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Leigh writes adult books! Erotic romance, M/M erotic romance, and F/F erotica. SEE LEIGH'S FULL BOOK LIST.
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Friday, October 24, 2014

Spank or Treat 2014!

My story and giveaway for Spank or Treat follow the rules and regulations. Good luck!

Note: Leigh's story is M/M with dubious consent.

Spank or Treat 2014 is finally here! Visit Governing Ana for the prize list, sign-up sheet, and full instructions. You can win from a prize pool valued at over $1,000, including a Kindle Fire or Nook HD donated by Blushing Books!

Many authors will also offer a contest on their individual blogs.  Your comment on their blogs enters you in both contests! 
How do you play?

1.Visit each blog between Friday, October 24th and Sunday, October 26th to read the stories.

2. Leave a comment on each blog. You must demonstrate that you have read the entire story. Copy-and-paste or inappropriate comments will be disqualified. You will receive one entry per blog for the grand prize drawing. Note: You must have a minimum of five entries in order to win a grand prize.

3.If you have visited all of the blogs, visit Ana’s blog to sign up for FIVE bonus entries to the grand prize.

4.Deadline is midnight EST (UTC -5) on Sunday, October 26th!

5. If you successfully completed a previous challenge (Sci Spanks 2014, Love Spanks 2014, Spank or Treat 2013, Spankee Doodle 2013, Love Spanks 2013, or Spank or Treat 2012), you may add “VIP” to your comments.  You will earn THREE bonus entries toward the grand prize.  (Yes, we will be doing this again.  Yes, if you successfully complete the Spank or Treat 2014 challenge you can become a VIP for our next activity!) 

6. If you are a writer of fiction (any kind), add “W” to your comments to be entered in the special author prize drawings.

7. If you are a Spank or Treat 2014 Ambassador, please add “Amb” to your comments to receive your extra prize drawing.

8.Visit Governing Ana or any of the participating blogs on Friday, October 31st to find out the lucky winners. Will it be you? We will also announce prizes on the Spank or Treat Facebook page.

Like these events? Want to support your favorite authors? Become a Spank or Treat Ambassador! In exchange for promoting this event, you will receive one extra prize entry, AND you are still eligible to participate and win prizes! To find out the details, sign up on the Ambassador page.

For more information, updates, and a list of participating authors, please visit Anastasia Vitsky’s blog.

Like Spank or Treat on Facebook!

Tweet #SpankOrTreat on Twitter!

Join the exclusive chat with Spank or Treat authors! Message Anastasia Vitsky on Facebook or any of the authors to receive an invitation

For more spanking fun, visit Saturday Spankings for additional snippets.


Got all that? Good. Here is my story for Spank or Treat. Please note it is M/M spanking with dubious consent. Don't forget my giveaway - comment to win one eBook and one audiobook from my backlist. 18+ commenters only, no purchase to win. Contest is over end of day October 26, 2014.

For more M/M from me, check out my booklist and watch for A CLASS ACT from Decadent Publishing.

Simon by Leigh Ellwood

Rik palmed the quartz sphere, studying each opaque spike and scratch within the rock. Though it was no bigger than a baseball, it certainly felt heavier. He tapped the smooth surface close to a black mark deep within the globe. “What’s that?”

Otis looked from the stack of index cards he sorted and moved away from the cash register to better see the oblong flaw in the crystal. “Oh, that’ll be Simon.” A rib-rattling cough punctuated his raspy words. “He’s a demon that got trapped.”

“A what?” Rik laughed at the casualness of the store owner’s remark. It shouldn’t have surprised him, though. Over the ten years he’d visited the metaphysical bookstore, browsing and buying numerous books on world religions and paranormal activity, Otis shared many a fascinating tale and curiosity. He kept an impressive inventory of notions used for various purposes: herbs, pendulums, essential oils, and the occasional batch of dried chicken feet from South America. To an eleven-year-old obsessed with Harry Potter, The Mage’s Bookshop seemed as close to Hogwarts as a “Muggle” could get.

Now, at twenty-one, Rik visited to catch up with an old friend. He still thumbed through books—mainly on homeopathic medicine and sexuality—but viewed the tarot cards and color charts with a touch of skepticism.

The demon in the crystal…well, Otis had never spun such a yarn that he recalled.

“Who names a demon Simon?” Rik shook the globe but the dark mark didn’t move. The quartz really must have closed in the poor bugger.

“It is a name from biblical times.  Both the New and Old Testament have their tales of nasty spirits.” 
Otis adjusted his wire-rimmed glasses and reached for the sphere. In his leathery, dark-skinned hands, the quartz glowed bright and enhanced the smudge called Simon. “Though, this bugger hasn’t been stuck in here that long. Since the nineteenth century, but I’m fuzzy on dates. Simon tried to hex my great-grandmother, not knowing she was a damn powerful voodoo priestess. She countered the curse and got him back.” Otis clucked, shaking his head. “Poor old fool terrorized the Louisiana coast for years, and Nana put a stop to it.”

