Thursday, January 26, 2012

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Avril Ashton!

NG: I’m welcoming Avril Ashton on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Avril! Happy New Year!

AA: Thank you for hosting me, Nichelle, and Happy New Year!

NG: Did you make any New Year’s resolutions?

AA: Not really. I never keep them, but I did promise myself to write more and read less. Dunno how that’s going to work.

NG: That's a good resolution! What are you reading right now?

AA: Nothing. A crying shame cause if I had my way I’d be reading all day, every day. But it would leave no time to write so I’ve taken to bribing myself: finish this or that WIP and then you can read.

NG: LOL I like your self-imposed blackmail tactics. Care to share some of your favorite authors?

AA: My faves are way too much to name, but I’ll try. I absolutely love Kresley Cole, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Francis Ray, Kimberly Kaye Terry. Any and all authors who write great stories with awesome characters.

NG: I love to read all those authors too! Winter is here! Do you enjoy the snow?

AA: I love snow. Hate the cold. I’m from the Caribbean and my blood hasn’t thickened yet. The perfect winter day is when I’m inside watching the snow through the window. LOL

NG: Which would you rather drink to warm chocolate or hot toddy?

AA: Hot toddy. I like my spirits…heh

NG: :) Okay, let's talk about your writing. What genre(s) do you write and why?

AA: Under the Erotic Romance genre I write interracial, paranormal and M/M.

NG: What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

AA: The sex! LOL Nah, I like the openness of it all. I like that I can experience all aspects of a couple falling in love, including that trip to the bedroom where it all hangs out. All the dirty and nasty stuff.

NG: Mmm hmmm! Is there any particular word or thing in erotic romance novels that you dislike as a reader?

AA: If your book is labeled an erotic romance, I expect the erotic. Nothing irks me more than the bedroom door slamming in my face, or a tension-filled buildup that doesn’t follow through. If you’re writing erotic, bring it already. I dislike head-hopping every two sentences and I don’t like first person stuff, or anything that keeps me inside the head of only one of the MCs. Also, no euphemisms for body parts, hmm? Let’s call them what they are.

NG: Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

AA: Laid back pantser. I can’t plot to save my life. My characters take over and do as they please and I just enjoy the ride ;-)

NG: Has your writing process changed since your first book was published?

AA: I think so. I’m much more aware of the editing side of things than I was with my first book. That manuscript was a mess, but I’ve learned what works and what doesn’t and I write much cleaner and tighter now.

NG: What are you working on for 2012?

AA: I’m working on the final book in my Wicked series with eXtasy book, Wicked Is His Touch. No release date yet. Plus there are at least two more books in the PSC series for Total E-Bound and the eagerly awaited story of Jayce and Wes from Make Me Sweat. In between all those are the many stories clamoring for release in my crowded mind.
NG: I know the feeling! Let's talk about your latest release Till Abandon, book one in the paranormal security council series. What's this sizzling story about?

AA: Till Abandon is my first attempt at the shifter/paranormal sub-genre. As with each of my books, I try to push beyond my boundaries with Till Abandon and it’s the story of a female assassin finally giving in to the wolf she’s been running from. Her mate.

NG: What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

AA: I had a sort of vision of this woman with white-blonde hair slitting a man’s throat. She popped out of nowhere and I had to know more. Why did she kill him? Who is she and what brought her to that particular act?

NG: What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

AA: Readers can count on my characters to be in the most impossible situations. They can also count on me to bring the heat and keep it dirty, sex-wise. There’s always a heroine guaranteed to kick bootay and a hella-sexy hero all set to make you drool.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Till Abandon.

AA: 1. Voltaire, my heroine, is all swagged out. I say she’s gangsta with hers. 2. There’s some bedroom actions in there that none of my other books have—yet and 3. There are shifters all up and through that there novella and we do love us some shifters ;-)

NG: Yes we do! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories, Avril, best wishes for all your endeavors in 2012!

AA: Thank you and right back at ya!

Blurb: All the power and killer instinct she possesses can’t protect her from the claiming of one determined wolf.

They call her ‘The woman in white,’ whisper ‘Death-Bringer’ with their last breath, but no one knows exactly what she is. Not even Voltaire herself. The deadly magic within her is a living thing, able to crush anyone and everything with a blink. Abandoning the blood-soaked world she’s used to, Voltaire seeks out the one constant in her tired life—the green-eyed wolf in her dreams. She’s ignored the wolf’s call for years, afraid to surrender, but danger haunts her mate. He needs her.

Wolf-shifter Blake Montez is in the middle of a war, battling the usurpers intent on taking over his territory. Unfamiliar magic hums in the air, unnoticed—it seems—by everyone but him. He finds the source already under his nose, in his home. The delicate woman in white knows things no one should know, and the heat simmering between them is unlike anything he’s ever felt. His wolf recognizes her as his mate, though Blake remains unsure he can trust her.

Voltaire sets out to prove herself with time running out, enemies are on the prowl, some foreseen, others remain cloaked in shadow. She and Blake team up, fighting side by side, but in the end Voltaire might be the biggest threat to their love.

Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:

In his apartment over Montez’ bar, Blake Montez lay on his bed, chewing on a toothpick, eyes closed. A psychic disturbance hovered in the air, charged with magic he’d never experienced before. It’d been two days since he’d first felt the soft ripples on his skin, and now it grew stronger, more insistent.

