Thursday, January 22, 2015

Offended? REPORT REPORT REPORT! You might be able to 'RUIN' someone. Unless WE get in your way...PETITION

This is gonna be a quick one. Since last night, myself and several INCREDIBLE people have gotten together to help support a photographer who's been locked off his page for sharing his pictures. You know, the really obscene ones of women's asses...

Wait, no, that's not it. A female ass is fine.

OH! Yes, it must be a bloody picture on the first page of a news report...

Naw, why would that both anyone? I love beheadings with my coffee in the morning.

Here's some examples of the pictures that get reported:

In this case, one of the people who reported the photos--on a page you have to like to see, or perhaps your friends or family liked, in which case the IS the option to tell Facebook 'I don't want to see posts like this'--went so far as to tell Michael Stokes that they would ruin him. There's no mistaking the intentions. This person knows Facebook has given them the power to lock someone off their page and remove photos they find offensive.

At one point, people could report photos of men kissing and have them removed. That policy has changed because enough people spoke up. I know, I've been reported, but never locked out! <g>

So Facebook DOES listen. If enough of us speak up and ask them to review their policies, they might just do it. If you agree that Facebook should reevaluate the power they give people to shut down a page that shows artistic photos nowhere near as explicit as many allowed in the media, please sign this petition:

STOP Censoring Artistic Photos by Michael Stokes and Locking him off his page

We're off to an amazing start, with over 500 signatures in less than 14 hours, and I believe we'll have the numbers we need to be heard in no time! So thank you in advance. This is why I believe people, as a whole, are pretty damn awesome! :D

Friday, January 16, 2015

Celestial Pets Available Now-And what's up with KU?
I won't keep you long-I got a couple of books I'm hoping to get to you within the next few months. ;) But for a fun little update, right now we're working on a custom photo shoot for the cover of GOAL LINE.

Yes, that means Dominik Mason not only gets his own book, but he'll be the only one on it, just like Tyler Vanek for Iron Cross.

Aside from that, we have the last Deadly Captive book, THE END, which seems like it's taking forever, but I promise you, it will be worth the wait. I had to choose between getting it out quickly and being true to the story. I'll always choose the story, and I know that's exactly what you all expect from me.

 So now for the fun stuff! <g> 

Celestial Pets has been waiting in line for its turn in the spotlight, but with the 'opportunity' of Kindle Unlimited (you've probably seen a few authors talking about it) I figured this might be the perfect time to try out the program and maybe hook up with some new readers. I'm a bit of a slut that way. ;)

How it works is, I release a part once a month and keep the price at .99. When the whole book is out, I'll release it with a new cover for those who don't do serials. I'll pray that the serial keeps me afloat while I'm getting my mega books out. And that you all enjoy the angels and demons while you wait! <g>

To help you decide, here's the blurb and an excerpt. Happy reading! :D


Created pure and innocent, the newborn angel Fae’s only crime is loving the mortal realm too much. She wants to see, to touch, to taste...and to know. All of which leads to her fall from grace when she meets the demon brothers who give her all she desires.

Cravis and Travis toy with the young angel out of boredom, but losing her awakens something inside them that they didn’t know they could still feel. While Travis begins to learn how precious a life can be, Cravis struggles with the fear of how fragile love is, not sure if he can go through it being taken from him once again.

The demons will claim the angel, but many dangers threaten the Fallen. Hunted by the Virtues and lusted after by the damned, Fae may be protected as a cherished pet. But she will soon learn she’s worth so much more.


“Could you spare us a moment, precious?”
The men looked so alike she wondered how one would tell them apart. Until the other spoke. His voice didn’t sound edged on laughter like the first. It was pure and deep, with the low rumble of a beast.
“Wondrous, are they not?”
Fae looked at this one and smiled. He reminded her of the one who’d come on her first day and she hadn’t been afraid of him. “Oh, yes. I long to be like them.” Her smile faded a little and she rubbed her arms as a fierce tremor shook her. “Is that wrong?”
The men exchanged a look. The first one answered her. “Why yes. What shall be your penance?”
“Penance?” Fae repeated the unfamiliar word. The meaning came to her and she frowned. “Is there one?”
The man’s lips curved as he studied his nails, wet where the snow had melted. “Naturally.”
Fae fisted her hands in her white robes. Maybe these men had the answers no one else would give her. Like why her thoughts alone could condemn her. And if this penance could save her. “Shall I be cast aside?”
The second man reached out and pried one of her hands loose. “Does that scare you?”
“Yes.” Fae bit her lip as his calloused palm enfolded her long, delicate fingers, warming them. She knew—God she knew she’d broken the rules. Several in the past few moments. But he’d touched her. Perhaps this man was a Virtue, here to enforce the laws. If he was he could crush her, easily as a man crushing an ant under his heal. Instead he leant her his strength. She’d never known kindness like this. “Can you help me?”
Another look passed between the men. Fae didn’t understand it, but she prayed it meant there was hope for her.
“Of course we can,” the first said. “But you must swear to submit to our . .  . judgment.”
“Oh, I do.” Fae’s eyes were wet. A salty warm wetness contrasting with the cold from the snow. She touched her face, confused again. Tears? Tears were for loss, or for happiness. Yet she felt neither really. “I…”
The second man shrugged off his jacket, then laid it over her shoulders. He encircled her wrist with his finger and then gently drew her to his side. A strange sensation rose up her arm and passed through her whole being to settle as a strange heat in the pit of her stomach. His scent rose to her from his jacket, a curious scent, like fresh cut wood caressed by flames. Another spicy scent drifted over it, but the first stayed with her, somehow more . . . real.
“Come with us. We’ll get you somewhere warm.” His tone bothered Fae. He muttered something that sounded like ‘and keep you out of trouble’.
Did he feel responsible for her? Azreal had warned her she wouldn’t be trusted . . . perhaps she’d earned herself keepers. Maybe they were stuck with her.
I did this. Only I will pay.
“I won’t be any trouble.” She held the jacket closed with one hand, then touched his cheek and looked into his dark eyes. “I will accept my punishment and prove myself so you may be free of me.”
He released her and his jaw went hard.
The first man laced his fingers with hers and his lips curved as she let him pull her close. He used his thumb to dry her tears and cold moisture from her cheeks. She inhaled deep, absorbing his natural aroma, much like the other man’s, only somehow less intense. No better or worse, just lacking the deep, dark notes.
His smile gave her hope. “Then as my brother said, come with us. When all has passed you will be…Redeemed.”

