Kissing Bandits Interview: Krista Ames


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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Krista Ames

1. Tell us about your first kiss (RL or in the story)?  
cowboyOh boy I remember my first kiss like it was yesterday. When I was a freshman in High School, i was dating a Junior from another school in another town.  We saw each other on the weekends when our families went square dancing.  That’s actually where we met. Once we started dating, we didn’t do much dancing though.  We spent all our time outside walking around holding hands.  One night it was super cold and we were walking and i was a little ahead of him when he stopped and pulled me around to face him and planted that first kiss. He didn’t even give me time to think. So glad, it was pretty amazing🙂  We married other people but are still good friends to this day.
2. Share a fun fact or story about yourself.
I don’t know that i’m really that fascinating of a person.  I do like to square dance though.  I suppose that’s a rare thing🙂
3. Blurb
 Dr. Miranda Chase didn’t want to be back home but she’d do just about anything for her dad including temporarily taking over his veterinarian practice. However, once she met Garrett, she wanted to drop everything and run.  Cocky cowboys just weren’t her thing.

Garrett Jackson cares more about his horse than himself or anyone else and when a tiny bit of a thing calling herself a vet blows into his life like a tornado, he’s literally knocked for a loop. He doesn’t have time for women.

But, when Garrett’s horse turns up missing, Miranda isn’t going anywhere. Forced to work together, they’ll learn a little bit about each other or die trying.

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No matter, apparently her family dynamic, or lack thereof, meant nothing to this sour man. She would bow out gracefully. He had enough on his hands at the moment.

“Ahem.” She cleared her throat in the hopes of stopping his grumbling. “I was sent by Doc Chase, not that you would care, but I’m just going to leave. I think you have bigger problems here than my…how did you put it?…cute little ass and doctor bag?” She shifted to her left, ready to head out of the barn. “When you find your horse, call Doc’s office, and they’ll find someone else to come out.”

He stared. She turned to walk away.

“Wait.”He ran after her, grabbing an upper arm. “What do you mean when I find my 

“Exactly what I said, Mr. Jackson. Your horse was not in the stall. I’m Miranda Chase, Doc’s daughter, and while I’d love to go back to wherever the hell it is I came from, which by the way is Montana, where I have my own practice, I can’t. And, right now I have more important things to do than stand here while you call me names. Good day, sir.” She curtsied, like a smartass, turned, and stepped away again.

Normally Miranda didn’t let men direct her or tell her what to do, yet when this man yelled, it stopped her in her tracks. When he’d grabbed her arm, she pretended not to have any reaction, but his hands had such a gentle roughness, she suddenly wanted them all over her body.

Now, hearing his stern voice “sexy, deep, and extremely Southern” she felt a quiver run straight to her core. Damn, she did not need another man distracting her. They all turned out to be no good. Maybe that’s why her daddy never acknowledged her as family? Maybe she was too much trouble for him, and he”d wished all along she had been a boy!

She turned toward the sexy voice of the tall, dark and dreamy cowboy, and for a second time, he walked right up into her personal space.

“I’m confused. We can talk about you and Doc and why you’re here later. Why isn’t my horse in his stall?”

“How the hell should I know?” Miranda shrugged. Did this guy have shit for brains? Total outer package, and yeah…she glanced lower…that part of the package appeared outstanding too, but nothing going on upstairs so far as she could tell.

“You were in my barn, what did you do to him? You’re coming with me.” Without giving her a chance to answer, he latched onto her upper arm, dragging her back to the barn. 

“Let me go, you lunatic. I didn’t do anything with your horse. I came to do his physical, just like I was scheduled, and since your horse isn’t here, I’m moving on to my next appointment.” Her struggle was pointless; he was too strong to pull away from. She glared at him, but apparently intimidation wasn’t her thing, he continued without being affected.

“Oh no, not until we get to the bottom of this.”

“You’re a damned arrogant ass. Why is this my problem?”

“How do I know you didn’t do something with him?”

“Oh my God! And what, may I ask, would I do with a 2000-pound animal, hide him in my cute little doctor bag?”

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The Evolution of BDSM Grammar


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It’s no secret that I love grammar. In my day job, I get regular phone calls and emails asking me to have the last word on a myriad grammar issues.

My first BDSM novel came out almost seven years ago. In that time, I’ve seen an evolution in the accepted grammar of the lingo. At first, editors applied general rules to the language. You saw things like:

  • safe word
  • d/s
  • dom
  • pain slut

Over the years, I’ve had arguments with editors (who had the last word because I wasn’t indie publishing) about each of those things. Those in the lifestyle use capitalization differently and they create new compound nouns. Now that I’m independently publishing, I’m using them the right way—the way those who live that way use them. You have no idea how painful it’s been to have to compromise my principles. So in my independent works, you’ll see safeword, D/s, Dom, and painslut used. This, of course, is one of the many perks of self-publishing.

