Silvia Violet

Moving Blog To A New Home

2008-03-19T10:46:00.000-07:00

I've started a Wordpress blog and moved all my old posts to a new home. Please join me there.

Easy Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins

2008-03-19T06:10:00.000-07:00

I love playing around with muffin recipes and I came up with this one based on a few I had. We had them for breakfast and they were delicious.

Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins

1.5 cups flour
1 cup old-fashioned oats (ground to flour in a food processor or blender)
2/3 cup brown sugar
2 tsp baking powder
1/2 tsp salt
1/2 tsp cinnamon
1/4 cup oil
3/4 cup milk (increase to 1 cup if using fresh blueberries)
1 egg
1 cup frozen bluberries (or 1 cup fresh with more milk added)

Combine dry ingredients in a large bowl. Combine oil, egg, and milk in a separate bowl and add to dry ingredients. Stir just until moistened. Fold in blueberries.

Menage Flash Fiction

2008-03-16T12:45:00.000-07:00

This week's Changeling Bar and Grille theme was shape-shifter menage. I wrote this 100 word flash piece for the theme:

Jake's claws slid out and dug into Liz's hips. He froze. Afraid of how she would react.

But she showed no sign of fear. Instead, she moaned around his friend's cock and shoved her hips back, taking Jake deeper.

He let his claws sink into her flesh, deep enough to sting.

She went wild, bucking against him, begging for more. He gave her his full length, pounding against her, no longer trying to hold back his animal nature. She squeezed his cock, pulling him toward orgasm as his friends fucked her mouth and howled.

Be sure to stop by the Bar and Grille next Friday to see what the Changeling authors are up to.

My Snowbound story has been released!

2008-03-03T09:21:00.001-08:00

Snowbound: Saved by a Vampire is now available from Changeling Press so head on over and check out the rest of this ice melting collection of short stories while you're there.

M/M Flash Fiction

2008-03-02T05:49:00.000-08:00

Every Friday night, Changeling Press authors open up the Changeling Bar and Grille at 5pm EST. During Bar and Grille hours, authors and readers are asked to share 100 word flash fiction based on the weeks topic. This week's topic is Dreams and here is my contribuition:

She concealed herself behind the curtain, watching as the man she'd followed opened wide to swallow his lover's cock. His back muscles flexed as he moved back and forth, fucking his lover with his mouth, sucking, licking, eating him up. The other man thrust his hips, forcing his cock deeper into his lover's mouth.

She reached down to touch her aching pussy. Her hand tangled in the curtain, dragging it across her body.

Her eyes opened. Where was she? Something touched her leg, and she turned over, heart pounding. But it was only the curtain fluttering in the breeze from the open window.

Hop on over to the Changeling Press Readers Loop to see what others have come up with and join us next Friday for more yummy treats.

Emergency Chocolate Cake

2008-02-28T03:41:00.000-08:00

My dh recently turned me on to a great food blog called Farmgirl Fare. I've been slowly making my way through the recipe posts and I was ecstatic when I found her recipe for Emergency Chocolate Cake. In part because the cake looked simple and yummy but also because I was so glad to know that other people had such deep desires for chocolate cake Right This Minute that they would consider it an emergency.

This cake is moist and fudgy and heavenly, and I can have in the oven in about 10 mintues. My dh and dd are in love with it too. Check it out here.

Chat at Love Romances

2008-02-27T17:54:00.000-08:00

I'll be chatting tomorrow (Feb 28) from 1-3pm EST at the Love Romances Cafe. I'd love for everyone to drop by and keep me company :)

One Love for Liv By Marianne Arkins

2008-02-25T09:16:00.000-08:00

Fellow Samhain author, Marianne Arkins is doing a blog tour this month. Her delightful book, One Love for Liv released on Feb 12 with mine. To learn more about Marie, click here or here.

One Love for Liv by Marianne Arkins

Blurb:
Liv is out to prove her high society fiancé is cheating on her. Can she do it without breaking a nail—or falling in love with Mike the mechanic?

Olivia “Liv” Leigh, wealthy socialite and spa owner, suspects her fiancé of cheating on her. Drastic steps are required to discover whether appearances are deceiving. And if those steps require a bit of stalking, a change of appearance, a hippo-sized dog named Spike, and sacrificing her manicure to clean house for a sexy-but-sloppy man whose neighbor is determined to break several of the strangest Guinness world records, why should that be a problem?

Mike, a happily single auto mechanic, is more than content sharing his bachelor pad with piles of laundry, dirty dishes, and a sneaky ferret. But when a half-crazed woman in a bad wig shows up on his doorstep, what’s a nice guy to do?

Why, invite her in, unknowingly help her in her search for the truth and, in the process, fall head over heels for a woman who’s never been less his type.

Excerpt:

Liv drove past the VW and parked around the corner. Nervous in these strange surroundings, she stepped out of the car. First one foot cautiously touched the pavement, then the other.

Litter dotted the sidewalk, and she sidled around a huge wad of pink chewing gum that glistened on the cement to her right, practically pulsating in the sunshine. The wooden fence beside her was covered in graffiti, mostly silly scrawls of people’s names and the objects of their affections.

With a glance over her shoulder at the beat-up sedan, she gave thanks she wasn’t driving the Miata after all. This neighborhood made her terribly uneasy, and her sweet car probably wouldn’t last an hour parked on this street.

She hurried up the sidewalk to the corner, grateful for the first time she was wearing sneakers instead of her usual pumps, and peered around to make sure Daisy wasn’t looking. Of course, she probably wouldn’t recognize Liv, but it was still good to be careful.

She trailed Daisy until the redhead turned up the walk toward the complex and moved behind some thick evergreen bushes. Liv broke into a trot, not wanting to lose her.

As Liv turned the corner, she nearly ran Daisy over. The woman had stopped to check her mail at the wall of mailboxes just outside the complex.

Liv leaped back and slipped between two parked cars, squatting down to hide for a moment until she realized she couldn’t see anything. She duck-walked up a few cars until she could lean down to peek underneath and watch Daisy’s feet to note when she moved on.

Utterly focused on the sight before her, she had no warning before the driver’s door beside her swung open, clipping her sharply on the head. She flew backward, sprawling into the street and thumping her skull on the pavement. Tires squealed nearby as a moving car whipped around her flattened body.

“What the—?” From a million miles away, a man shouted in surprise. She heard the thump of footsteps but couldn’t seem to open her eyes. “Hey, lady.” A huge, heavy hand shook her shoulder. “Are you okay?”

Something warm and wet swiped her face, both reviving and disgusting her. She kept her eyes closed and limply swatted at it. Her hand hit fur. “Ugh.”

“Spike, back off.”

