Monday, March 28, 2011


It has been spring for a week and I do love this season. It is so wonderful to have the nights a little warmer, though I could do without the rain and occasional snow shower. Green things are popping out of the ground and soon Tarquin will pick bouquets for me during the day and fill the house with sweet fresh flowers. I don't miss out on the day, especially now that I have Tarquin. He always brings me the best parts of it.

I was feeling extra happy this last week and so I decided to go visit Paxton. He has been quite unhappy lately with the failure of that stupid witch to fix his problem, that is really my problem, not that I am going to tell him that. The woman wouldn't be in his basement if it wasn't for me...yeah, but she wouldn't be there if she hadn't stuck her stupid human nose into my business! She has spent the last almost year I think, in Paxton's basement because of it. If he doesn't find a way to erase her mind soon, he will have to kill her, or keep her as a pet there is an idea. I think we all need human pets...hmmm....any volunteers to be mine?

Sunday, March 27, 2011

New Excerpt

I've been holed up in a hospital room since Tuesday with the kid. Chest infection and all that comes with it. We literally just came home so I got nothing witty prepared for you. I promise next week I'll be better, but right now I just want to sleep. Here's another excerpt from A Wicked Ride. See you next time :)

eXtasy Books

Sasha kept her eyes and guns trained on the door. Next to her, Niko stood stark naked, his sawed-off aimed dead center on the entrance to the cabin.
“Anything I should know before I start blasting?”
“Nope, can’t think of a thing.”
Bullshit, but she held her tongue and waited. His gaze never wavered from their target.
A dark head eased through the tiny crack in the doorway. The intruder kept his body hidden behind the door as he turned his head left, then right, and finally straight ahead.
“Oww, my eyes!” Their uninvited guest stumbled into the cabin with his gloved hand, gun in tow, covering his face.
“What’s happening?” asked a deep voice from the outside.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Niko lowered his weapon and glared at the man who’d broken in.
A second man barged his way into the cabin, gun at the ready.
And then there were two.
Intruder number two took one look at Niko in his birthday suit and pivoted. “Put some clothes on, would you?”
“You know these fools?” Sasha edged closer to the newcomers as Niko grabbed a pair of jeans from the back of the couch. “Uh…babe, this is Maysin.” He pointed to the second man. “The one covering his face is Justice. Guys, I’m decent and this is Sasha.”
Targets acquired.
Justice dropped his hands and regarded her closely. She felt like a bug under a microscope. Maysin turned around. His eyes were filled with questions, but he had to wait.
“Well. Well. Well,” she drawled, “I’ve been waiting forever for you guys.”
“Do we know you?” Maysin squinted down at her with olive green eyes. He resembled the basketball player Rick Fox with his toffee skin, the facial structure and his dark curly hair. But that’s where the similarities ended. Maysin’s hair was longer and secured at his nape in a ponytail. His jaw sported a scruffy five o’clock shadow. An angry-ass scar ran from behind his left ear to his chin, marring his otherwise pretty boy looks. His bulky frame, clothed in head to toe black, and deep baritone inspired Sasha’s tighter grip on her guns.
“No, Rick, you don’t know me.” She grinned and released the safety on her pieces. “But I know you two.”
Maysin frowned, probably at the name she called him. Behind her, Niko chuckled. Justice raised his gun.
“Ah. Ah.” She tssked. “I’d rethink that if I were you. I’ll drop you before you get one out.”
“Who’s this person?” Justice lowered his hand and turned to Niko.
“Didn’t you hear him earlier? I’m Sasha. Now, drop the gun on the floor.” She motioned to Maysin who stood coiled, ready to spring. “You, too.”
Both men did as ordered in halting movements, their faces hard, eyes flashing retribution. When she was sure they were disarmed, Sasha curled her fingers around the trigger. “Sasha.” Niko called her name.
“What?” She didn’t take her gaze off the men promising violence with their stare.
“Babe, you can’t shoot them.”
She frowned. “Why the hell not? They took something from me.”
“Technically, I took it from you. Besides, you got it back.”
“Oh, yeah, you’re right.”
The expression on Maysin and Justice’s face said What The Fuck?
“But I still want to shoot them.” She pouted.
“Why?” Niko stood beside her with his arms folded.
“I promised myself I would. It’s been a long time since I’ve shot somebody.” She made eye contact with the two men standing before her. “I’m due.”
“Okay, am I the only one who thinks this chick’s crazy?” Justice’s white teeth flashed bright next to his dark-chocolate skin. Equally dark eyes, high cheekbones and a sharp jaw line gave him an exotic look. He towered over her, dressed in all black—shirt, motorcycle jacket, jeans and boots. His low voice had a Caribbean lilt to it.
“Sasha, you cant shoot them,” Niko said. “They’re my friends and I kinda like them.”
“What does that have to do with anything? Maybe I should shoot you instead. You said I was the only other person who knew about this place, but clearly that’s a lie.” She glared at him from the corner of her eye.
“I didn’t lie to you,” Niko whispered against her neck. His breath on her skin made her shiver. “I have no idea how they found us.”
“Why don’t we find out?” She turned to Maysin. “How did you find us, Rick?”
His green eyes shot daggers at her. “My name is—”
Sasha sighed at his words spoken through clenched teeth. “Really, Rick, we’ll get nowhere if you insist on being bogged down with irrelevant details. Now, answer the question. Let’s not forget the crazy chick has the guns.”
“How’d you find me, Maysin?” Niko circled Sasha waist. She leaned her head on his shoulder.
“GPS on the phone,” Maysin grated.
“Fucking technology,” Niko murmured.
Sasha nodded in agreement.
“Alright, everyone take a seat,” Niko said. He walked around to stand in front of her. “Sasha, put the guns down.”
“What?” She glared at him.
“I know. You want to shoot somebody, but it can’t be them.” He framed her face with his hands and kissed her lips.
“Not even a flesh wound?”
She pursed her lips. “Well, can I at least smack them around a little?”
Niko barked a laugh. “No, babe. No violence of any kind.”
Sasha lowered her guns with a sigh. Her arms were getting tired anyway. 

