desperately comic in the face of megalithic karma in guys. My male protagonists are all awed by feminine potency, lust lashed, pussy whipped (but not wimpy) flawed desperados in search of feminine salvation.

Do you think adult fiction have reached its full potential yet, or are we still in for a huge surprise?

I think it’s yawing into mainstream and the evidence is all over the place. ‘Fifty Shades of Grey’ is becoming Hollywoodized. I think ‘HE:A Sexual Odyssey’ is the male counterpart of that female sexualogue.

Do you think adult fiction helps improves relationships?

It can. I shudder at the depths of repression that exists in some circles. I also cringe at the joyous openness that exists all around. The good ol’ US of A is creaking along its libidinal fault lines. Bravo and watch out. I hope to be riding the crest of that lava tinged tsunami.

If you have to pitch adult fiction to someone that’s too shy to read it, what would you pitch?

You’re reading literature. Literature is about life and life involves sex. The best art encompasses the full spectrum. Let’s not be squeamish simply because we’re uncomfortable. If you’re uncomfortable it behooves you ask, why?

What is your motto?

Happen. Barring that, have a nice sandwich in life. A little mustard wouldn’t hurt either.

If you would like to find out more about this amazing author, check out the book blast below.

Book Blast: HE: A Sexual Odyssey by Stephan Morsk

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clip_image002[4]HE: A Sexual Odyssey

Stephan Morsk


ISBN: 0-7414-8224-X

Genre: erotica

Book Description:

In HE the unnamed protagonist, a law student, is involved with a series of women who either loathe him, try to poison him, save his life or exploit him sexually. The first is the nanny of his ex boss’ kid. She sends him a hateful letter, enclosing a pubic hair and rubbed with pheromones. After observing a woman in a coffee shop whose breasts are ‘freaks of nature’ she leaves a briefcase and departs. He’s unsuccessful in returning it to her, but this karmic event exposes him to a bevy of dangerous and seductive paramours.

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Book Trailer:






Dear #######'

DO NOT BE ALARMED. I would never give away your cloying secrets. But don't kid yourself; I know who you are.

You see, I've seen you staring at me in the foyer when I come to take charge of Sisco on Saturday mornings. Your hazel eyeballs have given you away. Don't think I don't get IT. I've noticed how your eyes hover over me, darting around my body like a laser. Picked up on your malingering stare. (I caught you eyeing my butt one day when I left the bathroom door open to tease my hair. Mirrors do reflect in case you didn't know.) When you do acknowledge me (if you do at all), your retinas hover around my chest instead of making eye contact. OMG! Do you think I'm that much of a dumb blonde? Really...

So in deference to the fact that you will never, ever have me, I am sending you these tokens of esteemlessness. (1) Since you would no doubt like to run your gruff fingers through my saintly pubic hairs (not to mention your liar's tongue), I have sent you one (enclosed). And (2) since you'd love to use your sizable nose to sniff me in luscious places I have rubbed certain of my pheromones on special spots (UR, LL) so that you may inhale (which is as much as you can ever hope for) (just the thought of you turns my tummy icky) the essence of my sensuality. Enjoy...

Yours truly,

Misha T, the babe

P.S. I'm even hotter than your pathetic, perverted little mind could ever imagine.

Trust me.

Turning the envelope upside down, something fell out. Hesitant to exhale, lest it vanish, he pulled a small magnifying glass from his desk drawer and examined the specimen. There it was, a curly fury of blackness culled from the mine of her smoky mound.





Stephan Morsk is a mental health professional who writes daily. He won a 7th and an 8th place in the Writer’s Digest competition 2001 out of a field of 19,000 writers. He has published a short story and won honorable mentions in other years. His web site offers a new short story each month. He is interested in novellas and recently submitted “Parrot Moon” to the Paris Literary Prize. He’s finished several other short books, part of a four part series including “HE”, “Trashy Novel-A Love Story”, “She” and “I”. He lives in rural Minnesota with his family. Favorite novelist, Normal Mailer. He enjoys exercise and is a reasonable amateur magician.

Book Blast & Giveaway: The Divine Series by RE Hargrave


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{Book #1}

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***Contains explicit sexual content (including multiple partners and gender pairings) and mature situations which could be trigger-inducing for some readers.***

Catherine O’Chancey is a reserved, demure, and graceful submissive. All traits she trained hard to enhance when she discovered the world of Dominance and submission in college. In an attempt to start fresh after the unexpected death of her last Dom, Catherine moves to Dallas, TX to escape the shroud of darkness he left behind in her life. She has tried to fight the need that resides deep within her to submit, but finally has to admit she can’t for it is not a choice, but part of who she truly is. After months of mental preparation, she ventures back into the lifestyle by attending a coveted open-night event at Dungeons and Dreams, an exclusive BDSM club.

