Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Welcome to the authors of Cauldron of Tales!

I'm so pleased to have Nikki Prince on the blog again talking about the new anthology she's involved with. The excerpt is intriguing and I can't wait to read the whole cauldron of sexy, witchy tales! Welcome, Nikki!

Cauldron of Tales Anthology basically came about with a few of the authors getting their rights back for their stories after a publishing house went down. Those authors and I were in a group together and they wanted to do a self-publish of their stories and asked others in the group if they wanted to do so as well. I jumped on the proverbial band and I am so glad I did. Such wonderful stories in this there is something for everyone. Each story features a Witch as the heroine.

This anthology will be out October 1, 2012 just in time for some quick sweet, sensual and ultra sexy Halloween holiday reading.

Sonia Hightower. In The Devil’s Berries, readers are taken back to Renaissance England where Sabine, facing her last night alive, reveals how the witch really came to be associated with the broomstick. Will her nightly visitor bring her more trouble or will he give her peace?

Lorraine Nelson. Cindy can’t decide if she’s Hexed Or Vexed her longtime friend, Killen. All she knows is that one second he was her very manly friend, and the next, he’s a dog. Can her Witchy Group on Facebook help her fix the mess, or will she be burdened with a comical canine companion the rest of her days?

Chacelyn Pierce. Willow Vance is a poor excuse for a witch, and by some stroke of luck, the six-year-old Past Potion she crafted worked. When the hexed warlock finds out about Willow's curse, he will stop at nothing for her to lift the spell. Willow can run, but does she want to?

Angelina Rain. Alone for Halloween, Bryn is ready to take some frustrations out on her purple battery-operated toy, but she’s in for a surprise when the Toy Soldier becomes a flesh-and-blood man. Grateful to be free of his plastic curse, Byron will do anything for matter how naughty.

Nikki Prince. A dance of seduction under The Light of the Moon turns into a night of passion, but will that be enough for Aponi to keep the man of her dreams enchanted? Or will the flame that was ignited die out just as quickly as it sparked?

Sonia Hightower. Danica finds herself confused after a trip to the carnival with her best friend and coworker. She’s been attracted to Lisette for months, but are her feelings really being reciprocated, or was there A Sappho Spell cast in Madame Lilith’s tent?

Angelina Rain's story is Toy Soldier. Here's a hot excerpt:

Excitement raced through her as she studied the plastic cock. It was thick. When she wrapped her fingers around it, they barely touched. And it was long, much longer than most vibrators she’d seen out there.

Her nipples perked as she imagined sliding the big boy inside her.

Ah, boy! Better hurry up and get back into the bedroom.

A grin spread over her face as she hurriedly made her way out of the kitchen, and she was about to cross toward her room when her foot stepped on something sharp.

“What the fuck?” she shouted and jumped back. “How many fucking toy soldiers does he have?”

Rage brewed inside her as she noticed the droplets of blood on her carpet. And her poor foot ached like a motherfucker! It was all the fault of this stupid toy! She pointed her finger at it and mumbled a few words.

Green, black, and brown smoke swirled around the room, starting to take the shape of a human.

“You son of a bitch!” she screamed before the toy even finished materializing. “You hurt me, you scumbag!”

The smoke took a solid shape, at first like a mountain that over seconds materialized into a human shape cloaked in black. She swiped the dickhead end of the vibrator across his face. “You stupid thing! I should shove this toy up your ass and see how you like being hurt!”

Strong hands grabbed her arms and spun her around so fast, the room still danced although she was motionless. The toy-human pressed her back against his chest and wrapped his arms around her middle until she couldn’t move, couldn’t fight him.

“Please stop hitting me,” he said in a harsh, yet controlled tone. His voice was like smoke and honey. Sensual, yet rugged.

Her insides tingled as she imagined that voice moaning her name as she sucked his cock. But… This was a toy turned human. Surely, he would be ugly and lopsided and as dumb as a sack of rocks.

“Let me go,” she ordered.

“Promise you won’t hit me again.”

“I promise. Now let me go.” As soon as she could turn around, she’d turn him back into a toy anyway!

His grip loosened around her until his arms left hers altogether. She spun on her heels, coming face-to-face with the infuriating toy. A string of profanities ready to leave her mouth suddenly lodged in her throat. She couldn’t believe her eyes.

