Book Trailer

FINALLY it’s here! The book trailer for the Tilling Passions series. Thanks to the very talented Lex Valentine who created this for me …

All three books are available at Amazon and Barnes & Noble.

I’d like to welcome AFTON LOCKE to the Block.

By day, Afton Locke is a logical programmer, but by night she swims in the mystical world of dreams. Intrigued by all things unexplained, like ghosts and karma, she delights in spinning dark, sensual stories that pull readers below the surface of everyday (and sometimes boring) life to the depths of forbidden fantasy.

What else would you expect from someone with her moon in Pisces and Neptune in Scorpio? She lives in the mountains with her husband, dog, and spooky black cat.

Take it away Afton …

Dark closet + sexy boss + 7 minutes = too HOT to stop!
Wanna play 7 Minutes in Heaven?

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Ever had a fantasy about your boss? ‘Fess up. We all have.

Despite Eliza Worth’s attraction to her boss, Zach Taunton, she’s so fed up with his unreasonable demands she’s decided to look for another job. Her matchmaking friend Margo, determined to give Eliza some sexual healing for her work stress, invites her to a singles mixer, where Eliza reluctantly agrees to play a game of Seven Minutes in Heaven. In a dark closet, Eliza is quickly brought to the edge and beyond by a sexy mystery man. Her initial intrigue quickly turns to horror when she discovers her masterful, anonymous lover is none other than her slave-driving boss himself—and Zach seems to want her for a lot longer than seven minutes. But first he’ll have to relinquish some control and negotiate his way into her heart.

Enjoy the video …

How about an (Adult) Excerpt?
(Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2011, All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.)
Her breath caught when she realized the room wasn’t just dark. It was completely black. She couldn’t see a thing now. Margo must have had special padding or weather-stripping installed around the edges of the door.

“You’re not allowed to talk, starting now,” Margo said, her voice muffled.

Eliza fought down the urge to pound on the door and beg to be let out but knew that would make her resemble a childish idiot. Not being able to see and knowing nothing about who was in the closet with her sent her heart rate into the aerobic range.

Her other senses soon took over. She heard the rustle of curtain, a man’s breathing and…oh God. That was Zach’s cologne. The distinctive blend of exotic spices and understated class had distracted her mid-task more than once at work.

Coincidence, she told herself as she clasped her hand across her throat. Lots of men wore the same cologne. He couldn’t possibly be here.

This man, whoever he was, didn’t seem nearly as inclined to pause and analyze the situation as she did. She gasped when a questing hand brushed her waist and arm, followed much too quickly by two steely arms fastening around her. Goose bumps exploded across her arms as rolled-up shirtsleeves and very hot forearms slid across her skin.

A pair of lips found her ear with uncanny precision and slashed across it, sliding into a jagged path down her neck. Beard stubble—another reminder of Zach—scraped her skin, sending dual sensations of alarm and pleasure shooting down her spine.

With her arms all but pinned to her sides, she could do nothing but slide her hands around the man’s waist. His body was hot and muscular under her fingers. Muscles flexed beneath the soft shirt as he maneuvered her to stand against a row of shelves. The delicate scent of laundered sheets mingled with his cologne, reminding her of beds.

She turned her chin toward his mouth, needing to taste him. Suddenly his hands anchored both sides of her face, holding her in place for a kiss. No, not a kiss—an onslaught. He skimmed her lips with his tongue before biting, tasting and teasing. Without even knowing exactly how, she found herself slack-jawed and senseless, wanting everything he had to give.

He tasted like wine, with a slight salty tang, as if he’d eaten caviar. While he claimed her tongue with punishing swirls of his own, his legs pressed hard against her, his cock even harder, bruising the delicate flesh over her pubic bone through their clothing.

“One minute has passed.”

The automated voice nearly made Eliza jump out of her skin. Margo had thought of everything.

The sensation of tugging at her blouse brought her attention to her breasts. Her blouse went slack and threatened to fall off when he unbuttoned the few large buttons. Needing and aching, her nipples anticipated strong fingers or a hot, flicking tongue.

At the same time, alarms went off in her head. Exactly how far did people go in this game? Surely seven minutes wasn’t enough time to go all the way but she was at his mercy, whatever he planned.

If this man fucked her in the dark, she wouldn’t even see his cock. She would only be able to feel it, thrusting into her drenched pussy.

“Wait, I—” she uttered.

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First off, I’d like to thank everyone who hung out with me on my recent blog tour. I had a blast visiting other blogs and hearing from so many of you. So, earlier this week I threw every commenter’s name in a hat (okay, there were so many I had to use a box, but you get the idea). I shook them up, held the box over Baby Girl’s head and she pulled out a name. Congratulations to …

Fedora C.
from California
Fedora won a box of goodies from my prize closet, including a 2011 Ellora’s Cavemen calendar and copy of Healer’s Garden.

Tracey D.
Tracey won a digital copy of Bonded Souls.

