Interview and Giveaway With Author Amelia James

 Who are you, and why should readers read the rest of this interview?

Amelia James, trashy romance author. Read this for fun. If nothing else, I’m good for a laugh. If you won’t laugh at me, who will? Er…with me.

Tell us a little about the work you are here promoting.

I have two contemporary romance novels: Tell Me You Want Me and Secret Storm. I also published an erotic short story collection: The Devil Made Me Do It and a paranormal romance short story: One Wild Night.

Tell Me You Want Me is a contemporary erotic romance. It’s flirty and fun, sexy and steamy.  It’s the story of two people who have a lot to learn when it comes to love and relationships. Austin Sinclair is a charming bad boy who has so many women he can’t remember their names. Jane Elliot is a career-oriented woman who desperately needs some fun in her life.

Secret Storm isn’t a sequel, but it takes place after Tell Me and it involves the same characters.  It’s darker than Tell Me, and it has more emotional depth and passion. Jack Wheeler is a man with a dark past, but he won’t let anyone close enough to help him deal with it. Sara Jensen is a caring, giving woman who jumps at the chance to help others, but she runs away from her own problems.

As a writer, do you have plans for world domination, or do you have a day job as well?

No day job, but no world domination plot. I just want to give readers a good time.

Self-published, traditional, indie or part of an indie collective? If not yet published, what are you doing to make it happen?

I am self-published scum!

Hey! When did the meaning of scum change to asset to the indie community? I must have missed that TPS report..


How do you handle bad reviews? If you haven't had one...would you be willing to take part in a social experiment and grant me permission to trash your writing just to see if you cry?

Vodka. ;) So far, my worst review was 3 stars. I haven’t read it. I know 3 stars isn’t awful, but it isn’t great. Go ahead and trash me. I like it. ;)

I would but then you might revoke my stalking privelages.. Are you nervous yet and do you prefer white or wheat bread?

No way. Your questions are cracking me up. Wheat.

Do you blog? If so, don't you wish you were as cool a blogger as I?

Yes. I am cooler than you. Hahaha. Kidding.

After reading that Erotic In A Cage Battle...I don't doubt that. What is your favorite creature, monster, or fantasy based thing you write about?

Badass heroes are my favorite fantasy creature. Yummy. I’ve written a couple vampire stories too. One is on my blog. Not sure if I’ll let the other one see the light of day (get it?).

 Are you planning to give something away (if not, good luck getting anyone to read this thing) and if so, what are your demands for winning (I assume, your book because why else would you stop by?)

Why, yes I am. Leave a comment for a chance to win a free trashy ebook.

Any advice for aspiring writers?

Never stop learning. And “It’s never too late to be what you might have been.” ~George Eliot

Tick off a few indie authors you look up to.

S.M. Reine: she knows how to sell books. I need to pick her brain.

Al Boudreau: so supportive. He’s a big help to me.

Nova Sparks: energetic and creative.

Natasha Larry: I love her humor.

Eden Baylee: pure class.

Thank you for having a sense of humor? Are you, or are you not a douche bag? Heh, you don't have to answer that. That's just for my enjoyment.

You just never know. ;)

 Sell your book, right now, to your host without once mentioning your book, blog or twitter handle.

My trashy books are as addictive as porn (not that there’s anything wrong with that), and the sex scenes are hot enough to melt hard cheese (without being cheesy). So there.

 Alright, where can readers find you on the web?

Blog: http://trashystreasures.wordpress.com/

Twitter: http://twitter.com/TrashyWriter

Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorAmeliaJames

Now...The Giveaway 
Paranormal Wire is giving away one copy of The Devil Made Me Do It today. I read this one and trust me...its steamy and the perfect read for erotic romance fans.


To Win
1. Leave a comment WITH YOUR E-MAIL PLEASE. Use the following word in a seductive sentence: GENUFLECT. 

2. Not required, but following my blog is always nice.
3. REQUIRED: Subscribe to Trashy Treasures I will check. 

This giveaway will end on August 5th. 

Paranormal Wire Giveaway with Keta Diablo

Please welcome paranormal/erotic romance author Keta Diablo:  to Paranormal Wire. 

