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I’m thrilled to have Charlotte Stein guest blogging here on my lil’ ol blog! Ms Stein says some awfully nice things about me–I feel I should bribe her in retrospect. And if you haven’t already, follow her on Twitter. I do. Frankly, she’s awesome and funny and smart and she wrote a book with zombies and hawt loving and…why am I doing all the talking? Without further bla bla, check out Charlotte’s post:
Reawakening by Charlotte Stein
I absolutely love Amy. Mainly because she’s orsum, but also because she wrote a book called My Alien Threesome. I can’t tell you how hard I hammered on the to buy button when I saw a book called that.
It just has everything! All of my passions, rolled into one. I love threesomes, I love aliens, and I love heroines who are excited about both these things. And you can tell the heroine is excited from that title alone.
Plus, she’s a fantastic writer. I love the first person, and she does it very well in the aforementioned book. And it’s funny, too!
So imagine my delight when she said I could guest on her blog! My delight was great. My delight is now wondering why I’m not talking about my own book – the one I’m here to promote.
*trailer voice*
IN A WORLD TORN APART –
Nah, I’m just kidding with you. I’m terrible at promoting my own stuff, so I’ll just let you know that’s it a novel set during the zombie apocalypse, and my heroine and heroes learn to cope with the trauma of this by having hot monkey sex a lot. Hooray!
Here’s the blurb:
June has spent the last two years of her life trying to avoid death at the hands of murderous psychopaths and ravening zombies. So when Jamie turns up on the scene, careless, still whole and promising her safety on a little paradise island, she isn’t quite sure she can trust him. Especially when he tells her that it’s just him, and his equally big, burly, handsome friend Blake.
But Jamie and Blake are even better than her wildest dreams—sweet and funny and charming. And worst of all: sexy as hell. Though they’re trying to be gentlemanly with her, all she can think about is how much she wants to get tangled up in them, and forget the nightmare the world has become. She’s waiting for her reawakening—back to life and happiness and love.
And they seem like just the right sort of men to wake her—body and soul.
All June could think was—Kelsey is dead, Kelsey is dead, Kelsey is dead—while the image of the ravening hordes feasting on Kelsey’s body played behind her eyes. She tried to shut it off, keep it down, keep running before they got to her, but Kelsey’s blood was still wet and all over her right arm.
And if Jamie hadn’t shot Kelsey—right as she was still screaming, and begging for help—she’d be one of them, now. That’s what happened. Once they bit you or bled on you or hell, spat on you, you had maybe thirty seconds.
Before you turned.
She needed to stop, just stop for a second. Lean against something and catch her breath. But Jamie had somehow led them into this building and he just kept running and running—only up instead of out.
June didn’t even know if Jamie was really his name, or if he was leading them right into a dead end. But he kept going, none-the-less.
She could hear the hordes, busting through the door below. He’d barred it, but they were coming in anyway, to this place that was an almost total deathtrap. The staircase was narrow and blanketed in darkness, one winding section after the next. Even if she dared to pause and look over the railing, she wouldn’t be able to see them until they were almost on her.
“Jamie, wait!” she shouted, but not because things would be easier if he had hold of her hand or was there to comfort her in this dire hour of need. She’d made it this far, on her own.
Or at least, she’d made it this far, with Kelsey.
No, it was just that—if he kept going, eventually they’d be trapped, on the roof. And she couldn’t have that. That was one of her and Kelsey’s rules—don’t run to someplace with only one exit.
Only it was just her rule, now. This guy, this Jamie…he didn’t seem to have any rules. He’d decided to run to the roof of a twenty story building then potentially wait outside until the hordes pushed through a probably very flimsy fire door.
Kelsey had said to her. She had said—wait. He’s as crazy as they are. A safe island? He’s nuts. We can’t go with him. He’s probably an insane apocalypse rapist.
And she’d been right, God help her. Maybe not about the insane apocalypse rapist part, but even so and besides—there was still time for that. He could be anyone, be into anything. He could have planned this all along…Kelsey’s death, the run to the roof…hell, maybe he had a whole party of insane assholes up there, just waiting to do horrible things to her.
Even if that was as nuts as he now seemed. Why would he trap himself on the roof, just to have a little fun with her? Nothing in her head was functioning in quite the way it should. Connections had been lost. Wiring had come loose.
She still called out to him again, when they got to the level before the last one. Her voice came out hoarse and breathless, burning lungs making everything difficult, Kelsey in her mind making everything worse. But somehow the words emerged.
“Jamie, stop. Take the nineteenth floor exit, okay—we can go back down on the other side of the building—answer me, fuck!”