Friday, March 25, 2011

Why must we complicate matters?

I went out the other night, for fun. I fed well before I went as not to tempt fate and now, I wish I had gone with a raging appetite.

Perhaps, it’s my fault because I’ve refused to stay up with the times. Perhaps, its the humans fault because they do love to complicate matters.

Years ago, terminology used to be simple. When we used certain words, we knew exactly what we were talking about. Now, humans have added a plethora of convoluted words to the GLBT community.

Imagine my surprise when a gorgeous beauty walked over to me and asked if I was a sheboi.

“Excuse me?”

“Are. You. A. Sheboi?” She smiled.

A she and a boy? Was she asking if I was a hermaphrodite?  or was she insulting me? “Are you seeking death, tonight?” I curiously asked, knowing that no matter how fucking gorgeous she was, she lingered dangerously close to meeting my angered fangs.

You’re cute.” Compliments would not save her. She had to do better than that. “Are you a bottom?”

“Huh…bottom of what?”

Her mouth fell open. She apologized and proceeded to explain today's new lingo. Once I am sure, I have received all the current information, I will release her from my dungeon.

Here’s some new tidbit’s to get your fangs into…I have added my own comments in red.

Bondage and Domination/Domination and Submission/Sado-Masochism

Boi: (This was a new one on me)
1- A way for butch women to identify themselves.
2- A term of endearment to express affection toward masculine females.
3- In BDSM circles, a butch who is a bottom.

Someone who prefers to take a more submissive role in sexual situations.
Note: This definition pertains to the BDSM scene.

A masculine or masculine-acting woman. Can be used to denote an individual, or the dominant role in a lesbian relationship.
Note of interest: Many clearly believe that "Butch" is a gender of its own.

Someone who identifies as being feminine or embodies a lot of traditionally feminine characteristics.
Note of interest: it's a common misconception that all femmes are passive or submissive. (They are if they are in my bed)

FTM, F2M or T's:
Female to Male transsexual.

Orgasm Control: (also known as edging, peaking or surfing) (Shows potential)
A technique that involves the maintenance of high levels of sexual arousal for an extended period of time without reaching orgasm, but ultimately reaching orgasm.

Orgasm Denial: (also known as Erotic Sexual Denial)
Is a sexual practice in which a heightened state of sexual arousal is maintained for an extended length of time without orgasm. (Causing your instantaneous death)

When a lesbian is wearing a strap on dildo under her clothes.
Note of Interest: It was once a practice reserved only for butches, however, it is not uncommon that find some femmes engaging in the practice. (I think “confused” may be more appropriate)

Power Femme:
Femme who revels in the power, strength and mystique of her femininity.

Butches who are not transitioning and identify themselves as a woman.

A person who vacillates between dominant and submissive roles within sexual relationships.

