Friday, December 4, 2020

This week in The Loft: Author Lil DeVille!

Joining me today in The Loft is author Cara Hartley, who writes under the pseudonym Lil DeVille. While she claims to be a "boring, middle-aged lady who writes interesting stories," her 12-book Carnal Invasion series focuses on the erotic adventures of two shapeshifting aliens who pose as attractive young women in the human world. The men they meet are in for one heck of a wild ride! In the real world, Cara works as a writer, copyeditor, proofer, and reviewer.

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S:  Good morning, Lil! Thanks for joining me today!

Why did you become a writer?

L:  I’ve always loved writing and art, even as a very young child. I think that my writing has improved since childhood, although some may debate that. My art, not so much.

S:  What makes you unique--as a writer or a person?

L:  Oh, I’m just a glorious little bundle of uniqueness. Most people don’t appreciate it.

S:  (Chuckles.) Which means you tend to surprise people and that can be a good thing, mostly.

What attracted you to the romance genre?

L:  Some of what I write contains romance, but I don’t write romance per se, and it generally isn’t my first choice when I’m looking for something to read.

S:  There has always been some debate over what level of romance puts a book in the romance category. As a reader, I have found that many romance "labels" are inappropriate for the tale to which they are assigned. 

What other genres do you write in?

L:  Fantasy, horror, paranormal, science fiction. I also write nonfiction and poetry.

S:  How would you like to be remembered? What do you want your tombstone to say?

L:  I doubt I’ll have a tombstone, but if I did, it would say, “Buy my books.”

S:  Why did you write the Carnel Invasion series? What was your inspiration?

L:  I honestly wrote the first story as a joke. I read this post about making money writing erotica, and I took some of the tropes and wrote "Coming to Earth." I developed a bit of a soft spot for this silly story and its characters.

S:  (Smiles.) Everyone has a different motivation. The important thing is, you put pen to paper and began to spin your tales.

Is there anything about your books that makes them special to you? To readers?

L:  I doubt that most people will see anything but a silly smut story. For example, in "Coming to Earth," a geeky guy loses his virginity to a couple of shape-shifting aliens who take on the appearance of two attractive young women. I have a soft spot in my heart for Gandy. He doesn’t think he’s anything special, but the aliens can see that he is.

S:  Tell me about "The Carnal Invasion Collection, Volume I."

L:  The Carnal Invasion series features a group of naive, yet naughty, shape-shifting aliens who need large amounts of energy to maintain their Earthly forms. The quickest way to get the energy they need is sex, and lots of it. This collection contains the first four books in the series--"Coming to Earth, "Gettin' Down on the Farm," "Stripped to Please: Precious and Exotic," and "Lust School." Compact, but packed with heat, these naughty little numbers are sure to make fans of explicit erotic action happy. 

S:  I love naughty aliens! Your books sound entertaining! Where can readers buy "The Carnel Invasion Collection, Volume I?"

L:  It can be purchased at--

S:  Lil, thanks so much for joining me today. If you would like to learn more about Lil DeVille and her books, please visit--

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Friday, November 27, 2020

Get your Christmas miracle December 11!


At Christmas time, everyone deserves a miracle!

David Wright is dying from cancer. He is not expected to see another Christmas. At least that’s what the medical professionals say. Fortunately, Santa begs to differ. After all, modern medicine is nothing more than a best guess. Santa believes anything is possible until you give up. When Santa tells David’s wife, Joan, that heaven is full and she has to keep her husband alive, she is beside herself. She has no medical skills. How can she save anyone’s life? Set your skepticism aside as Santa embraces a family already mourning their father’s terminal diagnosis and teaches them that a Christmas miracle doesn’t always require heavenly intervention. Sometimes, all it takes is a family with enough love to create their own. As Santa says, a true miracle is when love combines with action to get the desired results. And only humans are capable of that. Will Santa’s words fall on deaf ears? Or will Team Wright find a way to save their father’s life?


“It’s not about you, it’s about him, Joan.,” a grumbly voice said. “You’re looking at this all wrong.”

Joan turned so fast she almost lost her balance. She glared at the old man who had spoken. He was around seventy, with ruddy cheeks and twinkling blue eyes. And thick white hair. Lots of white hair. Flowing over his shoulders, winding up in a very lush beard. On top of his head was perched a brightly colored red knit hat. She frowned. “Wait a minute. You’re Santa Claus. Without the red suit, but clearly, you’re him. I’d know you anywhere.”

The man bowed and with a smile, said, “At your service.” He gestured toward a park across the street. “Let’s take a walk.”