He did, then. She heard him call out over her own shrieking breaths, the pounding of her sneakers on stone, and the sounds of the once-were-people below, slathering and barking like animals.
There were two cracks, like he’d fired her gun into the stairwell. Though she couldn’t see where he was shooting or at what. Then—
“Just keep following me, June-bug—come on!”
Only it sounded more like come own, because of the Texan twang Kelsey had sworn up and down was fake. And he’d called her June-bug again, because he was crazy, he was crazy, oh dear Lord he was probably leading them to their deaths.
This was all just some final mad hurrah. He was suicidal, and this was how he wanted to go out. Death by stairs or death by zombies—because they were zombies, no matter how much she tried to pretend otherwise—or even worse, death by roof.
Was that what he was going to do? Hurl himself off? Plummet to his untimely end? She didn’t know. All she could really think about was how close the first ravening cannibal was getting, and how unfit she really was. She’d started believing all the cardio was really beginning to pay off, but as it turned out, eighteen flights of stairs and she was out for the count. Her heart clawed at her ribcage. Her thigh muscles screamed and screamed.
While her zombie pals kept coming and coming, as though the stairs were nothing, really. Why, leaping up eighteen flights was like a morning stroll to them! They could have climbed these stairs forever and still had the wherewithal to eat her innards, once they got their claw-like hands on her.
She hit the fire door to the roof just as one of said claw-like hands brushed the back of her shirt.
It made everything inside her leap, including the heart she’d thought had escaped. Whenever they got really close—that was when you realized just how terrible they were. How awful the world had become. How much it wasn’t like a movie at all, but like a constant and unbearable pressure against your sanity, always threatening to make you go over.
She felt like going over, when the door wouldn’t close on them. For a second of pushing and heaving with their hands coming through and all over her, her mind tried to fly away. It told her to start screaming uncontrollably, while clawing at herself—that doing so would really be her best bet. No more running constantly. No more pain over Kelsey—and before Kelsey, Joanne and Pat and the old lady whose name she never learned.
Just peace, finally. One moment of agony, then peace.
Only it wouldn’t be, would it? No, it wouldn’t be. If she stopped pushing at the door and jamming it at them and just God, let the door snap their arms, let it crush them, let it kill them all forever, if she stopped…they’d turn her into one of them. And no matter how much she tried to let it hurt her that Jamie had pointed the gun and shot Kelsey between the eyes, it didn’t. It couldn’t.
Being one of them was worse. After all, it could have been that they’d caught a disease. It might have been that they were infected with something—like in 28 Days Later, rather than Night of the Living Dead. But part of her wondered whenever she stared into their hollow, ink-black eyes, if they’d simply lost their souls.
He looked like it. The one who’d managed to squeeze his mottled face into the crack she was struggling to close in the door. He had no pupils, no irises, no whites to his eyes. It was all just blackness, empty and weirdly unseeing, as though they operated on no more than a bloodlust now. Like upright land sharks roaming the land, blindly searching out prey.
She wrenched the door from him for just an instant then smashed it back into his face. It was a risky move, but oh so worth it. Worth it for the satisfaction, worth it for Kelsey, worth it for everything these things had taken from everyone. People’s souls hadn’t left. These things had stolen them.
And when it slithered away and the door quite abruptly shut, the idea didn’t go with it. It stayed, and festered—so much so that she wanted to open the door for one mad moment, just to smash it back in their faces again, and again, and again.
She wanted to, but Jamie was calling to her. And other sounds were starting to flood through her now, too, other big, big sounds that she should have noticed ages ago.
At first she thought it was some kind of weapon. That he’d found a chainsaw or a pneumatic drill or a wood chipper. Something he’d known was up here all along for them to use against the enemy.
But then the wind whipped up and she turned to see something far more incredible than a zombie eating wood chipper. It was so incredible that she forgot the zombies battering on the fire door, for a second. They’d bust through it soon enough because although they couldn’t figure out handles, the sheer pressure of them would figure out the release bar.
Though it didn’t seem to matter. For the first time in these two years of hell, it didn’t matter. She found herself laughing out loud, high and probably hysterical.
Jamie had only gone and gotten himself a helicopter. And not only that, but he apparently knew how to fly a helicopter. The rotors were going. They were kicking up the fine gravel that lined the roof of whatever building this was, and he was yelling to her—
“Come on, June-bug, get your ass in here!”
She thought of him talking about the island. About his buddy who was waiting for them. How they’d just wanted to find survivors, and populate their safe haven, and how crazy that had sounded when he first started yakking about it.