Rik bit his lower lip to keep from laughing. Otis talked often of his eccentric family, and he didn’t want to appear insulting. “If you’ve had that for so long, how come I’ve never seen it before?”

Otis glanced toward the back of the shop. “I guess ol’ Simon got tired of the storeroom and rolled on out to see what was goin’ on in here. Wouldn’t be the first time.” With a smile the old black man set the quartz on a stack of hand-written receipts by the register. The sphere should have rolled at least an inch on the flat surface, but it stayed. Perhaps Simon had traveled enough for one day.

“If you like, I could show him the garage.” Rik crooked his neck toward the front door. His father’s auto shop, where he worked, sat across the street from Otis’s store. Both institutions in the neighborhood, they now suffered proximity to a line of frozen yogurt and chain coffee joints.

“I think it’s best he not wander off.” Otis sounded dead serious. “If you don’t mind, though, I need to get a sandwich. Could you watch the place for a few minutes? It’s been pretty slow for a Monday.”

“I know, that’s why I came over here.” Rik gave the sphere the side-eye. Marco’s Auto Body & Detail usually saw a good number of cars roll in after the weekend, but today…zip. Today this funny, accursed object comes to light. Coincidence?

He chuckled. He’d have believed a connection ten years ago. Even Harry Potter had to grow up.

“Go on, take all the time you want.” He waved Otis off with a smile. 

The older man grabbed his hat from the stand by the front door and invited Rik to skim through a box of newly released books behind the counter. “You might learn something,” he joked, then shuffled out of sight.

Rather than stand guard behind the register, Rik drifted toward the fiction shelf. Otis didn’t stock many novels outside of the popular fantasy series, mainly because his clientele came to The Mage for specific titles on esoteric subjects. Rik could have purchased his Tolkien and C.S. Lewis books elsewhere and saved some money, but he preferred to support local businesses. Also, Otis could actually hold an intelligent discussion about Narnia and Mordor, unlike the bored, gum-chewing teenagers filing their nails at the mall stores.

He picked up a book with a beautiful elf princess on the cover and thumbed the pages when something cold spread across his shoulders and down his back. Otis might have told him a ghostly presence lurked close, and ten years ago he would have leaped to one side. Adult Rik glanced around the store for any evidence of faulty air conditioning chilling the store. The sudden temperature drop unsettled him, but pride kept him in place.

He flipped a page. The cool air caressed the back of his neck. His skin prickled. He fixated on a sentence and fought for focus.

A book on the top shelf wobbled and fell to the floor.

“What the—?” He reached down for it when the air rushed over him and something kicked him in the backside. Rick tumbled onto his knees, hissing with the brief jolt of pain.

“Hey! Otis, that’s not funny.” Rik rubbed the sore spot and rested against one hip, both books opened beside him.  It wasn’t like the shop owner to prank him, much less act with aggression. He looked up to give Otis hell but the words caught in his throat on seeing the figure looming overhead.

Rail-thin and pale, he wore a long black cloak to match his tunic and pants. Blond hair cascaded over his shoulders and back, and water-blue eyes pierced Rik with desire. His lips curled up in a sneer as they regarded each other.

“You plan on buying that book?” The man’s voice dripped with sensuality.

“What’s it to you?” Rik hadn’t heard the man enter the store—a bell always pinged to announce a customer. Otis never said anything about hiring somebody, either. “If you’ve come to rob the place, I don’t know the safe combination.” He eyed the man’s legs, thinking a low roundhouse kick could take the intruder by surprise.

That’s when he noticed this…person…levitated. Rik saw no shadow, either.

He scrambled back about a few feet and braced against the shelf to stand. The floating stranger didn’t move, but Rik couldn’t predict his next action. “Otis doesn’t keep much in the safe, anyway, so why don’t you—”

He tapped the corner of the register station and the low rumble of a hard, rolling sphere filled the silence. Rik caught the crystal just as it tipped over the edge. It felt lighter than when he first handled it.

What’s more, no dark smudge.

He looked up at the floater, now smirking at him.


Simon flashed a beautiful smile. “It’s nice to stretch one’s legs, yes?”

His heart swelled, and his pulse quickened. “H-how did you get out?”

Simon blew out a derisive noise. “I come and go as I please. Otis knows it. He probably didn’t tell you to keep you from pissing yourself.”

“I don’t scare easily.” Rik crossed his legs and took a step back.

“Nonetheless, I’ve seen you in this store for years. You browse more than you buy, and one time…” the demon slid—no, floated—closer with a devious sneer, “you forgot to pay.”

“What? You’re full of…” After a second, the memory filled Rik’s head. He could only hide the last copy of a fantasy fan magazine for so long, since Otis kept straightening the periodical shelves. Short on cash, Rik had removed the cover and slipped it over a copy of Mother Jones, then slipped the fantasy mag under his shirt. He had always intended to make amends.

