Cajun Taking Over

It's been like...um, a long time since I blogged. Y'all can stand in line to spank me and I promise not to enjoy it too much ;)

Life has been crazy. I mean, insane. Seriously. After October it seemed as though someone hit the warp speed button and I got caught up in living life and trying to put a new book out.

That happened by the way. Not the warp speed thing, but the book release. The first book in a multi-author series, Touched by Lightning, came out on Valentine's Day. I like to call it a cross between The Crow and X-Men. It's dark. I won't lie about that. There's a lot of tragedy in the book, but there's also humor and hopefully, readers will get where I was going with the story. That there's hope and happiness waiting for us all. We just have to work to find it.

But I'm not here to get all heavy and shit. This is the Cabal of Hotness blog, not the Danica Sometimes Feels Like A Broody Teenager blog. Heh.

So what to write about? *ponders* Oh! I know!

I've been asked by a few family members about me writing something without all that sex in it. I thought about it long and hard (pun intended) and realized I'm not sure I could write a book without sex in it. Sure, I could probably write something that isn't a romance at all and not have sex in it, but when I think of romance books, of characters falling in love, the physical side of that love is a big part of it for me. And sure, I could probably do a closed doors story, but where's the fun in that?

You're more honest when you're fucking. Can I say that here? *looks for the police* Sex is intimate, of course. It's two, or more bodies coming together in the most basic of ways. It should be about losing yourself in the moment, forgetting about what society says is right or wrong, letting the real you surface and seeing the real person in your partner(s). That's what sex should be and that's what I try to convey in a romance.

To me, the act of making love, fucking, sex, whatever you want to call it, should be the time when you're your most vulnerable and open. And not being able to see it when it happens in a book means you're missing out on something vital to the story, to the relationship between the characters. You're only getting a glimpse of what they've done together instead of each nitty, gritty detail. Does it have to be vulgar? You know, all graphic? Not really, but it sure is fun.

And that's the problem for me. I want my stories to be raw, true. Life is messy. Sex should be messy and loud. So I guess I won't be writing a closed doors story any time soon.

What do y'all think? I know most of y'all are erotic romance readers, but is it the sex, or is it the true connection between the characters as their relationship grows that draws you the most?

Also, because I have y'all undivided attention *cough* I'm going to plug my latest erotic romance, Touched by Lightning. Out now!


Book one in the Love’s Defenders series.

When empath Gyda St. Germaine is rescued from a sex-trafficking ring, she vows vengeance on her tormentors. Aided by two distinct personalities who bolster her powers, she becomes a vigilante, hungry for revenge. Her path of retribution tosses her into the arms of an Order of Themis Siphon and her world is turned upside down. Fighting her past takes a backseat to her all-consuming desire for the man whose honor and sense of justice go against everything she believes.

The moment electricity manipulator Brit Harper stumbled across a feral woman with a bloody knife, his life changed. Black and white becomes gray as the scales of justice tip. Fascinated by her strength and the darkness in her eyes, he vows to teach her the true meaning of justice, and help her explore the passion sizzling between them. But when the evil haunting Gyda’s dreams returns in the flesh, he’ll have to choose between his beliefs and the woman he loves.

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The Cajun Hotness Theme Song Montage

Well, it isn't really a montage because I'm not clipping things together, but I couldn't think of a better word. I happen to adore music, in case you didn't know that already. I do a What's Playing Wednesday blog post where I post songs I'm listening to or I follow along with a musical theme and I just recently started Freaky on Fridays where I post songs that get me ready for the weekend.

So when I saw this was the blog theme for this week...I could barely contain myself. Because really, I can't pick just one song. There are too many that appeal to different parts of my personality. Like this first song appeals to my geeky side. I love 70s rock, grew up listening to it all and this one is just like...I don't know, it's a perfect one when I'm feeling all groovy and cool...well, in my mind

Love me some Blue Oyster Cult. It was actually one of the first albums I owned. It wasn't this one but Fire of Unknown Origin...okay, you didn't want to know that...Moving on!

