NEWSLETTER OF COLLETTE THOMAS

Fall is Here - Where did the summer go?

2011-09-17T08:15:00.000-07:00

This morning I had to fish out some of my long sleeved tops. I'm not ready to do this yet. I'm not ready for temps below 70. I've been too focused on my latest WIP to care about changing seasons. In fact I'm over 85K and at the very end where I now need to make decisions about where this is all going to go.

The whole novel is comprised of mini stories of each of my characters. It has presented a challenge in that I've tried to keep in mind that each character needs a character arc; an element that every novel should have. Do each of my character change from what he/she was in the beginning to what they will become at the end of this story?

Writing any story is pretty much like taking a journey. You start out with new fresh ideas, know where you might want to go with the plot. Then there comes a point where what you thought in the beginning might have to change somewhere in the middle. It is these twists and turns that take place throughout the creative process that make not only an exciting but challenging endeavor but one that continues to pull me back to it until at least the first draft is finished.

At times I've had to think out of the box on this one and by so doing have been able to I think pull it off.

Still, nothing is done in concrete and as I progress further on this latest writing journey I'lll continue to make changes, or get through obstacles in terms of asking myself is this all making sense? Is this plausible? Are there contrivances here? Coincidences?

When I'm not at the keyboard and I'm doing other things my mind does not pull itself away from the story plot. Just the other day while driving to do some grocery shopping I realized one of my characters has a terrible jealous streak in her which will then give more meaning to the final outcome. I didn't bring along my memo recorder so had to pray this aha moment stayed with me until I got back home to write it down somewhere. Actually when I woke this morning I remembered preventing it from turning into a faded memory.

Meantime I need to go find some sweatshirts to pull over the long sleeved tops. It's only 58 out there and fortunately the mercury is still rising.

EBOOK GIVEAWAY

2011-09-07T12:38:00.000-07:00

All those who purchased MISTAKEN IDENTITY today at AMAZON gets a free copy of NIGHT FANTASIES, a contemporary erotic romance.

Be sure to leave a comment here and an email addy where I can send the PDF of the free ebook NIGHT FANTASIES.

Or send your email addy to me at collette-thomas@sbcglobal.net and from there I will send you the PDF book.

This offer is good for today only (September 7, 2011)

LIVE THE FANTASY -

2011-08-16T10:04:00.000-07:00

FOLLOW MY BLOG – NEWSLETTEROF COLLETTE THOMAS

Free Ebook for Today's New Followers

All those who click to follow my blog today as well as leave a comment will receive a copy of my trilogy

LIVE THE FANTASY.

I'll be checking my blog at midnight tonight.

A Trilogy of Hot Over the Top Fun Sexy Stories that celebrate those special occasions.

Blurbs:

Happy Anniversary, Honey - Cassie Daniels, erotic romance writer, plays out her very own erotic fantasy with handsome Mannie Rodriguez during a sumptuous dinner.

Happy Birthday, Honey – Tracy Miller wants to be a slut! Her friend Melissa helps her play out this wish. In return, Tracy provides Melissa and her husband Bruce the best birthday gift ever. (Involves a ménage.)

Happy Valentine’s Day, Honey--Gabriele Clarke and Amanda Morelli certainly know how to enjoy Valentine’s Day and do more than swap Valentine Day cards when they enjoy a delightful ménage with one man called Antonio. (Involves a ménage.)

EXCERPT

An Authorized Excerpt

She bent closer to him and in her most sultry tone said, “So, what do you like doing to a lady?” she asked, as if asking him to pass the saltshaker. “Do you like it straight up, you know, vanilla sex? Or do your fantasies require more? Maybe a quickie, or do you like it long and leisurely where we take our time? Do you want to fondle my breasts, suck my nipples, lick my clit, and would you like it if my pussy gets so dripping wet you can slide right in?”

He straightened more as if he hadn’t heard right. A nervous tic played at the side of his mouth. Innocently enough she smiled at him, all the while taking several sips of her wine, which had already started to go to her head. Two glasses was her quota, but somehow a third glass seemed to be in order tonight.

This one was going to be easy, she mused. Put it right there in front of them, let them think they’re taking the lead, then grab it from them and run with it.

Weather as Setting

2011-08-15T19:36:00.000-07:00

Last night the rains came down...I mean they really came down. I had just gotten into bed and heard the drumming of the rain on the house...I'm talking all sides of the house, the roof, the siding, the windows, and even the skylight in the bathroom area.

I'm thinking what if there's a flash flood and the house comes off its foundation. Hey, it happens. Except I'm up on a mountain and rain that comes down travels right down the mountain road so I don't particularly worry about my house getting washed away.

I looked out the window and I could see the whipping sheets of rain through the swirling fog. What a perfect night to work on my latest story. I envisioned Waterman Manor as these same sheets of rain and wind pound against its sides while inside all my characters are contained within its walls.

You see I'm at a point where all hell is going to break loose in the story. Yet I'm also at a point where I'm not sure how that's going to happen. Or who's going to win. And who's going to lose. We have the quintessential story of Good vs. Evil. And there's a lot of stuff going on inside my brain at the moment. Before I get back to typing out the rest of the story I need to first let it play itself out in my mind. At least for now. Tomorrow I will dive back into the story and get things rocking and rolling. But a night like last night I'll try to keep in my mind all the mental images.

A night like last night provides the perfect setting for the next scene I'm going to write. "Weather can add atmosphere and even psychology to our stories. Temperature is pain or pleasure; humidity is mood; barometric pressure is destiny (in terms of weather, but also in terms of human nature). From 170 Ways to Save A Novel by Peter Selgin

Meantime, I'm going to bed and tonight should be a quieter night.

Vampires, Escorts, Evil Doings that Run Amuck

2011-08-02T13:46:00.000-07:00

Things That Go Bump In The Night

I'm referring to my latest WIP. This one takes me into a place where evil doings create a reality not unlike what you'd might find in a Stephen King novel. I used to read his work back in the 70's and 80's ending up scaring myself silly. One night while reading his Salem Lot I scared myself to the extent I barely could get myself out of bed...you see a picture fell off the wall while I'm reading the part where Vampires are coming through the window.

Yet, I remember how these stories although they kept me awake at night, seem to take on a reality of their own. Then for a long time I wouldn't read horror fiction. In fact the last book I think was the Exorcist. I couldn't finish it. Too damn scary and it left me feeling at odds with myself and the world.

Now I'm finding that creating stories involving vampires, and things that go bump in the night presents a unique challenge in and of itself.

Vampires combined with erotic writing has had me create a host of characters in my WIP that may prevent others from getting a really good night's sleep. Finishing that first draft took time, and now that the gist of the story line is pretty much in place, I know where I'm going with it, or where my characters are going with it, the rest is simply to ensure it all makes damn good sense.

No coincidences, or contrivances, or whatever plot ploy for me. Tomorrow I start again on the second draft where it will make even more sense in terms of a storyline that follows the parameters required in developing a hopefully unforgettable read.

The sun is shining and my dog is looking at me, wondering when I'm going to put her leash on and take her out for her walk. It'll do me some good as well especially since summer is passing by all too fast and I've yet to make it to the shore...any shore.

Two Yahoo Promo Groups for Readers and Writers of Erotic-Erotica and Paranormal Fiction

2011-07-26T08:23:00.000-07:00

I maintain two Yahoo groups, moderating them on a daily basis to alleviate any spam from coming through. I hope these groups continue to grow as I think some really great excerpts come through as well as where to go to order these reads.

In the day of Indie authors, there are some terrific reads that go above and beyond what a reader might find in a bookstore mainly because bookstores stock a few select authors. Yes, don't get me wrong, great reads are found there as well. But the world is a big place and there are so many other writers who create spellbinding stories that may never have seen the light of day based on whether they are selected and their work is put on a bookstore's shelves.

Meaning not all stories fit into one specific genre but actually cross genres and produce literary worlds that can be unlike anything we've read since mankind first realized words on a page (or in stone) tells a story that others can enjoy.

EROTIC-EROTICA FICTION GROUP and LET'S PROMOTE EROTICA PARANORMAL FICTION are two groups to join to learn about new reads and new authors.

For the Love of Writing

2011-07-20T08:17:00.000-07:00

There's a book titled "Do What You Love, and the Money Will Follow."

Well, I just got an email telling me that money has been deposited into my Paypal account for books I have written and have been out there for the reading public.   All I have to do is log in into my Paypal account and transfer the whole $1.85 to my bank account.

I can then go celebrate, maybe with a cup of tea (small size) at Borders, which I plan to do this week.

$1.85 for stories that received great reviews and feedback. A writer doesn't get four start reviews for stories that aren't good. Night Fantasies, Stormbound, No More Secrets, No More Lies, To Love A Soldier, and my Todd Hollow series Deadly Games, Deadly Affairs, etc. all earned great reviews.

So now I sit here and wonder. Many authors are doing well as Indie Authors. Then how come not more sales? I'm on a host of various promo loops. I moderate and host two Yahoo groups myself where others promote themselves, and yet my sales are so poor I no longer have words to express what I'm now feeling. Well I can try. Disheartened. Frustrated. Sad. A little angry perhaps. Discouraged. Yet at the end of the day still hopeful. All of this comes with the territory. Some people become overnight successes. Some take more time to get to that point they consider themselves successful. And others go at a snail like pace, eventually getting to their destination. I'm probably in the last category, which is okay except I guess considering where I am age wise, my patience is starting to wear thin and I'm feeling it's now or never.

I probably shouldn't put this stuff on my blog, yet frustration sometimes pushes us to a point where we need to let it out of our system to avoid keeping it in and suffering whatever consequences arises from "keeping such things bottled up."

Most writers I know go through all this self doubt, as well as the frustration, and we wonder if we should simply give up. Should I now go and fill out those employment forms at Walgreens, Wal-Mart, or Price Chopper? Then I would be ensured a steady paycheck every week.

Yet do I throw in the towel?   Somehow I've never been able to do that mainly because I know once readers read these stories, they will enjoy them.    And I in turn enjoy writing them, creating fictional worlds that provide a means of escape from a world going crazier by the moment. Plus it's what every writer needs to do, which is to keep believing in themselves and their work and not throw in the towel at any point if they don't need to.

Someone like Casey Anthony will have someone help her write "her" book, and her words will be read by millions. (Sounds like sour grapes, doesn't it?)

But trust me, although many say they won't buy the book, go see the movie, I'm sorry to say curiosity does more than kill any poor feline because yes there will be the enormous advances, and readers will be rushing into bookstores (if any are left) to buy the tell all book , or simply download the thing from places like Amazon, B&N, or whatever outlets will carry the story.

I'm just hoping in this tell all book she will let the world know exactly what happened to a three year old girl and that whatever happened would result in her death because nothing at the trial made much sense other than the fact that the mother in some way caused the death of her beautiful young daughter. And with the monies she makes hopefully she will use them toward good rather than for selfish means.

Meantime, I will continue to write my books, and do what many writers do, which is to do a bit of struggling with our own lives, eek out a living for ourselves, and then be thankful for whatever comes our way.

Actually I always maintain an optimistic approach to life. I appreciate the fact that I am able to sit here and write. Also, that I enjoy my time with family and friends, as well as my Peekapoo who by the way she looks at me with those big oversized brown eyes tells me every day that I am special, and as far as she's concerned I am a successful writer.

Still, what can one really do with $1.85? Simply throw it into my piggy bank and watch it grow.

Borders Demise

2011-07-19T08:25:00.000-07:00

I heard it on the news. I read it in the postings of Yahoo. Borders will soon join those businesses that do not survive this last recession.   This is not a good day when a business like Borders falls by the wayside. I'm quite sadden by the news. Yet I can say for myself that I always have been a supporter of all bookstores. Proof of that lies downstairs in my basement, as well as upstairs where my shelves overflow with books on pretty much every subject, most of which come from Borders or Barnes and Noble.

Borders was a place to go where one could enter any world and all worlds.

Just now on the eleven o'clock news they are announcing a Border's closing--the one near Westfarms Mall.

For most of us this is the end of an era.

For me it now becomes one more memory adding to my memories of people and things who no longer occupy my life, namely my late husband, my parents, my in-laws.

Summers were always special for me and my family especially with my late husband who was off during summer months from his teaching job. Summers meant not only taking trips to various shorelines, or places of interests, but also spending quiet afternoons and some evenings in places like a Borders.

One of the special things we'd do on a Saturday or Sunday was to first go out to breakfast to a diner that made great blueberry pancakes. Then we'd spend a few hours at a casino, usually Foxwoods. (I haven't been to Foxwoods since July 5, 2002. I have been to a Borders. )

Afterward we'd enjoy a nice lunch at either the buffet or one of the local inside restaurants at Foxwoods and then we'd call it a day and leave. On the way home we would stop either at a Barnes and Noble or a Borders Music and Books. There we'd enjoy a snack, and browse through the store. I do know I never left either of those stores without purchasing a few books.

After my husband passed on I found myself at Borders several times a week, spending hours in the store, mainly to give my mind a rest from the grieving process and also to focus on writing my stories. Somehow the browsing always inspired me. I'd find myself hurrying home to work on a story I had already started, or start a new one.   I had gotten to the point where I knew where just about every subject could be located within a Borders, even at times helping other customers like myself find what they were looking for.

Writing is such a lonely endeavor. I don't have to tell any writer what that is like. Interaction over the internet is never quite the same. Places like Borders gave me a place to go where I could be surrounded by not only the books I love but by people who shared the same emotion toward books.

Places like Borders was my home away from home, and more often than not going to a Borders gave me a place of solace that I sought and needed, as well as reprieve from some of the emotional turmoil that originated with the death of my loved ones.

