Saturday, March 24, 2012

Official Release Date For DEFENSIVE ZONE and a Sexy bit from Dean and Silver's first night



I know, I know, it seems like a long time! But it's really not considering Defensive Zone will be a bit longer than Game Misconduct. And this is Silver we're dealing with. There was no way her book would be easy! ;)

As a treat, since you've all been so patient, here's a hot scene with Dean and Silver. This is shortly after the spanking scene that you got a taste of at the end of Game Misconduct. Enjoy!
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Long excerpt from Defensive Zone:
Copyright 2012 Bianca Sommerland

The door flew open just as she was about to retreat. "Wha—Silver?"
His gaze swept over her and instinct took over. She stepped forward and let the blanket fall.
He shook his head. "Silver—"
"I've taken all the humiliation I can stand for one night, Dean." She flattened her hands on his chest, fingering the buttons of his shirt and keeping her eyes downcast because she knew he'd like that. "Don't make me beg."
Letting out a skin tingling chuckle, he wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. "As if you would."
"If that's what I have to do for you to take me . . . ."
"Take you." He ran his thumbs over the soft curve of her belly. "Are you sure? The spanking go to you pretty bad. You wouldn't even let me—"
She put a finger over his lips. "I'm still pissed at you about that. Don't remind me. All you need to know is I know exactly what I'm doing."
"Do you?" He drew her away from the door and swung it closed. Then he pressed his eyes shut and gave his head a little shake. "Damn woman, I hope that's true, because I'm in no condition to be the sane one here."
A throaty laugh escaped her. She rose up on her tiptoes and spoke with her lips close to his. "Are you drunk?"
"Not quite." His eyelids lowered and his lips curled. The hint of alcohol on his breath made her mouth water. He flicked his tongue over her bottom lip. "But I've had enough to accept your offer, even though I should make you get dressed and send you home in a cab." His hot breath caressed her lips. "Even though we'll both regret this tomorrow."
With that he claimed her mouth with a fierce kiss that promised all she'd come for. She moaned as his teeth tugged at her bottom lip. He clenched his fists in her hair and his tongue delved deep into her mouth, thrusting, possessing, driving her mad as the rest of her body screamed for the same attention.
Together they stumbled into his living room. He helped her removed his shirt without breaking his assault of her mouth and then fell onto the sofa. She undid his pants and pull out his dick, exploring the hot, thick length with her hands as he dug his fingers into her shoulder and practically dragged her into his lap.
"You've had me fucking bursting at the seams since the moment you walked into my club—before I even knew who you were, I wanted you." He let his head fall back and groaned as she fisted her hands around his cock and rubbed the head against her wet folds. "And when you took everything I could give—"
"Not everything." She slid to her knees and flicked her tongue over the tip of him, tasting her own musky arousal mixed with his salty precum. "Not yet."
In one smooth, practiced motion, she had his full length in her mouth, hitting the back of her throat as she bobbed her head. His pulse pounded against her tongue and she swallowed, sucking harder and harder until he grunted and jerked her to her feet.
"Enough. I want more than your mouth." He belied the comment by slamming his lips over hers, stealing her breath and her strength with a kiss that slammed the door on her illusions of being in control. "I have condoms in my wallet."
She shook her head and looked around. Her purse was on the floor by the blanket. She fetched it and dug inside for her stash. "I come prepared."
His expression darkened, but he held still as she covered him. He didn't speak until she climbed onto him and moved to take him inside her. "Stop."
Eyes wide, she stared at him. "What?"
He grabbed her wrist and roughly drew them behind her back. Holding them with one hand, he patted her thigh with the other. "Open."
