Hope you had a fabulous Christmas!

May the peace and blessings of the season remain in your hearts and spirits throughout the new year...

I am working hard on getting my fanny back into gear and writing again. My five month sabbatical must end soon, or I will starve in 2011! LOL!  It is hard to get back into the saddle once you climb down for a "break", because those "breaks" don't seem to end.

I resolve to finish at least one book every month in 2011.

I resolve to get off my fat fanny and excercise more.

I resolve to keep my New Year Resolutions.

I resolve to make resolutions I can keep.

Hope your New Year is bright and Happy...

Hugs!

Fran Lee

Merry Christmas

Don't have anything to say this month except to wish you and yours the best holidays ever!

Dee Brice

Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden

Two new releases in January--Great Dane 1/1/2011 Chosen 1/15/2011

Naughty St. Nick

Today I'm sharing my latest release. A Christmas story to warm you on a cold winter's night.

Available now from - Aspen Mountain Press

Blurb:
Nick has fought his attraction to Emily since the summer. Work and other commitments have kept him from pursuing a relationship. Christmas is upon them and Nick finds he has free time on his hands. He sets in motion a little plan to get her sexy body prepared for what he hopes will be a night of passion she’ll never forget.

Someone is sending Emily erotic toys. The naughty notes attached are charging her dormant body to life with promises of red hot sex. She’s not sure who her secret Santa is, but if he’s truly following the Twelve Days of Christmas she’s about to find out.

Will Emily succumb to this Naughty St. Nick?

Excerpt:

Emily pattered over to the front door. She peered through the peephole.

"Hmmm, I swear I heard the doorbell." She threw opened the door against the bitter cold of the winter storm brewing outside. Shivering, she bent over the threshold and glanced in both directions. Her skin pebbled from the snowflakes landing on her bare arms.

"Strange, I know the doorbell rang." She was about to close the door when she noticed a small brown box, sitting off to the right.

Intrigued, she placed a sock covered foot into the icy snow and retrieved the box. She quickly slammed the door and hurried back to her blanket on the couch. She nestled under the red fuzzy blanket. Turning the box in her hands she looked for an addressee.

"Nothing." She couldn’t help but wonder if it were meant for her or if someone left it on her doorstep mistakenly. She shook the box. Something bounced around inside. Unable to fight her curiosity any longer she tore open the package. There inside was a mistletoe-colored finger butt plug, with little white snowmen on it. Tingling sensations warmed her body straight down to her core. Thoughts of teasing the rim of her ass with the humming vibrator tantalized her.

She needed to know who sent it. Digging deeper into the box she searched for a card or anything cluing her in to who the sender was. She found a tiny note card that read:

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave me to, one butt plug a hummin’.

Emily thought she’d explode into orgasm right then and there. The idea of someone wanting to charge her ass to life enthralled her. Filled with an arousal that ran deep, Emily knew she had to pleasure herself.

Heat from the flames crackling in the fireplace warmed her chilled body, smoothing her skin. The television blared in the background, but Emily tuned it out. She’d been watching a movie about a money heist on a train or something crazy. It hadn’t held her attention. Turning the plug over in her hands, she found something that gripped her total attention. She couldn’t imagine who would send her something so erotic.

Settling into the pillow she closed her eyes and pictured the guy from Six A, as the bearer of her gift. His wavy blond hair and those piercing green eyes charged her body. She’d fantasized about him a few times. Oh who was she kidding she masturbated to the image of his shit eating grin too many times to count.

Emily longed to run her hand over his taunt abs. She wanted to trace a finger along the vee that disappeared below the trim of his pants to see if it went down to his cock, which she knew would be large and bulging. It seemed hard to believe she’d been drooling over him since summer.

After she witnessed his body in scant clothing she wanted a piece of him.

Happy Day-After-Thanksgiving!

Romance is in the air...

And I am thankful that it is, because I am, after all, primarily a romance author. There are many things to be thankful for and I will give a few of them here.

I am thankful that I am still here to be blogging today.

I am thankful that I still have my natural teeth, small and silly-looking as they are.