Spike? What was going on? She gave a low moan and tried again to force her eyelids to obey her will, finally succeeding after a Herculean effort. A tanned face covered in five o’clock shadow and smears of black grease swam in front of her. Next to him, its neck surrounded by a studded black leather collar, sat the biggest brown dog she’d ever seen. The creature had drool suspended from its mouth and it looked as if it had swallowed a sneaker with the laces hanging out. Dear heavens, was that what had licked her?

The voice spoke again, and this time she saw the man’s lips move, though they seemed oddly out of sync with his words. The last time that had happened was when she’d seen Shoot the Piano Player in French with English subtitles.

“You don’t look so good. Maybe I should call for an ambulance or something. I whacked you pretty hard.” He touched her forehead and she tried to move away from those greasy hands. Did she have a smear on her skin?

“No, don’t call an ambulance.” Liv was dismayed at how feeble she sounded, but the last thing she needed was to draw more attention to herself. How would she explain that to Geoff or her father? “I’ll be okay. Just help me up.”

“If you’re sure.” Strong, firm hands slipped under her arms and pulled her easily to her feet. The dog leaned against her and shoved its head under her hand. She flinched at the feel of its bony, fur-covered skull even though she appreciated the support. It wasn’t enough, though, and her legs wobbled beneath her.

“Whoa there, Nelly.” The man tightened his hold and steadied her. “Maybe you should come inside and sit down for a couple of minutes. I could give you an ice pack for your head.”

Liv drew herself up to her full height, all five feet, two inches of it—damn, now she missed her three-inch heels—and declared, “I would no more go into a strange man’s house than…than…” She hated that the man only grinned and watched her sputter. She lost the little bit of strength she’d summoned and sank down onto the sidewalk. “I’ll sit on the curb. Just get your ugly dog away from me.”

“Spike? C’mon, he’s gorgeous.” He gave the monster a vigorous scratch all up and down its body. “And he’s not my dog, but don’t worry, he’s a marshmallow.”

“I don’t like dogs.” She dropped her aching head into her hands and peeked through her fingers to watch as the man dragged the dog a few feet away. Spike stared at Liv with droopy brown eyes for a couple moments before he turned and trotted into the apartment complex. Thank heavens.

“Look, you can’t sit out here by yourself. What if you have a concussion and pass out?” The man squatted beside her. “Do you live nearby? I could take you home.”

“I don’t live anywhere around here.” Heaven forbid. Liv waved off his offer with a flip of her hand. “I just need a few minutes to gather my wits.”

“I don’t feel right just leaving you here. Maybe you could go to my neighbor’s? Daisy is a pretty harmless woman—at least if you’re not a man—and from where I’m sitting, it’s obvious you’re no man.”

“Daisy?” That was impossible. What were the odds?

“Yeah.” He grasped her elbow and helped her stand again. Despite the grease and calluses, his hand was oddly gentle and comforting. “I bet you’re seeing double, and you can’t drive in that condition.”

Annoyed he was right, and interested in checking out where the competition lived, she reluctantly agreed. They walked side-by-side into the complex, each step making her head throb more.

“I’m Mike, by the way. Mike Peck.”

She looked up at him, really seeing him for the first time. He was unbelievably tall, well over six feet, and wore some kind of gray coverall that had his name embroidered on the patch affixed to the front.

She squinted at the smaller lettering above his name. Doug’s Import Auto Shop. Saved by a grease monkey. How exactly right for her day.

Monday Morning Quiz

2008-02-25T03:37:00.000-08:00

I'm supposed to be getting my kids up and ready for the day but instead I'm mindlessly surfing the net and I ran across this quiz. As a writer, I just had to take it. (Acutally I'm a sucker for quizzes of any kind. :) I'm a dash. Take it yourself and let me know what mark you are....

You Are a Dash

Your life is fast paced and varied. You are realistic, down to earth, and very honest.

You're often busy doing something interesting, and what you do changes quickly.

You have many facets to your personality, and you connect them together well.

You have a ton of interests. While some of them are a bit offbeat, they all tie together well.

You friends rely on you to bring novelty and excitement to their lives.

(And while you're the most interesting person they know, they can't help feeling like they don't know you well.)

You excel in: Anything to do with money

You get along best with: the Exclamation Point

What Punctuation Mark Are You?

Greek Caponata

2008-02-18T04:00:00.000-08:00

I also tried another recipe from the same episode of Everyday Italian where Giada made the baklava, it's called Caponata and it's basically a roasted vegetable salad. I am sadly not a good vegetable eater. I want to love vegetables but most of the time I simply eat them because I think I must, but this recipe made me eager to get in some veggies with my dinner. The flavors of garlic and oregano with the eggplant, zucchini, and tomatoes were so yummy mixed together. I served it over thickly sliced rustic bread like Giada did, and all we ate with it was some cheese and nuts. I'll definitely make it again. You can find the recipe here.

Simple Baklava

2008-02-18T03:55:00.000-08:00

I've never made baklava before but during a rare quiet moment last week, I sat down and watched Everyday Italian, my favorite cooking show. When I saw Giada di Laurentiis make a simplified version of baklava using a mini muffin tin, I knew I had to try it no matter how much phyllo dough intimidates me. One morning last week while I had a few moments to myself, I tried her recipe and it came out great. I even managed to separate the sheets of phyllo and butter them without much trouble. I highly recommend giving it a try.

A Persistent Attraction Available Now!

2008-02-12T06:11:00.001-08:00

A Persistent Attraction is now available so hop on over to Samhain and get your copy. Buy it here!

Countdown: A Persistent Attraction Excerpt #2

2008-02-11T03:16:00.001-08:00

One Day Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction

Here's a second excerpt to get you ready for the big day….

