Always Cambridge

Always Cambridge
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Saturday, 25 October 2014

#MySexySaturday Happy Sexy #Halloween—We're Really Not Alone

Carving by CADE

Happy Sexy Halloween

A Sexy Halloween ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthors


Welcome to the 65th week of  My Sexy Saturday.
This week’s theme is a sexy Halloween. What is more sexy than Halloween? We love witches, goblins and everything that this day has come to mean. Of course, for some it’s Samhain and that’s cool too. We just love things that go bump in the night.

This week I'm sharing  an excerpt from the first book in the 
Lustful Possession Series : Meet Me in the Dark
Release Date: Winter... 
(more specifically...your guess is as good as mine)

Meet Me in the Dark : Lustful Possession Series Book One

Crishtin Davenport thought she was attending a simple Halloween eventA good scare to get the blood pumping. But instead she finds her pulse racing over one of the event’s organizers.

Josh Hewes loves nothing more than investigating paranormal activity, but after meeting Crishtin the only thing he wants to explore is her.

However, getting to know one another takes an unexpected turn when some randy spirits get in on the act.

Crish and Josh are inexplicably drawn into a heady web of desire and want nothing more than to possess each other. But they’re not the only ones.

Be careful what you invite in to play…

  EXCERPT:

“Wow, we’re really not alone, are we?”

“My expert opinion, no we are not alone. My senses are buzzing, but let’s find out. Mr. or Mrs. Allen? Congressman Peterson? If anyone is here with us, could you make yourself known?”

All of a sudden Crishtin's flashlight dimmed, then went out.

“Ha, there goes the other one.” Josh chuckled. “Keep an eye out. If we're lucky we might catch an orb.”

“God, it’s so dark,” she commented. “I can’t see a thing? Can you?” In the darkness, she noted the bedsprings creaking again.

“Here, take my hand.”

Trusting, she reached into the dark abyss. “Oh, your hand is so cold.” And it was, but that electric current of awareness when they touched was warming her right down to her toes. It was just more of the same humming sensation she’d been experiencing ever since she'd entered the house.
        
Now in a crouch position, Josh gave her a little tug and helped her stand. “Then why don’t you come here and warm me up, darlin’?”

 
Carving by AC

I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt and sneak peek. Don't forget to check out the other MSS authors from the linky list below.
Have a Sexy Saturday!

Friday, 24 October 2014

Romancing Christmas Cover Reveal: 10 Holiday Love Stories—Coming November 3 #HolidayRomance

Romancing Christmas 
10 Love Stories to Spice up the Holidays





Multi-author boxed set
Release Date: November 3, 2014
Genre: Holiday Romance

Cover Artist:
Bella Media Management
 
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Do you like your Christmas nice...or a little naughty? Bring the season into your heart with love stories to match your mood. This boxed set from 10 of today’s hottest romance authors will warm your heart even on the coldest night.


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Join the ROMANCING CHRISTMAS authors for their LAUNCH DAY PARTY! The authors and a slew of their sassy friends will be celebrating the release, November 3rd, 4th, and 5th, 10:30 AM to 10:30 PM (EASTERN TIME).

Prizes Galore, Q&A, Authors, Readers, Books, and FUN! So what are you waiting for? Come join us and have a blast!

~~Novellas included in set~~
USA Today Bestselling Author Dale Mayer ~ Broken Protocols 3.5 

Award-winning author H.D. Thomson ~ Shades of Holly

Chantel Rhondeau ~ Season For Love

Award-winning author Leslie Lynch ~ Christmas Hope

Award-winning author Sandy Loyd ~ A Christmas Miracle
Website: www.sandyloyd.com

Barbara Lohr ~ The Salty Carmel Christmas 

Website: www.BarbaraLohrAuthor.com

Marcia James ~ Heating Up the Holidays

Carolyn Hughey ~ Insanity Claus  
Website: www.carolynhughey.com

Tallulah Grace ~ A Family for Christmas 

Website: http://www.tallulahgrace.com

Rachelle Ayala A Father for Christmas


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Wednesday, 22 October 2014

#ReleaseDay Blitz Claiming Carlos @RachelleAyala @onceupon_acrush







"Sexy & hilarious foodie romance -- too hot in the kitchen."