A shudder passed through her as she tested his grip. He might as well have shackled her. Part of her rebelled, wanting to take charge, but lust spilled over and she surrendered to it, willing to let him lead the way if it would end with her being filled up and satisfied.
She spread her thighs as far apart as she could and whimpered as he angled her back. He slipped a finger between her folds and drew it over her clit.
"Look at that pretty pussy." He opened her with a finger and his thumb. "You're so wet, sweetheart." He slowly pushed one finger inside her. "Hot and tight. I think you've been needing this for awhile, baby."
She gasped and threw her head back as she thrust her hips forward. "Yes!"
"How long has it been since you had a nice, hard dick in your cunt, Silver?"
"Too long! Please!"
"Soon." He lowered his head and caught a nipple with his teeth. Exquisite pain speared straight down and she let out a desperate, keening sound. He teased the tip of her nipple with his tongue, then glanced up at her. "Sensitive nipples. Do you think your men will notice if I leave them nice and red?"
"No." Her eyes teared and she swallowed. The last few times Asher had fucked her ass, he'd left her shirt and bra on. Her breasts didn't interest him. "Dean . . . I don't want to talk about them."
"Poor baby." He shook his head and lapped a circle around her other nipple. "Forget them." His finger pushed in deep and he curved it forward, holding her still as she squirmed. "Right now, you're all mine. And I happen to love your breasts."
She panted as he sucked her breast into his mouth. Oh fuck!
Too much. With just his finger in her cunt and his lips on her breast he made her feel more than she could ever recall feeling. She bucked and quivered as he fucked her languorously with that one finger, licking and nibbling at first one breast, then the other, until the nerves in both burst into flames. Her core clenched around his finger and she tumbled into a fast, hard orgasm. The pleasure blanked her mind and she collapsed onto him, hardly even noticing that he'd released her hands as she clung to him.
"I'm not done with you." He pressed her head against his chest. "But I think you need a minute."
She squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "No. More. Please."
"No more?" He laughed when she sat up straight. "I'm teasing, pet. Clasp you hands behind your neck. I need to be inside you."
Shifting to give him easier access, she twined her fingers under her hair, not caring anymore that he'd taken over. His hand on the small of his back, his other around his dick, made her throb with anticipation. He helped her rise just enough to slip himself into her entrance. Then he grasped her hips and yanked her down hard.
"Oh!" She dropped her head onto his shoulder, shaking as her body adjusted to him. A little too long, a little . . . too . . . thick. He stretched her more than any man she'd ever been with. "Wait. Wait."
"Yes. I can tell." He let out a gruff sound and held her tight. "Jesus, Silver. I didn't know. You should have told me." He put his hand under her chin and kissed her. "Why? Why would you do this to yourself?"
Nonono! She gulped against the tightening in her throat. He couldn't do this. Not now. He was a means to an end. That was it. Her relationship with Asher and Cedric was none of his fucking business.
A little honesty would get him moving. "You're a lot . . . bigger than I'm used to. But you've got me so wet I think I can—"
"You can." He glided his lips down her throat, then laid a gentle kisses over each of her breasts. "I would grab your ass and make you take me deeper, but that would hurt. And I don't want to hurt you anymore. I just want to feel you around me."
Her hips rose and she sucked in air as his dick forced all her delicate tissues within to expand as she dropped down. "You aren't hurting me You're driving me insane. I want you fuck me hard on the floor. I want to be under you—"
"That's not happening tonight, love" He stroked her bottom, pressing lightly with his fingertips until she moaned in pain. "If you're under me, all the pressure will be on the bruises. If you weren't so tight, I'd try it, but together, it's too much. Lift up a bit. Take me, baby."
She lifted up and braced herself. "Don't hold back."
"I won't."
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Oh, one last thing. In case you didn't see my announcement on my Facebook page....