Is it fate or coincidence that Catherine garners the attention of one of the club’s board members who happens to be on the hunt for the perfect sub – a partner who enjoys receiving pain and pleasure as much as he enjoys doling it out?

Jayden Masterson is many things: a firm Dom, a shrewd businessman, and a gentleman. What he isn’t, is someone who partakes in relationships outside of contractual ones with his multiple, un-collared, regular submissives. While he likes rough sex, he is not an animal, and can find pleasure only if it is consensual. What his harem is missing is a pain slut; could there be one in his future?

Upon meeting Catherine, Jayden feels an instantaneous spark inside him that has him wanting to know not just her body, but her mind. He wants to unravel her mysteries and discover her secrets. Through pain can they find the pleasure they seek? Can part-time pain lovers find full-time fulfillment when it’s not in their contract?

Genre Erotica/ BDSM

Publication Date January 20th 2013




{Book #2}


***Contains explicit sexual content (including multiple partners and gender pairings) and mature situations which could be trigger-inducing for some readers.***

Over the past year of being Jayden Masterson’s collared submissive, Catherine O’Chancey has worked through the mental terrors left behind by her old Dom — or at least she thinks she has. To celebrate their collaring anniversary, Jayden organizes a special day, during which her final fantasies will be realized and her limits tested. Will it prove to be more than she can handle? Can she endure the erotic onslaught her mind and body will experience and survive unscathed?

While Catherine faces these dark shadows and pleasurable highs, Jayden will find his own inner strength being tested, too. He has come to realize that, somewhere along the way, Catherine has taken possession of his heart, mind, and body. Now, he faces his biggest challenge ever; he must let go of all his submissives but one: his jewel, Catherine. Can he leave his philandering ways behind? Has he made the ultimate mistake by putting his jewel into the hands of others? Will his gift to Catherine wind up costing him the one thing that has ever meant something real to him?

Jayden has helped Catherine heal from past wrongs and chase away the nightmares. In return, Catherine has shown him what it means to care for someone beyond mere sexual gratification. Their strengthening bond as Master and submissive has paved the way for deeper emotions — if they can find the courage to open up to each other.

Join Catherine and Jayden for an emotion packed weekend that could forever change the future of their relationship. This could be their best chance at love, but first both Dom and sub must gain control over the one thing they can’t put in a collar: their deepest doubts and fears. For this kind of healing, the necessary treatment must be mutually given. Is it too late to erase some old scars?

Genre Erotica/ BDSM

Publication Date August 5th 2013




{Book #3 Coming Soon}


3d A Divine Life CoverTo Serve is Divine excerpt (18+):

For the next hour, Jayden shifted topics in the questioning. Sometimes his questions were in regards to Spencer, other times he asked about childhood memories. The whole time he monitored the bullet, watching her skin tone and breathing so he knew when it was getting to be too much or taking her too close to an orgasm.

Together they worked the first memory out of her. When she was done talking, her cheeks were tear soaked, and Jayden felt nauseous. Spencer had not been a Dom. He’d been an abuser, and Catherine had been nothing more than a worthless object to him. The time had come to welcome her back into the true meaning of the Lifestyle; Jayden could wait no longer.

The Dominant stood and freed the velvet box which contained the length of black pearls from his pocket. Attached near the clasp was a small charm engraved with a four-leaf clover for outer appearance while the back of the charm was etched with Jayden’s initials and a triskelion—the emblem of their Lifestyle.

“Catherine,” he said standing before her. “Will you allow me to collar you?”

There was nothing ritualistic about it, just straight to the point. Jayden wanted her; wanted to have a hand in her life full-time, even if they played just on the weekends. He was offering to be there when she was happy and when she was sick. Protection within the community would be provided by him. More than anything: he was stating that he wanted her.

Catherine met his gaze and smiled before she slipped from the chair to take a proper position on her knees for the occasion.

“Aye, Sir. To serve you will be divine,” she answered, and Jayden could tell her heart raced within her chest—much like his own.

He fastened the choker around her neck, allowing the pads of his fingertips to linger against her soft skin a moment longer than necessary, and then he kissed her lips.

