Sunday, June 30, 2013

Who is the HOTTEST MALE in Literature: Voting Day 1

As part of our 4th of July Fireworks Frenzy, we are looking for the HOTTEST MALE in Literature.  

1.  Nominate/Vote by listing the name and book and/or series in the comments below.
2.  If already listed--DO IT AGAIN- the guy listed most wins, so hit reply and second or third that nomination!
3.  You can vote once a day--so come back everyday to vote on that day's post.
4.  Any MALE in Literature is eligible.
5.  Contest runs June 30-July 4, midnight, Central Standard Time.


Every voter will be eligible to win the Feast of Hotness, a basket of 21 books and ebooks.  You must leave us a way to contact you.  If we can't contact you, the next person wins.  Names will be selected by

You can find the complete list of books & rules on 4th of July tab on the toolbar or by clicking here.

Each day we will look at some of the Hotties found in the prize basket, donated by 13 Authors:

- Lisa Renee Jones - 

If I Were You and Being Me from the Inside Out series

When Sara tries to find Rebecca, she becomes involved with Hottie Chris, a talented and tortured artist.  But she also feels the pull of Hottie Mark, her boss and mentor at the art gallery. Whom will she choose?  And which one is responsible for Rebecca's disappearance?

- Aoife Brennan -

 The Cougar Diaries, Part 1

After 5 years of being separated from her husband, Aoifre is ready to date again, often with hilarious results.  The Cougar Diaries follows her sexual exploits as she manages children, divorce, work, and aging parents.  Her first date is with Hottie "Chris the Sex God", a bartender from Greece who is vacationing in Ireland.  If you call spending an entire weekend alone in an English Manor a date  {wink}. 

- J.M. Madden -

Embattled Hearts from the Lost and Found series

Shannon Murphy wasn’t really looking for love, but finds herself hopelessly attracted to the sex-on-wheels former Marine, [Hottie] John Palmer. Injured in the Iraqi war, the man is grumpy and nearly impossible to work with, but his brand of masculinity appeals to her on a basic level. When an old enemy tries to settle a vendetta against Shannon, John insists on protecting her.

Time to Nominate your candidate for HOTTEST MALE in Literature by writing his name and book/series in the comments below. 

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Time to Light the Fire: The first annual 4th of July Fireworks Frenzy

Who is the 
 in Literature?

Inner Goddess is burning up her blog to find out who you think is the hottest male in literature. 

The Voting:

1. The character with the most nominations WINS! Who will you nominate?
2. You can return to the blog once each day to nominate a character from June 30-July 4.
3.  If your guy has already been nominated--Nominate him again!  The most noms is the winner! 
4.  Any male character in literature is eligible.  

The Contest:

You can win our Firework Frenzy Feast: a basket of hot fictional guy yumminess! 
That's up to 5 chances to win our basket of free books and swag just for nominating. PLUS, we're throwing in a 2014 FDNY calendar! (This contest is open Internationally and includes physical and ebooks.) Winner's name will be chosen at random by computerized randomizer.SEE PARTICIPATING AUTHORS BELOW


The Fireworks:

We will post about the books in the basket (and their super hot leading men) through out the voting June 30-July 4.   Post your nominations in the comments below.

And be sure to stop by after the fireworks die down on the 4th to see who won the title of "2013 HOTTEST MALE in Literature."

  The Frenzy: 

We will keep a nightly total in the toolbar tab, so you can see who is pulling ahead.  

The Feast:

The Fireworks Feast basket contains the following books:
Sherri Hayes -- signed copy of Red Zone
Corinne Davies -- ecopies of A copy of Claiming Destiny and a copy of Stealing Hope
Michelle Graham - ecopy of The Art of Love
Iyana Jenna -- ecopy of Release Me
Jess Buffett - ecopy of The Kayan's Mage
Tara Rose - 3signed books from Racy Nights series: Winning Her Racy Heart, Claiming Their Racy Sub, and Tempting Their Racy Shrink.
Beverly Price -ecopy of Unlucky
Kallypso Masters - first 4 ebooks
AB McKinley - 2 books from Kilted Desire series:  Sands of Betrayal and Russian Roulette
Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler - ecopy of Naughty Delights
JM Madden-- signed copy of Embattled Hearts
Lisa Renee Jones - If I WERE YOU and BEING ME
Aoife Brennan --The Cougar Diaries, part 1