The other half of him, his wolf, clawed to get out, but Blake ignored the need for the moment. While strange and very powerful, the magic didn’t appear malevolent. These powers didn’t come from the cats trying to stake a claim to his territory. Czion, the jaguar leader, didn’t have access to the kind of power Blake felt in the air. Still, he should warn his pack to be wary, to be on the lookout for any strange goings-on. As Alpha, it was his duty to protect them and if this thing posed a threat, they needed to be prepared.

He rose off the bed, pulling on a pair of sweat pants and the black T-shirt he’d discarded earlier. A few of his guys remained downstairs, playing pool and hanging out. He’d tell them his suspicions and ask them to spread the word. Then he’d go for a run. His wolf itched to come out and play tonight.

Halfway down the stairs, he stopped. The unfamiliar magic seemed concentrated in the room below, the bar. He took his time descending the stairs, using his wolf senses to scent out the source. He found it—or rather her—at the bar.

“Marcus, get everyone out now.” Speaking to his beta and best friend, Blake kept his eyes on the woman. She sat with her back to him, dressed to match the snow white of her hair.

“What’s going on, Blake?” Bent over a pool table in the corner, cue in hand, Marcus didn’t sound the least bit disturbed.

“Don’t you feel the ripples in the air?” Blake struggled to quiet the growls rumbling in his throat. The wolf grew ever more restless. His skin tightened and sweat beaded on his forehead as he fought with his wolf for control.

“What ripples? What are you talking about?” Marcus straightened with the pool cue on his shoulder.

God damn, am I the only one feeling the interference?

“Get everybody out. Now.”

Blake approached the bar as Marcus ushered the few confused patrons outside. His friend tossed him a quizzical look and stopped next to the woman.

“She stays.”

“What the hell is going on, B?”

“Just get outside.”

Marcus exited the bar with a shake of his head, closing the door behind him. Blake took a deep breath and strode across to the woman in white.

“You didn’t have to make them leave on my account.” She swung around on the stool to face him.

Blake’s breath seized; his wolf roared. His cock, neglected for longer than necessary, stirred. Her smooth skin glowed the palest ivory, making her appear fragile and untouchable. Bone straight, white hair fell to her waist, getting lost in the white of her tight blouse, distressed jeans and floor length coat. The killer heels on her feet were an obscene red, matching her lips.

I can hear your wolf, she whispered in his head. Why do you suppose he’s fighting so hard to get out?

Blake flinched and stared into her mismatched eyes, feeling like he was floating. He tried getting into her thoughts but came up against a black wall.

That’s right. I can read your mind, but alas, she sighed dramatically, you can’t fuck with mine.

He closed the gap between them on unsteady legs, hands at his sides, heart hammering in his chest. His sweaty skin tightened painfully as the wolf clawed under his skin.

“Who are you?”

“Who do you want me to be, Blake?” Sex dripped from her low voice. Husky and silky-smooth. She posed a threat to him, to his wolf, to—

Now, now. A threat? Li’l ole me? She winked her right eye, the gold one. The left eye sparked a vibrant, violet hue.

“What are you?” Standing next to her with his teeth clenched, Blake couldn’t decide whether to grab her and spread her legs across the bar, or shoot her between those weird, gorgeous eyes.

“Um.” She licked her lips. “I vote for the first option.” He narrowed his eyes and she shrugged. “Just saying.”

“Strange magic surrounds you,” he rasped. “And you bring it here, to my pack.”

“Well, if you want to get technical, the strange magic doesn’t surround me so much as it lives in me.”

Blake reached a hand out, but snatched it back at the last second. “Get out now before I kill you.” He couldn’t have her here, distracting him with her strange pull and her particular brand of magic.

She laughed. Invisible arms wrapped around his waist and jerked him forward. To her.

“There are many reasons you can’t kill me, but let’s start with the one you refuse to acknowledge.” Rising off the stool, she leaned over and dragged her tongue down his neck.

His wolf erupted, awakened further by her touch. His cock, aroused before, hardened to painful proportions. Blake growled and grabbed her by the neck. She stared at him with her lips curved, those eyes twinkling.

The name’s Voltaire, but what do you call me, Blake?

He tightened his fingers around her neck. Her strange-ass pupils dilated. The wolf scented her arousal and went crazy, ready to mark. To claim.

Say it, Blake.

His eyesight dimmed as the wolf grew stronger, his other half already accepting what he fought to deny. Blake jerked her to him, speaking the word before his mouth descended on hers.


Till Abandon is available now with Total E-Bound Publishing, Amazon and ARe!

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  1. Thank you for having me, Nichelle. Great fun!

  2. Another Wicked book? Make it come out now. Please. Also, I can't wait to read Til Abandon - I love a kickass heroine.

  3. I love Avril's books! This new cover is so riveting, The woman character is sassy as hell. LOVE IT!

  4. LOL Hey Avery and Wicked Leanore, thanks for stopping by. Appreciate the luv ;-)

  5. Great to learn more about you Avril! Now I know more than when you run out of your favorite cereal, LOL Be glad you don't live here - it's freakin' cold in the winter!

  6. It looks like a great book and I love your attitude! ;)

  7. LOL KJK yep, there's more to me than my cereal addiction. Thank you Saranna :-)


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