Then she ran to him.
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Thanks for having me, Amy!
You are quite welcome, Charlotte. I’ll pimp any book that makes me hide under the bed covers–and I mean that in the bestest of ways
Reawakening sounds fantastic and is already a bestseller at All Romance Ebooks! I’m so going to get that one. Rock on, Ms. Stein!!
To celebrate my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Sextricity, I’m giving away a copy of one of my ebooks. (Including Sextricity). Winner’s choice. If one of the short stories (Quickies) catches your interest–you can pick two of those if you win! Have a look at the bookshelf.
Sextricity — Erotic Contemporary Romance with Paranormal Elements. Length Short Novel:
Jillian has a five-octave voice, a singing gig at a diamond exhibition in Hong Kong and a nonexistent sex life. During the flight to Hong Kong, she meets an electrifyingly sexy stranger. She’s never experienced sexual energy so intense. She falls deeply into a charged affair with many firsts—first orgasm, first-time sex in a bathroom stall, first time throwing all caution to the wind. He’s the best lover she’s ever had—and unbeknownst to Jillian, he’s also the most deadly.
Parker can control and harness electricity. It makes him a talented thief. Until he meets Jillian. His ability goes haywire and sparks are flying, literally. Seducing her out of her clothes while trying not to kill her is a challenge he’s willing to take. Jolt by sensual jolt, he breaks through her sexual inhibitions. Lust, not love, is his goal. He plans to steal diamonds, not her heart.
But with sex so powerfully addicting, even the best-laid plans can change.
A note for those who think this book sounds slightly familiar: it was previously published, but I smacked the story over the head, turned it inside out and upside down—kinda like the Extreme Makeover Erotic Romance Edition—and now it’s perfection. In any case, Ellora’s Cave thought so and offered me a contract for it.
To enter the contest just say hi in the comment!
Optional, since the hero in Sextricity can control electrical energy, I’d love to know about a superpower you’d like to have!
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Giveaway closed.
Thanks to everyone who commented!
I made a list, entered your name twice if applicable. I used Random.org and decided to have two winners for the giveaway. So, randomly selected, those two commenter won their choice of ebook from my bookshelf:
1. Mrs. Missive
2. Ju Dimello
I’ve emailed both, but in case my email got lost, please be in touch: amy-nospam@amyredwood.com (Please remove -nospam from the email shown.)
I heart you all for stopping by and loved reading your comments! (And thanks to everyone who read Sextricity and wrote me that you enjoyed it—you guys made my day!)
I just found out that my latest release with Ellora’s Cave is going to hit the virtual shelf on April 29! And that’s in, holy wow, four days.
Sextricity is a contemporary erotic romance, but the hero rocks some extra special super powers–he can control electrical energy. Go ahead, read the complete Chapter One of Sextricity here on my blog, I know you want to
If you’re on my contest newsletter subscriber list, you’ll probably get an email about a giveaway soon!
It’s been a bit quiet here on this blog. But, well, I’ve been writing. And on March 18, I have a new release with Ellora’s Cave. It’s a hot Quickie, called My Alien Threesome. (The story is loosely related to Alien Best Man.)
Space pilot Kyra fears that sleeping with her partner is a bad idea. She’s right.
When a wedding takes her to planet Dezra, she’s soon pursued by a sexy alien male. Someone should have told her not to drink the local aphrodisiac. It creates an internal inferno that has her panting for sex. Luckily, there’s that sexy alien to ease her sensual ache. Unluckily, there’s also her former partner, who broke her heart. But he wants her back, at all costs. Even if he has to share her with another male first.
And, wouldn’t you know it, you can get Sinful Intentions as a paperback now.
To Catch a Thief, my latest contemporary erotic romance, is now available from Ellora’s Cave! It’s a short, hot and fun story about a thief caught red-handed and the man who… well, read a sneak peek of chapter one here and find out.
Chapter One
No one had ever caught her.
But when she walked through the doors of the flower shop, a slow, lopsided grin turned up one corner of his mouth.
“Need help?”
Chloe declined his standard greeting with a shake of her head. He looked as if he knew what she was about to do, which was ridiculous.
Every space inside the shop was stacked with potted plants and large ferns, making the air earthy and humid. The mixed scent of hundreds of fresh flowers could bring her to her knees. Just one, she thought, touching the soft petals only with her gaze, just one perfect bloom. She planned to take her time, sink her nose in the soft flower heads and pick a single stem.
A hand came down on her shoulder. “Looking for anything specific?”
