Sunday, June 29, 2014

Today F R E E and Special D E A L S - Hot Summer Reads to get you thru the 4th of July

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 Series: Hearts of Darkness. Price: $3.99 USD. Words: 97,680. 
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Published: February 7, 2014.
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Series: Hearts of Darkness, Book 2.
Price: $3.49 USD. Words: 66,900.
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Happy Fourth of July Reading from Eliza March

Saturday, June 28, 2014

Sexy Saturday Inspiration...

Sexy Saturday inspiration for my writer friends, or anyone for that matter. He inspires me to work out--not more but some, and eat less fat. He's also on the cover of my re-release of Witch of Air and Fire.

What ever you're doing today. Enjoy.

Here's a very sexy excerpt from THE LION, THE LEOPARD, AND THE WOLF copyright 2014 all rights reserved Eliza March

ADULT Excerpt:
“I can smell it on you.” Trent whispered as they stepped into the hall. “Your arousal is affecting us both. If I slide my hand just a half an inch closer, would I feel how wet you are for us?”
His audacity would have been insulting if he hadn’t been so damn right. Kenzie’s drenched pussy throbbed with need. She didn’t look at him and didn’t answer. If Trent shifted his hand, he’d find out just how much she wanted them—both of them
Before today, she’d never been sexually attracted to two men at the same time. Although she’d imagined...being with two men, these two didn’t seem like the sharing type. A ménage a trios was a fantasy she’d like to try someday, and now she couldn’t stop herself from wishing her first menage could be with the two competitive military buddies.  
Competitive. Neither of them sounded keen about sharing anything—certainly not a woman. And she didn’t want to be the cause of any problems between them. Kenzie stopped worrying. They’d all keep it light. She’d find her entertainment elsewhere. Maybe the doctor...
Trent frowned. Maybe she’d projected her thoughts too clearly by the expression on her face.
When they got to her room, he put her down on the bed, and to her surprise, he came down with her. If anything turned her on, it was the feel of a male body on top of hers. All hard muscle and great smelling man pressed her into the mattress. He nuzzled her neck and moved quickly to her lips before she could gasp out an objection. He kissed her, hard and demanding like the man himself.
His weight felt satisfying sprawled on top of her. His tongue tasted delicious in her mouth while his hands distracted her with his exploration of her body. She loved the roughness of his beard against her neck, his hands under her sweater...
She twisted her mouth free. “Ah, wait...” She couldn’t believe she stopped him. Her brain fought with her body for control, and the battle wasn’t easily won as she tried to sit up.
He rolled off her and groaned, still leaving his hand under the sweater, hoping she’d change her mind. His hand crept higher to positively influence her to his cause. Instead, she put her hand over his, halting its upward movement.
He looked up at her face and licked his upper lip as if still tasting her on his tongue. She squeezed his fingers and smiled. He groaned again and got up. “I’ll be right back with your stuff.”
A warning knock sounded on the door before Adam opened it up on them. “I didn’t trust him with you alone. Trent can be a wolf. I brought up your things.”
“Is that right?” Kenzie asked before she looked to Trent who glared at Adam.
“He’s right about that. I can be a wolf at times.” The man smiled a deadly sexy grin. “And you are definitely one of those times.” He shrugged and strode out, leaving Adam alone with her.

Wednesday, June 25, 2014

Opinions are like...Yah, I've got one on Sales Ranking

Nothing matters counts
until you're INTO the book.

Digital Book World Daily is one of my favorite industry news  links. Today they posted an article that, once again, discusses the effect Amazon's battle with Hatchette is causing for e-book sales rankings among the big hitters. This article was by Jeremy Greenfield in Forbes Magazine 06-07-2014.

As if anyone is interested in my opinion...but I have one and am going to share it here. If the industry is really interested in accurately ranking sales, maybe they should do it by actual book/ebook sales. $orry guys...FREE doesn't count. Neither should presales, unless they're a done deal.

