Monday, September 30, 2013

A great surprise!


Another book in print, with two of my fav hussies  -featuring Ciana Stone's Sin in Jeans, Nathalie Gray's Cassiopeia and my book, Fae's Gargoyle! I hope you find this anthology a nice surprise, too!

Monday, August 12, 2013

New Book - Embracing Kismet

My latest is a print book Embracing Kismet that's 2 in 1 - a combo of two of my futuristic stories, Love Me Tomorrow and Sexed Up!

Love MeTomorrow...
Earth, 2360

Shalene Courers leads freedom fighters against the Demrons to retrieve a crystal that is the secret to Earth’s defense. When she captures the mysterious Mecah—tall, blond and very sexy—desires flame and the interrogation soon melts under his scorching passion.

Mecah’s possession of Shalene is more than lust—she’s the kismet mate he’s sought all his life, only she doesn’t believe him. Shalene and Mecah join forces to turn the tide of war, but without winning the heart and soul of his fated mate, he stands to lose his greatest battle.

Sexed Up...
In 2383, all the men on Earth are dead. The Anti-Male world government, convinced it was "God's will", has outlawed all research into re-creating males.

Working illegally, Randi Mayers, the world's foremost sex-replacement designer, aims to create the closest thing to a real man the technology is capable of. William, the result of advanced nanite technology incorporated with DNA, is the ultimate "sex replacement" and everything Randi dreamed of. His sexual prowess leaves her breathless — and very, very satisfied.

But William is much more than a machine, dammit — he's a man! As his "testing" continues and he demonstrates more and more human characteristics, they fall in love, but discovery and industrial espionage place them on a collision course with the Anti-Male faction, with dire results.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

I'm a vampire...

I've been accused of it for years, not because I have fangs or am pale or because I drink blood - Yuck! I don't do that either.

But because I stay up so late at night. My regular bedtime can vary between 2 - 3:30 am. Drives my acupuncturist crazy as it's now her life mission to reset my internal clock. "Go to bed with the sunset get up with the sunrise" (In what world?)

My clock has always been this way. Even as a kid, I never could sleep more than 5 hrs and I typically would lie awake from 9 pm until 2 or 3 am listening to music and making up stories until I could fall asleep.

A lifetime of sleep deprivation is what my acupuncturist proclaimed I was suffering from.

A vampire is what my loving family and friends call me always followed by laughs and a few crossing of forefingers just in case. (Bwaahhh)

But frankly, I love staying up late. No phone calls typically after 9 except for friends and family who know I'm up, but they're generally asleep by 11 pm, except for some of my author buds and one is in Australia and knows she can always IM me at 1:30 am. I can have 2 or 3 IM conversations going and we all feel normal being up at that hour.

When I worked outside the home, I did keep regular hours, but getting up at 5:30 or 6 am was like torture to me. Even if I got to bed by 12 am, I still would not fall asleep until 3am no matter how tired I was.

My fam and friends don't care that I roam about the house at all hours, writing, watching an old movie, writing some more, chatting with pals on IM at 2 am... They know me and accept my evil ways. BUT my medical practitioners go crazzzzyyy over my schedule. They don't get that the creative stream flows a bit closer to the earth from 12 - 3:30 and I am just naturally wired to ride it.

So to those who want to rewire me... Leave me alone! I'm happy like I am. (vbg)

And, yes, you can call me after 9 pm. I'm up and quite lucid until 4 am.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

You are invited to a Release Party on 7/15!

It's going to be a hot time on the web Thursday, July 15th!


When? 10 AM EST - whenever

Who will be there?

Mari Carr
Ava McKnight
Bryle Tyne
Jodi Redford
Christiane France
Mary Alice Pritchard
Deidre O'Dare
L.K. Below
Melissa Schroeder
Laura Tolomei
Tory Richards
Kate Hill
Vivian Arend
Louisa Bacio
Nicole North
Kayelle Allen
maddie james
Leah Braemel
Mary Winter
Mary Eason
PG Forte
Rhian Cahill

There will be prizes, fun, and a ton of new reads you won't want to miss this summer. =)

Please be there. We'd love to see you there.

