Thursday, January 31, 2013

Featured blog tomorrow!

Be sure to visit tomorrow to learn more about Kate Patrick's Love Beyond the Curve!

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Addicted to Demons - a visit with Jocelyn Dex

Today, my guest is Jocelyn Dex who's visiting my blog to discuss her new release, Araya's Addiction!


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Thanks for having me here today, Francesca!

I love demons! The demons in Araya’s Addiction are a lot of fun and very sexy. I’m hoping people will enjoy reading about them as much as I enjoyed writing them.

Araya’s Addiction, an erotic paranormal romance, is my debut short novel. It features “Sempires”, a female species of demon that requires semen to survive. I’m totally excited to share the blurb, the cover and an excerpt with you today.

Don’t forget to enter my giveaway!

Araya’s Addiction Blurb

When Kean wakes up naked, collared and locked in a cell, he knows thinking with his dick has finally gotten him into trouble. Kean, part Incubus, enjoys scorching and frequent sex. One night, he finds himself a prisoner forced to help a Sempire rescue her daughter from certain death.
To gain his freedom, Kean must provide Araya with his semen to save her life, but she refuses it, even though the lust between them is undeniable. Determined to escape and to help Araya, Kean ups the stakes and forces Araya into a situation that makes it impossible for her to continue refusing him. Feeling betrayed, Araya enacts a scheme to get Kean out of her life. Her best laid plans may awaken emotions that will bind them to each other forever.
Araya’s Addiction Teaser Excerpt
Araya lay on the floor, the green robe she wore hiked up showing the curve of her ass. Her perfectly round ass, he noted. She must have slipped as she was getting out of the shower. He crouched down and inspected her head the best he could without touching her. He damn sure didn’t want to experience the pain of that collar again. He didn’t see any blood.
“Hey. Wake up. You alive?” Kean asked.
Her eyes opened halfway. “Alive, yes,” she said, her words barely audible.
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She turned her head toward the sound of his voice. She was so tired. So weak. So cold.
She forced her eyelids up and her mouth dropped open at the sight before her. She took a deep breath and swallowed hard. He was squatting right next to her, his cock and balls hanging only inches from her face. In such close proximity, she could smell his semen. Tangy, spicy musky. Her mouth watered and her body screamed for her to take his cock into her mouth and draw out every drop, but her mind rebelled at the thought.


I’m offering a prize pack to one person (U.S. & Canada).
·         An Araya’s Addiction Trading Card
·         A “Demons do it Better” Koozie
·         A surprise $10 Gift Card
Here’s where you can find me on the web. I’d LOVE it if you’d like me, fan me, follow me, etc...

Twitter: @jocelyndex

Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Cupid Rocks - Excerpt!

Curious who I based Joe on? It was a younger Joe Perry. Is it any wonder that Mandy thinks he's super sexy?
 

Excerpt


“Am I dead, Angel? Cause you look like you’re straight from heaven!”

“That has to be the worst line I’ve ever heard,” Mandy laughed, looking up into warm brown eyes. She shivered as he settled into the chair beside her. 

“Maybe, but it made you laugh.” He took her hand. “Can I buy you a drink?”

Joe waved over a waiter and ordered for them without once releasing her hand. She could feel the rough calluses guitar playing had created on his fingers, but they turned her on. He turned her on.

This was Joe? “Good ole Joe” as Eddie called him. He was neither good nor old. No. He was gorgeous…and talented. Zach wasn’t kidding when he’d said this Blackwolf was a great guitarist and singer. For the first time since Carly bugged her, she wished with all her might she hadn’t lied about Zach being her mate. Zach might be handsome, but Joe made her throb in places that hadn’t throbbed in all of her thirty-five years.

“So what’s with the camera, Angel? Fan or reporter?”

Mandy looked down at her fingers clenched around her camera strap. If she told him who she was, he’d back off so fast she’d see skid marks on the floor. Just this once, she wanted to pretend she was someone else. Just tonight. She leaned forward pressing her lips against his ear.

“I’m more than a fan. I’m a groupie. Can’t you tell?” He shuddered, turning his head he met her gaze. The fire glowing in his eyes set her boiling. Yes. She had to have him. Now. 

“A groupie? For just any rock musician?”

“No, Joe. I want you.”

“Fuck, yeah,” he growled, standing so abruptly his chair toppled over. No one nearby noticed as he dragged her to her feet. “Where?”

Mandy looked over toward the hallway leading to Zach’s office and smiled. They had a clear path. She pulled him after her and they ducked into the shadowy space. He pressed her to the wall and took her mouth in a deep kiss. Their mouths meshed together. Joe pulled back to nip at her lips, then ran his tongue along the inside edge of her lower lip. She caught his long dark hair in her fingers, holding his mouth to hers.