“I’ve chosen black pearls for your collar because of all this particular treasure has to endure for its inner beauty to shine, and for its rarity. You are my pearl, my jewel, and you’re servitude will always be surreal.”


A Divine Life excerpt (18+):

Catherine was locked into position: hands tied above her head, legs spread wide with knees bent, the mock cock buried deep in her ass. Her sex was stretched slightly open, and she could feel the edge of the table pressing just under the bottom of her ass, bound as she was to the edge of the table. The dildo was the one thing keeping her from slipping off. Catherine felt like a slut; she felt like a seductress, and she felt beautiful in her submission for her Master—even if he wasn’t there.

The camera came to life, surrounding her with its audible preservation of every emotion on her face, leaving no part of her hidden but her eyes.

Shawn returned to her side and flipped her skirt up so that, once again, Catherine was on full display. A cool breeze traipsed over her left nipple when he tugged the blouse down, catching it under her breast.

A single camera click chirped before a sharp, repetitive beeping broke into the serenity of the afternoon.

“Well, shit!” huffed Shawn. “Sorry, doll, my battery just died on the camera. I need to run back inside and grab my spare.”

“Um, Shawn, please don’t leave me out here alone. You’ve got enough pictures, right?” Catherine could feel her nerves rolling in her stomach, souring it. Her heart pounded in her chest. She didn’t want any more surprises; she just wanted to get the damn blindfold off!

“It won’t take but a minute. I’ll be right back, okay?” He patted her leg, and she whimpered. “Don’t go anywhere!” Shawn instructed, laughing at her expense; because really, where the fuck was she going to go?

“Shawn.” A door closed, and Catherine had to assume it was the door back into the building. “Shawn!”

Oh, you have got to be kidding me! He did not just leave me out here like this. I know he made sure everything was secure, but so help me; if I slip off this table, I’m going to kick his ass!

“Shawn?” She tried one more time. Nope, the fucker was gone. “Well, fuck me!” she growled to the trees.

A twig snapped behind Catherine.

“I think I just might do that,” came a low whisper.


About the Author


R.E. Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX where she prides herself on being a domestic engineer. Married to her high school sweetheart, together they are raising three children from elementary age to college age. She is an avid reader, a sometimes quilter and now, a writer. Other hobbies include gardening and a love of a music.

A native 'mutt,' Hargrave has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories on location in South Carolina and Texas, but it’s anybody's guess as to what the genre will be!

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Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Author Cage~ Savannah Young takes on Only The Brave today.


Today in author cage we have Savannah Young, author of Wilde Riders. Savannah is also on of out Only The Brave authors taking on our toughest interview. We would like to thank Savannah for being so brave and sharing with us.

About Savannah Young:
clip_image002Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.

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Welcome to Darkest Cravings, tell us a little bit about yourself?
I am an award-winning/optioned screenwriter, Amazon Bestselling Novelist, produced playwright…and that doesn’t even include my day job! I write romance novels under the pen names Dakota Madison and Savannah Young.
When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?
I told my mom that I wanted to write my first book when I was about four-years old. As soon as I learned to read, I wanted to write!
Writing adult fiction isn’t for everyone, how did you end up writing for the toughest audience?
Who says adult fiction is tougher than writing for kids or young adults? My kids’ time travel book took me a year to write because it required so much research. I wrote 12 Dakota Madison romance novels in a year ( ). When I made the decision to try to write full-time and eventually give up my “day job” I knew I needed to write in a genre that was more lucrative, so I decided to write romance novels.
Most of the intimidating parts of being an adult fiction writer is the steamy scenes, how did you overcome the “stage fright”?
That wasn’t easy for me! I think it gets easier the more you write and the more romance you read. It also helps to write under a pen name (or two!).
Which fictional character would you like to go on a date with? Why?
Kian Kavanagh from the Dakota Madison FIRE ON ICE series. He’s my all-time favorite romance character. He’s been described by a reader as “1 part gladiator, 1 part Arthurian Knight, 1 part street punk, and all male.” He’s also the character that’s most like my husband.
What was the first adult fiction novel that you read? What was your reaction?
I’ve been reading adult fiction since I was a teenager and that was years ago! I really don’t remember…
Your favorite adult fiction book is-?
It’s extremely difficult for me to select one favorite book. So many books have had an impact on me as a writer. I have to say that I thought Easy by Tammara Webber was exceptionally well written and perfect for the target audience.
Your favorite Author is-?
Oscar Wilde
We all have a treasured possession, what is yours?
I’m not sure you can actually classify them as “possessions” but I consider my bloodhounds priceless. They’re the only things I would consider saving from a burning house (after my husband, of course!).
Are your characters based on real people or did you create them from scratch?
If I told you that, I’d have to kill you! J There’s a reason why all my books have a disclaimer on the copyright pages that covers “resemblance to any persons living, dead or dated by the author” to be purely coincidental.
Do you think adult fiction have reached its full potential yet, or are we still in for a huge surprise?
There are a finite number of human stories and they have all been told and retold throughout history. It’s the unique execution of those stories that keeps people entertained.
Do you think adult fiction helps improves relationships?
I think it depends on the book!
If you have to pitch adult fiction to someone who’s too shy to read it, what would you pitch?
I never try to convince someone to read something if they’re not comfortable reading it. I think what one chooses to read is a very personal decision.
What is your motto?
“Ask forgiveness, not permission.”
Author Name: Savannah Young
You have a few steamy moments in your novel. Were they created from fantasy or is there real life experience behind it?
Most of what I write comes from experience but there are a few scenes that are purely fiction…
Why did you choose a virgin rather than a more experienced woman?
I’ve written characters from “virgin” to “slut” and everything in between! I generally write whatever sexual experience level serves the story.
Foreplay, some say it’s just a waste of energy, others feel that it’s a must. You’re opinion?
There are time when foreplay is appropriate and other times when it’s just about “getting in” and “getting busy.”
What sexual position is your favorite?
On top!
Have you ever used your nails and left marks?
Do you think lingerie is a must for a relationship?
My husband thinks so!
Are you a screamer or the bite it down kind of lover?
Not a screamer at all.
Wow we do love our Only The Brave authors. Thanks Savannah! If you would like to find out more about Savannah and her book check out the book blast below.