He always forgot, too.

He reached for his wallet. “I can set it right. I’ll even pay for price inflation. I’m sure that magazine costs more now.” He pulled out a five, but Simon didn’t hold out a hand for it.

“I’ll leave all financial restitutions to Otis. You, I should have dealt with years ago, but Otis wouldn’t have approved of my corrupting a minor.” Simon chuckled. “You’ve definitely grown.”

“Otis? What’s he—”

A strong wind knocked Rik off his heels and he toppled forward, catching his abdomen on the edge of the counter. Simon materialized behind him, and with one hard tug had the seat of Rik’s work jumpsuit crumpled in his fist, along with a swatch of the jogging shorts he used for underwear today.

“Hey!” Rik shuddered as his ass felt the breeze, more so when something indiscernible brushed his skin. Could demons get hard-ons? Did they have the equipment to get hard?

“Don’t worry.” Simon’s voice hummed low. “I’m not going to fuck you. If I can live patiently in a quartz sphere for centuries, I can wait until you’re ready for it.”

“What makes you think I’d want it?” Rik failed to sound brave. Simon kicked at his ankles to guide into a more submissive stance.

“I’ve seen the books you read here, sweetie.” Simon cupped a bare cheek and squeezed. “Hopefully this will teach you to pay for your reading material.”

Thwack! His cheeks stung on impact and he grunted his displeasure. All the same, Rik imagined the demon could have exacted worse punishments. Of course, Simon wasn’t finished.

Thwack, thwack, thwack! The blows came fast, giving him no time to react. Rik grasped the counter and bit his lip, praying for Otis to return and put a stop to this torture. It hurt like hell, though every time Simon rubbed a smooth palm over his heated ass his resistance faded. He wasn’t into BDSM or anything kinky—coming out to family and friends proved far out enough for him. Could he stand something like this on a regular basis?

Thwack! “I could do this all day,” Simon said with a short laugh. He caressed Rik’s behind and traced a trail up his spine. A delicious shiver followed.

Maybe he could.

“Unfortunately, I’ve spent enough time out,” he continued. He pressed a soft fabric against Rik and his clothing returned to normal. Simon then popped into Rik’s line of vision, standing behind the counter with his arms folded.

“You going to be a good boy?” he scolded, flashing a sexy smile. 

Rik answered with a soft sigh, and the demon faded into a gray mist. When Rik regained the strength to move he reached for the quartz and saw the dark smudge back in place. If not for the soreness, he’d swear he hallucinated the whole thing.

The bell on the door pealed, and he whipped around to greet Otis. “Pretty quiet here,” he said quickly. “You didn’t miss much.”

“Good to know.” Otis rounded the counter and set his take-out bag by the register. “Let’s get this out of the way,” he said and set the quartz to one side. “You hungry, Rik? I got a footlong, but I won’t eat it all right now.”

“No, thanks. I need to get back to the garage. I’ll see you around?” He waved and left the store owner to his lunch, walking slowly to the door. The ache persisted, but he savored the tingling with each step.

“I’ll come by tomorrow,” he added and received no verbal answer. Otis bit into his sandwich and searched the bag’s contents.

Rik paused a moment to make certain the old man didn’t see, then swiped a paperback from the front display before leaving.


Monday, October 20, 2014

Cover Reveal: A CLASS ACT by Leigh Ellwood

I am thrilled to finally show off the cover for my upcoming 1Night Stand story with Decadent Publishing. Say hello to Paul and Barry of A CLASS ACT:

Barry Kellam receives a mysterious invitation from 1Night Stand and can’t imagine who would arrange a night of sexual passion with him...except perhaps a former student who’s gone on to greater things.

Paul Merrill is the toast of Broadway. While the awards and fame are nice, he wants to  share his success—and his body—with the man who inspired him. But Dr. Kellam isn’t  one to date fellow faculty or alumni. Will he answer Madame Eve’s call?


A CLASS ACT is my second 1Night Stand story, and while it's part of the "Class in Session" series, the story stands alone. You don't have to read A DIFFERENT CLASS (All Romance ~ Kindle ~ NOOK ~ Decadent ) first, but you are welcome to do so. :)

Meanwhile, I am also pleased to announce that Coming Together has accepted my M/M short, FOX'S HOLIDAY for the upcoming COMING TOGETHER: FOR THE HOLIDAYS collection. I don't think I've had a busier Fall, with four releases due out! Will have to plan an awesome giveaway for the multi-book launch.

Thursday, October 16, 2014

Cover Reveal: Hot Holiday Treats Box Set

Onward and upward! I am participating in a few projects due out later this year. First up, a hot holiday box set - out November 3rd for only 99 cents!

Cozy up with eight complete novellas full of love, lust, and winter magic by award winners and the ladies of Silken Sheets & Seduction. From Cowboys to demons, we’ve got hot holiday treats to warm you up.

