Self-Promotion Tutorial for Writers is Ready!

The promised tutorial on self-promotion for writers is here!

"Pimp Yourself: Easy, Painless, and Cheap Self-Promotion for Writers" is now available as a .pdf in the files section of my Yahoogroup newsletter at:

http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/

 Please do NOT upload or share this file anywhere else! Refer people to my newsletter group to get it.

I'm not charging for this tutorial. All I ask is that if you find it helpful, please make a donation of a minimum of $1 (because of payment fees) to me through PayPal.com or Dwolla.com to: tymberdalton@gmail.com

It's nearly 20k words long, and I cover a variety of topics from picking a pen name, why use Gmail, and even some tips for those who are self-published. I also include a list of resources in the back that I either use or have heard of.

To get it, you need to log into the group at: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/TymberDalton_updates/ (you need to be a member of the group to download it) and click on the Files link in the left menu. You'll see it.

The direct link is: http://f1.grp.yahoofs.com/v1/oB3VTnohDR0EXYnUzi11lZsERh7IxQLICKlh6f-7vjzUEJ9AwI-fFH96TY6VgHQ3FY-6djNXvDXTwYUm8WXoQA/PimpYourself_TymberDalton.pdf (but again, you need to be a member of my newsletter - FREE - to be able to access the link).

Enjoy!!

Christmas light display 2011.

To the left of our driveway.

Hubby's been busy. Reeeallly busy. He's brought most of our Christmas stuff up here to our Tampa house (he's still got to get our indoor stuff) and got busy setting things up.

To the right of our driveway.

To the right of the driveway and some of the fence.

Working down the fenceline.

Almost to the end of the fence.

At the end of the fence and looking back.

Aaaannnnddd here's video. LOL

Save a tree (and your sanity!) - read an e-book!

Black Friday shopping. Holiday shopping in general. Insanity.

I personally think all three terms should be linked hand-in-hand. This year, instead of going nuts, go digital! Save a tree - read an e-book. E-book readers are now widely available for under $100, and make the perfect gift for family and kids. And now with so many people carrying iPhones, Androids, and other smart phones, and with iPads and other tablets, you don't even need an e-reader. You can read on the go, anywhere, with mobile apps from Kindle, nook, and others.

Give the gift of reading. Most larger publishers have gift certificates available that you can gift to the reader in your life. (Or when family asks you what you want, give them the urls to your favorite online book retailers!)

For those few people who still balk at e-readers, remember it's the words, not the medium, that makes a "book." E-readers have benefits such as flexible font, so if you have older eyes like me, you don't have to squint to read. You can carry waaaay more e-books on a small, lightweight device than you can dead-tree books. And e-books are ecologically more sound, saving precious natural resources from unnecessary destruction.

Best of all, you can shop in your PJs and never leave the house, not have to fight crazy shoppers, not have to loose sleep. You can stay home, eat your leftovers, snug and happy and best of all, finish your holiday shopping in minutes instead of weeks.

So save a tree - read an e-book!

Happy Thanksgiving!

To all my readers here in the US (and to all our troops and their families stationed overseas) have a Safe, Happy, and Blessed Thanksgiving!

I'm thankful for Hubby and Sir, for my family (two- and four-footed), friends, and friends who are like adopted family; I'm thankful I'm lucky enough to do what I love for a living and have fantastic readers; I'm thankful for what good health I have (because plenty have it far worse than I do).

So have a great Turkey Day, enjoy yourselves, and hug your family and friends because you never know when you might see them again.

Merry Meet and have a Blessed Day!! Namaste!
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Adult Excerpt: Sarasota Steam

You can find my book "Sarasota Steam" (writing as Tessa Monroe) at Siren-BookStrand. (mmf, historical, cowboys)

http://www.bookstrand.com/sarasota-steam

Blurb:

On the run and disguised as a man, Callie Johnson is on her way to inquire about a job at the Coval Ranch outside of Sarasota when she’s caught in a hurricane’s fury. Jasper Collins and Gregorio Valdes see right through her deception but are willing to protect her secret…if she’ll keep theirs.

The two men are lovers, but that’s not all. Jasper mourns the murder of his wife and children, while Goyo hides his true heritage. Callie can’t help but fall in love with them both. When the men make their intentions known, she doesn’t hesitate to become Mrs. Jasper Collins to protect all of them from flying rumors and meddling single women.

Callie can almost forget her past and her vengeful step-father. That’s when a brutal attack forces Jasper to face demons from his past as he sets out to protect their steamy little slice of heaven.

A Siren Erotic Romance

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Adult Excerpt:

She felt his stiff member rubbing against her. “Just going for a swim. Then I’m going to wash up. It’s my wedding day, you know.”

Goyo swam up behind them. She enjoyed the feel of his body pressed against her back. “Does your fiancé know you’re swimming with two naked men?” he joked.

She wiggled her backside against him. “Why, I believe he does,” she said, giggling.

Fires raged within her. She knew what passion and pleasure could feel like without them and wondered how much better it would be with one of their hands or better yet, their cocks, between her legs instead of her own fingers.

“I’d better get back to shore,” Jasper hoarsely said.

She clamped her legs around him. “No you don’t,” she warned. “You’re not leaving me out here feelin’ like this.” She wiggled again and felt his cock now rubbing against that sweet spot between her legs.

