Friday, July 27, 2012


I’m celebrating!
Enchanted, book 1 in The Heart Of Winter series is going to print.

The Good Sister, which is part one of my two-part contemporary erotic series has been accepted and is set to release in September, 2012 from Evernight Publishing.

Trinity fell in love with the fantasy of Reid Addison, but will she gain her desire? Or find what she never imagined possible with the handsome Lord Archer?
And my contribution to the Naughty Fairy Tale Line, Tied Up In Wonderland, has been accepted for publication from Evernight Publishing.  Release date, September, 2012 as well.

Master Hatter will show his “little Alice” what she’s been missing, one well placed swat at a time.

So what do I do when I celebrate? Give away swag, of course.
I will be giving away a LSJ Romance book bag, filled with London Saint James bobbles like a LSJ T-shirt, keychain, mouse pad, and who knows what else may be lurking inside ;-)
Here’s what you need to do to be eligible:
1.       Be a subscriber of my Scribbles blog
2.       “Like” my FB authors page
3.       In the comment section below, ask me a question or let me know you are a new subscriber and “liked” me on FB. (Don’t forget to leave an email on your question/comment.)
Do all three things, and you are eligible to win.  One winner will be picked at random, and the winner will be announced on August 25th


Saturday, July 21, 2012


I love new cover art!

Here's the hot, sexy cover for: The Good Sister

Coming in September, 2012


And Here's the scorching cover to: Tied Up In Wonderland

Coming in September, 2012

Wednesday, July 18, 2012


I’m happy to announce that my Naughty Fairy Tale, Tied Up In Wonderland has been accepted by Evernight Publishing. 
Once upon a time there was a snoopy reporter. One Master Dom who wanted her for his own. And a hard to find underground bondage club that could mean the story of the year….
When Allison McCray decided to go undercover and pose as a submissive collage girl named Alice Smith, she may have found herself in over her head. Especially when she becomes the new pet of someone they call, Master Hatter.
Having Alice in his club may have been what Master Hatter always dreamed of, only he wished she were there as the woman he knew as Allison, not Alice. No matter. He’d play any game she wished, and perhaps somewhere along the way Master Hatter will show his “little Alice” what she’s been missing, one well placed swat at a time.
But does Alice truly have what it takes to be a submissive, find the answers she seeks, learn the identity of the Master, and break the story that could make Allison McCray a household name? Or will she forever be tied up, in Wonderland?

 The Good Sister, part one of a two book series should be released by Evernight Publishing in September


Monday, July 9, 2012


Excerpt from Love Comes Twice:

The discrete metallic notes of a simple children’s song led Kiltarin out of his dream, but he did not want to leave. He lay between Riane’s legs, kissing over her shoulders, across her neck, and down her breasts, nibbling at her hard nipples. He stroked his cock, exulting in its growth, preparing himself to enter her. But the music that his mother had hummed to him as a child beckoned him, and he knew he had to wake.
His eyelids slid open. The indented, jagged wall of the mountainside glowed in soft firelight, and the crackling of burning wood filled his ears. Kiltarin lifted his head and looked around. The first thing he did was remove his hand from the shaft of his stiff cock. He had been stroking it in his sleep. Riane’s dry cloak lay over him, and it surprised Kiltarin that he did not feel the uneven, rocky ground beneath him. He rolled half over and found Riane’s traveling clothes beneath him, and under that spread a thick bed of heather grass.
Surrounded by Kiltarin’s clothes laid flat across nearby rocks, Riane sat by the fire and listened to the music box’s slowing melody. Kiltarin could not see her face, but he could tell by the tilt of her head that she watched the silver figurines spin around. Just as he had first seen her, Riane was naked, her hair her only garment.
The desire of his dream had not fully left him, and now it returned like the flash of lightning, feeding his lust, engorging his cock with blood. The penis grew so hard that it became a bit uncomfortable. He needed relief. The image of Riane’s lips wrapped around his cock, of her tongue licking up the pole, filled his thoughts, and his hand moved back to his crotch.
Kiltarin gritted his teeth, growled at his own weakness, and banished the memory.
“Did I ever tell you about that song?” He had to get his mind on something else.
Riane turned and smiled, her black eyes like shadows in the night. Her nipples popped through the few strands of hair that fell across her full breasts. “No, you never did.”
Kiltarin closed his eyes and centered himself. “It’s a little tune my mother used to hum to me when I was little. It was something she learned from the man who raised her, and he had taken it from the convent of telepaths where my grandmother had lived. It’s a hymn of praise to Yuilan.”
“Your aunt?”
“Yes.” With his hands still under the cloak, Kiltarin kept them pressed against his cock. If she saw it pop up... “She was once worshiped as a goddess, but no more. The order was disbanded.”
“It is a beautiful song.” Riane stood and moved over to where Kiltarin still lay. Her pussy exposed to him, Kiltarin could think of nothing save making his fast-fading dream a reality.
He drew in a long, calm breath. The bed. Soft. Softer than anything he had slept on out in the wilds. “Where did you get heather grass? Winter’s frost kills it.”
“I, too, thought that.” Riane knelt beside him and laid one hand on his chest. “But when I went to look for something – anything – to make you more comfortable, I found a large patch of it.”
Something else. Something to talk about. “And what about my clothes?” He nodded toward them. “Aren’t they dry?”
“Almost.” Riane’s gaze traveled down Kiltarin’s body, her hand trailing her inspection. “Are you still cold?” She touched the mound where his hands were covering his erection.
“No, not anymore.”
Riane’s hand wiggled in between his and freed his hard cock from its prison. The shaft sprang up, tenting the cloak. “Oh, Kiltarin. My love, why did you not tell me?” She tore the cloak away, and while she slowly stroked his penis, she moved around on her knees to position herself between his spread legs. She looked up at him through her eyelashes as she lowered her lips toward the bulging head.
“Wait, Riane.” Kiltarin raised himself up on one elbow and put his other hand on her shoulder. “This isn’t right. You’re not some sex slave who just relieves me every time I feel the urge.”
Riane shook her head. “What brings you pleasure pleases me.”
Kiltarin sat fully up and took her face in his hands. “Listen to me. I feel bad using you this way. It’s not right – just trust me on this. I can’t just take from you. I … want to give.” He kissed her lips. “But gods forbid I break my oath to Arathan.”
“There is no dishonor.” Riane fixed him with her black eyes. “I love you.”
“Truly?” He ran his fingers through her hair and pulled her into a tight embrace, crushing her cheek against his chest. “I’ve never loved anyone as much as I love you – loved you the moment I saw you, though I didn’t realize it until now.” Kiltarin was aware that her hand was still on his cock, still stroking it.