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Dragon Kisses #3 (Laurel, Niall, Jonathan)

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In the months following Jonathan’s transformation, Laurel struggles to come to terms with her feelings for him and the horrific memories of time spent as a dragon’s slave. Jonathan struggles to be patient, but Laurel’s fear is breaking his heart. Niall and Cassie open a popular bakery and revel in the bliss of love and their new lives. Arabella pines for Tobin’s aspects to be reunited, and Nora discovers the secret of creating Zmaj offspring.

Meanwhile all Zmaj braces for the Inamanida attack that Tobin warned them about. When it finally comes, the Zmaj find themselves vastly outnumbered by enemy forces. In the violence that follows, everything changes.


Word Count: 32,450

Excerpt #1:

Giving her a half smile, I tried to move our conversation forward. “Can I get one of those baguettes?” I pulled a skirt from my bag. Evelyn and I were in business together, sort of. She made beautiful and functional clothing, and I modeled it so that people would want it for themselves. When I was little, my dreams hadn’t included becoming a fashion model, but that’s what I was. Without electricity or anything approaching technology, my Computer Engineering degree wasn’t going to do crap for me.

DragonK3500Cassie eyed the long skirt. I’d tie-dyed it red myself from crushed beetle shells. Those things were truly everywhere, even in a parallel dimension. They probably wandered through wormholes regularly.

“If you ask nicely.”

My head jerked around to the source of the voice before my brain processed the speaker. Turning, I found myself face-to-face with Cosmo. His jet black hair fell to his shoulders, curling slightly on the ends, and his black eyes regarded me intently. He had a strong jaw and sharp nose that worked to make him more imposing, yet it didn’t detract from his attractiveness.

He didn’t smile as he stood with his arms crossed and his weight leaning mostly on his left side. Our eyes met, and I quickly looked away. Yeah, I was a chicken. I wasn’t going to give sparks a chance to jump between us because I knew I couldn’t handle what he offered. I sidled a glance at Niall, but I turned my attention to Cassie and gave her the skirt. “Next time.”

She opened her mouth to say something, but Niall snaked his hand around her upper arm and jerked her to his side, hissing something for her ears only.

While Cosmo stared at me, Finley came into the store. He grinned when he saw me. “Laurel, you’ve been avoiding me.”

It was true. Though I was friends and business partners with his mother—Evelyn considered them all her son—I made sure my visits to her didn’t overlap with Jonathan’s. To my knowledge, Jonathan had been avoiding me as well. I’m sure if he wanted to see me, Evelyn would have made it happen by now. She wasn’t our matriarch for no reason.

I managed a small smile. “How’ve you been?”

His smile slipped a little. “I miss you. I thought we were going to be friends.”

I really didn’t know Cosmo or Finley, but they wouldn’t see it that way. “I told Jonathan we could continue to be friends, but he hasn’t been around.”

“It’s particularly hard for him to see you. If you reject Cosmo or me, you’re rejecting aspects of him, not the whole of me. Him. Us.”

Laughing at his pronoun slipup wasn’t something I could bring myself to do. Even he couldn’t decide if they were separate people or not.

He touched my hair lightly, bringing my attention back to him. “There’s still hope. That’s my point.”

There was no hope. “I don’t even know you.”





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Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at or @MZurloAuthor.

Release Day for Roping the Cowboy!!!!


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I have written a cowboy story. In true Michele Zurlo fashion, there’s drama, adventure, humor, and deep emotionality. This is a sweet one, a truly heartwarming tale. After you read it, I really want to know about your favorite part.

Of course, I’m not doing this anthology alone. I’m with eight other talented authors, like Tina Donahue, Nicole Morgan, Rose Anderson, and others. We all went with the cowboy theme, though we chose many different genres.


Gavin, a bear shifter who left his clan to follow his dream to be a rancher, has nursed a crush on Mallory for years. With the death of her aunt—his boss—the ranch came to them both, and that’s when trouble started. She wants to sell, and he doesn’t.

Tasked with scattering the ashes of her beloved aunt at the source of the Big Bear River high in the mountains, Mallory must swallow her pride and ask Gavin, a laconic, sexy ranch hand, to guide her through the unfamiliar terrain.



Mallory spotted Gavin at the other end of the bar. Sitting on a stool and taking a swig from his beer mug, he seemed to be alone. Mallory took a seat on the opposite side and asked the bartender to send another beer to Gavin. The more alcohol in him, the more likely he would be to agree to be her guide so that she could fulfill Aunt Abbey’s final wish.

She watched Gavin exchange a few words with the barkeep, and then he looked down at her end of the bar, pushed his Stetson back, and raised his glass. The woman sitting next to Mallory, an attractive blonde, smiled back and blew a kiss.