Fire. Heat. She’d never felt anything like this in her entire life. She moaned as his mouth slid to nuzzle her neck. Mandy wrapped her free arm around him, clutching his leather jacket. She lifted her right leg along his hip. He stepped into the opening she’d created, thrusting his hips against hers.
She shivered as his rough fingers slid along her leg and under her skirt. He slipped his fingers under her panties and cupped her ass. Grasping her, he pulled her more firmly against his hard cock. He reached up to her peasant top, untying the drawstring to bare her bra covered breast. His hot breath teased her neck and then his warm tongue grazed her skin as he licked his way over her curves

“Hey. Anyone seen Joe?” Mandy and Joe froze as she heard Eddie’s voice. He was close. Too close. She looked out of the entrance of the hall. She didn’t see him, but he was right there. She knew it. Mandy closed her eyes, fighting to keep her panting excitement from giving them away.

“I think I saw him with a hot chick earlier. I didn’t get a good look at her though. Just noticed she was his type.” Tom responded with a laugh.

Joe groaned in her ear, and kissed her cheek. She turned to look up at him. He was still on fire, she could see it but there was a definite question in his dark eyes? Stop or go?

She lowered her leg and he sighed, then she smiled and grabbed his hand. “This way,” she whispered.

Mandy knew there was an empty unlocked office back here and she wanted this wolf and she wanted him now. He chuckled as they moved into the darkness. She found the door on the right and turned the knob. Hearing the click, she pushed, wincing at the creak when the door stuck. He pushed her through and they shut the door behind them. Mandy flipped the light switch, blinking a bit to adjust to the table lamps that came on. She’d been expecting an overhead. They looked at each other and grinned.

Joe pulled her over to the empty desk and she climbed up onto it. He stroked her cheek. “You’re sure?”

“Yes. I don’t want to stop. Not now.”

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

New Contract - Cupid Rocks


Talked to my editor today and she offered me a contract for Cupid Rocks (formerly known as Rockin' Little Christmas).


I'm thrilled. This is another shapeshifter romance.








Cupid Rocks by Francesca Hawley

When her parents' rock band, The Pack, performs at Zach's bar, Mandy discovers her True Mate, Joe Blackwolf, the band's lead singer and guitarist. All she has to do now is convince Joe that she told a little white lie to make her mom happy, her father that rock musicians aren't all alike, and her new mate's family that rockers aren't all that different from classical musicians.

Joe Blackwolf is celebrating his 40th birthday. And what he wishes for when he blows out the candles is to find his True Mate. He succeeds when he meets Mandy Goldwolf. Problem is...she belongs to someone else. Finding out the truth leaves him free to explore every inch of her smokin' hot curves, but now, Joe and Mandy are neck deep in overbearing relatives and everyone is in for a rockin' Valentine's Day!





Monday, January 7, 2013

Justice is blind - but I hope she's not deaf!



The following was posted on the In Memory of Ruben Dario Riguero-Brito facebook page:

By now the news has probably spread about Ruben's killer. He was freed and charges dropped as it was deemed that he acted in self-defense in killing an unarmed man at point blank range. As it stands now, this will never see the inside of a courtroom. But we can change this! 

We would now like to ask you all - the friends of Ruben to write a letter that describes his character and the positive influence he had in your life. The letter must be mailed as it will have more weight than an e-mail. E-mailed correspondence will not be given the same importance as you can make up different e-mail IDs to write multiple e-mails. However, postmarked correspondences from all over the United States and internationally will have more of an impact! 

We have a volunteer that has agreed to receive the letters and make copies so that they may be turned in to the different authorities. If you love Ruben please do not sit still and let this travesty of justice play out. He did not deserve to die and he absolutely did not deserve to die like the aggressor he was made out to be. His autopsy report stated he was in excellent physical condition and there were absolutely no traces of drugs or alcohol in his system. No alcohol....he was in a drinking establishment and there was no alcohol in his system. Does this sound like a man that had no sense of control? Please friends, help us get justice for Ruben. 

We will be working furiously behind the scenes to fix this 'wrong' but we need your voice in letters - mailed correspondence, will be our saving grace right now as it will galvanize all of your experiences and knowledge of Ruben in one concentration. Please just write about your experience with Ruben and the man that you knew him to be. We do not need angry letters or letters spouting hate for the killer. Letters like that will be useless. We need character references for Ruben. We especially need letters from the friends that were with him the night he died. 

Please mail your correspondence to the following address: 

Friends of Ruben c/o L. Lowery
4041 Long Prairie Road
Flower Mound, Texas 75028

Thank you for all your help and support. Ruben needs us now more than ever!!! 


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The young man I knew was no aggressor. He was sweet and kind. A gentle giant. He was not the kind of man to attack someone unprovoked and an unarmed man is no threat to someone with a gun. Any suggestion otherwise is bullshit. If you knew Ruben, please send a letter. I will be doing so.
 
 

Tuesday, January 1, 2013

Getting on GoodReads

I've been a member of GoodReads for a couple of years now, but I haven't been really active there. I decided that I wanted to be MORE active so I created a discussion group. I already have a few members, but I wanted all of YOU to know about the group too. So please, if you're on GoodReads stop by to join my group.




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