Jasper moaned. “Baby, don’t do that. I can’t control myself if you do that!”

Goyo’s arms wrapped around her, his hands cupping her breasts. “I think that’s her intent.”

“Dang right it is.” She held on to Jasper’s shoulders and rocked her hips against him. “It feels better than my hand, that’s for sure.” She leaned in and kissed him and felt his flesh pulsate against hers.

“Your first time shouldn’t be in the middle of a spring,” he tried to protest.

“Why not?” Goyo chimed in. “Ours was at a beach in St. Augustine.”

“See?” she insisted, nuzzling at his neck. “He agrees with me.”

“I think I still have sand in places no man should have sand,” Goyo grumbled.

“Not helping,” she quipped. “Please?” she whispered against Jasper’s neck. “Make me yours now. I don’t want to wait.”


* * * *


Jasper let out a low moan as he held her tightly with one arm. He couldn’t resist her plaintive request. With the other hand, he reached between her legs and found her throbbing nub of flesh. She moaned as he stroked it.

Goyo kissed his way across her shoulder. “Lean back against me, baby. Let him show you how good it feels.”

Jasper relinquished her to Goyo even as she kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Supporting her ass with one hand while she floated in the water, he used his other to stroke her clit, rubbing it, making her writhe between them as Goyo kissed her and swallowed every sweet cry she made. Jasper’s greatest fear proved unfounded—that it would remind him too much of painful days, of sweet and long-gone times he could never reclaim. He’d worried he might not be able to give her all of him the way he could Goyo. But his heart decided otherwise. Callie proved so different in mind, body, and soul than his sweet Mary had been, that there were no comparisons to distract him from making love to her with all his heart.

He gently parted her folds with his finger, pressing for entrance. Even in the cool water the lips of her sex felt hot, promising a wild ride once he had his cock planted firmly inside her.

She arched her back as he gently probed her. Then he added a second finger and she moaned again as she rocked her hips against him. “You’re so tight, baby,” he softly said.

Her eyes fluttered open. “Please, take me!”

He couldn’t hold back. No matter what he’d sworn, how much of a gentleman he’d be, he was only human. He lined up the head of his cock with her sex and gently pressed forward into her silken, hot pussy.

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You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Lesli Richardson, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Adult Excerpt: Love Slave for Two: Family Matters

This excerpt is from "Love Slave for Two: Family Matters," the sequel to my Siren-BookStrand Bestseller. (Also available in print.)

http://www.bookstrand.com/love-slave-for-two-family-matters

Blurb:

[Menage Amour: Menage a Trois, M/M/F with M/M, sex toys, role playing, mild BDSM]

Nevvie spent her early life feeling unloved and rejected. Then she met Tyler and Thomas and her scorchingly hot fairytale dream's come true. They have a perfect life and a beautiful son. While their family isn't traditional, she's more than happy with her two hunky, sexy husbands and their relationship.

Unfortunately, a betrayal from where Nevvie least expects it knocks their world on its ear. Barely recovering from that, one horrible morning and an unimaginable double tragedy threatens to take her men and destroy all she loves.

Struggling to keep things together, Nevvie must forge ahead and draw strength from her unusual adopted circle of friends and family to save her men and preserve the life she loves. With Thomas and Tyler's lives on the line, can Nevvie find the will to keep going and bring her husbands safely home? Because to Nevvie, family is the only thing that matters.

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Adult Excerpt

Nevvie didn't feel better the next morning. Once the baby finished nursing, Tyler took Adam to the nursery to get him settled. Nevvie curled up against Thomas and was already drifting back to sleep in his arms. She'd gotten up several times during the night and felt exhausted.

"You worn out, baby girl?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Why don't you sleep in? Let Ty take care of Adam this morning."

"Mmm hmm..." It was an easy suggestion to take. He kissed her forehead. After a few minutes she'd fallen asleep again.

He looked at the clock, ten till six, might as well get up. Thomas shut the alarm off so it wouldn't wake Nevvie and went to make coffee without bothering to put any clothes on.

In the kitchen, Thomas jumped when he felt Tyler's arms encircle his waist. "You startled me, sugar. I didn't hear you."

"Sorry, love." He kissed Tom's back. The other man turned, encircling his lover in his arms. "She's totally shattered this morning, isn't she?"

"Yep."

"I knew I should have gotten up at three."

Tom laughed. "Ty, she's a mom now. There are a lot of things we can do to help, but nursing the baby isn't one of them."

Ty swatted Tom's ass. "You know what I mean. At least I could have brought him in for her and then gotten him settled again."

"Give her some time. She's still recovering physically, too." Tom made Tyler look at him. "Let her be a mom. Let her have this. You're a great dad but don't try to out-mom her, Evil Genius."

"Out-mom her?"

"You know how you get." He kissed Tyler, long and gentle. "Besides, if you have an overwhelming urge to take care of someone you can always take care of me." His cock hardened against his lover's hip. He felt Tyler stiffen in response.

"Oh, is that so, sweet?" Tyler gently ground his hips against Tom, making the other man moan.

"You know what you do to me, buddy."

"Do we have time this morning?"

Thomas glanced at the clock. "Yeah. I don't have a meeting until nine."