An empty Borders building is quite depressing to say the least. I came upon the one in Simsbury, CT.   It left a hole in my heart knowing that inside were shelves devoid of books and that what had been such an enjoyable experience would be no more. That's when I panicked. Was the same going to happen to the one near Westfarms Mall?   No way I thought. Yet, I was wrong.

Okay I'm an Indie Author who never did have the chance to see any of her books on a Border's shelves. I did what was necessary to survive as a writer by uploading stories to places like Amazon, Smashwords, Pubit (B&N).

In this life we do what we need to do to survive. The internet might just well be the "Beast" that changes the world. We have yet to find out exactly what affect that's going to have on the world as a whole. So far it's not good for bookstores.

Unfortunately with the demise of Borders, jobs will be lost, more people out of work. In turn this can only hurt an already sluggish, struggling economy.

As for myself, I'll keep writing my stories, creating new worlds, and look for another place to go where I can alleviate some of the loneliness that comes with the writing life.

It's all any one of us can do.

I'll go to Borders this week if just to reinforce inside my mind that yes, this is another era that will end and leave behind its memories.

Free Ebook with any order of any of my books

2011-07-11T13:36:00.000-07:00

Romantic Picnic Basket Recipes is an ebook I compiled to help celebrate summer festivities. This book includes the following recipes. Order any of my ebooks and I will send you this ebook free. (Offer lasts until the end of summer. If you want the ebook you can go to Amazon.com and order it for the Kindle for $2.99) To get your free copy just email me the receipt at collette-thomas@sbcglobal.net.

APPETIZERS

Tangy Stuffed Tomatoes

Deviled Eggs

ENTREES

Romantic Burgers

Soy and lemon Chicken

Salmon Sandwiches

Rib Eyed Steak in Bock Beer Marinade

Pinto Bean Casserole

Hot Wings

More Summertime Burgers

Portobello Mushrooms and Goat Cheese Sandwiches

Grilled Chicken

Chili Chicken Casserole

SIDE DISHES / SALADS

Italian Pasta Salad

Antipasto Pasta Salad

Artichoke Dip

Grilled Sweet Brown Sugar Potato Sticks

Potato Salad

Spinach Dip in Hawaiian Round Bread

Macaroni Apple Salad

Red Cabbage with Apples

Avocado Salad

Avocado, Tomato and Sweet Onion Salad

Green Salad with Cranberry Vinaigrette

Grilled Chicken Citrus Salad

Mandarin Orange Salad

Oriental Spinach Salad

Spring Mix Salad

DESSERTS

Cantaloupe Soup

Cream Cheese with Fresh Fruits

Banana Bread

Margarita Dessert Dip with Cinnamon Chips

Cinnamon Tortilla Chips (or as appetizers as well)

Strawberry Blossoms

Strawberry Delight

Chocolate Bars

Cocoa Kisses

Both of my books are included in Program Book at Thrillerfest 2011!!!

2011-05-20T13:11:00.000-07:00

DEADLY GAMES AND DEADLY AFFAIRS are included among other great titles from ETERNAL PRESS and DAMNATION in the program book at Thrillerfest 2011.

You can check out these stories at DAMNATION BOOKS and ETERNAL PRESS

Great Summer Read

Getting Back On Track

2011-05-11T09:09:00.000-07:00

Holy smokes! We're over one week into May. I'm trying to get back on track with my writing. I have several projects that I now feel I've neglected and are in a holding pattern.

Last night my neighbor is over. I made her a nice peach shortcake and we enjoyed some tea as we watched Dancing with the Stars. Yes, in the back of my mind I kept telling myself I need to be here sitting at the computer and getting that latest story uploaded. Instead, I ignored the "voice" and continued to stuff my face, sip the tea, and watch Kirstie Alley make it through to the semi finals. GO KIRSTIE!

Now all I can say is I've been rooting for Kirstie. After all she's only five years younger than myself. I of course easilyb identify with Kirstie knowing that because we've reached a certain age does not mean we're totally out of the game.
No. Instead we can go the whole course and perhaps even make it pass the finish line.

Yet, when my neighbor says things like "What did you do today? Not much, huh." She says this a lot because after all I'm not working outside the house but instead I'm here inside with only myself to tell me what I should or shouldn't do.

And the words triggered a reflex inside me telling me I better get off my ass or more aptly I better affix my ass to this chair and get back to my writing projects because I'm the only one who is going to make it across that finishing line. If I don't focus now when will I focus?

Poor Rhonda. Her story has been languishing here inside the computer on my hard drive waiting to be released. The fact that it presents a turning point in my mini series that takes the story into a slightly different direction should be enough motivation to get it uploaded.

You think?

Lately in fact I may be my own worse enemy. Lately I haven't been all that confident and so that may be one of the problems. Yet inside my mind scenarios, characters, plots, dialogue continue. The well has been filling up and I think it's now about to overflow. Also, I feel this anxiety building up inside me; another way of my subconscious mind telling me to get to it.

Writers need to write. That's a given. And when we don't exercise that creativity a lot of other stuff can arise, such as depression as well as the anxiety, and a feeling that time is awasting, plus the fear that years are flying by and we may not get to write all those stories that exist in our subconscious, just below the surface where they will continue to wreak a bit of havoc.

Okay, enough.

I'm going to open up the file to Rhonda's Story....go through it once more and hopefully feel it is ready for a go!

On Writing

2011-05-06T12:13:00.000-07:00

I am just about to upload the eighth story in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company. This one has proven to be the turning point in the way the storyline is progressing. In fact it may be the pivotal plot point that shows these stories indeed have a purpose in the overall scheme of what is going to occur next.

Readers who have been following will begin to realize that the series brings them on a journey of not only discovery but also that call to adventure many fiction writers based their own story line on.

Distractions have been the bane of my writing existence lately only because I allow them into my life. Today I found too many other things to do when I should have been sitting and typing away.

I'm not sure at this point why I allow these distractions to take top billing.

Okay, writing is hard work.

And it can be tiring as well...until one actually gets into a story. That's when a sense of exhilaration can rise inside that will provide the necessary energy to get to that so sought for ending.

I'm there with Rhonda's Story, again this is the eighth story in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company.

The first seven are already up on Amazon and Smashwords.

IT IS FINALLY SPRING!

2011-04-06T08:51:00.000-07:00

I think!

I'm still wearing winter clothing. I'm looking out there now and will soon take my dog for her walk. Do I still put on my earmuffs, gloves, scarf? Yesterday we had a wet snow falling during the afternoon. I do see a few robbins and wonder if they're confused by it all.

Meantime, I'm finishing up on the latest story in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company. I'm enjoying this project simply because although I have an idea where it's going to go, getting there is half the fun as well as the frustration.

Rhonda's story is the most recent and creates a turning point in the overall story line. Readers will realize yes the small community of Weston Cove is indeed at war, or will be soon but don't realize it yet.

The story should be available at Amazon by next week. I'm tweaking a few things and look forward to adding it to the seven stories that are already available at Amazon.com

Meantime, let me go get my earmuffs, gloves, scarf and get my dog out there. We both need to get out there and get some good old sun.

It's Almost Spring ---

2011-03-07T11:06:00.000-08:00

We had a rainstorm last night. I looked out my window this morning and saw my lawn for the first time in weeks! Yes, I have been pretty much snowed in this winter. It was a rough winter for most of us here in the Northeast, especially here in Connecticut. And especially with roofs caving in right and left, one of them not less than a mile from me, an abandoned building that is now a pile of twisted steel and concrete.

The winter actually distracted me from my writing projects. For some reason I just couldn't quite concentrate. I gave myself a bit of slack because of it. When you see your neighbors climbing their roofs to shovel off two feet of snow it can produce some anxiety and cause for concern. I literally had tunnels made so that I could get out of my house. For some this was a fun adventure. For me at my age it kept reminding me how mother nature can dictate what we can or cannot do.

Today I felt once again hopeful that things may get back to normal, except normal is a term based on a lot of variables. Living all the years I've lived normal loses its full meaning because a life changes in ways that one is either prepared or not prepared for and simply learns to go with the flow.

The certainty that I had once felt in my younger years is gone. Yet because of that life takes on a whole new dimension that at times fills me sometimes with awe, sometimes with "uncertainty," and sometimes with a determination to see it all through.

The snow is disappearing, and soon the crocuses that always show up bringing along with them that feeling of certainty will hopefully find there way up through the soil again. Four plus feet of snow laid on top of that earth pile for weeks so I'm hoping and praying that things will get back to normal.

My latest story - Rhonda's Story is awaiting my input. I think the longer days help me by providing the sunlight that in turns feeds the energy I need to complete this latest in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company. The whole thing has been germinating for a while now, and I am feeling that restlessness that can come when developing these storylines.

Meantime, I cannot wait to spot my first Robin.

Ipad

2011-01-03T21:40:00.000-08:00

I'm typing this short post via an Ipad. It never ceases to amaze me the way technology gives us these newer devices that brings the world to us in a way that we are able to get our message out there in a matter of seconds.

The laptop may become obsolete. I see the pros and cons. Focus on the writing might be difficult only because a device like an Ipad offers so much at this point it seems unlimitless in what is can do.

I feel as if I'm only touching the very tip of the iceberg.

2011 I think will be a very interesting year indeed.

Another Year Passed

2010-12-28T12:02:00.000-08:00

I'm sure others will agree when I ask where in the heck did 2010 go? I mean not to sound too cliche but it seems as if we were just getting into 2010 when here we are almost into 2011. I'm not sure I care for the idea that the time is speeding by at break neck speeds that leave me wondering what I did over these last 12 months of THIS year.

Okay I did manage to put up a mini series on Amazon.com which has been earning a steadier rate of readers.

I managed to get into my laptop ALL the letters written between my parents during WWII (160) that actually tells the tale of a delightful love story as well as why my parents stayed together for over 65 plus years before they passed on seven years ago.

My production level as a writer has somehow not kept up with my goals to produce. I am hoping that in 2011 both will get into sync once again so that I can complete the projects that are in process of becoming more that just WIP's on a back burner.

Meantime, I'm gearing up to celebrate in incoming new year and hope that things will turn around for all of us so that we all accomplish the goals we have set for ourselves whatever goals they may be.

Time Flies By Too Darn Fast

2010-12-13T11:17:00.000-08:00

I can't believe that my last posting here was in September and here it is December 13.   Where did the time go I'm now asking myself?

I could blame it on the holiday seasons, yet that's not really going to fly. Writers do not "not" write during any season. Taking out a few minutes every day for a blog isn't asking for much.

Yet, I'm trying to determine what prevented me from blogging here on a regular basis.

I'm sure I'll come up with something.

I'm thinking it might be because of my working on a couple of non-fiction projects. Now I'm at the point where I need to get back into more fiction.

Or maybe because once the cold weather settled in I'm simply not working as fast or as long as I used to but instead find myself cuddled up on the sofa with one of my "blankies" over me and sipping hot ginger tea.

I do know that the last WIP in the Pleasure of Our Company series has been waiting for me to get to it, and get to it pronto?

Okay, now I'm also thinking that I may have incurred a bit of "writer's block."   It happens. I wrote a good part of that story but came to a dead halt. Something inside my brain simply would not operate on the level that could have enabled me to finish that story. It needed to gel.   What I mean by gelling, it needed to settle down somewhere inside my brain, perculate for a time until I knew where the heck I was going to go with that story.

You see there are inherent evil doings in these stories. The evil is palpable. And I suddenly find myself unable to deal with this evil and so immerse myself in other types of writings, such as memoirs of my parents...letters they wrote to each other while my dad served in the army during WWII   - 1942 - 1945. There are between them over 160 letters that actually form a storyline, even a plot with a beginning, middle, and ending.

This of course took me away from the "evil" that permeates through my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company.

Also, as those of us who live here in Connecticut, know the Petit trial started in September. This is the trial of one of two monsters who wreaked unspeakable horrifying acts against an innocent family in the town of Cheshire, Connecticut...only 29 minutes from where I live. If anyone cares to read it, an occurrence of synchronicity happened just before this trial began. I write about it at my other blog/newsletter.   I think once the trial began, once again my focus became redirected as a result my WIP's needed to wait until I was ready to bring my attention back to them.

What happened on that terrible July morning in 2007 at the Petit house only confirms that evil does exist in our world and that it can as it did with me take us off track from living our ordinary days.

I do know because of the evil that occurred here in Connecticut, future stories in my own series will take on greater meaning, namely that we must become aware of this evil around us, not ignore it, and always be on guard to what is really happening around us by becoming a bit more vigilant with our own.

Yes, I agree as many will say I'm sure...it's a hell of a way to live but in today's modern times probably quite necessary.

The verdict was I think a just verdict made by jurors who gave this first defendant the death penalty on numerous accounts. Justice was served here in Connecticut. Next summer another trial begins as the second monster is brought to justice. If only those two depraved souls had listened to the voice of reason and compassion instead of acting upon a voice whose origin can only be designated as pure unadulterated evil lives would have been spared.

Okay today I'll focus my attention on Rhonda's Story, which will be the 8th story in my series.

What Do Dreams Really Mean?

2010-09-08T07:32:00.000-07:00

Some dreams vanish upon awakening. Some dreams remain with us throughout the day. I'm not sure if it was the lamb chop I ate, the broccoli, spinach salad, or puree squash. Maybe it was the two cups of chamomille tea and the two cookies that I enjoyed at a late hour. I don't know.

