Guest Author: Lila Munro

Say hello to Lila Munro...

Thank you so much for hosting me today and thank you readers for stopping by and spending a few realmantic moments with me and my latest release, Love Vindicated, Book One in the Steele Image series. It’s a pleasure to be here and if you have any questions please do leave them in the comments. I’ll be by a time or two today to check in and visit with you all.

Lila

Steele Image

In 1980, Kyle Montgomery’s life was seemingly perfect. Heavily recruited by Force Recon fresh from the Naval Academy, he’d been working black ops for the Marine Corps for six years and was on the cusp of being promoted to Major. He was on the fast track to bigger and better things, had all the right people vetting him, and he'd married the woman of his dreams and was exploring a lifestyle which could have ended his career. With the Iranian embassy under siege and the Middle East in turmoil, Kyle was sent on a mission which would change the course of his life forever.

Returning home after three months of being invisible, Kyle finds his wife has been murdered by the very people he'd been sent to protect. And instead of the government retaliating, they hand him his walking papers with the agreement they’ll never speak of the events again. It's like Kyle never existed. His wife never existed. And the people who maimed and tortured her never existed.

Resigned to never again walk that path, Kyle opens the first Steele Image club with the thought of providing a safe haven for others like him, those who were invisible to the public and most of the government. Those who had eclectic sexual tastes. Those who would later become his allies. And his enemies. And both will drive him back to the place he’d thought he’d let go of forever to vindicate his love…

Please enjoy an excerpt:

“Are you sure you want to play with me, little one?” Kyle asked with his brow furrowed. The woman who wasn’t an inch over five feet tall by his estimation and sported one of the new trendy bi-lateral haircuts with a pink streak running through the shaved side was visibly shaking as she stood in front of him naked as the day she was born. “Fear is usually a good thing, but you’re truly scared of me aren’t you?”

“I’m not afraid, Sir,” Missy insisted, her chin jutting out and her spine becoming a bit straighter, although the flutter in her chest was evident as her breasts jiggled with each heave for breath. “I’m…excited.”

“Bullshit.” Circling her, Kyle ran his fingertips along her shoulders, down one arm, up the other, across her breast bone, and landed at the base of her throat where he wrapped his palm around it and squeezed. “You lie. And what’s the club rule about lying?”

“It won’t be tolerated, Sir. And those caught doing it will be punished.” Her voice wavered and her bright green pupils blew up just before her gaze wandered from his. “But I’m not lying. I’m not afraid of you and I am excited.”

“Tell me this.” He reached down with his free hand to twist one of her nipples and watched her jaw lock. “What do you expect from this little liaison between us?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Kyle to be approached by a half-dozen masochistic subs a week for servicing. Men, women, gay, straight, bi, confused, it didn’t matter they all seemed to migrate to him at some point which suited him. Genders, sexuality, and preferences meant nothing to him since sex wasn’t even an option when playing with them. If he needed serviced, he had no less than a dozen call girls literally on call to get him off and be gone before the sun kissed the horizon. They expected nothing but to be paid and Kyle obliged and well.

Over the course of the last year, he’d earned quite a reputation as a service sadist. He’d developed an unwavering ability to deliver and walk away without string one hanging between him and his playmate. No strings meant no intimate connections. No intimate connections meant none of them were in danger from association with him. Endangering anyone else due to his line of work was the last thing he intended to do. He didn’t need intimate connections to play and made it clear from the start of negotiations his partner shouldn’t expect them either. If they wanted more than an endorphin release, they weren’t a good match in his eyes and he either turned them down or negotiated a third be involved. All Kyle sought was an outlet by which to channel the pent up emotions he refused to allow anyone to see. He had no room for exterior feeling and expelling any notion of it by helping someone else achieve their own release made for an acceptable medium. At least that’s what he kept telling himself every time he looked in the mirror and a virtual stranger looked back.

Missy was fairly new to the club and had been introduced to Kyle and courted for membership by Wesley, the front of house security guard who’d been with him since the doors opened at Steele Image. While he’d had a few lengthy conversations with her and believed he knew enough about her to play with her, he wasn’t thoroughly convinced she was a true masochist and even thought she might be the latest in the long line of subs who foolishly believed they could tame him.

“Answer me, little one,” Kyle he said softly. “What do you expect from this?”

“Lots of pain,” she breathed over a groan and a smile as Kyle increased the pressure with which he pinched her nipple.