Tyler kissed him again, passionate, eager, his tongue parting his lover's lips and exploring.

Thomas' hungry moans punctuated the slow rhythm of his hips rocking against Tyler. "Jesus," he finally panted, "we'd better do something fast or you're gonna have me coming right here."

"Shower?"

"Mmm. What'd you have in mind?"

Tyler grinned. "Not in my mind, love."

Thomas groaned again. He grabbed Tyler's hand and practically dragged him back to their bedroom. "Let's go," he growled, his cock rigidly bobbing in the air.

They checked on Nevvie and found her still asleep. They quietly closed the bathroom door and hungrily embraced while the shower warmed.

"I want to feel that sweet cock of yours in my arse," Tyler hoarsely whispered in Tom's ear.

"Yeah, well I want a little bottom action myself, sugar, so you'd better save me some energy."

Tyler moaned against Tom's neck. Tom stood five inches taller than Ty, but they fit together perfectly. "Get your arse in there so you can fuck me, love."

Tom grabbed a bottle of lube and followed Tyler under the spray. They never realized how fortuitous it was that they'd had the shower built as large as they did until Nevvie joined their family. The three of them had spent plenty of hours in there together engaged in much more than bathing.

Tyler nipped Tom's earlobe. "How do you want me, sweet?"

"Against the wall," he growled, his erection almost painfully throbbing with anticipation.

Tyler's blue eyes mirrored his own passion as he turned and faced the back wall, where he rested his palms and forehead against the cool tile.

* * * *

Nevvie registered the sound of the bathroom door shutting, then the shower starting. She cracked an eyelid and realized both men were missing from the bed. Tom's familiar low, hungry moan instantly awakened her.

Oh, no they don't. Not without me.

She got out of bed and slipped into the bathroom. The men were too distracted to notice her entrance. Through the opaque shower curtain she spied Tyler against the wall, Thomas slicking his shaft in preparation.

Nevvie stripped as Thomas lubed his fingers and carefully prepared Tyler, who groaned with need, starting an almost uncomfortable throbbing between her own legs. It was too soon for her to fully participate in their activities, but if one of them didn't do something for her soon she would explode. It'd been over a month for her and she was climbing the walls. Watching her men preparing to fuck only intensified her aching need.

Before she met them she never thought she'd be turned on by the sight of two guys doing it, but these were her men. They loved her and each other. Watching and listening to their passion was sexier than anything she could have ever imagined.

"Oh, yeah!" Tyler grunted, feeling Tom's fingers in him.

"You okay, sugar?" Tom asked.

Tyler nodded. "Damn, that feels good," he gasped.

"It's going to feel a lot better here in just a second."

Nevvie struggled not to laugh. It sure would! They still hadn't noticed her.

Tom withdrew his fingers and replaced them with his cock. "Ready?"

"Do it," Tyler begged. "Fuck me, love. Fuck that sweet cock into my arse."

Nevvie's knees weakened at his hungry growl. She reached out to the wall for support. Dammit, they were hot!

And they were all hers.

Tom gripped Tyler's hips and slid his cock into his lover. Both men groaned and Tom paused, waiting until Tyler ground his hips against him in encouragement to continue. When he was fully seated inside the other man, Tom covered Tyler's hands with his, their fingers laced, and stretched his body against his lover.

"How's that feel," Thomas gasped against Tyler's neck.

"Fuck me, love."

"I'm gonna fuck you real good, sugar."

She watched Tom's hips as he slowly, gently thrust into Tyler. She put a hand to her mouth to muffle her own passionate moan. He was always very gentle with Tyler, not wanting to hurt him, which was just one of the things she desperately loved about him.

Moving slowly, Nevvie slipped into the other end of the shower. Tom's ass tensed and flexed as he carefully stroked into Tyler. Both men's eyes were closed. They took their time, enjoying the sensations. She picked up the bottle of lube, generously slicked two of her fingers, and stepped behind Tom.

He yelled and jumped, startled, then laughed when he felt Nevvie's fingers against his rim.

Tyler jumped in response to Tom's reaction. "What?"

Tom laughed. "Our girl snuck up on us--oh!"

Tyler tried to turn his head but he was still pinned to the wall by Thomas' hands and the larger man's body. "What?"

"She's having a little fun back there."

Nevvie pressed her body against the men and reached around with her other hand, found Tyler's stiff shaft. "You didn't think I'd let the two of you get away with having all the fun, did you?"

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You can get the first two books in the series, "Love Slave for Two: Beginnings" and "Love Slave for Two," from Siren-BookStrand:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

Ch-ch-ch-changes.

Hubby and I were talking the other night. He asked me if I wanted to stay here in this house (the house I inherited from my grandparents) permanently. After thinking about it, I had to say yes, I did.

Don't get me wrong, I love our house. I love where it is. I live in paradise, just minutes from the Gulf beaches.

But...I was pretty much raised in this house. This house has always felt like home. And it is just five minutes from my parents. My cousin and his mom live, literally, next door. (Our grandmothers were sisters and lived next door to each other.) I have friends and family up here.

So it looks like we'll be transitioning to living here full time instead of just through the holidays. That means trying to decide what to do with our house. Selling it right now is out of the question. We're not underwater on it, but it's not exactly a selling market. We might rent it, but not sure what we want to do with it yet.