The Dartmouth Cobra players wanted me to share something with you. For all the fans that can't stop talking about the books and the team, you have a chance to get a treat! A postcard from a player of your choice! All you have to do is send a request here: http://www.thedartmouthcobras.com/ with the contact the Dartmouth Cobras form and mention which player you'd like to hear from. The players love fan mail and will always reply! ;)

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Lucky Seven-DEFENSIVE ZONE


I was tagged by Cari Silverwood for a fun lucky seven post. Here's the rules then my lucky seven.

1. Go to page 77 in your current manuscript
2. Go to line 7
3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are - no cheating
4. Tag 7 other authors (I did it on facebook since I don't follow blogs here)


Here's my lucky seven.Landon got himself in a bit of trouble!






Tossing the phone onto the table in the hall, he darted into the kitchen, rushed to the sink, and filled a coffee mug with water. The damn bacon was crispy now—he tossed the water and threw himself back as a huge fireball flared up.
"Holy fuck!"
The smoke detector screamed and black smoke filled the room in waves. Scrambling down the hall, he grabbed the phone.
"Landon!"
"I'll call you back." Without waiting for an answer, he hung up and dialed 911 as he abandoned his apartment to the flames.

Tuesday, March 13, 2012

Give me some Action! Writing Sports Romance with actual Sports

Every author approaches every subject differently, but, depending on what kind of life your character lives, you'll likely be doing some research about their job. If the hero or the heroine are cops, spies, doctors, or space captains--well unless you share that occupation, you probably have no idea what their days look like. Or how this job impacts their personality. And if you wan to write a nice, three dimensional character--which you better! if not, be gone! :P--you better inside their head while their holding that gun, or scalpel, or phaser. Not sure how you'd react if that green lady with four tits in the corner hit on you? Better figure it out! ;) 

The rules are no different when you're writing sports romance. If you have the passion to write about the sport, you have everything you need to put together a good action scene. Add a few details to bring the reader closer to the action and you have a great action scene.

Yes, I'm repeating ACTION. No matter how you look at any other scene in your book, sports scenes should be approached just like a fight scene, a battle where so much is at stake the men or women are willing to give their lives to win. Granted, in most modern sports, the chances of dying are pretty slim, but that's irrelevant. To reach a professional level, your character dedicated their lives, most often from a very young age, to the sport. This moment means everything to them.

Whether it be baseball, football, tennis, or my personal favorite, hockey, you've got all the workings for a damn good scene. Tension, movement, a fast pace . . .

But don't be tempted to throw your readers rink-side for a season's worth of games. This is still a romance novel. Give them the game, show them where the love interest fits in, show who they are underneath all the pads and blockers and guards. Have fun with all those rippling muscles and sweat slicked skin. And if you don't know what to do with them then . . . well, that's a post for another day!

Game Misconduct has several hockey scenes, some longer, some shorter. Here's a shorter one to show you the points I brought up in the post: 


Music erupted from the speakers of the stadium. The crowd rose from their seats for the singing of the national anthems. Sloan held his helmet under his arm and took his place dead center on the blue line. His tongue touched his bottom lip, still slick with Oriana's peach-flavored lip gloss. That kiss topped them all.
 
As usual, there were plenty of empty seats in the forum. Being the owner's daughter, Oriana claimed a seat right by the rink where the Cobras came on the ice. When Sloan came out, she'd hopped out of her seat and leaned over. He'd climbed up, and the crowd went wild as they kissed. Suddenly, weird sixties-style guitar strumming cut off the ACDC riff. The Monkees' When Love Comes Knockin' played out, making him feel like a putz. A very lucky putz.

The fans laughed. They cheered. Then the kiss replayed on the scoreboard. Oriana's cheeks got redder than the maple leaf on the flag, and she hid her face inside her jersey.
 
Adorably shy, but he had to give the girl one thing, putting herself out there had taken some guts. Maybe her original plan hadn't gotten Paul to back off, but their public display should do it. He'd look like a fool if he tried staking a claim now. And her father would probably do anything in his power to stop her from showcasing her relationships with him and the other men again. Fine, she hadn't kissed all the men, but she'd kissed him while wearing Mason's jersey. That would get people talking.

Our girl's a winner. Sloan grinned. He was proud of her. And he was even more determined than ever to make her just as proud of him. Of all of them. The crowd roared as the teams met at center ice. The ref dropped the puck; Sloan won the face off. He passed the puck to T.J. who whipped it to Vanek. Vanek evaded a check and streamed to the other end of the rink. Sloan rushed the opponents' net with Perron. Fanned the puck. Kicked it to the other side of the net. The puck hit a Blue Jacket defenseman, and Mason stopped it with his stick and redirected it to Vanek who tucked it in the net just as the goaltender skidded to block Mason.


Red lights blared, and Sloan crashed into Vanek, hooking his arm around the boy's neck to congratulate him. Mason, T.J., and Perron slammed into them, whooping like madmen. You'd have thought they'd never scored before.