Sunday, June 23, 2013

A Publication Checklist for Indie Authors (with a Covert Craving Blurb)

Jennifer James is a published author who recently decided to try self-publishing.  When I talked to her last spring, we had the idea of her chronicling her experience and writing a blog about it.  So fast forward three months later, and Jennifer has returned to Inner Goddess to tell us about self-publishing.  (you can read her first blog with us here)

by Jennifer James

So as I’m heading into my second Indie publication, I’ve run into some snags. While it kinda sucks that I’m now doing work I didn’t anticipate, and had to push back my expected release day, I happen to appreciate snags. Because snags are good teaching moments (after you’ve gotten over the “Oh crap, I’m losing my mind, why is this happening?” part). In light of that, I decided to create a checklist for myself that is actually written down and not just floating around in the crazy disaster of my brain.

So, this is my “Before you hit publish or announce anything, and then some” List.

1)      Book has been thoroughly critted. Hire an editor and proofreader. Get an estimated timeline of how long that process will take.

2)      Contact some cover artists and see who you gel with. (And who you can afford!) I happen to really like Leah Kaye Suttle, Fiona Jayde, and Mina Carter.

3)      Once you have a rough idea of when the editing will be done, start looking to book a blog tour with an estimated release date. Many of the big blogs fill up months in advance, especially if you’re looking for reviews. (I used Google forms for my last tour sign up, and that was so awesome. The spreadsheet output is a lifesaver. Stick an option for ARC review copies on your sign up form too!)

4)      Book is back? Get it formatted and start sending out ARCs. Set a firm pub date. This is also a good time to be making picture promo graphics and ask your followers to like and share them for some easy viral marketing. You can even put on the graphic “Coming to an e-reader near you on blahblahblah.”

5)      Set up a FB party. Maybe do a small cover reveal, blurb, and excerpt stop tour with a swag prize. Include a link to your FB party in the post.

6)      Release and tour. Experience wild success! Book your travel to other countries and dream destinations. (I wish. LOL)

There’s probably more that I’m missing from this list (Please, comment below and tell me so I can add it and save myself headaches!). But being prepared ahead of time will make the sometimes overwhelming world of Indie publishing a lot easier to handle. I love being able to have full control of my books….but that means FULL control. I’m responsible for everything right down to making sure that I set a good release date. With Covert Craving, everything was set…until a final read through by the proofer convinced me the book just wasn’t ready.

So here I am, pushing everything back. I’m convinced it’s the right thing to do, but I’ve been in a mad scramble since then. The most important step in this whole thing is probably number one. My book was edited and everything…and then I sent it for a proofread and she told me she loved the book, but what the f*ck was I doing leaving it with such an abrupt ending?

Success of a book is usually measured in years, the breakout bestseller that goes to the top of the charts in a week or two is very rare. Taking the time to be sure a book is one hundred percent ready to go, taking the time to really launch it well can be the difference between ecstatic readers and really irritated ones. As an Indie author, you’re responsible for every detail. So take your time, go step by step, and for the love of cheese puffs, don’t rush! (Or you’ll be like me, tearing your hair out and not sleeping.) 

Thank you, Jennifer, for such useful information!!!  It's great to see you were able to keep your sense of humor while pulling your hair out.  :)  And now it's time to see the fruit of your labour....

Covert Craving Blurb 

 She just stripped in front of an NYPD detective...

The glow-in-the-dark water at Camp Sunny Woods left Chloe Sanders with the ability to disappear from sight.

Thirteen years later, she uses her “gift” to take out criminals when she can. If she’s got to be part of a freak show, she’s going to do some good while in the buff.