“Oh, no. I’m not going anywhere with you.” Joan shook her head. “I didn’t mean you actually were Santa Claus. Everyone knows he doesn’t exist. I just meant you looked like him. You’re just a man who looks like him. I don’t know you. Why would I…” She glared at him. “You’re not even wearing a red suit. And since when has Santa taken up armchair psychiatry?”  She ran a hand through her blonde hair. “I must be hallucinating.” Despite her objections, she followed him across the street.

Santa laughed. “My dear, I have been dispensing advice since I was old enough to talk and make people listen. God chose my role a long time ago and I have gotten very good at it.” He looked toward the heavens. “Sorry, old boy. Still working on that humility!” He chuckled. “Man never stops reminding me.” He smiled at Joan. “Do you sense any ill-intentions from me? Of course not. I’m Santa. All I want to do is talk.”

Joan reached out and touched his shoulder.

He laughed again. A laugh that came directly from his belly. “Yes, I’m real. Well, as real as a centuries-old spirit gets. I even eat all those cookies children leave me each year. And let me tell you, that’s a heavenly feat.” Again, he looked skyward. “Yes, sir, I am well aware that borders on gluttony. A sin. You know darn well it has nothing to do with gluttony and everything to do with the magic of Christmas, an affirmation that Santa is real. I do it for the children.” He smiled at Joan. “Sometimes, He gets a little overbearing with his angels.”

He smirked. “Even God has his faults. He is by no means perfect.” A strong wind swirled through the plaza, nearly catching his knitted cap. He clapped his hand on his head to hold it down. He whispered, “And he doesn’t take criticism too well, either.”

Joan stared at the man. Surely, she was losing it. Santa a spirit, an angel? He and God didn’t even travel in the same circles. She shook her head, trying to make the hallucination go away.

Santa sighed. “I know, I know. You’ve been taught that I’m not real. That I’m a myth. That’s a rumor started by Satan himself, the old devil. He can’t stand the fact that people embrace the goodness in the world. And that I spread good cheer. He would much rather unleash a plague and make people miserable. He hates Christmas. He hates that the birth of Christ is celebrated, and his birth, well, is not. He really can’t stand the fact that love binds people so tightly during the holidays.” Santa shook his fist toward the ground. “The fool pouts all through the holidays.” He then sat up straight and gazed at Joan. “Christmas is really about love, you know. All kinds of love. The type of love he’ll never have. Love of family, love of children, love of—”

“What the heck do you want?” Joan blurted. “People are starting to stare.”

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Someone is killing Chicago lawyers!


Someone is killing lawyers, but a particular vampire lawyer won't stay dead!

Donovan Trait is a marked man. He is flamboyant, stunningly handsome, and notoriously insatiable, but his attitude and style belie his skills in the courtroom. No one survives a cross-examination at Donovan’s hands. His knowledge of the law and trial practice has accumulated over the years… and years, of experience. More than three hundred years. You see, when Donovan isn’t seducing judges and juries, he’s a creature of the night. And now that someone has decided that it’s time to kill all lawyers, his lust for attention has set him in the murderer’s sights.

 The problem is that vampires don’t die. Not easily, anyway. That’s good news for Donovan, not so much for his very human lady love, also a target of the serial killer. Will several unsuccessful attempts on his life expose Donovan’s true nature? Will the killer learn the secret that will guarantee a permanent death? Or will Donovan finally manage to put an end to the killer’s murderous spree and live happily ever after, with his lady love?


Donovan’s cell phone pinged. He pulled himself into a small alleyway, away from the stampede trudging back to their workplaces after lunch, and leaned back against a building to read a text. His face screwed up in confusion. The text read, The first thing we do, let’s kill all lawyers! Starting with you!

“What the bloody hell?” he muttered. “Is this some kind of joke?” Donovan’s eyes surveyed his surroundings. He gazed right, then left. It did not appear that someone had made him the focus of their attention. Everyone was scurrying about, like mice in pursuit of a big cheese. “Must be Finley,” he said. “Finley is always plying me with lawyer jokes. He thinks he’s funny.”

Donovan shrugged. Not funny at all. He left the alleyway and re-entered the mass migration on the sidewalk. He approached the crosswalk at Michigan and Superior and emitted a snort of frustration as the light changed and the crosswalk filled with cars. He was bumped hard by someone behind him. Donovan was forced to step into the street to regain his balance. A cab rushed by and narrowly missed clipping his side. Donovan jumped back onto the sidewalk.

