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  Greetings fans! Welcome to Rawiya’s!

This is supposed to be Wind Down Wednesday but I’m also hosting BL’s Wicked Women Wednesday since she has NNP on her blog. Today, she’s doing a post about one of my favorite topics. IR MM Romances. Take it away BL!

Thanks Rawiya. Hi everyone. I love Rawiya’s new digs! I’ll be here often! LOL

Today, a little post about interracial manlove which surrounds my little romantic comedy from Rebel Ink, My Lieutenant. A while back, my sister muse, Rawiya did a post asking where are all the IR romances . Is this something that is still not widely accepted? Yes, sadly it is, since the world is full of idiots with closed minds. However, in the world of writing, erotica romance in particular are there more authors doing multicultural romances? That is a resounding yes, and even more since she did that post on IRM.  Readers chimed in with comments about some of the best IR m/m romances out there.


One author in particular that all the muses are fans of is Remmy Duchene. Remmy does the bm/wm and or interracial as good as anyone, and his style of writing is a joy to read. Now, I’m not saying that I wanted to copy Remmy’s style but I definitely wanted a hot romance, minus the gay or racial stereotypes, something I haven’t found in any of his books. Rawiya will actually talk about that more in an upcoming post on Erotic Diaries.

Back to ML. In my romance, I also wanted to keep the stereotypes out and focus on them as characters. Not that fact that Nathan was a white man or that Bryan was black. In fact, I believe the book only mentions their races maybe 2-3 times in total. Why? Because the focus should be on them as people and not as a black and white man falling in love.

Before I start sounding more like Michael Mandrake, let me quit while I’m ahead and say to expect more from my lovely couple. There is another book coming from Bryant’s POV. Bryant, the Lieutenant and his lover, Nathan who finally let go of his fears to fall in love.

Regardless of same sex, same race, or not, that’s what writing erotica romance should come down to and hopefully, the two can be happily ever after or at least happy for now.

By the way, Cass did a wonderful IR romance herself called Power Struggle. It’s still my fave book by her.

Hope you enjoyed this post. Here is a bit from My Lieutenant! My Silver Star and Number 4 on Bookstrand in Mainstream gay romance.  Squee!



Amazon – http://www.amazon.com/My-Lieutenant-ebook/dp/B00628S0TM/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1

Are http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-mylieutenant-625417-148.html

Bookstrand http://www.bookstrand.com/my-lieutenant

Nook – http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-lieutenant-bl-morticia/1107044899?ean=2940013215047&itm=1&usri=my+lieutenant

My Lieutenant Blurb:
Nathan Ellerby’s apartment has been ransacked by his ex who didn’t like the fact Nathan dumped him. Trouncing through the debris uttering a string of obscenities, Nathan’s shocked to see Lieutenant Bryant Duncan at his door claiming he’s already caught the offender. Sensing an instant connection, when Nathan finds out Bryant’s divorced and he’s straddling the fence between being gay or bisexual, Nathan finds himself in a quandary. .

Although the Lieutenant does everything in his power to prove to Nathan he’s worthy, Nathan is afraid to lower his defenses, which leaves both men wondering if Nathan will allow love into his life even through his doubts.


I kept walking through in horror as I saw all my personal belongings strewn about. My latest sketches torn to bits. “Goddamnit!” I pulled my phone out of my pocket when I heard a knock at my door.

“Who is it,” I called out in a menacing tone, trouncing through shredded paper. There was no answer. “I said…” I looked through the peephole at what appeared to be a handsome man. I still didn’t open the door. “Hello!”

“Hey, listen, I caught the guys that went through your things.”

“Seriously?” I opened up the door slowly only to lock eyes with the most, gorgeous man I’d ever laid eyes on.


Tall, dark, handsome, and utterly delicious. “Erm, hello.”

He smiled at me, moistening his lips. “Hey, I’m new to the building. My name’s Bryant Duncan.” He put out his hand.

 A black Irishman?

I accepted it. His hands were warm but kind of rough just the way I like them. That moment, the feeling of his skin on top of mine sent heat to my groin. I took a whiff of his cologne. “Nice to meet you, Mr…”

“Call me Bryant, please. Like I was sayin’, I saw the bastards going through your place. When they saw me, they tried to get away but naturally, they couldn’t outrun me.  I called the cops once I got the building security to come up and help detain then.” He rubbed his neck. “They need a statement from you to press charges.”