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Monday, July 2, 2012



Lilith Duvalier recently tossed away her stable small town existence to pursue La Vie Bohéme in a major metropolitan area. She shacked up in a boarding house, just like in Cabaret, but with Ph. D candidates instead of burlesque dancers and Nazis. Right now she lives in the basement, but aspires to one day live upstairs. With a window and everything.

She enjoys writing, drinking tea, reading, live theater, and spending so much time at the same table in a local coffee house that even the owner thinks of it as “Lilith’s Table”.



Aspiring novelist Elaine is beginning to worry that she is going to die a virgin.
It's not really her fault. There have been pitfalls, delays, disasters and possibly curses, but at 35 years old she's getting ready to throw in the towel. She's too old now to ever get her perfect first time, and the longer she stays a virgin, the harder it is to explain. The pressure is starting to build as a third date with decent-but-dull William looms on the horizon and Elaine has to decide whether or not a decent date (and some terrible advice from her gay best friend Tony) is enough to save her from becoming a 36 year old virgin.


"So…whatchy'a doin'?" he asked with a grin and a sing-song voice.
Elaine rolled her eyes at him. "Despite the pajamas, I am actually working. I ask you again, what do you want?"
"I was wondering if you wanted to go out tomorrow night. My imaginary boyfriend invited me to a charity fashion thing he's going to be in at that bar you hate." He took a sip of coffee. "You in?"
"The bar where everything is sticky or the bar with all the little bottle-blond twinks?" Elaine asked. She dropped down next to him and pulled an afghan over her lap. After a moment she decided to share it with him.
"The one with the twinks."
"Tony," Elaine groaned. "We are thirty-five. We are too old for that bar."
Tony held up a finger. "In my defense, my imaginary boyfriend is too old for that bar too." He tucked the finger back down and started wheedling. "Come on. It's for charity. A bunch of local designers are showing off some of their pieces. He's a model in one of the shows. The money's going to…cancer or AIDS or children or something. Some good cause or another." He stuck his bottom lip out at her, in a way that had stopped working a couple months after she'd met him. "Please? I need to you to come with so I have someone to help shield me from twinks. If I'm defenseless they'll be swarming me all night."
Elaine sneered.  "Oh, is it hard to be so pretty, Tony?"
Tony smacked her arm. "Shut up. I nearly got eaten alive the last time I was there alone."
"Fine. I'll go with you and protect you from college boys with nipple rings slopping their glasses of "Sex on the Beach" all over themselves."
Tony narrowed his eyes in mock scrutiny. "Wait. That was way too easy. What are you trying to get out of?"
Elaine jerked her hand back and took her coffee mug off the table, warming her hands against the porcelain. "Can't you just take a win, Tony? Do we have to debate why exactly I'm indulging you?" Elaine tried to look as long-suffering as she felt.
"You just agreed to go out to a bar that you hate, in the middle of a hot streak." Tony pointed an accusing finger at her. "What's really going on here, Lay-Lay?"
"Nothing's really going on."
"I'm writing a gay romance next and I need to research twinks in their natural habitat?"
"I have a vested interest in getting you happily married off to the man of your dreams so I can get some work done?"
"Almost sweet, but still a lie." Tony stuck his tongue out at her. His eyes widened suddenly. "William!" he shouted.
Elaine’s jaw tightened. "What about him?"
"You're trying to avoid him."
"I'm not trying to avoid him," Elaine declared, knowing Tony would see through it.