A Cowboy’s Christmas Wish by Sorcha Mowbray
When rancher Ford Grayson saunters out of Melissa Adams’ past and into her bar, she’s determined to take him for a ride and kick him to the curb. Payback’s a bitch.
But, the cowboy is determined to make his very own Christmas wish come true.

Just’s Desserts by Rachel Kenley
Dessert as foreplay? Justine saves her passion for the desserts she creates. Adam pours his focus into work. Together, something is going to melt.

A Demon’s Gift by Jocelyn Dex
Cordelia, a demon hunter trainee who daydreams of Christmas, fights to resist Argoth, the sex demon, who inflames her desire and reveals a truth that turns her world upside down.

Furry Christmas by Sotia Lazu
Alice's lonely holidays take an interesting turn when a stray dog walks into her life. Little does she know he could be her Prince Charming, if only she believed in magic.

Holiday Bliss by Leigh Ellwood
Two years after Hurricane Sandy, panther shifter Sheila Houlihan has finally rebuilt her home in the shore town of Bliss, New Jersey. She looks forward to her first Christmas there, if only Jonah will finish with the interior painting. Jonah, however, is interested in being more than Sheila's handyman.

To Capture a Yeti by Eva Lefoy
An ambitious reporter is determined to prove to the world Yetis exist, even at the cost of her life. But when she’s confronted with the truth, will she choose fame and fortune or keep the secret and the man she desires all to herself?

Longest Night Loving by Daisy Banks
Cursed elf Miles has waited for centuries in the hope a woman will free him from the curse binding him to this house. Will his beautiful visitor pass the test and prove she is the one who he can love?

Caging the Wolf by Sofia Grey
Jessie has fallen in love with the perfect guy, Levi, but there’s one tiny problem. The blue-eyed hunk only exists in her dreams.


Holiday Bliss, of course, is part of my Love is Bliss series and has never before been published. It will be available exclusively in this box set for a limited time. It may also be my last M/F romance for a while, but definitely not my last shifter story. If all goes well, I could have another shifter short (M/M) in another collection.

Hot Holiday Treats will be distributed through Excessica Publishing, which means it will be available at ARe, Amazon, BN, Kobo and iTunes. I'm excited to have a new story out before year's end, and I hope you'll pick it up on November 3rd!

Tuesday, October 7, 2014

Blog Tour Sale

I have hosted a few tours done by Bridging the Gap Promotions. They are great fun, so when they asked for help I definitely stepped in. They are having a Fall sale and a giveaway.

Click the link for more information. Maybe your blog tour will stop here.

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Monday, October 6, 2014

Write Hard, Read Harder

Tonight I'll complete edits for A CLASS ACT. I'm excited for the release of that story, and I'm waiting anxiously to hear about two submissions and two box sets. In the meantime, I'm 1,000+ words into a third Class story and 1,000 into something new for the other pen name. Over the last week I've wavered between retiring Leigh Ellwood and doing something else, or staying to climb. I still haven't made a final decision, but I do know I will always write. If I never make another cent, I'll write. They'll pose me in a coffin with my fingers positioned on the laptop.

So I mentioned on Twitter that I planned to blog more about authors to read. If you're following the #NotChilled tag, things have taken an interesting turn. I see an amazing outpouring of support not only for Dear Author, but book blogging in general. Regardless of what you think of how books are reviewed, these are the readers who share works they enjoy. You silence people who talk books, you cut off the heart of your marketing strategy. I believe there is no such thing as a bad review - the worst kind is NO review. Silence = no word of mouth = no sales. Trust me, I've purchased books despite negative reviews. Read for yourself and decide what you like.

Some may argue silence can hurt in this case. I'm not here to condone or condemn authors' decisions. I wish to support the authors affected. Easiest way to do that is visit the EC authors page, search what books are available from the authors on your favorite retail site, and buy.

In a previous post I listed non-EC books by EC authors I've read. I'll re-paste here, but first here are EC authors I've read exclusively within that house:

  • L.E. Chamberlin
  • Cheryl Dragon
  • Jennifer Kacey
  • Mandy Harbin
  • Dena Garson
  • Jan Springer
  • Danica Avet
  • L.J. Slocombe
  • Avery Aster
  • Ashley Ladd
  • Jina Bacarr
  • Titania Ladley
  • Denise A. Agnew
  • Cheyenne McCray

Can you recommend a book I should read? Comment below.

Recommended Books I Have Read

Hot Georgia Winds by Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Cravings by Dee Carney
Every Waking Hour by Paisley Smith
Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm... (features a story by Annabeth Leong - this is a charity anthology, so check out Annabeth's other titles, too)
Branded by Tilly Greene
Sci Spanks 2014 has a story by Olivia Starke, but check out her Decadent titles, too!
A New Orleans Threesome by Louisa Bacio
Fat by Saranna DeWylde
The Millionaire's Mistake by Sean Michael
The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn
Such Sweet Sorrow by Jenny Trout (writes at EC under another name)
Brick Dust & Bedsprings by Lucy Felthouse

Monday, September 29, 2014

Buy a Book, Support an Author

I am fortunate that I have a job. I have worked steadily since I was sixteen years old, be it weekends to pay for school supplies or full-time for rent. Even when I faced layoffs due to downturns in economy, I found work. I will probably work until my dying breath, because I write. Andy Rooney says writers don't retire, and I believe that. Perhaps in the future, though, I'll be a floating head in a Futurama jar dictating a new book to a robot. That would be cool.

