Girl Talk Saturday with Faede and Bruce from Lovers Unchained


Welcome to another Girl Talk Saturday. This month’s topic is ‘What I’m Thankful For’. Today Faede and Bruce from Lovers Unchained will share with you a few things they’re thankful for.

Book: Lovers, Unchained – Curse of the Dark Witch Series


What am I thankful for?

1 – I am thankful for my best friend whom I love like a sister. Carissa, I apologize for not sharing with you why I was coming to the Dark Realm. But you understand why I did so, now that you are mated, right?
2 – To my mate, the man I’ve dreamed about for so long but whom I thought I would never find. Thank you for loving me.
3 – My dragon…who seems to be just as infatuated with my mate as I am.
4 – My coven – A group of wonderful witches who are as strong and powerful as they are beautiful. I will be home soon to help rebuild.
5 – Cole – I met you and then I lost you. I’m sorry our mission wasn’t a complete success. But my dreams tell me that it wasn’t a failure also.


What am I thankful for?

1 – My mate Faede – My life was like a dark abyss until you smiled at me and gift me with your love. Nothing else in this world matters to me, only you. I will follow you to the ends of the earth if that is what you wish. My life was hell until you entered it and you are the one and only thing I am thankful for.

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Faede and Bruce Excerpt ~

He stared at her naked body. On her skin were words written in a language he couldn’t decipher. The words decorated her waist like a belly chain going all the way from her navel, to her back, and ending at her navel again.

On her side rested a small, dragon tattoo. Bruce’s eyes widened seeing the dragon stretch nearly lifting up off her skin. The small beast turned its head toward him. For a few seconds, it stared at him. Then, it resumed its position on his bride’s hip, making Bruce wonder if he imagined the whole thing.

Faede smiled at him. “I think she likes you.”

“What is she, the tattoo I mean?”

“She’s an extension of me. When I was made a Guardian, I was gifted with an extra life by the Elder of the Guardians.”

Bruce stared at her with a confused expression. His bride went on to explain what she meant.

“Like mortals say, a cat has nine lives; well, I have two lives. If I’m destroyed in this one, I will be reborn. My dragon here will separate from me carrying my memories along with it. Through it, I’ll be recreated. Only, the new me will not wear a dragon tattoo. The new me will not have another life, as I now do.”

She smiled at him and Bruce smiled back. He had no idea what she was talking about. She was an Immortal; she would live forever and only move on into the Realm of Mist, or into the Pit if she was destroyed. If destroyed, she would not live again, but if she believed she would be recreated because of the mysterious tattoo on her hip, he would humor her. She wouldn’t need to be recreated, because he would never let anything happen to her. She was the most beautiful woman he ever saw. She walked closer to him, no longer the shy, pixie-like woman who entered his room. This woman exuded confidence. He was turned on. When she stood before him, he let his eyes roam over her body, taking in every inch of her. He rubbed his finger over the tattoo. Faede shivered and he could have sworn he felt the dragon shiver as well.

“Are you a chameleon?” He asked, pulling her body closer to him. He used his tongue to trace the outline of her tattoo and shuddered when she shivered again.

“I’m many things,” she repeated. “Until I am safe, I’m not allowed to tell you what I am.” Bruce stood up swiftly.

“No one will harm you now that I’ve found you,” he snarled, “not even Lana.”

Faede smiled at his words. She ran her hand up his chest, and then to his neck. She grasped the back of his neck and pulled his face closer to hers. Bruce pressed his body against her. When their lips met, he felt the dragon tattoo on her hip stretching against her skin, straining to be closer to him.

“I want you,” she murmured against his lips.

Bruce pulled back from the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. He felt her tremble at the intensity in his gaze. Lifting his shirt over his shoulders, and then his head, he threw it to the couch. Then, he unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down. His eyes never left hers while he stepped out of them.
Bruce couldn’t believe this was really happening. Her gaze drifted to his massive chest. He looked away from the tears forming in her eyes; he couldn’t handle her pity; not at this moment.