 Holy shit, my hero…

“You didn’t have to.” I was so impressed that he cared enough to put his life on the line. So much, I didn’t tell him my damn name.

We stood silent a minute.

“I’m sorry, you said your name was…” Bryant raised an eyebrow.

“Oh shit, erm,” I cleared my throat. We were still holding hands. “Nathan, Nathan Ellerby.”

We gripped each other’s palm tightly. “Good to meet you, Nathan. Like I said, you need to speak to the police. I got the information.” He released my hand and my gaze. Bryant reached into his back pocket of his loose, fitting jeans.

I couldn’t help but follow his arms. They were so big, muscular. I could imagine those cradling me during the night.

We’d obviously made a connection.

BIO: BL is currently a published writer with Rebel Ink and Naughty Nights Press. Her first two novellas, My Lieutenant and Something Fresh Served Hot will be due out in November. She writes bi weekly for Erotic Diaries with Rawiya and a column twice a month on Blak Rayne Books.


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What an awesome post BL. Hope you enjoyed that friends and make sure you go out and get My Lieutenant.

Greetings! Welcome to the fist installment of Titillating Tuesday.

Now, you might say, this pic is not m/f or menage like I claim my blog to   be but it is tasty and titillating.

Very erotic, though somewhat subtle. Good looking black men together, posing. Something that isn’t seen often, less alone naked.

The Triad loves these kinds of pics which is why as you know Michael does the Wow, we also have Menspirations, and BL will also do the Titilating Pic as well when her blog is free again. *grins*

Hope you like. lets take this opportunity to tell you where we are today.

BL is at Sex Marks An interview with Jimmy LaCosta shes also at Lindsay Klug  and her at Michel are at SNSD

Plus Michael and BL still have publisher days on their pages. NNP at BL’s at Riptide at Michael’s

Hope you stop in and give a comment er two.

Have a good one!


  Good Monday morning!

Welcome to Rawiya’s. I’m happy to say I’ll be hosting Menage Monday with good     friend Xakara from now on.

Here is a links to her other posts.

At Michael’s

At BL’s

Today, she’s our first official guest or as BL would say, she’s popping my cherry. God that gal is a bad influence. *grins*

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Greetings, Kittens!


I’ve been asked a time or three why I prefer to write in the paranormal genre, specifically since I specialize in bisexual and sexually fluid fiction. The simplest answer is that it’s what I read, but that begs the question of why it’s a preferential genre at all. Well that’s easy, it’s my mother’s fault!


I’ve been reading since I was four, so my world on the page has always been full of talking animals and fantastical realms. My mother visited the library and used bookstore regularly, always returning with paper shopping bags full of books with colorful covers, featuring exotic creatures, on foreign planets or in otherworldly dimensions. The rule for the books I could take on my own were simple—if I could read the title and the back cover copy by myself, and explain the premise, I could take it. As a result, my mother spent the years between three and eight, giving me chapter updates on all the high fantasy and science fiction series that she went through like water. By eight, I got to read them for myself and never looked back.


Regardless of the world at hand, the themes were often the same. A reluctant hero, a coming catastrophe, a coming of age or realization of destiny, an epic battle—physical or emotional—and a resolution where good wins. The older I got, the more I recognized that every search to come to terms with being an, alien, vampire, werewolf, cursed, blessed, destined, hero, was a search of identity and a questioning of society. The subtext of ethnicity, culture, gender and sexuality were all there in the guise of mixing breeds, chasing extraterrestrials and building post apocalyptic societies. So many difficult and often bitter subjects, safety-coated like aspirin, to ease digestion, in order to get to the core and explore where one stood, and how they got there. What’s not to love?


As a preteen, I discovered romance novels, short, formulaic, post bodice-ripper, (although I read my share of those), contemporary, nuggets of hearts and flowers, that gave me a glimpse into the adult world that rapidly approached. I didn’t see the same depth, but then again, I didn’t need to. The over arching theme was angsty love and how it would conquer all. These books didn’t tackle the hard issues or force me to question my presumptions. They were meant to be devoured in an afternoon, to blend one into the other, until at the end the entire genre flowed as a pleasant, homogenous porridge of rib-sticking goodness.


