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Wednesday, June 24, 2015

Dust makes the story sweeter!

It's Wednesday, and I was at work, minding my own dang business. A few months ago, a woman had asked us if she could place a book swap table in our nice ladies sitting area. Up sprung up an array of books ranging from regency romance to chicken noodle books for the soul. Occasionally, odd books show up, and at times, the library table is reduced to nothing.
 
I pass this little library as I head to the ladies room, and giving my coffee consumption of a morning, it is often. Week after week, I glance at the small offering, and nothing catches my attention. Not that I have time anyway.

So, today, I'm doing my usual, rush to restroom, you're an idiot for drinking so much coffee, and a new selection graced the tiny table. One in particular catches my eye. For those that don't know me well, I'll tell you, I'm a cover whore. 

Now, I don't care if the cover is hot or oozing with sex appeal, it just needs to be eye appealing. With that said, the cover has to be different or unique. The latest selection has comprised of many similar covers, all of which have a woman in a long, era specific gown, a hero in the background. Sigh. If I had a dollar....

Anyway, so this odd looking book is sitting there. It stops me dead in my tracks. Wait, what? That book doesn't belong there. A western historical romance? No Chicken Soup for the Soul? No regency romance? Or otherwise, not "my" type of book. Well, not right now. My muse is subjective and changes her mind daily.

So, this cover doesn't fit! Blasted! I consider it and leer. Damn, I don't have time for this. It's my Friday and I need to go home and pack for vacation. I walk on toward the door to the restroom, considering the book. Maybe later. If someone else doesn't snatch it up.
 
I go back to work and I'm bugged over this book! Crap nuggets. I have oodles of books on my Kindle that I haven't even read, but I long to feel the pages of a paperback in my hands. I love the real thing, my bookmark reminding me that I have much left to read....

As soon as I get free of work, I hurry to the sitting room, sure the book isn't there. It would serve me right.
 
Yes! The book is there! But will I like it? What if snag it and I'm disappointed? Inner demons are truly a pain in the ass. The whimsical cover says, "Read me!" In response, I say, "What if you're no good? Who is Beth Ciotta?"

Don't throw stones if you know this author! So many books appear daily anymore and we are inundated with new reads! Authors are in a push to write more, produce more, because another book is the best publicity! Right? Write, write, write. Publish more, write faster, write more! A new release? OMG! I have to check it out!

But....what about all the great reads before ebooks? I recall vividly reading Lois L'Amour paperbacks and loving every page. I read Pet Semetary by Stephen King somewhere around the sixth grade and hugged my pillow!
 
My point is this. While we evolve into new tech and are daily bombarded with new books, because its easier than ever to publish, rather than the dark ages, as I call them, when a handful of publishers "decided" who would be published and who would hit the slush pile, we now have thousands upon thousands of options!
 
I digress. Are you wondering about the book that captured my attention? I've already given the author. 

I'll tell ya, the book is called, Lasso the Moon. Now, I did a little research and noticed the book was released again in 2014 with a shiny new hot cover. I'm not sure if the story is the same in both, but I will say, I wouldn't change the original that was published in 2006.

Not many books hook me so hard that I "can't" put them down. I will, if I have something else to do, but this one, oh no, has ruined my day. LOL! In a good way. Granted, I had to put it down to shower, that's important, and I had to fold laundry for my trip, but hated every damn minute! I'm nearly finished and dying to pick it back up.


I had to stop and write this post on account I will be out of town. In a few moments I will resume my delightful reading, but I had to share. 

To say a little about the author and her writing. I have giggled and smiled every step of the way. The heroine is cute and lovable. How many of us can pull that off? The hero? Swoon! Yeah, I need me an ex-lawman. This book is a sweet romance, but really hot with the fireworks pinging between the characters. I'm stunned and in awe. Maybe I'm a geek and love the Wild West. Maybe I need a break from my erotic writing. Who knows? But, I know I'm loving this book and will have to finish it ASAP. More than likely this will happen as the family slumbers. I will be bleary eyed in my travels tomorrow, but heck, I'm on vacation. Why not?

So, to end my ramble, I challenge each and every one of you to dig deep for those long lost reads. Just because they came out years ago, doesn't mean they are still not enjoyable. Most times, they're better than I could even imagine. This author has captured my attention. Her storytelling is simply fantastic. And that's what it's all about, capturing a reader's attention. I don't care the genre, an author has to paint a picture a reader can envision, and create characters readers want to rally behind. This book has hooked me and I'm loving every minute. I will be seeking out more books by this author. 


