In Pink


Trissa went to lunch with her sister and girlfriends. She wasn’t expecting to go home with a sex toy and she wasn’t sure about using it…

…but it was a gift, so she should at least give it a try….

In Pink coming Friday September 5!

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Exactly the Same, Completely Different


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On my way to San Antonio

Between 2002 and 2008, I was highly involved in Romance Writers of America (RWA). For few years, I was on the local chapter board and served as the events coordinator for a couple of those. I loved my monthly meetings and the connections and relationships it fostered. And friendships. I went to our local biannual retreat and attended multiple nation conferences, traveling across the country to Dallas, Denver, Reno, New York, Atlanta, San Francisco.

I participated in online chapters, which were still just getting off the ground, and in 2007 I was part of the group of dedicated and talented ladies who founded Passionate Ink and coordinated out first ever chapter event at the Atlanta Aquarium during conference that year. For those who don’t know, Passionate Ink is RWA’s erotic romance chapter, and getting acceptance all those years ago was no easy feat.

I was part of the ‘rising’ crowd, I think , having scored a top notch agent, made sales to multiple traditional publishers, sold rights overseas, had books get book club selections. I didn’t need to pitch books or ideas since I had an agent to do that for me and books under contract already, so that freed me up to just learn and have fun. I sipped cocktails and giggled with coveted editors, I danced after the Rita’s with them, too. I had a great time at the conferences and thought my career was on cloud nine.

And then, in the fall of 2007 the bottom fell out on my world. I should have seen it coming. Actually, I should have made it happen half a decade sooner. My marriage had been bad for years, but I suffered in silence, keeping that part of my life a secret. I never thought I’d have the courage to leave my ex-husband and I was resigned to a life of sadness and loneliness. I may have suffered, but my characters did not. All the pain and anguish and emotion, I felt over years of a bad marriage was poured into my books.

But in the fall of 2007 my ex-husband acted out against my oldest child. I was resigned to being a wife in this life, I was not resigned to being a mother in it, too. I left him, but the next few years weren’t easy. I could write an entire blog post about the following years, hell, I could write a book about them, but this post isn’t about my personal life, it’s about my experiences with RWA.

Over the next year, I tried to hang onto my RWA friendships and relationships. I tried to write through my suffering, finished out what remained on my contracts, and attended conference in July 2008, but writing was already taking a back burner by then. Life was messy and complicated and difficult.

Months slipped into years. Six of them, actually. During those six years, I found my joy again. Lost weight, found a day job, met an amazing man, had a new baby, went back to college, and though characters drifted by to say hello, I didn’t have any stories scratching to be set free. I thought I’d lost the need to write and since I was happy, I didn’t need to pour my sorrow out on the page. But I missed the relationships and friendships. I missed the feeling of a story burning to be written. I missed the feeling and elation of writing ‘The End’.

In the spring of 2013, I began to write again. I self-published a few stories and did fairly well navigating a brand new world of writing and publishing. We’re in a new time and so much has changed since I quietly backed away from writing and publishing. In 2007 erotic romance was seen as the red-headed step-child, but now those hot stories are mainstream and bestsellers. Small presses and self-publishing was frowned upon. But now Amazon rules the market.

So this year, I decided to venture back into the world I’d been so deeply rooted in, so in love with, so involved with. This year, I went to San Antonio to Romance Writers of America’s national conference.

It was exactly how I remembered. But everything was different. Girlfriends I had before who were just starting their careers when I was are now super stars in this industry, or they’re gone, not having the thick skin needed to sustain. And there are so many new faces.

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I felt brand new. I knew what to expect, how to navigate a conference, but the people had changed, attitudes about publishing had changed, acceptance of my genre had changed. I was in a weird space. I am an award winning multi-published author, and yet, I am a nobody. I belonged there, but didn’t feel like I belonged. It was a strange feeling. I’ve been home for a few days now and it’s still surreal.

So much about RWA is the same. The same amazing classes, the same authors using classes to self-promote, the same talented speakers, the same giving agents, and sought-after editors. I saw them all, recognized them, but doubted that they remembered me. Some I had partied with, drank and danced with, but right now, right this minute, I am a newbie and not in the ‘in crowd’.

