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Romance in the Spotlight: Tiara Giles

Question & Answer

  • What was the simplest romantic gesture you’ve ever received?

    My now boyfriend waited patiently for me to gather my emotions, and listened carefully as I tried to explain how scared I was of falling for him. Just the simple act of patience was a big deal for me.

 

  • What was the hardest scene you’ve ever written?

    The scene where I had to write a verbally abusive mom.

 

  • Who’s your favorite character? Why?

Dallas from my second book. That’s a southern gentleman at it’s finest with a big soft heart.

 

  • If you could, how would you help the Indie Writers Community?

Make it easier for people to get noticed probably and teach everyone about using social media, such as Instagram and YouTube.

 

  • Why did you choose your genre?

If I’m being strictly honest. When I was a teen I wrote romance as an escape from a rough reality. Then when I was an adult, I wrote my current genre in hopes that people could relate to the things I felt.

 

  • What was the first romance novel you read?

 

Girl

 

  • Name one song that always makes your writing playlist.

I listen to whatever gets me in the mood to write. Japanese City Pop and Jazz tend to constantly show up as I put words down.

 

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All About Tiara

Tiara is a cheese and hobby loving, Mississippi woman residing in South Korea. She’s an alumni of Mississippi State University and teaches English as a Foreign Language to wonderfully energetic children. She’s a member of Delta Xi Phi Multicultural Sorority inc., a dancer, a YouTuber, and a writer of love. Fictitious Love.

 

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Romance in the Spotlight: Eliza David

Question & Answer

  • What was the simplest romantic gesture you’ve ever received?Every time my husband buys me something on my Amazon wish list just because, or makes me sleep in so he can manage the kids is my idea of romance. Those simple gestures warm my heart.

 

  • What was the hardest scene you’ve ever written?It would have to be from the fourth installment of my Cougarette series (first book is Permafree on Kindle, BTW!). My MC CeeCee is in an abusive relationship during this point of the series, and writing those scenes were harsh, to say the least.

 

  • Who’s your favorite character? Why?I would have to say R&B singer King Smith from The Follow series. He is a layered man who juggles stardom and his sex addiction with candor and an open heart. You’ll find yourself rooting for him throughout both books, even when he is dead wrong. He was the first male MC I’ve ever written, and he is near and dear to my heart (he’s also incredibly hot – think Luke James!)

 

  • Tease me with the sexiest quote from one of your books.Here’s one of my favorite scenes from my latest novel, The Lamar St. Jon Experience:

    Gi turned to face him, his lips a breath’s away from his. “I love you, Lamar St. Jon. I’m trying to forgive myself but you better not hurt me again.”
    Lamar hardened against Gi’s pelvis. “Can I hurt you in bed?” he said, his mouth bending into a small smile.
    Gi returned the smirk. “Yes please,”

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  • If you could, how would you help the Indie Writers Community?I’m a big believer in the reciprocity of energy. So as a writer, I aim to do something every day to support my fellow authors: social media reposts, showing up at signings, talking through writing scenes and swapping WIPs. Just being there for one another and being a resource is the best way I can help the indie writing community.

 

  • Why did you choose your genre?Romance is an examination of the human condition. When love is expressed through my characters, the readers get a true sense of their flawed nature, and relate to their struggles. My twelve novels have covered a plethora of human experiences: domestic violence, drug abuse, stardom, LGBTQ issues and broken families. Romance has served as a platform for me to explore these occurrences with care and compassion through my characters. I hope my readers can see and appreciate that.

 

  • What was the first romance novel you read?
    Forever by Judy Blume

 

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All About Eliza

A librarian by day, Eliza David is the contemporary romance author of twelve self-published novels, including the Cougarette series and The Follow duet. She was born and raised on the noisy South Side of Chicago, but now lives in quiet Iowa City, one of the renowned Cities of Literature. Eliza also maintains a local literary presence, serving on the Iowa City Public Library’s Board of Trustees, contributing as a member of the I.O.W.A. annual book signing event, and participating as a past headlining author at the Iowa City Book Festival. In addition to writing the naughty words, Eliza is a blogger and contributing writer for Real Moms of Eastern Iowa, The Good Men Project, and Thirty on Tap. She was most recently featured in Best Women’s Erotica, Volume 4 and The Sexy Librarian’s Dirty Thirty Volume 3. Her latest novel, The Lamar St. Jon Experience, was released on Christmas Day 2019.