I dreamt that I was pregnant. Yep, at least six months. I felt very fat in the dream, all of it in my stomach. In the dream itself I knew how old I was and though I didn't feel that old I kept telling myself when this baby is ten years old, I'm going to be very old. This baby is going to be a lot younger than my oldest granddaughter, etc. I kept saying to myself will I survive the delivery? How am I going to keep up with raising this child? What kind of energy will I even have when this child is only ten years old. On and on and on my mind raced inside that dream.

Then I woke up to the sounds of thunder and when I pushed the drapes open spotted lightning in the distance.

Pure relief swept over me. I looked over at my PeekaPoo dog who was looking back at me. Hallelujah! It was only a dream!

Unlike my heroine in my story NIGHT FANTASIES, which recently earned some nice reviews, I certainly did want to wake up from that dream, and realize it was only just that.

Still, I wonder what this type of dream about being pregnant especially for a woman way past child bearing years actually means.

Now I do have to add that while getting x-rays at a local chiropractor's office, there was this huge sign stating to let the technician know whether or not I was pregnant. In fact it was the doctor who asked me, and I remember telling her if I am, then it's a miracle!

Perhaps my mind simply stored that away where it would come out later in the form of a dream.

Who knows.

All I know is that I'm very very happy that this was only a dream.

WHOO! WHOO! 5 RATING REVIEW BY DELIGHTFUL DIVA

2010-09-02T21:43:00.000-07:00

NIGHT FANTASIES RECEIVED A RATING OF 5 FROM DELIGHTFUL DIVAS

This is my first book by Collette Thomas and I really liked it and read it quickly. The characters have values and were considerate of each other's feelings. Collette brought up issues of divorce, but only to show that Valerie and Ross were vulnerable, yet still open to a new relationship. She makes you feel all warm and fuzzy for Ross and you want to take him home and snuggle up with him on the couch (or bed). He's Valerie's macho hero who helps her out of a couple jams (no pun intended) with her catering jobs. She realizes he's a man's man, but still not afraid to help her out in the kitchen.

I highly recommend Night Fantasies by Collette Thomas and I hope to read more from her in the near future!

Rated 5 Delightful Divas and a Recommended Read by Shelly!

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EXCERPT:

Valerie stood in the middle of Russ Harper’s cabin, clutching her small purple beaded bag. Now what?
His cabin, far roomier than the one she shared with Jessica, contained more amenities-a compact refrigerator and a microwave took up one small corner space.
You never needed to leave this room if you chose not to. Russ Harper probably always went first class. Valerie wondered what he did for a living that allowed these luxuries-not that it mattered a whole lot. She was content to stay in the present-a present where she could indulge in such fantasies.
In all probability they would not see each other again after the cruise. Like ocean tides, shipboard romances came and went. Once back in the states, her fantasies would burst like floating crowns of soap bubbles, reminding her that her ordinary life held no room for the exotic.
Or, she thought, repressing a giggle, the erotic.
She sat on the bed, which seemed to fill the room, and ventured a look his way.
Russ held a bottle of expensive champagne. He winked at her. Soon the sound of a popping cork broke the silence.
As Russ Harper moved about, the flexing of well-developed muscles was obvious even through the expensive fitted shirt.
"I like the dress," Russ remarked as he effortlessly removed the cork. "Deep purple is your color." He handed her a slender crystal flute he had just filled with the bubbling wine.
Her eyes never left his as she took a tentative sip. A tiny indiscernible voice warned her to leave. She still had time to save herself.
"I’m not sure I should’ve come," she found the courage to admit.
"There’s no reason to be nervous," he said, moving closer. With one finger he gently stroked her bottom lip. "We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. We can talk…get to know each other better. I do like this purple dress," he softly repeated, his eyes gently raking over her form. "This is definitely your color. Whenever I think about this night, I will always remember you in this dress. It may haunt my dreams.”

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A Case of Mistaken Identity

2010-09-01T07:55:00.000-07:00

A CASE OF MISTAKEN IDENTITY

Warning: Strong explicit sexual language, bdsm, menage

Blurb: A story of double deception:

At the request of his father, Jonathan Wetherall the Third agrees to meet his childhood nemesis for a week of fun and relaxation. He arrives at the airport expecting a red-headed, blue-eyed pain in the neck. Instead he finds an attractive overly sexy woman doing a bad job of impersonating her roommate.

Determined to show her a thing or two, Jonathan pretends to be a stranger, calling himself Flynt Adams, a cowboy from Albuquerque.

While waiting to meet the skinny nerd described by her roommate, Myrna Dunbar is approached by a blond jock dressed like a cowboy motorcycle bum. Convinced that Jonathan has decided to stand up her roommate, she must now decide whether to accept this stranger’s offer of fun and adventure or return to her lonely, unexciting life.

Hot Sex with a Stranger is a coming of age story that leaves very little, if anything, to the imagination as it explores the world of bondage, submission and everything in between.

Excerpt:

Myrna pressed her hand to her mouth stifling any sound that might escape and give her away. She’d become a voyeur, she mused. Yet realizing this did not have her pull away, or shutting the door. Instead she watched as Adrienne manipulated Art’s cock, and again, wondered…could she? Would she dare?

This certainly was not the Adrienne who taught Myrna how to throw a curve ball when they played on the high school softball team.

This certainly was not the Adrienne who baked gingerbread cookies for the holidays. Only last Christmas they put together a gingerbread house, and donated it to a local women’s shelter.

Some irrational fear curled inside Myrna forcing the realization that although at times she suspected this side of Adrienne she now had to accept the fact Adrienne allowed men these certain liberties.

She stared as Adrienne put her palms on Art’s muscled thighs, then brought her lips to the tip of his cock. Art sighed, entangling his fingertips into her roommate’s hair while inch by inch his cock disappeared into Adrienne’s mouth.

Myrna stared as Adrienne’s fingertips ran along the silky skin of his balls, sliding her fingertips behind.

“Ahhh, don’t stop!” Art begged.

Adrienne sucked, and swallowed, and taunted him with her tongue.

Myrna could only stare, and wonder as questions queued up inside her mind. What did it feel like? How did it taste? It looked as if Adrienne was truly enjoying what she was doing to this man who was obviously in the throes of sheer ecstasy.

A fucking blow job, Myrna’s mind cried. Her roommate was good at giving fucking blow jobs. Who knew? Could they ever again share the task of making a gingerbread house?

Sudden envy filled Myrna at the sight of Art in such rapture as Adrienne fiercely worked her mouth along the length of him. Myrna couldn’t help feel these two people had truly become one—putting sex in motion, with Adrienne in control.

When was the last time Myrna controlled any situation? The thought set off a spark of anger somewhere inside.

Moments later Art gently pushed Adrienne down to the soft carpet and spread her thighs a part. A gasp escaped Adrienne’s lips then cried out, “Fuck me! Fuck me hard!”

Myrna let out a sharp gasp, not remembering if Adrienne had ever said that word that loud in her presence. Hearing it now under these circumstances ignited a strange wondrous heat that Myrna knew was not going to dissipate soon. She could almost smell her roommate’s sweet wet cunt. She focused on Art’s ‘manhood’ hard and erect demonstrating to the world it was indeed ready to do its work.

He lowered himself and Myrna watched the tight lean butt of perfection while her roommate disappeared from view.

She watched the gorgeous undulating butt.

She watched as he entered Adrienne’s pussy.

Watched as heated flesh undulated against heated flesh.

Watched as Art hungrily sought out Adrienne’s lustful wantonness, caring nothing about consequences except to fully satisfy his need.

Myrna didn’t think it got any simpler.

No love involved here she decided.

No emotions that confused their ultimate goal.

Nothing erroneously elevating this act to anything more than what it was—the pursuit of sheer sexual pleasure and gratification.

It left Myrna disoriented. Left her wondering if she could ever play out a similar role. Or would propriety and moral conscience deny her the pleasure? Although she suddenly felt she might survive the guilt inherent in such acts, and learn to live with any regret later if she ever traveled this road.

Myrna knew from the erotic adventures depicted in those erotic novels Adrienne kept in her room that she could not picture herself performing any of these depraved act. Never.

Not Myrna Dunbar, safe never sorry Myrna Dunbar.

Nonetheless, blood pounded inside her head and made her realize she could not deny that she enjoyed watching these two explore, brazenly act out every part of whatever fantasy they had chosen to play out.

Muscles rippled beneath Art’s firm taut skin as he straddled Adrienne, stretched his limbered torso across her naked form and took control.

The sight of Adrienne’s submission caused Myrna’s pussy to become wet and wanting and imaged him taking that same control of her.

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Collette Thomas

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When Fiction and Reality Merge

2010-08-30T12:39:00.000-07:00

The other day I took a ride down a road located in my area. This particular road I've mentioned before in earlier posts. The name of the road is the same as the name of my series - Todd Hollow.

It was a bright summer day producing deep well defined shadows. Driving down the winding roadway, through what can look like a tunnel of tall trees, the shadows were quite pronounced. The smalls lakes were high from the rainfull. Some of the water had become discolored probably by growing algae beneath the surface. The road produces a polarizing effect in that there are some really nice homes, but not far from these are small shacks, and what looked like abandoned trailers. An abandoned horse trailer, rusted, dented, some of the brownish paint showing through gives a sense of not only abandonment, but also a sinister air of perhaps evil wrongdoing having been committed.

Images of submerged bodies float through my mind. I think of the stories I can write, and the fact that horrific events can occur along any road inhabited by ordinary folks.

Yep, that's the way the mind of a writer works, at least my mind.

Within our subconscious I think writers already create ahead of time their stories where they can germinate, percolate, and eventually come to fruition.

The what if's fly fast and furious.

We as writers don't just see through the boughs of trees, we see past them, into another dimension where roles are played out as good and evil battle it out.

Who remembers Pet Cemetery?

Who remembers the road Stephen King writes about -- a back road in Maine -- similar to this road I talk about where fast moving trucks barrel by, some filled with newly cut timber? And who remembers what happens to the main character's pet cat? I was an avid Stephen King fan and so I continue somewhere in my psyche to become inspired by this genre.

A sense of impending doom fills me to some degree whenever I take the time to drive down Todd Hollow Road.

Yes, I am inspired. Story ideas queue up inside my brain, triggering those innermost cells to store the images so that when I sit down at my computer, I draft up a storyline that serves as somewhat of a catharsis or release for my own fears of the unknown.

The third story in Todd Hollow is doing just that. I know it is. I feel this energy swirling inside me, plus an anticipation as well. I want to get started. In fact I know before the distractions of these summer months I did start the third book. The characters are waiting for me. One in particular who must drum up the courage within himself to return to a place that had stolen from him his most prized possession. Do I know what that is yet? Somewhere in the nucleus of the cells of my brain, the part that stores memories from past times, I do.

Tonight I will again remember to lock my doors!

One sight that greets the eye along Todd Hollow Road.

Yes, the truck on the right reads PHANTOM TRANSPORT. This was taken last spring. It is no longer there as of yesterday. I'm thinking it disappeared, and just maybe might be found at the very bottom of the pond that is now covered with a thin coat of algae.

Through these boughs I envison not only the lake waters, but something

sinister ... something that will ensure I keep my doors locked at night.

DEADLY GAMES and DEADLY AFFAIRS can be found at DAMNATION BOOKS - The first two stories in my TODD HOLLOW SERIES.

Creating New Worlds

2010-08-25T08:40:00.000-07:00

While working on the eighth story in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company I realized I had indeed created a new world, a fantasy world in which my mind will dwell for as long as I write this series.

For those who have read the first seven stories will easily see that what I've done with each story is to introduce characters. Each character has their own story to tell. It is like going into a new town and getting to know the people that live there. Slowly, we start to form a sense of connection not only with the characters but the venue in which they exist, which is an escort service that provides pleasures in all forms for their clients.

Why an escort service? I felt it provided an intriguing background for these characters, especially since such characters present a complex psychological makeup that allows me to create stories that can push the envelope. Also the fact that good vs. evil is the common denominator here. Who will win out? Or will this become a never ending battle between the two, as it is in life.

The story line has been a constant challenge in the fact that I live with these characters in a way that will have me guessing each of their outcome. Rhonda Barrett's story is the last one as far as introductions go. This tells me that I've completed Book One in the series. Book One is the initial phase where we get a glimpse of what is to come. Deputy Jonah Church expresses it more succinctly in my last story when he tells a fellow co-worker we are in war!. She assumes he means Afghanistan, but he clarifies that the war may take place right there in Westin Cove.

These revelations are what has been happening to me starting with Tanya's story, who is not the Master of her coven but we discover is only second in command. Damon controls, orchestrates, and pretty much calls the shots.

From the start as I introduce these characters, each one has enough power within themselves to wreak havoc in the lives of those who form some connection with them.

The community they all exist is called Westin Cove, a fictitious town set somewhere within the boundaries of the state of Nevada.

Yes, I've created this world, and will continue to write these stories that can bring the mind to places of extraordinary circumstances.

The Pleasure of Our Company can be found at Amazon.com
Look for my Listmania or follow the links below to each story:

TANYA'S STORY

KACIE'S STORY

MARCIE'S STORY

JANINE'S STORY

JADEN'S STORY

ADRIANNA'S STORY

STEPHANIE'S STORY

RHONDA'S STORY - Scheduled for a September 2010 Release

A Reader Just Made My Day!

2010-08-17T11:25:00.000-07:00

As writers we often wonder how much readers enjoy our work, or if they enjoy it at all. Today Smashwords sends me a notification of a review done by a reader on one of the stories in my mini series The Pleasure of Our Company, specifically Kacie's Story.