Book Blast & Giveaway: Wilde Riders by Savannah Young


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Title: Wilde Riders
Author: Savannah Young
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Audience: Adults
Formats: eBook and Paperback
Publisher: Short on Time Books
Cover By: Tony Bryson
Editor: Shirley Pearson
Pages: 190
ISBN-10: 978-1495442971
ISBN-13: 1495442977
Expected Publishing Date: February 23, 2014



WILDE RIDERS is the first novel in a spicy new contemporary romance series about four sexy brothers, their small-town bar and their local country band. WILDE RIDERS can be read as a STAND ALONE NOVEL or as part of the SERIES.
Cooper Wilde spent his entire adolescence counting the days until he could escape rural northwest New Jersey. Now at 26, he can’t believe he’s coming back. But his late father’s bar, Haymakers, is in financial trouble and his older brother, Jake, has asked for Cooper’s help.
Riley Smith, 25, is fresh out of her Ivy League MBA program and wants to make an impression on her employer, H & C Bank. Her first solo assignment is a fraud investigation on a business loan they made to Haymakers.
Even though Old Town is less than 90 minutes from New York City, Riley feels like she’s stepped into another world in this remote, one-bar town. Riley can’t wait to do her business and get back to the city as quickly as her sports car will take her…until she meets Cooper Wilde. He’s not like the other guys in this rural town and Riley feels inexplicably attracted to him.