What stood before her was perfection in the flesh! Dark brown eyes stared back at her in what appeared to be amusement. He was taller than her by a few inches. The man had short black hair cut in a military buzz cut. He wore a silver necklace on his neck with dog tags on it. Besides that, his chest was naked and covered in hard muscles. He looked like a hero on a romance novel cover. Cargo pants covered his legs, and for a second—okay, maybe longer than that—she wished she could see him completely naked.

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Sonia Hightower is a pen name for Tara Chevrestt, a deaf woman, former aviation mechanic, writer, and editor. She is most passionate about planes, motorcycles, dogs, and above all, reading. That led to her love of writing. Between her writing and her editing, which allows her to be home with her little canine kids, she believes she has the greatest job in the world. She is very happily married.
Sonia writes the racy stuff and argues she was here first. She just wasn’t allowed to be unleashed until the last year.
While Tara and Sonia continue to fight over the laptop and debate who writes the next book, you can find buy links, blurbs, and other fun bits on their website, or their Facebook page:


Lorraine Nelson is a multi-published author who lives in rural New Brunswick, on the east coast of Canada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one. Lorraine lives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons and six grandchildren, the latest just born in December, 2011. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking, and, of course, reading.
Lorraine loves to hear from readers. You can keep up with Lorraine’s releases by visiting her at the following locations:


A rocker by heart, Chacelyn Pierce is constantly ear plugged with heavy tunes blaring to stir up the phantom personalities that swarm her mind. It’s no surprise she enjoys writing and reading to satiate her appetite for the male antagonist in a story. Married to a blatant redhead and mothering a diva, there is never a dull moment in the house. As a native Texan, she doesn’t personally own a horse but follows the unwritten southern rule of knowing how to ride one. When she’s not testing the emotional capacity of her characters, she works part time as a dog groomer.

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As a child, Angelina Rain wanted to be a fashion designer, artist, lawyer, psychologist, cop, and everything else known to man and woman. It wasn’t until high school that she had a dream where she was a bestselling author. Awoken from the dream, Angelina knew what she wanted to do with her life.
Currently, Angie lives in the south suburbs of Chicago, Illinois, where she crafts stories of passion, intrigue, romance, magic, and the occasional sarcastic bitch heroine she bases on herself.
Ang loves to hear from her fans and welcomes emails from readers. Write to her at or check out her site and blog


Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who’s always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in gaming, cooking, reading, writing, and raising her children as readers too. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn’t appropriate. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth. You can find buy links, blurbs and other information on Nikki Prince at her website:  or on her Facebook page:

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Welcome Nikki Prince introducing Demon Mine!

Please welcome my good friend Nikki Prince. Over the past few months, I have seen Nikki's writing career blossom, and I'm so happy that Demon Mine is out there for readers!  She writes sexy stories I know all of you will enjoy. Nikki will be back with us on Sept 26 to tell us about her Cauldron of Tales Anthology, so drop by to visit with her then, too. Now I turn it over to Nikki!

Bio: Nikki Prince is a mother of two, who's always had a dream to be a published author in the romance genre. Her passion lies in raising her children as readers, gaming, cooking, reading and her writing. Her mother can now breathe easy about the child who used to get in trouble because she was hiding books everywhere and reading when it wasn't appropriate. She loves to write Interracial romances in all genres, but wants to let everyone know to not box her in, because there is always room for growth.

Thank you so much for having me on your wonderful blog again Jasmine. It is a pleasure to be here and to be able to tell everyone about my newest release Demon Mine. For those of you who comment I have postcards of Demon Mine and magnets to giveaway. Just comment and leave an email address so I can contact you.

Demon Mine started out with me looking up submission calls from different publishers. I can’t remember which Epublisher I was looking at, at the time. But the call asked for erotic romance stories with succubae in them. I have always been fascinated with succubae and decided I’d go for it. So the first scene started out with my heroine Liliana as a succubus.

The next thing I knew my heroine and hero are unsatisfied and pointing out that the hero would make a better fallen angel and that there was a whole reincarnation story that should be told. I tried to follow my original line of thinking but my muse refused. The story morphed into a reincarnation story featuring Lilith the first wife of Adam with the fallen Angel Samael being her demon lover.