A woman screamed and Donovan jerked his head around, trying to see what all the fuss was about. The woman was pointing at him. Donovan frowned and turned away. God save me from simpering females who saw the last issue of City Magazine. Donovan had appeared on the cover after being named as one of Chicago’s most eligible bachelors. Since then, he had learned that the female population was comprised of women of questionable morals and distressing behavior. He was growing weary of the attention. While his colleagues thought it a wise marketing strategy, it had brought him nothing but unwanted female attention. He had become prey.

Vampires were predators. They stalked their victims. Sometimes, they pursued them with a vengeance. That was why he had joined the legal profession. His predilections were well-suited to that particular world. Now, his role had apparently shifted and he was not pleased.

Someone tapped Donovan on the shoulder. “Sir? Are you alright? You’re bleeding. It appears someone stuck a knife into your side.”

Donovan’s mouth gaped and he turned toward the man who had spoken. Then he looked at where the man pointed. There was indeed a knife sticking out of his left side and a stream of his blood was flowing onto the sidewalk. He had a very high threshold of pain. He hadn’t felt the knife thrust into his side. If it wasn’t so appalling, he would be embarrassed. Donovan opened his mouth to reply. Then the pain in his side exploded and his vision dulled. Slowly he slid onto the sidewalk as if he planned to sit on the curb.

Then everything went black.

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This week in The Loft: Author Sadira Stone!

Joining me today in The Loft is author Sadira Stone. Sadira began writing steamy contemporary romance after leaving her teaching career in Germany. Now a resident of Tacoma, Washington, her stories are set in the U.S. Pacific Northwest, including a quirky bookshop in Oregon and a neighborhood tavern in Tacoma. Her Bangers Tavern series features holiday celebrations and tasty cocktail recipes (personally tested). Under another name, Sadira also writes cozy mysteries and creepy short stories. When not writing, Sadira explores the area with her husband. She enjoys the local music scene, and playing darts and guitar.

Author Sadira Stone

S: Welcome, Sadira! Thanks so much for joining me in The Loft!

Do you write full or part-time? Do you have another job/other responsibilities?

SS:  I left my teaching career—high school English, German, French, and theater—in 2014, so now I’m a full-time author. It was quite a culture shock returning to the U.S. after nearly 30 years in Germany, but I’m loving my second chapter in life.

S:  (Smiles.) Wow. After 30 years, I imagine this country has changed significantly.

Did you undergo any sort of educational or other preparation/training to become a writer?

SS:  Well, I have a B.A. in English education and many years’ experience teaching composition, so that gives me a head start. I’ve also taken dozens of writing courses and attended many workshops and conferences in the past six years. 

S:  Complete this sentence: "When I started writing books, I wish I had known..."

SS: much time marketing and promotion take! It’s all well and good to write and polish your book, but then you’ve got to let readers know what you’ve written and persuade them to buy it!

S:  What attracted you to the romance genre?

SS:  You know, for a long time I was one of those literary snobs who thought romance fiction was too fluffy, too formulaic, not real literature—as if the mysteries I gobbled had any more claim to literary merit. Then, after reading an article on how lucrative writing erotica can be, I tried writing a short, sexy story that morphed into a full-blown romance novel. I’d never had so much fun with a writing project. So I went to the library, loaded up on romance novels, and educated myself about the genre, joining Romance Writers of America and taking classes. I love the guaranteed happy ending that counterbalances whatever strife and sorrow the characters endure. 

S:  (Laughs.) I was one of those snobs, too. Until I realized that romance novels got me through some of toughest challenges in my life. They were a great diversion from reality.

Do you believe in love at first sight? Has it ever happened to you? 

SS:  I do not. Attraction at first meeting, perhaps, but that chemical pull toward another person who may or not be a good match—that comes from the way he sounds and smells and moves, the words he chooses, the color of his shoes, and eyes, the curve of his thighs. In other words, a lot of factors go into initial attraction, but love only comes when you truly know someone, and that’s not possible at first meeting.

S:  Why did you write "Christmas Rekindled?" What was your inspiration?

SS:  I knew I wanted to write a series set in my hometown of Tacoma, Washington, and I needed a setting where an interesting cast would assemble. Found family is a favorite theme of mine, and just a mile or two away is this wonderful stretch of Sixth Avenue filled with funky shops, restaurants, and bars. So I invented Bangers Tavern and plopped it down in one of my favorite neighborhoods. Dawn, the bar’s owner, is a surrogate/extra mom to the young people who work there—she’s my sister under the skin.