Did I mention I have the world's greatest husband to suggest this?

So once we get through the holidays, we'll look at what our next steps will be. Fortunately, this house doesn't have a mortgage on it, so it's not like we're paying double in that way. And we can add onto this house, which was our plan anyway, and make it bigger. (Although it's not really much smaller than our other house, although the one bathroom situation is a little irritating at times. LOL)

My animals are happy here, especially the cat, BW, and the bird, Pickles, who were Granny and Grandaddy's pets. My other animals could care less which house we're at.

So another stage of my life begins. This should be interesting. In a good way.

Adult Excerpt: Trouble Comes in Threes

This adult excerpt is from "Trouble Comes in Threes," the first book in my Triple Trouble shape-shifter series.

http://www.bookstrand.com/trouble-comes-in-threes

Also available in print at: http://www.amazon.com/Triple-Trouble-Threes-Warning-Menage/dp/1606015265

Blurb:

Elain Pardie worked hard to become a TV news reporter. When a huge, black wolf-like dog with green eyes jumps into her news van, Elain has no idea her life will drastically change.

Aindreas, Brodey, and Cailean Lyall aren't just triplets--they're Alpha shape-shifters running a Florida cattle ranch. They've never found their One, the woman destined to be their mate. Until the day of the Arcadia Highland Games, when both Brodey and Cailean lock onto Her scent. Brodey shifts and gives chase, then goes home with Elain and confirms she is their One.

When Prime Alpha Aindreas mistakenly thinks Elain's already taken and refuses to use force to claim and mark her, Brodey and Cailean must resort to trickery to learn the truth about the wedding ring Elain wears and work to convince her that triple trouble could very easily put her into seventh heaven in their arms.

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Excerpt

Brodey lifted his nose to the breeze. "Ah, smell that?"

His brother, Cailean, wrinkled his nose. "Smell what?"

Brodey flapped the front of his kilt and grinned. "Freedom!" He playfully rolled the R in a brogue he hadn't really spoken in many, many decades.

Cailean groaned and rolled his brown eyes. "I've never seen a guy who enjoys going kilt-commando as much as you do."

The First Annual Arcadia Highland Games were in full swing.

Apparently, so were Brodey's nether regions.

"Why the hell don't you wear a kilt every day if you love it so much?" Cailean teased.

"Because I don't like getting into fights with redneck assholes at the stockyards and auctions who call it a skirt." Brodey took another swig from his beer. "Where the hell did Ain get to?"

"I dunno. Last time I saw him, he was helping Mark set up the heavy games."

The two youngest of the Lyall triplets studied the crowd. "Doesn't seem the same, does it?" Brodey asked.

"What?"

He shrugged. "Not like the real thing."

"It's Florida in July. What the fuck you think it's supposed to be like, Edinburgh?" Cailean quipped. "I wanted to settle in Oregon when we decided to leave Maine. Noooo, you two assholes decided to move down here."

"Oh, come on, Cail. You're the one who talked Ain into moving to the States in the first place when we left Scotland. I would have been happy going to Australia," Brodey griped.

"Not this again. Ninety fucking years of you whining about the same shit. I'm tired of it. You know what they had in Australia back then? Kangaroos, koalas, crocodiles and convicts. You try mating with one of those options, be my guest, asshole."

Brodey was always sullen when he had a couple of drinks in him and hadn't been laid in a few weeks. He finished his beer and tossed the plastic cup into a nearby trash barrel. "Asshole," he grumbled.

Cailean tried to reign in his irritation. "Do us all a favor, Brodey. Go find some chick, get laid, and don't come home until you do." Brodey was the middle boy, middle being relative. Only fifteen minutes separated Cailean and Aindreas, the oldest.

But those fifteen minutes were the difference between Ain being Prime Alpha, and Cailean being the Gamma Alpha. Beta Alpha Brodey's mercurial mood swung between the two extremes, from  Cail's laid back, contemplative style, to Ain's sometimes intense kick-ass tude.

Usually, Brodey was more brawn than brain, their resident bonehead. Which was why Cail got stuck doing the bookkeeping for the ranch.

The Lyall boys were identical Alpha triplets except for their eyes. Aindreas had piercing grey eyes, while Brodey's green gaze charmed quite a few ladies. Cail's sweet brown eyes rarely failed to get him a girl--when he could get away from the ranch. They all had jet black hair as of yet untouched by grey.

Not bad, considering they'd celebrated their two-hundred-and-thirty-eighth birthday that past May and didn't look a day over thirty.

Brodey scanned the crowd. "Most of these chicks are either married or jailbait." He snorted. "Or they fell out of an ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down."

Cailean was sick of Brodey's persistent whiny bitching. "I'm going to find Ain," he grumbled. Unlike Brodey, he wore tighty-whities under his kilt, as did Aindreas. He pushed off from the light pole he was leaning against and headed toward the competition area. He heard Brodey behind him.

"Wait for me, jerk."

Cailean didn't slow his pace. It was freaking hot, and he was sick of his brother. Both of them, actually. You didn't hear him grousing. He sucked it up.

He didn't look around as he made his way through the crowd, his mind running in a way he wished his body could. He'd spent more time in the woods lately, stretching his legs and pounding through the brush until he exhausted himself.