Rhys ran after Amanda. He wasn’t letting her go until he knew why she’d come. As much as his clouded mind wanted to believe she’d finally succumbed to his sensual lure, he knew better.
He reached her as she started down the steps to the street. He caught her waist and pulled her against him.
Once she caught her breath, she began to struggle. “Let me go.”
“You’re not leaving until you tell me why you came.” He fought to ignore the delicious sensations coursing through his body as she writhed against him, rubbing her tight, barely covered derrière against his thighs.
“You are in no condition to help me,” she snarled.
“Stop this before we draw unwanted attention. I’m not letting you go until you agree to talk to me.”
He watched as she glanced from side to side, likely looking to see if they had attracted onlookers. Eventually, her struggles ceased. “Fine. If you promise not to touch me again, I’ll come inside and talk to you.”
“You ask much considering how you are dressed, but nevertheless, I won’t touch you even if you beg me too.”
“You needn’t worry about that.”
“Ever so confident, are we?” he asked, before turning to go back into his house.
She followed him into his study and eyed him closely as he sank into a leather chair.
“Can you possibly be sober enough to comprehend what I’m saying?”
He cursed his stupidity. If only he’d known she was coming, he never would have drunk so much. What had made him want to lose himself in the bottle anyway? The answer nagged at his consciousness, but he couldn’t quite catch it. His mind was filled with base urges that made him want to use Amanda’s body in a way no man should.
Why did she look so angry? Oh, right, she’d asked him a question. What was it? Sober. Was he sober? No, definitely not. Maybe he could fake it. He sat up straighter. “Get on with your story. I’m tired of waiting.”
She looked ready to murder him, but the rapid rise and fall of her chest had him mesmerized.
“I would ask Aunt Claire for help, but as you probably know, she’s been in poor health recently. I refuse to endanger Elise. Mark and Cassandra have enough to think about, and they are too far away. You were the only other person I could think of.”
She said the last sentence as if the very idea of speaking to him disgusted her.
“I’m sorry you are faced with such an odious option. I’m still waiting to hear what this problem is.” He stood and leaned over his desk to grab the whiskey decanter. “Would you like some?”
“No thanks. I prefer not to dull my senses when I’m near you.”
“No, you mustn’t give an evil rake a chance at seduction.”
Her pink cheeks brought him satisfaction.
“I received this note the afternoon before the Leightons’ ball.” She extracted a piece of paper from the waist of her breeches and handed it to him.
It was warm from her body. The feel of her heat made his cock harden instantly. He unfolded the paper and forced his tired eyes to focus on the words.
When he finished reading he was ready to use his bare hands to strangle the man who’d written it. The cold terror that ran down his spine sobered him. “Why didn’t you come to me the day you received this?”
“I thought it was a joke. I figured some man I’d jilted sent it to frighten me.”
“Damn it, Amanda. You were almost killed.”
“I’m fine. But I received a second letter today. That’s why I came. He wants me to meet the same demand in three days.”
“And you want me to help you find him before then?”
“Yes.” She kept her jaw tight as though her response pained her.
An evil idea came to him. He had every intention of finding this bastard and making him pay dearly for harming Amanda, but her situation had given him a wonderful opportunity to toy with her. For just a second, reason broke through his alcohol-laden haze. He knew better, but he couldn’t stop himself.
“I deserve some payment for my assistance, don’t you think?”
“What?” Amanda’s eyes widened.
“Every day that I’m helping you, I will be given one chance to seduce you.”
She shook her head back and forth vigorously. Her fists clenched at her sides. He watched her attempt to get her anger under control. For a few moments, he thought she would send the vase on the table next to her toward his head, but she reined herself in.
“You told me that if I ever needed help, I should come to you. I should have known better than to trust you. Mark may think you have a heart under your detached façade, but he’s wrong.” She stood and grabbed her cloak from the back of her chair. “I’ll handle the problem myself.”
He cursed himself and considered following her once again, but decided against it. Instead he rang for Meadows. When the valet appeared, he said, “I want Miss Halverston followed and guarded. She should be in the sight of one of my men any time she leaves her aunt’s residence.”
“Yes, sir. Anything else?”
“No, that is all.” He sat at his desk and proceeded to drain the rest of the whiskey. His last thought before he passed out over the hard wooden surface was that he could never drink enough to forget the feelings Amanda stirred in him. Feelings a man like him should never have.

Countdown: Researching the Regency

2008-02-10T03:44:00.000-08:00

Two Days Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction

Here are some of the resources I use frequently for Regency era research:

Books:
What Jane Austen Ate and Charles Dickens Knew by Daniel Pool
Our Tempestuous Day: A History of Regency England by Carolly Erickson.
The Prince of Pleasure and His Regency by J.B. Priestly
Life in the English Country House by Mark Girouard
English Landed Society in the 19th Century by F.M.L. Thompson

Websites:
The Regency Collection
Regency England
Republic of Pemberly
Online Etymology Dictionary

Countdown: Becoming A Romance Reader

2008-02-09T03:39:00.000-08:00

Three Days Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction

I first started reading historical romances in the early 90s. Here are some of my favorites that addicted me to the genre:

Mary Jo Putney's Fallen Angels series particularly Thunder and Roses
Jane Feather's V series, particularly Velvet
Untamed by Elizabeth Lowell
The Ruby by Christina Skye
Reckless by Amanda Quick

Some more recent reads that have gone on my keeper shelf:

Never Deceive a Duke by Liz Carlyle
Lord of Ice by Gaelen Foley
My False Heart by Liz Carlyle

What books turned you into romance readers? What are your current favorite?

Countdown: How Rhys and Amanda met

2008-02-08T03:21:00.000-08:00

Four Days Left Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction

Rhys and Amanda first met when Cassandra and Mark were investigating the nefarious activities of Cassandra's deceased husband in Book 1: A Carnal Agreement. Rhys was shocked by his reaction to such a young innocent woman, and when he learns that she is as strong and self-reliant as her older sister, he fears his heart has been stolen. Here's their first encounter…..

Excerpted from A Carnal Agreement

Mark looked around when Cassandra said “Mr. Stanton” as if registering Stanton’s presence for the first time. Rhys stood from his chair and bowed toward Amanda. “We have not been properly introduced, but I can only assume you are Cassandra’s sister. You are a perfect replica of her except for your most exotic eyes.”

He walked behind Amanda and reached his arms around her as if to undo the clasp of her cloak. “May I?”

Amanda nodded and he took the cloak from her shoulders. Rather than putting it down, he held it over his arm, letting his fingers run absently over the fabric. Cassandra should have scolded him for flirting with her sister in such a ludicrous manner, but she found it rather amusing, so she simply introduced them.

“Rhys, as you guessed, this is my sister, Miss Amanda Halverston. Amanda, this is Mr. Rhys Stanton. He is a friend of Mark’s.”

Amanda gave Stanton a withering look. “I would prefer if you did not maul my cloak. It was given to me by my aunt, and I am rather attached to it.”

Stanton looked down at his hands as if he had not realized what he was doing. “Of course. I meant no harm. It is a beautiful garment, almost as beautiful as you.”

Mark scowled at him. “What’s wrong with you, Stanton? This is no time for your ridiculous games.”

Stanton shook his head. “Do forgive me. I was quite overcome by the young lady.”

Mark gave him a withering look. “Take a seat.”

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Countdown: Sinfully Good Treats

2008-02-07T03:12:00.000-08:00

Five Days Left Until the Release of A Persistent Attraction

I am a firm believer in the sensuality of food. Some day I must write a book with a chef as the hero or heroine. For now though, please check out my two free stories "Cinnamon Dreams" and "Strawberry Fantasy" that demonstrate the connection between food and sex.

To get us in the mood for a good sensual romance, I want to share some recipes for sinfully delicious treats.

Triple chocolate cake

1 pkg Devil's Food cake mix
1 pkg instant chocolate pudding
1 cup chocolate chips
8 oz sour cream
4 eggs
1/2c vegetable oil
1/2 c water

Stir cake mix and pudding mix together. Add other ingredients except chips. Stir until combined. Mix on high speed for 2 minutes. Sprinkle chocolate chips with flour (prevents them from sinking to bottom of pan as cake cooks) and mix them in on low speed. Pout into a bundt pan and bake according to cake box directions.