I digress. Many authors experiencing issues with you-know-who rely on their earnings to keep the lights working, to put food in the pantry, to pay for medicine. Some may joke when a dinky royalty comes in ("Huzzah. Today I buy a Venti mocha!") but a dinky check is still money. It's earned. It's belongs to the person who wrote the story.

This week I've seen calls for boycotts and offers to promo books from other houses. Whatever you choose to do to help authors, go with your instincts and good judgement. If you know an author undergoing a hardship, a nice note of support could work wonders...and buy a book of theirs.

I love to read, and I've read many authors from this house and enjoy their works. There are other sites seeking to promote indie/other works by the affected authors. Right there you have a good TBR list for the Fall. Here's another one.

My disclaimer: Though I'm listing books I have read, I invite anybody to comment and recommend a relevant title. Also, I have stories elsewhere that could use a little love. Search Leigh Ellwood at All Romance, my favorite eBook retailer. Links here go to ARe, but I'm sure you'll find them elsewhere, too.

Recommended Books

Hot Georgia Winds by Charlotte Boyett-Compo
Cravings by Dee Carney
Every Waking Hour by Paisley Smith
Coming Together: Arm in Arm in Arm... (features a story by Annabeth Leong - this is a charity anthology, so check out Annabeth's other titles, too)
Branded by Tilly Greene
Sci Spanks 2014 has a story by Olivia Starke, but check out her Decadent titles, too!
A New Orleans Threesome by Louisa Bacio
Fat by Saranna DeWylde
The Millionaire's Mistake by Sean Michael
The Fighter's Secretary by Ann Mayburn
Such Sweet Sorrow by Jenny Trout (writes at EC under another name)

This list looks short, and as I went through my reading records I noticed with many authors of this particular house...if I read more than one book it came from that same house. So, I must broaden my horizons a bit. In a future post I'll go over authors I have read and ask for recommendations.

Saturday, September 27, 2014

I Don't Know What I Want To Do

I should be happy right now. I have another story contracted with Decadent Publishing, and my experience with them is very positive. I submitted a story to Coming Together, and regardless of the outcome I plan to share the work in some way. I'm going to be part of a box set with some great ladies, and that's due out in November. I have also started on a few ideas that excite me. I should be happy.

You know, I am in a way. I like to keep busy, but focus is my problem right now. There is so much to do and I feel scattered just thinking about everything. I have a few open WIPs, some editing work, and some stories that came back...which I have not touched.

I have a re-published backlist that needs some love. I am thinking of a complete cover redo for everything, to make my indie titles appear more uniform. Cover styles change over time and I would like to stay relevant, and let readers know that yo... I'm still here.

I mentioned in an earlier post about issues with another publisher of mine. You probably know the scoop from other people. I don't talk much about it because I am fairly new there. I feel like Winston Zeddemore in this respect, when he tells the mayor I've only been here a few weeks, but I have seen sh*t that will turn you white. The book is only a few months old, nowhere near eligibility for reversion. I can only focus on the positive and hope everything works out for everybody involved.

Where does this leave me? I'm taking a serious look at where I am now, where I'd hope to be, and where I can go. I don't want to be the author who makes a grand, sweeping announcement and then renege. I will ask, though, for a positive thought and good vibe. Not just for me, but for all the authors going through issues right now. Ask them to recommend a book for you to buy and help them out. Every little bit helps.

Friday, September 19, 2014

Fall Into Romance Blog Hop

Welcome to the Fall into Romance Blog Hop! I'm thrilled to take part, and hope you will comment to win an audio book from my back list.

Much as I love summer, I prefer autumn these days. Where I live, it's neither too hot nor too cold, and all the best festivals happen in this time. There's pumpkin flavored everything, and all the books I can't wait to read come out. This fall is a bit light for me in terms of book releases, but that's only because I'm hitting heavy in the winter and spring.

Fall brings to mind cozy nights at home, caramel apple cider, new episodes of my favorite shows. I like snuggling on the couch when the weather gets cooler, and reading. Love love love to read, and for some reason my productivity increases late in the year. Must be the cold - if I type faster I stay warm. I continue to write this month, and hopefully will see the result in the usual online retailers next year. For now, I'll leave you with a snippit of something I'm working on. It's super short, because I'm trying to decide what to do with it.