Tina Pavlik

The Romance Studio ~ the romance genre today.
Tianna Xander
Carolina Valdez
Sierra Dafoe
Selena Blake

Thursday, July 1, 2010

Love Me Tomorrow

Happy 4th!!! Now, more than ever it's so important to remember all of the brave selfless people who gave the ultimate sacrifice so we have a 4th of July to celebrate. Have a great holiday and God bless America!

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I'm pleased to announce the single title release of Love Me Tomorrow, previously released in the Fated Mates anthology, which was reviewed by Romantic Times as a 4.5 star, top pick and also nominated for RT Reviewers' Choice Award. I hope you enjoy this futuristic scifi love story. - Sally

Earth, 2360

Shalene Courers leads freedom fighters against the Demrons to retrieve a crystal that is the secret to Earth’s defense. When she captures the mysterious Mecah—tall, blond and very sexy—desires flame and the interrogation soon melts under his scorching passion.

Mecah’s possession of Shalene is more than lust—she’s the kismet mate he’s sought all his life, only she doesn’t believe him. Shalene and Mecah join forces to turn the tide of war, but without winning the heart and soul of his fated mate, he stands to lose his greatest battle.

She changed into a clean uniform, donning a fresh pair of black boots. If she was going to seduce him, then she needed to allow herself to enjoy it. Didn’t she? It was a direct order. She was a good soldier and did whatever she was ordered without hesitation or question. She squared her bare shoulders, looking at her reflection.

Strong arms were exposed from the tight bustier vest. Her breasts rose high and full above the leather lacings. The matching leather pants clung to every curve, and she knew with the high-topped boots, in another time, she would have looked like a dominatrix. All she needed was a whip. She laughed at herself and turned from the mirror.

She reached for the canister of brandy, noticing how her hand shook. The glass was cold against her sweaty palms. She poured the golden liquid into the goblet, letting the bottle tilt longer than normal, until the glass was full. That should bolster her enough to seduce Captain Mecah. It would be easy. He was a willing partner. But was she? Could she do this? It had been fifteen years since she’d been with a man and while it was her choice, it was still something she missed. Would she find, after years of abstinence, her ability to control her passion foolproof, or would the ever-present longing for the feel of a man overpower and dominate her?

The alcohol shot through her, fanning in warm layers, dulling her mind and giving her a relaxed buzz. That felt good. She picked up the helmet, feeling giddy and school-girlish.

Abber waited outside Shalene’s door.

“The prisoner’s demanding food. I ignored his request. I figured food would be part of the…ah…”

“Torture?” Her boot heels clicked faster as she hurried down the corridor with Abber a few paces behind her.

“The general ordered me to get some extra things, so I need to see about it.”

“What things?” She halted and turned on him, her rage seething just below her façade of control.

“Ah.” His face rushed crimson. “Wine, music, candles, ah—”

“You have to obey the general’s orders, Abber. Don’t worry about me. I can take care of myself.” Her heart tugged for the pained look centering his eyes. “While you’re about it, grab a plate of chow for the prisoner and bring it to the room.”

“Aye, Commander.” He saluted and practically ran to the mess hall.

Her hatred for General Jacob flamed at the thought of him using Abber. He knew how close the youth was to her. She balled her hands into hard fists, standing outside the metal black door, dreading what she had been ordered to do. She was a solider and a commander. In spite of all attempts to accept the order, her anger toward General Jacob grew.

So be it! She’d not give Jacob any satisfaction. Donning the helmet, she stiffened her spine and took a deep breath. She would do this her way and to hell with Jacob! She keyed in the passcode and shoved the door open. Mecah jumped from the mattress, not even attempting to hide his excitement over seeing her.

“Commander? I’ve not had a leisurely shower in a long time. A plate of warm food would make this close to utopia.”