When she’s not writing, working full-time, or raising two children with her loving husband, Eliza enjoys reading throwback Jackie Collins, acting out on Twitter, and indulging in the occasional order of cheese fries.

 

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Good Deeds

Jackson Turner has always been a man that goes for what he wants. Better yet, what he feels he deserves. Which is why he finds himself outside doing yardwork on a steamy, mid-summer afternoon. Manual labor isn’t something he does or has even considered doing since his teenage years. A time he never likes to think about because of death and turmoil. A time he prefers to keep secret in order to help him conceal the damage of his past. Years of death and turmoil that have forced him to abandon decency and adapt a morally-deficient code where nothing is banned, except denying himself pleasure. A time that forced him to be how he is now… Well that, and his cheating ex-girlfriend.

Now that he is older and has decided to lead the bachelor lifestyle of a bad boy billionaire, he simply hires people to do such mediocre tasks. Jackson chooses to use his hands for more sensual things—things he can conquer and then control. Of course, these things are women, but he would rather categorize them as objects that exist to satisfy a need.

                His need.

Some may describe him as an arrogant jerk, and he has absolutely no qualms accepting that assessment. Jackson no longer makes time for emotions and titles that women desperately seek. After all, he’s been there, done that, and he’d rather not face such heartache anymore. In his mind, there’s nothing wrong with being a tyrant in order to conquer his innermost desires.

Desires that are beginning to overwhelm him now that he has finally finished his good deed. He sits in the kitchen, staring at the current object of his prowess. He slips his long, brunette hair into a ponytail, then pours himself a cold drink from the carafe on the table. He sips the iced tea with lemon that his self-titled girlfriend, Tricia, made the night before as a reward for completing the yard work of her home. A home quite modest for his taste, considering it only has two bedrooms and no swimming pool. Things like that don’t matter to him because Jackson has one goal in mind…gratifying his sexual tensions whenever he feels like it. However, in order to get what he wants, this situation needs to be handled delicately.

His current curvaceous object has him feverishly tense. The sweat from his hard work glides down his face as he glares at her. She momentarily peeks back at him, causing her long ponytail to fling to the side just as he swipes the sweat from his brow.

“You look hot,” she acknowledges before bending at the waist in her tight blue jean shorts to retrieve a spare cloth from beneath the sink.

                She must be doing that on purpose, Jackson thinks as his dick begins to pulsate, making his gym shorts jolt. He watches her intently as she wets the cloth with cold water before bringing it over to him.

“This may help,” she says, handing it to him.

He takes the ice-cold cloth and admires her plump breasts, protruding from the top of her tight T-shirt. She maintains a daring stare as he blots his hot, damp skin with the material. The agonizing compulsion to be devoured exudes from her as she releases his gaze to strut away. The bounce of her round ass calls for him to follow closely behind.

                She’s playing a dangerous game. He contemplates letting her believe she has the upper hand. She can’t possibly believe that her roommate being in the next room will keep him from fucking the shit out of her.              “You think I won’t bend you over that counter?”

Astonished at his outburst, she swivels on her heels to face him.  “You wouldn’t dare,” she reprimands, but it sounds more like an invitation. Her fingers flutter to her neck and gently stroke the dip of her collar bone, drawing attention to her plump breasts.

Jackson stands abruptly, tossing the cloth on the kitchen table. Her body stills in anticipation of his next move. She watches him closely as he takes a final swig of iced tea before removing the white A-Shirt that has glued itself to the sweat on his body. He stands there, motionless, letting her eyes admire his perfect six-pack abs.

Her approving gaze stops at his pelvis. His shorts hang low at his hips. “What are you doing, Jackson?” she asks, instead of running.