If I'm feeling angsty and like I want to take on the world? That's when I bring in my heavy metal stuff. It could be anything from old school Black Sabbath (Paranoid is a fantastic album and I learned to play the title song on bass) to modern day Slipknot or Avenged Sevenfold. But for today's post, I'm going with A7X (Avenged Sevenfold). "Bat Country" is just...well, it's a great metal song and I think the video is kind of fun. And if you can't look at M. Shadows (the lead singer) and see cuteness, then we need to get your eyes checked, sha!


But I'm not always all hardcore. I like to get groovy, or pretend to at least. I'm not much of a dancer and if you listen to Griffin, I pseudo-dance...you know, stand there and shake particular parts of my body in what I think (or hope) is a rhythmic fashion. I feel like that guy in the Dos Equis commercials. "I don't always dance, but when I do, I try to pretend I know what I'm doing."

As for what I listen to...hm, one song guaranteed to get me off my butt and moving is probably Jay-Z's "Can I Get A"...It's because the song came out when I was in college and when we used to go drinking, it was what usually played.

I could keep this up all day. There are songs I have to listen to when I'm driving (and those I can't listen to if I want to avoid a ticket), then I have woe-is-me-I'm-so-depressed music (usually hair band power ballads), or I'm-writing-so-fast-I-can't-even-think music. And then I have songs that just make me feel kind of happy and bouncy.

Like the last one. It's by the Bouncing Souls and we used to sing at college football games. Okay, yes, I was a band nerd. I was in band from fifth grade until my 3rd year of college with only a short break in 10th grade. I'm a band nerd and I'm proud of it. And "Ole" is lots of fun.

So, what kind of music mood are you in today?

Hotness Happens - Part Seven

It's time for the newest installment of the Cabal of Hotness' first multi-author novella. Click the links to read Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four, Part Five and Part Six to catch up on the story!


To Ryan's complete shock, Steele eyes lit up when they saw him and God help him, his boss' little dick grew. A centimeter. He wasn't looking of course. It just sort of...caught his eye because Steele's cock looked a little like a grub worm except not as ribbed or wiggly. Then he realized he was staring at it again. And he swore it waved. No, that wasn't a wave, it was Steele walking ever closer with his undersized junk hanging out. Antoinette's eyes were wide and startled, but the horrified shock began to wear off when she saw Ryan's reaction.

"Are you here to watch?," Steele asked as his hand came up to stroke his...grub worm. That was the only comparison Ryan could make because it definitely wasn't a cock. "Here to see me give this gorgeous woman the kind of orgasm you only read about in books and erotic spoofs?"

"Um." Yeah, he'd like to see Steele try. Ryan had been married to her for years, dated her for longer than that, was toting around a solid ten inches of cock and had the kind of oral skills that he'd learned from that sex class she made him take a few years ago and he still couldn't get her off all that easily. If his boss thought that tiny cock was going to make Antoinette come harder than she ever had before...Hell yeah, he'd like to see it.

"Sure," he said with a confident smile. "Let's see what you got, boss man."

Steele flashed a grin at Ryan and turned on his heel to face Antoinette again.

"My dear," he called holding a hand out to her.

She sashayed over, gorgeous body flashing at them and leaving Ryan rock hard all over again. He could really use a pair of her underwear right about now, the thought of finally getting one up over his boss was that sexy.

Antoinette slid her hand into Steele's and the minute their skin touched, her eyes widened again and the air in the atmosphere of the bathroom changed.

The Armchair Traveller

For the last...three or four years, the closest thing I've come to a vacation has been the trips I take to conferences. Don't get me wrong, I adore going to conferences and meeting writers and readers. It's fun and it gets me away from the house. (which is always good)

Since I had shoulder surgery three weeks ago though, the only things I've seen have been the doctor's office, the physical therapist's office and my house. Oh and television. I've been watching a lot of television and reading a lot. And napping. Napping has been happening a lot as well. And as I watch those shows about far off destinations, of uncluttered beaches, of sparkling blue seas, all I can think of is some place cool and quiet.