I am thankful that I have food to eat.

I am thankful that I have family and friends.

I am thankful that I have the good sense to not bury my head too deeply in the sand when frightened.

I am thankful for the ability to write books that people enjoy.

I am thankful that I found two good, solid publishers to submit my work to.

I am thankful for the wonderful friends who help me through the hard spots.

I am thankful that the world still exists, and that in spite of animosity and frustration, nations still are working toward the betterment of all, to a degree.

I am thankful that there are good people in this world who feel that charity and hope are not just women's names.

I am thankful for all of the marvelous sights and sounds and fragrances and tastes.

I am thankful that I can still see, and hear, and small, and taste.

I am thankful that God is not just another old-fashioned swear word.

I am thankful that there are still people in this world that are kind enough to extend a helping hand when it is desperately needed.

I am thankful that there are still people in this world who are smart enough to accept a helping hand when it is offered.

I am thankful that people love to read romance.

And I am thankful that I am still young enough to grow a brain, and still old enough to use it.

May all the blessings of this world be with all of you, and may you have the good sense to see them when they present themselves. 

After all...things are what you make of them.  Life gives us the building materials, but we are the ones who must use them.

Bless you all.  Thanks for being my friends.

Hugs,

Fran Lee

http://www.franleeromance.com

Giving Thanks

“More like a transcript of a skinamax flik than a novel,” a reader posted about Courting Kel. Which may make you wonder why I’m thankful for the remark. Because…sales had been more than a little slow, but since then have soared until they almost match those of my first erotic romance Passion’s Four Towers. So I’m thankful for the snarky remark and the readers who bought the book in spite of—or maybe because of it. I’m equally thankful for Ashira Datya’s Happy Ever After review, which earned 4 ½ Tea Cups.

What else am I thankful for?

That my darling husband was in the hospital when he suffered congestive heart failure. He was exactly where he needed to be and got immediate, life-saving care. I’m also thankful that he doesn’t remember anything about being intubated for two whole days while his lungs were cleared of pneumonia and he could breathe on his own. I’m especially thankful to the nurses who treated him with patience, allowing him to maintain his dignity during his week-long stay. And the doctors were great, as well, explaining things to my husband—who didn’t retain much of what they said. And to me—who doesn’t remember the specifics, but does remember feeling reassured about his recovery. And for friends who made sure work schedules were met and items were delivered on time. And for those who offered to do whatever they could to help me get through it all.

And now that he’s home, I’m ever thankful for his occasional irritability that he isn’t yet back to full strength!

May this holiday and every day bless you with all the people who make you thankful!

Dee Brice
Erotic Fantasies Where Nothing is Forbidden

Regencies Rule! Why is that?

Today the 3rd in my best-selling Regency series debuts at wwww.resplendencepublishing.com and I am tickled about it and the success of The Stanhope Challenge books.

MISS DARLING'S INDECENT OFFER was a joy to write.

Today I ponder with you the undying popularity of Regency romances.

WHY IS THAT?

I have heard so many explanations.

1. Jane Austen's enduring popularity.

2. A gracious era.

3. The last gracious era.

4. A time of peace after decades of war.

5. A lighthearted moment in time.

6. The dawn of the modern era.

7. The explosion of wealth among the English.

8. The dawn of the Second Empire, before the challenges of ruling those colonies became a burden.

What are your thoughts on the popularity of Regency romances?

Would love to hear them!

And do go read this newest, and tell me what you think.

The first 2 (LORD STANHOPE'S IMPROPER PROPOSAL and LADY FEATHERSTONE'S FERVENT AFFAIR) have hit the top ten list for months now at AllRomanceEbooks.com and at Fictionwise.com as well as at Resplendence, too.

Ciao, bella!

Gettin' Lucky - Cougar Challenge Series

A story in the Cougar Challenge series.