I don’t regret that at all. What I do regret is that I don’t recall a single, solitary name of a single Harlequin Romance author I read, back-to-back, on those rainy, summer afternoons. The stories didn’t belong to the authors, but to the publisher and the genre as a whole. They were slices of white bread in a never-ending loaf of enriched content that didn’t challenge the palate. Then in walked Jackie Collins.


Jackie left behind the nice, white picket fences, and gave it as gritty and raw as it could be conceived of in the 1980s. There was sex, swearing, violence, betrayal, deaths and eventual love that would last as long as it took to get out the next book. There were real issues, set against a backdrop that made them titillating, rather intimidating. But there was still less depth than the sci-fi, fantasy and horror I grew up on.


It would be horror that would eventually wean me off of romance and give me back the hard questions of the type of society we lived in. But I’m a kid that grew up on sci-fi with misunderstood and victimized aliens that just needed a hug. After a while, I couldn’t take the fact that the monster was always evil and/or had to die at the end. Why couldn’t they be the heroes? Why couldn’t they be the ones in the right every now and again? Anne Rice seemed to agree, and I wanted more. Eventually, I’d find it in paranormal romance and urban fantasy.


Finally, there was the non-human whose take on humanity brought up the hard questions and blurred the ideas of identity. I could sympathize, empathize and root for someone who looked in a mirror and saw his own flaws and didn’t run from them. I could get behind the heroine who fought her own battles, won most of the arguments, but could yield in the right places when necessary. Even better, I could read about these characters saving the world or just saving each other, and it was done with equal flare and talent. Everything I’d been waiting for had arrived. But it was still missing something.


Most of my favorite paranormal series the last ten years have flirted with homoerotic content. Gay and bisexual characters who made reference to past relationships, or who longed for one they couldn’t have in the present, but who never consummated their sexual inclination on the page. Mainstream publishers weren’t on board for such things and writers in turn weren’t pushing for it, because they didn’t know how big of an audience was waiting. Love triangles abounded, but never once did anyone stop to look at how well they all worked together and pursue the idea of a polyamorous relationships. Even trial menages were off the table. By late 2006, I was little irked by that. I knew what I wanted to read and it just wasn’t there. By 2007, I’d done something about it, and in 2008 my first novella came out.


I didn’t know from that first chapter on, that I would build a career around bisexual, polyamorous love stories. I only knew that it was a beautiful configuration that I wanted to highlight, and that paranormal romance would allow me to do it without needing to confront things head on. Like the science fiction before it, paranormal romance and urban fantasy came with the built in distance of non-human societies and cultures. I could explore themes of identity and choice, without ever making them about sexuality and gender identity. I could make sexual fluidity the norm and let the reader sort out their feelings on it, without ever preaching or proselytizing. In turn, I could give the reader at home wondering if things would ever get better, a glimpse of what that would like to walk hand in hand with a loved one, and have love be the only issue.


The exploration of sexuality and LGBTQ relationships blends seamlessly into the paranormal genre and is allowed to shine there. Since Interview with the Vampire, it’s all but begged us to give and fang and fur and fluidity to our beloved preternaturals and let them have at it. One of the recurring ideas when female readers are asked why they like male-male scenes, is the concept of so much power and raw emotion clashing together for unexpected tenderness. That triples when said bastion of power and raw emotion can also bench press a car and/or live forever.


Paranormal fiction was a natural home for me and one that couldn’t fit better. Not to slight science fiction, I love it, but I go with my strengths. Shape-shifting, blood-drinking, physic, ghostly, boys-kissing-boys, and girls-kissing-girls, and all of them kissing each other, that’s a strength. And that’s my normal.

Xakara is an openly Bisexual author of erotic-poly-paranormal fiction, with an emphasis on bisexual and sexually fluid characters and cultures within her work. Her stories include GHOST OF CHRISTMAS PAST (PsiCorps #1) and DAWN’S EARLY LIGHT (PsiCorps #2) out with Liquid Silver Books. SHIFTING PASSIONS (A Therian World Novella) out with Samhain Publishing. A WAY TO A DRAGON’S HEART (A Therian World Novel) out with Liquid Silver Books. BLOODSPRITE (A Therian World Novel/Dante Book 1) coming Summer 2012. LOVE IN PLAIN SIGHT (Love Notes Anthology) coming February 2012 from Musa Publishing.

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What an awesome post! Thanks X and I look forward to having you on every other Monday now.