I dream of snow, of not melting into a heap of skin and bones the minute I step outside my door. Hello summer. I hate you so much. It reminds me of the year I worked on the riverboat cruise. It was July and we were in Wisconsin. I walked four miles with another boat worker. We were both from south Louisiana and were completely stunned at how cool the weather was. We didn't sweat. We didn't have to stop frequently and rehydrate. We marched and walked and it was fabulous.

So where would I like to be right now? Someplace where the temperature is roughly around 70 degrees at the most. Cooler would be even better. Especially if I have to stay in this bloody sling. I've had the a/c in my house on 65 and a fan on me for three weeks. Can we say I'm hot? Because I am and not in the "Omg, did you see how sexy D looks with her bandana, no make-up and pjs on?" because that'd be a total lie.

Hope everyone has a great Friday! Enjoy this song from Depeche Mode because I don't have pictures to dazzle you with.

I'm rambling, but you have to understand this is the first time I've blogged in three weeks. And I'm quite possibly still tripping on painkillers. Oh! I also have a book coming out next week. Woot-woot! The third book in the Cajun Heat series comes out July 3. Is it a coincidence that it's being released the same day as The Lone Ranger? I think not. I think they planned it because they knew Primal Flavor was coming out and Disney wanted to cash in on my release day. *snort*

Anyway, here's a little bit about Colette and Zach's story: 

Book three in the Cajun Heat series.

Being a human in a parish filled with shifters, Colette Robicheaux has learned to be tough as nails. A hunter with the kind of lethal skills that make most men nervous, all it takes is a single hot look from Zachary Trahan to make her melt into a puddle of goo. And this tiger shifter doesn’t fight fair, using his hot body and his many skills in the kitchen to melt her panties. But there’s a danger in the swamps that threatens to tear them apart, an evil that could turn this hunter into prey.

When chef Zachary Trahan took a break from work to hunt, the last thing he expected to find was his mate. A human huntress with a hot temper, a quick trigger finger and the kind of body destined to keep him up at night, Colette makes his tiger purr. He’ll have to fight his stubborn mate, her impossible family and the threat hiding in the swamps before he can finally claim her for his own.

The Most Annoyingly Awesome Songs

You know what I'm talking about. You're riding along in the car, skimming through what seems like a million radio stations trying to find something decent to listen to when you hear it. You have a reputation to maintain as a cool person...but when you hear it, you stop. Just a small pause because you tell yourself you want to be certain you're hearing what you think you're hearing.

Then once you've confirmed that yes, this is a song that—although you know all the words because it came out when you were dating this guy, or hanging with this group of people, this is a song you don't want to listen to. But you leave it on that station. "There's nothing else on," you tell yourself as you tap your fingers on the steering wheel (or the keyboard if you're listening at home). "I'll just listen to this torture until something better comes on."

And then you sing this line...or hum that refrain...and next thing you know, you're going all friggin' out, singing along to this song that you swear is the most annoying song in the world and you're never going to it again!

Yes, I'm giving out awards to the top five songs that get me every single time despite my coolness. I swear it isn't my fault. It's like the fates want to mock me.

#5 - Journey's "Don't Stop Believing"

Don't get me wrong. This is a great song. I mean...it's Journey for crying out loud. But it ruins my image as a kick ass metal head. And it shouldn't be used as a wedding song. For anyone. Sorry. But no. Just don't do it. When I hear this, I think of the Olympics or something. It's not sexy.

#4 - Kelis' "Milkshake"

Maybe it's jealousy because I don't have very much milkshake to shake around. That means boobs, right? Because I'm not as blessed in that department as some people. *coughs at Sasha and Griffin* But I still sing the song...Even though I sort of keep seeing my cousin's husband singing...

