Sunday, December 27, 2009

I've been busted!

LOL. This is the best story ever. I had a friend of mine get a hold of me the other day. He was watching an episode of one of those Cops reality shows on tv. There was a drive by shooting at a mobile home park in Florida. The bullet went through the wall and into a box of books in the closet. The cop on the show went in and took the top book out to show how the bullet went through. And it was a Lacey Thorn book! How awesome is that!!!!!????? I'm so excited to say that I made and episode of Cops! LOL

So here's a little something to tempt you to add me to your collection!

In The Bare
Lacey Thorn

Bare Love 6
Charlie has been told to take a few days off from the case that is driving him crazy. Reluctantly he heads out to a cabin in the woods offered to him by close friend and fellow detective Gil Daniels. A few beers, a hot shower and a sexual fantasy featuring his dream girl Detective Miranda Duncan. It would only be better if she were with him.
Miranda is determined to seduce Charlie Tate. So she follows him to a secluded cabin. When he answers in nothing but a towel the gloves come off. Before the weekend is over she will love every inch of him and convince him that they belong together.
Little does she know that he has the same plan. Let the seduction begin.

Into The Mist
Lacey Thorn

Sequel to White Valley
In the aftermath of her best friend’s death Nikki was looking for a reason for life when she took a long drive through the state park. A song in the air led her through the mist and into a valley to delight the senses. All of them...
Gunnar and Geran didn’t expect to find the naked beauty swimming in the bridal pool but they couldn’t leave her to face the affects of the water all alone. So they claimed her as mate and took pleasure in helping her reach hers. Again and again and again…until every inch of her knew their touch.

Both are now available at So go ahead... It's your world...unlaced.

Lacey Thorn

Saturday, December 26, 2009

I hope you had a happy holiday, and will enjoy a prosperous New Year!

I had a wonderful Christmas.

I certainly hope your holidays were bright and wonderful. And I sincerely wish everyone a wonderful and Happy New Year!

Face e-authors and publishers and editors and readers, we have a tendency to truly enjoy life. But like everyone, we sometimes get bogged down in depression, end of year doldrums, and a total lack of SUNLIGHT! LOL! That's why we place our happiest holidays at the dreary end of the year, and light up the path to another year of friendship, joy, and love.

This year's Christmas Tree wasn't packed with big presents. Nobody had the money for that. But there were wonderful home made presents from the kids, cookies and candies made by the daughter-in-law, and we had a fine time. And as New year's Day swiftly approaches, and everyone gets ready to have a wild party, I will be working diligently on yet another wip, and celebrating in my own small way, with chips and dips, Martinelli's Sparkling Apple Cider, and home made enchiladas.

Today is officially the Second Day of I am enjoying a special gift give4n to me by my family...Two Turtle Doves (chocolate, of course!) and looking forward to the next ten wonderful days and gifts. Christmas never ends at 12:00 p.m. on the 25th. It continues on through the Feast of the Epiphany, on January 6th. The "Santa" gifts are opened Christmas morning, but the celebration continues for eleven more days. I love the holidays!

So enjoy your holidays happily, healthfully, and carefully. But do enjoy them!

Fran Lee

Friday, December 25, 2009

Saturday, December 19, 2009


Lately I’ve done a lot of shouting at my television set—especially at commercials that seem to encourage language misuse or at well-known program hosts who call two female guests “guys” with no man (except the host) in sight. Growing up I often thought our entire country would benefit if sportscasters learned to speak proper English—even if only the American version of proper English. For those of us old enough to remember baseball announcer Dizzy Dean, think “slud” instead of “slid.”

The commercials I find most offensive are those using “less” when they mean “fewer” and “as tall as me” when they mean “as tall as I am.” And then there’s the cartoon woman who only “shrunk” one size while her husband “shrunk six.” In books, I’m tired of being thrown out of the story by “alright” and “blonde” men. A man and a woman may both have blond (adjective) hair. A man may also be a blond, but a woman is a blonde (noun).