That's why he almost missed the faint scent at first. A sweet, fragrant, clean, delicious aroma that made his mouth water and his dick stand up and scream.

He stopped in his tracks. Brodey plowed into him. "What the fuck?" Brodey griped.

Cail held up his hand and closed his eyes, turned in a slow circle, oblivious to the people around them. "Smell that?"

"Aw, fuck me, don't bust my balls--"

"Shut up. Close your eyes."

After a long moment, Brodey's hushed moan. "Holy shit!"

Cail opened his eyes. "You smell her, right?"

Brodey's eyes were still closed. And his kilt looked more than a little tented due to lack of underpinning restraint for his willful cock. "Yeah!" His green eyes popped open. "We've got to find her!"

"We need Ain."

"Fuck that, we need to find her!" Brodey frantically looked around. "Where is she? Who is she?"

Cail shook his head. "I don't know." He set off, found a stronger whiff. If it was night or no one was around, they could shift and track her. They couldn't very well change into wolves in the middle of thousands of people in a crowded fairground. Might draw some attention to themselves.

They headed off, desperate not to lose her scent, the One they'd searched for since they came of age.

Their perfect mate.

They ran, sniffing, now totally ignoring everyone else, trying to find her.

Her.

Their One.

That both of them instinctively recognized her scent--her scent--was proof enough for Cail. Plenty of times one of them had met someone, but the other two didn't react.

They had to find Her.

The men ran.

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Adult Excerpt

The restaurant lot was full. She had to park behind the building in an adjacent parking lot. At least it was shady there. The brothers parked next to her, between her car and the restaurant. Nervously trying to make small talk, she walked between them to the restaurant. While they waited to be seated she fought the urge to take and hold their hands.

What the hell was wrong with her?

They didn't take their eyes off her and that was no exaggeration. And not in a creepy, Internet stalker kind of way either. A passionate intensity that totally drenched her panties.

She hoped she didn't leave a damp spot on her skirt.

She could barely think straight around these two men. They had a three-hour meal, mostly talking instead of eating, and she learned they were cattle ranchers on the family spread in Arcadia, last of an increasingly rare breed in Florida.

"So where's your other brother?" she finally asked.

Cail, as he'd asked her to call him, shrugged. "Ain's busy. Lots of work to do." He winked. "We escaped. We're playing hooky. We wanted to see you."

She couldn't stand it anymore. "Your wives won't mind you having a long lunch with a strange woman?"

They grinned. "We're not married," Brodey said.

God, his green eyes were gorgeous!

"No girlfriends, either," he added. "Single and available."

She thought she might have moaned. Fuuuck me!

"What about you?" Cail asked, nodding toward her left hand. "How long have you been married?"

She blushed. "No, I'm not married. Not even dating."

Did both men suddenly freeze? Cail spoke again. "What about your rings?" he asked in a careful, cautious tone.

"I just wear them to keep from getting hit on. They belonged to my grandmother."

The men looked at each other and broadly grinned.

"What?" she asked.

Brodey laughed and seemed to relax. "Nothing. We just thought you were married."

"Oh, no. Never been married. Haven't had a relationship or even a date in over a year."

She couldn't put off the inevitable. "Well, thank you both, this was wonderful. I have an early day tomorrow and need to get home so I can get to bed. Three a.m. wake-ups come way too early." She'd love to crawl between the sheets with either or both men.

Her heart fluttered at the thought. Well, maybe not heart. The sensation was centered lower, between her legs.

The men paid the bill and walked her out to her car. Cail walked between the vehicles ahead of her, then turned to face her.

"You're beautiful, Elain," he whispered.

She gasped at the emotion in his voice. How could he have this effect on her? "Thank you."

She was aware of Brodey stepping close behind her. The heat from his body washed through her even though they weren't touching.

"Very beautiful," he whispered in her ear.

She closed her eyes, fully aware that she was rapidly approaching an uncharacteristic loss of control with these two guys.

When Cail kissed her, his gentle, feather-light touch made her moan. She grabbed his head and buried her fingers in his hair, crushed her lips against his.

Brodey definitely moaned behind her and pressed his body into hers. She felt his hard erection through his jeans, and as he forced her against Cail, she felt his as well.

Cail dropped to his knees. She was vaguely aware that even though they were mostly shielded by the two vehicles, they were still in public.

Brodey's hands cupped her breasts through her shirt as he pulled her against him. "Close your eyes and relax," he whispered against the side of her neck. "No one's around."

She threw her head back against his shoulder, glad to take his advice, instinctively sensing these two men wouldn't let anything bad happen to her.

Cail ducked under her skirt. She didn't protest when he tore through the crotch of her panties, then pushed her legs a little further apart. His tongue, scorching hot, circled her clit before dipping deep inside her.

She moaned. This had to be another hot dream. Shit like this just did not happen in real life!

Brodey kissed her, his tongue and hers dueling as Cail quickly brought her to the most explosive orgasm she'd ever had in her life.

Weak and unable to move, she let Brodey hold her. Cail stood, then unlocked their truck's passenger door.

"My turn," Brodey said as he effortlessly lifted her to the seat and pushed her onto her back. Before Elain could protest, he'd thrown her skirt up and buried his face between her thighs, her legs draped over his shoulders.