What’s different now is that I have confidence in my ability to write. I know I belong in this world. Whereas before, I was scared and insecure, I am now a confident woman sure of what I want and what I want to is to be back in the loving arms of Romance Writers of America. This is the world in which I belong. Sure, I adore the control of self-publishing and admire those doing it full time and on their own, but I yearn for my old friendships and relationships born from my time involved with RWA.

So while everything remains the same, everything is also different. And I am going to EMBRACE those differences!

Hello RWA and readers. Get ready, because I’m BACK!

~Renee Luke

 

A tease of Tease…


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Burying his face into the curve of her neck, he struggled to breath, to get his need under control. Bit down on his bottom lip to keep from cumming. To keep the yearning from suffocating him.

It’d been so long. Hell, too damned long.

Pulling his soaked fingers from her body, her wrapped his arm around her waist and held her close while her breathing was still uneven. While his name still danced along her lips.

Slowly, her body stopped trembling, her gasps of air turned into normal tugs of air, and she went still. Completely still.

Gritting his teeth and prepared for whatever anger she was about to give, he pulled back and looked into her intense eyes. No anger, but not happiness or pleasure. Just this steady stare she watched him with, as if unsure what to expect from him.

He smiled, wanted to laugh. A week damn near and he hadn’t seen her happy once. “You okay?”

She nodded. “What about you?” Her gaze drifted down to where the head of his cock had escaped his boxer shorts.

He did laugh this time. Her tone was so thoughtful. So pensive. “Sugar-girl, I’ll be fine.”

“But…”

“I’m fine. That was about taking care of you.”

She frowned, straightening her lips into a puckered line. She looked around the room, as if trying to regain composure before glancing back in his direction.

She inhaled sharply, then brought her narrowed gaze back at his face. “Why’d you bring those stupid bags of candy in here?”

“What’s the matter with the candy?” he goaded.

“It’s cotton candy.”

“And?”

“It’s pink.”

“And?”

There was silence. Her lips going into a straight line again. Damn, he saw how her body was still shaking from climax, could feel it with the arm he had draped over her middle, yet she was still unable to find any humor.

“It’s just cotton candy. Pink cotton candy. Nothing too serious.”

“Cotton candy is serious when it means…” her voice trailed off as she seemed to realize what she was about to admit. It was their past that troubled her. The candy was just a reminder.

He sat up, then leaned over and kissed her gently on the lips. A sweet kiss, meant to express caring and adoration not lust. “Sugar-girl, it’s not that serious. Nothing in life is that serious.”

And then he shoved from the bed and headed toward the bathroom. Though walking with the hard-on he was sporting wasn’t easy, he didn’t look back. He had to go find a little lotion and work out this nut, or he’d have a serious case of blue balls within hours.

“I hate pink,” she yelled after him.

He roared with strained laughter, then shut the door.

Taking Over


Hi All,

Tomorrow evening, at 11 pm EST, I’ll be taking over at

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Come by and say hi… I think I’ll be giving away a few goodies… a candle, some candy, and of course, a BOOK or two….

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Next week I’ll be over at the lovely Delilah Devlin’s page telling all about my trip to San Antonio for the RWA National Conference…

 

Walking on Cloud 9…


So many good things have been happening for/to me in the last couple of months… my writing career, which I had feared dead, has started to take off again.  I am not selling tons of books/stories on Amazon, but behind the scenes, things are really beginning to fall into place…
In the next two weeks, I’ll be traveling to San Antonio for Romance Writer’s of America’s 2014 National Conference.
Today I got my invite the Berkley/New American Library (Penguin Group)’s author cocktail party…. I also got the confirmations for my editor/agent meetings. In all honesty, I’ve done these before. I’ve met my last two agents/agencies sitting at the bar over drinks and talking about personal lives and sharing laughs. It was later that I actually pitched them concepts, and was accepted.
But now, I’m going to conference agentless and for the first time, I have appointments set up.  I’m nervous. And to be honest, I don’t have a polished pitch. But, I do have an idea about pitching myself and my career more so than pitching a single project. After all, I am more than one single project. That isn’t the career I want to have.
And, I had a nice email convo with an old friend who I hope to run into at conference…
RWA Conference 2014! I’m planning and packing… I’ll be there soon…

Her Dom


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Title: Her Dom

Author: A.D. Justice

Anticipated Release Date: July 25, 2014

Genre: Erotic Thriller

Synopsis

My name is Dominic Powers. My software engineering company, DPS, is one of the top 500 companies in the world. Conducting a search for my Personal Assistant brought an unexpected candidate straight to me.