So peeps, make sure you comment and…

Wicked Sis will be everywhere the next two days. Sex Marks the GSpot After Dark Online Lindsay Klug

And Michael and BL along with Shar will be at Sweet and Sexy Divas on Tues and Coffeetime Romance Tomorrow. Make sure you stop in!

Have a good one!


Good Morning. Happy Sunday

Took a couple of days off from the blog and ready to post again.

This is more of an informational post than entertainment.

Since I made the move here to may own digs, I’d like to try establishing a blog schedule just as its done at BL’s and Michael’s.

They’re very similar. Michael has guests on Mon and Tues, does Wow Wednesday, Occasionally Thursday 13 or another guest, free read Friday, Sat Sips and Six Sentence Most Sundays.

BL does guests on Mon and Friday, Tuesday Titillating Pic, Wicked Wednesday with Cassandre, an occasional Thursday 13 or guest as well as Sat Sips and Six Sentence or Weekend Dirty Dozen which takes up Friday through Sun.

So me? I’d like to do something as well. Right now, I’ll adopt the Mon and Thursday for guests. Tuesday for a titillating pic, Wind Down Wednesday to talk about music as it relates to one of mine or a guest authors story, Friday for Weekend Dirty Dozen, free reads or flash fiction. Saturday Sips and maybe a couple of Six Sentences. Every other Monday, Xakara comes on as well

Sound good? Give me some feedback fellow authors and readers. Also, if you’d like to be a guest on either one, please drop me a line at srlmort71@gmail.com for this and BL’s and for Michael’s michaelmandrake71@gmail.com

Have a great Sunday

Happy Thanksgiving in America.

This is Shar, the head speaking BL’s and Michael’s have guests, I talk here at Rawiya’s about what  have to be thankful for.

Even though times are hard, meaning financial stress I couldn’t be happier about what’s happened in my writing career. I’m doing what I love first and foremost, writing stories about people in love, whatever gender(s) I choose. My publishers have been great, giving me a chance to share those stories with readers, gracing me with beautiful covers, 22 at last count including anthologies, and assisting me on being a better writer.

I thought recently, what if I hadn’t taken that chance? What if I ignored that sign to pick up the proverbial pen again? At that time I worked full time in a job I didn’t really like, I just had a baby but that creative side of me wasn’t active but then, I received the email, the one telling me someone wanted to take a look at a story I’d done online at ERWA a year or so before because I still liked to submit to the site periodically.

With the encouragement of my friends and my husband, I started  writing again. 

Fast forward till now and really, my family and writing keep me going. What would I have if I wasn’t able to create? I’d still have my family, my lovely husband and kids but would I be creatively satisfied? Don’t think so. 

So, I’d like to thank this time to say thanks to my lovely family, my virtual family as well, my writer friends who encouraged me in the beginning, all my actual friends that cheer me on, my publishers, editors who’ve read my best and worst, *laughs* as well as all the lovely readers that have taken the time to read my books. 

Thanks so much, not just today but everyday! I thank you for all the love!

Sincerely the “Head”

Sharita L


Cassandre Dayne

It’s Wicked Women Wednesday and I was thinking about what to write this week since I am in the middle of writing like four pieces. One is all m/m and about a fallen hero and the measures he takes to rejoin the human race, another is about a highly kinky BDSM club where the upper echelon of society pays big dollars to be involved and still another is about a couple entering into the world of Domestic Discipline. I had to step back and say – this is interesting, I write about so many aspects of alternative lifestyles. I like this fact. I’m not pigeonholed into writing just one thing. Don’t get me wrong, for those who simply write crime or sweet romance or whatever – that’s beautiful and creative and I applaud you but for me…  I need to write it all.

It’s funny in that I did a bit that was sweet recently for my first FFF (Friday Flash Fiction) and I realized it might be the only sweet bit I do. I write gritty and dark and ugly and sexy and kinky and… Well, you get the idea. I also recently answered a sexy little pole on the Naughty Night Press blog, which asked – what alternative lifestyle do you want to read more about? Right now the leading contender out of same sex, transgender, ménage, group sex and BDSM is BDSM. I honestly believe that’s because a lot of it isn’t written that well or either the lifestyle is presented in a rather stilted or vanilla manner.

