Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sexy Pictures of the Week: WE'S BACK!! Let's get it on!

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Six Sentence Sunday: Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games

First I want to share the news that my new book Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games has released!! So grab your copy and enjoy these six sentences from the sexy book!

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Little flame, come and bend over my lap. Time to start your own lessons.” Oestar's voice was laced with both power and lust. A heady mixture to say the least.

Dorothy looked to Freeska but got no reaction to his command. She had come to respect the woman and didn't want to upset her.

“Dorothy! Here. Now.”

She sucked in air hoping that it would give her courage before obeying his order. Oestar had pushed out his chair enough for Dorothy to lay her torso and stomach over his legs.

Friday, September 28, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Sheri Fredricks gives us sexual healing with her book The Remedy Maker


Man by day, Centaur by night, Rhycious is a remedy maker who needs his own healing.

He's the royal physician, famous for his cures. War and posttraumatic stress disorder has broken his spirit, preventing him from finding true happiness. Then a direct order from the queen to investigate an uprising forces him out of his secluded cabin at the edge of the forest.

Patience is an optimistic, good-natured Wood Nymph who works as a mediator to ensure harmony within the Nymph sector.

Environmental pollution in the aquifer stream that feeds the taproot tree of her heart is slowly killing her. Resigned to the fact she will not live long, she sets out to discover the mysterious disappearance of her sister. Experience has taught her to deny herself the love of a male, but the gruff Centaur is different. He doesn't push his expectations on her, only his healing nature.

When Rhycious loses his grip on reality, he believes his inability to control his disorder will drive Patience away. Nevertheless, desire flares, and Patience draws him close. Kidnapping and betrayal turn their mythic joint venture into a deadly bout.

Will their love endure when survival hinges on trusting each other?


Pennelope ran her wet tongue over her lips in preparation. Her hand pumped his swollen shaft, his hips rocking with the motion. She licked his cock’s spongy head, indulging on a salty drop of precum. His big fists in her hair, he held her to him. Smiling to herself, she adjusted her double-fisted grip on his cock.

Opening wide, her lips slid down his hard length. A good half-fist of length left to go, he bottomed out at the back of her throat.

“That’s right. Take it all.” Held immobile by his gripping hands, he pumped a slow tempo into her mouth. Turned on by his aggression, she mewled at the erotic taste of him. Aroused by her vocal need, his thrusts grew faster. She tried not to move, tried to stay still so he wouldn’t pull her hair under his onslaught of thrusts, but it was impossible. He was losing control, and his hips pumped helplessly as her mouth tightened and withdrew, then tightened again, drawing him closer to the edge.

The force of his assault tipped her back on her heels. Off balance, she grabbed his ass to keep from toppling over. Pain sprang up where his hands seized fistfuls of her hair. Powerful muscles beneath her palms flexed in rhythmic motion.

The growl he let loose in his frenzied movement assured Pennelope that her plan was nearly complete.

Her exaltation was cut short with an abrupt withdrawal from her drooling mouth. Startled, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

“Get up.” He pulled her hair tangled in his fist. Breath ragged, his gravelly voice demanded more. “Turn around.”

Completely ruined, her once carefully pinned upsweep fell about her face. Minor forfeit for premium gain. Even the sound of ripping silk didn’t reduce her elation. The man wanted her bad, his control spinning away. He shoved the skirt above her waist and ripped off her impeding thong with a vicious yank.

Pennelope braced her hands in front of her, fingernails breaking on the rocks. She held herself poised and ready for him, legs parted. He spit, located her opening with the engorged head of his penis, and drove his lubricated cock inside her to the hilt.

Fright mixed with pain, and quickly turned into raw pounding need that only bouts of hardcore sex would relieve.

The male’s fingers dug into the soft flesh on one side of her hips. He pulled back, almost completely out, and shoved in hard. The hostile action repeated itself in a succession of teeth jarring strikes to her bottom. Only more of the same would slate her mindless desire. Anxious he’d take the pleasure away, she pushed against his ramming, arching her back to take him deeper inside.

“You sure you want to work with me?” His voice weighed heavier than the darkness surrounding them, the question pushed through gritted jaw and thrusting hips. “Do you realize what you’re getting yourself into?”