A lesbians strap-on dildo.
Note of interest: In the BDSM world, a toy bag is where implements of sexual play are kept, such as whips, chains, ropes, restraints, ball gags, knives, needles, etc... (Ah, it brings back memories of the inquisition *sigh*)

A person who "takes the lead" or is dominant in sexual situations.
Note of interest: This may or may not include BDSM, fantasy role play or fetishes or servitude. If it includes BDS M, the TOP will be the one to do the bondage & pain play etc. to the bottom.

ftlob See you next week and remember that For the love of blood is on sale at Amazon for 0.99.

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

Party with CoffeeTime Romance!

Last night the Bloggers of NLV were invited to chat over at Coffee Time Romance. If you were there, thanks so much we have a fantastic time! If you missed it –well you missed a heck of a party.
We talked about peter heaters, Cuban coffee --apparently will kick you and your best friend’s ass, sex scenes --which I missed, though I heard it was quite dirty—dang it! We also gave a away prizes! I gave away an advance copy of my April 1st Release, Shockwave – Temperance, a tarot series novel. It was fabulous to be able to talk to everyone! With our virtual drinks, coffee, snacks and plenty of banter it was the best party I have been to in years!
I wanted to thank the peeps over at Coffee Time for having us. As a treat, here is a naughty excerpt from Shockwave!
Happy Wednesday!
Melissa mingled with the local fashion world. She knew most of them already, chatting about the latest trends and any recent fashion crimes committed by all those who should know better. Jack and Chris had created a wall of women around them, and Jack quickly settled into a flirtatious banter with the group. After giving each of the ladies their due interactions, Jack focused on one, his target of the evening. Strategically cornering the lovely brunette by the name of Alexis, the charm was turned on, and she was eating it up. The flirtation turned to innuendo as he leaned into her body. She moved closer, running her hand from his shoulder down his lapel. He caught her gaze and kept it with a calculated grin. She became brave and turned into him, whispering into his ear.
“When was the last time you had some fun?”
“It’s been a while.” His hand rested on her hip and her hand inched its way up his chest. She giggled as she looked up at him and he smiled in return.
So easy…
“Can we go somewhere a little more private?” Alexis purred into his ear.
“How can I resist,” he said, gulping back the unknown hesitation in his chest. “Lead the way.”
Alexis led him through the VIP area and down a blackened hallway. She stopped and twisted, her body slamming against his before she devoured his mouth. He responded in kind, lifting her leg against his thigh while he played with her tongue with his teeth.
She just showed up and took over…she had no right…
Her nails dug into his chest. He stopped at her waist. She pulled at his neck, her tongue lashing at his teeth. His right hand moved up, palming her nipple through the fabric of her dress. She groaned in delight, letting her head fall back. He attacked her neck, his teeth nipping at the curves.
Like he had no choice in the matter, It was going to happen whether he liked it or not…
Kate’s eyes flashed in his mind.
He grasped Alexis by the hips, spinning her back to the wall. He crushed her with his heated torso, his mouth made a trail down her neck and across her collarbone. She began to unbuckled his belt, and his fingers curled around the strap of her dress, pulling it down her shoulder.
Kate knelt on the floor, his dogs wagging their tails and licking her face…
These guys are adorable…
Alexis’s hand made its way into his pants, and his hand slid up the side of her leg. Her mouth attached itself to his neck. She unbuttoned his shirt. His mind swayed with the conflicting images between his mind and his body. His chest tightened. The sight of Kate in the curving black dress came back to him. His body began responding to the images, instead of the woman in his arms.
What the fuck?
He felt the heat of Alexis moving down his body, and he quickly snapped himself out of the cerebral schizophrenia.
“Alexis, you don’t—” He reached down to pull her back up. Instead, she turned his back to the wall.
“I want to.” An evil grin spread across her face before her mouth swallowed his cock.
He watched her stroke him with her lips and hand. Her tongue moved around the head before plunging him into her throat.  Jack couldn’t help but release a guttural moan, his head falling back against the wall. Despite his own resistance, his mind continued to fill with images of Kate, her body and her eyes. His eyes closed. Alexis’s mouth stroked him faster, her tongue relentless in its pursuit of his cum. It didn’t take long for her to get her wish, his body responding to her ploys with a burst of cum in her hand.
He caught his breath while adjusting his clothes. She rose to meet him with a smile. He moved to kiss her, but instead found her putting a business card in his jacket pocket.
“Call me sometime.” She turned and walked away.
Jack leaned against the wall, his head dipped down.
A good time with no strings…exactly what he wanted

eXtasy Books
 April 1st 2011

Copyright © Amy Romine 2011
 All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

Monday, March 21, 2011

Now is your chance!

