Friday, December 31, 2010

Happy New Year

Positive Motivation is not easy to find but demotivational can be down right funny.

Thought I'd start the new year off with some laughs.

Don't we all want to be warriors whether we are virgins are not?


Saturday, December 25, 2010

Merry Christmas

Hope Santa delivered everything you wanted for the holidays.

And here's to a wonderful new year.


Monday, December 13, 2010

We are Each Unique

Anyone who believes that men are the equal to women has never seen a man trying to wrap a Christmas present!


Each Day

Make special - and enjoy the holiday season.


Friday, December 10, 2010

Cover for Fairy Fun

Wanted to share the cover for my new short story coming out next year.


Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

The first Thanksgiving celebration lasted three days.

Now we start on Thursday and end it on Sunday with food, football, and family.



Thursday, November 18, 2010

New Review for Banished Hero

Check it out at

As always its a pleasure to have a reviewer, who takes the time to review my book.

Thank you, Starla Kaye


Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Going Hunting?

I always find the thought of going on a turkey hunt amusing. First, I wouldn't be able to eat anything I personally shot and the feathers--what a mess to clean.

I'm oh so happy for grocery stores.


Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Donkey or Turkey?

Which one would you rather be?

Enjoy the season


Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Sunday, October 31, 2010

Happy Halloween

Having fun in a number of places.

First stop by Clara Hanoux blog and read a review of "Banished Witch"

Also go play at

and win all sorts of prizes.

Have fun,


Friday, October 29, 2010

Temptation Everywhere

Can help but think of fun, while viewing this delicate flower.
Now bring on those long winter nights.

If you want to feel more,
Read Anita Philmar

Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Orgie of Fun

Wild and free, how can one resist the beauty?


Sunday, October 24, 2010

A Rod of Color

A tempting staff of bright red can attached a lot of attention in the vast world of nature.


Thursday, October 21, 2010

Flower Fun

With the weather turning colder, my desire for spring has increased. So I thought I'd break out a few pictures to remind me why spring is the season for love.

The petals are soft and inviting --- now where is a bee when you need one.


Saturday, October 16, 2010

New Book from Rachel Leigh


Laura Markham needs to forget - just for awhile. Be someone else for change - live as her parents will never have the chance to. And for Laura, that means leaving the City for the English countryside and doing just what the hell she feels like…wherever she feels like doing it…

British stockbroker, Stephen Cambridge knows by going home to his country retreat two days early, he's likely to surprise his contracted interior designer. And when he finds out she's the woman who performed the solo masterbation show for him on the inward bound journey, Stephen will do anything to further convince her to miss outward bound train and stay with him forever…


Rachel Leigh
Buy Link:

Purchase Rachel's book


Rachel x

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Cary Grant - one hot guy

What can you say about such an awesome man? Check out his autobiography on the following website.  It not only tells you about him as a person but about his life.

Now that's inspiration.
Have an wonderful day,


Sunday, September 26, 2010

Today's Inspiration - Toby Keith

Now here is a man worth fantasizing about. Sexy, wears a cowboy hat, and has a voice to ignite your blood with passion.

Let your mind go wild.


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Review of my audio book "Black Dragon Blood"

Found this review on

reviewed by Tammys

"3 1/2 Hearts! While I enjoyed this story, I found that there was just too much sex. I like sex, even a lot of sex in the stories I read, but the amount in this one was exhausting. However, the rest of the story made up for it, and I was able to enjoy it."

Thanks Tammys,


Cartoon Inspiration

"Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn't even the star of his own Halloween special."

Chris Rock quotes

Monday, September 13, 2010

Lastest Review for Banished Witch

Review for Siren Book Review
Banished Witch is a good story. It has a little of everything intrigue, shape-shifting, different worlds, witches, magic, and a love story.

Danni and Omar have a lot of obstacles to overcome if they are to be together. Danni doesn’t feel worthy of the love Omar offers freely. Danni must free herself from her past to move forward.
Check it out,

Tuesday, September 7, 2010

Audrey Hepburn quote

"Sex appeal is something that you feel deep down inside. It's suggested rather than shown. I'm not as well-stacked as Sophia Loren or Gina Lollobrigida, but there is more to sex appeal than just measurements. I don't need a bedroom to prove my womanliness. I can convey just as much sex appeal, picking apples off a tree or standing in the rain." quote from Audrey Hepburn.

When asked if she would every write a biography, Audrey answered. "If I were to write a biography, it would start like this: I was born in Brussels, Belgium, on May 4, 1929 . . . and I died six weeks later." Having developed a case of whooping cough, her heart monentarily stopped but her mother acted quickly and slapped her on the back which saved her life.