Enjoyed Taming Romeo (Sanchez Sisters Book #1)? Then you know bossy big sister Choco. See what antics she gets into in Claiming Carlos.

Enjoyed
Taming Romeo (Sanchez Sisters Book #1)? Then you know bossy big sister Choco.
See what antics she gets into in Claiming Carlos. 

Choco
Sanchez is stuck in a rut. She’s never hit a softball and has been friends
forever with Carlos Lopez, the head cook at her family’s Filipino restaurant.
When flashy restaurant consultant Johnny Dee hits her with a pitch, she falls
head over heels and gets a makeover.


Carlos
Lopez is not about to lose one for the home team. When Johnny launches a full
scale change on the menu, Carlos sends him straight into the dumpster. Claiming
Choco’s heart proves more difficult, especially when her secrets threaten to
doom their love. But never underestimate a man who can cook hot, spicy, and
steamy, and we ain’t talking just food.


Steamy
love scenes and language. Suitable for readers 18+.


Amazon: US IN UK DE FR ES IT JP BR CA MX AU












[Cooking Fantasies]


“Explain this.” He kisses beneath my ear, his lips caressing the sensitive spot behind my jaw. He lets go of my neck and his hand wanders down to my waist.

The music pounds out front, and my body relaxes into the heat surrounding me. I close my eyes and inhale his scent. Nothing makes sense. But I can’t think, not when his lips are nibbling my neck and his fingers trailing sparks from my waist to the area between my legs.

I’m helpless in his embrace, and when his fleshy lips tickle the corner of my mouth, I tilt my head toward him. Sparks of excitement pulse in my chest.

Don’t think, Choco. Let it go, for now. It won’t be long. Seize this moment.

I take the last breath of my life and lock onto his lips, tugging his hand to my breasts, willing my recurring dream into reality. I’m trapped in a shiny, deluxe restaurant kitchen with a celebrity chef. He dips his tongue into chocolate whiskey pots de crème and licks the line between my lips. I eagerly sweep the taste from his mouth into mine, sucking the tangy, bittersweet aroma from his breath.
I can’t get enough of it. He’s so much of a man, so hard, strong, edgy, rough. And he’s not complaining, he’s moaning, hands and fingers busy over my stretchy red-hot slut dress.

 

Rachelle Ayala is an author
of dramatic romantic suspense and humorous, sexy contemporary romances. Her
heroines are feisty and her heroes hot. She writes emotionally challenging
stories but believes in the power of love and hope.


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Sunday, 19 October 2014

#MasturbationMonday Week 7 - Repeat Performance #erotic #excerpt

Masturbation Monday: Week 7


Welcome to week 7 of Masturbation Monday!

The Rules:
Write a steamy hot post on your blog about masturbation or anything else that gets you and your readers turned on.

Thanks to Kayla's prompt this week, which will transition right into a continuation of  last week's post. Though, this week from the male perspective. When we left off, our newly separated spouses, Miranda and Jordie had just experienced, a quick and unplanned romp. After which Jordie couldn't get away from his ex fast enough. But just before he leaves, Miranda throws down an invitational gauntlet that keeps Jordie on the edge of his seat, all work week long, in anticipation of the weekend. 

Jordan drove cautiously up the winding mountain road towards the cabin. Anxiety mixed with unwelcome excitement had his stomach tied in knots and his cock at half mast in anticipation.
 

Would she be there?
 

Visions of his soon to be ex-wife, Miranda, swam in his memory. His traitorous dick lengthened almost painfully as he relived last weekends impromptu romp.
 

Did he want her to be there?
 

No, he didn't, but apparently his cock had other ideas. He palmed himself then pulled at the knee of his trousers trying to readjust for the sudden constrictiveness in his crotch.
    

"Fuckin' bitch. How dare she do this," he said aloud, disgusted that she could so easily wind him back up. They were over. Done. There was no going back. So why was he in such a hurry to return to the cottage?
    

