Two Great New Novels

Exciting News! We've just released two of our best books, A Dangerous Game & EEK! I'm a Woman. These are my first major releases in almost a year and to celebrate here's some more good news. Both of my books and the eight other great newest releases on New Dawning Bookfair are 50% off until July 15th. That's Half Price! So Check the books out and while you're there check out our beautiful website.

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Here are Blurbs and Excerpts from these wonderful stories.

Blurb

A Dangerous Game is a complex story covering thirty years in the life of a woman, who at seventeen hit a low point when her father discovers she's pregnant and throws her out of the house. Gritty and spirited, Loretta Bishop, after a stint in an Elko brothel, ends up as a Vegas cocktail waitress, making the best of her situation in life.
 

Over the years, many men and lovers pass through her life, but three stand out: Vinnie, a slick Four Queens pit boss, Gary, a young, impressionable co-worker, and last, Bobby, a handsome, college student.

Seventeen years Bobby’s senior, Loretta is tasked, one night, with taking the unassuming, modest, pretty boy under her wing and turning him into a ladies' man. At first Bobby seems like a fun boy toy, but when Loretta falls in love with him and he asks her to marry him, Loretta flees in panic.  

Now on his own it’s up to Bobby to put the methods Loretta has taught him to practical use. Will he succeed and parlay his new talents into love, wealth and power?

SEXY STORY EXCERPT

The driver spoke. “Need a ride? Hop in. Jill, why don’t you get in back with Amy?”

Jill opened the door stepped out, smiled coyly and hopped in back. I got in and before I knew it I was being taken for a ride by… “Hi, I’m Babbet but everyone calls me Baby.” Her broad smile revealed perfect white teeth. “I’ll drop my sister and her friend off at the pajama party first, then I’ll take you wherever you want.”

I chuckled. “You’re very kind.” And hot. “Excuse me for laughing but my name is Bobby. Bobby and Baby sound a little strange together.”

Baby peeled off the shoulder like Loretta had minutes before, and the tires screeched from the traction of pavement. Looking me up and down, Baby said, “I dunno, sounds kind of promising to me.”

Baby was medium height and slight of build. She had warm brown eyes behind long lashes. Her light brown hair was tied at the top of her head, giving a fountain effect, enhanced by loose ringlets framing her pretty face.

She’s coming on to me. Do something. After Jill and Amy leave.

“So how old are you, Baby?”

“I’m nineteen. I’m an education major at UNLV.”

“We have something in common. I go to UNLV also—Hotel Administration.”

After dropping the party goers off, Baby headed back in the general direction I'd been hiking. “Where to?”

“My Apartment. Drive toward Sandhill. I’ll give you directions from there.”

Baby was thinking. I heard her sigh as she took a deep breath. “You don’t have to go straight home. We could go somewhere?”

I knew it, she is coming on. I couldn’t help but smile. “Like where?”

“We could get a drink,” she said, her voice quivering slightly.

“I thought you were nineteen?”

“I have ID.” She asked hopefully? “Do you want to?”

Using her term, I said, “Sounds promising, but I better get home.”

The smile on her face morphed to consternation. “So you have a girlfriend? Is that why you do don’t want to do something?”

“My girlfriend and I have an open relationship.”

“Wow! Really? What was your fight about?”

“I called her a whore?”

Baby’s lips pursed and her eyebrows dipped. “Why, is she one?”

Studying Baby, I watched for her reaction. “Not that I know of. For some reason, I was pissed because she fucked my best friend.” Baby blanched. “Sorry about the language. I have no reason to be mad, because it happened way before I met her, yet it ticked me off.”

At my direction, she turned south on Sandhill Rd. I could tell she was thinking. “So how come you didn’t want to do something with me?”

“Turn here. That’s it. Pull over.”

She pulled in and shut the engine off. Baby half-turned toward me in her seat and lifted her right leg up, resting her foot on the console. She’d made her move; now it was my turn. Obviously the girl liked me. Should I give her a go? Why not?