S:  Is there anything about "Christmas Rekindled" that makes it special to you? To readers?

SS:  As I said, the setting for this series is real, though the bar is not, and I love being able to spend time there—virtually, for now, since the bars are closed. We do support our favorite restaurants with takeout, but we won’t be browsing the vintage shops, record shops, and weird boutiques anytime soon, alas. I hope y’all enjoy this visit to my gritty, warm, and welcoming hometown.

Here's the blurb--

When two Scrooges unite to save a bar in trouble, a kiss under the mistletoe sparks the sexiest Christmas miracle ever. 

Bartender River Lundqvist has a damn good reason for hating Christmas. Bangers Tavern is the perfect place to lay low over the holidays—until Charlie walks in. His first encounter with the saucy server nine years ago was utter humiliation. Her reappearance stirs up powerful desires and hopes for a new start. But the timing is all wrong. 

Back in Tacoma to care for her estranged dad over the holidays, freelance web designer Charlie Khoury braces herself for the suckiest Christmas ever. A temporary job at Bangers Tavern gives her a chance to escape Dad’s criticism and blow off some steam. But why does the hunky bartender seem to hate her? 

A pretend girlfriend is just what River needs to keep his family off his back—until a kiss under the mistletoe flares hot enough to melt the North Pole. When greedy developers threaten Bangers Tavern, River and Charlie must team up to save it. Their sizzling chemistry feels like the real thing—but everyone knows rebound relationships don’t last. 

Come to Bangers Tavern for an enemies-to-lovers tale of reconciliation, found family, holiday cocktails, and the sexiest Christmas miracle ever.

S:  Where can readers buy your book?

SS:  It's available at all major booksellers, including--

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S:  Sadira, thanks so much for joining me today! If you would like to learn more about Sadira and her books, please visit--

Friday, November 20, 2020

This week in The Loft: Author Cadence Vonn!

Joining me today in The Loft is Cadence Vonn. An award-winning romance author, Cadence writes erotic romantic suspense. An accomplished doodler and daydreamer, she also holds a BFA in photography and silversmithing. After many years spent living in Pennsylvania, she and her husband moved to an island in the Pacific Northwest, where she wakes every morning to a sunrise over the Puget Sound. 

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S:  Good morning, Cadence. Thanks for joining me today!

Why did you become a writer?

C:  I’ve always been involved in some form of creative art –jewelry making, photography and weaving to name a few things. When my mother became ill, I’d sit in the hospital with her for many hours at a time. I’d read, and keep a journal about ideas and thoughts. I remember reading "Fifty Shades" and telling my mom about the story. She laughed and told me I could be a writer. She always encouraged me to go after what I wanted. So when she passed, I sat down and decided to write.

S:  Did you have a mentor when you became a writer?

C:  Not one, but many in the form of members of the Central Pennsylvania Romance Writers. Every single one of them encouraged all the newbies. They pointed me in the direction of all the craft workshops and courses that would help me understand the art of writing. I’ll admit it was daunting. But after cranking out a few terrible manuscripts, I got the feel for my voice.

S:  Complete this sentence, "When I started writing I wish I had known…"

C:  That’s interesting to think about. I’m sure every writer dreams of selling millions of copies of their book. I wish I’d known the reality of marketing books. I might have gone in a different direction. But once I wrote one book, I had so many ideas crammed into my head that I needed to write another and then another, whether I sell any or not.

S:  (Nods.) I think people would be surprised at how many authors write for the pure joy of  it. Frankly, it is difficult to make a living writing romance!

What attracted you to the romance genre?

C:  Growing up, I always read romance novels. I loved Victoria Holt. My mother had a stash of Barbara Cartland books that I read. I used to be one of those voracious readers that authors wish would discover their books. Although now I read fantasy novels most of the time and romance novels only when I’m not writing.

S:  What attracted you to your current partner?

C:  I married my high school sweetheart. It was love at first sight. The usual young adult things attracted me to him. He was an athlete and good looking, taller than me with a great smile. He made me laugh and still does. We’ve been together longer than some of my readers have been alive. And we’re still going strong and having fun.

S:  (Smiles.) I love stories like yours. They are evidence of lasting love and I think that's important for people to witness.

Why did you write "Yours...Mine...Always?" What was your inspiration?

C:  I grew up in Central Pennsylvania and lived near Hershey, where all The Blacke Brothers novels are set. "Yours…Mine…Always" is about the last brother, Jonathan. He meets Laura in D.C. at the DuPont Circle metro station. If you’ve ever been there, you’ll understand how she freezes at the top of the escalator. I did. If it hadn’t been for my husband, I wouldn’t have been able to get to the bottom. I gave Laura my fear of heights and my love of art. She was headed to the Fine Art Museum, when she meets Jonathan. Then when she goes back to Hershey with him, I included all the scenes in the area that I love.