“Who did this to you,” she whispered, rubbing her finger along the jagged scars on his chest.

“It isn’t important,” he turned his face back to her. “None of it is important now.”

Girl Talk Saturday with author LeTeisha Newton


It’s Girl Talk Saturday and today I have author LeTeisha Newton and her Characters Samantha and Joel from ‘A date to Remember’. They’re sharing with us the Top Ten things they’re thankful for.

LeTeisha Newton: Hi Siren,

Thank you for inviting me 🙂

Well I talked to Samantha and Joel from A Date to Remember and asked them what they were thankful for and they answered, with a little nudging.


1. Joel. He’s the light of my life.

2. Natalie, my best friend. If it wasn’t for her very different line of work I would have never had that date with Joel.

3. The truth. The truth really did set us free.

4. Kung-fu movies. I know, weird huh? But I’m a fanatic and so is Joel. Watching them lead to some really nice…bonding. *smile*

5. Friends kicking me in the butt. I almost lost what was most important to me until two special people put me on the right track.


1. Samantha. I never believed in love until her.

2. Maddox, my best friend. If it wasn’t for him wanting to know what kind of work Natalie really did I never would have met Samantha.

3. A home cooked meal. Samantha is an amazing cook. One day one of those meals set off an argument that led us to the truth and I’m so thankful for that.

4. Natalie. Okay, so she get’s two votes. She helped Samantha get me back (even though she didn’t have to work nearly as hard as she did. I was already on my way back to her.)

5. Love. It is an amazing feeling. I will forever be thankful for having it in my life.

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Samantha is more bookworm than vixen, something she’s been trying to explain to her best friend Natalie for some time. Natalie, however, doesn’t agree and believes that Samantha is the best choice to take her spot as an escort for a dinner. Sam reluctantly agrees, and the ten thousand dollars for the job doesn’t hurt.

What she doesn’t count on is meeting Joel, lusting for him, and sleeping with him, all without telling him who she really is. When he pays for a month of her time, she can’t say no, but can she fight falling in love?


“Just do me this favor. I swear I won’t ask you ever again.”

“Natalie, we both know that’s a lie.”

“Well at least you could have acted like you believed me for a few seconds.”

Samantha, usually called Sam by her friends and family, sighed as she watched her best friend of over a decade try to pout. It came across more like a child’s version of a fake cry—easily read through and yet somehow still effective. It was so unfair that Natalie could do that and still somehow look attractive. Sam would have looked like a cross-eyed fish out of water that was on its last gurgle. She sighed roughly, not that it would even work on Natalie anyway. She was the queen of getting her way, not being persuaded by others.

When Natalie had called her over for a dire emergency, Sam should’ve known better than to come running immediately without asking questions first. To Natalie, a broken nail could be rationalized as an emergency given the time, place, and surrounding circumstances. Sam could remember being called over for that exact reason just two weeks before. Somehow that broken nail was the end of the world, a governmental conspiracy to stop Natalie from leaving her house that day, and a premonition that natural nails were going to be extinct in the near future. Natalie hadn’t seemed very concerned with the fact that the disaster had taken Samantha away from a very important meeting with a client that she luckily had been able to schedule for the next day. Sam hadn’t talked to Natalie for a week after that one. This, however, was low, even for Natalie.

“You want me to be your replacement tonight with some old, smelly millionaire because your new boyfriend is starting to ask too many questions about your ‘night job’? Did I get that right?”

“In a nutshell. Please, Sam. You know I’m in love with my boyfriend, and I don’t want anything to mess this up.”

“Baby girl, you fall in love every three weeks with every boyfriend you have. You just like falling in love. That’s not a good answer for me anymore. It stopped being one after the first five times you used it.”

Okay, so that wasn’t very nice, but it was true. Natalie had an uncanny ability to fall in and out of love as quickly as it took her to change her clothing. It was the way she always had been. Sam wasn’t sure if the girl was shy about commitment, loved the idea of falling in love, or just wasn’t sure what the real emotion was. Either way the use of that four-letter word was a sore spot for Sam. She never seemed to do well with love herself. She rarely even got a chance to have a shot at it. She’d become accustomed to the lack of it in her life, even if a part of her envied the ease with which her friend could gain, maintain—and then toss when she was done—male attention.

