Spotlight on Bad Apple by Wren Michaels - @EvernightPub #Erotic

Snow White has always been just that, white as snow. Pure. She's lead a domestic life in the shadow of her outspoken and voluptuous sister, Rose Red. With Rose now marrying Prince Marcus, Snow fears she'll be left with an empty heart and empty cottage.

One night, Snow gives in to her desires, but is caught by Marcus' brother, Prince Darien, as he witnesses her indiscretion. Together they tap into a part of Snow long buried.

But Queen Miriam, once betrayed by Snow's mother, sees the same thing happening again--this time with her son, Darien. She refuses to let her throne be taken from her a second time and sets out to kill Snow White. Darien must believe in the power of true love's kiss or lose his kingdom, and Snow, forever.

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She spins from my arms and drops her chemise to her ankles. Turning her head, long raven locks drape her bare shoulder as she glances back at me. I stare at her naked flesh. Last night in the tunnel darkness shrouded us. Now, in the bright morning light, I see her for the first time.
Her gorgeous hair stops right before her rounded hips. She clings to the oak bed post and eases herself around. The pink of her breasts stare back at me. I swallow hard over the lump wedged at the back of my throat, blocking my words. My gaze traverses the length of her, stopping on the beautiful patch of hair between her legs. All the air in my lungs lunges out of me in a gasp.
“Why are you still clothed?” She tilts her head as a coy smile weaves over her lips.
“Because I cannot take my eyes off of you. Words fail me. They would do no good anyway. There are none to describe you, Snow. Gorgeous. Stunning. Beautiful. They pale in comparison to how my eyes see you. How my heart feels for you. But perhaps with actions, I can show you.” I rush her and sweep her into my arms, squashing her breasts against me.
Crushing my lips over hers, I sweep her mouth, telling her things with my tongue that I cannot say. Soft moans fill our kiss, and my feisty Snow works hard to get me out of my clothes. Hating to unlock our lips, I step back to undo the last of my trousers.
“I finally get to see all of you, too.” She stalks around me like a tiger eyeing its prey. “I like this part best.” She drags a finger the length of my cock, which stands at attention waiting to pleasure her. “But, I also like this part.” Her hands palm the width of my torso. I fight back a smile itching to curl over my lips at her little game. “I really like these.” Gripping my hands, she pulls my fingertips to her lips and kisses each one. “They do so many good things to me.” She makes one final walk around me. “But I like this part most of all.” Pressing her lips to my chest, she kisses my heart. It fills with sadness and love at the same time.
The lump returns to my throat as I fight back choking emotions attacking my head and heart.
“What about my lips?” I ask, forcing a smile over the ache in my heart.
“They are not part of you. They are part of me. They breathe life into me. They feed me words that can never be spoken.” She runs her hand up my chest before cupping my cheek. “They unlock true love's kiss.”
I ease her backward onto the bed and hover over her body. Leaning forward, I brush my mouth against hers. Hard nipples graze my chest, sending a lightning bolt of arousal to my cock resting against her hips.
“These lips can do so much more.” I look deep into her eyes that swallow me whole.
“How so?” she whispers.
“Like this,” I say, before kissing my way down her body. Spreading her stunning thighs apart, I ease my face between them.
“Darien?” she cries out. “What are you doing?”
“Speaking to you in another language.” I pry open her lower lips with my fingers and swipe the length of her pussy with my tongue.


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About Wren Michaels
Wren Michaels hails from the frozen tundra of Wisconsin where beer and cheese are their own food groups. But a cowboy swept her off her feet and carried her away below the Mason-Dixon line, where she promptly lost all tolerance for snow and cold. They decided they'd make beautiful babies together and they got it right on the first try. Now Wren lives happily ever after in the real world and in the worlds of her making, where she creates book boyfriends for the masses to crave.
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Advice for the Newbie -- Yeah, I'm going there ...
I've done a few interviews here and there during blog tours and guest spots on other authors' blogs, and things of that nature. Interestingly enough, on almost every interview sheet I've filled out, a common question is asked: What is your advice for a new author/newbie/any-variation-you-want-goes-here?

My answer was usually standard to other authors' answers and I would pretty much give the same one every time. It's the safe answer, the "okay" one. An answer that doesn't scare someone with a dream of their own away.

You know, the whole "Never give up, keep trying" kind of answer.

I'm not really a safe kind of person and in my home and life, blunt honesty, regardless if you like it or not, is always the best policy. It just is. And so, I don't want to be safe anymore.