I knew she was different as soon as she walked into my high-rise office. She exuded innocence and inexperience. Those are two things in a woman that normally don’t attract me, but I am apparently making an exception for her. She’s young and delicate – and I’m afraid she won’t make it in my world.

But the carnal man I’ve kept hidden deep inside me says I have to try.

She is my Sophia Vasco.

I am Her Dom.

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A.D. Justice

A.D. Justice has been married for 25 years and has two wonderful sons in college. She is also an avid reader of romance novels and, to her amazement, a self-published author. A.D. enjoys reading many different types of romance books – including drama and suspense, crime and mystery, NA and YA, and contemporary and erotica.

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Beautifulness


Good afternoon my beautiful family, friends, and fans.

Are you wondering about the Beautifulness title of this entry? I’m in a happy place. I’ve found happiness and it has found me. No, things are not perfect. I struggle in my relationship with my oldest daughter, who at 22 things she knows everything and doesn’t need me. But I am learning to give up the constant pain of things I cannot control, and I cannot control her or her actions. She is grown. A little bit more growth and she’ll learn to appreciate me again.

But happiness and I have become good friends. I have found happiness loving my man because in all of my life I’ve never felt so love and cherished back. There is peace in that. There is a quiet joy. A contentment I’ve never known before. And excitement, too, because as my love for him grows, I am learning new things about myself. Finding who I am as a woman.

And after many years away from writing, I have come back to it and am slowly but surely remaking a career out what I want to do with my life. A career I love.

I have so much good news to share and even more on the horizon that I can’t share just yet, but I will. Eventually, I will.

I’ve been asked to contribute a story to the Den of Sin. If you haven’t heard about it yet, you will. It’s a group of amazing authors who have created an entire world and have a series of books centered there. I am so excited about this story and have ideas swirling about what my Den of Sin contribution will be. Go check out the website.

http://denofsinseries.com/

Read some of the stories so you’re familiar with the characters and world for when my story comes out. Trust me, you won’t be disappointed.

I’ve also had a short story accepted into an anthology edited by the lovely Delilah Devlin. Hot Highlanders & Wild Warriors will be released this fall. I don’t have an exact date, yet.

In addition to that, Thou Art Mine has been accepted for publication by Ellora’s Cave Publishing. It is an erotic medieval romance that I wrote years ago and tucked away. I decided to read it last winter and after enjoying the read, decided to submit it. I don’t have details on it yet, either, but as soon as I know, I’ll share.

I have more exciting publishing news, but at this point, it’s news that was shared to me in confidence so I’m unable to tell you more about this, but believe me when I say it’s amazing and awesome and I am thrilled.

And, I’ve started a new business, Cover Me Book Covers. It began because I was too broke (or too cheap) to pay for book covers for my self-published releases. Plus, I had visions for what I wanted and didn’t trust anyone else to design what was in my mind. Others began to ask about my covers and taaadaaa…. A new business was born. It’s going incredibly well. It’s not huge but I am doing a few covers per month and it’s growing. Designing is a good balance to writing, both creative but entirely different parts of the brain.

Do you see? Do you see why I would use a word like beautifulness? Because that’s where I am right now, living fully in it.

Love This Live


 

 

 

“All I want is you.” 

Tess Hamilton has a ten year plan—every milestone mapped out to reach her educational, career and life goals. Happy to be moving in with her fiancé, Sebastian, she didn’t anticipate a dangerous attraction to another man, a life-changing event, and a terrifying journey of self-discovery. They were definitely not a part of her master plan, and now Tess wonders if any part of her scheme will come to fruition. 
Sebastian Irons is getting everything he’s ever wanted out of life. Leaving his playboy image in the past, he’s finally become the better man he longed to be when he left England and came to America. Madly in love with his fiancée and ready to start their life together, everything is seemingly perfect—until a series of unexpected events threatens to tear them apart. 
Can Tess and Sebastian survive the curveballs life throws at them? Will their love crash and burn, or will they get their long-awaited happily ever after? 

+18 for sexual situations 

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