The review is short and to the point but it tells me a whole lot. It tells me I'm on track and that I need to keep writing stories for this series. Not a problem! I'm having too much fun writing these stories, developing these characters, and creating plots that not only keep the series going, but create hopefully a fan base of readers who are looking for more.

The review reads:

Review by: ROBIN STILLWELL on Aug. 17, 2010 : (no rating)
If your looking for real erotica this is an awesome story.
This is the best book out of the series.
I loved it.

Thanks Ms Stillwell.

Kacie's Story can be found at Amazon.com and also Smashwords

We're Halfway into August already!

2010-08-16T17:04:00.000-07:00

As I sit here typing this I'm looking out of my side window at the western sky. It appears somewhat ominous out there with dark clouds coming in. Considering what they predicted --t-storms for this afternoon, I've kept a close eye on the western sky.

The last ones that came through brought with them a tornado, which is not a usual occurrence here where I live. In fact, in this part of the country we don't usually have tornadoes hit us yet lately they have been mentioned in weather forecasts.

In fact I'm in one of the counties just mentioned on the TV where severe storm warnings have been issued.

I'm ready to once again grab my Peekapoo puppy, who sits close by side and head down into the basement beneath a desk where I already have a blanket, a flashlight, and other things to keep us comfortable. Scary yes!

Once the storms have passed I hope to get back to working on the eighth story in the mini series The Pleasure of Our Company. Rhonda's Story is forthcoming.

For those who have followed this series up to this point, Rhonda as you may be aware is a newcomer, and right now is one of the clients of TPOOC's escort service.

That will change.

Things are really beginning to heat up in the town of Weston Cove. So far I ended the last story with one of the characters in limbo. Mainly because I needed to contemplate exactly what was going to happen to Nick Carter. He entered this state of limbo while experiencing pleasures with his favorite escort Adrianna, who knows not only how to push his buttons, but also how to push the envelope.

All this has been ruminating inside my brain. This is what happens to writers, and why a writer's mind is somewhat different from those who don't spend hours creating fiction.

We tend to get lost inside our worlds, even while performing mundane tasks that require not much thinking.

I know I often get a faraway look on my face. Most attribute this look to pure bouts of daydreaming. That is what writers do more often than not -- daydream our way through a story from start to finish.

I've found that my mind works on aspects of a story on a 24/7 basis where eventually I am aware of where I must go not only with the plotting of the story, but also with what misadventures must occur.

Sometimes I don't always like what is revealed to me during these revelations. Yet I know even if unpleasant outcomes occur, then so be it.

I tend to write dark stories that delve into that side many deny exists within themselves. Some may call it the dark side of the soul. And it does exist. Some may even be born with this propensity to walk the line between what is regarded as good and what is labeled as evil.

Both series Todd Hollow and Weston Cove depict a reality that changes, presenting a venue where most things aren't what they appear to be on the surface. Many of my characters possees this inherent evil, or what Dr. Scott Peck in his book People of Lie, refers to as, "...that which kills the spirit. Evil is real and palpable in our lives and must be recognized as such. For only when we recognize evil in its many forms, and call it by name, are we able to heal it."

Yes, a certain evil exists within my characters who work at TPOOC. As I write these stories, I am constantly wondering myself who will win, and whether or not good or evil is the victor?

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2010-07-22T08:54:00.000-07:00

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LETS PROMOTE EROTIC PARANORMAL ROMANCE FICTION

2010-07-13T16:57:00.000-07:00

I formed this new Yahoo Group for the purpose of giving authors one more place where they can promote themselves. I do hope more readers also join because so far this group that has been in existence for a very short time is starting to provide some excellent excerpts of some very compelling reads. Anyone interested in this genre would be wise to join the group either as an author who wants to promote her work or as a reader who wants to find out where to get some enjoyable sexy SUMMER reads.

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Creating New Worlds, New Communities, New Fantasies

2010-06-25T10:03:00.000-07:00

I've been writing for a number of years now. Still it amazes me how a world can be created even if only inside a writer's brain, and take on a reality that can keep someone like me up nights.

Last night while sitting at this computer until past midnight and working on the sixth story in my series THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY I realized I am or have created another community that will probably have me up future nights thinking about what is going to happen next.

The first community I created for myself was Todd Hollow where a serial killer wreaks havoc within the town of Todd Hollow, also fictitious and specifically the female residents were bodies turn up. Book One Deadly Games and Book Two Deadly Affairs have been getting their share of nice reviews. Both stories are available at Damnation Books

And there now exists another albeit fictitious venue called Weston Cove, a location that becomes more real to me with each new story that I write in my series The Pleasure of Our Company. As I continue creating my characters, both the undead, the living, and somewhere in between, characters engage in activities that are not only secretive, and dark, but may have me experiencing a few more sleepless nights or wake me up mornings as this last story has done.

Scenarios for Adrianna's Story were going through my mind, each scene playing itself out. I'm not sure exactly how this one is going to end. It is another short one, succinct, to the point, yet at this writing is demonstrating how deep one can go within the psychological makeup of a character's psyche. In turn, as most writer become aware doing so enlightens us to the fact that every person has a place inside them they may dare not go, or even want to acknowledge, and may certainly deny its very existence. That is the shadow part of ourselves. It exists. Yet, many can somehow keep it at bay, keep the lid on it, ignore it, overcome it, never give into it, and certainly not live out some of those dark fantasies it might want to play out.

Nick Carter acknowledges this part of himself in the fifth story -- Jaden's Story -- where he is pretty much forced to sample a bit of bdsm and finds it can be addictive. The elements of pain, pleasure, even fear become for him an aphrodisiac. Yet, in giving into these desires and fantasies, he risks the life of his sister Stephanie who depends on him and realizes he might be in trouble. (Can't say any more but the possibilities of what will happen is what kept me up last night.)

I did not know any of this before writing this sixth story and why last night this realization kept me wide awake for awhile. I finally slipped into bed, watched some TV which soon lulled me to sleep. Upon awakening a scene immediately entered my mind. I'll work on that today. Hopefully, I will get the story done in time to release it next week in time to celebrate the July 4th weekend!

Stories One through Five of the series can be found at Amazon.com and the links to each story can be found in my LISTMANIA list at Amazon.com

2010-06-15T11:31:00.000-07:00

I'm eating a few pieces of dark chocolate (85% cocoa). Today I also had some avocado, and an hour later a can of sardines. I think I've met my quota for essential fatty acids!

I'm trying to eat everything healthy this week. Thursday I go for my yearly physical.

Then I spotted this photo.

I think is will help raise some of those feel good endorphins, don't you? It might also raise my blood pressure too.

But hey...what a way to go!

Tomorrow's my Birthday!

2010-06-10T12:16:00.000-07:00

Today I renewed my driver's license. I didn't have to wait too long, about a half hour. I made sure to put some make up on, and when it was time to have the picture taken to smile. After all I'm going to have to live with the photo for the next six years.

I'm sitting there and thinking...holy cow, how old will I be then?

Don't want to think about it.

Age is just a number, which I've been telling myself a lot lately.

I don't feel my age, and hopefully in six years I'll say the same thing.

Then again, I'm hoping considering what is happening in the Gulf, that this world will still be here.

I can't allow myself to think along those lines, but you have to wonder. What is really happening? Instead of preserving our environment, we continue to make it unliveable not only for the poor animals but for ourselves.

Hello, the ocean is our source of life! What happens when that becomes so poluted that all the sea creatures die off?

Now now did I get on this subject. Maybe because a driver's license means driving a car that requires gas to operate. How about providing people like me a vehicle that doesn't need gas, but can actually operate on a source of energy that does no harm to the environment whatsoever. And providing it at a cost that I people like me on fixed incomes can afford?

Maybe that makes too much sense...common sense.

In any event, the photo above is pretty much what is now on my brand new license, and one that I will have to live with for the next six years.

2010-06-07T12:47:00.000-07:00

READ Excerpts below from the first five stories in the series
THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY now available at Amazon.com for the Kindle

Tanya’s Story, Kacie’s Story, Marcie’s Story, Janine’s Story, and Jaden’s Story.

(Jaden’s story-is the newest release in this series and now available for the Kindle at Amazon.com!)

THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY SERIES is an ongoing series of erotic vampire tales of love and passion.

THE PLEASURE OF OUR COMPANY tells the stories of ladies and gentlemen who work for a very special escort service and what happens to them while others enjoy the pleasure of their company.

(Contains strong explicit sexual language, BDSM, F/F, F/M/F, M/F/M .)

BRAND NEW CONTEST -- RULES AT THE END OF THIS POSTING.

EXCERPT FROM TANYA’S STORY

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Read what happens in the erotic vampire romance tale when Tanya who runs her own escort service meets up with the man who created her in one of her past lives. Will she be able to free herself from his control and go on to create new destinies for herself, or must she remain within his control and do his bidding?

Seventeenth Century

“I am here to please you, and only you,” the low throaty voice promised. “I hope I do not disappoint you…Master.” The statuesque woman known only as Sierra glanced over at him. Her fingers fumbled with the lacy ribbon at her bosom. She pulled at it until the front of the frilly peasant blouse parted, releasing luscious full breasts.
Instantly, Damon spotted the mocking look in the woman’s dark eyes telling him that Sierra knew damn well what she was doing by faking this submissive attitude toward him.
This woman knew how to control what was about to happen here.
Ahhh, but tonight he planned to do things differently, turn it around and take it to the next level. Yet he sensed she was not ready to be turned. That would come later when he was ready to accept her at that stage in their relationship.
“You are looking at me in a strange way,” she started to comment. “You are like a wolf ready to pounce on its prey.”
He started to laugh, his laughter coming out like a low rumbling growl.
“A wolf I am definitely not. But yes I am hungry, very hungry for you. Every time we are together I feel this is the first time for us.”
Oh how he loved to play these cat and mouse games, especially with this particular female mortal. From the first time they met centuries before she insisted on walking this dangerous tightrope that threatened her very existence. Yet by the same token such an end for her had the potential to form a brand new beginning for them every time they embarked upon a brand new game.
For him that’s all it had been so far—a game; a game that ensured his own existence.
Damon grinned wryly at a slight hesitation he detected in her voice and realized that at some unconscious level she was afraid of him, and of what he could do. She perhaps feared his capability in determining the final outcome of this latest reunion.
At some hidden level he knew also she would always resist his demands.
It was in her nature to resist believing she could actually direct her destiny. She as a mortal understood what she was gambling; more than what she could lose at any blackjack table. Her life.
Yet as far as he was he concerned this was a win-win situation for the both of them despite the ultimate cost for either.
Her subordination fed her desire and fueled a lust to keep playing the game. And played correctly the outcome could lead to either’s annihilation.
Yes, the stakes were always kept high, high enough to maintain their interest—his interest.
He had discovered through their last few sessions that Sierra was a force to be dealt with and would probably not cross over easily. Turning her would always be the kind of challenge he sought with them. And she indeed presented such a challenge for his unique skills; his unique tastes; a challenge that in turn fed his own growing lust for her subjugation.
Submitting to him touched her masochistic side, while satisfying his own sadistic tastes. This deep inner need to be subjugated by him, or by anyone else he guessed presented a controlling force in her existence.
Women like Sierra found it difficult if not impossible to give up any control that cruelly identified them in a society that regarded women as an inferior species.
Yet by forcing her to give up any of that control that she gained in her world is what kept her turned on—him as well. Her need to be dominated by him is what brought them together time after time after time.
Silently, he sat on the wide chocolate brown brocaded leather ottoman, composed, alert, and attentive.
How they had managed in the seventeenth century to find each other again where cultural mores dictate women always obeyed was pure sheer luck.
Master of one’s destiny was not easily accomplished by women like Sierra who liked nothing better than to have their own way all the time.
He maintained his focus on her—not so difficult whenever they met like this. End of Excerpt

EXCERPT FROM KACIE’S STORY (Crossroads) – The Second Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company. Kacie’s Story is a ménage that involves a hot, steamy, over the top erotic tale of sexual fantasies.

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Blurb:

Throughout Sasha Evanson’s life she has had to make important life choices - choices that involved what road should she now take?

Eventually one of these roads or crossroads has taken her to The Pleasure of Our Company where she becomes Kacie Dubois, a woman who works as an escort.

While providing her services for TPOOC she becomes reunited with a past flame, Chase Johnson who years before not only took her innocence, her virginity her love, but also and ended up breaking her heart.

Actually Brandon Johnson, Chase’s younger brother hires Kacie for an entire weekend.

All she is required to do is spend the weekend with both Chase and Brandon where they will enjoy an entire weekend enjoying the pleasure of Kacie’s company.

An important life changing revelation occurs during this presenting to Kacie one more crossroad to take that will put her on a different journey.

EXCERPT:

The thought of Brandon looking on and now pushing against her created a heated sensation in Kacie. She was not averse to partaking in this ménage. She had done them with both sexes, except this was different. These were two men who had captured more than a sexual interest. Something she did not want to admit, yet tucked somewhere in her mind she could not deny.

A moan escaped her and she could feel her panties grow wetter. The twin cocks pushed tightly against her now, sandwiching her between them. She pulled her lips away from Chase. Her hands splayed on his shoulders for stability and she stood there panting as she tried to gain control over her body and the situation.

“What are we doing?” she asked.

Brandon nuzzled her neck and licked her earlobe. “Ahhh, you know perfectly well what we’re doing,” Chase whispered. “We are enjoying the pleasure of your company.” His voice rasped with emotion.

Kacie rolled her head back to rest on his shoulder. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to enjoy what was happening; and the feel of both of them against her.