I enjoyed this story and the muse talked me into having two more books to follow Demon Mine. The series is called Karmic Lust. Here is the blurb and an excerpt from Demon Mine.

Blurb: Samael is a fallen angel doomed to repeat his life and love for Liliana Jackson over and over again. That is until she finally remembers who she is and the reason for the curse that has befallen them both. For you see, Liliana was once Lilith the first wife of Adam and the lover of Samael. Are they doomed to keep repeating the past? Or will there be a new future for the reincarnated lovers?


Liliana Jackson sat on the bed in the darkened room. Her breath was ragged as she eagerly waited for her lover to arrive. The need she felt was always instant when she thought of him. The slightest movement of cloth from her sundress scraping over her hard nipples tortured her as her bare pussy dampened. She glanced at the small clock on the wall opposite her bed. It would be only a matter of minutes before he stepped across the threshold.

She tried to be patient and wait. She let out a whimper, trying her best to wait for him, but failing. Slowly, she slipped her dress up her thighs, baring her shaved pussy to the air in the room, parting her legs while she leaned back onto the pillows; her fingers teased along her slit in one smooth stroke. She slid two fingers around her wet entrance, and then leisurely teased her clit. Liliana inched one, then two fingers inside of her drenched folds with a moan. She rocked her hips to push them in deeper as her head fell back against the pillow.

She groaned once more as she neared orgasm. One without him. He'd want to punish her, and she'd welcome it. She loved it when he acted all badass around her. In fact, she wanted it. Even as independent as she had always been, she needed his commanding presence, lust and strength. It fueled all of those things within her as well. His needs fed her needs. Her eyes moved to the door. She grinned. There he stood, leaning against the doorjamb, arms crossed over his muscled chest. He looked angry—the edges of his mouth turned down and narrowed eyes fixed on her undulating body.

“Hello, lover.¬” Her words were a raspy purr of arousal.

Samael, her lover and the object of her lusts, filled the doorway with his presence. Samael, with his lithe, muscular body, tattoos on his arms, long, dark hair that fell past his shoulders, and when angry, eyes so dark they were fathomless against his paler skin. He was her dark demon, the possessor of her very being, her soul. He continued to stand there, arms crossed over his chest. Samael’s dark eyes turned hazel as they slowly traveled her body to focus on her fingers, which continued to thrust in and out of her pussy. The change in eye color was a sure sign of his rising lust, a hue she was well acquainted with and wanted … no, craved to see.

"I ordered you to wait, Lili." She heard the impatience in his voice.

Biting back a small moan, she arched her back up off the bed, her eyes still connected with his as her fingers curled to stroke her g-spot.

"You order me to do a lot of things, Sami. I don't always listen."

He gave a low warning snarl. A groan from her was the response he received. He hated when she shortened his name from Samael to Sami. Her eyes moved down his body with leisure, exploring every nuance that made up the fabulous male standing before her. The black t-shirt fit his muscled form well, along with the black jeans that did little to hide his huge hard-on.

"You protest, yet your cock is enjoying the attention I'm giving myself. Seeing as you were late, I thought it would be okay to start without you. Honestly, do you think I would rather have your cock or my fingers?" All the while, her fingers continued to plunge into her tight core, her legs bent on the bed as she arched her back. She splayed her legs out before him so that he saw every thrust.

"Lili, you're just begging to be spanked." She shivered and ran her tongue over her bottom lip. His words sparked more need than fear. His approach was leisurely as he watched her continue to pleasure herself. She moved her free hand between her spread thighs and tugged at her clit. "Stop your fingers now. Remove them or you'll not get what you want from me."

With measured deliberation, Liliana pulled her fingers from her pussy. Keeping her eyes on Samael, she slowly, teasingly licked them clean. His eyes narrowed, and Liliana smirked. "You didn't say I couldn't taste."

"Remove the fucking dress, Lili. Do it quickly, or you will not get a chance to come as you need to. Then get your pretty little ass on your knees and hold on to the headboard." His words quickly wiped the smirk off her face. She didn't say anything as she got to her knees and slipped the sundress off, tossing it to the floor. With one last look of feigned defiance, she turned to settle on her knees with her hands clutched to the headboard. The rustling of his clothing filled the otherwise silent room, and then they were skin to skin. His cock, hard and throbbing, pushed against the crease of her ass as his body pressed close to hers from behind.