"Why are you trying to avoid poor William?" Tony demanded. "Claudia and Jimmy tried so hard to set you up with this guy and he seems…" Tony faltered as he looked for an adjective and Elaine groaned internally. That was the problem. William just seemed. There was nothing particularly interesting or outstanding about him. He was average height, average build, with dishwater blond and he worked almost the same job that Elaine did, for another company. He liked true crime shows and playing online poker. And that just about summed him up. You could have a half hour conversation with him and forget about him later in the day.
"…Nice," Tony finished.
"Uh-huh." Elaine raised an eyebrow at him. "And what else?"
"Nice and…" Tony held a hand out in front of him, as though hoping the correct word would drop into it. "He wears a lot of grey."
"There you go. I would rather stay home and work, or go out with you, dodge horny twenty somethings, and try to wring Malibu out of my shirt than have a nice, grey third date with William." She bit her cheek as she said it, and bit it harder when Tony's head tilted to the side and he gave her a slightly sad smile.
"Bailing on the third date huh?"
"Tony, don't." Elaine stood up and went back to the coffee pot, pretending to refresh her mostly full cup.
"Look, don't get me wrong, in your position I might not sleep with poor, boring William either. I'm just saying if this is more about not wanting to sleep with William than it is about not being sure whether or not you like William, you need to go on this date."
"I don't want to sleep with William," Elaine huffed, gripping her mug tighter.
"So don't." Tony shrugged. "But dump him because you don't like him, don't dump him because you're worried you'll have to fulfill expectations he might not even have. It's only been two dates. Maybe he's got unplumbed depths." Tony set his mug on the coffee table and stood, grabbing his coat off the ground. "Just don't get so…psyched out by your unplumbed depths."
"Lame word play, Tony. Lame." Elaine shook her head in mock disgust. It annoyed her that Tony oscillated between thinking it was sad and thinking it was uproariously hilarious that she had, through bad luck, unusual circumstances, and finally a sense of defeat, become a thirty-five-year-old virgin. If he hadn't been her best and oldest friend she wouldn't have put up with his occasional teasing about it.
"Damn," Tony grinned. "And I was so proud of that one."
Elaine frowned into her mug. Tony grabbed her knee and shook it.
"Lay-Lay, you can't keep letting yourself get psyched out about this. Not that big a deal."
She sighed. "I'm just worried about what I think I want. I mean… I pay my rent thinking about all the perfect little ways to initiate this. Maybe I've just built this up to much."
Tony finished the last gulp of his coffee, set the empty mug down on the coffee table, and settled back into the couch, crossing his arms.
"Yeah. You have," he assured her. "But just because you're a little… delayed, that doesn't mean you don't still deserve some build up. And if you never give a guy a chance, you'll never lose it."
"I know," Elaine groaned. "It would just be nice to still feel like there was potential for some big… romantic… thing. But I missed out on that. It's depressing."
"You're a romance writer. It'll be as romantic as you need it to be. Just don't shoot yourself in the foot before you even get a chance to make it happen. Maybe if you give him a chance, Boring William will be the one."
"If he is we'll need to stop calling him Boring William," Elaine pointed out.
"Maybe he'll be able to laugh at himself?" Tony suggested, pulling his hat on and carefully adjusting his curls underneath it.
"I doubt it.”
"I'll call you tomorrow to see what you decided, all right Lay-Lay?" He rocked himself up off her couch, kissing her on the forehead on his way toward the door.
She swatted him away. "Yeah. Fine. Get out of my apartment."
Elaine sighed, settled back into her couch and flipped her computer back open.
"I need better friends," she announced to the empty room. The coffee pot gurgled back at her. She chose to take it as agreement.

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Hi, everyone. Thank you for taking the time to stop by and reading the last post on this blog. Don’t worry, though, I’m not disappearing...