Impulsively, he pulled over to the side of the road. He jammed the shifter into park and rested his forehead on the steering wheel. This was insane. Stupid. He'd regret this. But he couldn't get the image of Miranda slinking around in her tight little white panties, out of his head. She'd come to the cabin last weekend just to fuck. She knew he'd be there. She’d sought him out. He'd made her admit it. The moment, he’d seen her there, he’d doubted his sanity. She was a dream, a vision in his open dress shirt. Her tits on full display. A fucking temptress. She knew exactly what he liked and she’d only come there to torture him. And he was helpless to fight it. He’d approached her, expecting her to fight and spit at him, but instead, she’d melted at his touch.
 

Tentatively, at first, he’d kissed her shoulders, moving to her full responsive breasts. She’d been a mass of quivering need. He'd fingered her rather roughly, but she'd loved it. She’d wanted it, practically begged for it. And that was all he'd intended to give her. The same kind of tease she’d obviously planned for him. Until she'd admitted she'd not been with any other man, since they'd broken up. It had surprised him. And weakened him. She'd mounted him and again, he’d been too weak to deny her.
 

Then after she'd used him to slake her lust, the little bitch had even had the nerve to ask him if he'd be there the following weekend. As if inviting him for a repeat performance.
 

Fuck her. "The crazy slut wants me more now than she ever did when we were together." He’d practically had to make an appointment to schedule sex, she was always so busy and focused on work. Then when she was home, she was 'too tired'.
 

He should just turn around and drive back home. Leave the horny little bitch hanging. Make her drown in her own need, like she'd done to him the entire week. Wondering. Missing her. Drowning in memories.
 

But it was their encounter at the cabin that had him confused. It had been different. She'd needed him. In a way she never had when they were together. 

"Vulnerable, that's what she'd been." Never a word he'd ever associated with his wife in the past. It was also something he didn't want to be on the other end of with her ever again. He'd been dealing with their break-up fairly well, he thought. The decision to split had been a mutual one. They were heading in different directions. Had grown apart. Her career was more important to her than their relationship. And he wanted more.
    

"Turn around and go home, Jordon." He looked up into the rear-view mirror and stared back at himself with steely determination. "You can find good pussy any where. Ya been there done that."
 

He manoeuvred a hasty u-turn and headed back towards town.
 

                                                                            * * * *  
 
Smoke billowed from the chimney, the earthy smell of burning wood filled the cool night air. She was here and he was an idiot for turning back around. His brain was clearly no longer involved in the decision making process here. But the thought didn't stop him from quietly entering the cabin, in an attempt to catch her off guard, yet again. It had proved beneficial last time.
 

After soundlessly closing the door, he turned and observed the living area. It was late. By now, she'd probably assumed he wasn't going to show.
 

He tip-toed past the half wall and glanced into the kitchenette. There were dirty dishes and an open bottle of red wine on the counter, but no sign of Randa.
A small moan from the bed room had him straining to hear more. Visions of what she might be doing to elicit such a throaty sound had him hurrying in that direction.
 

Surreptitiously, he peeked around the doorjamb into the bedroom.
 


 His heart stuttered, his breath caught and his cock surged. 

She was fully involved in a scene he had no part of. What did she need with him? She was doing fine, all on her own. His lovely ex was sprawled out on their bed, naked except for those damned white underwear. What was it about a woman in plain panties that turned him on? Whatever...it worked for him, always had. And no one wore 'em like, Miranda. She had one hand inside the little scrap of material, while the other cupped and massaged one full delicious breast. The tip of his middle finger tingled in memory of what it felt like to round that velvet clit.
 


Watching her masturbate was another one of his naughty pleasures. Although he’d rarely been given the chance. Did she know he was here? Watching. Was she putting on a show?
 

Her lips parted and she moaned again, a long deep, keening sound. He had to bite his lip to keep from responding. Reaching down he undid his jeans, his cock already reaching out of the waistband. He flicked his thumb over his slit, spreading the pre-cum around the tip before fisting his throbbing thickness, firmly. Slowly, he pumped his dick, up and down, fascinated by his wife’s every raw but sensual gesture.
 

All of a sudden, her back arched, curving off the bed, her nice round bum pressing into the mattress. The sound of her panting, filled the tiny room. The hand between her legs began a rapid rotation. Her stomach undulated. She was so close.
 

"Oh, Jordie, I wish you were here. Wish this..." she grabbed at her cunt and squeezed her tit, "...was you. Ahhh..."
 

She squirmed restlessly.
 