Tuesday, January 13, 2015

THE SPORTS AUTHOR: Guest Post V.L. Locey

Please welcome the amazing VL Locey to celebrate her latest Wildcat novel, Language of Love!

Hi there everyone, I am thrilled to meet you! My name is V.L. Locey and I'm an erotic romance author, wife, mother of a college freshman, and small hobby farmer. Before I get chit-chatting and forget, I'd like to thank Bianca for having me here for a visit. I met Bianca when I was fortunate enough to have a novella chosen for inclusion in the Seduced by the Game charity anthology that benefitted Hockey Fights Cancer. While Bianca may cheer the Habs and I root for the Rangers, we became friends and hardly ever chirp each other about our teams. Although it was probably tempting when the Canadian`s and Rangers went head-to-head for the Eastern Conference Championship last season! =D

Now you might be wondering how it is that a small hobby farmer may have gotten into writing erotic romances, and in particular erotic hockey romance, although I do dabble in a few other genres hockey romance is my bread and butter. Most folks who I meet scratch their heads when they try to match up woman who writes steamy sex about hockey players with woman who tends to chickens and cows. By the way, we do just happen to own a steer who goes by the name of Mooka Rask. Mooka is the bigger steer in the picture. We also have Frankie, who got his name because he`s a Jersey boy. We are a strange and goofy bunch here on the hillside farm but I digress . . .

When I started writing seriously several years ago, I was having lunch with a couple of girlfriends who happen to be authors as well. One of those lovely gals is a rabid Penguins fan. I had self-published a few romance novels that dealt with Greek mythology, but had seen a submissions call for a sports anthology. I mentioned the submission call and we began talking about various sports we liked. Now back in the day, I had followed hockey and even attended a few games at the Spectrum when the Broad Street Bullies were knocking heads and winning cups. Life moved me away from the City of Brotherly Love and plunked me down near the New York border. My husband was not a sports fan and so I drifted from the sport.

As we had chatted, my girlfriend mentioned attending a rather rowdy Pens game and feared that the on-ice violence might spill out into the parking lot after the game. Viola! An idea for that sports anthology appeared instantly, and a couple weeks later, I had written my first hockey romance! Of course, since it had been so long since I had watched a game, I decided to sit down and reacquaint myself with the sport. Quite a bit had changed but the heart, passion, and body checks were just the same! Calling it "research" when my husband would ask why hockey was on, I soon found myself falling back in love with the NHL. Now I can't imagine not having a hockey game on the TV nearly every night. While my allegiance may now rest with the Rangers, I still have a soft spot for the city that gave me my first taste of ice hockey. That`s why I chose Philadelphia for the setting for the To Love a Wildcat books, as well as the Venom novels, which is my next hockey romance series presented by Secret Cravings Publishing.

If you`re a fan of erotic hockey romance, you may want to check out the latest Wildcat novel, Language of Love. Here`s a short blurb, the cover, and a couple buy links if you decide to grab a copy. I do suggest that the books be read in order, which would be Pink Pucks & Power Plays, A Most Unlikely Countess, O Captain! My Captain!, Reality Check, and Language of Love. 


Life was so much easier for Margarite Lancourt before she had set eyes on Petro Shevenko. Her diploma to teach hearing impaired children would be in her hand within a year. Then she would find the right man, the right neighborhood, and bear the right children. Her deafness was not going to get in the way of her aspirations. But were they her dreams or her mother`s? 

Now that she has met Petro, the Wildcats sexy new acquisition who has an unquenchable thirst for the wild side of life, Margarite`s nicely mapped out life is in chaos. Can she tame this unruly Russian Wildcat? Or will his family demons drag him, and Margarite, back into the darkness the couple have struggled to break free from? 

Buy Links-

Amazon- 4&keywords=v.l.+locey
Secret Cravings Store-

Author Bio-

V.L. Locey loves worn jeans, belly laughs, reading and writing lusty tales, Greek mythology, the New York Rangers, comic books, and coffee. (Not necessarily in that order.) She shares her life with her husband, her daughter, one dog, two cats, a flock of assorted goofy domestic fowl, and two steers: one named after a famous N.H.L. goalie while the other carries the moniker of a 60`s pop legend.
When not writing spicy romances, she enjoys spending her day with her menagerie in the rolling hills of Pennsylvania with a cup of fresh java in hand. She can also be found online on Facebook, Twitter, Pinterest, and GoodReads.

I love to meet new friends and fans! You can find me at-

Secret Cravings Backlist Books:
  • Pink Pucks & Power Plays (Book One of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
  • A Most Unlikely Countess (Book Two of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
  • O Captain! My Captain! (Book Three of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
  • Reality Check (Book Four of the To Love a Wildcat Series)
  • Tumble Dry