Mallory wasn’t sure whether that was a good sign. She’d hoped to foster goodwill with her gesture and to also get him a little plastered.  As much as she didn’t want that goodwill to go to the woman sitting next to her, Mallory couldn’t help but think she’d dodged a bullet.

Then the barkeep pointed again. Gavin spit the beer he’d just swigged into his mug and pushed it away. He got up and turned away, and she knew he planned to leave, so she hurried to the other end of the bar and put her hand on his arm. “Gavin—”


“But you—”


“At least hear me out.”

“I heard you out. There’s nothing more I want to hear from you.”


“No.” He turned to face her, and she felt the undiminished force of his hatred. “Get the hell away from me.”

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rb4u-cowboy-3dmediumAuthor Bio:

Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at or @MZurloAuthor.

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Kissing Bandits Interview: Tina Donahue from Roping the Cowboy


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First Kisses Set the Stage for What’s to Come…

cowboyEven though I write erotic romance with lots of heat (and heart), I’ve always found first kisses challenging to write.

Ideally, the moment will be sexy but also emotionally intimate. Not an easy task to accomplish, especially when the characters have just met or haven’t been friends for years.

In some books, I’ve gotten around the dilemma by having the characters tease each other before the Big Moment. Humor always makes things easier, at least for me. In other instances, the kiss will seemingly come out of the blue. However, there are soulful glances preceding it.

The idea is to wow and to make the moment appear realistic. That’s what makes writing fun.

In Pleasuring Pandora, Pandora has wanted Jack for years. He’s never noticed her, until now. His world shifts and so does hers. Their first kiss takes place in a Texas honkytonk. Here’s the excerpt:


 Simone and Lupe pulled her into the building.

The heat punished worse than outside, this warmth generated by countless bodies and raging hormones. Couples danced, cuddled, kissed, and groped to the thunderous beat. Unattached guys hung out at the bar, played pool or darts, and eyed the single ladies. An acrid cloud hung heavy enough to kill a five-pack-a-day smoker.

Lupe elbowed Pandora. “Smile.”

“Can’t.” Simone pointed to her mouth. “Stupid braces.”

“Not you. Her.” She jabbed Pandora. “Go on.”

She couldn’t get her lips to work. Jack strolled through the smoky haze with more macho than Moses had through the Red Sea and stopped directly in front of her, seemingly conjured up for her pleasure. Black jeans hugged his long legs, dress boots his big feet. His black shirt fit snug, the sleeves folded back to expose his forearms. A huge silver buckle displaying the letter R graced his belt. He’d left enough stubble for a dangerous edge and looked good enough to eat.

The room spun.

“Jack Ryder.” He put out his hand. “We’ve met, right?”

“Sure.” Simone giggled. “Pandora gave you a ticket this afternoon. Remember?”

The heat in his eyes said he didn’t…or maybe he did. Pandora couldn’t be certain.

“That’s right.” He smiled slow and lazy. “Officer Perez. We meet again. Great tat.” He stroked it.

Tingles shot up her arm. Her throat constricted, making speech impossible. She slipped her hand into his.

He shook firmly, proving his strength, but kept it gentle, too, though not enough to let her get away. With skill honed from a thousand conquests, he eased her closer and fondled her fingers.

Not about to play dead, she stroked his thumb.

He reeled her in, their knees bumping, thighs touching. Noise receded, along with the crowd. Only he remained, his eyes sparkling in the faint light.

He cupped her face.

Not even death would have kept her from enjoying his touch. This felt too good and right. What should have happened years ago.

She melted into him, eager to start their journey no matter the final destination. Only fun mattered, experiencing what beautiful people did so effortlessly.

He stroked her cheek, his gesture surprisingly tender. “We good so far?”

Whiskey scented his breath, musk his bod, making her bold. “Definitely, but I want more.”

Mischief and lust danced in his eyes. “What did you have in mind?”

“Why don’t you show me?”

Intense and all male, he lowered his mouth to hers and slipped his tongue inside.


 This luscious cowboy’s been on her radar for years, but he’s never noticed her. A speeding ticket changes everything, leading to a sultry weekend and no-holds-barred romance—Texas style.

Line from my novel: She bit her lip then pressed his license to her nose, hoping to catch his scent.  Why I like this line: In Pleasuring Pandora, Pandora’s a cop in Triumph, a small Texas town. She’s had her eye on Jack, a sexy cowboy, for years. The only way she figures he’ll ever know she’s alive is if she tickets him for speeding, not wearing his seatbelt, and speaking on his cellphone while he’s driving. (He does that a lot). Once she has his driver’s license in hand and is back in her squad car, she presses the license to her nose to capture his scent. Poor gal has it bad. If you’ve guessed this is a romantic comedy, you’d be right. J

Fun fact about myself: I wrote and illustrated my first book when I was 9 years old. Called it Dimples the Adventurous Flea. Made copies and sold the book to the neighbors. My first book tour.