Gritting his teeth, he tugged his dick faster.
 

"Fuck!" Miranda screamed. The curse made him freeze in mid-stroke. It wasn't a climax-induced expletive. He was all too familiar with those.
 

"Nooo..." she cried, letting go of her boob and yanking her hand from working her clit. She slammed both fists against the mattress and brought her knees up. 

A sob sent a jolt through him, as he watched her turn over onto her stomach, her lovely bottom his focus now.
 

But as she wept into the multi-coloured quilt, he let go of his dick and lowered his hands to his sides. His shoulders sagged as he stared at her, at a loss. He'd never seen her like this. Even the night they'd decided to end things, she'd only shed a couple of tears. Whereas he’d been wrecked but he hadn’t let her know it.
 

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she muffled into the bed-cover. "I didn't know it would be this hard. If you were here...fuck, Jordan... I'd..." Her voice faded.
 

She'd what? She'd what!
 

He was torn. In his mind, he knew it would be in his best interests to back away, quietly let himself out the way he'd come in. She'd be none the wiser. Drive back to town and forget everything, including last weekend. They were over. It's what they both wanted.
 

But the same compulsion that drove him to turn back around towards the cabin prodded him now. With purpose he stepped into the room. His pants still undone, his cock partially exposed. He didn’t care.
 

"What would you do, Miranda," he demanded.
 

She gasped, sat up and spun in his direction. By the true surprise on her tear-streaked face, he was certain, she hadn’t known he was there. This wasn’t just a show. Blinking, she stared at him, her mouth hanging open. "Jordie," she said shakily, straightening her back, raising her pert tits. “How long have…”
 

"If I was here you would what?" he demanded, angrily.
 

"I...you...oh..." Her eyes rounded as the realization of how long he'd been standing there finally dawned on her.
 

Patience gone, he neared the bed and grabbed the back of her head, gripping her long dark hair roughly. Her shocked gaze shot to his. He stared at her, fuming. She was tearing him in two. He hated her for it.
 

"What would you do?” He jerked her head back. “Make it up to me?" he yelled, suggestively looking between her and his cock.
 

Her dark eyes lit and she scurried to the end of the bed, her bare tits bouncing in her haste. It was when she hesitated that he knew he had her right where he wanted her. For once, he had all the power. Was it his anger she was responding to? He’d been pissed last time too.
 

"Suck it, Randa. Suck my cock." He gripped his shaft and aimed it for her full lips. Her gaze left his, landing on his straining dick. She licked her lips then opened them, ready to accept him. Without thought, he thrust his hips, driving his cock into the warm wet recesses of her talented mouth. He kept hold of the back of her head, controlling the tempo, fucking her mouth, bumping the back of her throat with every lunge. He didn’t care if he hurt her, he didn’t care if she choked.
 

It was beyond fucking amazing, looking down on her dark head, bobbing, her cheeks hollowing as she drew back on him. Her eyes rolled and fluttered. He'd seen that look before, enjoyed those sounds. She was getting off on this. It wasn't a chore.
 

"Stop!" He pulled her hair, dislodging her.
 

She stared up at him, her gaze darting uncertainly, her lovely lips shiny and swollen from his rough use. He fisted his other hand to keep from reaching out and smoothing her lower lip. No, he was certain, any sign of weakness or empathy would shatter whatever precedent he’d set here.
 

In an attempt to break his hold, she shook her head side to side. But he held firm, even gripping her hair close to her scalp, where he knew it would hurt. She opened her mouth, silently offering to take him back in.
 

He stifled a chuckle. Had he just unravelled the secret to keeping his wife interested? He gave her hair another vicious pull then dropped her carelessly.
 

As much as it killed him, he stepped away from her and with major discomfort and some difficulty, he tucked his aching cock back into his pants and attempted to zip up. It was a lost cause. He pulled his shirt over to cover himself.
 

"No...please..." she knelt on the end of the bed and reached for him, her long fingers grasping, her expression begging for him to return. "Let me finish. I'll make it good."
 

With more willpower than he knew he possessed, he sidestepped her and walked to the bedroom door. At the threshold, he turned back. The look of bewilderment and perhaps even a hint humiliation, marred her generally flawless and regal features. The usual arrogant self-assuredness, she wore like a badge of honour, fell away. It was what had attracted him to her in the first place and what ultimately drove a wedge between them. For once she needed direction.
 