                But does she really care?

Her heart begins to beat heavily against her chest, anticipating Jackson’s strong hands taking control of her body. Something she’s been craving as she sneakily watched Jackson work up a sweat in her front yard.

“Don’t you dare cower now.” He walks swiftly to her, trapping her against the kitchen counter and towering over her.

There’s no space between them, just unsurmountable sexual tension emanating from their heated bodies…and the threat of being seen rouses their hunger. He places his hands on either side of her waist as he stares through her. Jackson begins to thrust his pelvis against hers. His erection probing at her moistening middle. She struggles to remain frigid, frantically wanting to give into the temptations.  After all, she’s never been the voyeuristic type, but the thought of her roommate catching them only excites her more, not to mention Jackson’s intimidation has always turned her on.

“I’m not afraid of you,” she dares.

With a nefarious smile, he leans in closer, barely touching her lips. His warm, lemony breath bounces off her cocoa skin, causing her stomach to flutter. “Is that right?”

                Okay…maybe just a little, she thinks.

“Turn around,” he commands.

She stares nervously up at him, hesitant to move. She just can’t understand how Jackson controls her body with just the intimidation looming behind those fierce blue eyes.

“Do it!” he gripes through gritted teeth.

She immediately does as he say. He wastes no time grabbing her ponytail and wrapping it in his fists before pulling her head back against his shoulder. His erection grows beneath his shorts, as he slams his pelvis against her plump ass. His lips glide down the nape of her pulsating neck, barely touching her warm skin and taunting her thirst. He sinks his teeth into her heated skin while slithering his hand into her shorts. He grunts as he realizes she’s not wearing underwear.

He plays with her wet clit and whispers, “Hmmm.”

“Agh,” she whispers as her body falls limp like a marionette with his touch, readily giving into the dominance of her puppeteer.

“Giving in so easily?” he taunts. He bites harder into the flesh of her neck as he vigorously rubs her pussy, letting her juices coat his fingers.

“Agh!” she shouts.

“Quiet!” he roars as he hastily flips her around. He yanks her shorts to the floor and lifts her to his waist. “Don’t make a fucking sound.” He stares through her, waiting for her to acknowledge his demand before freeing his rod from his shorts and impaling her.

She digs into his back with her nails.  To silence her impending outburst, he devours her lips with his. She returns his fervor, shoving her tongue in his mouth. He sits her on the counter, leaning her back slightly. She holds on to his neck as he begins thrusting inside her pussy relentlessly. She groans into his mouth as her body continues to give into his relentless torture.

He yanks her head back by grabbing her ponytail, and with crippling, fierce blue eyes, stares down through her. She glances back at him, timidly enjoying his assault, as she reaches up to remove his hair from his ponytail. As his tendrils fall in front of his eyes, covering his beautiful face, she fists through it before pulling him down to her lips. She takes in these few moments of pure, unadulterated lust, enjoying the animalistic tongue thrashing as he plunges his engorged dick further… and further inside of her dripping folds. Her body quietly shouts as her orgasm begins to build.

He feels her reeling for release and throws her body down on the counter. He lifts her thighs over his arms for a steadier grip and continues to assail her, pulverizing her coyness with every ruthless thrash of his hips. Deeper and deeper… hammering every inch of himself into her. She grabs at her breasts, squeezing them as the pleasure rises from deep within her.

His nails dig into her thighs as he quietly gripes, “Give it to me!”

Her torso involuntarily lifts as her release begins to erupt through her. He covers her mouth just as she’s about to scream.

“Fuck!” she shouts muffled through his hand, as he thrusts quickly.

“Ugh!” he groans, as he pulls himself out of her warmth and releases on her stomach. He stands motionless, breathing heavily as he stares down at her pleased at his conquest. “Don’t move.” He walks over to the kitchen counter and wipes himself before putting his shirt back on. He then comes over to the sink to rinse the cloth off before cleaning his cum from her stomach. He never glances back at his latest object. Instead, he goes about business as usual. He runs the cloth in warm water once again before ringing it and tossing it in the trash.