“I can handle—” An iron hand gripped her neck and pushed her head down, bending her nearly in half in total submission. Unseen in the inkiness, a jutting wall rock grazed her face. Pain flared in her cheekbone. She brushed the sting away, resolved and committed to see this mating through. I rather enjoy his style of personal interview.

She braced her legs wider, bending at the knees. Parallel to the floor, her back arched to raise her hips. His muscular thighs molded to hers and he thrust at an upward angle. Slowly, his hands grew sweaty on her hips.

Due to the force of her impalement, Pennelope held her face away from the sharp rocks. Meant to scare her with his rough treatment, his inner energy tipped her off. However, everyone has a tender side—and she’d find his.

Heavy pressure built inside her. “I want . . . oh, oh, oh . . . to be partners with you. I can handle . . . oh gods . . . the job.” Her thighs quivered. The explosion of release was nearly upon her.

The male’s cock grew larger, hitting her cervix with every stab forward. His width increased to such a size, it tore at her vaginal walls. Short, hard, uneven thrusts. Their mingled breaths were harsh and fast in the warm night air.

The building spiral to end her interrogation peaked. He was deep within her.

He switched his hold so his hands grasped her breasts, the fingers of one pinching her nipple, all the while his cock pistoned in and out of her. Moaning her pleasure, Pennelope let go of the wall with one hand and used it to cover his, where his palm held her breast.

Oh my gods!

Her mind screaming, Pennelope skimmed the top of his hand again to be sure. Sheer black horror swept through her. Looking down at the hand gripping her breast, relentlessly pounded from behind, the truth unveiled.

She braced her legs wider, bending at the knees. Parallel to the floor, her back arched to raise her hips. His muscular thighs molded to hers and he thrust at an upward angle. Slowly, his hands grew sweaty on her hips.

Due to the force of her impalement, Pennelope held her face away from the sharp rocks. Meant to scare her with his rough treatment, his inner energy tipped her off. However, everyone has a tender side—and she’d find his.

Heavy pressure built inside her. “I want . . . oh, oh, oh . . . to be partners with you. I can handle . . . oh gods . . . the job.” Her thighs quivered. The explosion of release was nearly upon her.

The male’s cock grew larger, hitting her cervix with every stab forward. His width increased to such a size, it tore at her vaginal walls. Short, hard, uneven thrusts. Their mingled breaths were harsh and fast in the warm night air.

The building spiral to end her interrogation peaked. He was deep within her.

He switched his hold so his hands grasped her breasts, the fingers of one pinching her nipple, all the while his cock pistoned in and out of her. Moaning her pleasure, Pennelope let go of the wall with one hand and used it to cover his, where his palm held her breast.

Oh my gods!

Her mind screaming, Pennelope skimmed the top of his hand again to be sure. Sheer black horror swept through her. Looking down at the hand gripping her breast, relentlessly pounded from behind, the truth unveiled.

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Friday, September 21, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Calling a little love and lots of sexiness with Author Jennifer Lynne

Aphrodite Calling (Gods of Love #2) by Jennifer Lynne


A woman with a secret past Gina Deveraux is forced to confront her painful past when she attends a high school reunion. Born into a male body, she spent her childhood and teen years living as a boy, and has only now returned in an effort to put the past behind her so she can begin to live life without the continuing fear of loneliness and rejection.

A god of sexual desire on the edge of burnout Himeros is one of the erotes, an aspect of Eros, and as such it is his duty to answer the call of sexual desire whenever a human needs him. But he has been living among mortals too long and his interest has waned. When he decides to accept one last call he finds a woman who is unique. A woman who encapsulates the whole human experience in her body, and her soul. Has he finally found the one with whom even a god of desire could find fulfilment?

Excerpt (Hot! ADULT-rated):

She lifted her hips as he centered himself at her vaginal entrance. The flinch was instinctive; she couldn’t help it, and he paused. “I have enough cum in my balls to sink a ship. I have been wanting to try your body ever since I saw you, and the wait has had me leaking juice all evening. It will be a well-lubricated joining, I assure you.”

Her laugh was throaty. “Enough to sink a ship? That actually sounds a little scary.” She let out a squeak as he thrust with his groin and at the same time tightened his grip on her hips, compelling her downward.

The head of his cock was now inside her, and she panted with a mixture of aching pleasure and apprehension. It felt hot, and hard, yet slick at the same time. She wanted him deeper inside, and took a breath before sinking down without any further urging.