She noticed he’d plaited his blond hair into a single braid that fell below his shoulders. His strong, muscled body filled the military-issue pants and T-shirt, highlighting the raw strength of years of disciplined training. As a warrior she could appreciate his body, but as a woman she appreciated it more. She cleared her throat, trying to disentangle herself from the unwelcomed sensations fluttering in her stomach.

“We’re afforded baths because there’s plenty of water down here.” She noticed he had shaved and was surprised by the compelling desire to trace his square jawline with her fingertips. Instead, she tightened her hands into hard fists by her side.

“Plenty of water? Then we have something to bargain with.”

“What would that be?”

“Water in exchange for information.”

She looked away from his intense stare and pushed the helmet down tighter on her head.

“I thought something was wrong since you were gone so long. Had I known you were showering—” He sighed appreciatively and sat down on the edge of the bed, resting his forearms on his legs. “What’s with the helmet?” he squinted. “Oh, I see, ore lined. Just so you know, it won’t stop our minds from reconnecting. Once the initial contact’s made, it can’t be severed. Now, I do like your black leathers, and a lace-up bustier vest always makes me hot.” His gaze swept over her.

Shalene felt as though she weren’t wearing any clothes.

“Do take off that helmet, love, so I can see your silky hair. Frankly, had I known you were grooming for me—”

“Please don’t flatter yourself. I’ve been out on recon for days. And my delay was due to a very boring and typical debriefing. It certainly wasn’t in preparation for you. And you will address me as Commander or Commander Courers but never as ‘love’. Are we clear?”

“Do you really mean never?”

“Are you going to make this painful or painless, Captain?”

“Is that an invitation, Commander?” He flashed a devastating smile and she looked away, attempting to shield herself against his disarming magnetism, but his smile ripped a need through her that startled yet aroused.

“Interrogations can become very unpleasant, as I’m sure you know.” She closed the door behind her. The automatic lock jarred her pulse into an erratic throbbing. She glanced at the wall mounts where cameras had once been suspended. The general would not be playing voyeur. Perhaps Abber had removed them on his own. Relief washed over her.

“I only want to indulge in pleasure where you’re concerned, Shalene.” He took a step closer.

“I will remind you only once more to address me as Commander or Commander Courers.” She squared her shoulders and took a step forward, all the while studying the way the corners of his lips turned up in a very sexy grin.

A sudden urge to feel those lips pressed against hers overpowered all reason. She halted mid-stride, fighting against the impulse. Had he inserted the very desire into her mind without her knowing it? She fought the quivering heat slipping down her spine to her pussy and willed the aching need to leave her body. Instead, it burst white-hot in a passionate urgency to feel his mouth claim hers. Was he right? Was the ore-lined helmet useless?

“You feel it, don’t you?” His voice invaded her protective barriers, storming through her defenses as though they were mere vapor.

“What?” Her voice shook in spite of her attempt to keep it unemotional.

“Kismet. I feel it too. Do you have it in your culture?”

“Do you mean fate?”

He nodded with eyes turning dark plum. His look seared her skin in a fiery path as it dropped to her lips then wandered to her breasts. She knew the bustier pressed their fullness high above the leather lacings. With each rapid breath, the soft leather stretched against her nipples, creating erotic sensations.

“W-What are you saying about fate?” She leaned back, flattening her hands against the cold door for added support.

“There’s a Kismet between us, Commander Courers. Shalene.” He stepped closer.

The way he spoke her name sent excited goose bumps up her arms, followed by electrical jags of heat and desire racing to her pussy. Her heartbeat thumped harder. He was moving closer and with each step, her pulse pounded harder.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Whatever was going on, she clearly had no control over her own body. She stepped across the room in front of him, feeling his stare follow her, slipping down her back to her ass. She knew her body was in strong physical shape from training, yet had never felt such delight in a man’s appreciation. She braved a look in his direction and her gaze was immediately captured by his intense stare.

“You can deny. You can try to resist, but Kismet has its own agenda, as your people say. It won’t rest until it is appeased.”

“A-And just how is it appeased?” she challenged.

“The only way any hunger can be sated.” His laughter was deep and infectious.