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Kissing Bandits Interview: Detective Madison Knight Series by Carolyn Arnold


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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Carolyn Arnold, author of the Detective Madison Knight Series!

KB: Have you ever been on a manhunt or at the scene where a dead body was found?

mediakit_bookcover_lifesentenceI took part in my local police department’s Citizen’s Academy. As part of this, I received an inside look at seventeen divisions over a ten-week period. As an added benefit, each student was afforded a ride-along. And mine… Well, I went on the perfect one for a crime writer.

My ride-along actually started out with a manhunt. I experienced the excitement of wanting to find the guy and found myself scrutinizing every male I spotted in the area just to make sure he wasn’t the one we were after. Unfortunately, the search moved to the downtown area from the eastern end of the city where the hunt had begun, and the sergeant signed off the investigation. By the end of my ride-along, about five hours later, the man still hadn’t been found.

After the sergeant left the investigation, he turned to me as he was driving and asked if I had ever seen a dead body. I told him I had at memorials and funerals and then asked why. I soon found out that our next stop involved one.

I figured I’d catch a glimpse of the deceased under a tarp or being wheeled away, but I got far more than that. I received a front-row seat to a death investigation. For hours, the sergeant and I were mere feet away from the body. I witnessed firsthand how it changed color over time, but I also found that I went into detective-mode. The forensic identification unit—essentially CSIs—was called in and arrived with collection kits. The team members gloved up, snapped photographs, took fingerprints from the deceased, and more.

The entire time that I was on scene, I noticed myself going into a detached state—the result of adrenaline. Later that evening, it began to sink in that I had spent hours with a dead body, and I was nauseated. As more time passed, I became weepy as it sank in that the deceased had been a husband, a father, a lover, a friend…a person. That night I dreamed about the man. It wasn’t a nightmare, but I was an officer trying to figure out what had happened to him.

I couldn’t imagine returning to the field the next day and having a similar experience or witnessing something even worse, like a violent murder scene or that of a fatal car accident.

KB: What do members of law enforcement say about how you portray the mediakit_bookcover_foundinnocentpolice?

Many testimonials attest that I am pleasing readers in law enforcement. They love that my mysteries are accurate in that regard, and they view that alone as a sign of my respect for them.

One female deputy from Oklahoma wrote in to tell me that she feels like I based Madison Knight on her: “The way Carolyn wrote Madison describes me and the way I work and even my personal life to a T. I have never felt more connected to a character. Thank you for creating something so real.”

Expanding on this deputy’s feedback, other law enforcement officers have also commented on the fact that I show the human side of policing in my books just as accurately as I depict the procedure. A retired patrolman from Illinois said, “I found Eleven to be very [life-like] and exciting. It showed that officers—even the FBI—have personal issues or problems that can interfere with their thinking on the job. Also it was presented so [realistically] that I almost felt like I was an officer in the case…”

In regards to In the Line of Duty, an ERT training officer, stated, “Carolyn Arnold’s love for law enforcement and providing an accurate depiction of [the] job is clearly evident in her writing. She is eager to have police procedures spot on, both in tactics and investigations… You experience the emotions, distractions, frustrations, and successes of the characters in every chapter of In the Line of Duty. I found her heartfelt details to be spot on with a line-of-duty death. Being able to put such a tragic situation into words is difficult in itself, but she does it with compassion, knowledge, and respect for those in uniform who know what it is like to lose a brother or sister in blue.”

mediakit_bookcover_tiesthatbind_detectivemadisonknightKB: What did you do before you became a bestselling author?

For a living, I worked in accounts receivable for a few different companies collecting from businesses. Yet, despite working full time, in 2006 I was reunited with writing. I wrote every chance I got—before work, on lunch breaks, after work, on the weekends. I became so focused on writing and the publishing world that hardly a day went by without them being a part of my life, and since the summer of 2014, I’ve been a full-time author.

KB: How are your three mystery series different from one another?

I offer my readers everything from cozy to hard-boiled mysteries, and thrillers to action adventures. Let me tell you a little about them:

The Brandon Fisher FBI series follows a rookie FBI agent and a team of profilers with the Behavioral Analysis Unit as they hunt serial killers.

The Detective Madison Knight series has readers teaming up with a hard-boiled female detective and her partner as they search for justice for murder victims.

McKinley Mysteries will have readers sleuthing around with a murder-solving duo, Sean and Sara McKinley, as they do whatever it takes to unravel each mystery while romancing it up along the way.

KB: How do you know so much about what criminals think?

I can’t answer that without incriminating myself… Just kidding.

Everyone has what we call a “dark side.” In writing these books, I suppose you could say I tap into this side of my psyche. Whatever I can scheme up is possible, and I write that which scares and excites me.

In the Line of Duty

Slated for release September 29 2016.

Book 7 in the series.

MediaKit_BookCover_InTheLineOfDutyHe devoted his life to seeking justice. But would she get any for him?