And he’s enjoying studying every luscious curve…

Color blind detective Jacob Greiff smokes to weaken the overwhelming messages his nose sends him. One summer camp trip was enough for him. His priority right now is busting the vigilante leaving burglars tied up with panty hose and women’s scarves.

He thinks he’s hallucinating when he sees a petite, bare foot brunette in an enormous trench coat at his crime scenes because for the first time in years, he’s seeing someone in full color.

He’s not sure he’s buying it, but Chloe sure looks great when she’s “invisible.”

Despite his own supernatural abilities and the raging lust between them, Greiff wonders if Chloe isn’t some kind of nut who gets off on public nudity. She insists she can disappear from view when naked, that he’s the only one who can see her when she’s in the buff.

Their shared past comes to a treacherous intersection when a man shows up at Chloe’s apartment and informs them at gun point it’s time to report for duty—or else.

Covert Craving Giveaway

 To win an ecopy of Covert Craving by Jennifer James, tell us what superpower you would like to have.  A name from the comments will be chosen by  You must leave contact info so we can tell you that you won.  Contest ends Sat. June 29 at midnight Central Standard Time. 

Friday, June 21, 2013

July Spotlight Author and BoTM: Sherri Hayes' Finding Anna series

Every few months, on the discussion forum, we spotlight an author and do a book club reading of the his/her book(s).  We are excited to announce we will be placing Sherri Hayes in the Spotlight in July to look at her series Finding Anna, published at The Writers Coffee Shop.

I first met Sherri at the Texas Book Festival in October 2012.  A sixteen-year-old book festival, it was hosting an erotica symposium for the first time.  Under a big white tent, the cover of SLAVE caught my eye.  I enjoyed talking to Sherri very much and took my signed copy home to read.  I absolutely loved it!  I raved to all my friends. TinkNCognito also fell in love. Then book 2 came out, NEED, which was even better than the first one.  I had an instant new book boyfriend in Stephan.  And I can't wait for book 3 TRUTH to be released in July.

The premise:  

Brianna has been kidnapped (possibly sold) into sexual slavery.  Stephan, a rich philanthropist, rescues her.  However she is unable to function the simplest of tasks without orders from her Master.  Being a Dominant, Stephan steps into the role to provide her consistency and routine, a safe existence to relearn her own sense of self.   As the series continues, Brianna finds herself as Stephan finds out how she came to be in such a horrid existence. While he keeps sex off his agenda to gain her trust, the series is full of intimate scenes and sexual tension.

The author: 

 Sherri Hayes is the author of two series, erotic/romance Finding Anna and mystery/romance A Daniels Brothers (Behind Closed Doors and Red Zone), and the romance novel Hidden Threat.  Her
heroines start damaged, but find an inner strength to overcome and stand on their own feet.  Her heroes are strong alpha males driven to protect others, especially their women. Learn more about Sherri from the interview to be posted in the Spotlight in July.

Book Club:  

Join us on the forum as we read and talk about the Finding Anna series.  While you can join the discussions at any stage, we will be following this schedule.  Sherri will be stopping by from time to time to join us.
July 1-13: Book 1, Slave
July 14-23: Book 2, Need
July 24-31: Book 3, Truth

Note:  Truth releases on July 25, but we will have a fun day of predictions first.  We will also have a contest to win Truth.

Where to buy: 

 Sherri Hayes' books are found in all major formats.

The books are available at The Writer's Coffee Shop, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble

Sherri Hayes'  Blog  

Slave Book Trailer

Red Zone Book Trailer

Saturday, June 15, 2013

4th of July Fireworks Frenzy: The Hottest Male in Literature

Who is the 
 in Literature?

Inner Goddess is burning up her blog to find out who you think is the hottest male in literature. 
Come back on June 30-July 4 to find out!!

The Voting:

1. The character with the most nominations WINS! Who will you nominate?
2. You can return to the blog once each day to nominate a character from June 30-July 4.
3.  If your guy has already been nominated--Nominate him again!  The most noms is the winner!

The Contest:

You can win our Firework Frenzy Feast: a basket of hot fictional guy yumminess! 
That's up to 5 chances to win our basket of free books and swag just for nominating. PLUS, we're throwing in a 2014 FDNY calendar! (This contest is open Internationally and includes physical and ebooks.) Winner's name will be chosen at random by computerized randomizer.