She is here promoting: Sojourn With A Stranger (paranormal/erotic romance) and Kissed From Beyond anthology (paranormal/erotic romance).

 The Rules

You Must follow Keta’s Keep (http://ketaskeep.blogspot.com) and leave a comment here to be eligible to win. Tell us what book you’d like to win.

Sojourn With A Stranger

Paranormal/Historical/Ghosts

About Sojourn With A Stranger

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Penniless when she arrives in Norfolk, her mother and father drowned at sea, Raine Brinsley longs to return home to her grandfather in Maine. When Derek Stafford, owner of a large plantation, offers a solution to her dilemma, she’s stunned, if not outraged. She’d prefer to fulfill the contract to have his child and forget about him and his self-serving scheme. If only she could dispel the passion he’s awakened in her.

Derek Stafford’s only wish is to father an heir to Stafford House, thus securing his future. He didn’t count on the Scottish lass with green eyes interfering with his well-laid plan. After one night in her arms, guilt, not to mention the loss of his soul, becomes his penance. He’ll do anything to win her back, anything to quench the hunger tormenting his soul.

 SET-UP AND EXCERPT:

Derek needs a male heir. Raine needs enough money to go back to Maine to her ailing grandfather. Derek offers her a solution to both their problems.

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Derek dropped into an overstuffed divan opposite Raine. He pulled the leather pouch and brown envelope from his vest pocket, and placed them on the oak table separating them. Alternately, she looked between the pouch and his face.

"I'm not certain how to begin." He wrung his clammy hands. Damn, this is more difficult than I imaged. "We had a discussion several evenings past in the garden?”

"I remember.”

"I explained my father’s desire to obtain a male heir and my inability to produce one thus far?”

Dark green eyes searched his. "Yes, clearly.”

"You're a beautiful woman with a significant amount of intellect and a variety of coveted traits and talents."

"Thank you, but you hardly know me."

"That's true." The words managed to slip out his dry throat. “However, what I've witnessed since your arrival exceeds my highest expectations."

"Expectations?"

"You're in a difficult situation.” He forced a smile. "I'm prepared to offer you a way out."

"A way out of what, Derek? I’m not understanding―"

"Hear me out, please." Rising from the chair, he paced before her. "I realize the arrangement will seem outrageous at first, even obtuse, but I've thought a great deal about it since our meeting in the garden. I took the liberty of consulting an expert."

"An expert? Whatever for?”

"Childbirth."

A nervous giggle left her lips. "I'm not following you. Perhaps you should come right out and tell me what arrangement you're alluding to."

The seconds ticked by on the mantle clock, sounding like a thousand crickets had breached the room. "Yes, I'm trying to get to the point of all this." He stopped pacing and held onto the back of his chair. "Here's the way of it. You need to earn enough money to return to your grandfather in Maine. I, on the other hand, need a son.”

Her brow furrowed.

“I'm offering you freedom in the long run. In exchange, I want to have a child with you, preferably, a male.” The words rushed forth. “However, if you’re delivered of a female, I’ll love and accept her just the same.”

An audible gasp fell from her lips. "Oh, but I can’t possibly accept a proposal of marriage from a virtual stranger. It would be most unfair to both―”

Good, God, she thinks I’m offering marriage? Marriage? “No, that is, you misunderstood my proposal. I’m not suggesting we marry.”

Her eyes widened.

Walking to the table with a tentative gait, he picked up the envelope. “More money than you could earn in a lifetime is in here. I'm offering half now and the other half when the contract has been met."

She looked at the envelope and then at him, her tone icy. “How much is in the envelope?"

"Five thousand dollars."

Another gasp.

"Five thousand now and five thousand the day the child is born." Tossing the envelope on the table for effect, he continued. "It's yours right now should you accept my offer." A rapid pulse took flight in a tiny blue vein in her neck.

"If you're not offering marriage, in what capacity will I live in the manor?"

"You'll be free to go home after the child is born. Until then, you'll have complete freedom to do whatever you choose."

Her eyes narrowed, and sparked.