Baby wore a red bikini, a matching floral cover up and flip-flop sandals. Not much to take off. “I want to do something with you, all right. Just not get a drink.”

She turned as red as her swimsuit. Desire and apprehension fought a battle for her facial features. Taking a deep breath, obviously nervous, she squeaked, “What then?”

She knew well. She just wanted me to say it. I leaned over the console in her direction, and my hand journeyed the two feet separating us. My forefinger flittered through one of her ringlets. She closed her eyes as the back of my hand stroked her smooth cheek.
She looked down but didn’t say anything as my fingers unbuttoned the lone fastener of her cover-up. As I pulled one flap of the garment to the side, I said, “Oh, I think you know what I want to do with you.”

She closed her eyes once more. I moved the other flap of the garment. “And you want me to do it. Don’t you?”

She must have been picturing what she wanted me to do to her, because with her eyes still closed, her lips began to quiver. I quietly unzipped my fly and freed my now erect penis. I bent closer to her ear and purred. “I didn’t want to waste time getting drinks.” My fingers traveled back and forth over her quivering red lips. She closed her pretty eyes and sighed, invitingly parting her lips as she did, jutting her bottom lip out slightly. My fore and middle fingers pulled the pouty lip downward, then slid across her perfect white teeth. At the same time, I took her hand and placed it on my shaft.

She jerked. She opened her eyes and yearningly gazed at it. When she parted her teeth, my fingers darted in. Her lips closed around them as they moved in and out. Breathing deeply she started moving her hand up and down my erection. I smiled when I noticed the growing wet spot on her bikini bottoms. Removing my fingers from her mouth, I pulled her top up above one of her modest-sized breasts. Her perky stand-out nipple drew my mouth like a magnet. Baby groaned when my lips alighted on her nipple and began sucking.

Now slouching leaning fully against her car door, she’d draped her nice legs across the inconvenient console and my left leg. Fingers replaced my mouth on her tit so I could concentrate on her wet pussy.

She stiffened as my fingers slipped under her wet suit bottom and teased her swollen clit. I whispered, “I want to take you to my apartment and remove all of your clothing so I can ravish you. I want to stick my hardness inside you. I want you. I want to fuck you. Are you ready?”

“Oh yes, please. Take me, fuck me.”   

  

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Blurb

Waking after a wild celebratory night of with Ginger, a dazzling courtesan, Brad needs to pee bad. Taking his usual position in front of the water closet he reaches for his male ego but can't locate it. What the H…? He pads to the vanity, flips on the light and stares in the mirror where he is rewarded with the reflection of…Ginger, the girl he spent the night with. What the F… is going on!

EXCERPT

The sun barely peeked through the blackout drapes when I woke. I sat up. Ginger had been right. Last night had been great fun. In fact it had been arguably the best sex of my life. Ooh, the things I did to that beautiful blonde bombshell. Ooh yeah, and the things she had perpetrated on me. How could this dazzling girl with the appearance of an angel be so naughty and wicked in bed?

Ginger had cost me dearly, but I would've paid double or even triple for what had to be the greatest night of my life. What made it doubly fun was that Ginger, that gorgeous slab of woman flesh seemed to have a fabulous time too.

I draped my legs over the edge of the bed and stretched. I had to pee something fierce, so I padded into the restroom. Naked from the glorious night of frolicking, I lifted the toilet seat and reached for dickie. Hmm. I frowned. What the f… There's nothing there. I mean no dick, no pubes, nothing.

I felt around down there a little more and suddenly jumped as if a bolt of lightning struck me. No, it was more like a bolt of pleasure—pure, joyous pleasure. I touched something that felt… I reached down again and rubbed it. God that feels good, but… "Where's my dick?"