Suddenly, she chuckled at what Chase had just said as she felt the cool air caress her warm skin. Brandon lowered the zipper on the side of her short black dress, which slipped easily off her breasts and dropped to the floor.

“Yes, I can’t think of anything better,” she said, “than enjoying the pleasure of two men at one time.”
END OF EXCERPT

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EXCERPT FROM MARCIE’S STORY - The Third Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company What happen when a former love/hate relation wreaks havoc in Marcie Janelle’s life. Contains BDSM Explicit Sexual Language

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Marcie Janelle glanced down at her Blackberry that held the address of this latest client. Nervous anticipation filled her. She had been at this job for only a year. At times it seemed longer, as if she had been doing this her entire life, as if should have been her life’s work providing pleasure to others and not just for her thankless ex husband Donovan Paddock who before they’re split up had warned her she would never leave him.

That bastard. No one told Marcie Janelle what she could or couldn’t do in any of her lives.

Her world had changed drastically since hiring on as an escort for the special escort service that employed mortals as well as non mortals.

No longer married and now divorced she was determined to continue to move forward in her life, and this time in a more positive direction.

At one time she had loved her ex husband with her entire soul, but his jealousy, his dominance had reached a point where she could no longer be with him. She had lived in that emotionally abusive relationship with Donovan Paddock; a relationship that often had her doubting her own sanity.

Thankfully she had been able to leave the fuckin’ asshole. Living with him had been both heaven and hell especially in terms of the sex. She loved the sex with him but afterward she found living with him on a daily basis pushed her into a state of hell.

Restraint orders hadn’t done much in terms of keeping him away, but they were all she had for now as far as any protection from him.

Then one day she met another man, a soulless man named Damon who freed her from her past. Okay, so she had had to sell part of her soul to him, but now she was free in all respects.

Free to live her life.

Free to live beyond the time that most mortals lived.

Okay, so vampirism has its restrictions, but she had been able to adapt quite well to this new existence.

She changed her name to Marcie—the last to Janelle, thinking both had a nicer ring to it then her old one—Edna Paddock. She was no longer Edna. Her dark brown skin, dark flowing hair, and curvaceous body was a far cry from the short bob and stocky shape that only wore shapeless clothing.

Marcie Janelle, female escort number four zero two, her specially assigned ID for TPOOC. She had found a home in TPOOC. A nice support group as well who understood her life as an immortal being, albeit with restrictions. She really couldn’t fly, or transform herself into anything than what she was, a woman who lived her life as freely as possible, and helped others enjoy the pleasure of her company.

She reread the paper; one, one, five, three South West Boulevard on the upper west side.

From all accounts it was an affluent part of the city. She liked that knowing that the clients who lived here could pay well for her services.

No siree, she would not waste her time here on this outcall.

She hugged the short faux pas fur jacket around her. She could well afford the real thing, but her personal connections to local animal shelters prevented her from going that route.

A brisk early spring wind was blowing reminding her that summer was still a ways off. She hated cold weather, hated wearing this many layers of clothing. You’d think vampires didn’t feel the cold considering their status in the world. Even the undead had their limits. She didn’t mind the black high heeled boots that she wore; boots that protected her from the cold pavements. Hell, she wore boots through the summer months as well…sort of her signature.

Shielding her eyes from the sun, pulling her hood over her head she looked up at the oversized townhouse. A dark wooden ornate door reinforced in her mind that who ever lived behind that door could pay top monies for her services.

“Okay, here goes,” she said making her way up the steep steps, taking extra caution not to slip and fall with her three inch heels.

When she reached the top she knocked on the door. After a moment when nothing happened she started too worry. “Great, a possible cancellation,” I happened. Life got in the way for some. Others chickened out. She muttered a short profanity as she lifted her hand to knock again. Before she hit the door’s surface the second time around it opened slightly.

A young man—all she could see was his face—she guessed into his mid thirties peeked out through the crack. As the door opened wider she noticed that his slender muscled physique was sparsely dressed in black running shorts and a white almost see through tank top. His light hair and dark skinned produced an interesting combination. The hair was short and spiky. His sharp black eyes took in her whole figure assessing her as carefully as she was assessing him.

“Marcie?” he asked.

“Yes, and you’re…”

“Drake Bartone.”

She studied him for a moment longer. “I thought—“

“I’m his partner,” he added. “Frank McGregor I’m guessing probably didn’t tell you about me.”

Marcie shrugged. “It really doesn’t matter, as long as I have the right address.”

He smiled, a wide even smile. She actually liked him, an instant attraction. He had a fine sensual mouth, a slender Roman nose, and gentle eyes. Yet, she guessed his preference might not be solely toward the female sex and saw him as more of a bi-sexual than preference for one or the other.

“You have,” he responded. “Donovan is here, and getting ready for you.”

“Really,” she reacted, thinking it strange in a way, and became instantly curious as to what the man felt he needed to do to get ready.

“It’s getting might chilly out here,” she said.

“Oh, I’m sorry, how rude of him. Yes, come on in. It looks like winter isn’t going to give up too easily this year. We have a nice roaring fire going on in the sitting room.”

Sitting room? The use of the word made her wonder exactly what century she was in; a problem at times for those who lived century after century and became unaware of the time periods they were actually in. And who nowadays in this twenty first century had rooms they easily referred to as their sitting room? Cautiously she entered. Immediately, she saw by the ornate foyer she might be getting into something different than what she was accustomed to thinking of the motel and hotel rooms she often patronized.

“I’ll let him know you’re here,” Drake informed her.

She nodded, and walked into the designated room with the promised roaring fire. “You don’t mind if I go right in. I am chilled to the bone with that wind howling out there.”

“Not at all,” Drake said. “There’s hot tea in a pot on the sideboard. Help yourself.”

How nice, she thought. Most times her clients had her getting straight to business. This was a nice respite from previous appointments.

Drake smiled and disappeared. She turned and poured herself a steaming cup of black tea, and helped herself to one of the Biscotti biscuits carefully lined up on a bone china plate. With tea and biscotti in hand, she sat down on to a nearby plush dark burgundy sofa. Moments passed, and she started to feel very relax. This should all go nicely, she thought making note that she had a later appointment that afternoon.

As she concentrated more on her surroundings, she started to feel her eyelids grow heavy, and found that she had to struggle to keep them open. Okay she had been working extra hard lately, fitting in as many appointments as she could, building up that nest egg that would eventually allow her to do all that traveling in the future.

But this was ridiculous. How would it look with her falling asleep here on this sofa?

Things started to go out of focus. Swirling dark clouds surrounded her, and she felt the room disappearing.

I can’t fall asleep. I can’t fall asleep. I need to stay awake….

END OF EXCERPT

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EXCERPT FROM JANINE’S STORY – The fourth Story in the series The Pleasure of Our Company. Can Janine be saved by two from her past who she once loved and loved her? They carry out a diabolical plot of kidnapping her and taming her. Kacie’s Story is a ménage that involves a hot, steamy, over the top erotic tale of sexual fantasies.

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Blurb:
Janine Cantrell works for The Pleasure of Our Company as an escort and when she meets up with two men from her past will she survive that meeting? Both men had once professed their love for Candace, except love can mean different things. Caton Shaw and Marcus Greco had both loved Candace Baker now known as Janine Cantrell, yet she had cheated on both men with the other and then disappeared from their lives. They find her and are bent on saving her from the life she has chosen to live at TPOOC. A fine line exists between love and hate that puts Janine into a place she has never expected to be. Contains BDSM and strong explicit sexual language

“She’s your ex fiancée,” Marcus Greco pointed out to Caton Shaw. “I don’t want no part of this.”

“C’mon, you’ve got to help me out here. Candace needs to come home to where she belongs...with me.” Caton Shaw felt the bulge of his holster beneath the leather vest, where a loaded .45 Colt was tucked safely inside. Not that he needed it at the moment. Yet, it did come in handy working as a bounty hunter. His expertise in locating people allowed him to find anyone at any time, except this time things had been different and it had taken him a while to locate Candace Baker. Information had it that Candace was working inside the city as an escort. Of all the fucking jobs, she would pick one that had her doing things that could send him into a rage.

Information had it that she had changed her name, as well as her looks. He hadn’t seen his fiancée for close to three years. They’d been engaged for almost four before the break up and her making a vanishing act.

“You’re the one that fucked up,” Marcus aptly reminded him. “You had her in your back pocket, and you went and screwed up by screwing someone else two day before your wedding?”

“You must have some perverse enjoyment telling me what I already know. You think I could forget something like that.”

Marcus stared at him, took the beer bottle put it to his lips and finished it off. He tossed it into a recycle bin. “Yeah, well it’s a miracle you and I are still talking. I’m the one, who dated her first, and then she meets the likes of you and before I know it she’s with you.” Marcus looked over at Caton from the other side of the desk. Caton had been going over files on his latest workload. Marcus respected Caton’s work as a bounty hunter, especially in a city where crime statistics were known to rise especially during warmer months. Caton had always been a hero to him, the football hero, the big brother type who took Marcus under his wing through high school, then college, even the military and had remained his friend despite what happened between them regarding Candace.

“Hey it didn’t spoil our friendship any,” Caton said.

“That’s what surprises me the most about all of this.” Marcus paused. “I loved her but hell a guy knows when it’s useless to pursue a dead horse. That woman was madly in love with you.”

Marcus knew Caton didn’t need to hear this from him. Caton had lived with the fact since Candace left him three years before, cheating on her cost him plenty. Caton had tried moving on with his life. He had tried forgetting her. Found that it wasn’t so easy to do either, the moving or the forgetting. Caton had been a foolish man, arrogant, selfish, and downright stupid. How many times had Marcus said that to him? And now that his friend had found the woman who left him, knew where she was living, where she worked, the man was convinced that if he got her back he could make his life work again. All he had to do was convince Candace to leave that place and begin a new life with him.

“Okay, Caton you’re probably right about Candace not belonging there. Candace belonged with us...I mean with you.” He took another beer from a small fridge. ““I’m guessing then you have a plan.”

“Yes. Of course I do. It’s just going to take some finagling to get it all into place. And that’s where you come in.”

“I was hoping you were going to let me in on your plan,” Marcus said, grinning, despite the fact that his hands were clenched around the bottle. The tone in Caton’s voice alone was a forewarning of things yet to come.
*****

Caton knew this was having a large affect on his friend at several levels. But they were good friends. They had fought in Iraq together, had watched each other’s back the whole time there. Neither man doubted the other’s willingness to do whatever was necessary to maintain the friendship.

“It’s simple enough you and I will kidnap Candace Baker.”

Marcus had taken a sip of the beer and almost choked on it as some went down his windpipe. “You’re fucking kidding,” he managed to say. “Right. This is one of your sad jokes. Be serious. What are you planning to do?”

Caton looked at Marcus with a direct stare. “No. I’m serious...dead fucking serious.”

“We could end up in jail.”

“We could. But get this straight. Candace is selling herself inside that city. They don’t call it sin city for nothing. We need to go in there and pull her out of that life. We need to save her. Once we get her away from whatever influence she is under, then she will realize that what we’re doing is for her own damn good.”

Marcus shook his head. “I don’t know about this, Caton. What if she doesn’t want to leave? And I’m guessing that’s not going to be the case. What if she goes ahead and presses charges against us for this…”

“That’s assuming that we get caught.”

“How can we not get caught? She knows who we are. Hey, Caton, I’m not looking to spending my life on the run either. I have a business to run. I have a life to lead, and so far it’s a damn good life.”

And it was true, Caton knew. Marcus had established a reputable hardware business outside the outskirts of Vegas, part of which he had devoted to providing locksmith services for his clientele, one reason why he was now in the city itself to attend a special convention.

“I know all about you and her. I know you loved her as well,” Caton began. “And knowing you the way I do, I believe you are still in love with Candace. You know she is worth saving from the life she has chosen to live.”

Marcus eyes narrowed as he continued to stare at Caton. “What are you talking about?”

“She and you had an affair just before I proposed to her, you and her….” He paused, preferring that Marcus fill in the rest.

“Did she tell you about us?”

“She didn’t have to, but yes, when I confronted her she told me the truth. I think to hurt me more than anything else rather than repair our relationship.”

“So all these years you’ve known. So why now? Why bring this up now?”

“Because then you’ll understand why this must be done. You’ll know that I still love her, and knowing that you probably still love her as well, we together can save her.”

Marcus put down the bottle. “Specifically what do you plan to do?”

Caton smiled, realized that Marcus was finally coming to see things his way. Still there could be glitches ahead considering Marcus did not yet know the entire story or what it was going to take to save Candace Baker aka Janine Cantrell from the depraved life she had set for herself.
End of Excerpt

EXCERPT FOR JADEN’S STORY

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Nick Carter, P.I. always believed it’s absolutely necessary for an investigator to be willing to go where others won’t and to do what others fear. Plus Nick Carter never gives up. Yet, can he adhere to these beliefs when his former partner Jaden Carrera and her new girlfriend force him to submit in ways that will have him thoroughly enjoying the pleasures of their company.

In the unfolding of this passion play, Jaden confronts jealousy, trust and her own understanding of the romance of a D/s relationship.

BDSM Explicit sexual language

Excerpt:

Nick Carter suddenly felt that he had become invisible witnessing one woman masturbate the other, one of whom happened to be his former partner and lover.

Jaden came hard and fast.

God, he wished he were inside her and it was his cock doing the thrusting rather than that woman’s fingers, reminding him of the sessions he and Jaden enjoyed.

Jaden he had come to discover had an insatiable sex drive and the appetite to go with it.

Remembering caused his cock to harden and he cursed the fitted jeans.

Jaden stared directly at him as spasms of her climax wracked her body.

