I am in awe of Brenda Novak. I can barely organize my shopping list let alone this giganto auction.  It's got everything! Books, chocolate, vacations, jewelry, editing and critique packages. Seriously, everything. 

I have my eye on a hand-painted wine glass which combines two of my favorite things; painting and wine. Preferably, together. Now is the time to bid as we get down to the wire. Here is what Brenda says about the end date:

Also, please be aware that MOST items close on May 31st, but that doesn't mean ALL items do. Remember to check the closing time of whatever you're interested in winning. The One Day Auction Category is a special category where items go up for auction and close the same day. To participate, you must keep an eye on the schedule. Don't miss out on the fun of these quick and exciting auctions.

I've donated my Adventures of Star Lite series ebooks. Wouldn't it be wonderful to read them all at once on your ereader ? Here's my goodies, still at a very affordable price. Bid often, bid well, help a great cause. 

PS  If the link doesn't work, look for item number 3319726 or The Adventures of Star Lite trilogy under Paranormal/Fantasy Romance/Urban Fantasy books.                              

http://brendanovak.auctionanything.com/Bidding.taf?_function=detail&Auction_uid1=3319726

Hot times ahead! Enjoy this peek at A Cat's Tale by Melissa Snark

Alpha werewolf, Jared Kohl, wakes up in a vampire’s dungeon, swearing revenge upon the wily Siamese werecat who lured him there with her sultry lips and the sweetest tail. To escape his undead captor, all he has to do is seduce the skittish puss and show her that trust is often a hot and hard lesson to learn.

Enslaved feline shifter, Josephine Young, has learned the hard way not to believe in anything or anyone—not men, not love, and certainly not the blood-sucking mistress who tossed her into the cage with the hungry beast she’d betrayed. But Josephine does what she must to survive, including tempting the dominant werewolf to give her more than promises.

Imprisoned for their blood, Jared and Josephine fight for survival and discover a passion that neither can walk away from. Can these two predators survive long enough to prove that cats and dogs can be more than enemies?

(Adult rated)

A Cat’s Tale

Somewhere between Virginia and California

It happened in a nowhere town at a shithole bar off the main highway somewhere between Virginia and Los Angeles. Jared Kohl pulled off to get a drink and a burger. Okay, more than one drink, and a pile of burgers. But a werewolf had to eat and it took more than just one shot to get him buzzed. Whatever the case, he never did get to order.

The bar was dim and cheap with its 60s themed movie and rock posters, and a jukebox pumping out Jimi Hendrix and The Stones. Jared took a seat at a corner table where he could stretch out his long legs and appreciate the classic image of Marilyn Monroe and her billowing white dress.

As a stranger to this community, he was bound to attract attention. Jared measured a neat six-four and two hundred twenty pounds of pure sinewy muscle. His dark brown hair had gotten too long, so stubborn curls tumbled across his forehead. His neat mustache and beard covered only his chin, framing his mouth. He was handsome and knew it. He had his father’s good looks—broad forehead, strong nose, generous mouth, and square jaw. From his mother, he’d inherited startling topaz eyes. A cleft divided his chin.

As distracting as all the eyes upon him were, Jared got hard the second he scented her—rich and musky and designed for fucking. His posture remained relaxed as she walked up behind him. He did not glance up until she ran a hand over his shoulder. Her fingernails were painted fire-engine red and sharpened to points. The light scratches she left on his skin healed thanks to his regenerative ability.

“So a werewolf and a werecat walk into a bar…” Her voice was low and husky, pitched to create a seductive resonance within a man’s crotch. Beneath the pheromones, he smelled sadness and anxiety, which intrigued him more than the blatant come on. She seemed more complex than she wanted to let on.

Jared looked up from his drink to get hung up on a pair of pretty knees clad in white stockings and red lace garters encircling slender thighs. Her plaid skirt was the right length of short, stopping just shy of crotch level, low enough to tease him. She wore a prim white button-up shirt with a collar and rolled sleeves. Her skin was Asian mocha, and her hair was black and worn in pigtails secured with red ribbons. Her almond-shaped eyes were bright blue with slit pupils. The ornate gold collar around her neck seemed incongruous with the outfit. She was working the Japanese schoolgirl angle hard, but he judged her to be in her early twenties. Sometimes with shapechangers, it was hard to tell.

“Let’s cut to the chase,” Jared said. “Does the wolf eat the pussycat?” He smiled, showing a hint of fang. It had been a while since he’d eaten, and he was hungry enough to consider her the entrée. Jared met those cobalt eyes but did not worry about dominance. He was smart enough not to get into a staring contest with a cat.

“Does the wolf want to eat the pussycat?” She trailed a suggestive hand down his chest and then sat on his lap. Unless he was mistaken, she wasn’t against the idea of being splayed and licked. Hell, she might go for biting if her kink was pain.

“It’s been a while since I last ate,” he said. She wasn’t what he expected of a werecat. But then he’d never met one until she walked up and sat in his lap, so he was free of preconceived notions.

“You’re new to town,” she said. “Are you here with your pack?” Oh man, she was leading him without any subtlety. He smelled the trap big time.

“I’m on my way to LA,” he said. “Sorry, but I’m afraid it’s just me.” He watched her reaction, trying to figure her angle. She had fire and spirit, and the air of a creature abused.

Her smile widened. “So, you’re a lone wolf?”