Yes, I realize language evolves. But how can we expect our children and grandchildren to sound like intelligent individuals when pop culture—commercials, rappers and even books—glorify inaccurate language use?

Climbing off my soapbox now. Thanks for letting me vent.

Dee Brice

Romance: A Hint of Humor; A Lot of Heat

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Three reasons to travel back in time

I am into strong women. Especially those who had a tougher time of it than we. So when I really want to make a statement about how a strong man is attracted to a strong woman, I write historicals.
My newest from is AT HER SERVICE. A medieval tale of a knight who must mate with the woman he loved from childhood--and a woman whose life depends on producing an heir for her lands.
So I am pontificating here and giving you three reasons to read historicals.
1. As a refresher of history FOR THOSE WHO HATED HISTORY IN HIGH SCHOOL, reading a factually based novel gives you an appreciation for the harsher realities of life. Cruel lords, baths once a year for the average guy or gal, no meds for pneumonia--and no condoms, either!
2. A look at how sex and sexuality was viewed by men and women. A few tidbits? A pregnant woman was considered to be one who orgasmed and was bearing the proof that she had thoroughly enjoyed her encounter with the father of the child. YET, a man who could not "perform" was believed to have a wife who could not inspire him.
3. Historicals give us a delicious break from the hip language of contemporaries. A more fluid prose by an author who has a historical voice brings us a sense of time and place, and an appreciation for fiction that elicits verisimillitude in word as well as deed.
Come visit me for excerpts and more at
COME TELL ME WHAT ATTRACTS YOU ABOUT HISTORICALS? And is there a certain period you love more than others?

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Xmas cheer and Jennivere

Wish I could greet each of you individually and extend my very good wishes. Xmas is such a lovely time of year. Not only can't do that, but I'm a little brain dead. Am polishing my book fifteen, one of the mage series, and this one is erotic instead of sensual. Have finished it, eliminated umpteen 'that's and almost as many 'was's. Always find it hard to believe I let so many sloppy words slip by me. In the last book I overdid the word 'truly' like I couldn't believe. I'll finish my lazy word check, give it to a friend for her edits, and then get it to my wonderful editor. Then I intend to revamp my webpage which is sadly out of date. Somewhere in there come Xmas, although we will only have our daughter to help us celebrate this year. She's so special she'll make it a merry one. And the first of the year I'll start the next book in the Mage series, this one about Simon Raphael. it will be about ten years later than any book I've written so will demand a lot of research.

Jennivere's Journey comes out the first of the year. This is the third book in the Songs of the Mages series. Here's a very short excerpt. Just enough to be tanalizing, I hope. And did you notice the title for this post rhymes?

"They walked for about ten minutes and then she stopped and turned to him.
Putting her hands on his shoulders she raised her face, lovelier than ever in the moonlight and said simply.
“Kiss me, Zach.”
He didn’t waste a second. His lips swooped down on hers. He tried to hold himself in check but these last few days of agonizing proximity had stretched his control to near breaking. He managed to soften his first blazing kiss but not before she’d gasped and tried to withdraw a little. Feeling her shock helped him gentle his lips and loosen his tightened hold. He stood rocking her in his arms and only when she relaxed did he let his kiss deepen and then gradually.
This time she drew closer, responding with an ardor whose innocence shook him. She’d been married, for god’s sake, even if only for two weeks. The more clues he had to her marriage the more suspicions it raised. He’d not ask her a single question. For one thing it was none of his business and for another he badly wanted her to confide in him because she trusted him.
Jenny wondered if the heat emanating from the man holding her so sweetly would set her dress on fire. She felt her body blazing from the ground to the topmost hair on her head. Probably this was what made her pant a little. She felt as if she could hardly get her breath."
It gets even better, or should I say sexier? I'm anxious for Jenny to make her debut. I won't be posting again before Xmas so Happy Holidays to one and all. Jean

Monday, December 14, 2009

New Release - Body Shots

Tomorrow is the release of my second EC book, Body Shots. It's part of the Wet Theme. I had so much fun writing this story! Here is a blurb and excerpt to give you a taste of what you'll find inside.
You can grab your copy tomorrow December 15th at:


Got Tequila?
Sierra does and Reed isn’t afraid to use it. He’s determined to do shots on every inch of her skin, but Sierra has insecurities preventing him from exploring intimate areas. Her insecurities won't stop her from lavishing his body with the heady liquor.
Ten years ago an accident tore Sierra Allen and Reed Walker apart. Now a chance encounter has them burning for each other. A bottle of liquor and a pool table has this duo ready to quench their thirsts with one night of Body Shots.
Will one night be enough to fan the flames of desire?