Full. Wet. Everything inside stretched so tight she was afraid to move more than a millimeter or two. But felt so good to have a real live man inside her, shifting now, slight movements
that she could feel deep within her body. The ache was so deep and all consuming that she couldn’t even compare it to the clit orgasm she’d had earlier. This was real, and she was about to fuck as she’d always wanted to, as a woman, with a man who saw her. Really saw her. And it felt so right.

A moan made its way out from deep within her gut, and he shuddered in response beneath her. She began to move, slowly at first as she sought to learn the feel of Him inside her, then more urgently, giving in to what she felt and riding harder. She saw her own need reflected in his face as he began to thrust back and heard his groans mingle with her own sobs as the momentum built.

Then he was reaching up to pull her forward onto his chest, her long torso a distinct advantage as it allowed his mouth to reach her breast easily. He sucked and licked first one nipple, then the other. She could almost imagine a fountain of milk spraying out over them both, he sucked so damn hard. When their mouths met, tongues mimicking what their bodies were doing, thrust for thrust, the sweet taste of him mixed with her own pussy flavor on his lips tipped her over the edge.

Pressure. Unbearable pressure.

A primeval keening sound tore its way out of her throat as she exploded around him. In, and around, and everywhere at once, then nowhere at all, until the reverberating echoes of her scream brought her drifting back to reality. It shocked her, that high-pitched scream at the moment of her release. She had never screamed when having an orgasm before, and the instinctive and uncontrolled nature of it was new and rather unnerving. As she lay atop him trying to recover her equilibrium, a little part of her wondered if she had actually been loud enough for those downstairs to hear her. Just as Himeros had predicted. Wouldn’t that be something?

“I made sure of it,” Himeros said, and her heart skipped a beat. She didn’t question how he could read her thoughts, nor whether he was telling the truth. Somehow, she knew he had done it. He had ensured they all heard and made them regret what they were missing. Her face was tucked into the curve between his neck and shoulder, and she didn’t even attempt to control her grin at the thought of Maris and the shocked look she would be sporting right about now.

Then she realized that Himeros had not released his mother lode. She struggled to a sitting position. “You—you never came—”

“Shh. We are not done.” He flipped her until he lay on top, took his weight on his elbows, and looked down at her. His hair was a wild mess, and it matched the look in his eyes. It made her shiver, that look. “Now dig those heels in, my darling Gina. The ride has only just begun.”

A wave of tenderness washed over him at the startled expression in her eyes. Then he sucked in a breath when she suddenly did as he requested and jabbed those spiked heels into his butt. One into each cheek. Hard. Tenderness was replaced by a pleasure so intense he shuddered.

“Good,” he said in a low voice he hardly recognized as his own. “Again.”

She did, a mischievous grin erasing the surprise in her features, and he began to thrust, trying to remember to keep it gentle for her this first evening. It was so hard to maintain control, especially when she kept jabbing over and over in perfect rhythm with his hot, plunging cock. She moved one
of her feet and began to stroke his ass crack with the stilletto heel, from the top of his cheeks down to that sensitive spot just behind his balls and back up again. Down and up, over and over. He couldn’t help the groan that rasped out of his throat.


“Yes, Himeros?” Her slow question held all the innocence in the world, and he groaned again.
“I can’t hold on if you keep doing that, especially if you...yes. Just there.” His breath hissed out between his teeth as she found his asshole and teased the entrance with the tip of her shoe heel.

“I don’t want you to hold on,” she said. “It’s two for none already, in my favor. Your turn to come, Himeros.”

She hesitated then, and he ascertained her intent. Excitement flooded his system, banishing the last traces of ennui. He nodded his head. “Do it,” he demanded, and she rammed home the shoe.

Author Bio:

Jennifer Lynne writes sensual and erotic romance from her home in Melbourne, Australia. She is the author of paranormal erotic romance Pandora's Gift, contemporary romance Seducing Serena in Secrets Volume 28 Sensual Cravings, both published by Red Sage, and Educating Ethan from Breathless Press. The first novella in her Gods of Love series, Platinum Passion, (released December 2011) was a Best Book of 2011 nominee in GLBT Fantasy Romance at The Romance Reviews.
Jen loves her family, good coffee, red wine, and sitting by a cozy log fire watching the misty rain outside turn everything fresh and green. She hopes her tales of love and lust continue to excite readers, and her dream is to one day be able to write full-time.