Apple Butterscotch Tart
I discovered this recipe after we went apple picking last fall and fell in love with it.

Cherry Chocolate Chunk Cookies
These are my new favorite cookies!

Countdown: A Persistent Attraction in the Making

2008-02-06T03:12:00.000-08:00

6 days left until the release of A Persistent Attraction. I'll be here every day for the next week counting down the days and posting excerpts and Regency info. Every time you comment, your name is thrown into the hat to win a book from my backlist so join in the fun.

A Persistent Attraction is the sequel to A Carnal Agreement and I am thrilled to be able to share both of these books with my readers. This series has been a long time in the making. I wrote the first book seven years ago when I was teaching high school. I would snatch time to write during my planning period when I should have been grading papers and in the evenings while I sat drinking shot after shot of espresso and my husband typed away on his dissertation. When it was finished I submitted it to several publishers. I got several encouraging personal rejection letters, but no takers.

Even though I hadn't found a home for book one, Rhys and Amanda called for me and I knew I had to write their story, so I started it in 2003, when I was pregnant with my first child. I wrote as quickly as I could, but some complications in my third trimester prevented me from finishing it before the baby came. I took a writing hiatus for almost a year and I focused on a sci fi novella when I started back to work, so Rhys and Amanda's story stayed unfinished.

Then in 2005, I decided to revise A Carnal Agreement. I was overjoyed when it was accepted by Samhain. As soon as my writing schedule allowed, I wanted to finish book 2, but once I again, I found myself trying to complete and revise it when I was pregnant. I had two chapters left when my second child was born, but this time, I jumped write back into writing and wrote whenever I could, sometimes when I was awake with the baby in the middle of the night. I feel such relief that it's done and ready for readers. Rhys is one of my favorite heroes and I can't wait for you to get a hold of him.

Coutndown Contest : Free Story

2008-02-05T03:20:00.000-08:00

Only 7 days left until the release of A Persistent Attraction. I'll be here every day for the next week counting down the days and posting excerpts and Regency info. Every time you comment, your name is thrown into the hat to win a book from my backlist so join in the fun.

To get us in the proper mood for more Regency Intrigue, here's a little Regency-era short...
(Just to clarify - this is not an excerpt from A Persistent Attraction. It's a separate story I wrote for fun that might one day develop into a longer story.)

As Brodie pushed the door closed behind them and clicked the lock into place, Alice's heart pounded. What did he think he was doing?

But she thought she knew the answer all too well, and when her lover turned and flashed a wicked grin, her suspicions were confirmed. He meant to seduce her. In her aunt's house. In the middle of a ball.

She shook her head. "We can't. Not here."

"The hell we can't." He sat down on the settee and pulled her into her lap so abruptly her breath whooshed from her lungs. Before she draw in more air, he pulled her head down and took her lips in a ferocious kiss.

Heat and need spiraled through her.. She tried to pull away, but Brodie's hands were already unbuttoning the back of her dress.

He tugged so hard on her bodice she heard stitches rip. Dear God, she hoped she'd be decent enough to return to the ballroom.

She gasped as Brodie's mouth left hers and closed around her nipple. He was always a passionate lover, but tonight he was relentless as if he wanted to devour her. Her body responded with abandon even as her mind screamed out the need to stop.

"Lift your dress."

His pause to speak gave her a chance to protest. "My aunt will be looking for me. We've got to stop."

His eyes darkened. "If you think you can tease me like that and not suffer the consequences you are quite wrong."

Alice smiled at his mock anger. She'd been feeling a bit wild all evening, contemplating the night she and Brodie had planned. So when he'd pulled her onto the dance floor for a waltz, ignoring the fact that the dance had been claimed by her cousin, she'd allowed herself to stand quite a bit closer than propriety allowed. Once or twice she'd even allowed her belly to brush against his cock, delighting in the feel of it hardening in response.

Brodie growled. "Now."

Alice smiled and did as he commanded, raising her dress and straddling him while he worked the fastenings of his pants.

When he'd freed his cock, he lifted her and thrust deep. She had to bite her lip to hold in a scream. They'd been lovers for weeks now, but she'd still not gotten used to his size. He filled her nearly to the point of pain. Yet it felt so wickedly good.

She rose on her knees and brought herself down hard. He gasped, and she laughed.

He grabbed her hips in response, taking over control and driving into her over and over, so fast she couldn't catch her breath.

"Alice!"

Her aunt's voice. In the hall. She tired to find the will to stop. But her hands clasped Brodie's shoulders rather than pushing him away.

"Alice! Where are you?" Someone, presumably her aunt, tried the door. Thank God Brodie had locked it. She opened her eyes and looked at him pointedly.

Brodie shook his head. "Can't . . . stop." The words sounded pained.

He reached up and brushed his thumbs across booth her nipples as he flexed his cock inside her, brushing across the spot inside her that made her sizzle.

Her aunt knocked again, but Alice no longer cared. All she cared about was Brodie and what his hands and his cock were doing ot her.

He tormented her nipples as he thrust fully into her. Her nails bit into his shoulders, nearly ripping the fabric of his jacket. "Come for me, Alice."

She moaned, slamming herself onto his cock, letting him fill her until she exploded. Hard bursts of passion raced through her. At just the right moment, Brodie took her lips with his and swallowed her scream of release.

As her body writhed against his, he lifted her and she felt the hot splash of his seed against her thigh. As the aftershocks of passion slowed, she realized something she'd been trying to deny. She needed this man with her very soul. She would have to find a way to keep him.

Countdown and Contest

2008-02-02T06:18:00.000-08:00

A Persistent Attraction, Book 2 in the Regency Intrigue series will be released by Samhain Publishing on February 12. For those of you who have read Book 1: A Carnal Agreement, you'll remember Rhys and Amanda. This is their story.

Starting on February 5, I'll be doing a daily countdown here. Anyone who comments will be entered to win a book of their choice from my backlist. Each time you comment, you're name will be entered to win so the more you comment the more chances you have to win.