Here is my advice and bear in mind, this is my "advice" after publishing for a year and a half, most of that was unsuccessfully. It's only recently that I've finally maybe come into my own shoes in my chosen genre and I'm still not a wild success, I just don't have to work full-time anymore. Let's put it that way. With that being said, I've spent my year and a half publishing in mostly silence. I've watched others, watched reviewers and just regular readers ... I've made few friends but the ones I have reached out to are beautiful, awesome people. I wouldn't give them up for anything and more importantly ...


*shout outs to Elle, Dixie, Tracy, Donna, Steph, and I'm sorry to any I missed but you know who you are*

Advice number one: Find people you trust in this business. That's not easy, it's never going to be easy. Some days this biz feels a heck of a lot like we all stepped back into high school. You've got street teams attacking authors writing in the same genre as their favorite author, bombing with one-star reviews and things. You've got publishing houses making shady business choices and then suing bloggers when they're outed.  You've got authors behaving really freaking badly in very public forums and being completely unapologetic but instead crying BULLY when things don't go how they expected it to. Wow. That was a lot, right?

Yeah, find people you trust who don't act this way, don't want to be around people who act this way, and hold those lovely finds as close as you possibly can because they are what I like to call SANITY. When the drama comes out, the llama's dance. You will know who they are.

Piggybacking off advice umber one is number two: Find someone who you trust inexplicably. With anything, got that? Anything. Because you're going to need them sometimes. Really, you will. Bonus points if they're not in the business of writing, reviewing, or blogging, too. I mean, it's okay if they are, but serious points if they aren't.

Advice number three: Do your research. Actually, I said before that reading a page of Wikipedia and then writing about the mob isn't doing research, which it IS NOT THANK YOU VERY MUCH, but this isn't what I'm talking about.

Blog tour companies, publishers, cover artists, anything you have to pay for or are going to give the permission of handling, managing, selling, or even promoting your books ... research them. My god, research them.

Had I did that, I could have avoided wasted money in one aspect, or five years locked in with a publisher who wasn't a good fit for me. Sure, they're great for a lot of other authors, but they're just not right for me at all and my sales show it. I also could have avoided a second publisher that already had issues once with breaking contracts by way of a subscription model and then jumped right back into the same damn mess again. Nonetheless, these issues could have been avoided for me. I've learned from them and that's what's most important.

Research, go on and do it. Ask other authors about blog tour companies, about Return on Investment numbers. It's important and it just might save you a headache.

Finally, advice number four (Yeah, I really don't have that much to say or whine about, but these seemed the most important ones I've learned over the past year and a half): Don't read reviews. Really, maybe not even the good ones unless someone is fisting your hair and forcing you to look at a screen. The bad reviews are going to suck, hurt, and a dozen other things. They're also totally inevitable, a part of this business, and something that drives sales. Some might even be right on the things or issues they bring up. Take that into account, too.

But that's the thing, a lot of authors don't. They just see a bad review and scream foul straightaway. I've done it, privately to be sure, but I've done it. Not everyone is going to like you, your words or your stuff. Simple. They're not required to, either. Suck it up. If you can't handle that, maybe you shouldn't be publishing. You're making a product, giving it to a consumer, and they're responding to the quality, their enjoyment of it, and their "return on investment". Because even bad reviews can be written in a good way. Often, they're not, but I've seen it done.

It's better just to leave reviews where they lie. Don't play in that territory, it's not yours and you'll get pissed on. I guarantee it.

So, that's it. For now, I suppose.



Musical Inspiration
Since Filthy Marcellos: Dante will soon be gearing up for a release like his brothers, I figured it would be a good time to share some of the music that reminds me of his story. Well, this song actually reminds me more of the heroine Catrina, but you know. Same difference. *grins*

Teaser from Shattered (The Russian Guns, 5) - #WIP #ComingSoon
Since I'm knee-deep in working on the very final Russian Guns novel, I thought ... why not share the first few hundred words or so of Chapter One? 

It's certainly an eye-opener as to what he's been up to ... 

Ready for this? 