I spun around. I'd spoke, but the voice I heard was Ginger's. I stomped to the vanity, hit the light switch and glared into the mirror. I wasn't there—Ginger was. I couldn't believe my eyes. I blinked, but Ginger was still there, albeit, with a worried look on her beautiful face and I who stood right in front of the mirror was nowhere to be seen. "What the f…" I said, but she moved her mouth and again it was her voice. I raised my hand to, touch the mirror and felt it, but it was Ginger who raised her hand in the mirror. Suddenly, I realized, "EEK, I'm Her!"

I am Ginger? This was fucking crazy. I'd become Ginger. I began to shake. My heart raced and I couldn't catch my breath. Christ, what's going on? Was Ginger a witch? A body snatcher? A she-devil?

I ran into the bedroom and flipped on the light. Ginger was in bed, with the covers pulled over her head. I pulled the cover down and was eye to eye with…Brad Fairchild—me!

"What's the matter?" The fake me said in my missing masculine voice. Suddenly, her eyes rounded and grew to the size of silver dollars. She pointed at me and exclaimed, "You're, me!" Then she pulled her hand back and examined the hair on the back of it and her lack of pointed, colored nails.

"And you're me!" I shouted, "What the fuck is going on?"

He/she moved a hand around his face. "I really am…you. How did this happen?"

I held my hands out to the side. "I wish I knew."

He/she hopped out of bed and looked in the mirrored wardrobe door. "This is unbelievable. He/she started pacing. "Let's not panic. There has to be some logical explanation for this."

"I'm listening."

"Maybe it's some freak accident. You got me pretty hot and I know you were hot too."

I waited for her, I mean me, to continue.

When she didn't, I asked, "Yeah. What're you saying?"

"I wish I knew. Maybe we got so passionate we entered each other's bodies."

"That part about switching bodies is a given, but it doesn't seem possible it happened while we got it on. It happened while we were asleep, not when we were in the throes of passion." I backed off. "At least I think it happened while we were sleeping."

"This is so bizarre." His eyes expanded! He grabbed hold of his/her/my cock. Look, can you believe it? I have a cock."

"I know—my cock, and I have a pussy—your pussy. Maybe this is a temporary phenomenon."
 "That would be nice." Seeming to overcome her incredulity and accepting that we'd switched bodies, she postulated, "But not too quickly. If you think about it, in a perverse way this is kind of neat. It could be fun."

Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick? Interview with Fawn Lowery

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is acclaimed author, Fawn Lowery

Welcome Fawn, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

• First question: How did you start writing erotica?

My stories have always had sexual elements—even twenty years ago when all the action took place behind the closed bedroom door. The urge to go beyond that door intrigued me. I wrote sex scenes but left them out of the stories I sold. One day while browsing a local bookstore, I came across Blue Moon Books and a whole new world opened up for me. I bought a stack and read every word inside those explicit covers. Finally I knew what genre I was writing and wanted to write.

• How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?

About twenty years! I freelance to men’s magazines and several women’s magazines that accept erotic fiction, print and ezine. As for writing anything else, my characters won’t let me.

• Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?

Perhaps the opportunity to indulge in a sexual escape when they read my work. I try to develop characters and scenes that pull the reader in. When I write about a naked man, I want the reader to see him, feel as if they are stroking his skin, smell his scent—my aim is to arouse the sexual side of the human being.

• What are your writing goals?

To find a publisher where my contemporary erotic romances are best sellers!

• As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?

Wow! Sexual hang-up! I can write about group sex—but I would never have the courage to participate in such a ‘gathering.’

• As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?

Yes! However, I put them all on paper and get paid for doing so! Actually, there is one…I’ve yet to have sex in the moonlight on a Hawaiian beach, then smoke a cigarette and sip a mai tai afterwards. *sigh*

• Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

I once had sex in a pickup truck while parked at the river! I think that’s as close as I’ve come to acting out my Hawaiian fantasy. By the way, the riverbank was far less crowded than a Hawaiian beach at night time. Living out my fantasy? Heck yeah! Clear a beach in Hawaii and I’ll (we) will be right there!

• From where do you get your main characters?

They come straight from the old gray matter!