#3 - Queen's "Bohemian Rhapsody"

Actually, I adore this song and it has nothing to do with Wayne's World. This song has everything a closet car singer could possibly need. It has great lyrics, soaring soprano parts with plenty of opera to appease your inner Pavarotti. Then there's the hard rockin' guitars, the sweeping solos...it's just a great song and it doesn't fit with my kick ass image. It's a guilty pleasure.
#2 - Vanilla Ice's "Ice Ice Baby"

I don't care who you are. If you grew up in the 90's, you're going to know this song. Now, you might be lucky and it doesn't faze you. But if you're anything like me, the minute you hear that opening beat with the high-hat? You're ready to rap along and do that neck/body wobble thing he used to do. Right? I'm not alone in this, am I?
#1 - Aqua's "Barbie Girl"

Don't hate me for the earworms! I don't care what mood I'm in, or what I've just listened to (it could be Johnny Cash or Slipknot), if I hear this song I have to stop and listen to it. Even though it irritates me, it drives me insane and I can picture this video down to the plastic horse...I still sing it. Ever friggin' time.

Y'all are welcome.

What songs torment you on a regular basis?

It's A Natural Talent

I think I'm wrapping up the month for the Cabal on the topic of what we would do if we weren't writers. Which is just an absurd topic. (Sorry Sasha) But I couldn't imagine not being a writer. I seriously remember being young...seven or so and writing a story for class. It was better than anything I'd previously read. In my own mind.

So to come up with jobs on par with my life as a writer? Pshaw!

Okay, y'all know I'm full of it right? Because I'm not a full-time writer. I wish I was. I can see myself now riding young bulls around the world in the name of research. Everything I did would be in the name of research.

Danica in Jamaica stuffing money into some sexy man's G-string and doing a little feel around. "What? I just wanted to see how much they can fit in there!"

Danica in England sweet talking a Brit out of his pants. "What? I wanted to find out if it was true that British men don't come, they arrive."

You get the idea.

But as a writer, I can expand my imagination to see life without putting words to paper. *thinks hard*

I'd totally be a talent scout. Not singing or acting, but erotic dancing. I'd have a lovely chair with my name in big, shiny letters, a cabana boy with muscles and very little clothing kneeling next to me feeding me chocolate while another massages my feet. Then, in front of me, man after man with muscles and beautiful smiles and sexy moves do a little show. Like this gorgeous man who happens to be a real dancer. Oh Chase...

And they would dance their little hearts out just for me in the hopes of making it to Danica's Dangling Dongs All Male Revue...

Sorry, I'm laughing at myself so hard I can't continue. Oh it would be a marvelous thing if I could pick my own job. Truth is, if I wasn't writing, I'd be a regular person who works five days a week, spends their weekends trying to catch up on sleep and reading as much as possible. That wouldn't change at all.

But life would be a lot more boring without my writing and my writing friends and all the hard, difficult, steamy research I'd have to do for my books.

Did You Say Dessert Isle?

Because that sounds awesome.

I'm not much of a water person, so I don't really see myself ever ending up near a deserted island. Sure, sure, I live in Bayou Country which means I kind of live on an island already, but I have modern conveniences here and I'm not giving them up without a fight.

But I'm a writer, I can make this shit up as I go along, right? Right. *cracks her knuckles*

Five things I'd take with me on a deserted island...My first question is, do I have a lot of money before I go? Like, can I buy whatever I need before I go? 'Cause that would change my answers. No? Okay fine!

1. A really long extension cord. Because there is no way in hell I'm going to be stuck out there without being able to charge up my Kindle or my laptop. The laptop is so I can write about my adventures on the island. Sure, I probably won't have internet service, but there has to be 3G somewhere around, right? Or satellites pointing in my direction. I can order books...and maybe send out a message now and then "Yo, send cookies" (can you tell I'm dieting?) and...if I had access, I could ask for help coudn't I? I'm so smart!

2. Which brings into mind my second most coveted item. With my super-savvy S.O.S, the U.S. Navy will catch my signal and dispatch a team of highly trained, highly sexy Navy S.E.A.L.S. to rescue me. They'll arrive with all of their survival gear, chocolate and solar powered equipment and then their boat will tragically sink never to be seen again. And then I'm left on the island with this:

3. Once my harem uh, heh, my rescuers are stuck, it's just a matter of time before they get to work preparing my our home. Nothing too grand, mind you. Just a little shelter to keep us out of the weather, to shield us from the sun...and worthy of my magnificence. Oh, and so they have plenty of room to spread out.