“I can’t help that I just love men. It’s not my fault that they get me going in a way that you so obviously can’t understand. But this one is different. It really is. I am in love with the man, truly, madly, deeply, this time,” Natalie continued, bringing Sam out of her thoughts.

“The answer is still no.”

Natalie must have been losing her mind. There were a lot of things that she could have asked for and Sam would have done them without question, but she couldn’t do this. Natalie had become one of the highest-paid escorts for Madame Butterfly’s Beauties in the last four years she’d worked there. Every boyfriend had started and ended with that job lately, and each time Sam had been there to wipe her friend’s tears, as temporary as they may be. Sam wasn’t about to get sucked into a plan that spelled disaster. She and Natalie may look pretty similar, but that was where the likeness ended.

Yes, they both boasted thick coal-black hair that fell just under their shoulder blades, creamy cocoa skin, warm chocolate eyes, and a wide bow mouth, but where Natalie was a voluptuous vixen, Sam chose instead to bury herself in books and culture consulting. It was an odd job, but she was good at it. She spent her days teaching people about other cultures before their travels, or government classes on decorum and customs before their employees traversed the map. What she did not do was spend her evenings, and nights, entertaining men who would drool over her, lavish her with expensive gifts—like the Mercedes Natalie had gotten last year—and God knew what else could be going on. She didn’t ask, and Natalie didn’t tell. She believed her friend when she said all she did was tease these men or provide adequate arm jewelry when they needed it.

Either way, Sam didn’t fit the bill.

“Look, Sam, it’s just for one night. There is something different about Maddox. He makes me smile, really smile. My heart just stops every time he looks at me, and I think I may just have to let all of this go. I want to talk to him about it tonight, but I have this commitment. I don’t want to leave it on a bad note.”

“Can’t you reschedule?”

“Not with Joel Anderson. No one reschedules him, and the pay is ten thousand.”

“Did you just say ten thousand? As in dollars, not cents?”

“Ten thousand dollars. You take the job, you take the cash. Look, Sam,” she continued when Sam opened her mouth to argue, “I really need you on this. I want this with Maddox. I really do.”

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“As a heart attack. Scout’s honor.”

Sam had never seen quite that look on Natalie’s face before and felt her defenses starting to cave. She knew when Natalie was just trying to get her way and when something was really going on. Sam saw the seriousness now in her beloved friend’s face and wasn’t sure she could turn her down. At the same time, though, she wasn’t sure she could pull it off even if she wanted to. She wasn’t Natalie. Men didn’t gravitate to her. She never had that natural charisma that made people want to take notice of her. Sure, she was attractive, she knew that. She also knew there was more to beauty than a pretty face. If you had a lackluster way about you, people pretty much tended to ignore your looks after a while.

Sam knew that like the back of her hand.

“I can’t be you, Natalie. I wish I could, but I can’t.”

“Oh, don’t start that crap again. You are an amazing, beautiful woman whose smile lights up a room and whose walk makes everyone look. You just choose to downplay it. All your little hang-ups are in your head. I keep telling you to let them go and everything will be much different for you.”

“I like myself just the way I am. I make a good living, have my own home, my own car, no credit issues, and I am progressing successfully to thirty with no meltdowns. I think I’ve done well.”

“Baby, your life is boring as hell. It would be hell if I wasn’t in it, so don’t give me that, and don’t try to change the subject, Samantha Marie.”

“Uh-oh,” Sam grumbled hearing Natalie use what she had deemed her mommy voice. Whenever she said Sam’s name like that, it was trouble.

“I need your help, and I thought that your innate love for me, and the friendship that we have shared, would be enough for you to help me out on this one, but I see that I was obviously wrong on that, so let me see if I can go a different route on this one. If you don’t help me, that amazing, wonderful, delectable picture I have of you from Roni’s bachelorette party is going to see every social media Web site that I am on, a copy will be sent to your mom, and I will get a poster-size version just to plaster on your door. Do we have a deal?”