My information came from

Have an awesome day,


Monday, July 19, 2010

New Review for "Banished Witch"

Like to let my readers know when I have a great review.

From Night Owl erotica

Genre: Spicy Romance
Reviewed by: Tigger9

Banished Witch was a great read. I loved the characters and felt for them through the struggles that they were trying to overcome. Danella and Omar know that they are soul mates but Danella is in denial because of what she has gone through and been forced to do in the last ten years. Omar struggles to get through the walls that are guarding her heart and keeping him out. Omar just wants to be with Danella and wants her to be happy.

Read the rest at


Friday, July 9, 2010

A Visit from Lisabet Sarai

Ruby's Rules

By Lisabet Sarai

Eternal Press 2008


Ruby Maxwell Chen, the beautiful and ruthless CEO of a huge British business empire, is used to getting her way. When she encounters American entrepreneur Rick Martell, though, she wonders if she hasn't finally met her match. From the trendy clubs of London to the Hollywood Hills, Ruby and Rick compete for ownership of a strategic factory in Malaysia. Neither has any qualms about using sexual wiles to smooth the path to success. Neither anticipates that their mutual attraction will turn into something more intense and difficult to control.

Excerpt (PG)

I hear the door open, open, but for half a minute, I do not look up from the papers on my desk. Let him understand that he is not my most important business.

When I finally do raise my head, it takes every shred of my self-control not to betray my shock. It is him, my arrogant seducer from last night. His hair is neatly combed, true, he is wearing an armani suit and there is a flash of gold at his cuffs, but there is no mistaking that pirate mustache or those intelligent, audacious eyes.

Once again, I sense the sexual force that emanates from him. I will not succumb this time. I will not even acknowledge our previous meeting.
I summon every ounce of power and pride. Rising from my chair, I offer him my hand. “Mr. Martell? I am Ruby Maxwell Chen.”

My skin must be cold, for his feels burning hot.  I release him as quickly as politeness allows. “Please sit down.” My voice is cool, even, neutral.  Even I am amazed, and I see grudging admiration in  Martell’s eyes.

“Thank you for making time to see me, Ms. Chen.” He has decided to participate in the charade. Good, that should make things easier.

“If you had not contacted me, I would have sought a meeting with you. I understand that we have some common interests.”

Am I deliberately baiting him? He wonders, and so do I.

“Quite so,” He says seriously, “And I believe that we can resolve the situation to our mutual benefit.”

I make my face a mask. “Please proceed.”

“I need that fabrication plant in Malaysia. Etymologics needs it.” His eyes flash. “We have several designs nearing completion, and we cannot risk manufacturing them in the states.”

“Risk?” I ask, caught up in his intensity.

“Industrial espionage,” he says.  “In the U.S. we could not afford our own fab plant; we would have to contract as a third party. It would be all too easy for our competitors to steal our designs. We have applied for several patents, but as you know, that takes a long time, and provides only the smallest measure of security.

“Malaysia, Baktar’S Plant, is perfect for our needs. A foundry that we can own and control. And I know the country, know the people and how things work.

“So I gather. You grew up there, did you not? In fact, your mother is Malay, I believe.”

Martell grins. “You've done your research, Ms. Chen. Yes, Malaysia is my second home.”

He does not say anymore, but somehow I know that he is aware of my background as well, my part-British, part-Asian heritage. What a strange coincidence, that we should have such a similar history.
“I gather that you have persuaded Mr. Baktar that your company would serve his interests better than the Maxwell Companies as proprietors of his chip foundry. Presumably, by offering him a higher price.”

Martell does not speak, but I read assent on his face.
“And if the Maxwell Companies should meet or exceed your offer, what then?" I lean forward to make my point.  “We are a far larger enterprise than your Etymologics, Mr. Martell. We have deep pockets.”

Martell grins, most incongruous given the tension in the air. “I am aware of the size and power of your company, Ms. Chen. However, you may not be aware that Ahmed Nasruddin Baktar is a distant cousin on my mother's side. There are ties of blood to consider.”

And favors, and counter-favors, I think bitterly. Martell is animated and relaxed. He seems not the least cowed by me, though he continues his respectful form of address. From half a room away, I feel the force of his presence, willing me to melt, to accede to his desires.

I struggle to take control of the conversation, and my own unruly reactions to his damned physicality.  “You spoke of mutual benefits, Mr. Martell. Do you have a specific proposal to present?”

“Yes, I do.” He suddenly seems almost boyish in his eagerness. “Rather than being adversaries, let us become partners..”