Shalene swallowed back the lashing fire that threatened to consume her. Was it his passion or hers coursing through her? How could she discern?

“Stop trying to understand it. There’s no understanding. There’s no avoiding it. When Kismet declares itself to a man and woman, the only solution is submission to its power.”

“You’re a talented mind controller.” She turned her back to him, focusing on anything else that might break the connection with him.

“Like I said, there’s no stopping it. We can play this game forever or you can take that helmet off and sit down with me so we can talk.”

“You’re my prisoner, in case you forgot. I’ll decide when we sit.” She crossed her arms over her chest.

“Have it your way.” He sat down in one of the plastic chairs but continued to stare at her.

Scenes, unbidden, flashed in front of her. He stood over her as she lay naked beneath him, enjoying the way he looked down at her as she moved her hands over her body, spreading the lips of her pussy wide so he could see her better. His excitement charged her, sending a frenetic rhythm undulating to her hips.

Shalene squinted against the vision.

“Stop that!” she yelled.

“I didn’t give you any vision you didn’t want. I merely summoned your deepest desires. They did the rest.” He paused. “Care to share what you saw?”

“I’ll ask the questions.”

“The first being? What do I want?” He smiled.


“Aside from you? I want the same thing you do, Commander. The Demrons destroyed.”

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

St. Patrick's Week @ TRS

You are invited! To a special St. Patrick's week event!

Three parts, really simple.

First, on our Yahoo loops we'll be posting about all things St. Patrick and everyone is invited. Post about your St. Patrick's day romance stories, recipes, party ideas, etc. Holly will here enjoying all the fun and I'll check in too as I can.

We ask that for this event, which ends on 3/17/10 (midnight) that folks keep promos to a minimum so folks don't have so much to sort through to enjoy the St. Patrick's Day stuff.

The promo rule DOES NOT APPLY if your post is honestly about St. Patrick's Day in some way, shape, or form.

Second, we're having a scavenger hunt at the site and we have a lot of great prizes. You need to look for the little shamrock button, it's on the front door of our site now, and when you find it, enter for your chance to win the prize it lists. Right now, that's a print anthology from Ellora's Cave donated by one of the featured authors -- Elaine Lowe. (Hint: look for a very green section of our site.)

Finally, we have a 1/2 price advertising sale going on now through midnight EST 3/17/10. Take advantage of that too!

Thank you and we'll look forward to seeing you there!


Tina Pavlik
The Romance Studio ~ the romance genre today.

Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Love Me Tomorrow, Getting a second life

It's always fun when a novella in an anthology is given a second life. EC has dusted off two of my former contributions to anthologies and given them a second life as single titles.

As a reader you may wonder why a publisher would do this. So did I, because I assumed anyone who wished to read my TTGBITN VI anthology contribution, Dream Lovers of Gargoyle Castle, had read it in the anthology released four years ago. My assumption was very wrong.

This was my first experience with a re-release where a novella was given a new life as a single title. I was taken aback by readers' reception of Dream Lovers of Gargoyle Castle as a single title. (Thanks again for those emails!) Readers who didn't read the anthology read the single title.

This just shows the diversity in reader tastes and how people view this kind of re-release. They know going in that this book was previously published in an anthology. Many readers had obviously read the anthology, yet some also wanted to read the single title.

Other readers who had missed the anthology read the single title release. So it's a wonderful way to get a book into the hands of readers who might have overlooked it in an anthology. I'm grateful that EC had the foresight to do this and from the emails I received, so were the readers!

Another fun part of a novella being pulled out of an anthology is that it gets a new cover all its own. I was a romance reader long before I started writing romance and I've drooled over many covers in my time. A new cover though is fantastically fun, not just for the author, but for the readers who simply enjoy covers as much as I do!

For this next re-release, Love Me Tomorrow, the new cover is so incredible. I was thrilled when I received it. Syneca, cover goddess of erotic romance, did more than create a great cover, she captured the essence of Mecah, the hero in Love Me Tomorrow.