Marcie did not miss a beat as she pushed and pulled her fingers in and out of Jaden’s pussy.

Nick watched, found himself grinning, and hoping that perhaps these two might let him join them at some point. He waited for a signal from either one.

None came.

Fuck them, he thought.

He started to back out of the door.

“Wait!” One of the voices cried out. It was Marcie’s.

He stood still, waited, watched again as their naked bodies eventually emerged from the waters. He had all he could do not to rip his own clothes off, go over to their glistening forms and fuck them both.

Marcie came over to him, wrapped her wet arms around his neck. With one leg wrapped around him she pulled him closer then captured his mouth in one long soul searing kiss.

Jaden looked on while she toweled off and wrapped the towel around her waist. Then without a word she walked out of the bathroom.

Marcie quickly released Nick and also disappeared into the other room, leaving him standing there wondering and still hoping there was more to come.

End of Excerpt
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KILLING OFF CHARACTERS

2010-05-26T12:15:00.000-07:00

Okay, I've done it before, killed off a few characters in my stories. Never an easy thing to do, especially after developing an affinity for some of these characters. I did it in Deadly Games, as well as in Deadly Affairs. Deadly Affairs was particularly difficult. After I wrote the scene, I actually felt ... sad, a little depressed, yet it had to be done.

I'm working on my latest story in my series The Pleasure of Our Company, and am there again, where I'm having to make the choice to do away with a character. Except, I'm not sure which one at this point. I know that by allowing the story to percolate a bit inside my mind, that eventually I will have an epiphany of sorts. I can either be in the shower, singing the latest Lady Gaga song, or dancing on the dance floor to the music of the Pussycat Dolls, or just taking my puppy for her daily walk.

It will come. I'm sure of it. And that is what so great about how the mind works because even as I'm typing this posting, something is going on in another part of my consciousness that will have me write the last chapters of my story titled JANINE: ALL TIED UP. This story is the fifth one actually in my series The Pleasure of Our Company.

The first is Tanya's Story

The second is Kacie's Story

Then comes Marcie's and Janine's stories.

All of these stories are up at Amazon.com.

Anyone can find them by typing in the name Collette Thomas and you'll find the listing.

Okay, back to the drawing board or in this case Chapter seven of JANINE'S STORY - ALL TIED UP!

Manic Readers Gives Deadly Secrets Four Stars

2010-05-05T20:06:00.000-07:00

I just came across this review by Manic Readers

Rating:
Reviewer: AlexJouJou

Deirdre Clarke is running from a violent past with her ex-husband. Although he’s in prison the chains that bind her to him have been elusive and hard to break. Josh Tyler is looking for a tenant and in these economic times he cannot afford to be too picky. Josh has a law enforcement background and teaches martial arts. He is divorced and has a teenage son. Josh and Deirdre have met before but, like two ships that pass in the night, circumstances prevented them from getting together. This may be their new chance at love.

Bruce Braddock knows that his ex-wife Deirdre is meant to be with him. All he needs is to show this to her. In the meantime, he finds a playmate in Josh’s ex-wife Maureen, a vulnerable divorcee who is searching for affection. Bruce and Maureen develop a dominant/submissive relationship that is very violent—with Bruce pushing Maureen to the edge. It becomes an addiction for her, one she is powerless to resist that has deadly consequences.

As Deirdre and Josh rediscover their attraction Bruce and Maureen push all boundaries in a violent relationship that hangs by a thread. As Bruce sets up his plan to get Deirdre back will Maureen be sacrificed? Is Josh capable of protecting Deirdre and himself against a man bent on domination?

I found it a little hard to get into Deadly Secrets when I started reading. The characters were described well but there were several of them introduced together and I found myself a bit confused. There is a lot of back and forth in the plot—juxtapositions of the two stories and while they are perfect foils for each other it can be hard to make that shift all the time, particularly since they are polar opposites.

Overall, I think this is best read over several sittings—giving you time to organize your thoughts about the characters. I found Bruce and Maureen to be the more interesting couple because it is like watching an accident that you cannot stop—you know that someone is going to be hurt and you are just waiting with bated breath for it to happen all the while thinking that it won’t. This created most of the dramatic tension in the book. The Josh and Deirdre relationship was not as exciting. I spent a lot of time saying, “Move it along already,” for their parts.

With that said I still found much to like in this novel length book. There was more than adequate time for descriptions and this is very important and often over looked. The addition of Josh’s son provided a shift in perspective that was unique and added a lot to the story. Bruce is most definitely portrayed as an unsympathetic character which plays well with Josh’s much more sympathetic storyline.

This book would be a very good choice for those that like mysteries with some romance thrown in. It is drama and tension that is the strength of Deadly Secrets.

CONTEST RUNNING THROUGH JUNE 30, 2010

2010-05-05T11:01:00.000-07:00

I'm running a contest through the end of June. All you have to do is leave a comment here and every comment will be entered into the contest as an entry.

The prize?

Both of my books DEADLY GAMES AND DEADLY AFFAIRS - The winner who lives here in the U.S. will get the actual paperback version (autographed of course.) The winner who lives outside the U.S. receives the ebook version of both stories.

So you can say there will be TWO WINNERS!

The contest is not valid where prohibited by law.

AND you don't need to buy any of my books to enter, although I do appreciate any sales I make considering I have a PeekaPoo puppy who just turned a year old yesterday and well...I love to buy her new toys!

DEADLY GAMES and DEADLY AFFAIRS are both available at DAMNATION BOOKS.

YOU WRITE WHAT KIND OF STORIES?

2010-05-03T10:33:00.000-07:00

If someone were to come into my office and look at the small pile of reference books I now have on my desk, and read the titles they just might wonder.

Sex Work: Writings by Women in the Sex Industry

The Internet Escort’s Handbook Book 1 The Foundation

In Good Company: The Escort’s Guide

Confessions of a Working Girl: A true story

and

Sex Secrets of Escorts: Tips from a Pro

Yes you got to wonder.

Then again, downstairs in my basement there must be a least a dozen boxes with stuff on police procedures, criminology, criminal investigation, forensic science, crime labs procedures, guns, not to mention the workings of a court case when the bad guy is apprehended and is finally brought to trial.

My next story (Jaden’s Story) in my series The Pleasure of Our Company will incorporate some of that knowledge as well. Tanya, Kacie, Marcie, Janine, and Jaden are escorts (there will be more.) Their stories are vignettes of their lives as they live their lives and make a living.

We writers live in a lot of different worlds...worlds that most mortals or perhaps immortals do not venture except within the pages of a book. Writers do it similarly by creating these pages. We enjoy taking our readers into worlds that might have them look back at their own worlds in a slightly different perspective.

I have never done or even witnessed an autopsy on a body. Yet, in my book Deadly Games there is a scene where my medical examiner performs one while the hero looks on.

Some have asked who do not know me personally if that’s what I do for a living. Am I then a forensic pathologist because I’ve created a few believable scenes that take place on a cutting table inside a morgue? I tell them no, and would never present myself to the extent that I felt I could talk about this subject with the authenticity of someone who does this in their profession. I read and research what usually occurs. And it is this credibility that shows through (or not) within the story.

And since my series centers itself on the members of a unique group known as “escorts” whose sole purpose is to give pleasure to others, research is required and since this will be an ongoing series that will take my mind to places I myself do not plan to go, at least physically, these books as noted above remain on my desk. There‘s no way around this because we as writers need to go into the psyches of our characters.

I’ve always found characters that live in what is conceived to the rest of us as dark worlds; complex as well as complicated, with various dimensions that may have me go deeper into that psyche only because I need to know what has brought this character to a point that they now need to do what they do.

So, yes I write erotica, erotic romance, erotic forensic thrillers; dark tales where the realism is palpable and the endings can go either way, although in erotic romances usually these stories deliver the HEA (happy ever after) ending.

Whatever ending is delivered to my readers, hopefully it is one that is compelling and most of all satisfying.

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Some More Pics My Friend Took at the Conference

2010-04-25T12:19:00.001-07:00

PICS TAKEN AT CTRWA FICTION FEST 2010!

2010-04-25T09:01:00.000-07:00

NEW ANTHOLOGY

2010-04-23T07:58:00.000-07:00

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2010-01-07T15:43:00.000-08:00

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I'm doing the Snoopy Dance!

2009-12-21T14:32:00.000-08:00

I just came across this review for DEADLY SECRETS - You can follow the link to the site YOU GOTTA READ REVIEWS.

http://yougottareadreviews.blogspot.com/2009/12/review-deadly-secrets-by-collette.html#comment-form

I'm doing the SNOOPY DANCE as I pour myself a glass of wine. Santa sure came early this year with this review for DEADLY SECRETS.

For anyone who hasn't yet read this story just go to NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING.

DECEMBER 1 2009 - DEADLY AFFAIRS

2009-11-29T12:13:00.000-08:00

RELEASE DATE FOR DEADLY AFFAIRS IS DECEMBER 1, 2009

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DEADLY GAMES

2009-11-24T10:32:00.000-08:00

This past week, November 2009, DEADLY GAMES made the best sellers list at COOLER BOOKS.

MY LATEST STORY COMING SOON TO AMP

2009-09-05T17:44:00.000-07:00

I've been working on edits for my latest story NIGHT FANTASIES. Scheduled release is October 2009. Stay tune. I am looking forward to seeing the cover for this story. All I know is based on my input, and the storyline this cover is going to be HOT!

NIGHT FANTASIES Coming soon to ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS

STORIES AVAILABLE ON AMAZON KINDLE

2009-08-02T08:36:00.000-07:00

Yep, just click on this AMAZON KINDLE link and it will take you to the page where you can view all of my stories that are now available on the Kindle.

There's nothing better than being able to download a slew of stories onto your Ebook Reader and take them wherever you go for the summer. Certainly better than carting a slew of books in your carry on bag or luggage.

I hope you decide to take one of my stories with you on your vacation this summer!

AVAILABLE ON SMASHWORDS

2009-07-26T11:48:00.001-07:00

I'm on SMASHWORDS!

Four of my stories can now be downloaded in the following formats -

Online Reading HTML and JavaScript
Kindle (.mobi)
Epub (Open industry format, good for Stanza readers, others)
PDF (good for hightly formatted books, or for home printing)
RTF (readable on most word processors)
LRF (for Sony Readers)
PALM Doc PDB (for Palm Reading Devices)
PALM Text Download (flexible, but lacks much formatting)
Plain View Text (viewable as web page)

Just Click on Collette Thomas at SMASHWORDS to view which stories are available. And among them them you'll even find a FREEBIE!

It is almost the end of July!

2009-07-24T12:46:00.001-07:00

I can't believe my last post was at the end of June. I don't know where July went. I know I've been busy hanging out with my granddaughter (10.) She keeps me hopping. She's into "hair and fashion" and I think I've become not only her personal assistant but also her personal hairdresser.

That's my fault because taking her shopping is like taking along a "live Barbie doll." I still remember all the cute outfits. The other day I took her into a Mandee's clothing store. The clothing is for the younger set, teens to twenties. I actually shop there myself for clothes that I wear when I go to the single dances.

I ended up buying my granddaughter a short black and white checkered skirt and a lofty hat to match. She is now a Mandee's customer. But you're young only once...and in my case I try to be perpetually younger than my real age.

I got the idea of buying these soft pillow rollers for making spiral curls, again for my granddaughter whose hair is long and straight. Well, now every time she sees me she asks me to curl her hair. Actually I'm getting better at it and faster!

It's her birthday in a few weeks and I'm pondering getting her one of those mini laptops. She likes to write stories, has written a couple of nice ones, and frankly I think I may have another J.J.Rowlings in the making. One never knows. And I'm one who forges ahead to find out if this can be the case.

Meantime, the month of July has started to produce some produce from my garden that I managed to get in before telling myself not to bother. The zucchini is coming fast and furious and I'm now having to give some of it away. I try to get into the garden everyday now to pick them off the vine when they're small otherwise I'll have this gigantic zucchini that never know what to do with. If anyone knows, please tell me. I picked my first cucumber today and am enjoying it with a smidgin of salt and rice vinegar. I'm waiting for the tomatoes to get bigger and ripen. So far I see only the small green ones that hopefully will mature enough before becoming afflicted with some kind of fungus because of all the rain we've had. There is nothing better on a hot summer day than a freshly picked tomatoe, sliced and slathered with mayonaise nestled between soft rye bread.

I hope the rest of the summer is good. So far it hasn't been too hot, yet the temps have stayed in the high 70's, low 80's. I probably sound like a weather report.

I've pretty well cleaned a lot of stuff from the garage. Brought much of it to Goodwill. I'm hoping to really get that part of the house organized and claim back the other side of the garage.

I know when the clutter starts to disappear, my mind also becomes less clutter. Then I refocus on those writing projects that have been sitting for a few weeks begging for attention.

Before I know it, July will have passed and I'll be saying the same thing --- where did August go?

DEADLY SECRETS - Available at Noble Romance Publishing

Despite having to always look over her shoulder in fear of her abusive, stalker ex-husband, dance instructor Deirdre Clarke is working hard to put the past behind her and start a new life.

When she finds herself falling in love with her new landlord, Josh Tyler, Deirdre is determined not to allow her emotions to rule her head. But Josh is just as determined to break through the wall Deirdre has erected around her heart.

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2009-06-27T10:06:00.001-07:00

DEADLY GAMES AND DEADLY AFFAIRS COMING SOON TO

DAMNATION BOOKS

If you like dark scary stories that will keep you turning the page, this is the place to be because this is what Damnation Books publishes for those readers who are looking for compelling, exciting, edgy, over the top reads.

