Sweet Pitch Day

Places to catch me this week

On Monday, I'll be crashing at JoJo's Book Corner. A full interview, and whatever happens ... Well, let's just say, I'm giving away a $10 gift credit to ARe. I'm doing the sharing for my birthday.

Then on Tuesday, I'll be at the Coffee Time Forums, found here for the Bring in the New Year with Coffee & Books. One lucky person is going to receive the full PDF set of the Aiza Clan Shifters series. That's all four books to enjoy and savor. And CTR is giving away a Pandigital color reader (think iPad's little brother. Just as useful and half the size.) So check out the other authors who are showcasing through February 10th and check out how you can win the reader.

So come celebrate my birthday with me. It's as good an excuse as any to stay inside and stay warm.
 

Diana Castilleja

Diana Castilleja 

  Diana DeRicci 

Draven's Crossing

 

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It's Finally Here! TICKLE MY CANDY CANE is Now Available!

The wait is over!

Now Available!

TICKLE MY CANDY CANE
"Tales of the Blakeney Sisters, Book 2"
A humorous, erotic paranormal holiday romance
by Carolyn Gregg
from Red Rose Publishing
http://redrosepublishing.com/books/product_info.php?products_id=936&CDpath=2

Once upon a time, there lived a man with five rambunctious daughters. They were an average American farming family except for one minor detail. The man was a warlock, and all of his daughters were witchlets—half witch and half human.


With Christmas two days away, Tamberly Blakeney has given up hope of finding her heart call that year. That is, until Jonathan Mauk walks into the market and into her life. With the magical swirl of a candy cane's stripes, she knows he’s the man meant to be her lifelong love. But first he has to pass the sex hex test, which she is sure won't be a problem.

What she doesn't realize is that there is something in Jonathan's past that deeply disturbs her father. And until Daddy gets all the answers, there could be hell to pay.

(Click here for an excerpt and to order.)

My New Erotic Short Story Now Available!

My newest release is an Ellora's Cave quickie titled Educating Macey. Here's a taste:
Sex has taken a backseat on my priorities list for a while now—being a single mother never allowed me the chance to dwell on it. But then my daughter grew up and Max moved in next door. Just seeing his sexy-as-hell body and hearing the way he growls my full name, Macey Lane, gets me all hot and bothered. I am not a woman of experience, but Max is more than willing to teach me. His lesson plans may be too delicious to pass on, but is hot sex worth the risk of becoming another of his conquests?
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-Missy Jane
*Make reading a guilty pleasure...*
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Now Available! THE BATTLE LORD'S LADY

Now Available!

THE BATTLE LORD'S LADY

Book 1 of The "Battle Lord" Saga
A sensuous post-apocalyptic,
sci-fi/fantasy romance novel
by Linda Mooney
Word Count:  112K
http://lindamooney.com/BattleLord.htm

Coming Soon to Amazon for Kindle, All Romance ebooks (ARe), and Barnes and Noble for Nook!
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Three hundred years in the future, mankind still is trying to survive the Great Collision that changed the earth forever. People live in pockets of civilization called compounds, battling the elements and the mutations which have developed over the centuries, trying to live and survive day by day.

Yulen D’Jacques is the Battle Lord of Alta Novis. His duty is to keep his compound and his people safe, which means yearly sweeps of the area to remove any mutated men and animals from encroaching.

Atrilan Ferran is Mutah, a mutant warrior and huntress trained to protect and defend her home from Cleaners, the “normals” who invade the forests to slaughter everything and everyone who gets in their way.

They never anticipated the day when their hearts would collide, challenging and changing everything they thought was the truth. Leading them to the day they would have to prove their love for each other to man and mutant alike.

Warning: Contains intense cruelty, an avaricious mother-in-law, unbelievable hunting abilities, mutant animals, silken tents, dungeons, denial, and a love that would spawn a dynasty.

A new launch and a new release!