The drive into New Jersey is exhausting. My only saving grace is that most of the traffic is going into the city instead of out of the city like I am. You’ve got to love those bridge and tunnel guys. I wouldn’t date one but I have a little bit of respect for them. The commute into Manhattan turns a nine hour work day into an eleven hour one, if you’re lucky. I can feel my stomach start to knot as I get further away from the city and further away from civilization. Pretty soon I’ll be in the sticks surrounded by woods and farmland. I can almost smell the manure that will no doubt take days to completely rid from my nasal passages. I pray that I don’t run into any animals, especially cows, which are huge, smelly and completely freak me out. The only live animals I ever care to see have to fit comfortably in a handbag, like a Chihuahua or Teacup Poodle, for example.
I have an appointment with a man named Jake Wilde. He asked me to come early, before the place opens at noon, so he could give me his full attention. I try to imagine what someone named Jake Wilde would look like and all I can come up with is an old gunslinger like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven.
As I pull into Old Town the place looks exactly like I thought it would. The buildings in the town square are old and I image the place hasn’t changed much in the last hundred years or so.
Haymakers is just past the town square, down the hill from the deli, next to the gas station. Those were the exact directions I was given, in those words. I take that to mean the town only has one gas station and one deli.
When I pull into the parking lot, there’s only one other vehicle sitting there. It’s an old beat-up Dodge Ram. Nothing like fitting the country bumpkin stereotype like a glove. I have a brief moment of panic and wonder if it’s safe to park my BMW in the dirt lot. Then I remind myself where I am. Who is going to mess with it in the middle of the day? A stray deer from the woods out back? The only thing I probably have to worry about is it getting dusty.
I take in a deep breath. I have to be thankful there’s no manure smell yet. The quicker you do this, I remind myself, the quicker you can get back to the lovely asphalt jungle you call home.
I’m hit with a gust of wind as soon as I get out of my car. How is it possible that Old Town is even windier than lower Manhattan? I didn’t think I’d ever find a place windier than Wall Street. Even the Windy City didn’t seem this windy when I had business in Chicago.
When I enter the bar, I try to smooth down my thick hair, which I know is probably a complete mess from the gust. I’m surprised by the homey feel of the place. How could someone like me possibly feel at home in a country bar? Even if I was wearing jeans and cowboy boots, if I even owned jeans and cowboy boots, I wouldn’t fit in at a place like this.
I hear someone clear his throat and I turn to see a guy about my age, mid-twenties, standing next to me. I can’t help my surprise when I see he’s wearing khakis and a polo shirt, like he just stepped off of a golf course. He looks as out of place in this country bar as I feel.
“Are you Jake Wilde?” I ask.
The guy gives me the faintest hint of a smile but it’s almost as if it pains him to give that much. His deep brown eyes look even more distressed and I can’t help but wonder what’s behind those sad eyes.
He rakes his fingers through his thick dark hair. “A little windy out, isn’t it?”
My hand automatically goes to my hair and I try to casually flatten it down again. I imagine I must look like I just stepped out of a wind tunnel.
“Your hair looks fine,” the guy tries to assure me. But he’s got that hint of a smile on his face again and it makes me wonder if he’s lying just to make me feel better.
“I’m Cooper Wilde,” the guy says as he offers a hand.
I don’t know why I suddenly feel nervous about shaking it. It’s a business meeting. That’s what people do. But the way this guy is looking at me gives me the feeling that he might be interested in more than just business.
But I’m not, I remind myself. Not only because I’ve all but sworn off men, I’m here to do a job. I’ve been working for H & C Bank for two years and this is my first solo assignment as a lead investigator. If I continue to do well, I’ll be well on my way to becoming a Vice President before I turn thirty. I don’t need a man to throw me off my career trajectory. And definitely not some guy in a country bar in rural New Jersey.
I take his hand and give it a quick shake but I can’t bring my-self to look into his smoldering eyes again. “I’m Riley Smith.”
“I figured that,” Cooper says.
“Why is that?”
That hint of a smile has returned to his face again. “We don’t often get women in business suits in the bar.”
I’m not sure why I’m suddenly overcome with the urge to get a real smile out of Cooper Wilde. I don’t know even know the guy but it somehow seems important. I get the feeling he hasn’t really smiled in a while and it’s long overdue.
Not that I’ve had much occasion for real smiles myself lately.
“My brother will be here in a minute or two. He’s just printing a few documents from the computer. Purchase orders and receipts.”
I nod and look around the place. From the outside, I thought it was going to be a dive but the place actually has character. I can tell the wooden bar is old, and it looks hand carved, as do the barstools. There’s a large stage area that looks new. That’s one of the expenses I was charged with investigating. I try to image what the place looks like filled with patrons watching a local band play on a Friday night.
“Ms. Smith?” I hear a deeper male voice say.
I look up to see another guy approaching. He also looks around my age, mid-twenties, but he looks more like what I’d expect inside a country bar. He’s wearing a white button down shirt with jeans and cowboy boots. His hair is lighter than Cooper’s and his face is rounder, more boyish, but there’s definitely a family resemblance between these two guys. They’re both about the same height, around six feet, with athletic builds, like they play sports.
“I’m Jake Wilde,” the lighter haired guy says.
I try not to laugh as I look at Jake. He’s young, attractive and nothing like Clint Eastwood in Unforgiven. So much for my speculation about his name.
I notice Jake has papers in his hands. “Maybe we should have a seat at one of the tables.” He motions to a table closest to us.