4. I don't think I'd need anything else after that. I don't want to seem greedy you know? The other deserted people would probably kick me out of the club for having excessive good fortune or something. All I'd really need is an endless supply of food and this and I'd be set for life:

And speaking of excessive good fortune, I had a book release this week. Dean's List, my EC for Men Quickie, is now out with Ellora's Cave. Check it out for more fantasies. Of a completely different kind.

A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different beauty every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

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Making 2013 My Bitch

Yeah, I said it.

Mostly for shock value. It's Thursday. This is not my usual blogging day, but I'm being greedy and blogging twice this week. What? You heard me, TWICE. Twice the Cajun spice, two times the sheer awesomeness that is moi. And now that I've inflated my ego, I'll float away to Cover Model Land where muscular men with an aversion to clothing feed me chocolate and rub my...feet *cough* all day while I write smut.

*dreamy sigh* I wish 2013 would be like that. Because that would be hardcore. In more ways than one. Bwahaha

But really, 2013 is looking to be a great year. The Cabal of Hotness has unleashed the Kracken once already and now that she's out, she's wreaking havoc on ze world! She's knocking down skyscrapers with her big boobs and snatching up all the sexy men for herself, the greedy bitch. The second volume of Fondled and Gobbled comes out tomorrow, volumes 3 and 4 are in the works and I'm gathering allies for another anthology (which shall remain secret).

In non-Cabal news, I have an upcoming release in Dean's List, a naughty EC for Men Quickie which comes out March 20. It's for men, but I think the womenz can read it too.

I also have a ton of books planned for the year. This is unusual for me. Normally, I do the four or five book goal, but this time there's so much to do, it looks as though I'll be aiming for at least nine releases this year. Providing my editors like my work *bites her nails* Oh and lest I forget, there are a ton of books I'm waiting to read. Oooh, so many that I'm going to have to start buying the cheap kitty litter to afford them.

And then there are the conferences. OMG, I'm so ready for another conference. I'm looking forward to RT in Kansas City. We are going to tear it up. I'm telling y'all, it's going to be wild. They're not going to know what hit them. Someone remind me to tell Kinky we might need to increase our bail money kitty. Then there's RomantiCon. If you haven't registered yet, you might want to get on that. Yeah, it's going to be epic. The Cabal is going to be there in full-friggin-force. Canton might need to expand to accommodate us for four decadent days.

What are you looking forward to this year?

A quick romp in his home office with his family upstairs. A roadside quickie in his car after picking up a stranded motorist. A dominating woman who uses and abuses him in the most delicious of ways. These are just a few things that make Dean McKnight the luckiest man alive. Top it off with a successful career, a wonderful family and a hot, adventurous wife, and Dean couldn’t be happier.

With the option of having a different woman every night of the week, Dean’s list is packed with women who fulfill all his darkest fantasies. He just never knows which one will show up next.

An EC for Men contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave

Cabal of Hotness: Released onto the world!

The moment you've all been waitng for is finally here.

The Cabal of Hotness Present:

Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It

How did the madness begin? Well, Nine authors met at Ellora's Cave Romanticon 2012, and a writing and support group was formed: the Cabal of Hotness. We decided it would be fun to do a series of erotic spoofs, and after pitching the idea to Ellora's Cave, Fondled and Gobbled was born.

Blurb:
The perfect man—with the imperfect cock and oral skills. The Dom who isn’t a dom, and the man who proves it to him. The alien with dessert-flavored semen and three cocks. The older man (a kajillionaire with a penthouse in Seattle…) who has limitless ability to come all night with his naïve little virgin. A woman on a diet who craves a feast of meat and finds herself five Broadshaft Brothers who can deliver.

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine, this isn’t it! This is a series of spoofs, parodies, just-for-fun lighthearted take-offs. It’s for all us longtime, hard-core romance readers who can laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

You can read even more erotic spoofs and goofs in Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back for Seconds available February 22nd.