Tuesday at 9:00pm EST is your chance to live chat with some of your favorite Naughty Little Vamp authors. Courtney Breazile, Annie Alvarez, Avril Ashton, and Amy Romine. We will be chatting and there will be prizes! You will have the chance to ask us all your questions live.

Annie Alvarez- pdf of Carly Bright, pdf For the Love of Blood
Amy Romine- Advanced Pdf of Temperance
Avril Ashton- Pdf of A Wicked Ride
Courtney Breazile- Pdf of Blood Visions, Pdf of Reckless Love

Join the fun!

Sunday, March 20, 2011


Edits have me under the gun and pulling my hair out. But, fear not, I will not leave you wanting. I mean…do I ever…leave you wanting? Here, for your drooling pleasure, are Sasha and Niko from A Wicked Ride. If you haven’t yet said hello to these two, kindly do so through the links at the bottom of the post.

Back to the editing cave for me. For you…Enjoy…

“Who sent you?” Niko’s voice hardened as he grew tired of all the questions and no answers.
His visitor raised a perfectly arched brow. “Oh, honey. Do I look like I take orders?”
“What do you want then?”
All trace of softness vanished from her face. Her eyes became glacial. If Niko didn’t know before, now he did. This wasn’t someone to be messed with. Unfortunately for her, neither was he.
“The flash drive.”
Not the answer he expected. He shook his head. “Sorry, no clue what you’re talking about.” That flash drive was his leverage against the man who tried to kill him, and put him in a coma instead. Niko waited three years for his shot at Vicente, there was no way he’d let the woman in front of him take it away.
The stranger nodded once as if she’d come to some kind of decision, and walked backward to the chair with the burner still trained on him. “Shall I tell you a story, Niko?”
She continued on without waiting for his reply. “I believe I shall.” She sat. “So there I am, crawling through the godforsaken air ducts of Harper Royce’s office, when three men enter the room dressed in black.”
Mother. Fuck. She knew.
“Shall I go on, Niko?” She pursed her lips and waited for his reply.
Mute, he shook his head.
“I thought not. Now, why don’t we start over? And you can forget about the SIG, it’s mine now.” Eyes and gun on him, she reached down with her free hand. Sure enough, when she held her hand up, there was the SIG.
Damn, she was good.
She put his gun back on the floor next to her feet and sprawled back in the chair. “You got a girlfriend?”
Okay, what?
“What does that have to do with anything?”
She leaned forward, flashing gaze on his face and the gun hand steady. “Don’t for one second think I won’t shoot you between those pretty eyes. Answer the fucking question.”
Obviously, she was nuts. Niko humored her while he thought of a way to get his gun back. “No, I don’t have a girlfriend.”
The gold doorknockers in her ears swung when she shook her head. “Now that’s a shame. That body of yours was meant to be ridden hard. And often.” 
She was killing him, with nothing but her voice and her words. Niko swallowed, throat dry. He tore his gaze away from her eyes and shot a quick glance down her body. Bad idea. All the blood in his body pooled in his cock. He shifted slightly to ease the ache.  
“I‘ve been watching you sleep.” 
Niko blinked to hide his shocked expression. She surprised him at every turn. Three years he hid from Vicente without his former employer knowing he was alive, or so close, yet here he sat. He never figured a doll-like woman would be the one to find him.
“You really should get a sturdier lock for your door. You’re damned lucky it’s you I found and not—ah, what were their names again? Maysin and J.” She stood, strutted over to him. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you, Niko Davaris.” She leaned over and put her lips to his right ear.
Sparks raced up and down his spine but Niko ignored them. He grabbed her by the throat. Her gun clattered to the floor as he yanked her down until they were face to face. “Now, why would you leave yourself open like this?”
Her eyes were wide, the pupils dilated. “Maybe it’s all a part of my plan. Maybe I wanted your hands on me.”
“You’re a cocky little thing, aren’t you? What’s your name?”
“Now why would I make it so easy for you?” Her lips curved up.
“This isn’t a game.” His fingers squeezed the smooth flesh of her neck. “You’ve no idea the shit you’re fucking with.”
Her body stayed relaxed, her breathing didn’t falter once. “So you’ve got me.” Mint-scented breath caressed his face. “I wonder what you’re going to do next?” She moved slowly until one of her legs draped over his on the bed.
Niko’s pulsing cock sat up straighter at the brush of her leg. He cursed his traitorous body; he should’ve taken his friends’ advice and gotten laid. If he had, he wouldn’t be contemplating what it’d be like to make this woman orgasm. 
He glared down at his naked crotch and back at her, but her attention centered on his mouth. “Don’t fuck with things you know nothing about, Pink Lady.”
“Why don’t you bring me up to speed, hmm?” She met his eyes. “I’m all ears, Niko.”
She wasn’t afraid. The fingers around her neck flexed. He’d vowed to never hurt another person when he awoke from the coma, but he needed the drive to lure John Vicente to him. The smoldering woman in his grasp couldn’t have it. Vicente had a debt to repay and Niko wouldn’t allow anyone to fuck up his plans. Three years he’d waited, and within the next few days shit would hit the proverbial fan. The flash drive was the centerpiece.
“Hey,” she murmured. Something sharp and cool pricked his side. “Don’t take our current position as a statement that I don’t like your hands on me, ‘cause I do.”
His gaze traveled down his torso, stopped at the straight razor she held to his side. Christ. Who was she?
 “Since I last saw you I’ve been trying to picture you naked,” she in that husky voice. “Nothing comes close to the real thing.”
He gritted his teeth. Desire warred with his long-suffering need for revenge. Nothing could come before him getting back at the man who’d taken his child and left Niko to die.
“Cat got your tongue?” she asked. “Pity. I suggest you let me go before I carve my initials into your beautiful skin.”
Niko swallowed a humorless chuckle. He’d survived worst things; cuts from a straight razor didn’t faze him. The woman staring at him with desire in her eyes did. Her heated nearness scalded him. His hold on her neck loosened. He couldn’t let her have the drive, but she could walk out of there before he did the things his three-years-celibate body demanded he do.
“Leave,” he growled. “Now.” His hand fell away from her neck. He curled it against the urge to touch her again.  
“Aww, so soon?” The razor disappeared. She scrambled off him with a pout. “When we meet again—and we will meet again, Niko—your ass is mine.” Eyes on him, she grabbed her gun and backed toward the door.
He couldn’t breathe, she’d taken all his air. His limbs felt heavy and uncooperative. 
She groped behind her for the door, pulled it open. “By the way, thanks for the flash drive.” The razor fell to the floor as she threw up two fingers. “Deuces.” Then she disappeared.