She gritted her teeth, hearing his deep voice. He’d never really noticed her before, so why today? She turned around slowly, looking up to meet his dark gaze. A curiously knowing spark was in his eyes.
Nervous, she took a step back as she thought on how many times she’d fantasized about his lean, muscled body and his full lips.
“Just browsing, thanks.” Fantasizing was fine, but she’d rather sidestep talking to him—the risk was too great.
“Well, we’ll find something to please you, I’m sure.” He picked a stem out of a vase. “A tiger lily maybe?”
Water dripped down, hitting the top of her feet, and then trickled into her sandals while he held the bright orange flower under her nose and brushed her mouth with the velvety petals. She couldn’t help inhaling the fragrance.
“No, thanks,” she said, her stomach flipping, spreading warmth, and watched him return the flower to the vase.
“Look,” he said, his fingers brushing over her cheek. She sucked in her breath at the sensation. “You have pollen from the lily clinging to your skin.” He held his hand up.
Faint yellow dust clung to his long, slender fingers. She’d dreamed about feeling his fingers inside her too many times not to be unsettled if faced with the real thing. The heat from her belly moved lower, hit her core.
The entrance bell chimed. She couldn’t see all the way to the front door but, clearly, a new customer had entered the shop. Maybe he’d stop focusing on her now.
“I’ll be right back.” Leaving her in front of the vases, he looked once more over his shoulder. “Don’t you run away.”
“Wouldn’t count on that,” she said under her breath. Peeking around the corner, she watched as he talked to a woman with a toddler hanging onto her hand.
She flexed her fingers, her palms itching to close around a flower. Her fingers wandered over the silky petals, and she gave him another glance. He wrapped a bunch of tea roses, exchanged money and, with something like impatience, showed the woman and her child out the door.
Tense, she waited with bated breath for his return. But he stepped around the counter and vanished behind a curtain where she pictured the storage room.
Perfect timing.
Quickly, she snatched a stem and tickled her nose with the dark purple petals of a tulip. The sweet perfume revived her senses, and she held the long stem more tightly in her hand. This…this was it. The shot of adrenaline pulsed through her blood, making her skin tingle and flush while her mind calculated the odds of being caught. It sent her entire body into a higher state of awareness. She would never give it up. Nothing had ever felt better. And doing it right under his nose was the jewel in the crown.
Taking long strides, she approached the door and tried to turn the handle. She rattled the doorknob. It didn’t move an inch. Her heart skipped a beat. The shop sign was turned to spell Closed. Why was the shop suddenly closed?
“Let’s talk.”
She swiveled around at the sound of his voice, gripped the tulip harder when she spotted him just three steps away. His arms were crossed in front of his chest, his eyebrows raised. One look at the insolent smile on his face and she knew she was fucked. Then she spotted the coil of packing rope in his hands and a tingle of foreboding trickled down her spine. But she wouldn’t show him her sudden fear, no matter how trapped she might be. She grew calm. The same calmness one could find in the eye of a hurricane.
“Open the door.”
“I don’t think so.” He walked toward her and pried the flower from her fingers, held it to his nose. “Did you know that tulips are the symbol of the perfect lover?”
“Fascinating.” She shifted on her feet, his comment hitting too close to home. When she’d thought about him, he’d been exactly that—the perfect lover. Now he had turned into the perfect annoyance. “Why did you close the door?”
“You know why.”
“How should I?” He had nothing on her. What could he do?
“You’re a thief.” He stretched out the hand holding the tulip and traced the soft petals along her cheekbones before he slapped the flower against her cheek. “And you deserve to be punished.”
To Catch a Thief, Ellora’s Cave.
To celebrate my latest release from Ellora’s Cave, Alien Best Man, I’m giving away a copy of one of my ebooks. Winner’s choice. Have a look at the bookshelf. In case you like to read an erotic sci-fi romance (menage, light BDSM), you might want to check out Alien Best Man:
When Jana leaves Earth to get married, she discovers that her fiancé has kept a secret. On his planet, the groom isn’t the only one having sex with the bride. It’s the best man’s privilege too. And the best man is someone she knows. And fears.
The best man takes what he wants—and he wants Jana. In his bed, she embraces both males and her darkest desires. And she experiences how pleasurable the use of a riding crop can be when wielded by a dominant alien.
This story is a Quickie–meaning short and hot. You can find a longer excerpt at the Ellora’s Cave site.
To enter in the giveaway just say hi in the comment You could tell me your favorite romance genre, e.g. sci-fi, contemporary or paranormal or…, because I’m nosy like that, but that’s totally up to you.
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ETA: Giveaway now closed.