The traditional publishers don't seem to like e-book ranking because it portrays a more precise picture of actual book sales. All things equal, can we really count popularity of a paperback book because a mortar and brick location ordered a certain number, didn't have to pay for them, and has the right to return any unsold numbers that don't sell through in a limited amount of time?  I may want to know about a popular book, but I trust authors I know or reviewers I like, or time to gauge book sales. How about actual reader purchases? Novel idea? Yeah, I know--lame.

E-book ranking when done over a period of time (I'm not counting the five minutes of fame on the Amazon FREE bestseller list, guys--that's advertising) and combined with e-book sales from multiple distributors, may help the distribution network expand, and as a result, help the Indie authors as well as big time publishers from being at the mercy of one or two (okay - one) major distributors. And don't get me wrong, I think they've done wonders for the industry, opening up avenues authors never had before, but it's time for a little-fess-up-to-the-truth-time when it comes to book sales, ranking, and book popularity.

We can't trust sales reports or ranking, and when you can buy reviews, we can't trust anything but  a few opening lines in a book or a best friend who knows what we like to see if it's worth the time.

Come on share your know you've got one. Hey, but be nice. LOL ~~ Eliza

Sunday, June 22, 2014

Turned the Halloween Book in. Back to the FUN #amwriting #eroticromance

I'm back to finishing up Dylan and Caitlin's story now that Jackson has complicated things. Well, we can't blame poor Jackson if his wolf imprinted on his best friend's new soul mate.

This series is no longer a story. It's a saga. A world. Lifetimes. Relationships. Pasts and Futures.

I had a straight plot line laid out but stuff happens and then it's like maneuvering through life's mine fields -- you just have to find the solutions to the conflicts. Then I have to write the story. I don't know why I do this to myself. It's not bad enough I have to deal with my own fiction I just move from one character's conflicts to the next.

And that's just the internal conflict. What about the demons invading the peaceful Parrish outside New Orleans where the werewolves and vampires have come to a truce with the witches and a few other supernatural beings? And there's the local police force and the FBI presence sticking their noses into paranormal business.

Inevitably, there's still more story to write...see you later. For now I'll leave you with a short excerpt from each of the other books in the series: AVAILABLE NOW

Defeat the Darkness

Adult excerpt: F/M forced seduction
The very thought of drinking Amyra’s blood turned his stomach, but to his disgust, his mouth salivated. He was afraid in his weakened state there was no way he would survive if she took more of his blood without replenishing it. No food, no water, drained of blood—every cell in his body screamed for nourishment, and the jaguar roared for sexual satisfaction.
The male guard returned shortly to deliver him to Amyra. This time as he entered, Kyle could barely walk on his own as he stumbled across the threshold. The guard held him upright, and then Kyle sniffed. The most delicious scent filled his senses. His stomach growled.
He was surprised at how Amyra held herself back. When she approached him, her fangs extended but she didn’t give the order to have him tied to the bed as she usually did. Amyra tilted her head at the exit, silently ordering the guards out. Once they closed the enormous wooden door behind them, she bit her full lower lip and approached him from the large bed with the enormous carved headboard. Upon looking closer, the carvings were of a sadistic sexual nature.
“Kyle?” Amyra drew his attention back to her—only her. He stared at the deep crimson drop, hunger radiating through him. The dark droplet slid over her plump lip and contrasted against her pallid skin. His gaze traced the path of the rich blood as it slowly dribbled down to her chin.
The scent drew him closer. The delicious smell was her blood. Sniffing the air and moving ever nearer, he ran his tongue across his lips. All his vision narrowed to that spot when another drop oozed to the surface of the tiny wound and spilled over. This time he was close enough to catch it with his tongue. He closed his eyes and savored the flavor. As she bent in and kissed him, every cell in his body begged for more.
Kyle wouldn’t, couldn’t refuse this time. He’d bargained with the devil and lost. Even a tiny taste made him feel stronger. What would more do?
Her fang pierced his tongue and she gently sucked, mingling their blood in his mouth. Without backing up, he allowed her to rub her glorious body against his. She stroked his tongue with hers and more blood flooded his mouth. The ravenous need within him was being satisfied and he didn’t want it to end. Suddenly, the touch of her nipples brushing back and forth across his chest felt tempting, good, and right.
He swept his tongue over the spot on her sweet lower lip that still bled, relishing the flavor. The delicious taste of her blood in his mouth surprised him. It wasn’t distasteful, not at all what he expected. In fact, it had a rather sweet essence, and something made him want more—need more—demand more.
When she sank her teeth into his muscle, feeding lightly from him, he cupped her head and her hips. The sensual pull of her lips at his chest made him hunger for something, anything, everything. He tossed his head back, his eyes rolled, then closed, and he groaned in pleasure as he licked the blood still on his lips.
Copyright all rights reserved Eliza March