I raise one skeptical eyebrow, but say nothing.

“I propose that we—Etymologics and the Maxwell Companies—invest jointly in Baktar’s Plant. Fifty-fifty, at the price that you last quoted him. In return, Etymologics will have first claim on the Foundry’s capacity, for our own designs.  Meanwhile, your company will book and mangae contracts for third-party  fabrication projects to utilize the excess capacity.”

“In which company would the title be vested?”

“Etymologics would be the official owner. We need to have final control in order to securely advance our technologies. But we will not require more than twenty-five percent of the plant’s capacity, at a maximum, while the Maxwell Companies will keep eight-five percent of the revenues from all outside projects.”

I do not like the way that this is going. He is too glib. Before I can object, though, he has pulled a slim notebook computer from his briefcase and is beside me, setting it up on my desk.

“Just take a look at these figures, Ruby. You’ll make millions.” He stands disturbingly close as he fiddles with the touch pad, booting the machine. I catch a whiff of his evergreen cologne. Despite my resolve, my knees turn weak. I am assaulted by an all-too-real image of his tumescent cock, swaying in front of my face, and the remembered sensation of the probing whip handle.

He is logging in, eager to show me his analysis. My eyes follow his fingers; I cannot help it. B-A-R-R-A-C-U-D-A. I suppress the urge to laugh at the way his password mirrors his self-perception. As he brings up his spreadsheet, I scrutinize his face. Did he deliberately reveal his password? Or was this a careless slip on his part? He seems unaware of any lapse as he points excitedly at the screen. I file the information away for possible future use.

“You see, Ruby. Based on these projections, your company would clear three million pounds annually, even if Etymologics projects consume the maximum anticipated capacity. Given ramp-up time, I would expect that our utilization will be significantly lower than maximum, especially during the first two years, leaving you with even higher profits.”

“This assumes that the current boom in chip fabrication outsourcing continues, however. May I?” I reach forward without his permission and start typing over the values in some of his spreadsheet cells. “What if the market softens? What if there is another Asian economic crisis, as some analysts are predicting? In that case, not only would I not profit, I would lose money on my investment.” I point to the final column of numbers, which revises itself in response to my changed parameters.

“Meanwhile,” I say, looking him straight in the eye, “Etymologics gets guaranteed production facilities at a discount rate.” Martell holds my gaze, hint of a smile half-hidden by his mustache. “It seems that I am taking all the risk, whereas you get a certified benefit.”

“Quite correct, Ruby.” Some part of me notes his annoying shift to familiar address. “However, the likely returns on your investment if current conditions hold are nothing short of phenomenal.” He looks at me thoughtfully. “As you know, the Maxwell Companies did not grow to their present impressive size without taking some risks.”

He is right, of course, and his basic analysis appears sound. Somehow, though, I don’t trust this man, with his flashy suit, his easy-going American manner and his loose-limbed body that oozes sexuality with every move. He knew that I would be at Proscenium last night, clearly, targeted me and humbled me, just to obtain an advantage in the present negotiations. Was this someone that I wanted as a business partner?

“No, Mr. Martell,” I say finally, trying to put steel in my eyes and in my voice. “Maxwell Companies must own and control the foundry in Cyberjaya. I would be willing to consider providing discounted rates or preferential booking for Etymologics, in return for some investment from you. However, that plant is to be the anchor for Maxwell’s expansion into Asia. I cannot relinquish it to someone else.”

Martell says nothing. For long minutes, we simply look at each other, at an impasse, while the heat rises. He cannot quite believe that I have refused. I try to imagine seducing him as I did my Mr. Dalton, using my body to bend him to my will. I fail utterly.

Thanks Lisabet for stopping by,


Wednesday, July 7, 2010

A Mysterious Meeting Steve and Danni

J.E and I were talking about our characters one day and we decided it might be fun if the two met. Here is what happens when DARK RECKONING meets BANISHED WITCH (for Part 2 please jump over to

"Damn rain," Steve Williams mumbled as he snapped the wet map in his hand and closed the tavern door behind him. Strolling to the bar, his eyes scanned the dark recesses landing on the stocky bartender. He slid onto one of several empty barstools. "I think I took a wrong turn, can you tell me where I am?"

The bartender continued to dry the beer mug in his grasp, his eyes flicking between Steve and someone just beyond him.

Steve glanced in the direction of the bartender’s stare and did a double take. A sexy blonde took the seat next to him, giving him a full view of her breasts with the sultry motion. She leaned forward and his breath caught in his throat, her ample cleavage teasing him and drawing a quick flick of his tongue over his lips while he dragged his gaze to her smoky blue eyes.