Reed Walker leaned his massive frame against the wall. His leg bent, his boot-clad foot tapped against the wall to the rhythm of the bass drum. He stuffed his hands in his pockets, as his eyes gazed upon the singer crooning the soft rock ballad. She was gorgeous by every standard of the word. Long flowing black hair, dark mysterious eyes, her arms sleeved in tattoos. Dressed only in black leather pants and a matching leather bra, her rock-hard stomach revealed she worshiped the gym but Reed wasn’t here for the singer. She wasn’t his type any longer. Another time, another place maybe. Not tonight. Tonight, he was here for the owner of the bar.
Looking to make some extra cash doing something they loved, Reed and his fellow band mates decided to reunite after a ten year hiatus. Reed having always been the businessman of the group took on the task of going around to different bars and clubs to see if they were interested in adding his band Foul Play to the line up.
When he walked into Crimson Nights he thought he was walking into a dream. Never in his wildest imagination had he thought he’d come face to face with the only true love of his life—Sierra Allen.
The look on her face when he walked up to the bar and asked to speak to the owner was one of shock. Like seeing a ghost. And that’s how he felt. Oh, she’d cut off most of her long red hair but she couldn’t deny the scar on her right cheek. It had faded some over the years and she tried covering it with her hand most of the time they spoke but he knew it was her. She told him her name was Laura but Reed knew better. Those haunting green eyes couldn’t be mistaken.
He went along with her charade, though it killed him deep inside. She had run away from him after the car accident without so much as an explanation. The weeks he spent by her side, holding her while she cried over what she felt was a deformed face. The painful recovery from the shards of glass that cut her, when the windshield shattered. He stood by her side, loving her, wishing he could take away her pain. Wishing it was him who suffered instead of her, only to have her up and vanish when she was released from the hospital.
Now she was pretending she didn’t know him. It didn’t make sense. He’d let her go a long time ago but this time he wasn’t going to leave without finding out why. It was the least she could do. She owed him an explanation.
She shocked him when she agreed to let his band play. He fully expected a flat-out “no”. Why would she want his band playing there if she was hiding her identity? Was it a ploy to make him believe she was this Laura she pretended to be? Or was she feeling the connection too? If it was to prove her charade, she was sadly mistaken. Reed wasn’t stupid enough to be fooled by a haircut or name change.
Reed would wait until the night was done and the bar empty before he confronted her but he would and when he did, Sierra had some explaining to do.

Wednesday, December 9, 2009

Sexual Energy now available!

Hello all! I'm sorry to say November 9th completely slipped my mind. Worse yet, I didn't realize I'd forgotten to post until days later. Usually my lists and schedules keep me on track but not this time. My excuse? I had a 24-year-old houseplant die, so I was a little distracted.

What's new? My futuristic m/m/f menage, Sexual Energy, is now available at Ellora's Cave.
ISBN #: 978-14199-22244
Buy Now:

video trailer
Take a tour of Planet Chromefield

Welcome to Planet Chromefield!
MALE energy is BLUE
FEMALE energy is PINK

There are only 2 ways to discharge it:
1) Exercise
2) Orgasm
Which would you rather do?

Planet Chromefield has always run on sexual energy, but due to a troubling affliction, all the men have lost their erections and all the women are insanely horny.

When virile astronaut Logan crash lands on the planet, he must agree to perform an impossible test to get home again—a test which puts him in the bed of sexy Alysa, who wants more independence and creative sex, despite the planet’s chauvinistic mores, and her fiancé Dean—whose secret desire could cost him everything.