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Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual softer read to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, the Identity series, and the Private Collection. Currently she is working on two new series set to release summer of 2013, the At Your Service line and the Steele Image line. She’s a member in good standing of RWA. Ms. Munro loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Realmantic Moments   Facebook    Goodreads   Twitter You can also contact her via email at lilasromance@gmail.com and you can find all her works at: Amazon   ARe  Nook    Bookstrand

Thanks for stopping by Lila!  It's always good to have you.

Hushed Teaser #1

Here a little bit from my current WIP (Hushed)...
*unedited and subject to change*

Tess zipped her stuffed suit case and pulled it off of her bed. It hit the floor with a thump and she sighed. Unease prickled her skin. How had she let Megan talk her into this?
“This is a bad idea,” she called through their apartment as she began dragging her luggage to the front door. Even in protest she was doing what her best friend and roommate had convinced her to do.
“Get over it, Tess. It’s spring break. Ten days at the beach! How could it not be fine?” Megan came into their living room with her hands on her hips.
Tess rolled her eyes. Yes, it was spring break. Yes, ten days at the beach sounded amazing. She loved the beach. What made this a bad idea was that this trip was planned when she and Jason were still a couple. They were going to his parent’s beach house. The whole group would be there and it would be mostly couples. Tess groaned internally as she frowned at her friend.
“I’m not riding in a car with him.” Tess stomped her foot. Megan lowered her dark gaze and raised an eyebrow. “What?” Tess shrieked.
“Of course you won’t ride with him. You’ll ride with me and Matt. Oooh, did you know Carter is bringing his new man?” Megan waggled her dark eyebrows grinning from ear to ear. It was a big deal that their friend Carter had found someone on campus worth dating. He was too picky for his own good.
“Yes, he told me,” Tess sighed. Megan sneered at her lack of enthusiasm and disappeared down the hall.
“You could at least sound happy for him,” Megan called from her bedroom.
Tess frowned and pouted as she flopped onto the couch. Just as she settled into the cushions Megan’s boyfriend, Matt, burst through the door.
“Come on, baby! The beach awaits!” Matt tripped over Tess’ bag and he caught himself on the arm of the couch. A laugh slipped from her as he pushed his auburn hair back from his forehead. Matt glared at the offending bag and then turned his anger on Tess.
“Sorry,” she muttered with a shrug.

Anniversary Teaser #2...

I'm back today with another teaser from Tears in the Rubble...



Taylor reached across the cab of his brother’s truck and hit the horn again. Jackson glared at him and sighed.
"What's taking her so long? We’re going to be late," Taylor whined impatiently.
"Girls always take a long time," Jackson said as he rolled his eyes and leaned his head back against the headrest.
"Layla’s not a girl," he shot back. Next to him Jackson snorted. "What? She’s just--Layla."
Through narrowed eyes, Taylor glared at his brother until movement on the porch caught his attention. He looked just in time to see Layla bounding down the wooden steps. Taylor swallowed thickly and from the corner of his eye he saw Jackson’s head jerk to the left. Both boys watched as her green cotton sundress moved around her legs, her pale blond hair streaming behind her, her pink lips split into a grin.
"Oh… shit," Taylor said under his breath. Layla Swanson is hot was Taylor’s first thought. His second thought was when had that happened?
They'd been best friends for most of their lives. Taylor wasn’t sure how he had missed the transformation from bossy tomboy to whatever it was Layla had become. He'd seen her yesterday and yet he could swear she looked different. Beside him his brother was nodding in agreement. Taylor shot him another glare which only earned him another snort from Jackson.
"Layla Swanson’s all grown up," Jackson whispered, drawing out the words just as she pulled the passenger side door open, ducking the swat at the back of his head.
"Morning boys," she called cheerfully, ignoring their fighting. When Taylor didn’t respond because he was too busy staring, she pushed on his shoulder playfully. "What, do I look bad?"
She glanced down at her dress and ran a hand over her hair before biting down on her full, glossy bottom lip and looking back up at him. He continued to stare helplessly as her lip slowly popped out from between her white teeth. Shaking himself, Taylor cleared his throat trying to think of a response, something to smooth over the awkward moment. Maybe she hadn’t noticed he was staring. He hoped so anyway.
"No," he trailed off. Really smooth, Taylor cursed himself silently.
He climbed out of the truck and let her slide into the middle seat before he got back in. Over her shoulder, Jackson caught Taylor’s eye and raised an eyebrow questioningly.

2 more days to get Tears in the Rubble and From the Rubble for .99 on Amazon...

Happy Anniversary To Me...

It's been one year since my first novel, Tears in the Rubble, was released.  I'm still so excited it's a bit ridiculous.  I couldn't have done any of this without my publisher, Rebel Ink Press,  and my editor.  So I want to say thank you to then once again.