Here's a little taste of A Persistent Attraction to whet your appetite:

A Persistent Attraction by Silvia Violet
http://samhainpublishing.com/authors/silvia-violet

Rhys flashed one more knee-buckling grin and walked away. Amanda tried not to observe the animal grace of his movements as he made his way through the crowd. His powerful, fluid walk was at odds with his foppish attire. Her sister had warned her there was more to Rhys than his appearance indicated, but she didn’t want to delve into his secrets. If she were wise, she would do her best not to cross his path again after their dance.
Despite her resolve, she could not pry her eyes from him. She watched him halt next to one of the musicians. The man continued to play, never faltering, while he held a brief conversation with Rhys. Rhys handed him something, and he pocketed it when he had a chance. What was he up to?
She turned away, hoping to seek her aunt’s advice on how to manage Rhys’s advances. But Claire had followed her friends to the punch table. A few minutes later, the music ended with a flourish, and Rhys appeared behind her.
When he set his hands around her waist, she pulled away and turned around. “Have you forgotten where you are?”
“Not in the least. I merely intended to guide you onto the dance floor.”
The strains of a waltz floated across the ballroom, and Rhys’s conversation with the musician suddenly made sense. “You bribed them, didn’t you?”
“I made a request and tipped them for their thoughtfulness.”
“I will not waltz with you.”
“Yes, you will.”
“You can return when the next dance begins.”
“What are you afraid of?”
“I am not afraid. I am wary as any young woman should be of a man like you.” Amanda was intensely aware of him. She could still feel the heat of his hands where he’d touched her. How was she going to survive a waltz without letting him know how he affected her?
He took her arm and linked it through his. “Even a rake such as I would not attempt to ravish you on the dance floor.”
Much to her annoyance, his touch sent shivers down her spine. “One waltz. Then you promise to leave me be for the rest of our stay here.”
Rhys smiled. “If that is what you still wish, then I will not plague you again.”
Amanda’s heart pounded as he led her onto the dance floor. The strictures of society dictated that a waltzing couple kept eighteen inches of space between them, but Amanda doubted Rhys left three. He was so close, the warmth of his body radiated against her as if she were naked. His thighs brushed hers as they twirled, and she tried to look anywhere but into his eyes.
As they moved together, she realized Rhys was an excellent dance partner. Most men whose invitations she accepted were arrogant and boorish once they got her on the floor. Even if they showed any skill at dancing, she was too busy trying to discern their true motivations to enjoy herself.
Rhys made his motives clear enough. He wanted to seduce her, but she also knew he would not truly harm her. Mark would kill him if he did. Rhys led so expertly she had only to relax and let him direct her body. She could easily let her world narrow to the strains of the music, his body pressed to hers and the wonderful feeling of flying.
Then she made the mistake of looking up. Their eyes met. Raw hunger was reflected in his gaze. She’d seen lust on men’s faces before, but she’d never expected such primal desire to be directed at her.
She realized with dismay that Rhys had managed to maneuver them so they were standing by the French doors which led to the courtyard. When the music ended, he flashed a wicked smile. “I thought you might enjoy some fresh air.”
Before she could protest, he reached around her, opened the door and practically pushed her through. She took a slow, deliberate breath. “Now I have some fresh air in my lungs. Please return me to my aunt.”
“Your aunt is busy catching up with old friends. Why don’t we take a few minutes to enjoy the cool evening?”
Rhys had made her body come alive while they danced. She was much too vulnerable to be alone with him. “I found the temperature in the ballroom quite pleasant.”
“Really? Then why are you flushed?”
“How rude of you to notice.”
“Not rude, simply honest.”
He walked toward her. She backed up, but a bench caught her behind the knees. She sat down hard, her breath escaping in a whoosh.
Rhys sat beside her and took her hand in his. His thumb stroked her wrist, sending waves of heat straight to her belly. “Why are you afraid of me?”
“I’m not afraid. I’m annoyed. Now unhand me and let me go inside.”
He smiled. “Prove it.”
“Prove what?”
“That you are not afraid.”
“How would I do that?”
“Kiss me.”
“You must be joking.”
But she looked into his eyes and knew he was quite serious. He’d said the words in a light, teasing tone, but his eyes glowed like a predator stalking prey.
She told herself to get up and go inside, but her legs wouldn’t obey. He’d trapped her like a frightened rabbit. A secret part of her wanted to sample what he had to offer.
His lips descended on hers, and she opened to him. For once in her life, she gave herself utterly to a new sensation.
What a glorious sensation it was. The heat of his mouth enveloped her as his tongue sought the recesses of her mouth. Never in her most fevered fantasy had she imagined a kiss could feel so…exotic and sinful.
Instinct took over, and her tongue reached out, sliding across his and seeking entrance to his mouth. He groaned as she traced his lower lip with her tongue. His arms closed around her, pulling her firmly against his hard chest. She shuddered as his hands stroked the naked skin of her shoulders.
Amanda sank her teeth into the soft flesh of his lip, and he growled. His hands slid around to cup her breasts. When his thumbs flicked across her nipples, bolts of lightening ran through her body.
Then reality crashed like thunder.

Upcoming Release: Snowbound: Saved by a Vampire

2008-01-29T06:15:00.000-08:00

In the next few weeks, Changeling Press with release the Snowbounds, a new series of hot flashes (short stories). I've written one about a woman stranded in the snow and a to-die-for vampire. Here's a little taste:

Sandra huddled in the corner of the abandoned cabin, wrapping the moth eaten blankets even tighter around herself. Why the fuck hadn’t she believed her brother when he insisted it was going to snow? She knew how quickly a blizzard could come up around here, but she’d ignored his warnings.

Now she was lost and her only shelter was a rickety cabin that barely kept out the wind. Unless a miracle occurred, she wouldn’t live long enough for him to say “I told you so.”

Snow swirled through the chinks in the wall, forming a white blanket on the floor. Sandra’s eyes started to drift closed. She shook herself awake. If she went to sleep now, she would never wake up. She needed to get up, move around, stave off hypothermia as best she could.

As she forced her nearly frozen limbs to move, she heard something outside the door. Please God let it be a rescue party.

The door swung open. The flickering light of her flashlight allowed her to see the outline of a tall man. Her heart hammered.

He stepped further into the light, and her breath caught. Long, mocha-colored hair, flowed across his shoulder and down to the middle of his back. His eyes were deep brown, almost black, his skin nearly as pale as the snow that covered his tall black boots. His tight pants showed off powerful thighs and a trim waist. Suddenly she felt warmer than she had since the storm began.

He smiled, a wicked upturn of his lips. Then she saw them, Fangs.

I'll let you know as soon as Snowbound: Saved By A Vampire is available!

When Work Affects Yours Mind

2008-01-29T03:36:00.000-08:00

I'm a list maker and usually I have a list when I'm at the grocery store but I only needed five things the other morning so I thought I could just remember them all. I found myself rushing around the store reciting the list in my head: ziti, ricotta, mozarella, tylenol, vibrator batteries. After saying this in my head about 10 times it struck me that other people would likely have just thought AAA batteries and that it was a good thing I wasn't muttering the list out loud as I've been known to do :)

An Afternoon for Cake

2008-01-28T06:35:00.000-08:00

The last few weekends have been cold and dreary and our family has spent far too much time indoors trying to think of something exciting to do. This week I decided to be proactive and I invited some friends and their families over for afternoon cake and coffee. I have a friend who grew up in Bavaria and when he shared with me that it is traditional there to have cake and coffee every afternoon, I fell in love with that tradition. I mean what is not to like about a daily piece of cake. And with several grownups and a bevy of little girls in our house, I was able to bake a cake and resist the temptation to eat it all ourselves. So we had a delightful if chaotic afternoon with plenty of kids, friends, and caffeine.