• What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?

I prefer male/female, and a touche of BDSM is great as well. I like a powerful male in my stories. I love writing about hunky men and beautiful women, developing their characters and putting them in steamy sexual situations. I think a man and a woman making love—totally enjoying each other’s bodies—is the epitome of erotica.

• What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

Willingness to experiment! I never want sex to become a boring thing in my life. I think you have to have experimentation to keep the heat generated in a relationship.

• Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Washing his chest in the shower! Oooo! The exquisite feel of wet flesh beneath my fingers!

• Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

Josh Turner, the country music star who sings ‘Your Man’ on my space page! He’s beautiful!

• Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?

Yes. I believe my writing has to stimulate me before it will have the same effect on my readers. I write until the sex scenes are burning my mind and then I know they will fulfill my readers’ expectations.

• If so, do you do anything about it?

I keep both hands on the old keyboard at all times, honey!

• Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Yes. Some—but not all. My readers can probably guess which ones I haven’t done yet after they read this interview! Ha!

• In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.

Sexiest? That’s a hard question to answer since I try to make all my books the sexiest one. I suppose I’d have to pick Captive Heart, my only historical romance. The story has a BDSM theme. The heroine is naïve but soon wakes up to realize she has more power over her captor than imaginable.

Here’s a short excerpt:

Myla stared up at him. The moment she had feared was upon her. His lordship was going to rape her upon his bed. She felt a tremor race through her body.

An aura of suspended lust seemed to hang in the air of the bedchamber.

His face, though fearful to look upon, didn’t appear threatening. A note of confusion wafted through her. He was towering over her, commanding in every sense, yet she had no fear of him.

“On the contrary, your lordship, I have been expecting you to rape me since you stole me from my pallet,” she said in a whisper voice. “And now, if it is your wish, get on with it.” She drew in a steadying breath. “I ask only, your lordship, that you do it quickly, that I may not suffer.” She had resigned herself. She looked away from him, staring at the ceiling instead.

Jase laughed out loud.

“Suffer?” he questioned, laughing again. “It is a wench’s delight to have my cock inside her.”

“Is not the act of rape a vile injustice?”

He gazed at her lips while she spoke.

“Hush,” he commanded, his tone low. He lowered his dark head and brushed his lips across hers, making her draw in a sharp breath. “You are the wench of my enemy,” he said, his breath wafting across her cheeks. “But your lips taste of honey.”

• What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.

My second paranormal romance, The Witch And The Vampire debuted May 30th. It’s the story of a young witch who awakens a sleeping vampire and is forced to do his bidding. They travel back to his time—1185—to search for his three brothers who have fallen under the same evil spell as he.

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

Thank you for the opportunity! I found your questions different than other interviews I’ve done. I thoroughly enjoyed answering them. I think, perhaps, they gave my readers a little view into the real personality of Fawn Lowery. 

Erotic Authors - What Makes Them Tick? An Interview with Kassie Burns

Dear reader,

As a consumer of erotica, have you ever wondered how the writers of those titillating stories, which make us wet or hard, come up with their wild scenarios. Have they performed what they write about? Do they have fantasies? Have they indulged themselves or are they all talk and no show? (like me.)

I don’t care what they eat. I want to know who they ate or would like to eat! What motivates them? What gets them going?

Shall we find out. This week’s person of interest is the multipublished author Kassie Burns.

Welcome Kassie, seeing how we are trying to get a feel for the sensuous writer, my questions may be a little pointed, so if you have a problem with a question, just go to the next one.

First question: How did you start writing erotica?

I’ve always had a bawdy imagination from childhood on. And I’ve always wanted to be a writer. I started out writing fantasy under another name and had some gratifying success in that field, but I kept getting the urge to put some of my sexual fantasies down on paper too. Eventually, I succumbed and then I was hooked! Writing anything else seemed way too tame!

How long have you been writing erotica and would you prefer to write anything else?