 The Fireworks:

We will post about the books in the basket (and their super hot leading men) through out the voting June 30-July 4. 
And be sure to stop by after the fireworks die down on the 4th to see who won the title of 2013 HOTTEST MALE in literature. 

  The Frenzy: 

  Come back on June 30-July 4 to find out!!

PS.  Authors wishing to donate books to the feast basket should let us know by June 25th.  

Sunday, June 9, 2013

My Magic Touch: Getting to Know author Sable Hunter (Giveaway)

by Sable Hunter
There is magick in my world; I don’t doubt it for a second. I have had trials in my life, but I have survived. I have been protected. I have walked the floors and chanted prayerful words and the universe has granted me my wish. I write what I love. I have a wonderful time doing it. And I am able to make a living doing what I love. How much more could I ask for? Love? Yes, but I have been given that also. Magick has always been a part of my life. All the way back and I mean all the way back.

Jess and I have traced our heritage to a young woman who came over from France to New Orleans in the mid 1700’s before America was a country. These girls were known as ‘casket girls’ because they were furnished by France with little suitcases of clothes and belongings which resembled a little casket. They were meant to be a type of mail order bride sent to the new world for the wealthy Frenchmen and Creoles of New Orleans. I have read diaries where the men were told that the women were upstanding, from good families, raised in convents – that type of thing. In all actuality, I have read they cleaned out the jails and poorhouses and sent those women to Louisiana. Now that doesn’t mean they were evil or bad, back then a woman could get put in jail if she were caught on the street without a male escort. Times were difficult for women back then, especially if you were alone.
Our ancestor, Genevieve, married a man who wasn’t that good to her, so she began to seek companionship elsewhere. And I don’t mean men, I mean friends. She came to love an African slave and an American Indian woman who worked for the family she had married into. Genevieve was a little different, apparently she brought with her a little hedge witch knowledge and by that I mean she knew how to use herbs and how to heal – and maybe more. But by the time she had gained a little Caribbean voudou insight from Hessie and a few pow-wow lessons from Marta, Genevieve became a force to be reckoned with. And she passed her knowledge down to the other females in our family. Now, it’s diluted, I’m nothing special, but I have relatives who have practiced a little white magic.
My great great grandmother was a mid-wife and a healer. She could read tea leaves and tell fortunes. She could take a colicky baby and give it a few leaves of some sort and calm him in minutes. She could blow on a burn and say a scripture or two and take the pain away.
My mother was psychic, but was afraid of her power, for the most part. The only time she ever used it was to torment me – haha! But she did tell me about one occurrence and this was probably back in the sixties when she was young. She had a first cousin that she just worshiped. He was in the Air Force and stationed in California and married a woman from Palo Alto. A very well-off and beautiful woman named Josephine. My mother adored Josephine and would travel out to stay with them. She met Josephine’s family and fell in love with them and would go to China Town and Stanford University and Los Angeles – she just took California in. But her cousin’s marriage didn’t last to Josephine, much to my mother’s dismay. They broke up because he wanted to come home to Texas and Josephine wanted him to stay on the west coast. I think my mother suffered as much as they did. I wasn’t around then, so all I get is tales told around a coffeepot.