Dazzled by his lust for them both, Logan only agrees to give them his body, but the resulting three-way bond surpasses each of their sexual fantasies and thaws his solitary heart, which just might contain the key to saving the planet…if only they can convince him to stay.

Afton Locke

Tuesday, December 8, 2009

There's a HUNK in MY Chimney!

So who's prancing around on your rooftop? Meet Rocky Claus, Santa's younger brother. Santa decided that Rocky would visit all GOOD ladies this year so Santa could concentrate on the kiddies.
Rocky is so-o-o looking forward to fitting down your chimney so he can give you one, or two, or three, or more...wonderful presents...but only if you've been "GOOD" all year!

Did you write to Santa yet? Be sure to tell him if you've been GOOD and mention how you'd like Rocky to slide down your chimney for some fun! Remember to address your letter to the North Pole...although Rocky spends his time sunning himself in warmer climates so has a wonderful tan!


My letter's been mailed and I just KNOW Rocky will fit down my chimney without a problem since I've been getting it ready for his visit. I even bought a cute red hot sheer nightie to wear that has white trim around the bottom. And with Rocky's red hat with white trim, we should compliment each other...don'tcha think? Rocky likes to wear that hat...and nothing he can present an uplifting holiday image. Plus, clothes just get in the way and make it more difficult for him to slide up and down your chimney.

Hurry, ladies. Get those letters mailed today to be put on Rocky's list. You wouldn't want him to miss your chimney, would you?

HO, HO, HO! Happy Holidays!

For more HUNK blogs, visit: (I'll post one every Monday in December)


Monday, December 7, 2009

Xmas traditions

I wrote a Xmas post last week and scheduled it to post today but cyber space seems to have wafted it away. So I'll attempt to rather quickly reproduce it. I spend a lot of my spare time this week decorating the house. I simply adore Xmas. Don't have a real tree anymore as I'm against cutting all those beautiful firs down, but have a small artificial one that works just fine. So the house looks lovely. We live only a few miles from the Ecke poinsettia farm, which supplies over 90% of the poinsettias in the United States. Naturally I concentrate on them.

I have a Xmas tradition passed down from my grandmother to me, and now my daughter and granddaughter. We burn a bayberry candle on Xmas eve. It must be burned to the socket,and bayberry candles are getting harder and harder to find. The verse I learned is "A bayberry candle, burned to the socket, brings health to the home and wealth to the pocket." The candle must be bayberry and it must be allowed to burn itself out. Often we've placed the candle in the kitchen sink for safety and let it burn. For some reason I'm obsessive about this. Anybody wanna analyze me?

I'm gonna add a quotation from Eleanor Roosevelt which seems appropriate. "One's philosophy is not best expressed in words; it is expressed in the choices one makes. In the long run we shape our lives and we shape ourselves. The process never ends until we die. And the choices we make are ultimately our own responsibility." Something to think about as I chase around this week looking for bayberry candles.

Friday, December 4, 2009

New Release: Rx FOR TRUST

PRESCRIPTION FOR TRUST (Rx FOR TRUST) was released yesterday by The Wild Rose Press and is available at in ebook and paperback.

Rx FOR TRUST, the first book in the Doctor’s Order series, is a sweet and spicy medical romance that will make you smile, laugh and cry— the story of two psychiatrists with conflicting theories on how to treat their patients and tame their own emotions.

The story’s theme revolves around a famous saying by Walter Scott: “Oh what a tangled web we weave, when first we practice to deceive.”

Short Synopsis: Olivia Crane, a psychiatrist at Cincinnati University Hospital, is a woman with a troubled past and secrets by the bucket-load. Dr. Luc George, the French psychiatrist, she loved ten years ago, detests secrets. All hell breaks loose when Luc strolls into her office, with a confident smile and a perceptive eye, determined to rekindle their relationship and threatening to unravel the secrets of her thorny past. Can Luc win Olivia’s trust and love before her inner fears destroy their second chance at happiness?