Here's a peek at my covers for my two book series.

ENTER THE WORLD OF TODD HOLLOW IF YOU DARE!

Celebrate my Summer Sale with a piece of Berry Pie

2009-06-07T09:30:00.000-07:00

SUMMER BERRY PIE

3/4 cup sugar
3 tablespoons cornstarch
1-1/2 cups water
1 package (4-serving size) JELL-O Strawberry Flavor Gelatin
1 cup each: blueberries, raspberries and sliced strawberries
1 HONEY MAID Graham Pie Crust (6 ounces)
1-1/2 cups thawed COOL WHIP Whipped Toopping

MIX sugar and cornstarch in medium saucepan. Gradually add water, stirring until well blended. Bring to boil on medium heat, stirring constantly; boil 1 minute. Remove from heat. Add dry gelatin mix; stir until dissolved. Stir in fruit.

POUR in crust.
REFRIGERATE 3 hours or until firm. Top with whipped topping just before serving. Store any leftover pie in refrigerator.

Makes 10 servings.

A great dessert while enjoying my stories some of which are offered at reduced prices. You can find them at the SUMMER BLOW OUT SALE blog that gives blurbs and excerpts.

Or order

DEADLY SECRETS at NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING

SEX TOYS AND NAUGHTY BOYS at NOBLE ROMANCE PUBLISHING

Coming to DAMNATION BOOKS this fall TODD HOLLOW SERIES

DEADLY GAMES
DEADLY AFFAIR

Can't Wait!

2009-06-03T13:27:00.000-07:00

I'm thrilled to be working with a new publisher called Damnation Books. You can view their site although they aren't up and running yet until September. I have a two-book series called Todd Hollow series coming out with them at that time: DEADLY GAMES and DEADLY AFFAIRS. I'm currently working with their cover artist for these two books.

What I love about this project is that it's ongoing. I've created this community that lives within the recesses of my mind. This is where just about anything can happen. Scenarios form that have me staying up nights developing characters to fit these scenarios. I love learning about forensics and get to use what I learn in the plotting of these stories. I love reading about true crimes that are solved with the use of forensics and in turn am able to create some interesting fiction of my own.

So stay tune for more developments. Once I have my covers I may post them here or maybe wait a while before I do, creating a bit of suspense.

Meantime, over the summer I'm conducting a summer blow out sale. This is a great chance to get four of my stories at "blow out prices." Four stories essentially for the price of one, who can do better than that?

And these are fun reads that have received great reviews over the course of their time with my former publisher Forbidden Publications, who published only high quality fiction before closing their doors in March.

I'm one who loves to make lemonade from lemons. In fact I just bought myself a citrus juicer at Kohls (on sale as well) and will be making a lot of great lemonade over these summer months.

Visit my blog SUMMER BLOW OUT SALE and go through and read the blurbs and excerpts and then order the stories. They will not be automatically downloaded but you will get the attachments via your email ASAP! I love it when I get orders. It will mean I can take my grandkids out to the movies this summer plus do other things with them.

Have a great day!

Click here for SUMMER BLOW OUT SALE

Collette Thomas

DEADLY SECRETS

2009-04-02T11:25:00.001-07:00

Available at Noble Romance Publishing

Excerpt:

Author: Collette Thomas

Website: http://www.freewebs.com/collettethomas/

Newsletter: http://www.newsletterofcollettethomas.blogspot.com

Genre: Erotic Romantic Mystery Suspense

Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing

Rating: Special Content Alert – BDSM,

Can Police Officer/Martial Arts Instructor Josh Tyler protect dance instructor Deirdre Clarke from an abusive stalking ex husband who is determined to win back his ex wife at any cost and through any means that he can?

WATCH THE BOOK TRAILER AT YOU TUBE: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ZESYBJX50Y

Excerpt:

Deirdre took a deep breath and turned, ready to take Josh Tyler to task for keeping her waiting, but the words died on her lips when she saw him. He was every bit as sexy as his voice. His thick, dark hair, damp from his recent shower, just brushed his collar. A set of crystal blue eyes were set in a smooth, lightly tanned and freshly shaven face—eyes that blatantly ran over her in a slow, appreciative appraisal.

Josh smiled, showing even, white teeth. Deirdre spotted a small, almost undetectable scar over his left brow that did nothing to detract from his rugged good looks, and merely added to them. He wore a white knit shirt that had an emblem embroidered on the pocket. She guessed it had to do with the martial arts school. The fabric molded perfectly to his body. And ohmyGod, what a body. He wasn’t massive or overly built like a bodybuilder, but she knew every muscle in that upper and lower torso had been well developed through years of hard, disciplined training.

Suddenly, her heart did a flip-flop as her earlier vision of Josh Tyler in the shower filled her mind. Only now, having seen him, the image became electrifying. In her mind, soap streamed over smooth, wide shoulders, cascaded over an extremely tight butt, an engorged cock. The impromptu fantasy left her wanting—a longing she hadn’t felt in years, one she hadn’t thought she’d ever feel again.

The man was hot and Deirdre could hear Lisa now. You were a fool to have turned him down that first time.

She forced herself to meet his gaze, only to find him grinning down at her, as if reading her thoughts. Her cheeks grew hot.

“I hope the rentals will pass inspection as well as I seem to have,” he said, his voice laced with humor.

Maddie let out a howl of laughter.

Modesty, Deirdre decided, was obviously not one of Josh Tyler’s stronger attributes. “Sorry if I was staring,” she answered coolly, “but after talking to a person on the phone, and then seeing them in person . . . .”

Josh chuckled. “Hey, I’m not disappointed, either.” His gaze blatantly traveled down her form. “I have to say, for a detective, Luke sure fell short in his description of you. Then again, Luke’s assessments don’t always measure up. He said you were skinny, but I find you to be just right.” His gaze shifted until it fell on the curves of her breasts, then higher, until he appeared to be staring at her mouth.

Deirdre suddenly felt the need to lick her lips. The movement didn’t go unnoticed, as indicated by the subtle arch of one of his brows. What really disturbed her was that she found herself imagining what his lips would feel like, not only on her own lips, but on a variety of other, more intimate places. Yeah, the man was definitely hot—burning hot. Yet, despite the chemistry, she knew she needed to be careful. She could get badly burned with this one.

Buy Link: http://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=16

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http://www.newsletterofcollettethomas.blogspot.com

Sex Toys and Naughty Boys also at Noble Romance Publishing

Buy Link: http://www.nobleromance.com/ItemDisplay.aspx?i=19

Deadly Secrets Received a Five Pixie Review at

To Read This Review https://www.darkangelreviews.com/Deadly_Secrets.html

SEX TOYS AND NAUGHTY BOYS

2009-04-02T11:18:00.000-07:00

Available at Noble Romance Publishing

EXCERPT

Carla closed the door behind her. After three months she had become pretty familiar with his place. She put the extra key back into her purse, threw the purse on to a nearby chair. She heard sounds of a shower. Not wanting to startle him, she shouted out her presence.

“I hope you’re nice and clean!” she yelled.

When no reply came she walked over to the master bedroom, peered into the bathroom, over at the rivulets of water dropping down the side of the shower door.

She smiled and walked back into the bedroom, where she would prepare for their night ahead. A rush of excitement filled her knowing that her boss was in for a few surprises.

Moments later, Ted, still naked, walked into his bedroom saw her lying there on top of the royal blue and white comforter over which she had spread a beige sheet. She wore black leather high-heeled boots, nude crotchless panties, and nothing more.

Sprawled across his bed like that, it was all he could do not to fling himself on top of her and take her right then and there.

Except she knew that he knew better than to try.

The game they played had been on-going, and any detraction from the rules ended it forever. It made him all that more obedient, ready to do what she told him. Ted Reisner was not about to take any chance of ending their game.

They played by the rules—her rules

At the bank he was her superior. He set the rules. She followed them.

But here, with roles reversed, he never knew what to expect.

“Come here,” she said, sitting up, then stood.

Slowly, he walked over toward her.

“Tonight I want you to lie face down here,” she told him in a voice demanding instant obedience.

He looked at her, and she saw skepticism cross his face. Yet, they could not play unless he trusted her, despite the fact there would always exist that smidgen of doubt. Doubt about his ability to perform. Doubt if he could follow through with what she planned for them.

She smiled. “We’re going to try something new tonight, and whether you like it or not, you are going to do exactly as I tell you.”

*****

Fuck, he thought, Carla was damn good at this, knowing that any balking on his part brought either the whole game to a halt or some form of punishment from her.

Each time they played through their respective roles each discovered a new facet of the other, and each continued to learn just how far they could push buttons as they became more familiar with the other’s boundaries.

Always feeling a large sense of vulnerability, Ted had come to realize, came with this form of interaction. Now in his own nakedness, little protection was offered for either his physical or emotional state.

And Carla always played it to her advantage.

Every time with each session he was forced to wonder just how far she could or would take it.

He crawled up on to the bed and lay down in the positioned she indicated.

In seconds he felt her inch her own body on top of him straddling him just above his butt, her thighs hugged the small of his back.

Instantly, his cock grew hard. Helplessness he had learned early in life had always been a turn on for him.

He sensed that she bending over him. He felt the warm touch of her nipples on his upper back. God, how he loved sucking those rosy orbs when she allowed him.

She put a blindfold on him. He twisted a bit when she yanked it firm.

“Hands behind your back,” she commanded in a voice that belied her slight thin frame. Petite yet powerful, Carla possessed a body that demonstrated strength most women her size did not have.

Without thinking he hesitated, then knowing the susceptible position this would put him in.

With one knee she pushed into the small of his back. “Now!”

Immediately he obeyed, and winced feeling cold steel bindings encircling his wrists. Like clockwork, he felt his cock hardening further, and the thought of this helpless state gave him such a hard on he felt he could come right then and there. He didn’t dare, hoping he would not pre-ejaculate for that would infuriate her.

He felt her affix bindings to each of his ankle, then spread his legs wide apart, and tied the ankles to velcro binding positioned at the foot of the bed.

“Okay, I think we’re going to have us a little fun tonight.”

“What are you planning to do?” he had to ask at this point.

“Enough with the questions! Plus you don’t really want to know, do you? And spoil the fun? Let’s say I didn’t like it very much when you ignored me the other day. And please call me Mistress.”

“What are you talking about…Mistress?”

“I think you know…the other day in your office when that cute young secretary walked in, and you practically threw me out just to talk to her.”

Ted hesitated, remembering. “She needed to ask me something.”

She pushed firmly with her knee, reminding him, “Mistress!”

“Mistress,” he finished.

“I don’t believe you.”

With that, he felt the first sting across his buttocks. It surprised him, took him off-guard. And it hurt like hell like the quick sting of an angry hornet. Suddenly he felt another and another, one after the other and envisioned a nest of hornets coming up from the ground, coming at him, determined to make him suffer.

Fear suddenly edged his soul.

He hated hornets, had been bitten once as a young boy, had gone into anaphylactic shock, and rescued by quick neighbor who carried an Epi pen.

He clenched his teeth together, unwilling to make any sound that would give her the satisfaction of his knowing the game had been raised to the next level.

Relentless, he could only wonder how long she would continue and how long he could stand the pain, endure the torture without giving in, without saying the safe word,. knowing that he could, and that if he did the game stopped.

As if reading his mind, the stinging ceased.

Then he felt her movement on top of him, all the while she rubbed his red-hot painful butt, massaging it as a mother would after scolding a child, soothingly, lovingly.

Then he felt a sharp cold sensation, and realized she had a put a handful of ice cubes on his butt, to ease the hurt he thought at first. Except she kept the ice in place and it had the opposite effect. The iciness felt more like the bite of a thousand bees.

Yet, despite the pain, he felt his cock grow harder, felt moisture leaking out, caused by the realization she could give him pain or pleasure at will—her will.

Under her complete subjugation, controlled by her desires, her whims, any sadistic impulse she harbored, depending on what side was in control, the dark side, or that side that showed a modicum of compassion.

Good and evil all rolled into one; this woman dictated what would now happen during the next several hours.

“I’m guessing you are really enjoying this,” she whispered into one ear. “But that is not what we want, now is it? We want you to suffer a little as well.”

His breath came faster and he flinched when she started to put in place the ball gag, buckling it securely to his head. He hated when she did this, yet at the same time it pushed his desire for her further.

His fear rose realizing she had rendered him completely useless to save himself, helpless to utter a word—even the safe word that could save him from this further torture.

He could only let out a moan.

He took in a deep breath, felt her move downward on his back, and again she started to massage his buttocks.

The she was spreading his cheeks slightly apart.

He felt something cold and slimy and realized she was using a lubricant, and the very act increased his sense of subservience, the fact that she controlled him in every way now, could do whatever she wanted at will.

The thought made him go weak, considering it was such an intimate act as he felt the lotion seep into his anus, knowing he was unable to stop her from whatever planned objective she now had in mind.

And he started to wonder if he wanted this to go further?

Another groan escaped.

She ignored it.

Suddenly resigned to his fate, a sudden shot of heat coursed through his groin.

He had never been as turned on in his life.

Then he felt her spreading his cheeks farther apart and a sharp quick pain, quick enough so that he would not have considered it abusive, because a shot of hot desire crept through him. The woman was giving him exactly what he wanted. What he needed. How he needed to play their game. No squeamishness on her part. Carla had promised to do it his way. His ex wife would have no part of it, providing him those things that would keep him with her.

“How does that feel?” she asked the tone of her voice emotionless, seemingly unconcerned.

He shook his head.