“You lost?”

He smiled and shrugged. “I really should know the way to Brooksfield by now, but I must have zoned out and taken a wrong turn somewhere. I don’t ever remember seeing this tavern on Route 4 before.” He turned, studying the rustic pine flooring and basic wagon wheel tables, all of which reminded him of an ancient tavern as opposed to a modern day pub. For an instant, he thought he walked into the early eighteen hundreds and he focused back on the woman next to him.

Her secret smile sent a shiver down his spine, breaking his skin into hard nubs of gooseflesh and shaking a sliver of illogical fear into his mouth. He forced the tinny taste down his throat and nodded to the bartender. “Corona please?”
The bartender’s hands stopped leaving the rag hanging out of the pristine mugs mouth like a dog’s tongue on a hot summer day. “Corona?” His eyebrows scrunched together.

Steve did a quick sweep of the bar, noting the absence of beer bottles lining the back counter, like so many of the establishments did these days to advertise their stock . Even the number of hard liquor choices was sparse and none of the bottles carried labels. This place was obviously a throwback to some earlier time so maybe they didn’t serve bottled beer here. The one draft tap seemed ancient and worn and he pointed his chin in that direction. “What do you have on draft?”


The dust hanging in the air along with an uneasy twinge dried all the spit from his mouth and Steve suppressed a sarcastic comeback and nodded. “I’ll have a beer please.”

With a leery glance in the woman’s direction, the bartender pulled the rag out of the shimmering mug and filled it, the foam mounting and cascading over the edges as he set it on the counter before Steve without a word.

The bartender shuffled to the far end of the bar, busying himself with the other patrons and Steve raised his eyebrows at the sliver of dark amber liquid capped with a frothing head.

“I can fix that for you,” she said and stuck her index finger in the foam before he could protest.

He watched, transfixed as she stirred her hand in languid circles. The foam first clung to her delicate skin then receding to a thin layer before she pulled her hand away from the settling beer. Instead of licking her finger, she wiped it on the cocktail napkin and leaned back in her seat, studying him.

“Thanks,” he shifted under her inquisitive stare and glanced at his watch. He told Jack he’d be in Brooksfield in an hour and according to his watch; he was going to miss that meeting. Shit, Jack wasn’t going to be very happy with him. Not happy at all. Under normal circumstances, he would have gladly ignored his orders and spent more time getting to know the beauty next to him, but this time he couldn’t. A missing child’s life hung in the balance and finding her was more important than satisfying his over active libido. “What’s your name?”


He took a quick swig of the beer, drowning the metallic lining in his mouth and replacing it with a bitter undercurrent. He looked at the beer in his hand and then at her sparkling blue eyes, cocking his head at the unfamiliar taste. Setting the glass down, he unfolded the map. “Well Danni, can you show me where we are so I can get back on the road?”

The map fizzled out of focus and he blinked it back just in time for her hand to cover his, her sparkling red nails shining under the increasing light.

Thanks J.E.Taylor for dreaming up a met between our two characters - Steve and Danni. It was fun.

Now Everyone Check out Dark Reckoning:


A sadistic killer stalks the secluded college town of Brooksfield , New Hampshire . With bodies piling up and rumors of the murders being part of sacrificial hazing rituals, the FBI plants Special Agent Steve Williams in a fraternity at Brooksfield University . His investigation takes a ninety degree turn into the bizarre when he’s introduced to Jennifer, a clairvoyant co-ed who swears the killer isn’t human.

Steve considers the plausibility of the extraordinary, the unspeakable, even the inconceivable when his notebook starts bleeding cryptic messages. Messages that indicate Jennifer is at the heart of the darkness in Brooksfield.

When she describes her latest vision, a trail of violent deaths, including his, Steve asks the million-dollar question: Is Jennifer trying to help . . . or is she actually the one responsible?

Find more about J.E.

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Monday, July 5, 2010

New Review for Banished Witch

Got Erotic Romance Reviews has posted a review for Banished Witch by Anita Philmar.

Rating: 4 Diamonds

Heat Level: Erotic
Other: Explicit language, anal sex, ménage, light bondage
Reviewer: S. K. Fero
Date: 6-29-10

You can read the review here:

Here is a little of what they have to say

This is a second chance at love story with a paranormal twist involving a witch and shape-shifters. The characters were fairly well done and their emotions tugged at the reader’s heart. The obstacles they face are difficult, but with determination conquerable.

Check it out,


Tuesday, June 29, 2010

Intelligence is Sexy

Thanks,  Lisabet Sarai for stopping by.