“We should live in the present,” he whispered against her mouth and kissed her again with the passion she’d never forgotten.

When she managed to breathe, she cradled his cheeks in her hands and smiled. “Can I invite you upstairs for a drink?”

His gaze locked on hers, peering into her soul. “Have I convinced you? Do you really want me to come?”

“I really want you.” She sealed her words with a kiss on his lips.

“In that case, I could use a Cognac.” He stroked her hair and offered her a dazzling smile before opening the car door and walking her to her apartment.

She felt strong, confident, elated with his arm around her waist. Anticipation warmed her belly with spiraling flames. She’d been waiting for this moment for ten long years.

When they entered her apartment, she switched the lights on and closed the door behind them. “Make yourself comfortable,” she said as she kicked off her high-heeled pumps.

Luc removed his jacket and bowtie, and undid the top button of his shirt. He looked around him, surveying the living room. “Nice place you have here. It is exactly as I expected, neat, elegant and cozy.” He pointed to a Monet painting above the white leather couch. “And you put in a French touch.”

“Always. I can’t live without the French touch.”

He grinned and strolled toward the credenza that served as a buffet and a bar.

“Is there anything else we need to talk about? I mean about your many lady friends,” she said as he poured two drinks with as much ease as if he lived in this apartment.

“Non. No more mention of other women. But I can talk about you all night long and never be bored.” He gave her a glass and clicked his against hers. “A la tienne. To you.”


He swirled the golden liquid, brought it to his nose and inhaled. “C’est bon. Very good.” He drained it and refilled it for himself. “Do you remember our last time together?”

“The time you told me you were leaving?”

“And you told me you never wanted to see me again because your career was more important than empty feelings. No. That’s a day I have tried hard to forget. I was talking about the last time we...hmm...made love.”

“Oh.” Heat crept up her neck and face.

“We came back from your graduation party straight to your little student apartment. You wore a black silk dress like tonight and this pearl necklace. Your hair was floating down your back. We had a glass of Chardonnay.”

She brought her hand to her throat. God, he hadn’t forgotten any details. “I-I remember.”

“You gave me a soft kiss.”

“As usual you changed it into a torrid one.”

He came toward her, seized her hand and led her to the couch. “And do you remember I pulled you onto my lap, just like now.” He dropped onto the leather sofa and dragged her down with him. His hands trailed up her arms, skimmed her shoulders. The feather-like caress strayed to her throat, sending a tingle of pleasure all the way to her belly.

And here she thought she’d never sit on his lap again. She basked in the intimacy of their position. “I remember the scent of your cologne, amber and spice.” Closing her eyes, she nuzzled his neck and inhaled. “The same as you have on today.”

“Oh my darling.” Cupping her face between his palms, he captured her mouth in a deep kiss that left her breathless. When he released her, he smiled and his eyes twinkled with merriment. “Let’s remember more things. I unclasped your necklace, and then I unzipped your dress. Like this.” He removed her jewelry, lowered her bodice down her arms, and exposed her black lace bra.

“And then—” He swiftly unclasped her bra and eased it away. His gaze flickered from one breast to the other, warming her with anticipated pleasure. “Gorgeous,” he whispered as he raised his eyes. Raw desire blazed in their blue depth and mirrored her own excitement.

Mesmerized, she hooked her arms around his neck, snuggled against his chest and breathed the masculine smell that made her dizzy with want.

“And then… Like this?” She smiled, ready to give as good as she got. “Your shirt has to go.” The buttons snapped open to reveal the muscular chest she’d recalled more than once in her fantasies. “Beautiful.”

He chuckled when she mimicked his words and moves, and with a swift motion he threw his shirt away, but when she contoured his nipples with her tongue, he stiffened, his arousal pushing into her thigh.

“Where is your bedroom, chérie?”

Mona Risk writes romantic suspense for Cerridwen Press: TO LOVE A HERO and FRENCH PERIL and medical romance in the genre of ER and Grey's Anatomy for The Wild Rose Press: BABIES IN THE BARGAIN and Rx FOR TRUST. All books are available at

Upcoming Release!