Hi all! I wanted to share that a new press has launched today, Etopia Press http://www.etopia-press.net/ and as part of the launch, I have a new contemporary M/M release, XAVIER'S WAY. Feel free to check out the site and see who else is launching with me today!

Xavier's Way

By Diana De Ricci
LGBT (M/M) Contemporary Romance
Novella: 34,090 words
ISBN: 978-1-936751-04-4
Heat Level: 4
Warning: This book contains graphic erotic content (including male/male sexual content) which some readers may find offensive.

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Nailing an embezzler got him so much more than money…

Xavier De Los Santos is on the brink of financial ruin. Stratler Homes has lost hundreds of thousands of dollars, and Xavier's best vendors are refusing to work with him. Worse, he knows who's responsible: his embezzling ex-fiancée, Lindsey.

Jordan Belten is the accounting half of Belten and Belten, the prestigious law and accounting firm whose new client is pure gorgeous male on a stick. Jordan is more than pleased to audit Gorgeous's records, and find out if it's indeed the man's ex-fiancée who's brought a strong man like Xavier to his knees.

Ex-fiancé. Xavier isn't gay. Jordan didn't have a prayer…

What he did have were secrets of his own…

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Excerpt:

Jordan managed to maneuver his butt to find the chair. His heart was pounding from Xavier's handshake. Even with a table between them, it didn't matter. He'd felt the shock of contact all the way to the soles of his feet. The man was utter deliciousness. Thick black hair, the kind of hair Jordan loved to delve his fingers into, and oh man, those eyes. Golden honey in a jar. A kind of brown that melted or blazed. Or, if he was lucky, both.

 

"And you're a desperate bastard to be perving for a client," he castigated himself. A straight client. As though he needed to remind himself. But apparently he did need to. He'd never seen or met anyone as gorgeous as Xavier. Even though the man was straight, he was knocking Jordan for a loop.

 

Today he was wearing ass-perfect black jeans, a gray button down shirt, and cowboy boots. He must have been on-site yesterday when he'd come to talk to Patton. Today, he looked business sharp. Jordan drew a breath. Life was cruel in so many ways.

 

Pages and files lay on the lacquered table in front of him. He was there to audit the company to find where his missing income had vanished to. The least he could do was that, hopefully without letting on how much he wanted the owner of Stratler Homes. Xavier's anxiousness showed he needed this done quickly, and Jordan wasn't going to fail him on it. He couldn't make it personal. Drawing a breath, he settled in to do his job.

 

Three hours later, he walked out of the conference room toward the assistant's desk, a splayed file held in his steady palm. "Gynna?"

 

"Yes?" He peeked up and outward and forgot what he was going to say. Xavier was just walking through the door into the building.

 

"Jordan?" Gynna nudged quietly.

 

His head swiveled numbly on his neck, his mind a blank. Gynna dropped a glance to the file in his hand, and he knew he couldn't hide the heat in his cheeks.

 

Shit! Come on brain, say something! "Could I see the vendor files and receipts for Encapsilon and MatRix, Inc?"

 

"Sure."

 

Xavier lifted a hand, halting her rise. "It's okay, Gynna. I'll get them. And when you see Todd, tell him I need to see him."

 

"Can do." She wrote down Todd's name on a pad at her elbow.

 

"The files you need are in my office."

 

Jordan took the hint and followed Xavier. He captured a single groping stare of that hard ass, tight enough to bounce quarters off of, a mental treasure for later, then returned to the papers in his hand.

 

Xavier pulled out a long drawer from the lateral file against one of the office walls, then flicked over the name tabs. "Pretty much anything you need will be in this drawer or the one below. The last is a catch all."

 

He took the two files Xavier handed him with a quiet, "Thank you."

 

Xavier shut the drawer then sank, distracted, into the chair behind his desk. His office was modern neat. No plants, only two framed pictures on the wood-paneled walls, with broad windows that viewed, unfortunately, the access road to the freeway they abutted. There were no photos on the desk. Had there been frames of Xavier and his fiancé?