What kind of heroes do you like? That's a topic that comes up all the time in romance author interviews. Alphas―tall, tough and taciturn, the kind of guys who take over and practically force you to love them? Betas―sensitive, responsible, best-friend type of guys who turn out to have harbored secret passions for years? Anti-heroes―bad boys who break all the rules and maybe even the law, but who are too sexy to resist?

My answer? I like smart guys. How the hero looks doesn't matter nearly as much as whether he's got something special between his ears. In the real world and in fiction (mine and the work of others), I find intelligence to be a turn on.

I'm a sucker for the brilliant nerd type. One reason is that I've known so many. (In fact, I married one!) I spent the first twenty six years of my life in school, getting more degrees than anyone should ever want. In the process, I met and loved my share of near-genius men―guys who could discourse for hours on the subjective nature of reality and the illusion of time, or create a mathematical model of the solar system, or build a functioning computer from bottle caps, paper clips and picture wire.

Why are intelligent men attractive? Well, for one thing, most are less likely to be threatened by an intelligent woman. Instead, they appreciate a companion who doesn't bore them. Insight or intuition often, though not always, accompanies intelligence―my genius guys sometimes knew what I wanted before I did. In addition, my experiences suggest that, contrary to the nerd stereotype, bright men are more highly sexed. Or just possibly they're more desperate, but the end result is the same―more passion!

I've written some alpha heroes, but many of my favorite characters don't fit the mold. One example is Rick Martell in Ruby's Rules. The whole book is a contest of wits, wills and sexual wiles, pitting Rick, a clever, charismatic (but not particularly handsome) entrepreneur against Ruby, the brilliant, subtle young CEO of an international business empire. Despite their fierce competition for ownership of a strategic semiconductor factory, Rick and Ruby find each other irresistibly attractive. In fact, the intellectual games they play only fan the flames of their mutual passion.

Here's a brief excerpt (R-rated), the scene where Ruby first meets Rick:

“Bravo.” A soft, melodious male voice, and then the sound of applause. “I’m extremely impressed.”

I pull myself abruptly upright. Did someone dare to watch me and my medieval servitor?

I have just been finger-fucked to exhaustion, yet my first reaction is a wave of total, incomprehensible lust. Incomprehensible because the man who stands between the parted curtains is not at all my type. He is short and wiry. His hair is scraggly and a bit too long around his ears, and he has a dreadful drooping black mustache. He wears nondescript jeans and a khaki shirt.

Somehow, though, he radiates sexuality. His aura is palpable, the air thick and sticky as syrup. He fixes me with his intense, dark eyes and grins. I feel like I am melting. I want to spread my legs wider, desperately offer my swelling sex for him to use as he will.

I struggle with my impulses, close my legs decisively and try to stare him down. “I gather you were spying on me and my admirer.”

“Indeed. A most entertaining and instructive tableau.” He enters the balcony-space, letting the curtains close behind him, and picks up the flogger. The knotted thongs dangle an inch above my cleavage. “You seem to be quite an expert in the arts of discipline.”

“Hardly,” I say, taking the whip from him, trying to take control of the interaction. “I am just beginning to explore the possibilities. But,” I say, my eyes narrowing to watch his reaction, “I do find myself quite sensitive to my partners’ desires to yield to my power.”

“I could see that. You knew what he wanted, and you gave it to him.” He pauses and searches my face. “But, do you know what I want?”

Truly, I have no idea. He seems fascinated by the flogger, but I sense only a hint of submission in him, a playful curiosity totally different from the aching need of my recent conquest.

His eyes play over my body in a leisurely fashion, appreciative, it seems, but not urgent. Surreptitiously, I glance at his fly: an appealing bulk there, but no indication of arousal.

I, on the other hand, am hornier than I have been in weeks. Maybe months. Or ever. My clit throbs like a sore tooth. I lean forward so that my breasts part invitingly, and lick my painted lips.

“Tell me what you want,” I purr. “I’m feeling generous tonight, and just might grant your request.”

He leans toward me in answer, and grasps my chin. Strange electricity flows from his touch. My breasts ache. My cunt is on fire.

“I want you to take me home with you,” he says with a cryptic smile. And then he kisses me.

I am not sentimental. I am not romantic, susceptible, easily mastered. But I swear, I could drown in this kiss.

His lips are smooth and full, his tongue demanding. He tastes of peppermint, and behind that, an aromatic trace of pipe tobacco. I smell his cologne, something clean, woodsy, Scandinavian.