It was an ordinary day for police officer Barry Weir. It was the end of shift, he was tired, and he just wanted to get home to his wife and kids. But someone had other plans for him, shooting him down and forcing him to make the ultimate sacrifice.

When news of Weir’s murder reaches the department, it leaves Detective Madison Knight and every cop in the Stiles PD itching for revenge. It cuts Madison’s boyfriend, colleague, and Weir’s childhood friend, Troy Matthews, deepest of all, driving him away from everyone he loves just when they need one another the most.

With evidence pointing to a gang-related drive-by, Madison and her team investigate the town’s seedy underbelly in search of justice for their fallen brother. But the deeper they dig, the more convoluted the case becomes. Now they need to figure out if this was a random shooting as part of a gang initiation, a straight-up hate crime, or a targeted kill. But with members of the Stiles PD under attack, they have to do it fast…before more officers pay with their lives.


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Kissing Bandits Character Interview: Bound by Juliet Braddock


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The Interview: Maxine Kirk and Benjamin Worthington

KB: Welcome to Kissing Bandits Blog! Tell us a little bit about yourself!

Maxine Kirk: Well, thank you, Michele and Kissing Bandits for hosting us today! I’m Maxine Kirk. I’m a theatrical publicist in New York, and living my dreams to the fullest…including my marriage to my very own teenage crush (and star on Broadway)—Drew McKenzie.

Benjamin Worthington: And I’m Ben Worthington, Maxine’s Gay Boyfriend. Not to be confused with her real boyfriend…now husband…Drew. But he was detained this afternoon. He’s an actor. He had rehearsal for his next show. But I love taking sloppy seconds. And he’s willing to share Max. So here I am!

KB: The first kiss sets the tone for a relationship. Tell us about your first kiss. (Excerpt okay!) Were you nervous? Excited? Shocked?

MK: My first kiss with Drew, or my first kiss with Ben?

BW: Oh, your first kiss with Drew was boring. So he kissed you on a balcony overlooking the twinkling light of Manhattan in the middle of a torrential downpour? It was so Streisand. (Ben clears his throat and begins to sing Barbra.) “Kiss me in the rain…”

MK: Hey, Drew left me breathless.

BW: My first kiss didn’t leave you breathless? That sloppy, drunken smash of my lips to your cheek on the way back from some college party? And I even said to you, “You are my best friend, Captain…”

MK: I’m pretty sure that you bruised my face.

BW: And you liked it, you sassy submissive, you…

KB: Maxine, how did you get the nickname “Captain”?

MK: Well, this one night back in college, Ben was drunk. Again.

BW: And so was the Captain.

MK: Two beers.

BW: You were drunk!

MK: Two beers, and we were bored. It was a Friday night. Spent the last of our cash on the beer. We really couldn’t find any good reality TV. But we kept flipping through the channels, and suddenly, we found a Star Trek Marathon. And all of a sudden, Ben just started rolling around all over the floor, giggling like a wild hyena.

BW: I wasn’t that drunk.

MK: Just admit it, Ben.

BW: Your Dad’s gonna read this.

MK: Not unless you show it to him!

BW: I love Papa Kirk!

MK: Everyone loves Papa Kirk! Now…pardon our behavior here today, Kissing Bandits. Let me continue. So there’s Ben, rolling all over the floor, pointing at me and shouting, “You’re Captain Kirk! You’re Captain Kirk!”

BW: You’d never even watched an episode of Star Trek before that!

MK: Still haven’t.

BW: Well, maybe you should—oh, Captain, my Captain!

KB: What has been your greatest challenge?

BW: On a serious note…being gay. My parents didn’t accept me for a number of years, and my mother is only coming around now. Maxine’s parents always welcomed me and just loved me the way I am. That was tough for me. Now, though, I work with LGBTQ youth at the first high school of its kind in Manhattan. I want to give back to them and let them know that they’re gonna be just fine—and that they are worthy of love just the way they are.

MK: Likewise, my greatest challenge was a sobering one. I lost my mom when I was in college. Living each day without her has been painful. She didn’t get to see me live out my dream of moving to New York. She never saw the success I’ve had in

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my career. And most of all, she’s missed every moment since I met and married Drew. But I have a strong network of people I love and who love me back. Each and every one of them has stepped in to fill her shoes in her absence. I’m one lucky girl.

KB: Brag time–what is your greatest point of pride?

MK: Staving off an orgasm for an entire afternoon while driving through France with Drew…while he tortured and teased me the entire trip!

BW: Uh, your dad’s gonna read this.

MK: Ooops!

KB: Name 3 of your favorite things.

MK: Polkadots. Paris. And Paddles.

BW: Lady Gaga. Real Housewives of New York. Lady Gaga. Can I add one more? Lady Gaga.

KB: Turn-ons?

MK: Hairbrushes.

BW: Edible cinnamon panties.