Conquer the Highland Beast

Adult excerpt M/M/F
Dylan was no stranger to male advances. Despite his threatening attitude, his blond youthful appearance often drew unwelcome attention from many battle weary men with no female outlet. The warning signals made Dylan respond as he always did when the past threatened to invade the present. He let the rage rise.

He’d denounced men with rebuffs so vile, they dared not approach again. As desirable as those men believed he was, they had backed down quickly once seeing their death in his eyes. More than the idea of the act, he resented how quickly his childhood fear manifested. He’d been weak and helpless, a child, not the man he was now, and yet the man hated the fear and anguish a mere comment or careless proposition from a drunken soldier could awaken in him. Reflexively, he reached for the cold hard metal at his hip.

Tonight, the anger he usually used to control his past emotions was hard to gather. This encounter filled him with uncertainty and conflict.

No male had ever elicited a sexual reaction from him, but he couldn’t deny he was hard and aroused. Was this attraction that had his balls tightening and his cock throbbing for the man or the woman…or was it something deeper? The arousal was on some other primal level. It made him question his response, and the not knowing made him even more disgusted with himself.

Every part of his being was physically responding to this male as well as the female, but his reaction seemed to be different from pure sexual need. For a moment he was unsure the emotions were even his own. Perhaps the curious link between them somehow allowed Dylan to sense the other’s emotions.

Niccolai’s thoughts were inside his mind wandering through his deepest fears, his worst regrets, and his basest desires.

“Calm yourself.”

He tried to stop the emotional turmoil, violently fighting the invasion until an overwhelming sense of calm soothed him.

Amyra motioned Dylan closer to her side. He couldn’t resist, and when he glanced at Niccolai, he didn’t want to resist. Sating his carnal lust was what he needed tonight. His cock was iron hard and demanding attention. He wanted a hard fuck with a passion he’d never felt before. Maybe he thought to prove something to himself or to the male at Amyra’s side, but he was going to give her the fucking of her life.

Subconsciously compelled to confirm his manhood, proving he wasn’t some boy to be trifled with, Dylan ran his hands down the woman’s arms, tightening his hands about her wrists. He pulled them behind her back grasping them in one hand and gripped her hip with his other. Drawing her into his hard need, he ground his cock against her belly and ravaged her mouth, her neck, and her breasts with his lips. His prowess brought about her breathless moans, attesting to his virility while her companion looked on.

I’m not a weakling child to be buggered against his will, to watch as his family... 
No. He couldn’t go there. He’d show them.

Amyra’s response was heated and immediate. She drew Dylan into her arms, and he allowed it, as she surrounded him with that scent. She pulled back, stared at him with her dark knowing eyes, and then brushed her lips over his mouth one more time as if sealing a deal.

More of that scent, stronger more pungent, enveloped him. The woman’s cool tongue danced against his, their bodies molded together. Her body was lush, a perfect haven for an aroused man. Close up, she was even more beautiful and alluring than she’d been when he studied her come-hither look from across the room.

Fuck her. Here. Now. His body urged him on. He slipped one hand between them and lifted her skirt. She was wet for him. Ready. He was prepared to take her right there in front of everyone if she’d let him. He was painfully harder than he had ever been—aching, needing to let go. If they didn’t move into the shadows soon he wouldn’t last.