So to celebrate I'm going to give you all a little teaser from Tears in the Rubble for the next three days.  Both of my titles, Tears in the Rubble and it's follow up From the Rubble will be on sale for .99 on Amazon...

Teaser #1

Layla pulled her sunglasses off and ran a hand through her blonde waves, letting them fall over her shoulder, a few pieces tickling her chest as she breathed deep. She smiled at Taylor and ran her hand up his damp arm, leaning into him slowly. Watching him watch her. Layla’s heart thumped as she brushed her lips against his. Barely, a whisper of a touch. Taylor sucked in a shuddering breath through his teeth and tried to press his lips to hers. Fighting the urge to give in, she parted her lips slightly and brushed against him again. His lips were warm and soft and Layla couldn’t stand it anymore. Her eyes drooped half-closed and she let him lean in, closing the distance between them. Her head spun as Taylor’s hand found its way further under her bathing suit, the tips of his strong fingers digging in as he parted her lips with his own.

Both Tears in the Rubble and From the Rubble are available on Amazon for .99 for the next 3 days!!

Guest Author Lila Munro

Today I'd like to welcome a fellow Rebel, Lila Munro.  Lila is also a part of the Rebel Elite team and she's celebrating a new release with us.  I'll let Lila tell us a little about herself, her works, and her newest release...

I’m From Slower Lower…Where?

First, I’d like to thank Britni for turning her blog space over to me today. Your kindness in hosting me today is most appreciated. And thank you to her fans and readers for dropping by to spend a few minutes with me.

For those of you who don’t know me, I’m Lila Munro, multi-faceted romance author. I’m probably most known for my steamy BDSM and ménage pieces, but what most people probably haven’t picked up on yet is that my career didn’t begin there. It actually began with more sensual, contemporary roots.

My first two works, The Executive Officer’s Wife and Bound by Trust, were both contemporary military reads and had been out some weeks when I made the decision to pull A Slower, Lower Love—which was under contract at the time but not officially published—and revise it based on what I had learned from my editor at the time. I knew based on what I’d learned it needed some hard core work in order to be truly ready for the viewing public. I also knew that eventually the other two works would be released and come back to me and they would undergo the revisions they so desperately needed as well. The Executive Officer’s Wife received its treatment last summer and Bound by Trust will later this year.

Once I was done picking apart A Slower, Lower Love I turned it over to the capable hands of the editing staff at Rebel Ink press and prepared to find out what else I was sure I knew but really didn’t. When I received word from E they were finished with it and we needed to talk, well, let me tell you my heart stopped. But, I was pleasantly surprised to learn the thing we needed to discuss was turning A Slower, Lower Love into a series. I agreed to take on this task and thus I was forever the incidental series writer. Who knew?

A Slower, Lower Love started the rounds on the review circuit and I began writing book two, A Slower, Lower Life. About mid-way through that project, the reviews began pouring in…and they weren’t half bad, but a recurring criticism was that the romance was neither slower nor lower.

Well, of course it wasn’t…that’s not at all what slower, lower means. And although the meaning of that phrase is referenced more than once in both works, somehow it escaped notice.

My husband is from Sussex County Delaware, which is the southern most of the three counties in Delaware and is part of the peninsula comprised of the tips of Delaware, Maryland, and Virginia. It’s beautiful country. Lazy, rolling, green. Farmland and colonial homes grace the landscape…and when you ask someone from that part of the country where they’re from the answer is almost always, “I’m from slower lower.”

You see, slower lower is a description, it just doesn’t apply to the couples’ love affairs in the Slower, Lower series. It describes a way of life, a place, and the people who live there. Life in slower lower is marked by Sussex County Standard Time. No one rushes, everyone stops to appreciate, people breathe and notice what’s on the air…freshly turned soil, the Nanticoke River, the ocean. Pizza cooking at Grottos. People use their front porches and they say y’all.

So, don’t be shocked when you read any or all of the books in this series, the latest of which released February 17, A Slower, Lower Leap, and the romance is smoking because the reviewers were right in one thing…love on the eastern shore is definitely not slow.

When you’re the last man standing…

 Not only was Logan Delaney the last of his siblings to remain unmarried and unsettled, his entire family believed he’d never find a wife. The baby of eight, he’s been dubbed an irresponsible player and told he’ll never amount to a hill of beans. And at one time, Logan may have been okay with those descriptions, but no more. On a quest to prove his worth, he’s spent the entire summer learning the family business, staying in at night, and saving his money. And if his family would stop meddling in his affairs and trying to dictate who he should and shouldn’t be seeing, he might just show them he’s found the one, Lizzy Jenkins.