Thursday, June 4, 2015

Panther Magic - Doris O'Connor

Thanks so much for having me on your blog today with my new release, Panther Magic, book five in The Projects series. 
Famous magicians Zeb and Arran Harris are at the end of their current tour, and kicking back at the spa-with-a-difference when they scent their mate. The fiery Zeb is all for swinging the delicious human morsel over his shoulder and stalking off with their prey, but his more level headed and five minutes younger twin Arran urges caution.
After all, as responsive as Kate seems to them, she is human, and there is the small matter of her animosity toward all things magic.
Magic is in the brothers’ blood as much as their need to shift, and as their mate and sub, Kate will have to accept all of them.
A slow seduction is what’s needed, but when circumstances force the brothers’ hand, that plan goes out of the window and their animal instincts take over with disastrous results.
It’s just as well Kate has spirit, because she has to rescue her Sirs right back.
Prepare to laugh, cry, and get somewhat hot and bothered, because when these three get together, they ignite the pages.

Blurb:
There’s no such thing as magic…
Kate doesn’t believe in it, let alone the panther sort Arran and Zeb Harris are famous for. Using animals in their act is just downright cruel. If only she could convince her libido of that. Instead she seems to have fallen head over heels in lust with those sex-on-legs twin brothers. Getting laid will cure this, surely?
When panther shifters Arran and Zeb scent their mate, they know they’ll have a fight on their hands. The delectable human morsel might be submissive, but Kate has spirit, never mind the small matter she has no idea shifters exist.
They want her submission freely given and not forced upon her by the mysterious mating bond. However, when their panthers kill while rescuing Kate, that bond might well be the only thing to keep them alive.
It’s up to Kate to save her Sirs.

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Adult Excerpt:

“Sirs, are we going to play—now?” The words came out hesitant, but her breathing sped up when Zeb walked toward her and placed the end of his crop under her chin to nudge her head up. He slowly ran it along her throat, rested it on each of their bite marks and then trailed it along her collarbone and into the valley of her breasts.
“I thought we might, unless you have any objections?”
Kate shook her head and whispered a shaky, “No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” Zeb trailed the tip across her lace covered breasts, and over each nipple in turn, and Kate gasped and tried her best not to squirm.
Arran barely managed to hold in a groan of his own. It was incredibly erotic watching their girl reacting to his brother’s strokes against her flesh. Her skin took on the rosy glow of arousal, and her nipples firmed into hard buds that strained against the delicate blue lace covering them. Zeb nudged her knees apart further with his foot, and traced the tip of the crop over her quivering abdomen and down to her delectable wet pussy. The fabric covering her slit darkened further, and Arran’s nostrils flared as the sweet musk of her arousal filled the air. His cock jerked, and he stroked along his length to give himself some relief.
Zeb looked back at him and smirked, and mimicked Arran’s actions on his own dick. Kate licked her lips when she noticed, and moved toward Zeb, but he brought the riding crop down between her legs. It flicked across her wet slit, and Kate jumped and moaned. It was such a deep throated sound that Arran’s balls drew tight, and he fisted himself harder.
“Such a naughty girl we have. So wet for us already, so eager for a cock, aren’t you? Tell me, wildcat, how badly do you want my cock?”
Zeb took himself in hand more firmly as he spoke to her, and Kate’s gaze seemed riveted to the action of his hand going up and down his shaft. Arran fisted himself faster, as Kate’s pink little tongue dipped out and licked her lips. Drops of pre-cum emerged from the tip of his cock, and he rubbed his thumb over his wet slit, and used the natural lubrication to fist himself harder. It felt way too good, and his grunt of pleasure brought Kate’s attention back to him.
Zeb laughed when he noticed.
“Or perhaps you want my brother’s cock?”
Kate looked between them, and she nodded.
“What’s that, girl? I can’t hear you. Which cock do you want? Mine or Arran’s, or perhaps you want both?”
Arran and Kate both groaned in unison, and Zeb’s grin deepened. His sadistic brother always did get a kick out of playing mind games, and seeing both Arran’s and Kate’s discomfort no doubt turned him on.
“Hmm, perhaps you’ll get your wish, and we’ll fill all your holes today. Would my little wildcat like that?”
A moan was his only answer, and without warning Zeb brought the riding crop down across her thigh. Kate yelped, and a red thin stripe appeared across her pale flesh immediately. Zeb repeated the action to her other leg, and tears sprang into Kate’s eyes, yet her sweet musk increased tenfold, and Arran’s beast near salivated at tasting the bounty between her legs.
“Yes, Sir, please, anything … I’m yours.”
Kate’s whispered reply was music to Arran’s ears, and Zeb winked at him.
“Good girl, you best start with my little brother then. He looks about ready to explode.”
Kate’s gaze sought Arran’s, and the love and need to please that shone out of her right now meant the world to him. She made to rise, but Zeb’s heavy hand on her shoulder stopped her.
“Who said anything about getting up, girl? I want you to crawl, and swing those hips and tits. Give Arran a show, and then suck him good. I don’t want to see a drop of his cum spilled, do you hear me?”
“Yes, Sir.” Kate’s eager reply and the speed with which she complied meant that Arran had to pinch the bottom of his shaft to stop himself from shooting his load like some inexperienced teenager. He was so fucking close already, and judging by the wicked grin on his brother’s face Zeb knew that, too. He mentally flipped his brother the finger, and then concentrated on the poetry in motion that was Kate crawling toward him. With an inherent grace that would have done any cat shifter proud she put one hand in front of the other, and slid her knees across the soft carpet, while swinging her hips from side to side.
Zeb’s face dropped, and he seemed unable to tear his gaze away from her ass. Zeb had always been an ass man, and seeing her pale globes so beautifully presented to him, had to be torture for his brother. Served the bastard right.
All conscious thought fled Arran’s brain when Kate reached him, looked up at him from under her naturally long eyelashes, and smiled.