I’ve been writing erotica for about five years now. I’ve moved from pure fantasy and SF to fantasy and SF erotic romance and I’m having more fun writing than ever, so why go back? I get to combine the fantastic adventures I love to write with some sweet romance and hot sex. Perfection!

Do you feel you offer anything special to your readers?

Besides good writing, lol! I’m proud of my plots which seem to come to me out of nowhere and combine a lot of wild and fascinating elements. Mother Earth is a star in one of my books, for example. (Imagine what she could do for your sex life.) And another features a sexual healer with all the right equipment.

What are your writing goals?

My main goal always seems to be finding the time to write. And, of course, my lover would like to see me pen a best-seller equivalent to J.K. Rowling. Apart from those modest goals, I’m mainly interested in writing something that gives me pleasure, because if I enjoy it, the reader will too.

As an erotic writer, you are assumed to be a sexual person. Do you have any sexual hang-ups?

Apparently not, since I haven’t run into anything I wouldn’t do yet. I am in a committed relationship, though, which does limit the possibilities a little–no visits to sexual communes or nudie beaches allowed!

As an erotic writer and a sexual person, do you have any sexual fantasies?

I’ve had sexual fantasies ever since I can remember. I always have some sort of sexual “story” playing out in my head. I pity the poor dried up person who doesn’t have sexual fantasies. They’ve helped me through many a boring day.

Have you acted out your fantasy? If you haven’t would you consider living out your fantasy?

I’ve acted out a few. If you want to see what they are, check out my books. I’ll just mention showers and fireplaces and secluded, wooded areas.

From where do you get your main characters?

Darned if I know. They just appear out of nowhere and take over my life.

What is your preferred style, when writing erotica, ie. m/f f/f, m/m, mfm, bdsm, etc?

I write what I know, which is m/f. However, as with anything else, you do have to learn and grow and I notice my characters are getting more adventurous lately. They’re edging toward m/f/f and mfm. Plus, I always enjoy throwing in a bit of bdsm.

What do you personally look for in a sexual partner?

I’m not looking because, baby, I’ve got, and I’m happy! I look for someone who’s never boring, bright and witty and a good conversationalist, and, oh, yes, good in bed.

Doing what to your sexual partner, gets you excited?

Hey, just looking at him gets me excited. I’m easy. I’m also big on foreplay. What woman isn’t? So the kissing and touching and stroking of certain sensitive parts gets me very excited indeed.

Which celebrities or other well known individuals, if any, do you drool over?

I love Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt and I adore David Boreanaz who plays special agent Seeley Booth on Bones.

Do you sometimes get turned on by your own erotic writing?

Something’s wrong if I don’t. When you start to feel a little hot and bothered yourself, you know your writing is smokin’.

If so, do you do anything about it?

That’s where the discipline of being a seasoned writer comes in. … Okay, I can see you’re not buying that one. Yeah. Let’s just say I enjoy the fruits of my labors.

Have you ever participated in any of the wild scenarios of which you have written?

Don’t I wish. I’m not a shapeshifter or a sexual healer and my psychic abilities are limited. But I have participated wholeheartedly in my imagination.

What is your current release? Please post a blurb or tell us about it.

My latest release is Scent of Desire. Here’s the blurb:

Angela Bennett, captain of the space freighter Hawk’s Flight, has a dangerous secret: her scent drives men wild with lust. She has no idea why, so she spends her life alone in space with only an android for company.

Blane Llewelyn, a renowned sculptor on Tau Delta, lives the life of a recluse because his scent triggers uncontrollable passion in women. Only a journey to Kyffin, the mysterious world he left ten years ago, can provide an answer to the question why. It’s a journey he’s determined to make.

Landings are always dangerous for Ange, but when she puts down on Tau Delta, she’s attacked and nearly raped when a spaceport worker gets a whiff of her scent. At the spaceport in search of transport, Blane rescues Ange. Their attraction is sudden, immediate, and overpowering; against her better judgment, or perhaps in the lust-inspired absence of it, she agrees to provide him transport.