“No need for haste. We have luxurious rooms upstairs.” Niccolai’s voice soothed Dylan’s desperation as Amyra arms wrapped around him and her cool lips brushed over his. No one except Evie had ever held him. He’d never allowed it. So why did it feel so right?

Other arms, more powerful arms, embraced him from behind. Male. A different feeling, warmth, emotional attachment, brotherly concern.

Her companion. A different scent, yet similar. Dylan didn’t breathe. Lost in the moment, the erotic sensations, and the scent, he suddenly didn’t care. The other body moved against his, compressing him between them. There was no mistaking the inimitable outline of a rigid length pressed against his hip. What should have felt threatening to him, or at the very least should have worried him or turned his stomach, didn’t. There was no fear in this physical contact, just contentment. What purpose would questioning their motives serve? Instead, he savored the peace he found in their arms and the lust their presence sent to his groin. Two such different bodies, one so soft, the other so hard, and the ever-present alluring fragrance hypnotized him.
Another set of cool lips grazed the hot flesh of his neck. The cool breath against his skin was followed by a sharp twinge of pain and searing heat. His cock swelled, his balls rose tightly against his body, and the familiar tingling tension shot up his spine readying for that explosive moment of release, that instant of pleasure.

Copyright all rights reserved Eliza March

Friday, June 20, 2014

#amwriting #Edits, edits, and more edits...When do you say "Whoa!"

Sometimes it's time to close the file, and if you can't do that then close the laptop. Walk away. Come back when you've had time to think through your story. You know the spot. The one you're agonizing over. The one you know you need to rewrite, but it's just not clear in your head. Go get it smoothed out in your mind, let it percolate for a while, then head back to the task at hand.

Just as importantly is knowing when to stop. You can change out words from your thesaurus all day long and if the action isn't right, and the conflict isn't there, switching from "know" to "discover" isn't going to make a difference.

If your opening is slow. Go back and fix it. Readers need to care in the first few pages if you're going to keep the ADD crowd happy. Remember we get 10 minutes of (thirty second) commercials now for every five minutes of programming. It's no wonder we can't stay on track for more than a few minutes at a time. I started reading again to avoid TV programs I didn't get a chance to get into before we were on to something else.

At some point, you have to let it go. It's like sending the baby birds out of the nest. You hope it flies.

My first romance without erotic elements Witch's Tattoo will be coming out at The Wild Rose Press in September or October in their Halloween Anthology. I struggle with sexual conflict because I'm usually an instant gratification kind of girl. You usually get a little satisfied in most of my books, right up front and then all the way through. LOL No really, it's the truth. So holding back almost killed me. Sexual frustration ruled for several weeks and whew! I'm relieved that's over.

Another problem was turning the sex act into an emotional act. Instead of sexual details (an instruction manual for various positions and practices) I entered the character's head and experienced the scene as a series of emotions. I loved it.

Next time when I have more than 15000 words to work with, I'll try combing the two methods. Okay I'm kidding. I've already done that in a couple of my books. You tell me which ones.

Monday, June 16, 2014

Too hot to play soccer? Try Florida in August!

I'm a soccer mom and now a soccer grandma. My husband, my son and my daughter coach and I've spent years critiquing from the sidelines. One of the comments the other day struck me as strange...talking about the heat and humidity...tough on these professional players.

Really? I had had a hard time empathizing after spending years  watching my kids play. I even suffered heat stroke standing on the sidelines watching a tournament my daughter was playing in. During those years, my kids played sick, injured and in rain, cold, and temperatures over 100 degrees and humidity stuck at 99% at times. My sons and daughter. They weren't getting paid. They were playing for the prestige of winning a tournament, state championship, or national championship. No different than these pros who are representing their country in the FIFA WORLD CUP.

The president of FIFA said women should wear shorter shorts if they want to improve their international popularity, and I groaned. Those girls in those tournaments under stifling conditions or freezing rain were world class athletes, not bimbos looking for male attention. When will the world recognize our daughters want to enjoy the competition as much as our sons?