“Would you like something to drink?” he asks. Jake has one thing that Cooper doesn’t. An absolutely killer smile. It’s the kind of smile that can probably get any girl into bed in a matter of minutes. Well, any girl except me. I no longer fall for guys with smiles like that. It hurts too much the next morning when they say they’ll call you, and give you that smile, and you know they’re lying and you’ll never hear from them again.
“I’ll take some water,” I reply.
Jake actually winks at me before he turns to head towards the bar. The guy knows how to charm people I’ll give him credit for that.
I notice Cooper now has the papers in his hand. Without saying anything, he sits down and I follow.
“I think this is everything you’ll need as far as the fraud investigation is concerned. We’ve got purchase orders for all of the improvements as well as receipts for the completed work. You’re sitting at one of the new tables right now. And you can see the new stage from here. I’d be happy to take you up to the new roof, if you’d like to see it.”
Cooper pushes the stack of papers toward me. I quickly thumb through them. I’ll make a few phone calls when I get back into the city to verify everything and cover my butt. At first glance, though, everything looks clean. It doesn’t seem like a case of fraud, more likely poor bookkeeping.
“The loan hasn’t been paid in months,” I say even though that’s not really my department. I’m here only for the fraud investigation. They’ll be dealing with someone else regarding the default on the loan.
“I know,” Cooper says, and I can see more darkness over-shadow his already dark eyes. “I’m going to try and fix that.”
Jake comes back with three bottles of water. “Bottle okay or would you like a glass?” he asks.
“Bottle is fine,” I say.
Jake sets the bottles down on the table and takes the seat right next to me. I’m a little taken aback by how much space he commands. And not just because of his size. It’s his energy—his being—that’s so large.
“So what did I miss?” Jake asks.
Cooper eyes his brother and I can see there’s a little bit of animosity between them. Or at least there is on Cooper’s part. Jake seems kind of oblivious to it.
Cooper rubs his temple and says, “I was just telling Miss Smith that we’re willing to cooperate with her investigation in any way we can. I’ve given her all of the documents she’ll need.”
“Great,” Jake says. He gives me another one of his charming smiles then looks at me like he’s undressing me with his eyes.
I reflexively pull my suit jacket tighter even though I’m revealing nothing. I’m wearing a conservative button-down banker’s suit but I still feel like Jake can see through it somehow.
“I’ll look at the papers more closely when I get back to the city. I assume these are copies I can take with me?”
“Of course,” Cooper replies. The guy is all business. It’s in sharp contrast to his brother who seems more like a non-stop-party kind of guy.
“Did you decide if you want to see the roof?” Cooper asks.
When Jake laughs, Cooper glares at him.
“What?” Jake says. “If that’s supposed to be a pick up line, you’ve got a lot of work to do.”
“It’s not a pick-up line,” Cooper says through clenched teeth.
Still grinning, Jake asks, “You’re really going to show her the roof?”
“It’s not necessary,” I state. The last place I want to be is in the middle of these two guys’ drama. There’s obviously a lot more going on than just showing me the roof.
Jake leans close to me and I catch a whiff of his cologne. It’s a spicy and masculine. “Why don’t you let me show you the new stage we had built?”
I can feel the heat radiating from his muscular body and I’m quickly reminded by my body’s reaction that I haven’t had sex in over six months.
I gulp. “That’s not necessary.”
I can feel several beads of sweat roll down my forehead. I’m getting hot, and it’s not because of the temperature of the room has changed. It’s Jake’s closeness to me.
I jump from my chair. “I have everything I need.” I feel like waving the papers in front of my face like a fan but I refrain. I just need to get out of the bar and away from Jake. Then I’ll be fine.
That’s what I tell myself anyway.
Cooper rises from the table and gives me an odd look. I wish I could figure out what it would take to make the guy smile but I can’t stay next to Jake a minute longer. He’s like catnip and I’m the cat. I need to escape and get some fresh air.
“Thank you both for your cooperation,” I say.
“You’ll let us know if you need anything else?” Cooper asks.
“I will. It was a pleasure meeting you.” I put out my hand for Cooper to shake.
This time, when he touches me, I make a point of looking into his eyes. They seem to have gotten even darker and deeper in just the last few minutes and that makes me even more curious about him.
Business, I remind myself. You’re here for business and then it’s back to the city.
“It was nice meeting you, too,” Cooper says and once again, he only gives me the hint of a smile.
When Jake clears his throat, it breaks the moment between me and Cooper. I’m embarrassed that I lost control. I’m supposed to be a professional.
I noticed Jake has his hand out and I realize he wants me to shake it. The last thing I want is to do is touch Jake. I don’t want to get caught up in his charismatic web like a fly.
I give him a ridiculous wave instead and I feel like an idiot when he frowns.
“I’d better get going,” I say as I turn and make my way toward the door.
When I look back at the two brothers, they’re both staring at me. I don’t know why that makes me so nervous. I don’t plan on ever seeing either one of them again.
When I’m finally outside, I take in a deep breath of what I think will be fresh air and instead, I’m assaulted by the small of cow manure.
Great. Just great.
I hop into my car and turn the air conditioning up as high as it will go. I take in another deep breath and try to get the stench of cow dung out of my nasal passages. I can’t believe I’m shaking. I’m not sure if it’s because of Cooper or Jake. Maybe it’s a little of both. But I’m definitely rattled.
I just need to get out of Old Town and get back to the city, I tell myself. Then things will get back to normal.
As I put the car into reverse and begin to pull out of my parking space, I keep thinking: I just need to get out of here and get back to the city.
When I step on the accelerator to go forward, I drive right into an old Chevy pick-up truck that’s headed straight for me.