I am not a risk taker by nature but for some reason I always end up trying new recipes when I invite people over. And yesterday's cake was no exception. Fortunately it turned out wonderfully, moist and delicious with a rich chocolatey icing that melted in your mouth. I wish I'd taken a picture but we cut into it too quickly. Here are the recipes I used:

Moist Devil's Food Cake
Quick Chocolate Frosting

Cover for A Persistent Attraction

2008-01-07T07:05:00.000-08:00

Hi everyone! I've been taking some time off to enjoy the holidays with my family but now I'm gearing up for the release of A Persistent Attraction, Book 2 in the Regency Intrigue series. I'm so in love with the cover! Vanessa Hawthorne did a wonderful job capturing the spirit of the book.

I'm going to be doing a contest and countdown to the February 12th release right here. More info to come on that.

Read more about A Persistent Attraction here.

Changeling Press Midnight Madness Sale

2007-11-22T10:48:00.000-08:00

Stop by Changeling any time between now and midnight tonight, buy one of the new releases (like Wolf Caller 3) and get a discount on your entire purchase. Use the discount code
"MidnightMadness" when you check out.

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning Available Now!

2007-11-22T10:40:00.000-08:00

For those of you in the US, be sure to start your post-turkey dinner shopping at Changeling - downloading erotic novellas is so much less stressful thank fighting crowds at the mall :)

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning is available at Changeling now along with several other yummy new releases.

The fight wasn't over yet...

Derek, Serena, and their allies must track down enemy agent Number Two
before he discovers the secrets of Albion's latest technological
breakthrough, a magic box that can harness the power of the sun.
Serena has been honing her magical skills, but she's going to need
every ounce of strength and concentration to help Derek and his wolves
in the fight to prevent a war between Albion and Toulousia.

But even the strongest magic will not be enough if Derek refuses to
open the last of the barriers between Serena and himself. In order to
win this fight, Serena must teach Derek how to trust, and he must heal
a deep wound in order to satisfy his yearning for true love.

Buy it here.

Excerpt: Wolf Caller 3: Yearning

2007-11-20T07:56:00.000-08:00

The third installment in my Wolf Caller trilogy will be released laster this week. Here's a little taste....

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning by Silvia Violet

"Damn it! I can't feel a thing."

Derek growled and pulled back. "You're not trying hard enough."

"The hell I'm not. I want to find Two as badly as you do."

"Then concentrate."

Serena's head was ready to explode with frustration. She rose from the pillows where they'd knelt to attempt the magical work. She had to get away from Derek before she said something she'd regret. As walked away, Luke gave her a sympathetic smile and Isabel patted her arm.

"Pack leader?" Isabel used her most formal address, the best choice considering Derek's current mood. "We need to take a break."

"We don't have time to take a fucking break," Derek snarled.

Isabel sighed. "Continuing when we're tired is not productive. We would do better to rest and try again this afternoon."

"Fine." Derek rose and walked to the window. He stared out at the overcast morning. Silence was as close as he would come to admitting that Isabel was right.

"I will take my leave then," Isabel said. She smiled at Serena.

"I'm sorry," Serena mouthed.

"It's not your fault." Serena read the words from Isabel's lips.

The work she and Isabel had done to open the solar box they recently recovered from enemy hands had strengthened Isabel's magical abilities though the two women had not gained the ease of mental communication Serena shared with Luke and Derek.

Serena and Derek had previously thought such a power boost could only come through mutual orgasm. But the physical contact she and Isabel had shared as magic had rushed through them had been enough. A temporary mind link had opened between them, and Serena's magic had touched Isabel the same way it had Luke and Derek, giving Isabel greater physical strength and magical ability.

Serena sat on the sofa, drawing up her knees and resting her head on them. The intense magical work she and the wolves had attempted had given her a raging headache and made her achingly tired.

Since breakfast, Isabel had been coaching Serena, Derek, and Luke on using their combined magical strength to reach out and sense Agent Two, the Toulousian spy who'd discovered the Albionians ability to harness the power of the sun. Theoretically, if Luke and Derek could boost her innate abilities, Serena could focus on a particular person and pull certain thoughts from his or her mind. From Isabel's understanding of the technique, the thoughts would come as impressions, images, or feelings rather than clear words. She would not gain the ability of general mind reading. Rather, if she focused on a particular question, she might be able to draw the answer from the person's mind, like a forced mental interrogation.

Serena and her lovers had made three unsuccessful attempts to forge a link with Two. On the second try, Serena felt a strange warmth for a moment as if she were about to make contact, but the sensation faded as quickly as it had come and was never more than a flicker. When they tried again, she felt nothing at all.

She understood Derek's frustration. If she could make contact with Two they could discover where he was and what his next move would be. They had to prevent Two from obtaining another of the secret solar boxes. Albion could not afford for its enemies to discover how to use this new power source.

Currently only the Prime Minister and members of a secret branch of the Office of Clandestine Affairs knew about the solar boxes. They were operated by werewolf magic, but Derek feared that if Two learned the box's secrets he could find a witch or a wizard who could unlock it's magical secrets.

Serena found the strength to raise her head when she heard Luke and Derek arguing in harsh whispers. Suddenly, Derek shoved Luke against the wall between the room's two windows. The pack leader closed his hand around his lover's neck. "Never question my orders again," he growled.

Serena's heart pounded, and she leapt to her feet. She caught Luke's gaze. He shook his head nearly imperceptibly, but she ignored his warning. "Let him go."

Derek snarled and turned to face her, keeping his hand on Luke throat. "I am pack leader here. I think the two of you need a lesson in obedience."

Learn more here.

Coming Soon! Wolf Caller 3: Yearning

2007-11-13T06:12:00.000-08:00

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning, the final installment in the Wolf Caller series will be available November 22.

The fight wasn't over yet…

Derek, Serena, and their allies must track down enemy agent Number Two before he discovers the secrets of Albion's latest technological breakthrough, a magic box that can harness the power of the sun. Serena has been honing her magical skills, but she's going to need every ounce of strength and concentration to help Derek and his wolves in the fight to prevent a war between Albion and Toulousia.

But even the strongest magic will not be enough if Derek refuses to open the last of the barriers between Serena and himself. In order to win this fight, Serena must teach Derek how to trust, and he must heal a deep wound in order to satisfy his yearning for true love.

To learn more, click here.

Great Review for Station Leave

2007-09-29T03:25:00.000-07:00

Nicole Harvey at PNR reivewed Station Leave and her kind words are making me dance and it's 6 am on a Saturday for me so you know it must be good. Here's what she had to say:

"Nick is one of those men that is a strong, take charge man that draws me and I am sure many other woman that read this book. It was just pure heat between the two that kept me flying until the last word. The day I was lucky enough to read Silvia Violet's books was the best day that is for sure. She is so gifted with words, the way her stories just get better and better."