And have a bad reputation to blame…

Elizabeth Jenkins had always known Logan Delaney existed, but he’d never so much as turned one glance her way until she handed him his butt on a silver platter in three sentences or less over the phone. After that it seemed at every turn there he was and the more she resisted the heat building between them, the bigger the fire got. Until his family interfered. And why wouldn’t they? Between Logan’s legacy and her baggage, they were a disaster in the making.

Can you be trusted with a fragile heart?

But Logan doesn’t run when he finds out about Colby. In fact, he embraces Lizzy’s special needs son and defies the advice of everyone urging him to leave Lizzy alone. But after one moment of weakness, Logan finds himself knee deep in a marriage complete with the little boy whose father bailed before his birth and Lizzy’s grandfather, who needs constant care as well.  Then there's the man who just might be the demise of it all.

Excerpt:

With a mixture of emotions swirling through her, Lizzy watched the same storm overtake Logan’s features which was brewing inside her. A veritable lightning bolt passed between them as soon as he’d touched her. She knew she’d always been attracted to Logan, but the instant heat still scalding her skin from his fingers left her unsettled. It was but a mere couple of hours prior she was trying to convince herself she could do with some sort of quickie sexual gratification, although she’d admitted it could never be with Logan, and now she wanted nothing more and the door to her emotions was wide open leaving her vulnerable and believing maybe they could have both. And just as she was trying to tell herself to stop trusting the lies her deprived body was concocting, Logan decided to try to convince her he might be interested in more as well.

Where was Logan the player and who was the imposter sitting across the table from her who could probably talk her right into his bed with one sentence or less and keep her coming back heartbreak on the horizon or not?

As her pulse slowed a bit, she turned to look at Colby and reminded herself why she couldn’t be playing horizontal Twister with anyone let alone Logan. And she sure couldn’t go letting Colby think there was a reason to get too comfortable around him. He seemed to like Logan and the Delaney herd of kids and she didn’t want him getting his feelings hurt because she couldn’t control her hormonal urges. What if she made the mistake of screwing Logan’s brains out, things didn’t work out, and that made it awkward to be coming around anymore? This was the first time anyone had really taken them in and welcomed them unconditionally and she didn’t want to rob Colby of it.

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Bio:

Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual softer read to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, the Identity series, and the Private Collection. Currently she is working on two new series set to release summer of 2013, the At Your Service line and the Steele Image line. She’s a member in good standing of RWA. Ms. Munro loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Realmantic Moments   Facebook    Goodreads   Twitter You can also contact her via email at lilasromance@gmail.com and you can find all her works at: Amazon   ARe  Nook    Bookstrand

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New Release Celebration: Donna Steele

Donna Steele has stopped by today to tell us a little about her newest release...

The War

Vietnam was my war. We didn't talk about it around the Sunday lunch table with the relatives like we always had for WWII. I grew up with those stories from my aunts and uncles, but mine was different. John Wayne didn't glorify mine and people were angry and confused about the whole thing.

We had Kent State and protests and love-ins.  Hair, Peter, Paul and Mary, and "For What It's Worth" by Buffalo Springfield. I knew people that went to Canada and more that thought about it.

We had the draft lottery and boys with lower numbers were scooped up and sent to training camp. I had no brothers, so I was slightly removed from the process, but I wasn't sure I'd be allowed to go away to school after Kent State.

I thought I'd forgotten about it, but then Rebel Ink asked for short stories involving men in uniform. And there was Welcome Home – already written in my head.  The people aren't specific. I didn't know them in real life. But I knew them and I remember how it was.

A war doesn't have to be "popular" for the men and women that answer the call to be appreciated and thanked. I think we learned our lesson on that. I hope so.

Bobby's back from Vietnam and finds the world has changed.
"I didn't care if I was fighting communists or socialists or Martians. I just wanted to live and come home." Why can't his old friends let go and understand how he feels?
Can Katie help bring him all the way home?

You can purchase Welcome Home at Amazon.

Thanks for stopping by today Donna!

Author Interview: Eden Glenn

I'm excited to welcome Eden Glenn today.  She also writes for Rebel Ink Press and is a part of the Rebel Elite team.  I've asked her a few questions and she's telling us about her new release.

1: Do you have anything in your wardrobe you can’t live without?  (shirt, shoes, hat, scarf, jewelry, anything you wear all the time)

The standing joke is the volume of my wardrobe. In my defense I need formal clothes for balls and parties. I need business dress, business semi casual, business casual. I need club clothes for nights out. I need casual clothes for just hanging around. I need barn clothes for horsing around.