The image she made, legs folded underneath her, her breasts, rising and falling as she tried to catch her breath, her nipples hard, her skin flushed, her hair a tangled mess from his misuse—it was something he would never forget.
 

"Next weekend," he snapped the order, "You'll be here." He pointed down at the floor where he stood.
 

He didn't wait for a response to his statement but turned and strode to the exit.
Jordan made sure to slam the door on his way out.
 

Back on the road driving home, he couldn't help but grin to himself. He had the most empowering feeling coursing through him. He even resisted the urge to jerk off and find that much needed release. No, he would use that craving to pad his resolve. Their relationship had just shifted. To what and where it might go—he didn't know? For now, it didn't matter. What he was certain of—beyond a shadow of a doubt—next weekend, Miranda would be there, waiting for him.

                                                              ©H K Carlton 2014

I hope you enjoyed the continuation of last week's post, The Weekend, I think I'll call it. Don't forget to checkout the other M-M authors and bloggers over from the linky list over at Masturbation Monday Central

Happy M-Monday!

Friday, 17 October 2014

#MySexySaturday Famous Last Words...#excerpt from Running Book 2 #AlwaysCambridge

A Sexy Thriller ~ @MySexySaturday #MySexySaturday #Saturday7 #MSSAuthor

Welcome to the 64th week of My Sexy Saturday.

This week’s theme is a sexy thriller. We’re talking about well…thrillers…like those commonly seen in mysteries or suspense or even zombie books where the heroine and hero are thrown together for whatever reason. They could be a likely or unlikely pair. You decide. 

This week, a snip from Running Book Two in the Always Cambridge Series and the unlikely pairing of, Special Agent Alex Orton and his lovely informant, Holly Cambridge.  

The Always Cambridge Series chronicles the life of Holly Cambridge through her tumultuous childhood, violent teen years, into adulthood, and the consequences that stem from being the daughter of mob boss, Bill Cambridge. 

* * * *
  
It’s been three years since anyone has seen or heard from Holly Cambridge. But when she surfaces, she doesn't return home to the loving arms of her family. Instead, she heads straight to the FBI offering information that will destroy the Cambridge crime family.

Special Agent Alex Orton sees Holly Cambridge as nothing more than the next commendation standing between him and the ultimate promotion. What he doesn't bargain for is the shy, damaged, but feisty little woman that convinces his superiors to let her infiltrate a rival family, with Alex heading up the mission.

Holly and Alex clash at every turn, but Alex is intrigued by Holly’s sharp mind and boundless courage and must constantly fight his burgeoning feelings for his lovely informant. Alex is a strict disciplinarian of the rules and can’t reconcile the girl who can’t play by them.

As Holly carries out the sting and insinuates herself into the enemy’s camp, she develops a close and common bond with the middle Mayhue son, the exotically good looking and charismatic Victor. The very man who could end her life, if he were to discover her secret.

Hands tied, Alex must stand back, for the good of the team, and watch the tragedy play out.

Excerpt:


I captured her lips trying to engage her in a kiss that would be convincing to all interested onlookers. And I wanted Lorenzo Mayhue to see she was with me. She was mine. She was protected.

Holly kept her mouth closed. Her eyes were open and focused on mine. She looked terrified, as if she were more freaked out about kissing me than she was the mobster behind her.


“Kiss me back.” Placing my hands on either side of her face, I let my thumbs stroke over her smooth cheeks. “Don’t think about them,” I whispered against her mouth. She closed her eyes and tilted her head slightly. “Stop thinking and kiss me.” I let one thumb run under her full lower lip, coaxing her.


Those were the proverbial famous last words. She took my command of the kiss. Her lips parted slightly and she matched me. Our mouths plunged and plundered until I think we both forgot we were playacting or that dozens of people were watching.


I shifted, trying to keep her from my growing arousal. She stretched up on her tip toes trying to follow me. Her mouth opened wider and I stroked her tongue with mine. I ran my hands down her back.


“Enzo has left the parking lot.” I heard Wayne vaguely, when her nails grazed my back coaxing me to continue.
I wanted to swat at my earpiece like it was a pesky bug. In the beginning I’d been listening for the sound of the car leaving the parking area. Somewhere along the line I’d completely missed that.