“Sir? May I please suck your cock?”

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About Doris:
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get.  From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.
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Wednesday, June 3, 2015

RED IS FOR DANGER - Clair de Lune

Congrats to Clair de Lune on her latest release!
Thank you for having me on your blog. My latest book Red is for Fire, released on June 18th. It's the second in the "Red is for…." Series and self-published.



Red is for Fire.
Edana McAllister is a force of nature, voluptuous and passionate as well as stubborn and determined to have her way. Her long mane of rich red hair complements her fiery personality. Guided by her Goddess, she is in pursuit of her man and she will stop at nothing to get him, on her terms of course.
Andrew Macgregor is a giant of a man, dominant and unstoppable in court, magnificent in his kilt, and a true Dom. He wants Edana, but deceived by her outward appearance he curbs his dominant tendencies until he overhears Edana discussing what she really wants with a friend. His eyes are opened and he decides to give her exactly what she desires, but on his terms
Sparks fly, and the clash of wills leads to stalemate until fate or the Goddess intervenes. 


This is book 2 in the series, which is set in a clandestine BDSM club in Speyside, the heart of the Scottish Whisky producing country. All the Doms and subs in the club are prominent members of  local society and have a lot to lose if their kink is discovered, so they will go to any lengths to protect their secrets and each other. Each book is a stand-alone, complete story.


Story Excerpt
"Well, the evening was a great success," Calum said as he and Ruari met the next day to consider plans, over a wee dram of the eighteen-year-old Dalguise, of course.
"Andrew's demonstration caused even more comment than we'd anticipated. I see the list he put up had Doughall and Ewan's names as well as ours. That scene with Edana was sensational," Ruari remarked.
"Yes, it was. What do you make of her and Andrew?"
Ruari considered for a while before he spoke. He swirled the amber liquid in his glass, sniffed appreciatively and took a sip.
"I think he's smitten. Oh, he does his best to conceal it, but when she's in the room he has eyes and attention for no other. The problem is I'm not so sure about her feelings. She was flirting with me, in front of him, but when I suggested we take it further she drew back at once. Come to think about it, I'm not sure what her game is at all, nor Catriona's. She was after Andrew like a bitch in heat, and Edana didn't seem to mind at all." Ruari sounded perplexed and not a little troubled.
Calum smiled to himself. Seems to me that Catriona knows exactly what she's about, but I have no intention of spoiling her fun. Ruari needs to settle down soon. She'd make him an excellent wife, but he's always been afraid to commit. Now he's beginning to sound like a dog that sees his old neglected bone the focus of attention by another.
"I saw them giggling together earlier," Calum remarked. "They seem to be up to something. Is she your sub or not?"
"I asked her to come here. I'm not sure I want to collar her. I don't think I want a permanent arrangement just yet," Ruari said, slowly, hesitating over his words.
"She's a stunner with that sleek cap of multi-coloured hair and that voluptuous figure, what's not to like? Just ask yourself how you'd feel if anyone else fucked her."
"Oh, she's gorgeous all right. There's nothing wrong with her, it's just me," Ruari said.
Calum thought he'd said enough to give Ruari food for thought.
"Well, you know your own business best, Ruari. Let's get to the plans for the future of the club. I'm for offering Doughall, Ewan and Heather membership. What about you?"
"It's your club, Calum," Ruari said.
"Yes, but we set it up, and I'd appreciate your candid opinion," Calum said.
"Okay then. I agree. We'll still need one more sub, to make up the numbers when we meet. We can ask if any of the Doms know of anyone who'd like to join. It's not going to be easy, with such a small membership, not to have Doms queueing up for subs. Before you know it, the subs will be getting ideas well above their station."
"No, we can't have that. We shall just have to keep them in their place," Calum said with a wink. "I can't wait to try out that spanking bench."

© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015

Adult Excerpt (R)
Edana stood at the bottom of the staircase, and to one side, as she'd been instructed. She heard the sound of cars arriving, so she straightened her back and lowered her gaze. She heard the cheerful rumble of Andrew's voice, and gripped her hands behind her back. She was nervous and on-edge. She well knew the spanking wasn't the only 'treat' he had planned, and she hoped that it would only be himself administering the punishment. The door opened, and a blast of cool evening air made her shiver and her nipples turn to hard nubs. Andrew must have allowed everyone to precede him, because although she couldn't look up, she could see their feet, and his laced brogues and stockings didn't appear until the very end, after the bolts had been shot home.
"Ah my naughty little puss is awaiting my pleasure," he almost purred. He put his bag on the floor and took out a box. He bent and sucked one stiff, little nipple into his mouth.
Edana gasped as she tried to remain upright. The pleasurable feelings made her toes curl, and her knees wobble. He stopped sucking and took out a wicked looking nipple clamp with which he adorned her nipple. Then he repeated the exercise and linked the two with a short length of chain that allowed very little movement, without tweaking the clamps. He hadn't finished, because he was holding a third clamp and Edana's eyes widened and her nostrils flared as she realised just where that was going.
He sat on the bottom step and told her to put one leg over his shoulder. When she hesitated, he pulled on the chain between her nipples to gain her attention, and she hurried to comply. His mouth sucked at her little bud, making her head spin, and she held onto him, to keep from falling over. When he took his mouth away, she moaned her objection, but he didn't comply with her unspoken request. Instead, he placed the last clamp over her clit, linking it to the other two, with just enough chain so that movement would pull on her delicate parts. He told her to remove her leg and stand upright, then he adjusted the length of the chain to his liking.
He took a collar and lead out of his bag and, placing the former about her neck, he attached the latter, holding the end in his hand. He lifted her chin and smiled at her.
"I've waited for this for such a long time, and I'm going to enjoy every last minute, my sweeting."
He led her to the stage and up the steps. Everyone was seated and silent. She felt so alone, but Andrew was on the other end of the lead, and he would look after her. She had to do this for him. He'd lost face because of her, and now it was pay-back time.

© Clair de Lune , self published, 2015

Author's bio
Since my youngest son challenged me to write a novel of my own and I wrote "Initiation" book one in the Prometheus in Chains series writing has taken over my life. It has been like a roller-coaster ride and a very pleasurable one at that. When I sent off my first book to Siren I had no idea what I was setting in motion. I have made many good friends, some readers and some fellow authors. Writing has certainly changed my life.
I believe the world has enough sadness in it and my characters will always get their HEA even if the road is rocky.
 I am also very grateful for all the help and advice I have received from Sage Marlowe who edited this book and Jess Buffett for the beautiful cover.
This is only my second self-published book. My previous series "Prometheus in  Chains," "The Dragons of the Cairngorms," "The Blood Red Rose Club," and the single novellas, Angel in Hell and  The Locket were published by Siren. Life on the Edge was published by Breathless Press.


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Tuesday, June 2, 2015

Order of the Dragon - Siobhan Muir

ORDER OF THE DRAGON 
SIOBHAN MUIR

Drake MacGregor always adhered to the adage ‘let sleeping dragons lie’, until he slept with one.

In an effort to make up for his past as Vlad the Impaler, Drake has been living a small, quiet life in Three Lakes. As the town’s archivist, his knowledge of history and his place in it weigh on him. Drake has one desire—to rectify the atrocities committed in the name of his knightly order. Too bad he can’t keep his hands, or his fangs, off the local doctor, especially when he discovers she’s an actual dragon.

Aliandra Cantora del Viento is old enough and wise enough to ignore her attraction to the handsome historian, especially when her heart suggests he might be something more than he appears. Drake stokes her fires and curls her tail, and after a hot night in her clinic, the game is on. But he avoids her and nothing she tries breaks through his reserve, despite his obvious interest. He turns her on then apologizes for it, repeatedly. Not exactly the kind of relationship she’d hoped for yet she can’t walk away.