Ant figured the driver hadn’t ranted for his benefit and so he walked backward a few steps before turning to face Pacific Ave. Late December meant few vehicles, if any, and a clear view of the blue horizon. His fox sensibilities tended to pull him toward woodsy marsh areas, but he also loved the ocean. Though he could go outside in his pajamas pants and t-shirt, he knew the water would be too damn cold for a dip. Even in his fur, he wouldn’t chance it.

He spent the next few minutes playing traffic controller, waving the U-Haul to the point where the driver could reverse safely onto the main road and drive to his side of the complex. The curly-haired man waved with a smile and yanked the stick to drive.

“Some Christmas, huh?” he called out as he rolled away.

Ant stood in place, unfazed by sharp exhaust fumes, and keeping an eye on the beautiful face reflected in the huge driver’s side mirror.

Some Christmas. Ho ho ho.

It gets hotter later on, you'll have to trust me.

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Monday, September 15, 2014

99 Cent Sale at Amazon Kindle

Deals and Steals From Leigh Ellwood!

Happy Autumn! Hope you're as excited as I am to see two of my books discounted to 99 CENTS at Amazon Kindle. Both are on sale this week only, so if you haven't read either/both this is a great time to get them.

Truth or Dare was my first erotic romance and it spawned a nice series for me. It's usually $4.99 so this is a great deal!

Love is Bliss is a duology of two paranormal romances in a newer series. Normally $2.99, it's a great deal, especially with a third story due soon.

New Releases Coming Soon

If you enjoyed my first Decadent Publishing 1Night Stand story, A Different Class, keep an eye out for A Class Act (M/M), which is newly contracted. A third story in the Love is Bliss series, Holiday Bliss (M/F), is due out this winter as part of a box set, and another M/M short (title TBA) is also coming at the end of the year. I'm excited to share these new stories with you!

In Other News...

I am close to my goal of 125 titles read in 2014. If you follow my blog I finished another title in the Sideboob TBR, and I also enjoyed recent releases from Mary Kubica (The Good Girl), Heather Ames (Indelible), and Cheryl Dragon (Rough Landing). You're welcome to chat me up on Twitter and tell me what you're reading.

Friday, September 12, 2014

Guest Author: Laila Blake and Forbidden Fruit

Hi, everybody. There's a new anthology of lesbian romance out called Forbidden Fruit. Today I'm pleased to host Axa Lee, who has interviewed one of the contributors - Laila Blake. Enjoy!

Who are your influences as a writer?

There is no greater influence than the writers close to me. From my friend and sometimes co-author L.C. Spoering to anyone I've been lucky enough to share space in anthology with. They are the people I learn from, and who push me – consciously or less so – to become a better writer, to work harder, to do better.

As for famous authors, it's hard to say. I always feel like the writers I admire most are the ones I could never hope to match, or those with just a very different skill set or interests. And I don't remember ever having read that one book that made me want to write: writing came long before I was aware of influences. If anything, I would say that my favourite writers mix genres very eloquently, break rules, and I think I always try to do that in some way.

Which books are on your “damn I wish I wrote that!” list?

A lot. For very different reasons: Momo by Michael Ende. Juliet, Naked by Nick Hornby. How to Breathe Underwater by Julie Orringer. The Time Traveler's Wife by Audrey Niffenegger.
It's those books that feel like they could have come from me, if I had that skill. Books that express the things I try to express, or hit on points I feel strongly about. I'm sure there are a lot more.

What do you wish you’d learned or put into practice in your writing career sooner?

This is a hard one to answer. I feel like I still am very early in my writing career: I started writing what would become my first finished novel about two years ago. In January 2013, my first ever short story was accepted into an erotic anthology (fun fact: that anthology has not yet come out, lol, but it's scheduled for this November). So maybe I haven't reached the stage yet, where I look upon my younger self with sage advice.

I think we learn all learn our lessons when we are ready to learn them, though, and I have no doubt that there are many more on the horizon for me. I have made good decisions and bad ones, but not one that I regret to this day. Writing is a journey of discovery, and you do the best you can at any given moment.

Who is your ideal reader?

Through long reiterations of trial and error, beta readers and book reviews, I have come to the conclusion that my ideal reader is a person who enjoys something just a little bit different (mostly because the people who love my work best, always tend to praise me for this, although I am never quite sure what they mean). They are a person who is interested in the world around them. In issues of equality and diversity. Someone who enjoys the way a story is written as much as what the story is about.

Tell me about your story.

The premise of Forbidden Fruit: Stories of Unwise Lesbian Desire gave me the chance to write something that's been spooking around in my head for a while. I am not usually a fan of historical novels, but I quite like period movies and series. And like a lot of people, I am quite taken in by the charms of Downton Abbey.

Now, dirty minded as I can be, I always liked the scenes of the maid, dressing the young ladies, the easy intimacy between them, the trust and the blossoming friendships.

The Law of Reciprocity isn't quite set in the same time as Downton Abbey, nor are the characters anything like the ones in the show, but that's definitely where the first spark hit. It follows the story of Hannah, a young maid desperately in love with her mistress, and the swell of feelings she harbors for her servant in return.