Elain closed her eyes and moaned. Cail's fingers laced through hers. "Give it to him, baby," he encouraged. "Jesus, you're perfect."

Brodey's tongue probed her, fucking her, then laving her clit before plunging deep inside her again.

If they were this good with their mouths...

Holy fuck!

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Adult Excerpt: Fierce Radiance

This is an excerpt from my book "Fierce Radiance," available from Siren-BookStrand.

http://www.bookstrand.com/fierce-radiance

Blurb:

[Ménage Amour: Erotic Sci-Fi Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, M/M, Dom/sub]

Being orphaned twice, tragedy defined starship captain Aine Lorcan’s early life. As a result, she buried herself in her work and earned her “Ice Queen” nickname. When she crash lands after a raider attack, it’s hunky Act’huran Commander Sammuel Jorvis who rescues her.

Sammuel and Ker have searched to find the perfect third to complete their triad. Aine first tries to fight the attraction she feels for Sammuel before giving in to his sinfully hot brand of persuasion. Meeting Ker only cements the love she has for the men and her feeling of belonging.

When duty calls and the Confederation wants her back, she wages a war of conscience. Stay with her men, or fulfill the legacy her two fathers died to help her achieve? Now with one of her men in danger, will Aine’s love burn out, or will she live up to her reputation of Fierce Radiance?

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Adult Excerpt

Her first good look of Ker’s naked body filled her with need…and a good kind of fear. Even flaccid, his cock looked huge.

Her pulse raced as desire wound through her, coiling tight and fast as she felt Sammuel’s thoughts, his eagerness to finally make her theirs. Then both men climbed onto the bed. Ker reached for her.

She welcomed his hungry kiss as if she’d kissed him a thousand times before. Sammuel helped her out of the coat, then began to unbutton her shirt.

Ker smiled as he lifted his head. “Ah, my Sammuel is very ingenious. You did not often wear trousers, did you?”

“No,” she admitted. “He preferred easy access.”

Ker laughed. “I wonder where he developed that fondness?”

Sammuel smiled. “I can blame you for that, then, Master?”

“Of course, love.”

Once she lay naked between them, Ker spent long minutes letting his hands roam her body, gently caressing her all over, familiarizing himself with her.

“You are so beautiful, Ki’ato. And already your eyes have turned. What color were they?”

Before she could answer, Sammuel must have mentally replied. “Ah, I see. They were beautiful then. They are even more so now.”

Sammuel changed position, cradling her in his arms while Ker knelt between her legs. “You are sure this is what you want?” Ker asked.

“No offense guys, but please! Yes, it’s what I want!”

Ker smiled and looked at Sammuel. “You have had your hands full.”

“You have noooo idea, Master.”

Ker heartily laughed. “Excellent.” He leaned in and kissed her. “Do you understand what is to happen?”

“Hopefully you’re about to fuck my brains out.”

“Very true. This first time must be…” He looked at Sammuel. She sensed another silent communication. “He told you about our first time together, when I claimed him.”

“Yes.”

“Then you understand what will happen. I must claim you, then we take you together.”

She didn’t care. All she wanted was a dick inside her to scratch the erotic itch threatening to take her sanity. “Fine! Do it! Please!”

He bent to one of her nipples and teased it with his lips and tongue and teeth until it stood taut. He repeated with the other. Each deliciously hot pull of his mouth against her breast coiled her need more tightly within her.

He nuzzled her chest. “Are you wet for me, Ki’ato?”

“Yes!”

He pushed her thighs farther apart and began stroking his cock with his hand. It grew, thickened, hardened as he pulled on it, milking it, slicking himself with pre-come. She hadn’t seen it in its erect entirety earlier, and its massive proportions widened her eyes.

He smiled. “Relax.” He pressed forward, the large head bumping against her body, rubbing it between her labia until he was in position. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted her legs, spreading her even wider. His eyes never left hers. “Hard and fast, Ki’ato,” he said. “This time.”

She nodded and reached behind her for Sammuel’s comforting strength.

He plunged into her. She gasped, then realized he wasn’t splitting her apart at the seams as she’d worried. Filled her, yes, almost uncomfortably so, even more than when Sammuel’s large member claimed her. The first stroke plunged deeper than she knew even Sammuel had gone.

Sammuel laced his fingers through hers and bent his lips to her ear. “You are ours,” he murmured.

Ker lifted her off the bed as he thrust, her ass resting on his massive thighs as his balls slapped her flesh with every stroke. She immediately felt the anticipated warm flood, her body opening for him as she arched her back and tried to take him even deeper.

Ker said something to Sammuel in Act’huran. Sammuel kissed her. “Come hard, now!”

Even her toes curled as she screamed, the coiled wire suddenly snapping at his command. Ker’s fingers dug into her thighs as her body clamped down on him, hard, only strengthening the force of her climax.

Sammuel squeezed her hands. “Come again, now!”

She sobbed as her body obeyed him while Ker still fucked her, driving his seed deep into her body.

Ker said something else.

“One more. Come now!”

She closed her eyes as exquisitely painful pleasure rippled through her body. Her muscles clenched tightly around his already huge cock when she felt him harden, grow even larger as he pounded into her body. Then he let out a roar and thrust one last time, deeper than before, and a hot gush of his seed filled her womb.