MK: Like the pair you ate at my wedding shower?

KB: Turn-offs?

MK: Tickling. It’s the only true way that Kind Sir can punish me, since I love pain so much.

BW: Do we have to discuss your sex life again?

MK: It’s by far more interesting than your Vanilla World.

BW: Hey, Jeffrey and I occasionally enjoy a night of role play.

MK: Do we have to talk about your sex life again?

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KB: Share a funny or interesting anecdote (excerpt okay!)

BW: Oooh!  Oooh! I have one!

MK: (Burying her face with her hands) Oh, no! Ben knows where all the bodies are buried!

BW: How about the first time that Drew slept over when we were still roomies?

MK: He’s going to hurt you for this, you do realize that, right?

BW: He’s all bark and no bite.

MK: (Clutching her stomach with a deep groan): Here we go…

BW: Captain here thought she was so slick, sneaking her actor friend into her bedroom in the middle of the night. She never even really dated—imagine how surprised I was to find this studly…

MK: Benjamin

BW: Muscled…

MK: Come on!

BW: Oh, he has a six-pack, and you’ve written your name all over it.

MK: Stop, please?

BW: Lo and behold…it was very early that Saturday morning, and as I rubbed the sleep from my eyes, I stumbled into the kitchen to find Adonis in his boxer briefs, burning toast for his newly beloved for breakfast!

MK: (Blushing crimson) Oh, this chagrin is going to swallow me whole…

BW: At least he felt bad and we got a new toaster out of it—and a fire extinguisher!

MK: Oh, I hope Drew spanks me for all of this…

BW: Have faith, Cap. Where there’s a Drew…there’s a way…

What is Bound about?

Through dungeons and castles in the most glamorous cities around the world, Drew, a rising star on Broadway, brought publicist Maxine’s wanton desires to life. Five years later, changes have come to their lives, and Drew and Maxine find themselves facing a life-altering decision. Although their pursuit of kinky pleasures never wanes, will they discover that the happiest place on earth really is right in their own chaotic home?

Excerpt from Bound:

Bound Final - ebookOUCH!” she wailed, panting for breath as the fifth strike of Drew’s leather belt sliced over her ass. “Fuckballs!”

“Excuse me, Miss Merryweather…” Drew’s panic-stricken eyes caught hers. “My parents are staying in the next fucking room!”

Maxine should have known better than to agree to scene on a family vacation—particularly in one of the oldest seaside resorts in Provincetown. However, Drew had a way of coercing her, and she found her arms tethered to the four-poster bed, bound by the tie that he’d worn to dinner the previous evening. Admittedly, Drew hated using anything made of silk to restrain her, as the knot could easily slip, but Maxine had forgotten the hemp rope. This was her punishment.

“Damn in-laws…” she muttered.

“Okay, that’s it. You’re now up to fifty whacks, Miss Merryweather,” Drew said and snapped the belt through the air again. “And you’ll apologize for that remark.”

“Oh, Sir, I love them—you know I do!” she insisted. “Just…why can’t we be on another floor?”

“Because you, spoiled one,” he began, his voice carrying so menacingly between them, “wanted the fucking French suite…”


The hand towel from the stack in the bathroom always made a great gag for Maxine—even though she always complained afterward about the fuzz in her mouth.

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Meet Juliet Braddock

Juliet Braddock loves eighties music, wine, food, theater and all things French. When she’s not exploring the big cities of the world—most notably Paris—she lives and writes in Manhattan, and is the proud cat mom to a very spoiled Russian Blue rescue.

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Dragon Kisses #2 (Arabella and Jonathan)

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Waking with no memory, Arabella finds herself courted by three men claiming to be her mates. Dragon shifters Tobin, Gerrit, and Blakely woo her with sweet words and deeds, convincing her that she’s always lived this fairy tale existence. Life is perfect until the Inamanida King decides the experiment has gone on long enough—and Tobin is ordered to turn Arabella over to be tortured and used by the entire clan.

Meanwhile Jonathan is working to help settle the humans in Zmaj’s outer city. As the son of a prominent human leader, finds himself thrust into a leadership role and having to liaise with creatures he was raised to fear. Soon he falls for Laurel, a beautiful woman recently arrived from Earth, but as secrets emerge, he faces a stark truth that could cost him everything.

Tobin and Jonathan must risk everything and deal with consequences that could cost them the fragile relationships they’ve built with the women they love.

Warnings: MFMM, MF

Word Count: 30,453

Excerpt #1:

2DK2sz500When Mom tried to get up, I grabbed her arm and forced her to sit still. My mother was nobody’s maid, and Laurel was capable of serving herself. A food-filled plate waited for her on the counter. Laurel tossed her long, sun-bleached hair over her shoulder, grabbed her plate, and joined us at the table.

“How did it go today?” Laurel flashed a friendly smile at my mom.

“We sold almost everything,” Mom said.