“Uh…Alex…Mayhue’s gone. Ten-four?”



Follow the saga from the beginning... Always Cambridge

I hope you enjoyed this week's excerpt. Don't forget to check out all the other great snippets from the talented MSS authors in the linky list below.

Have a Sexy Saturday!

Tuesday, 14 October 2014

Author Interview with Meg Amor @amor_meg #erotica #romance #troika


Please welcome fellow MuseItUp author, Meg Amor

Aloha, Meg and thanks for submitting to what I like to call an author interview. So let's get down to it. Here we go:


 What was your favourite book as a child/teenager?

Oooh, tough question. I don’t know. There were so many to choose from. I loved the Enid Blyton Famous Five and then Nancy Drew series.

Who was the first author or what was the first book you read that introduced you to the genre that you most enjoy writing in?

Actually, no one. I wrote the books first then went back and read other authors. I was missing things in what I was reading. I didn’t realise at the time what a selection was out there. I suppose the first person I really read with the poly and male/male relationships was one of my favourite authors and also my writing buddy, Michele ‘Mikey’ Rakes.


Have you always been a writer, even from your earliest recollection? Has being published always been one of your goals? And if not, what made you take that leap to submit your work to potential publishers?

Yes, I’ve always written, but probably didn’t put it into a clear form until I was much older. I ‘published’ my first book when was 11, called This is my Life. LOL. It was about my parent’s separation and subsequent getting back together. I had no sense at all growing up what I wanted to be. I never hankered over anything anyone else did. By the time I was a teenager, I wanted to be a flight attendant. Mum thought I should have been a journalist, but I grew up in a household that didn’t do media, so the whole thing didn’t translate across. LOL. Also, I could think of nothing worse than doing ‘the News.’ Or intruding on someone’s grief or pain etc.


Is there a particular word you overuse or writing technique that your editor(s) ride you about?

LOL. I have a list of 130 words I overuse. I have to go through every MS before I submit it and knock them out. LOL. And I have to keep my swear words down and ‘blaspheme’ words because I write for an American market. New Zealanders culturally swear as part of their speech. And words like Christ or Jesus are just everyday exclamation words. They have no real religious connection for NZers.

Have you ever suffered from writer’s block? (Or do you even believe in it?) If so, how were you able to overcome it?

I’ve had patches of not feeling like writing, but that’s not really block. I know when I’m blocked, I usually have the story going in the wrong direction or something else is off. It’s boring or the storyline doesn’t work. Or I’m trying to make the characters do something they don’t want to do. If I let my guys run and do their own thing, it works out much better for everyone concerned.


If you could bring one of your own characters to life, who would it be and why?

Charlie. He’s my ideal man in many ways. Actually Henry and Charlie. I’d like to combine them into one man, for the same reasons. They encompass everything I want in a man. Highly emotionally intelligent, can talk, communicate, have intelligent discussions, sexy, sensuous, kind, gentle, funny, fun, loving, caring, big hearts…the list goes on.

What are you reading right now?

My own books because I’m editing. LOL. But I read a mix of things. I just finished the latest Colin Cotterill set in Thailand. Gorgeously funny. I’ve also become a really keen male/male romance fan lately. I like to wind down at the end of my night with reading. So, I’ve been downloading samples from Amazon and now have a pile of books I want to buy when I get some doleroes. I also just finish the extremely beautiful Older Man Younger Man by Joseph Dizpensa. What a heartfelt true love story. That one really touched my heart enormously.   

When you read, do you prefer a stand-alone or a series?

I’ll read anything, as long as the characters and setting grabs me. But a series is great, because if you liked the characters, you get to see them again.

What would you like to be remembered for?

Doing my own thing. Not marching to the sound of anyone else’s drum.

Do you believe in love at first sight? And if so have you ever been so afflicted? Did you do anything about it? (Did you go for it?)

Yes I do believe in love at first sight. I’ve been struck a few times with it. I always go for it.  I’ve had relationships with all of them. I think when you fall in love with someone on first sight, it’s because you’ve known them before from another lifetime. And it’s a bit of a bugger, when on a soul level, you know and love them, but on a present day human level, they don’t really work for you. Those soul connection relationships are the toughest. But I love the connection. That feeling of coming home to someone you know and who knows you in the ways that count. The real ways.
          