But why don't you check out this excerpt of The Law of Reciprocity?


I just want to be close to her.

The letters were the awkward, hesitant scrawl of the barely literate, written shakily on a scrap of paper. The knuckles of Hannah’s fingers were white and bloodless around the feather. They trembled as she held it, and a drop of ink  dislodged, painted an uneven circle on the paper. Hannah blinked, watched the  writing swim in and out of focus before her eyes.

“Now give it to me,” the gypsy woman said. She held out her hand, white,  wrinkly, and covered in gaudy jewels. Her wrist jangled with glittering bracelets.

Instinctively, Hannah closed her hand around the scrap of paper and pulled it closer to her body, to protect it, to hide the terrible desire. The gypsy woman raised her brows. There was a mocking quality to her painted face. She  was old, and spoke with an accent that Hannah didn’t recognize. The woman’s accent, her air of mystery, her colorful tent, the golden thread and coins that had been worked into her glittering headscarf, the aroma of spices in the sticky air—all made Hannah dizzy.

“Give it,” the gypsy repeated. “Mama Katsu keeps all her little friends’ secrets.” Almost suggestively, she ran her finger over the small stack of coins on the table: two weeks’ wages for a heart’s desire.

Hannah pressed her eyes shut as she extended her hand. She could feel the heat of the flame that burned in a little bowl in the center of the table. Then the gypsy plucked the paper from her hand.

“Don’t...” Hannah whispered, but it was too late. The old woman’s eyes were already scanning her words. The wrinkles on her forehead seemed to multiply, to pile up in ridges and plunge down into crevasses of skin.

Then she tossed it into bowl of fire. The paper curled and blackened.

For a second, the words stood out in sharp relief and then everything crumpled to ash. It dispersed in the oil, darkened it.

“Now the name,” she said, and Hannah was sure her voice ran colder than just before. A shiver ran down her spine, and she rolled the feather between her thumb and index finger. The second scrap of paper lay on the table before her and Hannah stared at it, at the fraying edges, the beige color, the visible fibers.

The feather scratched on the paper, louder than the old woman’s rattling breath, louder than the sound of the fairground outside the tent, louder than the laughing, drinking country folk.

“Give it,” the gypsy repeated impatiently.

Again, Hannah reached across the flame. She watched the wrinkled hand approach, watched the firelight dance ominously on the shiny rings and bracelets. They too moved in and out of focus; 
Hannah felt woozy and sick, and she couldn’t breathe, as if the incense were coating the inside of her lungs.

With a last effort, she wrenched her hand from the center of the table and cradled the scrap of paper against her chest.

“I... I changed my mind,” she breathed, stumbling to her feet. From the corner of her eye, she saw the old woman slip the coins off the table, and then Hannah made for the tent flap and the open air.

It was almost dark outside. The bonfire threw sparks like stars into the spring air; skirts swished and flew in dancing circles. The music was louder here, so too the laughter and rhythmic clapping.
Hannah fought for air. Someone offered help, pushed a mug of ale into her shaking hand, and the paper fluttered away. She could read it, just for a second, before the wind tore toward the fire: Lady Rose Talbot.


The next stop on the Forbidden Fruit blog tour is Niki Crow who is guest posting at Lesfic and Lipstick and who is interviewing Sacchi Green. 

Leave a comment on any post in the Forbidden Fruit blog tour to be entered into a random draw to win one of these great prizes.  Prizes include a paperback copy of Girls Who Score, lesbian sports erotica edited by Ily Goyanes, Best Lesbian Romance 2011 edited by Radclyffe, an ebook of Ladylit’s first lesbian anthology Anything She Wants, and a bundle of three mini-anthologies from Ladylit: Sweat, A Christmas to Remember and Bossy.  All of these titles contain some stories written by the fabulous contributors to Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire. You must include an email address in  your comment to be entered into the draw.

Forbidden Fruit: stories of unwise lesbian desire is available direct from the publisher, Ladylit ( or from Amazon, Smashwords, and other good retailers of ebooks.  Check out for all purchasing information.

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Cover Reveal: Rock My Senses by Lisa Carlisle

One of my fellow EC authors, Lisa Carlisle, has a hot cover and I had to share it. Check out ROCK MY SENSES:

Looks good, huh? I notice, too, Ellora's Cave has done away with the black top bar. The branding is still there, just subtle like you see with other publishers. I wonder if EC will retro fit covers or just do this going forward.

Anyway, go to Lisa's site now for the scoop on this book!

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

Libby Waterford - Passionate History

Please welcome fellow Decadent Publishing author Libby Waterford!

Thanks for stopping to chat! Please tell us a bit about your latest release, or what's coming up.