“No thanks to you,” I added.

“Jonathan!” Mom hissed, probably appalled at my lack of manners.

“She took off and didn’t do shit to help. We provide her with food and a bed, and she does nothing to help with that effort.” The apple-cinnamon bread turned sour in my mouth.

Laurel’s shirt had slid sideways, exposing one shoulder. It was a new design of my mother’s, and we’d sold out of them today. If she wasn’t so annoying, I might have noticed and appreciated the smoothness of her supple, tan skin. The sight of her sexy shoulder might have stirred me, so I focused on what I disliked about her. Laurel didn’t seem fazed by my bad mood. Her grin grew. “I modeled the shirt, Mr. Grouchy. I walked around all day, showing it off and telling people where to get it. I even approached a few of the Zmaj ladies. Did we make any headway there?”

Mom tilted her head and half nodded. “They need a certain fabric that is difficult to obtain. It works with their shifting abilities, appearing when they’re in human form and disappearing when they’re in dragon form. It doesn’t rip or become distorted. I’ve worked with it a few times, but my Zmaj never let me do anything out of the ordinary with it.”

Laurel nodded. “I bet if you ask Cassie, she’ll get you some. Her Zmaj seem to do anything she wants.”

“You sound jealous,” I said. “Did you leave your Zmaj because they wouldn’t do what you wanted?”

“Nope,” she returned smugly, her dark eyes sparkling and setting off something inside me. “I left because I’m not ready to settle down with men who inject venom into me to ensure my compliance.”

A flame lit in my belly—ignited by her look, not her words—and traveled up my spine. The heat threatened to overwhelm me, and so I gulped my water. My mother leaped to her feet. “Jonathan, are you all right?”

“Fine.” I waved her away, but she pushed my hand down and felt my forehead.

“You’re burning up.”

I felt like I was on fire. Across the table, Laurel merely smirked. I ignored her and concentrated on not burping smoke. Pain knifed through my midsection, and I doubled over, toppling to the floor. Laurel and my mother moved the table and bench out of the way, and as their shadows disappeared, I saw that my fingers had become talons. Horrified, I clutched my fist to my stomach and waited for the spasms to pass. This wasn’t the first time I’d had an attack of this kind, but this was by far worse than any of the others. Never before had my hand morphed. Deep down I knew Illion was right, but I refused to think about that right now. I desperately didn’t want to be a fucking—heartless, soulless—dragon.

After a time, the pain faded, as did the heat. Thankfully, my mother ceased trying to make me move or talk to her. Exhausted, I let my mother and Laurel help me to bed, where I immediately fell into a deep sleep.





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Author Bio: I’m Michele Zurlo, author of the Doms of the FBI series and many other stories. I write contemporary and paranormal, BDSM and mainstream—whatever it takes to give my characters the happy endings they deserve.

I’m not half as interesting as my characters. My childhood dreams tended to stretch no further than the next book in my to-be-read pile, and I aspired to be a librarian so I could read all day. I ended up teaching middle school, so that fulfilled part of my dream. Some words of wisdom from an inspiring lady had me tapping out stories on my first laptop, so in the evenings, romantic tales flow from my fingertips.

I’m pretty impulsive when it comes to big decisions, especially when it’s something I’ve never done before. Writing is just one in a long line of impulsive decisions that turned out to showcase my great instincts. Find out more at or @MZurloAuthor.

Things change when you get a pool


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Ever wonder how I got to be this way? This is a sort-of rambling narrative about an event in my childhood. I hope you can relate.

pool-with-deckMy pool came later, after I almost drowned and my mom made me take swim lessons. First came the relatives. I had a lot of aunts, uncles, and cousins. We all lived close to each other, so we saw them all the time. I played in the front yard with my cousins while my dad and uncles, Doug, Danny, and Junior measured out and dug out the grass so the pool would be level. Uncle Doug was OCD, so that took half a day. Soon the round structure was up. It was big, blue, and deeper in the middle. I thought we’d get to swim that day, but I was wrong. They didn’t even put water inside. My uncle Doug, whose name was actually Charles, said it had to be enclosed first. I envisioned a small house-looking thing with glass on all sides, like the pool houses I’d seen on TV, but never in real life. There was no way they could afford to build a house around the pool, I thought even though, between all my uncles, we had the skills.

Disappointed, a little mad at this cruel joke, I went back to my cousin. My head hanging low from the weight of despair. We sat under the mountain ash in the front yard, all of us sad. THe tree shed little orange berries that were not fun to sit on. We picked them up and threw them toward the street.

“They’re mean,” said Nick, the second oldest among us. “Why would they put up a pool and not let us swim?”