I like your take on this, Meg, that love at first sight happens because we've known the person before. I don't want to believe in reincarnation, because honestly, I don't wish to keep doing this over and over again. I'm tired and of a lot of life is not fun. But things keep happening, that make it seem not only plausible but also unavoidable. I have heard that in our live(s), the people who are around us, are always around us, but may take on different relationships to us within a lifetime. I so love the way you put it, that we are still drawn to these people but things are just not meant to work for us in this configuration. Unfortunately some of these soul connections can be downright painful, as you say, the toughest. It really makes sense. Thanks for the insight. You've really made me think and look at things a little differently.

If you could live anywhere in the world where would it be?

If I was braver, France. I love it. I love the way of life, the people, the attitudes. It appeals to the Bohemian intellectual part of me.  

If you were to do a reality show, which one would it be?

None. I can’t stand the reality shows other than say, The Amazing Race, but I’d never keep up. I could stand on the mat and be Phil’s New Zealand welcome person, but that might be my limit. LOL. He and I come from towns close together in the South Island of New Zealand.

What is the craziest, most exciting, or most dangerous thing you’ve ever done?

God… I don’t know where to start with a question like this. They’re all so different. Craziest – the mad relationship I had with my airline pilot Kimo years ago. Most exciting – learning to fly a plane. Most dangerous – it wasn’t really dangerous, but highly exhilarating and slightly mind altering. Doing a fire walk with Stuart Wilde. 


Name a celebrity, athlete, musician, etc. you’d most like to get naughty with.

Morgan Freeman. He’s such a unusual and highly interesting man. Not to mention, incredible sensuous and sexy. He’s warm, vital, has a mix of male and female energy, but is strong in his opinions. He has young energy and an open mind. I think he’s fabulous.


What is your favourite way to promote or connect with fans?

I don’t know… I was on Twitter a lot but I think fb is more satisfying because you get to really have a decent chat with people and not in 140 characters. LOL.

The Quickies!

Favourite movie?

Top Gun. I have probably seen it a hundred times and that might be underestimating it. LOL.
  
Dream Vacation?

So many to choose from. South of France in the Luberon. Going home to Hawai’i. Bora Bora in Tahiti.


Dream Car?

I’d like another Beemer. This time a white 650-5 series, 4 door in the longer wheel base.


Favourite Ice Cream Flavour?

Ginger. We get that at home on the island. My American home state is Hawai’i. Kona, Big Island.

What can readers look forward to next?

I have a couple of things coming up. At Christmas I have my new m/f romance coming out called Saint Nicholas. A lonely New Zealand widow Daisy falls for Greek store owner Nicky Constantine, but it’s not just this lifetime they’ve loved each other.


Then in spring next year I have the first of my Troika love series trilogy being released, also with Muse It Up Publishing. Henry and Isolde is a deeply sensual, soul connected love story. Henry, an older black musician feeling he’s near the end of his days is surprised when his younger, richer, white New Zealander boss Izzy seduces him in the secret garden he built for her. Their love affair takes his life from fifty shades of beige to a rainbow of color, light and action, but most of all, feelings, he’s allowed to have. 


And finally. I have one new baby that I hope will be released in spring as well. Hawaiian Lei is a heartfelt soul connected, sensual love story. Two stunning Polynesian men, each experiencing existential crisis, meet and fall in love. They find healing against the beautiful backdrop of the mystical Hawaiian Islands.



BIO

Meg Amor ~ is the author of several sultry erotic romance stories about soul deep relationships published with Muse It Up Publishing.  Visit her website www.troikaromance.com for upcoming books and Meg’s musings. 

Meg spent a lifetime as a therapist collecting fascinating unusual love stories. She loves to write about committed poly relationships and other romance mixes across the sexes.

A New Zealander who lives temporarily in California with her Ginger Ninjas cats, the American fur children, Leo Ray Jr. and Mr. Beaumont. Her heart and soul are split between the sultry Big Island of Hawai’i and New Orleans. You’ll find her in one of these places, soaking up the atmosphere. Aloha!



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