She felt herself lifted into Ker’s arms. “Wrap your legs around me,” he ordered.

She did, letting her head limply rest on his shoulder. His arms encircled her, and she felt him move, carrying her still impaled upon his member.

He sat. She cracked her eyes open just enough to realize he’d moved them to the chair.

Okay, that’s all she wanted to know. She closed her eyes again and shivered, truly exhausted, ready for sleep.

He said something to Sammuel in Act’huran, and a moment later she felt a blanket tenderly draped over her shoulders. Sammuel kissed her cheek. “You were beautiful, love.”

Her mind churned even as she felt safe and cherished in Ker’s arms, his cock tightly knotted inside her, joining them.

Ker stroked her back. “I love you so much, Aine,” he said as he kissed her forehead. “You are so beautiful, perfect, wonderful.”

She felt new whispers in her mind, different from Sammuel’s presence.

“Yes,” Ker softly said. “This soon. What Sammuel started, we are completing. Almost, still something else we must do.”

She didn’t care. She felt like she floated in his arms even as his cock continued to pulse and throb within her. This had to be the most perfect moment of her life.

Sammuel stood behind her, his body pressed against her back. Ker stroked her cheek. “Open.”

She did and felt Sammuel shift position. His cock brushed her lips.

Automatically, her lips took him in, her tongue sweeping across the slit to immediately taste him before sucking.

****

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New blog post at Write Your Ass Off: Apostrophes

I've got a new blog post up at the Write Your Ass Off site on apostrophes:

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/apostrophes.html

Wednesday (11/16) web chat!

Make sure to join me Wednesday, 11/16, at the Righteous Perverts site (http://righteousperverts.com/) for a web chat. The fun starts at 8pm central, 9pm eastern. It's going to be a lot of fun!

Shoot. Me. Now. Please.

Well, I got the bright idea that we should try to waterproof the shower here. You know, to, oh, say, make it actually easy to bathe. (Keep in mind this is a sixty year-old house I inherited from my grandparents.) All my life I've taken sit-down showers or tub baths in this bathroom, ever since I was a kid, because the wallboard wasn't really waterproof. I decided to rectify that, since while Hubby and I do like to shower together, it's a pain in the ass to stand there and hold the shower head for each other.

So last weekend, Sir busted His ass helping us, got the shower done, replaced the cartridges in the shower tree (the old ones were shot, but we didn't want to have to pull the piping out of the wall and redo it), and I said I'd take it from there. I decided to replace the sink and put new beaded board paneling up, paint it, etc.

Ha. Hahahahahaha. I'm a really fuuuuunny woman, yes I am.

After screaming bloody murder at sixty year-old steel pipe fittings that didn't want to break loose (this was after I had to tear half the wall paneling out to get to them) and converting them over to CPVC lines and fittings (the old ones would require cutting into the cabinet because they came in too high), and fighting with the NEW valves that didn't want to stop leaking (pipe dope is now my friend), and replacing the old toilet valve and supply line (figured if the damn wall was out, might as well while I was there) I got the new sink and new vanity in. (The old sink was wall-hung with two legs in the front.)

Here's where the fun begins.

The damn cold water supply line was too short, because once I got the valve to stop leaking, it was at an odd angle and I didn't want to risk loosening it just to get it in the right place. So I needed a longer supply line. And the drain pipe entered the wall at a funky angle (steel pipe) so I had to play Frankenstein with the P-trap and a flexi-pipe to get THAT to fit. I got the WRONG fucking size. Turns out our sink is 1-1/4" from drain to wall, whereas many are 1-1/4 at the drain and 1-1/2 at the wall.


Oh, what's this puddle of water? It's...

The fucking TOILET TANK leaking from a hairline crack on the side.

GRRRRRR.

BACK to the home improvement store I go Thursday night, it was past 8 o'clock and no. Fucking. Way was I even going to attempt a toilet replacement at that time of night.

Did I mention I am in severe pain due to I'm in a fibro flare?


At this point, we'd been three days without a bathroom sink. Finally got THAT working last night after finding the right parts to make it work in ways that would probably make a licensed plumber's eye twitch. I. Don't. Care. It works, it drains, and it doesn't fucking leak. Ask me if I give a shit what it looks like.

I don't.

Mind you, this project started last weekend.

So today I finished getting the rest of the bathroom paneling in, get the backsplash up, get a coat of paint slapped up, get most of the new flooring in. Run back to the home improvement store for moulding. Parents come over for dinner at 6. I wanted to get another coat of paint up tonight before collapsing in a Percocet-induced lack of pain, but...

Oh, wait. What's this?

The light switch no longer works.

Fuck.

Me.

Yes, I tried changing the bulb. The switch, the original sixty year-old switch, has died.

I fucking give up.

And yes, the toilet is still leaking. Only now it's not leaking as much and looks like it has white warts all over the outside of it from the epoxy putty. Eventually it'll be some New Age artsy looking thing, with more epoxy than tank visible. (The toilet is a four-bolt, they don't make that kind anymore. That's why I don't want to try to mess with replacing it right now.)

Percocet, here I come. I'd be willing to bet my grandfather is looking down on me and laughing his ass off.

My advice? Ignore reviews.

I see a few topics come up from time to time on a regular basis from new authors, so I thought I'd blog about it. Topic: reviews.