Elsie, bossy because she was born that way (and maybe because she was the oldest) said, “They’re not building a house around it, stupid,” I think she was calling all of us stupid. I wanted to throw an orange berry at her, but i knew she’d punch me and then tell on me, and then I’d be the one in trouble. “They’re building a deck.”

mountain-ashSure enough, when we looked over to the side yard, we saw uncle Doug and my dad cementing huge posts into the dirt while Junior and Danny used a post hole digger to make more holes. A few days later, we had a huge wooden deck that went all the way around the pool. I even had a ladder on a hinge so that little kids couldn’t climb up. For additional security, my dad put a bike chain on it with a combination lock. Rules were posted that said, “No swimming without adult supervision.

Suddenly we were the most popular house in the neighborhood. It was like crepuscular rays spotlighted our yard. I’d thought it was ridiculous how many kids would come running when my grandpa came over and gave out candy by the handfuls. This was nothing by comparison. Everybody came over–the snotty kid down the street, the dirty kid from a few doors down, strangers from the next block over. Even relatives visited more often. I didn’t mind relatives because it always led to fun times and a cookout.

Did I like this sudden popularity? No.

For starters, when people come over, I had to act like a host. Instead of just kicking back with a floaty, I had to get waters, snacks, or whatever else the guests needed. My mom hated it too. We were not rolling in dough, and she did not have the money or time to feed all these kids.  To top it off, she started working midnights. The worst were the people in our neighborhood who would come over, knock on the door, not caring if they woke my mom up. They’d ask, “Can I swim in your pool?” They had moved past pretending like they were there to play with me. Billy and John John were the worst offenders.

I didn’t take long for my mom to reach her limit. She put her foot down. The sign about needing an adult at the pool was replaced by a sign that read, “Parents must sit on the deck and watch their own kids swimming.”

After that, the only people who came over were relatives and true friends.

*Names changed…or were they?

Kissing Bandits Guest Blogger: Ashish Malpani #TenDaysInOctober


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Kissing Bandits Welcomes Ashish Malpani


Ten Days in October

Significance of the title ‘Ten Days in October’ and Navratri

The story of this novel unfolds over ten days in October, but that is not the reason behind the title. The ten days have great significance not only from mythological and religious perspective but also for the plot. The first nine days of the story line happen over Hindu festival of Navratri, which literally means ‘nine-days’. Navratri is the celebration of feminine divinity in the form of universal mother, Devi (Goddess). The first three days celebrate the Devi in the form of Durga, second set of three days honor the Devi as Lakshmi, and final three days are dedicated to Saraswati. Riding a lion, armed with weapons of Gods Goddess Durga is destroyer of evil and epitomizes valor. Lakshmi is goddess of wealth and prosperity. Not just material but also spiritual wealth and purpose are the blessings of this form. Saraswati is celebration of knowledge and wisdom. She is often depicted sitting on a rock, symbolizing the knowledge that stays with us always. Following the nine days of rituals and worship, the 10th day is celebrated as Dussehra, which is also known as Vijaya- Dashmi. It is celebrated to mark the victory of Lord Rama over the demon, Ravana.

Even when so much emphasis and respect is given to the mother form of God, India is still trying to combat the growth in crime against women from female feticide and infanticide to harassment and dowry deaths. With just 10% women representation in government and parliament the laws that deem everyone equal don’t always do justice and fall short. The perpetrators get away because of lack of political and enforcement will power, misuse of power and corruption.

The novel is inspired by one of the dark incidents that happened around my home town in India. The ten days unfold a trail of bodies that the protagonist Inspector Shivaji Chavan is forced to chase. As the story progresses, we find out that victims are hardened criminals who graduated from petty crimes to the more serious ones. The only question that demands an answer is that ‘Does the victims’ past catch up to them?’ If yes then what was so dark about that past and how does Navratri relate to it?

I do believe that my choice of the title not fits the writing style but also gives the first clue to the readers.


Print5 a.m. phone call broke Police Inspector Shivaji Chavan’s sleep informing him that local jeweler Anil Kokate, was found hanging from a tree on the banks of Pravara River in a small town of rural India. Although the signs point to an open and shut case of suicide, Chavan suspects foul play. While trying to find the missing pieces of the story he finds more hidden skeletons and comes across astonishing & cruel past of the victim. What begins as a routine investigation quickly turns darker, ruthless and pressing. Can Chavan handle the pressure of his superiors, local media and frightened masses? Can he navigate the system to reach the killer? Can he solve the moral dilemma when he comes face to face with the killer?

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MediaKit_AuthorPhoto_TenDaysInOctoberAshish Malpani is an Indian-American freelancer and blogger. Born in Sangamner, a small town in rural India, he spent much of his adult life in Austin, Texas. A technology product marketer by trade, Ashish earned his MSE from Purdue University and MBA from the University of Texas.

Ashish fell in love with reading and traveling at a young age. As a kid he had two dreams in life: to write a novel and to travel around the world. Thirty eight countries and counting, Ashish has explored various cultures and captured the world through the lens of his camera with his wife Samta and son Ayan.

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