For those who practice it’s much more. Then again, what do you as a reader want to see? In asking one of my publishers the trends right now (subject to change all the time) are HIGH kink BDSM, sweet romance and cowboy stories – go figure the differences. I recently had a friend release a transgender piece and it’s doing very well and on the flip side I had a friend who decided to give up writing same sex pieces because of all the gay bashing and there are times I set in amazement at how we continue to be a society who hides behind the fact we want to read about kinky things but dear God we don’t want to be associated with them. I’m not sure how that works.

What is wrong with craving either reading something a bit kinky or wanting to experience a sexy event? Can you not tell me that you hunger for a ménage or a spanking or perhaps even long to be a voyeur and watch other couple celebrating their love – in whatever fashion that might be? Hmmm… I know you do.

So probably one of my kinkiest pieces written to date is about a man who’s hiding behind a conservative mask – this goes beyond the fact he’s gay. That’s okay but if his co-workers found out he goes to very kinky clubs engaging in many acts of BDSM then they would probably think he’s nuts. But he hungers to be taken hard and I do mean hard – hence the name Forced Fantasies. And he’s found a man who owns a site much like Fet Life who has parties and invites are rare and very special. The thought is that you ask for a fantasy and the owner selects the best and kinkiest ones to use as an invitation. The only problem is that our hero wants to be forced. Hmmm… Talk about alternative lifestyles.


The next time he opened them and gazed at his watch he was shocked. It was eight minutes before ten. Breaking out into an instant sweat, he jerked to his feet and grabbed the mask from the coffee table as he bolted toward the locked door. Shit! Shit! Shit! Following directions. Fuck! Devlin dropped to his knees and reached for the collar. His hand shaking, he fumbled with the lock and swore. This behavior was not like him at all. Swallowing hard, he hissed as he realized he couldn’t maneuver the lock open. What the fuck was he going to do?

Devlin finally gave up and instead placed the mask over his face. While it wasn’t a complete hood, he could barely see anything out of the slits meant for his eyes. Instantly he sucked in his breath as a wave of nausea and claustrophobia washed over him. He’d never been masked and the sensations were both exciting and horrifying. Counting to ten, he wrangled his heavy breathing as he got used to the feel of the latex. As perspiration dripped down the back of his neck, the mask clung to the dampness of his face, heightening the effect. Whew.

In the quiet of his apartment Devlin swore he heard the front door of the brownstone open and heavy footsteps on the stairs. Swaying forward and backward, he snagged a look at the collar and sighed. He was already disobeying the rules.


The sharp sound outside Devlin’s door forced a single whimper to erupt from his lips. You can do this. Calm down.  He craned his neck to try and see better out of the confining mask but as the sound of his door opening fluttered past him, Devlin could barely make out the huge form that entered through the open door. As he lifted his gaze briefly the one thing he did know was that the man was huge. Shit! Closing his eyes momentarily, his heart thumped in his chest. Devlin dropped his gaze onto the floor in a practiced move. He knew his place.

“Hungry Boy?” the man asked, his dark voice ripe with a dangerous husk.

Instantly stars floated by Devlin’s field of vision and he clenched his fists. “Yes, sir.”

The man stalked further into the apartment, kicking the door shut. He moved in front of Devlin and gazed down the length of him. “I’m the Pain Maker and one of your Masters for the night and I’m here to take you to your destination.”

While the Pain Maker’s voice was ominous, somehow the sensual tone thrilled Devlin. His cock twitched reminding him that he had agreed to ownership at least for one night and excitement surged through him. From his limited perspective, Devlin could see the Pain Maker’s gaze locking on the collar. Cringing, he waited for his punishment.

The Pain Maker reached down and snagged the collar, dangling the thick leather piece out in front of Devlin. “You didn’t follow directions. Interesting.”

Opening his mouth to speak, he thought better of it. Devlin cocked his head and could suddenly see what had to be a bullwhip attached to the hulk’s belt. Instantly a series of tremors snaked down his spine.

Wrapping his fingers around Devlin’s arm, the Pain Maker jerked Devlin to his feet. “You will be punished.”

From the angle Devlin could make out his dark eyes that his behind the half face mask. They were filled with a savage look. This wasn’t playtime. Shivering, he realized his legs were shaking.

His actions almost brutal, the Pain Maker yanked Devlin forward and pushed him hard against a wall. Kicking out Devlin’s legs, he hissed and slid his hand down Devlin’s naked back. “Yes. A good whipping will remind you that you are to follow the rules at all times. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.” His voice barely audible, Devlin closed his eyes as the giant patted his ass, pressing a finger down the crack of Devlin’s exposed ass. He heard a rustling sound and knew that the Pain Maker was unfastening the whip. Had he ever been whipped with an implement of this nature? Hell, he couldn’t be sure.