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Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Book Trailer Tuesday (a day late): Mine!! Touch of the Gods: The Wager

The Wicked Muse was lovely enough to create a beautiful book trailer for my book, Touch of the Gods: The Wager.


Friday, September 14, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Getting Sexy with Author Beth Fullway and give away

Blurb for Desire and Fate by Beth Wright

Stranded on another world, Hanna encounters some of its occupants. Fear consumes her as she is taken from her human ways of life. 

Ozonar is one of the most powerful leaders of his race. He has been watching and secretly desiring Hanna from afar, until the day he decided to enter the Human's camp.

What does fate have in store for them, and will desire keep them together or tear them apart?

His hand slipped under her skirt, lightly brushing her womanhood as the males left the cave. His finger trailed up into her warmth as he smelt her sweet scent fill the cave. Her soft moan brought his manhood out instantly. He felt them harden as he moved his finger within her. Every noise she made hardened him more. As she tightened around his finger, he sent kisses down the side of her neck. She squirmed as her juices covered his hand. His manhood glided upward on its own between her tight butt cheeks. He gasped as he felt her move against it. His bottom manhood throbbed with need as his front one continued to glide between her cheeks. A small groan escaped him as he placed another finger in her wet core. She hissed out under her breath as he sucked on her neck.
“You’re killing me.”
He hoarsely responded to her, “Just as you are doing the same to me, beautiful.”
His tongue ran down the back of her neck as she rocked against his pulsating manhood.
He stopped moving his fingers as he whispered in her ear, “Please let me place my manhood in you.”
She gasped before saying, “If you don’t do it now, I will have to hurt you.”
With lightning speed, he placed her on the furs. He positioned his lower manhood to her throbbing core. A small gasp escaped her as the head of it glided into her. Another gasp escaped her as it started to move in and out slowly. There was no way possible for him to be able to go all the way in her, but she needed more of him. She lifted with each inward gentle thrust he gave her. As her eyes looked up to his, she saw his upper manhood dripping precum. She licked her lips as her gaze fell to the small drips gliding down to his lower right hand, which was massaging the large member. She groaned with him as more precum escaped from it. His bottom manhood moved faster, thrusting slightly deeper. She squirmed beneath him as her body begged for more. Lifting her butt off the fur, she brought him all the way to her cervix and shivered as she felt him cum from her forceful action.

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Tuesday, September 11, 2012

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Some new releases to heat up your Kindle!

Hi all, I know there's been posts here and there about my books, but with me out of town at the moment, I wanted to just place them again for those that haven't seen them. They're so hot. One (Touch of the Gods: The Wager) even boasts a whopping 15 reviews on Amazon all averaging 5 stars!

Both releases are reasonably priced for your pleasure. Check them out today and tell your friends!!

When love and war make a little wager, what could possibly go wrong?

I am Hephaestus. God of inventions, blacksmiths, and volcanoes. Sounds like I'm awesome right? Well, I'm not. In fact, I'm the loser of Olympus and a new bachelor to boot. Living the single life is great until a decade passed. Honestly if my divorce from the Goddess of Love wasn't bad enough, I am still being rejected by the other women of my home.

Because of an incessant need to make me a pawn in his game, my brother, Ares convinces Eros to make a little bet. A wager that puts my lack of love life to the test. Sent to Earth, I'm skeptical, when suddenly I lose myself in the sensual scent and beauty of the full bodied Vanessa. She is my everything, my perfection.

Sadly, from a single caress upon her silky flesh, I sent our lives into a downward spiral of hell. To save her, I must get beyond my demons of the past. And to save me, she will have to decide if I'm worth giving up everything for.



The heat is on with two short erotic stories to leave you sweating and aching.

Spring Cleaning
Join Leanore as she explores all the excitement that can be had when the organization bug hits. For this editor, spring cleaning takes on a new level of naughty play that leaves her wanting more. And her game is heightened with the voyeuristic assistance of a sexy, sinful neighbor.

Summer's Break
While his friends are enjoying their time at the beach, Gordon Summer is stuck volunteering for extra credit with his horrible boss. Lucky for him, this young college student's lunch break becomes a lesson of submission. His teacher....the boss's hot, cougar wife.