If there was one thing in particular that frightened the Bratva men who worked under Demyan more than anything else, it was his ability to kill and carry a normal conversation all the while. Sure, his coldness and the disinterested attitude he sported usually kept others at bay, but the cruel factor left them warier than ever.
“What are you doing tonight?”
Koldan shrugged from his spot on the makeshift, plywood counter. “After the party? Whatever Ana wants, you know. Probably chill at your parents’ place for a bit and try to stay the fuck out of Anton’s way.”
Demyan snorted under his breath. “He likes you.”
“For the last two years, he’s wanted to kill me.”
“Nah, for the last four years he’s wanted to kill you.”
“Thanks,” Koldan said. “I just have to make it to the wedding in a few months.”
“Honestly, my father likes you, man. Especially since …” Demyan trailed off, waving a hand at himself like that explained it all. He supposed it did because shit, Anton Avdonin had a son, but he wasn’t really there anymore. Not like he once was.
“Anyway,” Demyan drawled, bored with the entire conversation. “He likes you. If he didn’t, he’d have killed you by now.”
“Maybe,” Koldan agreed quietly.
“What did you two get her for tonight?”
“That dollhouse she’s been talk—”
The flat end of the hammer game down on the kneecap of a man Demyan had found poking around his territory. The guy’s scream was swallowed into his gag, the stench of urine and vomit emanating from his form. He wasn’t sure of the man’s name and he didn’t really give a fuck, but the single shamrock tattoo on the inside of his wrist said more than he ever could. That, and the fact he had been toting a gun and tried to go in on one of Demyan’s guys.
After what happened to the Avdonin family by the Irish four years ago, none of that scum needed to be in Little Odessa.
Numbness settled in Demyan like it always did whenever he was working. Well, hell, the numbness never really left.
The hammer came down again. Another muted scream sounded as the guy’s eyes flew wide and his kneecap blew out under the force of the hit. Bone, blood and matter spilled.
Demyan didn’t even flinch.
This was business. His life.
Welcome to the freak show. 
Man Candy (The Cougar Journals, 1) by @JewelQuinlan is now an #Audiobook! #Romance
New Audiobook: Man Candy, The Cougar Journals Book 1

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Commercial real estate agent, Ava Baldassari, is done with being a good girl. Recently having revamped her self-image, home and wardrobe she finds there is one thing left that needs updating; her sex life. She runs into her friend and running partner, Cole, one night when she is out with a friend. A bit drunk she flirts with him and is surprised by the enthusiastic response he gives back. Things reach a point where she has to make a decision whether or not to cross a line she never has before. Ava is forty and Cole is twenty-five, is she really ready to become a cougar?

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Enjoy this excerpt from Man Candy:
“I’ve been wanting to do this for a while,” he whispered in my ear, still pressed against me as he unzipped my dress.
Me too, I wanted to say. But I didn’t. I was adrift in the onslaught of sensation as he slid the fabric from me, trailing kisses down my back as it went. Making me aware as I never had been of how sensitive the skin there could be. When he reached the small of my back, he lingered, kneading my skin with his tongue and teeth. His hands ran down my legs and then back up to my breasts, and I savored the feel of his fingers. My breaths came heavier. I had been needing this for too long.
He rose and turned me toward him, towering over me. His cap was gone and his dark hair was askew, as though he had run his fingers through it, giving him that sexy just-woke-up look. I slid my fingers from the waist of his jeans, underneath his shirt, to his muscled back. The ridges of strength there were too tempting beneath my fingertips. How did he find the time to work out that much? I had to see with my own eyes. Fisting the hem of his shirt in my hands, I pulled his t-shirt up to remove it. Why should I be the only one standing here naked? With a chuckle, he complied, lifting the shirt over his head and flinging it away in the casual manner of an underwear model on TV.
Sure, I had imagined what he looked like with his shirt off, but the reality was ten times better. He had a runner build, but that was filled out with muscle. The planes of his chest were topped by strong shoulders and arms, which seemed to blossom over the lean ridges of his abdominals, creating a definite contrast. I couldn’t help reaching out and touching him. I ran my hands over his skin, tracing my way upward to the light coating of black hair on his pectorals. He leaned his pelvis into me, forehead on mine, his erection pressing into me, making me shiver with anticipation.
We were on the brink of something oh-so-good, and I was dying to plunge ahead. Yet, I hesitated. Questions burned in my mind. I tried to hold them back, knowing serious talk would ruin the moment. That lasted about two seconds before I gave in.
“Um…” I said.
He lifted his head from mine and looked at me.
I cocked my head at him. “Did you just say you’ve been wanting to do this for a while?” Had he been scoping me out all this time?
He nodded. “Who wouldn’t? Look at you. You’re gorgeous.”
The smoldering look he gave me trumped anything I observed on the physical plane. The messages coming from him on a subliminal level promised pleasure that made me squirm with heat.
“You know it’s going to be good between us, Ava,” Cole said.

About the Author:
Restless by nature, Jewel Quinlan is an avid traveler and has visited 16 countries so far. Lover of ice cream, beer and red wine she tries to stay fit when she’s not typing madly on her computer concocting another tale. In her spare time she likes to do yoga, hike, learn German and play with her spoiled Chihuahua; Penny. It is Penny’s mission in life to keep Jewel from the keyboard. But, with the help of dog-chew-making-companies, Jewel has been able to distract her canine companion and continues to get thousands of words on the page for your enjoyment.
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