Whoosh! Crack!

As the sharp sound of the leather tip slicing into the hardwood floor bounced off the walls, Devlin jumped. Dear God he realized that he’d put this as an extreme fantasy on the damn questionnaire. What was…? His little voice chuckled darkly and reminded him that he’d fantasized about this for years. This was extreme by most standards in BDSM and few Masters utilized such a method. While he was terrified his shaft ached with need.

The Pain Maker repeated the move as he growled. “Expect more of this if you misbehave.”

     Smack! Crack!

Instantly searing pain thrashed through his system stealing his breath. “Ahhh…” Panting, he clenched his eyes and tried to maintain his position.

Whoosh! Pop! Crack!

The Pain Maker issued a series of hard strikes.

Every part of Devlin’s body on fire, he struggled to remain standing. While anguish wracked his body a level of rapture encapsulated his entire system. Electric jolts danced through his body and for a moment he couldn’t think, as the mask became more suffocating.

Just as quickly as the punishment had begun it ended and the Pain Maker grunted. “You did very well.” Easing Devlin back from the wall, the Pain Maker steadied Devlin before sliding his hand down the length of Devlin’s back. “Now it’s time for the collar. Stand still.”

His body swaying back and forth, Devlin concentrated on calming his breathing and thought about whether any of his neighbors had heard the noises from the intense round of discipline. The thought brought a smile. Tingles continued to pulse down his legs as a strange moment of ecstasy filled his system. He’d been almost desperate for discipline for years.

Grunting, the Pain Maker pushed Devlin’s hair to the side of his neck and slid the collar around, fastening it securely. “You have your paperwork?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. Grab it,  it’s time to go.”

Every movement filled with pain, Devlin grabbed the papers off the coffee table. As he leaned down, he heard a click. The moment he stood, he was tugged backward and Devlin knew that a leash had been attached to his collar. Lowering his head, he succumbed and felt truly alive for what had to be the first time in his life.

“One more aspect of your attire that’s needed,” the Pain Maker hissed as he moved in front of Devlin.

As the man pulled out a steel studded cock ring, Devlin licked his lips. The harsh looking piece made him salivate.

The Pain Maker grinned and suckled his lips as he wrapped his hand around the base of Devlin’s cock. Sliding his hand up and down, he lifted his head and gazed into Devlin’s eyes. “It will be a pleasure training you.” He allowed several strokes to get Devlin hard before placing the ring around Devlin’s shaft. The twisted coil surrounded the majority of Devlin’s dick. Securing it tightly, the Pain Maker brushed the tip of his finger across the sensitive slit before slapping Devlin’s cock hard. “You must be completely presentable for the Staff Master.”

Dear God he was getting to meet the owner. Devlin winced as the ring bit into his skin yet the feeling of restraint sent trickles of joy dancing down his spine.

The Pain Maker pushed him forward. “Let’s go.”

As Devlin was led of the door he quickly glanced around the empty hall praying to God no one would see him.

And just imagine how kinky it gets from here. I so hope you’ve enjoyed and think about what fantasies you’re longing to fulfill.

Kisses   xxx





Email:  cassandre@cassandredayne.com









An official first day at the blog!

I’m really excited to have my own digs and speak about my musings. I’ll try my best to entertain as well since I want to keep you here and run you off.

I think what I’ve learned so far about blogging is simply to keep it updated with interesting content. Easier said than done too since Shar is part of like 5 other blogs besides this one. *grins*

Even if its just to pop in and say where we are one day as I’m about to do now since there is so much going on.

I’ll be chiming in on TRS where the Thanksgiving Party is going on in a moment. BL is at Wicked Sexy WordPress this morning with an excerpt from My Lieutenant and she’s at VampiriqueDezire blog with an interview which is where I’ll be tomorrow.

Also, since BL’s blog is busy with NNP as well as Michael’s with the Riptide event, I’ll be hosting the Wicked Women for her and Cassandre this week and the next as well.

I don’t mind, especially since I’m part of the Wicked Sey Writers blog coming around in January 2012. *smiles*

Okay, that’s it for now. Make sure you visit us wherever we are and I’ll be here tomorrow with Cassandre!


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