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clip_image002[1]Romance novelist Savannah Young grew up in rural northwest New Jersey in a place very similar to the fictional Old Town, which is featured in her books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy stories, Savannah is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds.
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Tuesday, April 22, 2014

Book Blast & Giveaway: Layers Off by Lacey Silks


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Layers OffSynopsis

She’s gone through hell and back.

He’s kept a secret that could send her there again.

And they’re trying to find their way to each other.

Rescued by the man she loves, Kendra Knight struggles to recover from a month-long captivity. Memories of her imprisonment as a sex slave haunt her as she battles withdrawal from drug addiction and tries to put a dreadful past behind her. With the help of her new friends, Allie and Laura, Kendra begins to question who she is, as well as Julian Cross’s true intentions for her future.

Julian Cross, owner of a top investigations firm, has kept a secret since the day he met Kendra. He watched her grow from a teen to a woman and fall in love with his brother Tristan, only to be broken into pieces in the end. Now, he vows to stand by her until she’s well, so he can finally tell her the truth about her past.

Will the truth finally set her free... or back to prison?

Note: This book is the first part of a Trilogy that is designed to be read in order. It is recommended that the prequel to the series Dazzled by Silver be read before this book as well. Warning: This title contains erotic situations, and graphic language. Intended for adult audience 18+.

Genre Erotica Romance

Expected Publication Date March 31 2014




He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it. I closed my eyes and let his breath be the guide as his lips touched one finger after another, then slid along my arm. I dropped my jacket to the ground. Before I knew it I was enveloped in his arms, savoring the warmth of his body, mixed with the freezing rain, sticking to him as if the water were permanent glue. But the weather was the last thing on my mind at this moment. That touch I’d craved for so long was finally on my skin. Julian’s mouth rested a bit longer on my bare shoulder before grazing up the side of my neck. His thumbs caressed my collar bones as his hands lifted up to cup my face, and that’s when I opened my eyes to look into his beautiful hazel eyes, now shiny and dilated. And it all seemed like a dream. I’d always believed dreams for girls like me never came true – but mine just had, because I was in the arms of a man whom I’d loved for years. I’d always assumed I wouldn’t deserve that man who meant everything to me, who would protect me and cherish me the way Julian had. I’d always thought Julian would be the one who got away.

And within moments I was up in his arms. My legs wrapped around his hips and my hands grasped tightly around his neck. Julian’s palms supported my bottom as he carried me back to the chalet, never breaking our gazes, never ceasing to connect with as much of my skin as he could. Once inside, he lowered me in the foyer, and one by one released the buttons on my shirt. I yanked his soaked t-shirt out of his pants and pulled it over his head.

“No drinking tonight,” he whispered, trailing kisses along my shoulder and my neck.

I knew exactly what he meant, and added with a free giggle I hadn’t heard come out of my mouth for months, “And no weed.”

He cupped my face and traced his finger along my lip. “Promise me you’ll tell me if you’re uncomfortable.”

“I promise.” My chest heaved with anticipation. Could this really be happening, or was I still dreaming? No, nothing this good and real could be a dream, because I’d never want to wake up.

And for the first time in years, he seized my mouth with a crushing kiss. The taste of his perfect lips sailed through me like a freed bird lifted by the wind. The soft skin was warm and tender, fitting against my mouth like it was made for me. My shoulders and arms drooped to my sides. My head spun as we stood there in the hallway, half-undressed and wet, savoring every second of our connection, barely moving and so lost in each other I was afraid I was imagining it. Gravity no longer mattered. I felt the laws of the universe break at my feet; Julian was the one keeping me tied to this world.