Friday, September 7, 2012

Getting Freaky Friday: Let's touch ourselves with Author Tom Covenent's help!

'Tales of masturbation and Imagination' by Tom Covenent

These six hot erotic tales are shaped just right to spice up those lonely nights alone, or maybe add a little extra fun to those not so lonely nights with your partner. Why not snuggle down to read together? Wives, husbands, lovers, everyone will find a story to suit, in this hot first volume. 

Six erotic tales for the nights you find yourself alone, or with your partner(s)!

From 'A Greek Orgy'....
She began almost imperceptibly to make little thrusting and gyrating movements of her hips. I was not alone in noticing this and several of the young men were pointing and whispering, indicating her thigh movements to each other. I noticed that some of them were actually giving each other attention, stroking cocks and receiving the same treatment back.
It was the most erotic situation I had experienced in my life up to that point. I too was erect in my swimming shorts and was finding it impossible to resist a gentle touch, but I was very nervous as to where this might go. My wife was not as in control as she had thought.
Then things took a further turn. Giorgos stepped forward, reached out and took hold of my wife’s bathing suit. She had not seen him approach as she had closed her eyes and was deeply engrossed in applying her lotion. At his touch her eyes opened immediately and I expected her to pull back, but once again she surprised me. She gazed unflinchingly into his eyes, parted her lips slightly and slipped her tongue out to lick them, slowly and sensuously. He took this reaction as a signal that he had not overstepped the mark. He dropped his eyes to her suit, slowly dragging it down, over her hips until her public hair began to emerge. Pausing he looked back up into her eyes and, when she smiled, continued to drag it down past her public hair, off her thighs and down her legs. He stooped to pull the suit off her left and then her right foot, both willingly offered... 

1. Amateur Porn Wife

When their sons work colleagues come to call, they find Frank and Carol prepared for a Friday night of passion. After watching a TV channel dedicated to amateur porn, their visitors convince them that they could do better. Soon it’s lights, camera – and action!

2. A Greek Orgy
It was the first time he had seen her go topless on the beach, he never imagined it would be like this!

3. Walking in the woods
To escape the boredom of a Bank Holiday, they take a walk in the woods. Another couple may have had the same intention, but their walk turns out to be far more far more interesting.

4. A Husbands Tale
She didn't know what dogging was, but she does now!

5. A MILF Exposed
She went along to support a project, only to find she was the project.

6. Coming out
A fetish shared is a fetish doubled.

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Also available from Apple Ibook store (though they have censored the title!)

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Book Trailer Tuesday: Dirty as Sin by Leanore Elliot

Something new!!

Today's featured book trailer is from sinfully erotic author Leanore Elliot. The book? Dirty As Sin. Enjoy!

Watch the naughty video at this link. Just don't do it at work LOL!!

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Character Interview: Coffee Break Gone Wild with Dionysus from Rosanna Leo's Sweet Hell

I'm taking a break from my regular schedule to get coffee. Now, this isn't just a normal day of grabbing my favorite beverage. I have a date.

Okay, not that, but I do have to meet up with a *gulp* god!

My first step into the quaint little cafe and I'm drawn to the scent of roasted beans and pastries. I order my coffee and look around. What does this guy look like exactly?

Nibbling my lip, I am suddenly bombarded with the scent of delicious Concorde grapes and see a stunning specimen of man smiling at me. I think I've found Dionysus.

Sitting at the small table, I pull out my questions and don't waste time getting started. did you like the way the author told your story?

D.X., can I just say this? That Rosanna Leo is a firecracker. I think she did me some justice, although there were moments when I may have come across as a bit, well, lascivious. I mean, all that business about my cock jumping around and women fawning all over me…uh, hang on. Yeah, Rosanna was dead on.

I'm a coffee fanatic, my favorite is dark roast. Which roast do you prefer?

Ooh, baby. Coffee! I have to be honest with you, as long as my sweet Josie is preparing it, the roast doesn’t matter. Josie’s coffee is so tasty. I think she puts crack in it. And that little dollop of whipped cream she puts on top…mmm. And the whipped cream comes in handy in other circumstances, if you know what I mean!
*eyes bug out and I clear my throat*  I'm going to be honest here, you have fantastic hair. What's your secret? Is it the coffee?