I do not want to give in, and yet I do. I return his kiss, open my mouth wide to his probing. He senses my partial surrender, and presses his advantage. He has slipped his hand inside my vest, now, and is pinching my nipple hard.

I love it. I am awash with lust. I am dying for him to take me. My sex is liquid, spilling over. My scent rises in the velvet-draped space. I know that I cannot hide my desire, but still I try.

“You seem most enthusiastic,” I say, my voice surprisingly steady. “But why should I allow you into my personal space?”

“Because you want to,” he says, deftly extricating my breast from its leather casing and planting a kiss on its tip. “And because you think that you will have more control on your home territory. As an interloper, I will necessarily be at a disadvantage.”

He is right. Many women would feel vulnerable, bringing a stranger into their home, but I am more confident on my own turf than in some unfamiliar locale. I am astonished at his perspicacity. Who is this man? He appears so ordinary and yet there is both physical attraction, and psychological intrigue.

Of course, Ruby is as intelligent as Rick. That's a major part of the dynamic that propels this novel. I should have mentioned that smart heroines are my favorites, too.

LISABET SARAI writes erotica and erotic romance in a wide range of genres. For more information about her and work, including lots of free samples, visit

-- NECESSARY MADNESS - New M/M paranormal erotic romance from Lisabet Sarai

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Thursday, June 24, 2010

Meet Frances Pauli

Hi everyone,

I wanted you to learn a little about my friend Frances Pauli.

Why do you write speculative romance?

I enjoy reading both Science Fiction and Urban Fantasy, so I write in
those areas. The Romance happens whether I intend it to or not, and
I’ve decided not to fight it. Seriously, though, I love Spec-Rom. It’s
the sort of thing I dream about. I can’t think of any other stories
I’d be this happy writing.

What are you working on now?
I’m in the middle of a holiday story at the moment. The working title
is Lords of Oak and Holly, and my protagonist is an ice sculptor who
falls for the prince of winter. I have an e-book release coming up
this summer. That one is the first in my Dimensional Hotel series, a
humorous, inter-dimensional romance about a small town hotel maid
whose new job is out of this world—literally.

What do you love most about being an author?
I love the stories, the characters and the little surprises that sneak
into my books when I’m not looking. Three years ago I couldn’t fathom
finishing a novel. Today I can’t imagine doing anything else, ever.
What is your favorite book of all time (by another author)?
That’s a close race between Andre Norton’s, Year of the Unicorn and
Christopher Moore’s, Lamb. I think Norton would edge him out, though,
because she has the romance going for her.

As an electronically published author, what advice can you give to
someone looking to dive into the industry? Any warnings or cautionary
Do a search on everyone you come into contact with. Learn as much as
you can about everything before you even consider submitting. If you
know what industry standards are, you’ll be less likely to fall for
something that doesn’t qualify.

Tell us a little about your latest release.
My first e-book, Roarke, was released in March from Devine Destinies.
The story is a futuristic romance about a mercenary who wakes from the
“dead” with no memory of her past or her identity. While piecing
together her fragmented memories, she has to decide if who she was is
really who she wants to be.

Where can readers find you?
My homepage is at:
I write a blog at:
And offer a free serial at:
The latter is a humorous space opera about a rather uptight
xeno-biologist, her space harlot sister and all the trouble they can get into and, occasionally, out of.

Roarke is available through Devine Destinies:
And on Amazon:

I’m also offering a copy of a free-ebook sampler, Temptations, to
anyone who comments on the blog. The sampler features love scenes from
various romance and erotica authors and includes a scene from my
unpublished story, A New Canterbury Affair. The book is 18 and over
only, please. If you’d like a copy, post an email addy in the comments
or send it to me privately.

Thanks, and thanks to Anita for having me stop by!

Friday, June 11, 2010

Anita Philmar's Banished Witch -- Now Available


Once a princess of Ardenia, Danella, left her homeland to warn her childhood sweetheart only to be kidnapped and sold into slavery. Learning the dark magic from her keeper, she grew to accept her role as a witch to protect her family and track down the traitor to the crown. But when Omar Mandel, the love from her past, arrives to bring her home, she realizes she can never go home. That doesn't mean she can't use his assistance in her plan for revenge and, in the meantime, live out a few unfulfilled fantasies.

The queen wants her daughter to come home and Omar’s job is to see that it happens. However, Danella isn’t the same sweet girl he remembers. In her place is a sexy woman who excites his lust and claims his heart. He must teach her to trust in his love and face the sins of the past if they are to have a future together.


He followed the quick action of her fingers as she loosened her clothes. His blood raced through his veins in anticipation of viewing her luscious breasts. “And what animal do you usually change into?”