Her breath caught in anticipation of his touching her as she craved. She did not say a word. If Liliana tested him, he would follow through on not letting her come. That could not happen; she wanted him bad. A soft mewl slipped from her lips as the head of his cock stroked along her dripping entrance. Her hands tightened on the headboard when he pressed into her. His lips were only an inch from her ear as he spoke with what could only be devilish delight.

Thank you once again for having me Jasmine!

My other books:
-Mocha Kisses released 7-16-2012 and can be found on amazon, allromanceebooks and Barnes and Noble.
-Cauldron of Tales Anthology will be out 10-1-12 it’s a witch anthology with 4 other authors.
I have several other books in the making.

-Buy links:
Evernight Publishing
All Romance

Where to find me (I don’t mind hearing from people):
Blog/website: Http://
Twitter: @AuthorNprince

Monday, September 3, 2012

Twisted By Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1

Have you ever wondered about past lives, reincarnation, life after death? Did you love the film Dead Again? I’ve always been fascinated with reincarnation from the time I read The Reincarnation of Peter Proud. And, as I’ve told you in other blogs, I’ve had my own reincarnation experience while under regression hypnosis. You can read about the past life I said I had in the book, because I gave it to my heroine! Hint, I’ve always been afraid of snakes! Naturally with all this interest in reincarnation, I would eventually write one. So, without further ado, here’s a blurb and excerpt of Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1.

A love that spans lifetimes, an evil that has followed them through the ages...

Bern Daniels doesn’t believe in ghosts, UFOs, or reincarnation, but when he sees Livie Scott, it’s as if he’s known her forever. Now he can’t get her out of his mind. He wants her in his bed and in his life. For keeps. He’s even starting to believe they’ve lived past lives together.

Will jealousy out of the past come back to destroy their future?

Livie is unaccountably drawn to the tall, dark stranger. He literally sweeps her off her feet. And she’s oh so willing to let him. But her sister Toni is planted firmly in her path to happiness. Livie has been forced to choose between a man and Toni before; is she destined to play the same twisted game with her sister over and over?

Livie and Bern soon discover there are shadows lurking from their past, past lives that is, which threaten everything they believe in, everything they want. And even their lives.

Twisted by Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1
Copyright 2012 Jasmine Haynes

He saw her out of the corner of his eye as he crossed the lobby. She was just a flash in his periphery. His immediate thought was that he hadn’t believed he’d ever see her again, accompanied by emotions of loss, need, desire, and even anger. Quickly on the heels of that came the understanding that yes, of course, she was here in San Francisco, right where her sister said she’d be. Vast relief. Intense joy. Her name was on the tip of his tongue, yet the moment he turned, ready to call it out, the name vanished. It was like a dream you suddenly woke from, where one moment you were convinced it was real, and the next, the details were gone. He realized he didn’t know the woman at all.

Her mahogany hair, damp from the rain, swayed across her back as she walked at a fast clip, her tennis shoes incongruous with a tailored skirt that outlined her trim curves. Her blouse, also damp, clung to her enticingly. In profile, her eyelashes were long and lush, the color of her eyes darker than her hair. She didn’t smile, didn’t look at anyone, not even him though he’d stopped to watch her.

No, he didn’t know her, her fine-boned features unfamiliar, yet he still felt that original smack of recognition. It was something in the way she moved. But her name...her name was gone, not even a hint of its rhythm or the letter it began with.

She joined the throng in front of the elevators, shuffled forward as the middle car arrived, and filed inside amid the dense crowd. She turned to face front, meeting his eyes—though he could have imagined that.

He stood a moment longer, a rock in a stream of office workers. Perhaps she’d had surgery, changed her nose or altered her delicate jaw line. Something...he couldn’t put his finger on it, because really, she wasn’t familiar. At least not in looks.

Someone jostled his arm, he shook himself, then dashed to the elevator, making it on just before the doors closed. The car stopped and started at several floors, then she brushed past him to exit on the twelfth.

His skin heated with the brief contact, his heart raced. And he was struck anew with the sense that he’d known her. Intimately.

I hope you enjoyed this excerpt of Twisted By Love, Reincarnation Tales, Book 1. You can read a different excerpt on my website.  The book is available now for Kindle, Nook, All Romance, and Smashwords. Other venues coming soon.

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