When you're a new author, you bite your nails and pray the first reviews (professional or reader) come through positive. It's easy for a neutral or negative review to send you plummeting to the depths of despair.

Here's a secret: Reviews don't matter. At all.

If you truly want to be a professional author, develop a thick skin now, because the sad truth is that you will find plenty of people who seem to derive sadistic joy in leaving low ratings, usually without an explanation. Some will leave negative reviews explaining why, and most of those will be little more than barely-legible rants. Even sadder? Some of those reviews will come from review sites.

Good reviews will, at best, give you a momentary blip of an increase in sales. Negative reviews, especially if it's outlandish enough, will more often than not also give you a momentary blip of an increase in sales. (Believe me, readers will see through those snarky, childish slam reviews. You don't need to fight the battle for them, and it will only make you look bad because you cannot win.)

And there are people who apparently have grudges against certain genres or publishers or whatever, and who will, on sites like Goodreads, leave 1- or 2-star reviews without any explanation. I'm talking if you look at their profile, they will rank a WIDE swath of books with 1's and 2's with no explanation whatsoever. (As opposed to people who will leave a reasoned review.) Apparently it's a childish sport they enjoy, and they think they're getting away with it, when the truth is, most professional authors ignore them, if they even see them. (So those of you childish tools who get your jollies doing just that, I've got news for you, you're just spinning your wheels. Hate to disappoint you, but your efforts aren't working.)

So here's the thing you need to do: IGNORE reviews. If you get a good review, fine, quote a snippet from it. Treat negative reviews as if they don't exist. Do not argue with them, don't fight them, don't respond to them. PERIOD. Believe me, I've seen plenty of author meltdowns that went badly, and the readers WILL remember a public author meltdown and blacklist you, but they most likely won't even see the negative review that was left in the first place if you ignore it. If they see it, chances are, they won't even remember it. OR, if it's outrageous enough, they'll buy your book just to see what the fuss is about.

That's a win, my friends.

So laugh off bad reviews. Seriously. Chalk it up to you have officially joined the ranks of professional authors and act professionally: ignore the bad. Do not live and die by reviews. Don't let them ruin your day. Do what I did, and eagerly anticipate your first bad review, because it means you've made it.

Last Day: "Cross Country Chaos" at 50% off!

Today is the last day to get my book "Cross Country Chaos" (writing as Lesli Richardson) at a 50% discount from Siren-BookStrand!

http://www.bookstrand.com/cross-country-chaos

Blurb:

Divorced mom Kelly Alexander wants her younger son, Denny, who is in a wheelchair due to spina bifida, to participate in sports. Kelly finds out about the Junior National Disability Games, but they're in Spokane, Washington, a continent away from her Florida home. She's clueless about what to do next.

Mart Rawlings is a single, handsome wheelchair athlete who volunteers to coach Denny and helps him qualify--and falls hard for Kelly. But past heartache over her cheating ex fuels Kelly's reluctance to get personally involved with him.

Kelly must survive a grueling cross country drive to Nationals with her sons and mother, but more importantly, can she make herself take a chance on love?

Cross Country Chaos is a funny, passionate, and at times cringingly honest story of healing broken hearts, rebuilding trust, finding love in unexpected places, and realizing sometimes the greatest disability is between a person's ears, not their body.

You can find all my Siren releases as Tymber Dalton, Macy Largo, and Tessa Monroe on my Siren page at:

http://www.bookstrand.com/tymber-dalton

New blog post at Write Your Ass Off: Siglines

I've got a new blog post up on the WriteYourAssOff.com website about the proper use of siglines as a marketing tool for writers:

http://writeyourassoff.blogspot.com/2011/11/siglines-simple-is-better.html

The Romance Convention, coming soon!

I'm so excited! My publisher Siren-BookStrand has asked me to be one of the speakers at their first ever romance convention!

http://www.theromanceconvention.com/

Details to follow once I know more, but mark your calendars for August 17-18, 2012, and plan to join me and a bunch of my other fellow Siren-BookStrand authors in Texas for a sizzling hot time! :)

Mixed blessings.

Well, the good news is, my doctor called me and told me that one of the biopsies was clear. The other showed "mild dysplasia," but not as severe as the biopsy results from last year. So she wants to see me in six months to follow up. Haven't heard back on my mammogram yet.

Not exactly the news I wanted to hear, but I'll take the win and keep my fingers crossed for six months.

Hubby's back from Ohio, where he went to visit his sons and the granddaughters. He got to go trick-or-treating with the girls, and had fun until they got rained out.

Had a fantastic phone call from one of my publishers tonight, don't have all the details yet, but once I do I'll share them. :)

Woot! Great review for "Stoneface!"

*Snoopy Dancing* I just received a 5-cherry review for "Stoneface" from the Long and Short of It Whipped Cream review site:

http://whippedcream2.blogspot.com/2011/11/stoneface-by-tymber-dalton.html

Ms. Dalton wrote an enthralling tale that showcased her ability to write believable characters with emotions and depth. She captures your attention and you feel like you are a part of their journey and tribulations.

Stoneface is an exceptionally well written story. The love and pain these three characters share is so strong and touching, all you can do is open your heart to them. This is another Dalton tale that will forever be a part of my collection.

Click here to buy "Stoneface."