She tugged her blouse from the waistband of her skirt. “It varies. If I’m in a hurry, I usually chose a hawk or falcon and take to the sky. Otherwise, I might choose a coyote or jaguar so I can prowl a little on the way.”

When she dropped her shirt to the ground, he marveled at the creamy white swell of her breasts. The rosy tips drawn in tight peaks spoke not only of her arousal but the cool air surrounding them.

He automatically reached for her, but she avoided his touch by stepping back, then shoved her skirt down her legs. After shedding the multi-colored fabric, she wore only a pair of black, lace-up boots. “If you want to make it to my cabin before the light disappears, you better remove your clothes, too.”

The sight of her exquisite body held him prisoner. Full plump breasts lead to a narrow waist then widened into the round curve of her hips. The light bush between her legs revealed her natural blonde hair color. He smiled and grabbed her around the waist. “And what if I can’t wait until then to claim you?”

A sly grin kissed her lips before a tiny pop broke the silence between them. The smooth texture of her skin changed into the soft caress of feathers as she shrank. The tantalizing aroma of her transformation filled his loins with a barbaric thirst for sex.

A loud call pulled his gaze skyward as a hawk soared above his head. Words filtered through his head. Do you know the hawk’s waltz?

He recalled the mating rituals performed above the trees and envisioned the joy of flying.

After a small hop, he flapped his wings and raced after her. With their destination unknown to him, she quickly outdistanced him. He sped through the air and slowly closed the gap between them. Yes.

The wind rushing over his feathers fought to cool his carnivorous hunger, but the brief teasing fragrance of her lust continued to feed his desire. The sun, escaping the pursuit of the night beast, fell below the horizon. Red, yellow, and purple lights filled the evening sky.

Why flee? he called.

Her answer stroked his thoughts. Oh, but if you can’t catch me, what kind of pleasure could you really give me?

Inflamed by her words and the fire burning through his loins, he soared higher and charted the circles she drew beneath his flight’s course.

Marking her position, he took a steep dive through the center of her path and then moved in a sharp angle upwards. He repeated the maneuver several times, coming closer and closer to her until his wing brushed hers. On his climb back to the heavens, he grabbed her talons.

Interlock in a spiraling fall, her hoarse raspy cry echoed around him. The ache in his cock intensified. How much longer would she make him wait?

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Thursday, June 10, 2010

Danni Achieved Her Goal

The Blackraven's Erotic Cafe

 After all of hunting for Dr. Raven, Danni may have found more than she bargained for. Check it out at The Blackraven's Erotic Cafe. Enter to win, and learn why Danni need a doctor.
Tomorrow is the big day. "Banished Witch" will hit the streets.


Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Danni Is Closing in on Dr. Raven

Check out the blog today at Blackraven's Reviews between Danni and AJ.

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Tuesday, June 8, 2010


Good afternoon everyone,

First, thanks for dropping by yesterday. I hope you had a GREAT time and can't wait for you to read Banished Witch. If you thought Jack was sexy, waiting until you meet Omar. He and Danni definitely set the sheets on fire as they unleash the pent up passion that's been boiling below the surface for years.

Now that I've piqued your curiosity...let's see who the lucky winner is of the $5 GC. Please remember that the winner was selected using the True Random Number Generator from RANDOM.ORG. The generator selected comment #10.

With that said...The lucky winner is...


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Diva Deb and Dr. Raven

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Read an interesting conversation between Diva Deb and Dr. Raven.

And be sure to enter to win, You have until noon tomorrow.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Danella Starts Her Hunt for Dr. Raven

Danella stormed into her sister’s suite and immediately caught sight of her brother-in-law Jack Avery. “Dr. Raven. Dr. Raven. I’m looking for Dr. Raven.”

A handsome man, she could see at a glance why her sister had decided to marry him. Even if he was a scoundrel, he had a wicked grin that told a woman without words he’d be a powerhouse in bed.

He stared off into space and his eyes took on a lust glare.

“Okay, Jack, I can tell by the dreamy smile on your face you know who she is. Now give. Tell me where I can find her.” Danella waved her fingers in a way to encourage him to confide in him. But as the princess of Ardenia, a practicing witch and his wife’s sister, she’d do whatever necessary to gain the information she sought.

Jack shook his dark head. Hair fell across his handsome face and he brushed it back with a quick swipe of his hand. “Why are you looking for Dr. Raven?”

Danni strolled to the middle of the room, her gaze judging his involuntary movements. The slight stiffening of his shoulders, the tight line of his jaw, he appeared almost protective toward the woman.