“Not exactly,” Jared responded with caution. He shrugged. “It’s more a matter of circumstance than choice. It’s complicated.”

“I like complicated men.” On his lap, she shifted, rubbing her buttocks against his swollen cock and working the denim for friction.

Jared sucked in air between his teeth. Oh yeah, a baited but obvious trap. “What’s your breed?”

Anger flared in her cobalt eyes. She withdrew several inches away from him. He held up a staying hand. “I only meant—” Fuck, what had he meant? “Are you Persian? Burmese? You smell like a purebred.”

“You know cats?” She seemed thrown. Mistrust glittered in her pretty eyes, causing her mask of sophistication to slip. “I’m Siamese.”

He grinned. “My mom had a Siamese. He was a crazy cat.”

“What happened to him?” she asked in a way that could only be described as catty. “Was he eaten by a werewolf?”

“Sol passed away at the ripe old age of twenty-one,” Jared said. At twenty-six, he had grown up with the cat and loved it a great deal.

Restless, the werecat shifted. He smelled her fear—fear of him. His protective instincts rushed to the fore. He opened his mouth to ask why when she twisted on his lap to straddle him. With a glance, he got a good look at her crotch as the skirt bunched up high across her thighs. She had no panties on and a manicured pussy—Brazilian waxed.

“Want to fuck me?”

Jared swallowed hard. She hadn’t bothered to ask his name. No doubt, it was a trap. Jared nodded and followed her out of the bar anyway. He wanted to fuck her that bad. 

"With a starting phrase 'somewhere between Virginia and California'; you know you are in for a treat with A Cat's Tale. Jared is so much fun, a true Alpha male who knows when to keep his Alpha tendencies down and hidden." 

~ Just Erotic Romance Reviews

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Jewels of the Moon Pendant for Clairvoyance and Psychic Ability by Nordic Lights Collection by Maelstrom Odssonn

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• Melissa Snark is published with The Wild Rose Press & as an Indie author with four different titles.
• Her Loki's Wolves series includes THE CHILD THIEF, HUNGER MOON AND BATTLE CRY (to be released June 2014).
• Her novel THE MATING GAME, an erotic paranormal title will be released in Spring 2014.
• She lives in the San Francisco bay area with her husband, three children and a glaring of cats.
• She blogs about books and writing on The Snarkology.

Learn more about Melissa Snark:

Author Website

The Snarkology

Email: melissasnark at gmail.com

Facebook Author Page

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Goodreads 

Amazon Author Page

I'm borrowing Kristen Lamb's blog today because first and foremost, she's awesome. Check out this post about changing your mind and letting go. My favorite line:  "We learn to make good decisions by making bad ones and learning and then living to tell the tale." While she addresses writers in this column, her advice is true for everyone in any situation.  http://warriorwriters.wordpress.com/2014/05/16/writer-victory-change-your-mind/ 

The second reason I have no other content is because I have a new desk I need to put together, I got a revision request from an editor (keep your fingers and toes crossed for me) and....we got a new motorcycle! By we I mean my honey and by new I mean used but holy cow, is this thing comfortable. I'm like a princess, perched up high, riding along on my very fast throne. Fabulous pictures to come. The photo above is me tickling a dancing lizard's tummy. Yep, like the ladies in this awesome painting, I had a martini. Or two. Ha-ha! Having big fun on the motorcycle, wish you were all here with me.

Have a great week, everyone!

A big round of applause to Disney for coming up with these awesome heroines. Gone are the shy girls, waiting for a prince to complete them. Now, with movies like Brave, Tangled and Frozen, we have some strong women worthy of the title princess.

Elsa is born with power, but not allowed to use it because it could hurt someone. That whole aspect bothered me. She should have been taught to control it, maybe even use it to help her kingdom. Her younger sister, Anna, is not allowed to see her anymore. The two grow up locked away in a large castle, until without giving away spoilers, a tragedy occurs. I'll let you read the synopsis of this movie elsewhere, or better yet, watch it.

Let me just tell you my favorite part. Though Anna wants a handsome prince to sweep her off her feet, since she's based her life on paintings that hang on the castle walls, she manages to be flexible when things don't quite go the way she thought they would. She moves right in to plan B. Go Anna! That's how I like my heroines to behave.

There were many things a little off about this movie, but I did enjoy Anna, I liked the cute friend-than-romance aspect, and I also liked the scene when Elsa decided the hell with everyone, she was going to let that power out. And I'm soooo happy we've moved past the princess dependent on a prince to rescue her. The women now take matters into their own hands. Go girl power! 

Check it out on Netflix.  http://dvd.netflix.com/Movie/Frozen/70279000?strkid=672192175_0_0&strackid=667455322890808e_0_srl&trkid=222336

Oooo, great advice, Heidi Klum. Or, maybe I'll just stick with shoes that always feel nice. Nah, Probably not.

Sometimes a woman has to buy that pair of naughty, too-cute shoes, even though they're making her feet scream from the minute she puts them on. 

But that's not what I did to end up with the sad condition you see in the bottom picture. My nail hurt (after wearing tennis shoes, honest) and I decided to take care of it myself.

Note to self:  Don't dig around nail bed with non-sterilized tools. In fact, it's probably not a good idea to dig around the nail much anyway. My toe is on the mend, after professional help. I'm going to be kinder to my tootsies in the future because they have a lot of work to do for me!