This story is featured in the anthology, Fated Mates, which was nominated for the 2005 RT Reviewers' Choice Award. The anthology theme of scifi/futuristic was my first venture into a futuristic book and OMG, I had so much fun writing it. I'm a huge scifi fan, in fact, my family groans because I'll watch the worst scifi movie if I have to just to get my fix. Fortunately, there have been some amazing scifi TV series and movies over past few years.

Anyway, I hope you'll enjoy reading Love Me Tomorrow, whether you read it in the anthology or are reading it for the first time. I don't have a release date as of yet, but will be letting my newsletter subscribers know as soon as I do. Oh, before I forget, I have a new contest going on for a $25 Amazon gift cert for newsletter subscribers, if you want a chance to win, you can join the newsletter and receive info upon joining. Here's the blurb about Love Me Tomorrow and an excerpt. I hope you enjoy it!

Earth 2360

Shalene Courers leads freedom fighters against the Demrons to retrieve a crystal that is the secret to Earth's defense. When she captures the mysterious Mecah—tall, blond and very sexy—desires flame and the interrogation soon melts under his scorching passion.

Mecah's possession of Shalene is more than lust—she's the kismet mate he's sought all his life, only she doesn't believe him. Shalene and Mecah join forces to turn the tide of war, but without winning the heart and soul of his fated mate he stand to lose his greatest battle.


The enemy began to settle down for the night. She lay on the desert floor seeking the traitor’s heat signature and found him curled up against a large boulder a few feet from the reps, who slept close to the roaring fire. She trained all her power onto the human and searched his mind but was met by a barrier. She frowned.

Had he been schooled in the catacombs of Scotland, too? Only an intimate could block such a screening. She didn’t recall him. She probed deeper. He must be an intimate. There were only a dozen of them, she being one, yet how had he come to be a traitor? She pushed the thoughts from her mind and focused harder, probing deeper. Not an intimate. She sensed a different energy. Something new to her. So what was he? A rogue? A lone practitioner? She closed her eyes and concentrated on manifesting a visual of him.

Blond hair, tall, muscular, a handsome face with a lopsided devilish grin, a typical trooper. What else was there? Lilac eyes! She gasped and opened her eyes.

“What is it?” Abber whispered.

“He’s not human.”

“What?” Concern tightened Abber’s voice.

“He’s not human, Abber. I don’t know what he is. But he’s not human.”

“Are you saying we have a new alien enemy, besides the Demrons?” Panic edged his voice, matching the nervous pitch in her stomach.

“So it appears.”

“Oh shit. Excuse me, Commander, what I meant, was, well, damn, this is just great. We’ll be going in at a greater disadvantage. We know nothing about this new enemy,” he whispered, straining to contain his fear.

“We’re going through with this, Abber. We can do it. They appear to be asleep. Signal for the troops to move up,” she ordered, steadying her laser on the sleeping reptiles. “And remember, the non-reptile is to be captured.”

“Aye, Commander.” Abber turned and signaled the troops with a laser flash. “I hope he’s not more formidable than the reps.”

“He won’t be,” she assured the youth as they waited for the troops to join them. She lay on the ground, watching the fire flicker shadows over the blond man. It had been a long time since she’d enjoyed summer nights like this one sprawled out on a lounge chair in front of her outside living room. She’d always brought leftovers from her restaurant for late evening meals with her husband. He’d light the outside fireplace and they’d spend a romantic night underneath the stars, eating, sipping wine and planning their future.

After the leisurely meal, they’d lie in the bed swing, make love then hold each other, sharing the day’s events, staring up at the stars, talking about the family they would have one day. Shalene swallowed the burning in her throat and pushed back the tears. It had been just such a night when the first strike had hit. She closed her eyes against the bitter memory. Fifteen years and it still felt like yesterday—sometimes.

“All troops in place, Commander. We’re good to go.”

She dragged herself from the vivid memories and stared into the bleak present. It had been a different life and she’d been a different person.