Stalked through space, hunted by Blane’s brother Ryol, the two make their way to Kyffin. Despite their growing passion, Blane won’t confess his secrets. Ange wants to trust Blane. She thinks she’s falling in love - or is that just the scent of desire?

You can find out more about this release or any of my books by visiting my web site, http://www.kassieburns.com.

In your estimation, what is the sexiest book/story you have written? And do you have a sexy passage that you would share with us.

That’s sort of like asking a mom to pick her favorite kid. I do love them all. So … for pure m/f loving, Disaster Earth; for fantasy sex that would scorch asbestos, Dreams of Desire, for an alpha male to drool over, Sexual Rx, and for a romance with a darker edge, my latest, Scent of Desire.
Here’s a little excerpt from Scent of Desire:

Blane’s eyes widened, but he bent down to welcome Ange’s kiss without hesitation. Their lips met and the touch of his sent a rush of exquisite pleasure coursing through her. His mouth seized hers without hesitation, his kiss hard and searing at first as he took possession of her. But as his arms surrounded her, his kiss softened and his lips slid across hers like wet silk. He feathered warm kisses around her mouth and up her cheek bones.

“Ange.” He breathed her name with tender reverence in her ear.
Her knees went weak with desire. It was unbelievable how much she craved his touch. She ran her hands through his hair, frightened by a longing more powerful than anything she’d ever felt. “Blane.” She whispered his name in amazement. Her arms looped around his neck. She didn’t care. She’d risk anything to feel his body pressed against hers.
He trembled as she pressed closer, and she knew that a matching tide of emotion was exploding through him. He bent his head and his mouth claimed hers again, clinging to her with a fierce, terrible need. His lips moved over hers urgently, with rising desire. Her long suppressed passions, fed by years of loneliness, rose to meet his in a wild, uncontrollable crescendo.

Sighing, he slid his tongue into her mouth, probing, each velvety thrust a promise of deeper intimacies to come. She sagged against him, her body melting into his arms, all coherent thought shredded by the sudden release of long-suppressed passion.

His scent was all around her now like a cloak. A warm daze enveloped her, a cocoon of desire that drove away all fear. Her sigh echoed his as she welcomed his touch. His hands moved from her waist upward, exploring the curve of her ribcage, the soft swell of her breasts. His fingers brushed over her nipples beneath the concealing fabric of her shirt, and they tightened in immediate response. Surprised, she shuddered with desire. He felt her trembling and pulled her closer, grinding his hips into her pelvis, his hard cock pressed against her stomach in blatant evidence of his arousal.

For the first time, that evidence of a man’s desire didn’t fill her with fear. She wanted his cock against her body, inside her body. The desire felt right, natural. His hands moved from her breasts to the seams that held her shirt closed. With a low growl, he pulled at them and they split apart. Her breasts spilled out, into his cupped hands.
“Gods — you — smell — so — wonderful.” He panted each word, his voice broken by the power of his need for her. Looking into his eyes, she saw them turn black with the growing lust that surged around them like a gathering storm. He squeezed her breasts, his thumbs sweeping over the sensitive nipples …

About The Author

Born a small town girl, Kassie moved on to a big Midwestern city where she works as a writer and editor. There she found love and settled down with a husband, two adorable dogs and her ever-trusty computer. As an erotica writer, she dates her interest in bondage back to long nights spent chained to that computer.

Kassie is published with Extasy Books, Loose Id and (coming soon) Samhain.

When Kassie isn’t busy writing, she indulges in her favorite hobby: astrology. Her other passionate pastime is golf—all those handsome men striding up to the tee box! But her true fantasy is to someday hit a hole in one.

Thank you for being this week’s guest and sharing with your fans. I hope you have found our questions stimulating.

Thanks, I enjoyed it. I’d like to invite readers to visit my web site at http://www.kassieburns.com or check out my page on My Space, www.myspace.com/kassiewrites. I’m always looking for friends.