“I know you enjoyed the woman, Jack. You spent hours in her bed, enjoying her body and the unique flavor of her sex. She responded to your every desire, but…” Dannie paused, wondering if she should reveal how she watched part of the exchange in her crystal ball. She’d learn a lot about him when Dr. Raven started questioning his desire to find Kitty.

“But what?” Jack pulled her from her musing.

“But you didn’t like her questioning you about Kitty. Why you had to find her? What you plan to do when you found her? You told her how you plan to read Kitty’s desires and then to give them to her. Why? Did she cast a spell over you?”

Jack rose from the couch and paced across the room, then back. His face showed his uncertainty. “No. The lady has a dark diva spirit. With very little effort, she can worm her way into a man’s mind and get him to admit any thing.”

Danella smiled. This was the exact reason why she wanted to talk to Dr. Raven. “And where does the woman reside?”

He glared at her. “She’ll not help, but you should be able to find her where all the dark diva’s hang out at”

Pleased to have the information she needed, Danella grinned and raced for the door. Time to track down the doctor.

Don't forget to enter to win a $5 GC on each site. Then, the person who gets all of the questions right will also be entered to win a free book of their choice? On the final day, the winner gets a copy of Banished Witch and a $5 GC of their choice.

Question for today - What's the first book in the Anita Philmar's Banished series?

All contests are overnight and the winners will be announced the next day on each blog. The rules are you need to be a follower of each blog, leave an email address, answer the question and state where you would like their GC from should you win.

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Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Hunt for the BlackRaven

To celebrate the release of "Banished Witch". My herione from my new book has decided to find Dr. Raven and ask her a few question.

Join her hunt and win prizes.

June 7th  starts on this blog

June 8th Dark Divas

Dark Diva Reviews

June 9th Blackraven's Reviews

Blackraven's Reviews

June 10th at The Cafe with an overnight contest.

The Blackraven's Erotic Cafe

June 11th The day "Banished Witch" is released.

Entered to win a $5 GC on each site. Then, the person who gets all of the questions right will also be entered to win a free book of their choice? On the final day, the winner gets a copy of Banished Witch and a $5 GC of their choice.

All contests are overnight and the winners will be announced the next day on each blog.

The rules - need to be a follower of each blog, leave an email address, answer the question and state where you would like their GC from should you win.

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Wednesday, May 26, 2010

On Vacation - Don't Leave the Fun Behind

On vacation, and you didn't take your vibrator.

No worries.

Use the non-brush side of your electric tooth brush to have your thrill.

Portable, won't raise eyebrows and will still give you want you need.

Have fun,


Friday, May 14, 2010

Name ambush

This happens to me more than I would like.

"when an acquaintance you haven't seen for a long time greets you by name but you don't have time to remember their name" according to the Urban Dictionary

"Hi Anita, so glad to see you."

"Well, hello, how are you doing?" (my way of working around not remembering their name.)


Wednesday, May 12, 2010

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Fat Finger

I knew this one.

I have fat fingers all the time. Which means I make typos.


Friday, May 7, 2010

Rick Rolled

Still finding new words -

This one brought up all sorts of interesting ideas in my head.

First - if your boyfriend is name Rick - this could means some fun between the sheets.

But again I was wrong.

According to the Urban Dictionary it means-

The time it takes to react to being rick rolled. I.e. "how long it takes you to close your browser window after you've been rick rolled."

Personally, I think mine sounds like more fun.


Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Sinlaws - know what it means

Now if you had to guess what would you say.

I would guess this to mean committing a sin and breaking a law at the same time.

But I'm wrong

Sinlaw according to the Urban Dictionary means

The parents of your live-in boyfriend/girlfriend.

You learn something new everyday.

Sunday, May 2, 2010

New Terms

Mangasm - I don't know how many people have heard of these terms because to be honest they're new to me, but they sure sound like fun.

Meaning according to the Urban Dictionary is

"when a man, has an extreme rush of joy similar to an orgasm from something manly. Such as beer, spicy food, explosions, fast cars, firing big guns, hot chicks, or movies involving all of those things."

Now for the ladies- girlgasm

Meaning according to the Urban Dictionary is

The reaction a female has to something exceedingly girly, such as a shoe sale, one of her friends getting engaged, watching America's Next Top Model.

Expanding your vocabulary can be fun.


Sunday, April 25, 2010


"Sex on television can't hurt you unless you fall off."


Friday, April 23, 2010


Sex without love is an empty experience, but as empty experiences go it's one of the best."

Woody Allen


Wednesday, April 21, 2010