Marcy Brown can’t get enough of Lucky, her massage therapist. Lucky’s fingers always linger dangerously close to…sensitive areas, and ignite a fire she can’t ignore. Marcy isn’t looking for a relationship, but a friend with benefits would be right up her alley. The women of her fave blog, Tempt the Cougar, swear by younger men, but Marcy doesn’t want to train someone. She wants a man who can give her orgasm after orgasm.

Lucky offers to be her secret lover and help her realize all her fantasies. With Lucky, Marcy discovers the thrill of sexual positions and taboos she’s been missing out on—up to and including sex with two gorgeous men at once.

All bets are off when this Cougar is challenged to get her growl on.

An Excerpt From: GETTIN’ LUCKY
Copyright © AMBER SKYZE, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One

“Isn’t he hot, sweetie?”
“Mom!” Marcy groaned.
“What? Is there something wrong with me thinking the young doctor is sexy?”
“Mother, please.” Not that there was anything wrong with her admiring the younger doctor. Shit Marcy fantasized about younger men, but she kept it under wraps. She didn’t speak the words out loud.
Marcy wished she could crawl under a rock and die. They were in the recovery room. Her mother had just undergone surgery for her broken wrist. It wasn’t like they were alone. The room was full of other people who had come from surgery too, along with their family members. Marcy looked around to see if anyone else was listening to her mother’s tirade. She couldn’t believe her mother was talking about how hot the doctor was in front of all these people. Christ, he was young enough to be her son, possibly grandson.
“Thank you,” the doctor said. “Now I want you to rest for the next few days. No using those fingers, either. You need to give your body time to recuperate.”
“Anything you say, Doctor.”
Marcy watched as her mother made googly eyes at the doctor.
“Do you make house calls?” she asked, reaching out with her good hand to touch him.
He chuckled.
“They don’t allow us to go to patients’ homes, but I’ll see you in a few days at my office. All right?”
“If you insist.”
“I’ll see you soon.” He patted her mother’s leg before rushing off to his next patient.
Marcy looked down at her mother.
“I can’t believe you just said those things to the doctor, Mother,” she whispered.
“It’s all right, Ms. Brown,” the nurse said. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. Lots of women enjoy the company of younger men.”
Not my mother and certainly not me. Though she couldn’t deny the growing attraction she’d been feeling for Lucky. Lately every time he massaged her he came dangerously close to her pussy, stirring up tingling sensations she hadn’t felt in a very long time. Thankfully her vibrator gave her the relief she craved after leaving her weekly massages, because she couldn’t risk losing Lucky. Entering into anything sexual with him would cross too many boundaries for her. She might have to change massage therapists and that would be a pity.
“I appreciate your understanding, but that doctor could be her grandson.” She knew she was exaggerating, but seriously. Her mother was too old to be drooling over the doctor.
The nurse laughed.
Marcy didn’t find anything funny about her mother fawning over the young stud. Yes, he was cute, not her type, but nice-looking.
“Stop being so uptight, Marcy. Just because Dan wasn’t smart enough to stick around doesn’t mean you’re a dead fish. You can have a little fun if you know what I mean.” Her mother winked.
Marcy wanted to flee the recovery room.
“It’s the anesthesia.” The nurse patted her hand.
“Thanks.” Marcy looked at her name tag. “Elizabeth.”
“No problem. I have a few things to check on, but I’ll be back shortly. Don’t worry about your mother. Once the anesthesia wears off she’ll probably forget the things she said.”
God she prayed the nurse was right. She couldn’t have her mother talking like this.
“I appreciate your understanding.”
The nurse nodded before heading off. She returned an hour later.
“Here are your discharge papers,” Elizabeth said. “And here’s something just in case your mom is serious.”
Marcy took the business card.
“Tempt the Cougar? What’s this?”
In a hushed tone, Elizabeth explained. “It’s a blog where women who want to experience the thrill of younger men gather.”
“Oh no. My mother definitely doesn’t need this.” Marcy attempted to hand the card back to her.
“Take it. You never know.”
“I’m sorry, but I do know. This is not something my mother would be interested in.”
Elizabeth shrugged.
“Then keep it for yourself. You never know, you might find it interesting.” She rushed off before Marcy could object.