I am the mother of five children; three girls, two boys, all athletes. Two grandsons who play soccer and a grand daughter who will. (She just learned to walk but she can kick a soccer ball.)

Monday, June 9, 2014

WITCH OF AIR AND FIRE - Great Price on Trade Paperback

This is a 22,000 word novella rated Adult Only

The Trade Paperback is available for $4.99 today at

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Background Mythology

 At one time, the Sidhe, the Fae people of the Tuatha Da Danann, controlled the elements, and all the worlds were one until black magic blocked the portals and trapped the light Sidhe in the Otherworld, keeping their sworn guardians from the elements.
These guardians, called Keepers, were to protect the power of the elements from evil, but were unable to leave the Otherworld. The gods granted the Sidhe one night to pass through the Veil and gather the elements. Dividing them for safe keeping, they hid part of the powers within each Keeper then scattered them to the far edges of the Earth.
Most Keepers were immortal, but the Fates’ twisted logic occasionally bestowed the Sidhe with a gifted mortal Keeper whose soul reincarnated. To fulfill the prophecy, protecting the world and the elements from the dark magic, the Chosen Keeper would have to claim the powers for himself and return the elements to the light Sidhe in the Otherworld.

For eons, the evil ones controlled the daemons and the portals to the Underworld. With that ability, using powerful black magic millennia ago, the dark Sidhe stole into the Chosen’s heart and possessed him. Now the Droughan, the ultimate daemon, shares the Chosen’s mind and body, but in order for the final prophecy to be fulfilled, the Chosen will have to gain control of his daemon, gather the elements of power, and return them to the Stone.


He growled a low deep sound. The Droughan within struggled to get out.
“Too bad, daemon, she’s mine,” he snarled, fighting back the monster. “I am the master of the Sea and tonight, I will claim you as mine.”
She would be his—his chosen mate. Theirs was a fated Bond, one for all eternity, if she would agree to take him willingly. He intended to convince her to accept him, all of him in every way, just as he’d planned while he’d waited all these centuries. He would keep the beast within him at bay—he had to. He only had tonight to bind her to him.
Tomorrow the Veil between the Otherworld and the mortal world would open. Regan, the earth wizard, would come. Cian needed his friend to keep her alive, but already he was thinking of ways to keep her for himself. The Veil would remain open for one night only. On Samhain. This eve, he’d have her to himself, but tomorrow…he’d to share her with another for the sake of all the worlds.
The growl of denial choked him. Never again, not after tomorrow night.
With his eyes locked on hers, he sent his thoughts deep into her mind. Mentally his mouth ravished hers, nipping her full bottom lip, and he tasted the salt from the air on her skin as his tongue followed her jaw line to the soft sensitive skin below her ear. He traced a path to her breasts and suckled her nipples through the thin material.
She gasped. Her body shuddered with her orgasm and he smiled. She’d climaxed for him so easily. He couldn’t wait to actually touch her in this life.
Could he take solace in having only this one night while she belonged to him alone? Tomorrow he had to start building her resistance, her strength. For that, he’d need help from the earth wizard. Damn the Fates! He’d need Candace, Regan, and the Trinity ceremony to fulfill the prophecy.
After waiting all these years for her birth, he couldn’t lose Candace to the Droughan, or risk her safety in anyway.

Tomorrow, yes tomorrow, Regan would come through the Veil to help. Tomorrow, Cian was sure. Well, maybe he wasn’t so certain, but he prayed Regan would agree to the ceremony. If he didn’t, the mortal world would come to a quick end when the daemons gathered control over the elements and took back possession of the Veil.

Saturday, June 7, 2014

Can't Wait? Witch of Air and Fire Pre Sale link

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If you can't wait for the other sites to put this up, WITCH OF AIR AND FIRE is available at this link for $1.98 in all electronic formats.