Saturday, March 19, 2011

On a personal note

I finally got the nerve to create a personal blog for myself. Relax! NLV isn’t going anywhere and my personal blog has no affiliations with Naughty Little Vamp.

It’s merely a place where I can post my personal thoughts and beliefs as a butch about what matters to me…my lesbian community or lack of one.

I invite you to participate, follow and share my link with all.


Friday, March 18, 2011

On a serious note…

We at NLV deeply express our condolences to Japan for their recent and horrific catastrophe. We cannot even begin to image the devastation, the loss of life and suffering that you are experiencing. God Speed!

For those who can give, I have added links.

Monday, March 14, 2011

NLV FANGVIEW with Emmalia

SkinandMoon72dpi6x9 I am Emmalia, witch. I once belonged to the strongest witch coven in the world…but now I am a part of a pack…I guess. Not so sure about this whole life I chose, but if I get to spend my time making love to Terrance my wonderful werewolf mate then I guess it isn’t too bad. You can find my book Skin and Moon Immortal Council Series #5 at

What differentiates you from your kind? Do you have special abilities?
I never thought I was special. Some witches are born with extra abilities, my mother is a healing witch, my ex leader was a mind witch and my best friend is a death witch. I was nothing…until I met Terrance, now I guess I am a mating witch…if that can be counted as a special ability.

Tell us about your most current adventure.
Choosing between my coven and my love! That was a fucking nightmare…and it didn’t have to be! Leticia didn’t have to be such a bitch! And those ugly selkies *shudder* yeah Skin and Moon explains it all.

Tell us a little bit about your author. Where can we find more of their works? And If you could offer your author advice, what would it be?
My author’s website is and she spends a lot of time tweeting at She has many great works at both Extasy Books and Devine Destinies.

If I could offer her some advice it would be: The one you love is always worth sacrificing for.

Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
Yeah…they think I am just another crazy bitch…like the rest of the witches. I am okay with that, keeps them from expecting me to be too nice…I have a hard time holding my tongue around idiots.

Tell us a little bit about your world.
I am suddenly a part of Terrance’s world. He is the son of the B.C. pack alpha and the werewolf representative on the Council of Immortals. I am now the witch representative. It is suddenly a different world than I knew as a part of my witch coven. Not sure how I fit in exactly yet.

What kind of music do you listen to?
I listen to a lot of different music…lately I have been loving Marilyn Manson and Adele…I know I know quite different but hey I am quite different too.

Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?
No, once I decided I did love Terrance I was all over expressing it…In many different ways ;)

Is there a message you want to get across in this interview?
I may not be a crazy bitch…but I am still a bitch so don’t try to take advantage of me…

What other characters have influenced you?
Lillian, I was so surprised to see she was happily mated to a werewolf. Elves are so superior I couldn’t believe it and it definitely made me rethink mating with Terrance.

Do you ever ask your significant other for advice?
Terrance would protect and shelter me if he could, luckily he can’t, I am quite powerful.

Have you ever lost control?
Many times…witches aren’t known for holding their tempers.

What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?
When I told Terrance I loved him and wanted to be mated to him instead of a part of my coven. Wild times in the forest…mmmmm….

Do you think you are a superior being?
Superior to who?

What kind of witch are you?
A mating witch I guess…not that I knew that sort of thing existed until recently.

What evils have you caused?
Intentionally or by pure accident? I have had some bad days and cause havoc unnecessarily. But I try not to, unless its deserved.

Do you personally know any demons? And what is your relationship to them?
Oh yes, I have had…relations with a few and they are very good lovers.

Tell us about the nose wart. Is this any truth to it?
Lol no way! A witch can whip up a cream to get rid of anyting unpleasant.

Explain the “evil eye.” Is it real?
I can do a lot with just a look and a thought, though I won’t reveal all my secrets here.

Can you cross breed with another supernatural species?
Terrance and I are working on that right now…I will let you know.

Thank you, Emmalia for sharing yourself I mean, your story with us, today. I look forward to seeing more of you around.

To Purchase Skin and Moon click here

SkinandMoon72dpi6x9She runs and manages to hide, but can’t forget his brief touches and insane claims of being her mate. Fucking him out of her head is the best plan she can come up with. If only his scent wouldn’t haunt her, she might succeed.

Danger to her coven and a betrayal from within drives her to accept his help. She will use him to gain her coven’s trust back, but once she allows him to claim her, can she just leave him?

He would do anything to have her. His werewolf instincts drive him to take her and make her his own. Will he be able to let her go if she chooses her coven over him?


“Kill me, Terrance, if that is what you’re here to do. Just stop torturing me with your scent all over the fucking place!” she called out to the room on the hunch he was listening.

“Is that really what you want?” Terrance’s rough sensuous voice slid over Emmalia and she shivered.

She rolled to her side to face the direction of the voice and saw him slip through the wall from the bathroom as if he were walking through air. It was creepy, and yet the sight of him made her body react as if it were the most erotic thing she had ever seen in her life. Her nipples hardened and her panties dampened. “For you to stop torturing me, yes,” her voice was weak and she cleared her throat, trying to focus.

“Is it torture to smell me all over the place?”

“You’re an animal, marking your territory. Except the humans around here can’t even sense it so you’re wasting your time.” Emmalia was impressed with how flippant her words came out this time. Inside, she was still struggling. The desire to rush him and kiss him was fighting with the desire to run away from him screaming.

“It isn’t for the stupid human’s benefit that I have been spreading my scent about.” He arched a black brow at her and she felt her toes curl. He exuded confidence and it was so attractive.

If he had been anything else, she would be all over him right now. She would be dragging him to the bed and tearing at his clothes, wanting him to prove that his confidence was founded on sexual fact, prove that he really could do all the things his voice and eyes promised. “I figured as much. So what is your plan? You have me here, alone.” Emmalia licked her lips, knowing it would entice him. She couldn’t help it, she wanted him so badly. If he was about to rip out her throat, she wanted to at least know what it would be like to have his hard body against hers before she died.

A deep rumble emitted from Terrance’s chest as he took a step forward, his gaze locked onto her lips. “I’m here to claim my mate. Will you deny me?”

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Just Violent

This week was chock full of drama on my end, real and imagined, and I’ve been feeling rather violent lately. I’m talking breaking out the Vaseline and razor blade, pulling off the hoop earrings…that type of violent. I’m a Brooklyn girl, we’re scrappers. We bring it.