Read the rest at: http://www.paranormalromance.org/reviews/review.php?id=26016

First Draft of Wolf Caller 3 Finished

2007-09-29T03:21:00.000-07:00

Whew! I finished the first draft of Wolf Caller 3: Yearning this week. I'm about 1/4 of the way done with the second draft which for me goes MUCH faster than the first. Once I'm through with that, I'll do a third quick read-through for grammar/spelling/sentence structure and send it off to my editor. Then I'll get to work on editing To Capture A Spy, my erotic Regency that I want to sumbit to Samhain. I've also been plotting a book for Farrington, a secondary character in A Carnal Agreement and A Persistent Attraction.

Excerpt: Wolf Caller 1: Control

2007-09-20T06:34:00.000-07:00

Since I'm working on the last volume in the Wolf Caller series, I wanted to post a sample from the first book, Wolf Caller 1: Control for those of you who would like to know about this series.

Wolf Caller 1: Control by Silvia Violet

Serena slipped through the open doors into the courtyard and took a deep breath of the chilly night air. She'd been at the party for several hours and was beginning to grow weary of the endless, inane chatter. The evening promised no excitement. She'd broken things off with her last lover before going to the country with her cousin, and she'd not yet settled on another though she'd had several propositions.

She sat on a bench and looked up at the night sky. A couple's laughter echoed from the far side of the courtyard, but otherwise she seemed to be alone. Her thoughts drifted to the wolf she'd met in the woods, and her heart rate sped up.

"I was told I'd find you here."

She jumped and looked up at the man who stood beside her bench. She'd not heard him approach. Fuel-powered lanterns lined the courtyard, giving off enough light for her to see him as well as she would in the darkened ballroom. He belonged in an erotic dream. He wore his thick, dark brown hair unfashionably long, and he'd pulled it back into a queue. His eyes were light brown, almost golden. They were lit with something she could only guess was lust.

He was tall, several inches over six feet. His shoulders were so broad she feared for the seams of his black coat. The rich burgundy color of his waistcoat brought out deep red highlights in his hair. She fought to keep her eyes from drifting downward, though she desperately wanted to see if his pants fit as tightly as his coat.

"Have we been introduced?"

He lifted a brow. "Don't you know who I am?"

She studied his face again. There was something familiar about him, but she couldn't imagine having met this man and not remembering his name.

The beginning strains of a waltz floated onto the patio. "Shall we dance?"

Serena knew she should refuse. To please her mother, she walked a fine line between flouting convention and upholding the reputation of her family. She was always discreet with her lovers, rarely dancing publicly with them. But whoever this man was, she wanted him badly. She wasn't going to risk him walking away.

She took his proffered hand and allowed him to help her up. She expected him to usher her inside. Instead, he pulled her into his arms and began twirling her in circles right there in the courtyard. He was a skilled dancer, and his arms felt as solid as she'd imagined them to be. He pulled her tight against his chest, and she fought the urge to lay her head on his shoulder and run her tongue along the strong line of his neck.

Serena prayed that no one would wander out from the ballroom. Not only was she dancing with a stranger, but the lack of distance between them was scandalous as was her desire to rip off his clothes and fuck him at the home of one of the Upper Circles' biggest gossips.

The stranger slid his hand down her back, and cupped her ass, pulling her even tighter to him. His rigid cock pressed into her belly, and she groaned. He maneuvered them to the edge of the courtyard and out into the gardens. As the music faded, he pulled her onto a bench and took her mouth in a ferocious kiss.

His tongue plundered her, taking her breath and any will to protest. She put her arms around the stranger's neck and held him against her, returning the kiss with equal ferocity. Just as she was growing desperate for air, he pulled back and looked at her, his eyes practically on fire.

"I want you."

She smiled drunkenly. "Who are you?"

He smiled. "Lord Valmont, at your service."

She exhaled slowly. She'd been snared by a champion seducer. She should be annoyed, but her heart pounded with anticipation. She'd been especially restless lately, and the werewolf encounter had unsettled her further. Perhaps a liaison with a dangerous man was just what she needed.

"I should have known. You have quite a reputation for seducing women without so much as a proper introduction."

He looked suddenly serious. "I assure you. We have met."

Serena licked her lips with deliberate slowness. "I would remember you."

"Don't you?"

She shook her head.

"I remember you very well." When he smiled, Serena saw fangs.

Oh Goddess, no. The wolf. Derek Valmont wasn't just a dangerous man. He was a werewolf.

She brushed her hands along her skirt and stood. "I should go."

His hand closed around her wrist, like a iron cuff. "I don't think so."

He jerked her onto his lap and fisted a hand in her hair, holding her still. She struggled at first but soon discovered it was fruitless. He was stronger than any man she'd ever met. His lips took hers again. The need to fight drained out of her as hot, throbbing pleasure assaulted her. Her pulse pounded in her ears, and her pussy clenched with need. She'd had skilled lovers before but none of them had made her this hot this fast.

Valmont pushed her skirt up, and caressed her leg. When his hand found her slick folds, he growled against her mouth as he teased he her. His fingers flicked across her clit and down through her wetness, dipping just inside her but refusing to give her more satisfying contact.

She arched against him shamelessly. He pulled back from her lips and moved his hand from the back of her head to her breast, pinching her nipple as he finally pushed a finger deep inside her. She groaned and ground herself down on him.

"How does it feel to be the one who's lost control?"

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Writing Update

2007-09-18T05:44:00.000-07:00

I've finished 8K on Wolf Caller 3, and I'm still hoping to be done by October 1. I got stuck last week and now I'm suffering from tendonitis in my wrist so work is going slower than I'd hoped. I've also been doing some Regency era research in preparation for my next project.

Blog Contest Winner

2007-09-18T03:29:00.000-07:00

Congratulations to Denise K! She is the winner of my contest celebrating this new blog. She has won her choice of any ebook from my backlist. I'll be having another contest to celebrate Halloween so stay tuned.

What did everyone do this weekend?

2007-09-17T10:11:00.000-07:00

We had a wonderful weekend. We spent yesterday at the State Fair. My 3 yr old had a blast on the rides, and we got plenty of yummy fattening fair food :) I made cupcakes with my little one on Saturday and we spent lots of time outside enjoying the beautiful cool weather we've been having here in NC.