Cian stopped before he touched her, and shuddered, visibly shaken by his powerful need for her. He knew touching her now would be a mistake. He wouldn’t be able to control himself and the Droughan, too.

He paused to gather his senses, casting up shields. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to stop the daemon in him from taking her right now, the way it demanded. The beast could kill her, and that would mean the end of everything. He could feel the Droughan’s insistence—feel the rampaging lust growing within him.

The daemon took pleasure in projecting. The monster threw images into his mind as Cian struggled to block them from Candace. The images made him wince with horror as they overwhelmed him. Images of the Droughan ravishing her virgin body, ripping into her with his gigantic hideous cock, pumping relentlessly into every one of her orifices, filled Cian’s mind. As he imagined hearing her scream out in pain, begging for his mercy, the daemon howled with laughter, enjoying the victory over him.

The beast’s breathless lust and enormous erection shamed Cian. The Droughan induced arousal with his visions of violence, bondage, and mutilation—those actions he planned for his conquest—had Cian aching with need.

He would have nothing to do with conquering Candace. He’d protect her with his life.

The Droughan fought back. He showed Cian how he would kill Candace after fucking her. Long fangs protruded from his mouth—Cian’s mouth. He slashed her throat open and drank her blood until he drained her. Then to add to his horror, the daemon continued the images. Cian saw himself tear into her pale, fragile skin until he’d shred her to pieces. The daemon had held him captive within his own body, and forced him to kill the other half of his soul.

Cian shook off the fear, swearing he would fight the daemon within him with his last dying breath if necessary.

So this first time, this once at least, he would show Candace patience. He’d make her wait a little longer, and she would have tenderness for her first time.

He put his robe back on and watched the disappointment reach her eyes before her sanity returned. She blushed from her gorgeous blonde roots to her tiny toes. He dropped his eyes from hers. Cotton candy painted toenails matched her erect dusky nipples and the little pink clit poking through her wet swollen lips. He wanted to taste them, taste her—all of her.

Instead, he shivered with desire as he gently touched her robe, drawing the edges together, covering her nakedness. “Come with me. I’ll show you everything.”

Friday, June 6, 2014

Contract is up ... Reversal of Rights ... Why I Self Published

I pushed PUBLISH.  Reversal of Rights

I revised this previously published book and self published it with all the re-edits and new ending. When this book was contracted by my previous publisher, they wanted me to change the ending to conform to sales trends ... so I did. I think it's bothered me ever since. Kind of ruined the book for me all this time. So when my five year contract was up, I was determined to correct the injustice done to the story. I also toned down the language (not the actions) although you may wonder how rough it was before if you read it now, because it's still very gritty.

The BUY LINKS will be up this weekend, and I'll be posting them here for you and adding this book to the Book Page if you want to check back later. You know you can find me on Amazon KINDLE, NOOK, and most of the standard eBook distributions sites. 

M/M/F menage novella 22,000+ words
"Imagine a soul-mate reaching deep into your dreams, someone who waited centuries for you. That's Cian, the ultimate lover and consummate hero on so many levels. Candace, the spunky virgin witch with the powers to fulfill an ancient prophecy, was nothing the wizards expected and everything Cian and Regan needed. Would two alpha males share sex to keep the woman they need safe and the world from destruction? I raise questions and the characters answer them." ~ Eliza ~

~~ Fate has a way of playing silly games with immortals~~

Cian is the only being capable of initiating the unfolding of the events foretold in the Prophecy. However,as the Chosen, he must claim his soul mate first.

After waiting centuries for his partner to be reborn, she should be his equal—as powerful as he—physically capable of handling the daemon possessing him, capable of freeing him from the immortal Droughan. However, the Fates gave him Candace, a young, inexperienced witch who looks more like an ethereal fairy than a first-level witch entrusted with an ancient power...and she's a virgin.

Initiating any woman, let alone a virgin, in the Trinity ceremony wouldn't be easy while the daemon possesses Cian, but the Sea wizard calls on his friend Regan, the Earth wizard to protect his soul mate.