S:  (Laughs.) I literally fell on my ex-husband on the stairs at a train station. Not because of the height or him. My heel got caught in a crack in the cement!

Is there anything about this book that makes it special to you? To the readers? 

C:  For me, it wraps up the series. I loved creating four brothers who find the love of their lives. They fall hard and fast because love at first sight is a real thing. I’m living proof. I think a lot of readers love a book where a couple gets together and conquers anything that tries to stop them from being with each other. I love a sizzling hot book with a HEA (happily ever after). That’s what this series gives the reader. I’m also excited that "Yours…Mine…Always" is a New Jersey Romance Writer’s Golden Leaf finalist.

S:  Congratulations. That's wonderful and I imagine, very gratifying. 

Can you share the blurb for "Yours...Mine...Always?"

C:  Sure. As I said, this is the last book in Blacke Brothers series--

Laura Barrett is a strong and determined woman. After surviving an attack by a sadistic stalker, she avoids relationships and focuses on her job, and most of all, her painting. Living day to day, she doesn’t believe in all that nonsense about karma…until her world spins upside down and she ends up in the arms of a stranger.

Jonathan is the last Blacke brother without a partner. Unlike his siblings, he proclaims he’ll take his time falling in love—if ever. When he rescues Laura, his body betrays his conviction to stay single. He’ll protect her with his life if necessary. Sex with her is off the charts, but she’ll bolt and take his heart if the danger chasing her threatens his family.

Destiny is a powerful force. It’ll take all his connections and sexual creativity to convince her to believe in fate…and his love.

S:  That sounds like an exciting story! Where can readers buy your book?

C:  It's available at the following booksellers--


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Tuesday, November 17, 2020

Congratulations to author Amber Daulton on her new release!


Reuniting with the man who broke her heart has never felt so right.

Divorced dad Birley Haynes is too busy raising his children and running his family’s music academy to start a relationship. Then Harmony Holdich, his high school sweetheart, returns home to Willow Springs, Vermont for Christmas and falls into his bed. She brings light and fun back into his life, but he can’t brush aside the threatening incidents around his workplace.

Harmony hadn’t expected a complication like Birley, especially so soon after the death of her unfaithful husband. With her life a mess, she plans to move across the country and start over. All she can offer him is a fling, but her heart yearns for more.

When the threats rise, how will Birley keep his children safe and convince Harmony to give love another chance?


Dear God. His heart slammed harder. He’d died and gone to Heaven.

Harmony stretched her arms above her head and danced in the middle of the living room. Her hips pulsated with the beat of the music. Twisty locks of her hair bounced around her shoulders. She winked, then glided her hands across her breasts and stomach, daring his gaze to follow.

Birley licked his lips. The organ pressing against his zipper throbbed. Sweat slicked his nape. He dropped his scarf beside her purse, jacket, and beanie on the coffee table.

“Dance with me?”

Her husky entreaty ricocheted through him like a ping-pong ball. How could he deny her? He gripped her waist. She slid her arms around him. They swayed, their bodies a scant inch apart. She nuzzled his neck, her breath fanning his skin. His hair prickled. The air crackled around them. He shuddered and held her tighter.

“I’ve missed this.”

 His chest heaved. He struggled to fill his lungs with air. “Dancing?”

 “Dancing with you.” Harmony stroked his clean-shaven jaw. “I’m sorry things didn’t work out with you and Susannah, but I wouldn’t trade this moment for anything.”

Oh, God. He kissed her and swept his tongue past her parting lips. Delicious. The taste of chocolate and wine clung to her breath. He nibbled and licked the smooth slope of her neck.

“Birley, yes.” She ducked her head and claimed his mouth with hers. Then she feathered kisses across his face. “I need your hands, your mouth, your scent all over me. Take me, Birley. Hard, soft, I don’t care.”

Fuck. Her breathy plea wrapped around his heart and shot blood to his groin. She eased back, drawing him with her. The wall halted her retreat, and he trapped her between it and his body. Their tongues dueled and teeth clanked. Heat sizzled through his veins and pulsed through every organ. Her body writhed against his. Was she trying to drive him mad? He snapped open the fasteners of her pants and slid his finger beneath the waistband of her insulated leggings. Silk brushed his skin, then he slipped into her warmth.

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