A few years later, this same cousin found a new woman and this was before the days of the internet or iphones or anything like that, so information wasn’t as instantaneous then as it is now. He told my mother he was bringing the new woman, Della, to meet the family. My mother was all prepared not to like Della – (I will give you a glimpse into the future and tell you that Della became my very very favorite aunt) she was in such an angst over the situation that she dreamed about Della – in fact she dreamed exactly what she was going to look like and what she would be wearing and she shared that information the next morning with her mother. And she was right – right down to the pink pantsuit and the bloodred lipstick.
As I was growing up, she always knew everything that I didn’t want her to know. I was never able to keep a secret. Now this might sound like any typical mother but with me – it was magnified. I have told this before, but the night I was trying desperately to lose my virginity, she called me on my cell three times telling me to stop what I was doing – immediately! My guy and I finally threw the phone out the window, but the mood was broken. He was a little too unnerved to perform – alas.
My Nana and Papa had dealings with a fortune teller also by the name of Luen. He read cards. This was back in the depression era when cattle still roamed free range in East Texas. My family had quite a large number and every evening they would call them in and the boss cow would lead the herd home. My Papa would count cows and soon he began noticing that some were missing – two, in fact, a Jersey and a bob tail red heifer. He talked it around and people were worried about rustlers.
My Nana’s mother who was a hoot told them to go ask Luen about the cows and my Nana was all for it but my Papa was a little nervous. He was like Jess, he wasn’t fond of supernatural things. To make a point, my Nana’s mother would torment him, he would go out in the late evening to feed the cattle and get all the way down to the barn and she would stand outside her house and scream “Run! Run! It’s Jack the Ripper!” And even though he knew Jack the Ripper was not in the piney woods of East Texas in 1929, he would still run like the dickens. So he wasn’t fond of the idea of going to a card reader’s house to find out about the state of some missing cattle.
But they did – Nana and Papa and another couple all piled in their car and drove the 7 miles to his house. My Papa told me that he didn’t use tarot cards. he used a regular deck of playing cards – bicycle cards. When they arrived, he let them in and Papa said the house was dark and full of creepy shadows and they sat down at a rickety dining table and old Luen asked them what they wanted to know. My Nana told him that we had some cattle missing – she didn’t say how many nor did she say what they looked like. Old Luen shuffled the cards and laid them out in a T formation and started turning them over – one by one. Papa said that every hair on his head was perked up to attention, of course he had a crew cut – what else could it be.
Finally old Luen said – “Well, the Jersey cow will come home in two days, but she’ll be hurt and you won’t ever see the red bob-tail cow again.” Ta-dah.
They all just sat there and looked at him. How had he known what breed or color of cow was missing? They hadn’t said and there was no such thing as FB or Twitter where everybody and their brother knows every little detail of your life. Papa paid him and they left and when they got in the car, he said “I wonder where that old son-of-a bitch has those cows penned up?”
They were skeptical, of course. But in two days, the Jersey came home with a broken tail and they never saw the bob-tail red one, again. Haha!
I could tell you how I use magick in my life, but I won’t scare you. It’s normal for me, I was raised to believe there was more in this world than you can explain. Where I grew up in New Orleans, the old-timers went to mass in the morning and made a mojo bag in the afternoon. I do light candles and I do wear gem stones and I do use herbs. The rest, I’ll leave to your imagination. But all of these things have led me to spice my stories, not only with hot sex, but also with folklore and spirits and hoodoo grannies and traitures and things that go hump and bump in the night – haha.