I made a list, entered your name twice (if applicable), waved my magic wand, and then used the more reliable Random.org to determine the winner(s).
The commenter who won her choice of e-book from my bookshelf is:
Valerie (from Germany! Hi Germany! *waves*)
And, as I usually always do in my giveaways, I randomly selected a second winner and that is:
Caitie
I’ve contacted both of you, but in case my email doesn’t reach you, you can email me at:
amy-nospam@amyredwood.com (Please remove -nospam from the email shown.)
Thanks to everyone who commented! I really appreciated you all stopping by.
Alien Best Man released today from Ellora’s Cave, yay.
When Jana leaves Earth to get married, she discovers that her fiancé has kept a secret. On his planet, the groom isn’t the only one having sex with the bride. It’s the best man’s privilege too. And the best man is someone she knows. And fears.
The best man takes what he wants—and he wants Jana. In his bed, she embraces both males and her darkest desires. And she experiences how pleasurable the use of a riding crop can be when wielded by a dominant alien.
As both the cover and blurb hint at, this is a naughty menage short story. There are elements of BDSM and a very dominant alpha (alien), so please read at your own risk, you’ve been warned. This is my first sci-fi release and I’m pretty exited about it.
On a side note, because I don’t want to put up two extra posts bragging about recent reviews, Sinful Intentions received a Top Pick from Night Owl Romance! And today I saw that Whipped Cream gave the story 5 Cherries!
So, you see, I’m feeling pretty good today, not to mention that it’s my mom’s birthday, so there absolutely will be cake!
Dark Diva Review gave Sinful Intentions 5 Delightful Divas and a Recommended Read.
Oooh, I adored Sinful Intentions! Paranormal, romantic and erotic, oh yeah… This is one of the best shifter romances I’ve read in a while!
Katherine flees New York bound for New Zealand when her fiance cheats on her. Now Katherine is out for revenge. When she ends up sharing a cab with Trent and things get sexual in her hotel room, she doesn’t have any reservations about having intimate relations with him. Trent isn’t interested in a long-term relationship with Katherine, so at first he doesn’t tell her the truth about his “wolfish” ways. As their lives start to intertwine, they can’t seem to get enough of each other. The sex is often and explicit and Trent’s inner wolf is very aggressive with Katherine. He’s an alpha male and Amy Redwood makes this story sizzling hot. Trent is very sexual and in turn makes Katherine very sexual also.
Get out your fans ladies. No imagination is needed here and it’s very easy to get all hot-and-bothered with this one-lol! This should definitely be added to your Must Read pile! I’m already recommending it to my fellow romance book lovers, so grab this one now!
My thanks to Shelly for reviewing Sinful Intentions!
The Romance Studio gave Sinful Intentions 5 Hearts. Thanks!
Two strangers meet and end up sharing a cab. One is running away from heartbreak while the other is not quite human. Mix this brew together and we will have a story of conflict and mayhem. Katherine has set out on her honeymoon trip to prove something to herself while Trent returns home to finish some business. Add in some instant attraction and a one night stand filed with heady sex and mixed emotions and we have lots of sinful intentions. Once Katherine and Trent embark on this rollercoaster both will find themselves falling into a deep chasm.
Sinful Intentions is an apt description for this book. Both characters in this story have some major emotional issues. Katherine couldn’t help using the F bomb every time she thought of her cheating fiancé and at times I found it quite funny, but also a little sad. Facing major emotional conflicts relating to her ex fiancé while indulging in sexual romps with Trent was a constant nagging issue. Trent believe that Katherine wasn’t over her fiancé and thought Katherine was just using him to scratch an itch and get back at her fiancé. Unfortunately, both Katherine and Trent were fighting not to fall in love, and this caused great pain and emotional stress to both of them. Lets face it, no one can tell what tomorrow will bring. Sometimes we get thrown a curve ball that some of us don’t recover from. I enjoyed reading this book, it kept you guessing and wondering how this couple will endure the trials they face.
Overall rating:
Sensuality rating: Explicit
Reviewer: Margo Arthur
That’s a very thoughtful review and it made my day/week
Visit me at Tracy Cooper-Posey’s blog this coming Friday, August 6!
There’s an interview with me, I talk a bit about my new release Sinful Intentions and I’m giving away one of my backlist titles to a random commenter.
In other news, it’s close to 120 F out there and I’m hiding inside my air-conditioned writer’s cave…and just noticed that I’ve run out of coffee and black tea. And I need a caffeine fix badly. So, provided I’ll survive the trip through the heat to the grocery store, stop by and say hello to me at Tracey’s blog next Friday
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