 

"Was there something else, Mr. Belten?"

 

"Jordan," he replied absently, his mind still wondering about Xavier's ex.

 

"I'm sorry?"

 

He finally met that golden gaze and knew he was screwed. "Call me Jordan. Mr. Belten is my dad." It wasn't quite love at first sight, but Jordan knew it was the end of whatever hope he had for himself.

 

He'd fallen head over heels for a straight man.

Diana Castilleja

Diana Castilleja 

  Diana DeRicci 

Draven's Crossing

 

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Draven's Crossing: Mind Games by Diana DeRicci

Author: Diana DeRicci
Cover Artist: Anastasia Rabiyah
Genre: Paranormal Erotica/Suspense/Vampire/Gay M/M
Length: Novella,  26,997 words, 75 Pages PDF
ISBN: 978-1-936165-74-2
Release Date: 12-1-2010
Heat Level: Erotic
Warnings: Violence, Gay M/M
Other Titles in this Series:
Draven's Crossing: Tempestuous Crossings
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From out of the darkness, a voice calls, luring one man into a battle of the unknown.
Jackal has lived a well-guarded secret his entire life. A being of immense power, he understands and accepts the loss and emptiness of never finding a soul to love, yet endures because it is his only path. Eternal life means none who walk the earth could comfort him for long.
The only one who could understand his plight has lived for just as long: a vampire. Taken by surprise and tortured, Kristof’s agony pulls Jackal to him in the dream realm, forging a bond that is unexpected and unexplained.
But now that they’ve connected, will the darkness that hunts all para-kind in Draven’s Crossing destroy them?

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Time. There always seemed to be time. Jackal flitted between dreams. In the surreal world of dreams, time was never an issue.

Until now.

“Who are you?” he murmured, his voice thick. He knew he was asleep, but he was being drawn irrevocably toward something.

A raw voice reached out to him. “Help me.”

Jackal frowned. His body felt sluggish. It was hard to move, like forcing his way through quicksand, or thigh-high swamp water, the silt sucking at his feet with each step. He was reaching for someone, of that he was sure. He cocked his head, listening. “Where are you?”

“Here. Please. They’re coming.” The male voice replied, plaintively filled with wave upon wave of pain and exhaustion.

He froze, his heart racing. Jackal hadn’t expected a literal answer. He’d never received one before. “Where are you?” he demanded, now getting worried. Anxiety made his words sharp. “What’s your name?”

“Kristof. I can hear you.” The words were dragging, confused. “So tired.”

“Don’t speak.” Jackal intensified his thoughts, forcing himself above the suck of the dream weave. Further disembodied, he floated, coursing through time and space. He’d had plenty of dream excursions, but no one had touched him as intrinsically as this voice. Something dire and desperate waited beyond his reach, needed his help. He knew he had to answer.

Soon, images began to form out of the swirls of his dream. Buildings. Street shapes. Sounds. A world at night.

Cautiously, he landed on a sidewalk. The chill of late night filled the air, hazy stars glinting overhead, as though seen through a thin gauze sheet of clouds. “Kristof?” The sound of his voice was a whisper between his ears. It shook him to his soul that this being was reaching for him.

A roar of pain almost threw him completely back into his own body. Staggering where he stood, Jackal shook his head. This was not normal. He could hear them, but never had a dreamer heard him, or responded, trying to reach out for him. It was almost as though he were being pulled in this direction by sheer will. Steeling himself to move forward, he let the fading tremors of pain guide him. Kristof couldn’t speak. A sense of connection lurked between Jackal’s soul and this man’s subconscious. It was the most the other man could manage, and for even that, Jackal was sure Kristof was hurting because he had to stay cognizant for the thread to remain.

“Hear me, Kristof. Help me find you.”