Let me give you an appropriate excerpt from HER MAGIC TOUCH – the 3rd in the Hell Yeah! series and my personal favorite. You do know the 9th Hell Yeah – Noah’s story will be released late this fall, it is entitled SKYE BLUE and Aron’s mystery will mostly be solved. The 7th Hell Yeah! Forget Me Never will be available in audio book form this month and the first two Hell Yeah! are now available in Spanish and also in a sweeter version, toning down the sex, for mainstream. I love the McCoys and your response and acceptance of them has been a source of joy for me,. Thank you.

 Adult Excerpt from HER MAGIC TOUCH


Joseph tossed and turned, his body felt like it was going through a heat.  Ripping off the covers, he let the cool air from the ceiling fan blow away the tatters of his dreams.  Something wasn’t right.  His eyes tried to adjust to the darkness.  There was a movement across the room.  “Who’s there?”
     The rays of the full moon gave very little light, for clouds passed hazily over its pearly surface.  The room was eerily quiet and Joseph felt like he was looking through a glass darkly – into a realm of lights and shadows.  Straining to make out who was walking so slowly toward him, he was shocked to see it was the angel from the hospital – the goddess from his dreams.  Again he asked - “who are you?”  Not that it mattered; she was someone he wanted to know, desperately.
      “Joseph.  My Joseph,” her voice was warm and sultry and caused his heart to race with desire.  As if on cue, the clouds passed from over the moon and the room lightened, becoming bathed in a heavenly glow that illuminated everything around him – including the vision advancing toward him.  It was her!  Joseph licked his lips.  She wore a thin white gown that emphasized every exquisite curve of her body. He could see large, round nipples that pushed at the gauzy fabric like they were trying to get his attention – they were damn successful. 
     Unable to resist, he held out his hand.  “I want you, angel.”  His beautiful visitor walked up to the bed and placed her small hand in his.  He raised it to his lips and kissed the tender center of her palm.  With her free hand, she released a single toggle at her breast and the filmy material floated to the floor.  Joseph’s mouth went dry and he felt his cock become engorged with passion.  Gracing him with the sweetest smile, she pulled the sheet back; then sent his blood pressure into orbit as she ran her hand down his chest to tangle in the short curls above his manhood.   
     Joseph was panting with desire.  Fascinated by her perfect body, her flowing hair and her incredible loving eyes, he held out his arms and she climbed into the bed with him, fitting herself to his body as if she were created just for him.  He pulled her over on top of him, her hair creating a sensual curtain that enclosed them in magic.  “I live for your kiss,” she whispered to him as she offered him the gift of her lips. 
     Sucking at her tongue, Joseph reveled in the joining of their mouths.  Nothing had ever been more perfect than this!  Enclosing her firmly in his embrace, he ran his hands up and down her body – learning the curves, the dips, the valleys – memorizing the silken smoothness of her perfect skin.  “Sit up, beautiful,” Joseph urged.  “I want to see all of you.”  His wish seemed to be her command, because she straddled his body and sat up, revealing to Joseph’s hungry eyes two round full globes topped with dark colored nipples that were clearly aroused and eager for his attention.  She wiggled her pussy against his abdomen and cupped her breasts in her own palms – leaning over to rub one nipple over his lips – Eve tempting Adam.  Joseph took a bite of the apple – opening his mouth and latching on to the tempting tit like it was the food of the gods. 
     “Oh, yes!” she keened as he sucked to his heart’s content.  As he fed at her breast, his siren caressed his chest and shoulders, running her hands over his face, revving up his sexual appetite like the engine of a powerful car before a race.  “I want more!” she announced as she took hold of the headboard and moved herself up his body.  Joseph was entranced as he realized she was about to sit on his face – demanding something from him he was more than willing to give.
     Paradise!  Joseph made himself at home in her pussy, licking and sucking and nibbling at the cherry of her clit.  She tasted like honeysuckle – sweet and wild. Her aroused moans and groans were making him more excited than he could ever remember being, and he repaid her enthusiasm by reaching up and taking both nipples in his fingers and working them until she began to ride his face with the same erotic rhythm.  Much to Joseph’s delight, his angel’s juices began to flow – coating his face with her passion and ensuring that his cock was as hard as a steel beam.  God, he couldn’t wait to fuck her!
     “Now!” he growled.  “I’ve got to have you now!”  He pushed on her waist, angling her down.  Joseph was so near to cumming he wondered if he would manage to actually get inside of her treasure house before he exploded.  Looking up into her beautiful face, he was gratified to see she was as hungry for him as he was for her.  Her eyes were glazed over with passion, her cheeks were flushed – and her breaths were coming in little pants specifically designed to turn him inside out with longing. 
      Steadying his angel with hands on her hips, he lifted her high enough to accept his rampaging organ.  She was as eager as he and reached between them, taking hold of his cock and guiding him into the hot depths of her body.  “Joseph,” she moaned.  “It feels good – so good to have you inside me,” Immediately, she began moving – sensuously, gracefully, and passionately – like she couldn’t get enough of him  
      “That’s it, baby – take me – make me yours - please.” Joseph groaned as she rode him with abandon – her head thrown back, blatantly relishing his hard cock throbbing deep inside of her.  His encouraging plea caused her to meet his gaze and she smiled, causing Joseph to erupt – he had never come so magnificently – jetting hotly into her body.  And as his hips jerked, she cried out his name, “Joseph!” and shattered.  Her body began to shake and her pussy fisted down on him in rapid, repeating milking motions – the most intimate caress known to man. 
     God in heaven!  Joseph pushed his hips upward, striving to put himself as deep in her as he could – Lord, he wished he could stay inside of her forever.  No orgasm in his past even came close to the rapture of this one.  Enchanted, he watched her come down from her high – her palms covering those gorgeous breasts, rubbing her own nipples – her pussy still working his cock in tiny aftershocks.  And when she focused on him – giving him her attention – laying down on his chest and resting her head on his shoulder – Joseph felt the most intense happiness of his life.  Folding his arms around her, he squeezed.  She kissed his neck, he kissed her temple – and sleep stole their thoughts and brought them contentment.