Samantha heard the scream of rage in her head, but she bit the inside of her cheek to stop it from escaping. Said picture had been a gag to keep her friend laughing long after the flame of being newly wed had worn off and they were old biddies talking about the good old days. It was not supposed to be used to blackmail her into something she couldn’t, and didn’t want, to do. No woman, no matter the circumstances, wanted a picture of her holding a huge neon-pink dildo in one hand to her buttocks, and an equally large red dildo to her lips for a sexy little kiss, sent to her mother or plastered on her door! She might be able to live down the social media, as she wasn’t on it much and wouldn’t really come across any close friends who would see it, but sending it to her mother and pinning it to her door wouldn’t be something she could avoid. She swallowed her “Screw you and the horse you road in on” comment and smiled, hopefully evilly, at her so lovedfriend.

“You wouldn’t dare.”

“Try me,” Natalie returned mutinously, waking up her phone and flicking over screens rapidly. After a few moments, she turned it around so that Samantha could see the accursed picture ready for Natalie to click “post.”

“Photo Center is my next stop.”

“You have to make it to the door first.”

“Hey, I took those Krav Maga classes with you, remember? Last time I checked, I could whip you. Are you in, or are you out?”

“This is not fair, Nat, and you know it.”

“All’s fair in love and war.”

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Girl Talk Saturday with Aoife Brennan


Welcome to Girl Talk Saturday. Today I have author Aoife Brennan sharing with us Ten Things she’s thankful for. I have to agree whole heartedly with her on number 1 and 8. I need for her to explain to me what number 6 is? It sounds very interesting! 🙂

Aoife Brennan

10 Things that I am grateful for:

1. That I am a woman. That I can climax multiple times. That I am always ready. That I do not need cock rings, Viagra or fluffers to get me in the mood. That sometimes I can orgasm without even touching myself. To be a woman is amazing.
2. That I am in my forties. I am extremely fit; I hill walk, go to the gym and ride horses. That I am very comfortable with my own body. I have much better sex now in this decade than in any other. I am only getting into my stride. I believe sex will continue to get better as I age.
3. That photography is so beautiful. My friend John Tisbury is a fetish photographer. His work is beautiful. When I am next in London, I am going to do a session with him. I want him to tie me up and photograph me. I am not joking. Look at his work here and how he does it. I am going to be next
4. That I have a gay sugar daddy. Again really. Every girl should have one. He is so complimentary and gorgeous and such fun to be with. He makes me feel sexy and alive – in a way that a straight man does not. Don’t believe me? Read what he wrote:
5. That there are toy boys who love older woman. Of course, in my forties that definition means anyone younger than me, so I can combine a youthfulness and maturity in a toyboy and still be the envy of my friends. Toy boys have endless energy, no baggage and a keen appreciation for a woman happy in her own skin. I love them!
6. Puppies. I am grateful for puppies. For latex covered puppies. I met some at in London and they were just divine. I wanted to bring one home. They frolic and play. You can rub their ears and feed them biscuits. They will even read your novels and give it a woof woof of approval.
7. Orgies. They really are a lot of fun. It is the most polite sex with people that you can have. And when you see them next in a fashionable bar in Dublin, you can just nod and smile. That is, if you recognise them fully clothed
8. For sex toys. Nothwithstanding that I may not need them, I certainly enjoy playing with them. Most sextoy shops are more like Apple shops than sex shops – a joy to browse.
9. For winter and log fires and cosy nights in. There is nothing more romantic than sex on the rug in front of an open fire. Ireland may not have the best weather in the world, but all that rain means we can stay indoors instead.
10. For Chris Sex God. You can meet him in The Cougar Diaries, Part I, II and III

oh – and I want to add an eleventh thing

I am very grateful that James Deen, the international porn star, has agreed to cameo in my final book in The Cougar Diaries Trilogy. You will have to wait until the book comes out in December to see what happens when they meet!



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