I also had 3 wonderful reviews this week for “Maid for Master”.

DARK DIVAS gave it 4.5 DELIGHTFUL DIVAS and Lily said …

Maid for Master is a wonderful read that doesn’t candy coat the road that Claire and Jonathon have to take in the BDSM world in order to become a couple. Ms. Peirce does a fantastic job of making each of the characters seem human and with that they each have their own set of faults and issues to work through. While at times I wanted to strangle both of them, this was a delightful read that I truly enjoyed and will read again in the future!

MANIC READERS gave it 4.5 STARS and Patrizia said …

The story is warmly and gently told and we realize from almost the beginning how much Jon cares for Claire and the lengths he will go to make her happy…Maid for Master is a kinder, gentler type of D/s and it showed much more love and caring than many I have read. I liked it.

NIGHT OWL REVIEWS gave it 4.25 STARS and Elf said …

Maid For Master is a novella that follows the journey of a woman who finds that she is ready to explore her darker submissive sexual nature and discovers that the Master who is willing to train her has only been waiting for her awakening…A nicely steamy tale…

I’m snoopy dancing all over the house. Since I left excerpts all over the internet last week I won’t post another one. But how about another look at the book trailer?

I am so excited! My first novella with Ellora’s Cave will be released tomorrow, April 28. Divine Deception is part of their “succulent” fruit series.

Today, the stars of this story, Nicholas Gradin IV and Francesca Santerre have agreed to a little interview.

Nina: So you two are here at the Writer’s Block and I see you are holding hands. Was it a love at first sight kind of relationship for you?
Frankie: *a very unladylike laugh*
Nick: Hey, don’t be looking at me. The whole thing was her fault. If she’d just told me who she was from the outset I would have–
Frankie: Oh, he’s so full of crap! He slinked into that vineyard looking to find a vineyard worker who might want to trim his vine.
Nick: Me? I think–

Nina: *shrill whistle* Okay, sorry I asked about your relationship. Next question … something a little easier. How did you come to Mill Tavern Vineyards.
Nick: My great grandfather came over from Germany with nothing but a few grape vines and a dream. He found his way to the Seneca Lake region of New York, bought a plot of land and the rest … as they say … is history. *turns to Frankie* Your turn. This should be good.
Frankie: *eyeroll* What he means is my mother met his father at a casino. When they married seven years ago Nick thought my mother was just using him–
Nick: Tell me how you would have seen it. Sexy young mother toting a snotty-nosed brat on her hip looking to get her green card and a chance at the family estate. *Nick laughs and kisses Frankie*
Frankie: *swats at his arm and giggles* Yeah, well, thank goodness Nick’s grandfather, Nicholas Gradin, Jr. didn’t see it that way. He opened his home and taught me all about the grapes and the vineyard. I’m the one that’s been harvesting the grapes and fermenting them into award-winning wines.

Nina: Nick, you know I have to ask, how are things with your father?
Nick: Better. We’ve still got a lot of fences to mend. I mean it’s not like he’s going to get the “father of the year” award or anything. But he’s at least trying.
Frankie: Nick’s taken over the whole vineyard. Nicholas well…
Nick: He went into rehab for awhile. But hopefully with Carmine’s support, that’s his wife…
Frankie: My mother.
Nick: Anyway, let’s just leave it at better. Next question

Nina: For people who followed my blog they heard me lament over how hard it was to tell your story. You two just didn’t want to cooperate. I’m not sure I’ve had such strong personalities circling each other with the desperate need to be together and fighting it so hard.
Frankie: *hooks thumb in her direction* His fault.
Nick: That’s not fair. Nina, you know I tried to be nice right from the first time we met.
Frankie: Ha. You mean the get in my pants kind of nice.
Nick: Come on, look at this package Nina, what hot-blooded male can resist this. *leans over and kisses Frankie long and slow*
Nina: *clears throat*
Nick: Yeah, well, I was just … trying to be friendly. 
Frankie: *blushes* And I was just trying to make sure some money-hungry asshole wasn’t going to take my livelihood out from under me. No offense Nick.
Nick: Whatever.

Nina: Anything else you’d like the readers to know?
Nick: Let’s just say you’re going to find our story very hot. Frankie’s an animal in bed.
Frankie: *blushes and swats his arm* Niiiick!
Nick: *laughing* It’s not like they’re not going to know everything tomorrow.
Frankie: True, maybe we should give them a little taste today? Hmmmm?

Nina: And since this is the PG-13 version I’m just going to send these two kids into the pool house and away from your eyes.
Nick: Which way? *pulls Frankie to her feet*
Nina: Right over there Nick, but could you just …

Okay, well, they’re gone and from the sparkle in Frankie’s eye, I’m thinking they’re gonna be a while. I guess that means the interview is over. So I’ll just leave you with the hot cover …

and remind you that you can read Frankie and Nick’s story TOMORROW. Available from JasmineJade.com.

Oh, and here’s their trailer …

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