Hope you enjoyed the post! And, as always, feel free to ask questions in the comments.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

Letter to CTV and The Montreal Gazette regarding Paypal


 I've seen news reports about the Paypal issue popping up online in Europe, one in Australia, a few in the States, but so far nowhere in Canada. I wasn't sure I could find the right words to get the point across, so I took my time, kept reading about what has happen, and what may happen, and finally sat down and came up with this:

To whom this may concern,

I don't know whether to write you as an author, or a reader, or simply as a woman who loves books and was so excited about how ebooks have given the world a new way to embrace reading, but I do know this unfortunate turn of events needs to be explored. Perhaps you've already heard about the new restrictions Paypal has placed on several ebook vendors. If not here is some information about what's happened over the last few weeks. This is one of many letters sent by Mark Coker, the owner of a large ebook self-publishing and distribution platform:


Basically, any 'erotica' or 'erotic romance' (which is not often mentioned but has also been targeted) that contains incest, pseudo-incest, bestiality, rape and/or bondage or sadism without consent is considered obscene and must be removed. I ask you, please, before assuming this is all well and good, to consider the implications of these restrictions.

Romance and all its subgenres, including those deemed erotic for their sexual nature, have one very important thing in common with every single piece of fiction published today. There must be a story. This story may include societies where 'incest' is not defined by our terms. A story with sentient beings in animal form. How about a historical novel where a Viking kidnaps a young maiden and has his way with her before coming to see her as more than a body to be had. There's a very fine line between romance and erotic romance. Often, there's no line at all except for the one drawn by traditional publishing.

Some of the ebook vendors that have caved in to paypal amend that the incest and rape may appear as part of the storyline, but not for the intent of titillation. Well, I suppose as an author, I must decide whether or not I intended for the reader to be titillated. Up until now, that's been the least of my concerns. Not that I don't write sex scenes with the hope that it'll get the blood pumping, but I have so many things I want to accomplish when writing a book, where do I begin?

Maybe the story will draw the reader into another world where they will experience something exciting and new. Or perhaps something not so new. Perhaps, in some way, they will revisit horrors from their past and find strength along with these fictional characters. They may laugh, they may cry, they may even be aroused. There's really no way to know how they will be affected when their eyes pass over the sea of words once limited to a page and now available in so many different formats. They may not be affected at all.

Not all books are well written or worth reading, but that's hardly relevant. I could scream about censorship, but it's easy to say Paypal has 'the right' not to transfer payments for material they find objectionable. But there are several things, besides the obvious boxing in of creativity for so many authors, that concerns me.
As of right now, the main focus seems to be on self-published authors and small ebook publishers. Content is being removed because of tagging or covers or quick searches in the blurbs. Authors and publishers who don't remove their books risk having their accounts frozen by paypal. One large distributor, Bookstrand, had this happen and decided to remove their indie shelves altogether. Even the books that weren't erotic—including nonfiction titles were suddenly gone.

Being an avid reader, I spend a considerable amount of money on ebooks. Some of my favorite authors write what Paypal is targeting. I confess, I enjoy a good, modern bodice ripper. But as an adult, I believe I have the right to use the money I earn on any purchase I choose. Paypal should work much like a bank and I'm fairly certain my banks don't care where I spend my money.

However, Paypal has worked very hard to make sure they are not classified as a bank. Which gives them the power to restrict payments, and since they are such a powerful entity, gives them the power to bully small businesses into submission.

There have been claims that Paypal is receiving pressure from credit card companies like Master Card and Visa. I thought this was a possibility until I saw this quote from Peter Thiel, Paypal's founder: '"In general, PayPal does allow our service to be used for the sale of erotic books, but we have to draw the line on certain adult content that is extreme or potentially illegal."

None of the work they've targeted is even potentially illegal. Furthermore, not all of it is extreme and the definitions being handed out for what they will not accept seems to be growing. So far I've been lucky. My one self-published book still falls within the realm of what is deemed acceptable. My other books are protected by publishers. The danger to my own livelihood has not, and may never, come.

Which I suppose answers my first question. When it comes to Paypal and the effect their actions will have on the online publishing world, I write to you as a woman who loves books.

Thank you,
Sincerely,
Bianca Sommerland