My clothes broke the closet close bar out of the wall.  LOL.

I have some special rings that I wear all the time.

The only thing that is second to the volume of my clothes is the volume of my shoes. LOL. Boots: Fashion, Horse Riding, and Motorcycle. Shoes with dresses, shoes for pants, tennis shoes for hanging around and for the gym, play shoes, sandles. On and on LOL

2: Do you like doing research?  Or do you write what you know? I do extensive research. I research careers, life styles, subject matter and the eroticism. LOL. Lots and Lots of research. I love it.

3: Describe your writing style… hum. Exciting, Erotic, with a splash of snark

4: What are you working on now? I am currently working on finishing final edits for vol 3 of The Amethyst Desire Collection, Its called “Phoenix Reborn”. I’m outlining and plotting vol 4 “Shifter’s SOMETHING idk WHAT”. Titles come hard for me. I haven’t quite nailed the title yet. I’m working on edits for a story to follow Dar’kind Promises. At the moment it is called “Dragons Unbound”

5: Do you have or have you ever had a mentor? Yes, my critique group in FL named Ink Plots. Shelby Reed, Abigail Sharp, my critique partner Charlee Allden and others were in that group. Shelby, Abigail and Charlee and I spent many days writing together and discussing the business. I would say these women mentored me.

6: Do you find it hard to balance your daily routine with writing? I do find myself so immersed in writing that it is hard to accomplish other ‘important’ things.

7: What’s your biggest vice?  Something you’re obsessed with but probably shouldn’t be… Diet Coke

8: If you could step out of your element and try something new what would it be? Lol. I constantly step out of my element. I live outside my element. In Feb, 2012 I decided I wanted to learn to drive a motorcycle. I’ve been riding my Vulcan 750 since April. My first ride on it was bringing it home 3 hours from North Carolina. I have my motorcycle license. I’ve put about 5,000 miles on Ta’Lula this summer.

9: How do you view the editing process?

Editing is where the magic happens

10: If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go?

I would love to go to Scotland, New Zeland, Germany, Australia, The Grand Canyon, Mackinaw Island, Chincoteague Island. I could keep going.

Last but not least tell us where we can find more about you and your works…

Come visit my web. www.edenglenn.com You’ll find all the links to my various FB; Twitter; Amazon page etc.

Blurb:

(BLURB) Novellette length (16,920 words)

Darkind Fairy Maura comes to the human dimension on a search and rescue mission for one of her race. The success of the mission rests on her wits and the skilled aid of her feline tracker, Zelia. Unfortunately, Zelia is experiencing unpredictable shifts between feline and human forms.

Distracted by the sultry woman in her bed, Maura struggles to stay focused on their quest. If they’re unable to figure out how to gain control of Zelia’s shifting, all hope for success of their mission as well as any possibility of their future together will be lost.

Worse yet, an ancient evil targets Zelia and Maura in a bid for power and control of their magic.

Zelia is willing to risk becoming trapped in feline form and losing the love she’s found if it means she can save Maura from the evil hunting them. Meanwhile, Maura searches for the strength to abandon the quest for her lost ‘sister’ if doing so will save Zelia’s life and stabilize her shifting abilities.

Author Bio:

Eden Glenn lives in the mountains of Chattanooga, Tennessee with a cat and a loveable nuisance dog that should be in Japan. Eden has blue eyes, but her hair color is subject to change without notice. She is a member of RWA (Romance Writers of America) and FCRW (First Coast Romance Writers).

Prepare to leave your safe world behind.

http://www.edenglenn.com my social networking links are here on my website for FB, Twitter, Amazon and more. Check out my book trailers, blog and news.

Unruly Characters

So...I've picked on WIP to focus on and I'm hard at work.  I'm actually making progress and I have to say Cross My Heart (this may be a working title) is turning into a pretty exciting little story.

When this idea first bloomed it was a little bit supernatural but that's a whole different story.  A story for another time.

I revamped it a bit and it was really just a story about a woman learning how strong she is and showing everyone around her who she really is.  She has a little adventure along the way, of course.  I really wanted her to be a strong woman and I didn't want her to have to rely on a man, so I was trying really hard not to have a love story involved.  The next thing I know my characters are looking at each other and thinking about each other.  I guess it's just like real life, sometimes you end up having feelings for someone out of the blue, when you weren't even looking.

As you can tell my characters have control.  I try to nudge them but they just don't seem to listen.  I guess we will just have to see where they lead me.  :)