     Daylight broke and Joseph reached for her.  His hands closed on empty air.  God, he could still smell her!  Sitting up, he started to swing his legs off of the bed – and he remembered.  He was paralyzed.  And impotent. 
     “Fuck!”  It had been a dream.  Again.  That incredible woman, that incredible release had been a figment of his deteriorating reason.   “Damn! Shit!”  He almost cried from the crushing weight of disappointment that crashed down on his heart and soul.  He wanted her – so bad.  But, she wasn’t real.  She was just a dream.  And Joseph wanted to die.                
     She was going to have to change the sheets.  Cady looked at the huge wet spot staining her pale pink bottom sheet.  Her encounter with Joseph might have all been in her mind, but her orgasm and ejaculation were real enough to force her to strip her bed and do a load of laundry.  Good Gracious!  Cady could never remember having that type of climax in her sleep.  For a moment, she allowed herself to sink down on the bed and relive the ecstasy she had experienced in his arms.  Could sex actually feel that good?  Feeling her face flame, she covered her cheeks with her palms.  Whew!  Forcing herself up, she resumed her task.  Jerking off the bottom sheet, she threw it over in a pile and started to take off the mattress liner as well.  The sudden ringing of her cell phone halted her movements and she instantly knew her grandmother was on the line.  “Nana!” she greeted her warmly.
     “Acadia, my love,” the ancient voice was forceful with will, if not with strength.  “How are you?”
      Cady sank down on the edge of the bed, again - the events of the night before still primary in her mind.  Attempting to put them aside so she could have a legitimate conversation with her relative, she forgot the incredible insight of the woman on the other end of the line.  Before Cady could answer her question, Nana answered it for her.  “You are going to him, aren’t you?”
     Even though she knew it was useless, she stalled for time.  “Going to whom, Grandmother?”  Anytime she switched to the more formal address for her Nana, Cady betrayed her guilt at whatever her grandmother was interrogating her about.  
     “Your destiny, child; you are about to embark on the greatest adventure of your life.” Nana’s voice had dropped an octave and took on that tone of prophecy that Cady recognized from countless times before.  “You’ve been dreaming of him, haven’t you?”
     Surprise cascaded over Cady.  Nothing her grandmother could do should come as a surprise, but invariably this mysterious woman could catch her off guard.  There was no use to hedge – she was caught.  “Yes.” She didn’t have to tell everything she knew, either.
     “That is normal, Cady, we have all done it.  Women of power can bring their dreams to life,” she stage-whispered to make her point.  “I can promise you this – whatever you experienced last night - - - so did he.”  Having delivered the message she had intended, a soft click met Cady’s ears and then a dial tone.  Her grandmother was gone. 
     Cady was stunned.  Joseph had dreamed the same dream?  About her?  Would he remember their encounter?  Her hand automatically flew to her hair – to her face – would he recognize her?  Did he know it was Cady Renaud who was making love to him?  Flashes of her aggressive behavior caused her to flush with a combination of excitement and embarrassment.  How was she going to face him now? 
Thank you for reading,    

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Giveaway Contest

I will give away an eCopy of any of the Hell Yeah! series you would like to three random commenters.  Winners will be announced June 15th.  Be sure to leave contact info/addy.