I love a violent heroine, don’t you? One who kicks all kinda ass with her heels and her wits. Shiver. Oh, how I love violence—uh, I mean a violent chick. Love. Love.

In my novel, A Wicked Ride, the heroine Sasha Forde is a violent chick. Guns, knives, heels. Name it, the bitch done cut/crushed somebody with it. In one of the WIPS I recently completed, my heroine is a killer with some rather extraordinary abilities. She can even kill you with her mind, but she’s in love with guns and sharp, shiny blades.

Sensing a pattern? Yeah, it’s just my way of working out my violence without having to explain to the boys in blue why I did what I did, feel me? Now, there’s really no need to start worrying has Lady A done lost her ever-loving mind, freaking ship been sailed. But, you can rest assured that for now the violent streak in me is only confined to my books.

Fingers crossed it always remain that way.

Friday, March 11, 2011


Alright. I know many of you are watching your pennies quickly disappear into nothingness, but here’s something you can spend your dollar on that won’t disappoint.

My first adventure, For The Love Of Blood is ON SALE at Amazon for a measly 0.99. Yes, For less than a buck, you can start reading the epic adventures of the Hightower Clan.

Just in case your not sure of what to do next, let me walk you through this…

1- Click on this link and purchase For The Love Of Blood.

2- Brew a good cup of Joe.

3- Sit down, kick your feet up and drink your coffee while immersing yourself in a vampire love story that will consume you.

WARNING: This adventure may be habit forming.

Start at the beginning of an epic erotic adventure...

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I can’t believe I fell in love with a vampire! Oh, not just any vampire, but Tamara Hightower, Master of the East Coast, whose name and reputation quakes fear in every other vampire, not to mention a few Counsel members that crossed her path. Can this modern day relationship between a half-witch and a vampire work out or am I just fooling myself? No doubt, she stole my heart, but can I command her pleasures?


I pushed her back. “Wait a minute.” I reached into my beach bag and pulled out a leather harness. Giving her a sheepish smile, I said, “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

Her eyes lit up and she met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as I unzipped and pulled her pants off. My tongue tasted every inch of her hard muscular belly. I slipped the harness on her and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over her crotch. I knelt down and took her new cock in my mouth. Slowly, I stroked it to make sure she could feel the base hitting her clit. Her eyes rolled up and her lips parted slightly as she met my gentle thrusts. I guided her to the throne and sat her down. Sliding it deeper into my mouth, I pressed down on her cock, knowing it would excite her even more.

I took one of her hands and strapped it to the throne armrest as I worked her dick further into my mouth. She looked down at me and I pressed her cock harder against her nub. Her eyes rolled and she leaned her head back, arching her body. I took her other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, I raised my head and ran my tongue up her belly to her neck. The throne was wide enough that I knelt directly over her while I nibbled her soft skin.

My sundress draped across her, shielding us from prying eyes. Then I moved my neck close to her mouth. A tease. I let her tongue touch my skin. More teasing. I had learned a few things working at the Center—vampires and men are alike. They are easily worked by an experienced hand and I intended to work Tamara tonight. I moved my neck closer to her tongue, encouraging her to feel the hard, steady pulse of my artery beat. She opened her mouth and I pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

She raised her hips, pushing her stiff cock against me, but it slid past my cunt and stopped at my ass. I raised my hips. “That hole is for another day,” I cautioned as I stroked her eager cock back to my waiting cunt and slid it inside me.

I mounted her. Wiggling, I took every inch, making sure she felt me. With each of her up-thrusts, I pushed down, driving the base harder against her swollen tip. Her fingers dug into the armrest and I quickened my momentum, wiggling the base, heightening her sexual intensity. She arched her back. I knew she was close. I stopped, sitting perfectly still on her lap. I kissed her cheek and my sweat ran down her face, gleaming in the candlelight. She had never looked so beautiful and so distraught. She opened her mouth and I kissed her lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” I said, squirming in her lap.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” I commanded, but she resisted. “Look at me.”

Finally, she obeyed. “Bid me your blood,” she pleaded.

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Temperance Shockwave - Exclusive Excerpt!