Thursday Thirteen

2007-09-13T05:31:00.000-07:00

My Top Thirteen PG-rated Pleasures

1) dark chocolate
2) strong coffee
3) red wine
4) cupcakes
5) walking on the beach at night
6) watching the sunrise
7) reading curled up on the couch in a quiet house
8) hearing my daughters laugh
9) having a family picnic on a cool day
10) crunching my feet in fall leaves
11) seeing the first flowers of spring
12) watching my daughter play in the snow
13) snuggling with my husband at the end of the day when the girls are in bed

First Review for Station Leave

2007-09-11T18:28:00.000-07:00

Shayley at Fallen Angels gave Station Leave 5 Angels *jumping up and down*

Here's what she had to say:

"Sabra and Nick compliment each other like peanut butter and jelly, and will leave the edges of the pages singed from the tantalizing passion. With an unexpected twist at the end of the story, readers will be left smiling after the so many pages of fanning themselves. This is one story that this reader hopes will have a sequel."

You can read the rest here.

What's Everyone Reading?

2007-09-10T05:47:00.001-07:00

I'm currently re-reading an old favorite, Velvet by Jane Feather. I just finished Master of Dragons by Angela Knight and Lord of Fire by Gaelyn Foley. I highly recommend them both! I've got Mary Balogh's One Night for Love, and Cherry Adair's In Too Deep at the top of my TBR list.

Station Leave - Available from Changeling Press

2007-09-07T06:51:00.000-07:00

My latest release is Station Leave, a sci fi novella published by Changeling Press.

Sabra Dexter, an employee of Inter-Galactic Shipping, just completed a two-month run with a crew who couldn't find their heads if they weren't attached, rations that consisted almost entirely of beans, and the tedious job of managing every ounce of cargo on her ship. She needs a vacation and some hot sex.

When her ship docks at Cisco Station for three days, she intends to find some good food, and a man to satisfy her pent up needs. But she doesn't expect to find them in the same place. When a mix-up with her food gives her the chance to talk Nick, a gorgeous crew captain from a rival shipping company, she gets up the nerve to invite him to join her for the evening. Sabra quickly discovers that he loves dominance games as much as she does, and they spend a delightful, exhausting night together. Sabra intended to have a one-night stand, but she quickly realizes she feels more for Nick than just desire. Can a station leave liaison become a relationship, or should she cut her losses before she gives up her heart?

Excerpt:
By the time they reached Nick’s cabin, Sabra’s body thrummed with excitement, and the seat of her flightsuit was seriously damp. She and Nick hadn’t spoken on the short elevator ride. She felt ridiculous making small talk to fill the time, and she’d never been good at sexy banter.

She’d propositioned men during station leave before, but it had always been in a club or when she’d been drunk enough not to care. Her quest for a partner had never seemed this calculated before, not that Nick seemed to mind. When she’d glanced down as he pressed the call button for the lift, she’d noticed a sizeable bulge in his flightsuit. He was hard and ready to go. She had to prevent herself from jumping him right there.

Nick pressed his hand to his cabin’s lock pad and the door slid open. Sabra nearly gasped at the luxurious surroundings. He’d rented a full suite. “Ident card?”

She handed it to him, and he scanned it through the room’s computer. Within seconds he verified that she’d taken her most recent dose of anti-STD vaccine and chosen the birth control option. He scanned his own card so she could see that he was also clean. As she put her card back in her belt holster, she steeled herself for some awkward moments before they officially got down to business.

But she needn’t have worried. The second his card was secured, Nick grabbed her and pushed her back against the wall. His mouth locked on hers in the most ferocious kiss she’d had in years. Her tongue tangled with his, and her hands went to the fastenings of his flightsuit, desperately needing to get him naked and see the gorgeous body she knew was hidden underneath.

She opened her legs so he could rub his hard cock against her. Damn, it felt good. His hands slid up her stomach to her breasts, and his thumbs flicked across her nipples, making her gasp. She succeeded in getting his suit open to the waist, and he let go of her long enough to shuck it completely. She worked the fastenings of her own garment while she watched him.

The muscles of Nick’s chest were perfectly defined, and Sabra wanted to run her tongue over each one so she could give his body the worship it deserved. As she’d suspected, he wore nothing underneath the suit. When he pushed it past his hips, his cock sprang free, and her hands froze on the final clasp of her suit. His shaft was almost dauntingly thick and so perfectly formed it would do justice to the most beautiful sculpture.

When he kicked off his boots and the flightsuit, rendering himself completely naked, she forced herself to look up.

He smiled. “Like what you see?”

“Unh huh.”

“Good.” He knelt in front of her and pushed her hands out of the way so he could finish undressing her. He peeled her suit off her arms and down to her waist. Then he leaned forward and swiped his tongue across her abdomen. The sensation created such a rush in her body that she jumped.

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Writing Update

2007-09-07T06:40:00.000-07:00

Upcoming Releases:

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning - Late Fall/Winter 2007

A Persistent Attraction (the sequel to A Carnal Agreement) - February 2008

I turned in A Persistent Attraction to my Samhain editor a few weeks ago. I had a blast writing Amanda and Rhys's story and I hope you all will enjoy it as much as I have.

I've also finished a vampire short story that I submitted to Changeling.

This week, I've written 6K words of Wolf Caller 3. I'm hoping to be done with the first draft by October 1.

Once I've turned WC3 into my editor, I'll begin working on To Capture A Spy, another erotic Regency I intend to submit to Samhain.

Welcome to my blog!

2007-09-07T06:31:00.000-07:00

Welcome everyone! I'm Silvia Violet. I write erotic romance for Samhain Publishing, Changeling Press, and Loose Id. I'll be posting about my writing progress and sharing new release info, sexy excerpts, and articles about books and writing.

You can learn more about me at my website.

Silvia Violet

Moving Blog To A New Home

Easy Blueberry Oatmeal Muffins

Menage Flash Fiction

My Snowbound story has been released!

M/M Flash Fiction

Emergency Chocolate Cake

Chat at Love Romances

One Love for Liv By Marianne Arkins

Monday Morning Quiz

Greek Caponata

Simple Baklava

A Persistent Attraction Available Now!

Countdown: A Persistent Attraction Excerpt #2

Countdown: Researching the Regency

Countdown: Becoming A Romance Reader

Countdown: How Rhys and Amanda met

Countdown: Sinfully Good Treats

Countdown: A Persistent Attraction in the Making

Coutndown Contest : Free Story

Countdown and Contest

Upcoming Release: Snowbound: Saved by a Vampire

When Work Affects Yours Mind

More Recipe Posts

An Afternoon for Cake

Cover for A Persistent Attraction

Changeling Press Midnight Madness Sale

Wolf Caller 3: Yearning Available Now!

Excerpt: Wolf Caller 3: Yearning

Coming Soon! Wolf Caller 3: Yearning

Great Review for Station Leave

First Draft of Wolf Caller 3 Finished

Excerpt: Wolf Caller 1: Control

Writing Update

Blog Contest Winner

What did everyone do this weekend?

Thursday Thirteen

First Review for Station Leave

What's Everyone Reading?

Station Leave - Available from Changeling Press

Writing Update

Welcome to my blog!