December crept up on me almost without me noticing it and I'm not even going to talk about how fast November seemed to fly by with me barely able to catch my breath. I've just realized that I have a release coming up in SEVEN short days and haven't even thought about promo. So I'm going to begin here.

First off, here's the very gorgeous cover to Vampire's Witch. The cover art department is fabulous. I previously posted an excerpt of the beginning here, so here's something a little hotter.


Serena Blackwood can’t believe it when she learns she’s becoming a vix. Finding that she has to work with sexy vampire Marcus Castillo to catch a rogue vampire only adds to her stress. She’s unbelievably attracted to the hunky man but knows staying near him will increase the chances of her jumping his bones—and Marcus discovering her secret.

Marcus knows the witch working with his team is hiding something. She’s beautiful and talented and he wants to know the mysteries she’s hiding almost as much as he needs to know the feel of her body moving against his.

But the rogue has plans of his own and unless Serena and marcus work together, they could lose everything.

(There might be differences between this version and the final edited version.) Set-up: Serena and Marcus are in a bar looking for the rogue vampire they're hunting.

They walked toward the back, even looking into the employee’s area. As they made their way around the dance floor, a young man dancing wildly crashed into her. She stumbled into Marcus. He caught her and whirled her away from the man. She gasped as she felt her feet leave the floor and a sense of moving fast. Just as she registered his body against hers and the wall at her back, it was gone. He stood in front of her, his back to her. His muscles tensed and he seemed ready for attack. She shook her head, smiling as she looked beyond him. The dancer hadn’t even noticed that he’d bumped her and was even now among the other dancers continuing his wild moves on the floor.

Slowly Marcus’ body relaxed. He turned to face her. Her smile slowly died. His brown eyes focused on her with undisguised hunger.

“Everything’s fine. There’s no danger here.” She put her hands up on his chest. She had no idea why he’d turned toward her. He was sure that there was no one attacking them. They should be continuing their stroll around the club, but she could tell that that was the last thing on his mind. There was no way that she could mistake the possessiveness and lust rolling off of him.

He didn’t say a word. Stepping forward, his hands flattened on the wall at her shoulders. She drew in a sharp breath. His head lowered and he inhaled.

“You smell so good.” His lips feathered across her cheek.

“You need to relax, calm down. Nothing happened,” she urged in a soft voice. She could practically see the energy changing into arousal. Somehow, she had to calm him down. Not to mention get his mind off of her in any sexual manner. She didn’t want him to see her as anything more than the witch helping them catch the rogue. She didn’t need any more trouble in her life right now.

His teeth closed over her lips. Her focus narrowed to the feel of his mouth on hers. She wanted that, ached for it. His tongue traced her lips. Her lips tingled. She opened her mouth, leaning into him. But it couldn’t happen, shouldn’t happen.

His tongue stroked into her mouth. His taste rushed into her mouth, minty and smooth. She groaned. So good. She pushed against his chest, trying to wedge some distance between them. She couldn’t resist tangling her tongue with his or savoring his taste. His chest brushed against her hardened nipples as he moved slightly from side to side. That light graze sent a thrill shooting through her. Her breasts felt swollen, too sensitive. His hand cupped the curve of one full mound.

“Marcus!” A deep voice broke through the haze surrounding her.

She blinked. Reality flooded in just as Marcus pulled back, turning toward the man who’d interrupted them. She didn’t know what had just happened, how the arousal had just exploded with that kiss. Nothing like that had ever happened before.

Tuesday, December 1, 2009


My big news this month is that NETTLEFLOWER, our historical novel, is now available in a real hold-in-the-hand book! I haven't got my paws on a copy yet, though, as it's not yet available anywhere but from JJ> However, my local indie bookshop is trying to get copies for the launch in January (There are advantages to working in the local library!) but on the other hand the big chains have never heard of JJ and although interested, have to use their own suppliers.

It's very frustrating.

So here a question -- is there anyone out there (not writing erotica) who has had the same problems getting their books into stores?

And how do I get around it?