Snippets:
*Danica Avet’s Cookie Bound: *
His hands reached for my bra, but I shook my head and gave him a little
shove in the direction of the sofa. My boobs were far too saggy to be seen
in the light of day and the only way my bra was coming off in front of him
was with a court order and a crowbar.

*Lea Barrymire’s Moonlust Paradise:*
She didn’t want to let his cock out of her mouth. Mumbling around his dick
she tried to answer, but it came out garbled. “Mithy.”
“You must remove my cock from your mouth. I didn’t understand you and the
translation chip didn’t catch what you said.”

*Cassandra Carr’s Wild Fantasy Hero:*
“Baby girl?” her man said from the couch. “I need you again.”
“Again? But the last time we had sex was only a few hours ago. I haven’t
even had my protein shake.”
“I’ll give you a protein shake.” Grey waggled his eyebrows and Steele
frowned.

*Piper Trace’s Slave to the Sausage:*
They closed in on her… Five muscled studs, large and tanned and in
possession of delicious sausage secrets shared only amongst themselves.
Emily instantly dropped the package, the condoms, her diet plan and her
good intentions and squealed as five sets of strong hands carried her like
their new toy to the kitchen table she’d set for one

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Cajun Spice Is Nice

Sometimes. Okay, I'm hardly ever "nice". I much prefer being naughty. And why wouldn't I when there are beautiful men to ogle and pretend you're going to lick but then fake it out and ask them for an interview. I didn't do that, by the way. It was all a conference-induced hallucination. I would never lick a complete stranger. No mater how muscular and half-naked they are with their dimples and jeans barely clinging to their butts...


I'm sorry, I got a little sidetracked there. Uh...I didn't try to lick Taylor Cole. It was actually Nick Sota I didn't try to lick, but that isn't the point.

Right. Introducing me. Who is me? Me...I mean, I am a multi-published author with books available through Siren Publishing, Evernight Publishing and Ellora's Cave. It's funny how quickly I transformed from a budding, blushing romance author to raunchy erotic romance writer. Well, maybe not completely raunchy. That didn't happen until I came into contact with the other Cabal members. They sort of influenced my inner raunchy...person. But in six months, I went from blushing while writing sex scenes to writing spoofs of sex scenes. I think Crystal Meth has that kind of reaction time. I don't know for certain, but I'm almost positive the Cabal might be bad for my health.

Okay, fine! I'm a dirty woman! It isn't easy being this naughty, you know. But one day, when I'm a little old lady with a handsome, muscular orderly sitting on her lap, I'll be the one all the young girls envy and want to be like. Why? Because this much awesome doesn't go away over time. It only increases.

Not really.

The truth is, I'm a good bullshitter. I can tell the most absurd statements with a straight face. (Ask those who were present during the sex position readings at RomantiCon 2012.) I like to laugh and have a good time. Drama and I are not friends, unless I'm purposely mocking my teenage relatives. I've lived in south Louisiana all my life and couldn't imagine living anywhere else despite the oppressive heat, the mosquitoes, the hurricanes and the abundant wildlife that can eat you (that's why I don't venture into the swamps alone...I want a 50/50 chance of survival). I love to read, I love to write, I adore ogling mostly naked men. Did I say that already? Damn. Did I mention I've also managed to interview some hotties? Not the street team hotties, either, but this kind of hottie:

Yum.

*looks around* Is this post almost finished? Can I stop yet?

Other than the upcoming Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It where I write about bad sex and massive vibrators which comes out February 6, I have an upcoming release with Ellora's Cave for their EC for Men line. The working title is Dean's List and it's h.o.t. Yowsa! Unfortunately I don't have an official cover or blurb or anything yet since it was just accepted last week, but as soon as those details are available, I'll share them with y'all. Because I expect some serious pimping.

*sings Big Pimpin'*

I have lots of other books as well if you want to check them out. Head over to my author's page for more deets. In the meantime, welcome to the Orgy of Insanity, folks!

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