By Amy Romine
Jack Tuckers life as a morning radio host is uncomplicated, attachment free and without regret.
Brought together by a mutual friend the pair are at odds from the moment they meet. She finds his confidence swagger arrogant and beyond reproach, while he in turn sees her as a self righteous controlling dictator.
As Kate struggles with her confidence, Jack begins to realize his life without strings is missing something, or someone. Adversity quickly becomes attraction. Jack and Kate find themselves flirting with the flames of unexpected desire.
As emotions rise, scars are revealed and secrets are uncovered. Will the reality of their very different worlds bring them together or rip them apart?

Jack got back into his car and proceeded to his hotel. Checking in he cleaned up and headed out for something to eat. The butterflies in his stomach churned as he headed back to her house. He pulled into the same place he had before and got out of the car. The light in her front window was on, and he saw that as a good sign. 
Taking a deep breath, moved across the parking lot, and to her door. About to knock, he heard his name.
“Jack?” He turned to see her walking toward him, her male companion at her side.
“What are you doing here?”
“I needed to see you.” His eyes locking with hers.
“You two obviously need to be alone,” Kate’s companion said, giving Jack a look of warning. “I’m going to head inside.”
Kate simply nodded, not breaking Jack’s gaze. The man disappeared into her house. She stood staring at him and Jack realized she was waiting for him to say something.
“I wanted to apologize for the way I left things in Vegas.” She looked away from him.
“Thanks, but it’s over. I’m --”
“I know I messed up. I didn’t mean to push you away and I--”
“I don’t know what this is. All I know is that since you left everything…stopped.””
“You don’t know what you’re saying.” Her eyes filled with emotion and he saw a ray of hope.
 “Listen to me,” moving closer, looking down into her eyes. “I know that this isn’t what was supposed to happen, but it did and I want to start over.”
“I’m not good for you, Jack,” hugging herself as if a chill had fallen between them.
“That’s not true,” shortening the space between them. The ocean air swept through her hair, her scent filling him. “I have never been more alive than I am with you.”
“It’s a fantasy. It isn’t real.”
“Yes it is,” seeing the denial in her eyes. “I’ve tried to forget, Kate! I’ve told myself that it wasn’t real…”
“No, Jack…”
“But I was wrong! It is real and I can’t let it go,” refusing to let her push him away, keeping her eyes locked within his. “And I don’t think you can either.”
He watched her struggle and wanted desperately to wrap his arms around her.  He forced himself to stay where he was. She gulped something back and took a deep breath.
“I have nothing to give you.”
“I’m not asking for anything,” searching her eyes for some sign of hope.
“Yes you are.”
 “You are…you are looking for Texas Kate. Problem is that laid back, nice, Texas Kate doesn’t exist! My life is complicated, dangerous, and all consuming! At the end of the day there is nothing left.” She purposely stepped back, out of his reach. “You think you know me, Jack, but you don’t.”
“You’re right I don’t, not all of you. I do know the Kate I rode the stratosphere with, the woman who prefers an orange soda to a beer, who didn’t hesitate to tell me when I was being a selfish ass. The exquisite creature I held before the world exploded.”
“Please…stop.” Her hand running through her hair, while she refused to meet his eyes.
“I’m useless without you.”
“I’m sorry.”
“There’s nothing to be sorry for!”
“Yes there is. I was trying to run away from who I am and you got caught up in it.  None of it was real. The Kate you are talking about doesn’t exist, she never did. I’m sorry that I misled you—“
“Don’t do this. Don’t stand there and tell me it was a lie when you know it wasn’t! I know you felt it too. I saw it in your eyes when you looked at me. It was overwhelming and I can’t forget. I don’t want to forget--”
 “It’s a fairy tale,” breaking away from any connection he had made with her. “It’s not real. She’s not real! I created a character to cope, to hide and you fell for her, but she doesn’t exist. She never did! Let it go.”
“I can’t believe you’re doing this.”
“Believe it. I’m not as understanding as your Kate is. I don’t have the time or the patience. It’s unproductive and does me no good.”
“Fine,” blocking her eye line, forcing her to face him. “Look at me and tell me that you don’t want me here. Tell me that I am crazy. Tell me there is nothing but air between us and I’ll go.”
They seemed frozen in time. Jack saw a flicker of light in her eyes but it disappeared. As if she had consciously decided to extinguish their last ray of hope, and his heart ached.
“I’m sorry, Jack.” He watched her turn and walk away from him. He wanted to stop her, tell her that she was being stupid. They could make it work, but he didn’t. He let her go.
He let her walk away.
COMING April 15th 2011 from Extasy Books!
©Amy Romine
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