As he walks back over to her, she lifts herself from the counter to stand and stares shamefully at the floor. He uses his finger to lift her head to face him. He puts his hair back into a ponytail before uttering, “Our secret.” He smiles wickedly before sealing their assumed deal with a forehead kiss and walks away leaving her standing there debased.

He doesn’t even bother taking a shower before heading to the bedroom to rest. After all, he’s already worked twice…quite hard, actually. He climbs in bed behind his self-proclaimed girlfriend just as she begins to stir. Still heavily worn from their late night romp.

“Did you do the work my roommate asked you to do, baby?” Tricia asks sleepily.

He smiles amorally. “I sure did…it was my good deed for the day,” he chuckles.

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One Steamy Summer

The Summer Heat Anthology is coming!!!

That’s right, six indie authors are bringing you steamy romance stories that would make any alpha blush!

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With temperatures rising, the sizzling stories of Summer Heat will have you needing a dip in the pool. We’re turning up the heat and you’re going to be damp in more ways than one.

Second chance romance, a sexy vampire, an irresistible bad boy, dark secrets, and then some? There’s a little bit of something for everyone. Grab a cold drink, come get down and dirty, and make this summer extra hot with Summer Heat.

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Summer Heat Stories


Fate’s Kiss
by Rachel de la Fuente
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When Shawn and Selene meet, they instantly know that they share a connection. But when Selene’s mother declares that vampire royalty doesn’t mate with humans, they’ll have to trust that Fate happens, even if it seems impossible.
Carnival of Love
by A. E. Gamrat

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What happens when your crush makes the moves you’ve been dreaming about? Mags is about to find out.
The Dragon’s Chains
by Sonya Jesus
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Keenan joined the Dragons to be closer to the woman he loved, Hannah. When the reason for him being there dies, he is left alone and with no way out. Keenan is chained to them forever.
Cuffed
by Cam Johns
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Detective Tristan Lyndsey uses his cuffs to control his suspects and subs. Until he meets a woman that causes him to lose that control.
Neon Summer
by Linny Lawless
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It was the summer of ’87. Opposites attract when a guitar player and an uptight virgin meet. What follows is a sizzling summer to remember.
Touched
by Sophia Peony
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Melonie wants her father’s best friend, and she’s going to make sure she gets what she wants before she leaves for college.

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Snippet from Arousing Inferno

The finale to the Arousing Series has finally published! Woohoo! It’s hard to believe that I’ve finished my first series, let alone completing three books! But, now it’s time to move on, somewhat, considering my next two books will be spin-offs from the series, haha!!

So, here’s quite a steamy snippet from Arousing Inferno. The Finale.

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He stands, pulling me up with him and gathering me in close. He kisses my lips softly, then lays his forehead against mine. “What am I going to do with you?” He sighs.

“Well…I have a few ideas,” I say, lifting one arm around his neck and using the palm of my other hand to massage his shaft through his pants. “You teased me earlier with your pecks, now it’s my turn to tease you.”
“Hmmm…I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he says grabbing at my ass.
“Oh no?” I drop to my knees quickly, unzipping his pants. I pull his dick out so fast he couldn’t try to stop me if he wanted. I guess, I can still move with this belly.
“What the fu–“
Before he can finish, I take him into my mouth. I take my time with it, taking him all in as his shaft grows harder. He looks down at me in excitement as he watches me suck his erection in as far as possible. His “O” face turns me on further, causing me to want to satisfy him more. I suck his dick harder as if trying to get the last of a drink through a straw. He grabs at my braided ponytail, wrapping it around his fist and begins shoving himself into my mouth.
“Karisma…fuck!” he shouts as he continues to thrust himself in and out of me. He fucks my face faster, tightening his grip on my ponytail. “Agh!” he shouts as I feel his warm liquid squirt in my mouth and slide down my throat. He lifts me to my feet hurriedly and shoves his tongue in my mouth, ravenously kissing me. “See what three months of not fucking me did! Now you got me cumming all fast and shit!”

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