The pop of my jeans sent joyful shivers through my entire body. We pulled away, watching each other with intent as the clothes were slowly stripped off. I stepped out of my soaking shoes and he removed his. As we moved across the foyer toward the staircase, we left a meandering path of clothing in the hall. I stood there in my soaked panties and bra, shivering. Julian’s boxers clung to his growing curve. The way he devoured me from the bottom up with his gaze felt like he had set my skin on fire. The swell of my breasts moved higher with every inhale.

Julian sucked a quick breath in. Stepping closer, he drew his finger along my panty elastic, from one hip bone to the other, and my lungs locked up, reveling in the trail of heat left by his touch. Dizzy, I closed my eyes, feeling that warmth spread through me. I may as well have jumped into a radioactive pool, the way heat weaved through my body, turning my over-iced skin into a searing surface.

And without hesitation, he lowered his mouth to mine. A whimper slid from the back of my throat as I let him manipulate my lips with his, learning their curve and texture all over again. His arms supported my hands. I held onto his biceps at first, waiting to see whether Julian was really ready to have me, but as his tongue dipped inside my mouth, I lost any remaining doubts. I opened wider, my hands sliding up to his neck, and drew him in closer and harder, pressing his face to mine until I could feel his teeth against my gums. Seconds later we each couldn’t get enough of the other. His insistent tongue hardened as his mouth sucked every breath I owned, forcing me to pull away for a second just to inhale. I couldn’t catch enough air. Julian watched my face as I gave into his body. It compelled me to lean back against the staircase. He supported me as I sat on one of the steps and spread my legs apart, allowing him to hover over me.


About the Author


Lacey is an Author of Erotic Romance. Her stories come from her life, dreams and fantasies. She’s a happily married wife with two kids. Lacey likes to make her readers blush and experience the story as if they were the characters. Drawing on the reader’s most sensitive emotions through realistic stories satisfies her more than… …ok not really, but you get the point;) She likes a pinkish shade on a woman’s cheeks, men with large feet and sexy lingerie-especially when it’s torn off the body. Her favorite piece of clothing is a ‘birthday suit’.

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Monday, April 21, 2014

Author Cage~ Author Matthew Tallman steps into the cage today.

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Today in author cage we have Matthew Tallman. Matthew is the author of The Shade one of today’s book blast. We would like to thank Matthew for stopping by and sharing with us.


clip_image002About Matthew:

I am currently a part time writer and full time government employee. Reading and writing books is one of my favorite hobbies as I enjoy every part of the story telling process. I have been working on three full-length novels for the last three years. I grew up all around the world because my father was in the United States Air Force, the past ten years I have lived just outside of Dayton, Ohio, which is where I now reside with my wife and stepson.






Welcome to Darkest Cravings, tell us a little bit about yourself?

Well, I'm a government employee who has always had an overactive imagination. Currently I live near Dayton, Ohio with my wife and stepson. I've always wanted to write a novel and now it seems I have. I really get pleasure from the outdoors; biking and hiking are summer activities I enjoy.

When did you first consider yourself a “writer”?

I think I first thought of myself as a writer the moment I held the finished copy of my first novel. Up until that point I did the action (writing) but I never felt like a writer. Once I had the finished paperback in my hands, it seemed official somehow, as if it was something I'd accomplished and would last forever.

Your favorite fiction book is-?

I took the liberty to change this question, I hope you don't mind. As far as my favorite fiction book goes, I'd have to say Speaker for the Dead is one of my all time favorites.

Your favorite Author is-?

I'd have to say Orson Scott Card, despite his personal views I do believe he is one of the fathers of modern Science Fiction.

We all have a treasured possession, what is yours?

I really like listening to Vinyl records, so I would have to say my most treasured possession is a record Beggars by the band Thrice. It's a limited pressing and even though I don't listen to it that often, I still like displaying it in my home.

Are your characters based on real people or did you create them from scratch?

A bit of both. I'd have to say that most authors will take a bit of reality and stick them into their characters. I believe all my characters have a little piece of my personality in them. James has a lot of my curiosity, while Virgil has my sarcasm. I think by building the characters on something or someone you already know you can better create a more believable character/story.

What is your motto?

My motto is Audaces fortuna iuvat, it's a Latin phrase meaning, Fortune favors the bold (brave). This is also the motto of my book.

If you would like to find out more about this amazing author and his books, check out the boo blast below.