Ha! Thank you, firstly. You are a total sweetheart, and a total babe. (winks) Secondly, I don’t do much to my hair. One of the perks of being a Greek god. It just grows this way. Josie tells me a lot of women would kill for my dark waves. I tell her they don’t need to go to such drastic lengths. I’m happy with a kiss….that’s when Josie hits me. (rolls eyes)

As the god of wine, which do you favor? Red or white?

D.X., is there a wine out there that isn’t good? I don’t think so. Shiraz, pinot grigio, a bubbly champagne. They’re all scrumptious, and they all make one very happy. Josie, in particular, gets very, um, excitable with a couple of glasses of chardonnay! I keep it stocked by the case.

Boxers or briefs? Can I see for myself?

You naughty thing! Keep it up (winks). Well, if you read Rosanna’s book, you might recall that I tend to go commando a lot. Don’t get me wrong, underwear is fine, especially silk lingerie on my beautiful Josie. But as for me, I like to be ready for action at a moment’s notice.

I have heard that you are an expert lover so I must know...which is your favorite position and why?

(Belly laugh) I did say you were naughty! Is Josie listening? (looks around slyly) No? Okay, come closer. (leans in) My fave position is any one that lets me take charge. I like to, shall we say, drive home my point. Put it this way, I’ve become very well acquainted with Josie’s ankles, because they spend a lot of time up on my shoulders. (smiles) She has awesome ankles.

What's your favorite cuss word?

Me, cuss? Well, I guess it’s been known to happen. I can’t help it. I’ve been around a long time. You tend to pick up turns of phrase. My favorite cusses involve that busybody goddess Hera. She’s my stepmom and has always had it in for me. I think I may have referred to her “fragrant pussy” once or twice…

Do you think there will ever come a time when wine is not important?

(stares) Don’t make me come over there.

*wickedly grins* What kind of lip balm do you use or are they always so kissable?

He he. I think my Josie would say I’m naturally kissable. But if it counts, I do get to absorb a lot of Josie’s lip balm through our kisses…mmm, she loves cherry and so do I!

Have you ever been drank under the table? I only ask because I'm pretty good when it comes to holding my liquor.

I bet you are (raised eyebrow). Nope, you cannot get me drunk. I’m the god of wine! I’m immune to the stuff! That being said, some of my maenads got me into some very compromising positions in the old days…oh, it’s best we don’t revisit those memories. Josie might disown me.

So, to the story again. What was the most difficult part about seeing your life being placed on paper?

Uh, the sex. Don’t ask me how that Rosanna woman got to know all those lurid details! I certainly didn’t tell her. Although that sex was so good, it was kinda nice sharing it with the world. (grins)

What was the best?

Reliving my journey with Josie. Getting to see her fall in love with me again, and getting to fall in love with her all over. (blushes) Yeah, that was good. Don’t tell anyone, but I’m a softie when it comes to my woman. By Zeus’s great hairy balls, she’s everything to me.

If there was any part of Hades that you could change, which would it be? Why?

Fuck, I’d change it all. That place is sick and so is my Uncle Hades. I know you have a little crush on him, but that man is intense! He needs to lighten up. If I could, I’d take the whole shithole and blow it up. Including that creepy ferryman Charron. That shapeshifting lunatic is messed up.

Now that we know more about your symbol of power, the thrysus, why is it so plain looking. Not saying it's a bad thing and all. Just asking.

Let’s not hate the thyrsus, okay? I know Josie says it looks like a child’s art project, but I’ll have you know it is pretty badass. I can raze cities with that thing. Don’t make me wave my pineconey stick at you!

Does Hades like ladies with aqua colored Mohawks, piercings, and tattoos. Do you know? Again, just asking.

Hades likes ladies. Period. And he’d have no problem with you, sweetheart!

Is there anything you'd wish to add for all of us to know about you that many might not?

Well, you know Josie makes cannoli, right? And they’re so delicious. Let’s just say they’re even more delicious eaten off her body….But that’s another story!
We finished drinking the coffee, I met his lovely Josie, and finally I went back home to type up this lovely interview for all to see!
My thanks to Dionysus for answering my questions and to Rosanna Leo for an awesome book. Seriously, you HAVE to get this book if you haven't yet.


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