Thanks for having me, Leigh! Passionate History is an erotic novella that takes places at the reunion/commencement weekend at a small liberal arts college in New England. Aidan and Bree shared one hot night together on the eve of Bree’s college graduation. Now she’s back for her five-year reunion, but her former professor/lover isn’t exactly happy to see her.

What is a day in your writing life like? Do you have a set schedule?

I would love to have a set schedule, but I’m mostly at the whim of my two-year-old. I write when he’s napping and any other times I can sneak in.

Do you consider yourself a plotter or a pantser? Or maybe both?

I definitely consider myself a pantser. For me, the magic of the story is finding out what happens as I write. I’ve grown to love self-editing, so that’s when the plot wrinkles get ironed out.

Do you prefer to write one specific genre, or are you a bit all over the map? What is your favorite genre to write and why?

I’m a contemporary romance author through and through. I love to read historicals and some paranormals, but I couldn’t write them to save my life. Where my variation comes in is heat level. I’ve written a variety, and I always strive to make sure the sex matches the needs of the story.

Are you published primarily in print or eBook, or both equally? Which format do you prefer and why?

I’m primarily published in ebook format. I read both, but I find ebook to be the most flexible format as a reader.

What do you have planned writing wise for the rest of the year?

I have two more novellas set at the same reunion/commencement weekend that Passionate History takes place at and I’m hoping to get them in reader’s hands by the end of the year!

Do you have any social media profiles/pages where readers can follow you?

I’m most active on Twitter, Facebook, and Goodreads. Please come connect with me!






Do you have a blog/Yahoo group for readers to stay updated on your works?

I’ve got a blog and a newsletter: The blog gets the best photos and first news flashes.

Libby’s blog:

Libby’s newsletter:

What was the last book that you read? What did you think?

I just read Hard Glamour, a new adult novel by Maggie Marr, about an up and coming Hollywood action star and his new script reader, the proverbial girl from Kansas. It was hot and a great start to the series.

Most f***able movie star of the 1930s-50s? Why?

This is a tough one to narrow down. I’m going with Gregory Peck. Tall, dark, handsome, and that incredibly sexy voice!


Passionate History
by Libby Waterford

A contemporary erotic romance novella

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross seduces her favorite art history professor. She doesn’t expect buttoned-up Professor Worthy to give her the best sex of her life, or anticipate that leaving him to start her post-college life would be so difficult. Their unforgettable encounter haunts her, and five years later, she finds herself back on campus for her college reunion—with a specific goal in mind. How hard could it be to convince her ex-professor to write her a letter of recommendation for graduate school?

Straight-laced Professor Aidan Worthy has adhered to his carefully-aligned morals his entire teaching career…until Bree Ross walks into his classroom. Guilt plagues him for his one transgression because that one amazing night has been seared onto his brain. When she waltzes back into his life after five years of silence, he’s not thrilled. But he can’t deny the illicit spark they once shared has not disappeared, and he worries he won’t be able to resist temptation a second time.

Over the course of the tumultuous reunion and commencement weekend at Weston University, rain, relatives, and rental cars force the two to confront their sizzling desire and burgeoning feelings. Is their passionate history enough to keep them together, or will it drive them apart?

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Short blurb:                                                                                                                                

On the eve of her college graduation, Bree Ross crosses a blurry line and seduces her favorite professor. Aidan Worthy has never been able to erase the guilt, or the erotic memories, from his one night with Bree. After five years, neither of them is thrilled to find their paths intersecting again, but they can’t deny the illicit spark between them lives on.

About the Author:

Libby Waterford writes steamy contemporary romances. She lives in Los Angeles with her family and works off her weekly pilgrimage to In-N-Out by swimming and climbing the city’s hidden staircases.

Contact Libby:


Enjoy the following excerpt for Passionate History:

“Professor—Aidan,” she said, sounding embarrassed.
Good. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to find my rental car. I think I parked it somewhere around here, and I can’t exactly remember what it looks like.”
“Can’t you click the remote key? If it’s nearby the lights will go off when you unlock it.” There, his brain had produced a sensible suggestion, even as it occupied itself with cataloguing her scent, the tired smudges under her eyes, and the curve of her hips outlined by a flowy skirt.
“I would, except the only car left on the lot was some micro-budget sedan. I can’t remember the model.” She held her key out to him. “No remote entry.”
“Can you call the rental car company?”
“I tried. They’re closed.”
Aidan stood in the street, staring at her. Bree Ross. Former student. Former lover. It was unbelievably frustrating how much he still desired her. But perhaps this was the universe telling him he had a second chance to be a gentleman.
“Well, you can’t go around looking in every car on campus. You’ll get arrested. Come on, I can give you a ride.”
“Oh, no, thanks. I can walk.”
“It’s pitch black and about to rain. I’m not letting you walk anywhere alone tonight.”
“I can go to the green, to the dance. I can catch a ride with a friend.”
“Then I’ll walk you to the dance.”
“That’s all right—”
“Bree.” His voice was a warning. “Don’t be an idiot. Let me help you.”