“Guns set to kill,” she spoke into the mic with her voice tightening around the memory’s residue. “Remember, the non-rep is to be captured,” she reminded and gave each trooper a glance. She was bestowed a nod of understanding. With her hand, she motioned for the troops to spread out and encircle the campsite. Once assured everyone was in position, she signaled the attack.

The sleeping reptiles were slow to react to the laser blasts, but Mecah was on his feet and firing at the attackers, deliberately missing his marks. He watched Bog take a blast in the chest and fall hard on his back. His long scaly tail writhed in the sand then was still.

“Hands up! Drop your weapon. Down on your knees.” The woman, dressed in tight leather pants and short bustier covered with a desert-camouflaged military vest, aimed a laser pistol at him.

His gaze traveled from the bluish beam back to the woman. She unstrapped the helmet and jerked it off. Long silky hair tumbled down her back in a long wavy flow, reminding him of a rush of dark water freed from a damn. Tossing the scarred, dull helmet to the soldier standing behind her, she took determined strides across the camp toward him, all the while keeping the laser aimed on his chest.

The moon emerged from the clouds and bathed her in silvery streams of light, highlighting her curly dark hair in shimmering flickers. Her oval face was smudged with camouflage grease and her knee-length boots were scuffed and dusty. Her upper arms, exposed by the vest, flexed as she steadied the weapon on him. Sculpted, feminine muscled arms indicated a trained and disciplined body, and beneath, governed by an equally trained mind.

Overall, she gave the appearance of a capable soldier, yet one thing contradicted the illusion and intrigued him—her aura. Unlike other human soldiers whose auras were usually a mixture of reds and oranges and in some cases blacks and grays, hers was a myriad of colors without the typical dominating hue, giving a rainbow effect of colorful shards that emanated from her.

Her oval face was set in a stern, almost angry expression, with large brown eyes reflecting a coldness that again contradicted her aura of a spiritually evolved being who knew the secrets of the universe.

“What are you grinning at?” she sneered, stopping in front of him. “What’s your name?” She lowered the weapon so it was at her hip level and pointed at him. Still kneeling, Mecah looked up into her dark eyes. The air stirred electric and when she moved closer, her aura merged with his.

Encased in her essence, his probing was immediately shoved aside as her barrier walls rose to block him. He pressed harder and his appreciation quickened when he crashed through her shield and found the truth he saw reflecting deep in her soul. Desire surged through his body, responding to her on the basest level while simultaneously connecting on the deepest of all spiritual levels that only Kismet mates could attain. How could it be? How could this alien be his Kismet? His breathing quickened. Dare he believe? It was against all Kyronian laws, but the sensation was undeniable. He’d waited for it his entire life and there she stood in front of him—his Kismet mate.

He slipped past her hatred and found recognition. The same recognition now reflecting in her liquid chocolate eyes. His heart was a staccato beat. She knew they were kindred spirits, too. What would she do now that she, too, knew? In spite of his attempt to control his thoughts, Mecah couldn’t help wondering about her. How could it be that he had to travel millions of light-years from his home to find his Kismet mate? The irony was too much and he released the welling emotions in a laugh.

“You find this humorous?” she asked, reinforcing her persona, bolstering her energy against his probing. At that very moment she knew, just as he did—they were made for each other. Designed by a greater purpose to come together at this fated moment.

His thoughts unleashed to explore deeper, needing to know everything about her. Intuitive females who evolved to her level not only knew the secrets of the universe but had a greater appreciation of the art of lovemaking. Orgasms were achieved using their minds as well as their bodies. He’d heard all the legends of such highly evolved women and their abilities to reduce a man to little more than a sex slave. He watched the emotions struggling to escape her rigid control. Oh yeah, he’d gladly be her sex slave. The response to his musings tightened in his crotch.

“Get up,” she barked.

Embarrassed by the telltale sign of his arousal, he stood from the blanket. Immediately, her attention was drawn to his erection bulging beneath his tan pants. A slight smile lifted one corner of her mouth.

“You have a strange reaction to being captured, ah…”

“Name’s Mecah, Captain Mecah. And what can I say? I appreciate a beautiful woman,” he grinned.

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