“Yes, I’m guessing you’re unfamiliar with these butt plugs,” she said, slowly deliberately pushing it in further. “We’ve talked about them, but considering we have not done this before, let’s say at a friend’s suggestion she felt you would enjoy these. Although I’m sure she would be rather shocked knowing that at her suggestion we have been following it to the letter.”

What friend, he wanted to ask as he lifted his buttocks to rid himself of the pushing sensation caused by the plug and his failed attempt to try to pull away from this seemingly assault.

Eventually, he stopped his struggling, felt the hard smack of the crop against his already tender irritated skin.

“No!” she commanded. “Remember you agreed to what is to happen here. During daytime hours, I work my butt off for you. But now, my sweet sex slave, your butt is mine do to with as I please.” Her hand caressed him over the raw tender area, ensuring the plug was secured and would not slip out. The other hand went beneath him, and as she fingered his balls, stroked his cock, adding to his sweet torture, he could feel himself just about to cum. He screamed into the ball gag, but found he could only moan as the delicious sensations continued to course through him.

He wanted to cum so badly, yet knew she was not about to let him experience that pleasure—not yet.

“I am tired,” she suddenly declared. “I am going to take a nice relaxing bath.”

He could not believe her words. Would she leave him there? Bound, gagged, plugged, and ready to cum!

Fucking bitch!

He felt metal being placed into one of his tied hands.

“If you need me for anything urgent, and it better be urgent,” she began, “all you do is ring this. But remember ringing ends the game and we do not play—ever if it’s not urgent!”

Silence followed as she left, leaving him in darkness. She walked into the Master bathroom, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Sensations coursed through his body. His cock so hard, yet unable to relieve himself of this urgency that continued to grow inside, his aching butt throbbed, and he knew with time the pain might get worse, yet along with that pain would come that indescribable sensation of utter pleasure.

He also knew he wanted to fuck her when this was over. Fuck her so damn hard, and have her coming all over him.

And the thought kept him from ringing the bell.

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BOOK TRAILER: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qgde5t2utus

Book Trailer for Deadly Secrets

2008-08-03T12:57:00.000-07:00

NEWEST RELEASE

2008-08-02T13:00:00.001-07:00

Author: Collette Thomas
My Website

Genre: Erotic Romantic Mystery Suspense
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
Rating: Special Content Alert – BDSM, Graphic Violence’

Can Police Officer/Martial Arts Instructor Josh Tyler protect dance instructor Deirdre Clarke from an abusive stalking ex husband who is determined to win back his ex wife at any cost and through any means that he can?

Excerpt:

Deirdre took a deep breath and turned, ready to take Josh Tyler to task for keeping her waiting, but the words died on her lips when she saw him. He was every bit as sexy as his voice. His thick, dark hair, damp from his recent shower, just brushed his collar. A set of crystal blue eyes were set in a smooth, lightly tanned and freshly shaven face—eyes that blatantly ran over her in a slow, appreciative appraisal.
Josh smiled, showing even, white teeth. Deirdre spotted a small, almost undetectable scar over his left brow that did nothing to detract from his rugged good looks, and merely added to them. He wore a white knit shirt that had an emblem embroidered on the pocket. She guessed it had to do with the martial arts school. The fabric molded perfectly to his body. And ohmyGod, what a body. He wasn’t massive or overly built like a bodybuilder, but she knew every muscle in that upper and lower torso had been well developed through years of hard, disciplined training.
Suddenly, her heart did a flip-flop as her earlier vision of Josh Tyler in the shower filled her mind. Only now, having seen him, the image became electrifying. In her mind, soap streamed over smooth, wide shoulders, cascaded over an extremely tight butt, an engorged cock. The impromptu fantasy left her wanting—a longing she hadn’t felt in years, one she hadn’t thought she’d ever feel again.
The man was hot and Deirdre could hear Lisa now. You were a fool to have turned him down that first time.
She forced herself to meet his gaze, only to find him grinning down at her, as if reading her thoughts. Her cheeks grew hot.
“I hope the rentals will pass inspection as well as I seem to have,” he said, his voice laced with humor.
Maddie let out a howl of laughter.
Modesty, Deirdre decided, was obviously not one of Josh Tyler’s stronger attributes. “Sorry if I was staring,” she answered coolly, “but after talking to a person on the phone, and then seeing them in person . . . .”
Josh chuckled. “Hey, I’m not disappointed, either.” His gaze blatantly traveled down her form. “I have to say, for a detective, Luke sure fell short in his description of you. Then again, Luke’s assessments don’t always measure up. He said you were skinny, but I find you to be just right.” His gaze shifted until it fell on the curves of her breasts, then higher, until he appeared to be staring at her mouth.
Deirdre suddenly felt the need to lick her lips. The movement didn’t go unnoticed, as indicated by the subtle arch of one of his brows. What really disturbed her was that she found herself imagining what his lips would feel like, not only on her own lips, but on a variety of other, more intimate places. Yeah, the man was definitely hot—burning hot. Yet, despite the chemistry, she knew she needed to be careful. She could get badly burned with this one.

To Order: Noble Romance Publishing
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DOUBLE THE PLEASURE

2008-07-26T12:12:00.001-07:00

DOUBLE THE FUN!!!

DEADLY SECRETS

2008-07-23T17:12:00.000-07:00

I just finished today the first round of edits for my newest story DEADLY SECRETS. This is a full length novel at about 300 pages. The characters have lived inside my head for a while now. The strangest part about the characters we create, at least for me, is that they do indeed take on a life of their own. Some say this really isn't the case, and this is all simply a figment of our imagination. Not real. Just pretend.

But when for a time you find yourself inside the heads of any of these characters, at least for me I start to regard them as taking on a certain realism. Josh Tyler my hero, or Deirdre Clarke, the heroine, I feel I have made new friends. Some characters we grow to like, even love, and some we may simply feel a disdain for, e.g the hero (Bruce Braddock) which in and of itself is not a bad thing. We writer love to hate our villains. And we certainly enjoy making them as "bad" as possible, yet give them a few redeeming qualities.

Villains are made by the words we use. In the process we may struggle so that we avoid the stereotypical villain who may result in someone too predictable. We know at the end of the story good comes out the winner, and evil receives whatever well deserved punishment we can met out.

DEADLY SECRETS provides the gamut of characters, some of whom live life based on what the past has done to them, and some who seek to move forward so they can live a life where they will thrive.

We have characters who attempt to live out their dream, as my heroine Deirdre does when she opens up the dance studio.

We have characters who succumb to that dark side of themselves, which can necessitate some courage in order to follow these inclinations, as one of the secondary characters Maureen Donatelli, who discovers her preference for kinky sex.

BDSM is one of the themes strongly brought forth in this story. The story demonstrates the existence of good BDSM as opposed to not so good BDSM that can have disastrous results.

And of course we have the romance (between Josh Tyler and Deirdre Clare) where the hero and heroine struggle to get to a point where they (and us) can enjoy the happy forever ending, if that should occur. Can't tell you at that point if that happens.

The release for DEADLY SECRETS is scheduled for AUGUST 1st at Noble Romance Publishing. A great time of year I think as it will add one more sizzling tale to that summer reading list!

Collette Thomas
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New Release at Aspen Mountain Press

2008-07-19T19:09:00.000-07:00

Goin’ Down Two

It’s here! Goin’ Down Two joins Goin’ Down One out now at Aspen Mountain Press.

Maybe you’ve dreamed it. Maybe you’ve done it.

Well, Mallory Hall, Karma Jones, Tambra Kendall, Renee Michaels, Blythe Phillips, Jane Leopold Quinn, Shannon Robinson and Collette Thomas, the eight Goin’ Down Ladies, have written getting stuck in an elevator with a hunky mysterious guy(s) stories.

Eight different stories were created from the deepest, weirdest recesses of our minds. These stories run the gamut from sophisticated to sensually sweet to hot and sexually explicit. They are intense, funny, romantic, and some have surprise endings. We have it all!

Buy Link: Aspen Mountain Press

Where the heck do we come up with our characters?

2008-07-13T11:39:00.000-07:00

I think this is a question that most readers might wonder about when they pick up a book, i.e. where do we authors come up with these characters.

Jonathan Wetherall the III who made his debut in Hot Sex with a Stranger started out as the quintessential nerdy type. Yet, somehow he has gone through a transition, evolving into someone altogether different from what I had originally envisioned.

No longer the corporate CEO with the two piece pinstripe suit, instead I now see him reflecting more of his darker side. And in Four Play we do get to see more of that side especially since he's expanded his publishing business to now include adult videos.

Yeah, Jonathan is starting to delve into the deeper recesses of his psyche. And while developing the story FOUR PLAY, I noticed Jonathan has an even deeper side of him that has had him in some denial. Because now I'm getting the impression that he may be bi-sexual. I don't normally write m/m romances, but after Four Play, I feel the definite need to write a story that incorporates this developing side of Jonathan.

I'm not sure what Myrna's is going to say about all of this when she discovers her lover may be preferring to spend more time with her roommate's Adrienne's lover, namely Art Wagner.

I realize today this may have been the reason for my coming up with a new Flash Fiction Monday at my Erotic Romance Workshop group -- namely that first time when someone realizes he or she may be attracted to the same sex person. What happens when that occurs? What emotions come into play? Does one go into denial? Or do they go with it? Go where their emotions take them? What will Jonathan do when he finally acknowledges this facet of himself? Will he deny its existence? Will he accept it as part of who he is?

It will be interesting when I start to develop his story. Frankly, I'm not sure what will happen.

We will just have to sit back and see how it all goes from this point on. Meantime, stay tune because FOUR PLAY is up on the Coming Soon page at Forbidden. Release date will be announced here and at my website.

2008-07-04T13:56:00.000-07:00

The Goin' Down Ladies are at it again with four more stories that take place inside a stalled elevator, demonstrating all the possibilities of what can happen when that elevator won't move.

Coming July 18 at Aspen Mountain Press

What President are you most like?

2008-07-03T06:57:00.000-07:00

You Are Most Like Bill Clinton

No doubt, your legacy may be a little seedier than you'd like.

But even though you've done some questionable things, you're still loved by almost all.

What Modern US President Are You Most Like?

JULY CONTEST- MACRAME JEWELRY

2008-07-02T17:21:00.000-07:00

You can win a free Abby Marie Creations necklace. Just check the website for the selection of necklaces. Each one is unique because they're not mass produced. Each one different, pretty much one of a kind. The one pictured on top is a delightful square shaped two-toned pendant and beige macrame cord. The one pictured on the left is a tiger eye pendant, with brown macrame cording. The one on the right is a two-toned stone pendant with a two-tone (beige and brown) macrame cording. You can check the Product Page at Abby Marie Creations to see other styles.

How can you win?

Order any of my books throughout the month of July. I will pick five winners who will receive a handcrafted necklace.

Every time you buy one of my books the receipt you send to me will go into the drawing. Here are the selection. Just click on the Title which will take you straight to the Order Link.

As Collette Thomas
Hot Sex with a Stranger: A Case of Mistaken Identity
Goin' Down Anthology

As Marie A. Roy
No More Secrets, No More Lies
A Soldier's Fortune

Send your receipts to collette-thomas@sbcglobal.net
Put Necklace Contest in the Subject Line.

Win A Free Zingerman's Lunch - Awesome!!!!

2008-07-02T17:19:00.000-07:00

July 2008 We're 2 Years Old!

To celebrate our birthday, Aspen Mountain Press is sending one lucky winner* a picnic basket lunch (retail value of $100) to create the deli sandwich of your dreams from Zingerman's Deli in Ann Arbor, Michigan. Choose from Sherman's Sure Choice Reuben - Black Angus lean corned beef, rye; Binny's Brooklyn Reuben - Pastrami, pumpernickel; Georgia Reuben - Roasted turkey, rye. Also included Zingerman’s homemade redskin potato salad, cole slaw and Russian dressing. Emmentaler Swiss cheese, garlicky pickles and magic brownies.

To be included in the drawing all you have to do is purchase a book at Aspen Mountain Press. The more books you buy between July 1st and July 31st, the more times you will automatically be entered!

According to Oprah, "Zingerman's sandwiches are an '11 on a scale of 1 to 5.'"
Don't miss out on a terrific opportunity to sample some of the best deli food the mid-west has to offer along with some awesome stories of adventure, mystery, and passion. Remember, each story purchased is an automatic entry into the drawing!

*See website for additional details.

www.AspenMountainPress.com
Adventure, Mystery, Passion

GOIN' DOWN ANTHOLOGY AT AMP

2008-06-30T16:32:00.000-07:00

Maybe you’ve dreamed it. Maybe you’ve done it.

Eight different stories were created from the deepest, weirdest recesses of their minds. These stories run the gamut from sophisticated to sensually sweet to hot and sexually explicit. They are intense, funny, romantic, and some have surprise endings. We have it all.

The first anthology is scheduled to be released at ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS on May 23, the second on July 18, 2008. And oh, my yes, there’s something for everyone!

Volume I (May 23) - Two outrageous older women live out separate fantasies with a younger man inside a stuck elevator (The Elevator Man by Collette Thomas). All work and no play makes Jenna a dull girl until she meets Dante, the hot Italian stud who has nothing but the business of teaching her pleasure on his mind (Descent into Pleasure by Renee Michaels). A widow who lives out an erotic dream inside a stalled elevator with a silk clad cowboy (Aft Shaft by Mallory Hall). And a fired secretary releases her frustration on an ex-boss then discovers a mutual attraction that explodes into heated passion in (Fired or Fired Up by Shannon Robinson).

Join us at ASPEN MOUNTAIN PRESS on May 23 and July 18, because we’re Goin’ Down.