"You said you wished to return to your grandfather one day. That day can be sooner than you think if you sign the contract my barrister drafted." He nodded toward the envelope. "It's also in there."

Her face paled. "Horace Masterson, the kindly gentleman who promised me safety until I returned to Maine?"

"Yes, the money guarantees your security, and your safety.” Walking around the chair, he settled into it and leaned forward. “At the very least, read the contract. I'm sure you'll agree the terms protect you.” Her lower lip quivered, and he wondered if she might cry. Christ, what would he do if she launched into a crying jag? He couldn't bear up under her tears.

"You seem quite well prepared.” Her gaze took him apart inch by inch. "I commend your valiant efforts to keep your father's threats at bay."

"I can’t find fault with your reaction at the onset, but surely you see the practicality on both sides?” After drawing in a lungful of air, he added, “You’ll be free to go about your life when it’s over in a manner envied by most women. I’ll acquire an heir to Stafford House, and my father will end his relentless pursuit.”

“Oh, please enlighten me." She pinned him with a lethal glare. "Should I decide to engage in your well-contrived scheme, how do you propose we bring the end result to fruition?"

"It's quite simple,” he said, aware the temperature in the room leaped to an unbearable degree. "You spend three nights in my bedchamber, the specific nights will be chosen by Madelina. She’s prepared―”

“Who is she?”

“A healer, a woman who dabbles in tonics, remedies. She’s already prepared several concoctions.” He dug for the instructions in the pocket of his vest. “You must follow her recommendations when it comes to diet and tinctures for several weeks. She’s highly skilled, claims certain remedies will enhance the possibility of producing a male child. I'll expect you to follow her recommendations if you accept my offer.”

She shook her head. "I must applaud your tenacity and the immense preparation you expended in carrying out your duplicitous plot."

“There is nothing duplicitous about this. I’ve told you everything.” She looked away from him, but not before he saw the sadness return to her eyes again, and something he didn’t recognize. Indecision? Hatred? An interminable amount of time passed before he dared speak again. “Think of it as a business arrangement."

She turned to him with a look that said she would love to sever him at the knees with a saber. "I’d like your decision in two days. You’ll find me in my study two nights from now. If you decline, you can remain at Stafford House until you’ve earned enough money to return to Maine. Do you have any questions?"
"Yes," she said with calm composure. "Why me? There must be countless women who’d agree to bear your child.”

"I thought I made that clear. You possess undeniable beauty, have obviously been well educated, and you have the physical attributes, height and stature, I hope are passed on to our child.” He shrugged. "It's that simple."

Flushed with anger, the green eyes darkened. "Will that be all?"

"Yes," he replied, finding it difficult to look at her. "Unless you have additional questions."

"I do not." She rose from the chair, her tone cold. "I believe I understand perfectly well.” Offering a false curtsy, she added, "If you'll excuse me, sir."
He nodded.

The moment her footsteps faded from the room, Derek unfurled himself from the chair and headed for the liquor cabinet, his only thought to down a double dram.

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Kissed From Beyond Anthology

Paranormal/Erotic Romance

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This "must read" anthology will take you to the mystical beyond and back with four erotica novellas from bestselling and award-winning authors:

-Keta Diablo
-Amber Scott
-Elise Hepner
-Stacey Kennedy

Can you handle the magic?

"Cradle of Dreams" by Keta Diablo

With visions of battle still fresh in his mind, Roane Bradfield returns home to find the woman he loves betrothed to another. He corners Kendrick Moreland at Dowager Huggins’ Grand Ball and whisks her into the secluded library. One way or the other, he will know the reason the duplicitous beauty cut him from her life when she promised to wait forever.

Kendrick can’t believe her eyes when Roane suddenly appears at the ball. Has he truly risen from the dead? Amid wagging tongues and hushed murmurs, the fantasy of her every dream whisks her from the ballroom. And the expression on his face is anything but loving. Revenge, danger and powerful love collide in the Cradle of Dreams.

"A Love Soul Deep" by Amber Scott

If only Sara had known no man would ever make her feel like Crew did, she would have let him love her. A regret that can never be undone. His death haunts her dreams and her wishful thinking only reminds her of everything she has lost.