When a mysterious researcher arrives with his son, Drake becomes more edgy and irritable, and Aliandra must decide if she’s willing to fight for him. Especially when he might be her True Mate.

Adult Excerpt:

Order of the Dragon
Copyright © 2015 Siobhan Muir
All rights reserved.

Drake snarled as he launched himself at Aliandra, slamming into her and pressing her against the medical table. Her inner dragon howled with triumph as he pressed his growing erection between her legs and stapled her hands to the bench behind her.
“If my control wasn’t excellent, Dr. Cantora, I would have sunk my cock into your sweet-scented pussy and my teeth into your neck.” He snarled his need, his eyes blazing crimson.
“Then do it, Mr. MacGregor.”
He groaned and closed his eyes, but he dropped his lips to her throat once more and licked her, making her shiver. His teeth broke her skin and momentary pain exploded into erotic pleasure, eliciting a needy whimper.
“Oh, Goddess of all.” She struggled against his grip. She had to touch him, to feel more of his body as he fed on her blood.
He grunted in agreement and kept siphoning her plasma in great swallows. Each pull ramped her arousal up higher, flooding her pussy with cream. She writhed against him and he rumbled another growl, grinding his cock harder into her belly.
He suckled a moment longer then pulled back to stare down at her, his face flushed with health and banked hunger.
“There, that’s enough,” he whispered, licking his lips clean of her blood.
“No, more. You need more.” She tried to pull him down to her again. I need more.
“It’s enough for me, Doctor.”
“But it’s not enough for me!”
Aliandra reared up and pushed him back then flipped him around until she pressed him against the medical table. He grunted in surprise and his eyes started to gleam again as she grinned with feral joy. If he wouldn’t take her, she’d take him.
Dropping to her knees in front of him, she yanked down his black boxer briefs and admired the bold cock straining toward her from a nest of silver and black curls. His testicles drew up tight to his body, but when her breath caressed them, the skin flexed in reaction. Aliandra inhaled the spicy musk emanating from his balls and rumbled with appreciation.
He chuckled huskily. “You aren’t going to eat me, are you, Doctor?”
“Depends on your definition of ‘eat’, Mr. MacGregor.”
Aliandra grasped his hip with one hand, his cock with the other, and slid her mouth around his shaft all the way to the base. Drake hissed and threw his head back in pleasure as she massaged the silky skin of his dick. She took his response as encouragement and tightened her lips as she pulled back, allowing her canines to scrape along his shaft.
“Holy Goddess.” Drake rocked his head forward and his eyes burned in the semi-darkness of the room. “You’re diabolical, Doctor.”
She chuckled and pulled back long enough to grin. “Not diabolical, draconic.” She sucked him back in again.
Aliandra worked her lips and tongue over his hardened flesh, massaging and stroking as she savored the musky taste of his precum. Drake groaned and rocked his hips, and a pragmatic voice in the back of her mind noted his leg had healed.
She encircled the head of his cock with her tongue until he growled, his hands fastening on her biceps like steel bands. He yanked her to her feet, his penis springing out of her mouth with a loud pop. She growled back at him, but he’d already unfastened her jeans and shoved them down with her panties.
“I want to feel your hot pussy on my cock, Doc.” He snarled as he pulled her to him.
“Excellent, Mr. MacGregor. My pussy wants your cock, now.”
His eyes widened with amazed delight and he shoved his knees between her thighs, widening her legs until she straddled his hips.
“Take it, then, Doc.”
She keened her pleasure as his hard shaft thrust up into her aching core. Fire flared through her body as he snarled and pulled back then thrust again, harder.
Pleasure swamped Aliandra and she forgot everything around her in her body’s insistence on getting more. She gripped his shoulders, her hands shifting back into talons as she let go to the ecstasy of his hard loving. Drake’s eyes blazed with crimson desire and his lips pulled back from his teeth just before he struck her throat again.
The combination of his fangs in her neck and his cock in her pussy threw her into an explosive orgasm, and she roared, digging her claws into his back. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, the urge to bite Drake as overwhelming as the cascading pleasure flooding through her.
The only thing that stopped her from following through was his sweater, plastered to his back from sweat and blood where her talons had broken his skin. Reality crashed into her just as Drake came, a long, drawn out moan seeping around his lips at her throat.
He’s a vampire. He can’t be my True Mate. Dragons only bit their mate-bonded partners, and only other dragons.
The pleasure from her orgasm drained away in the face of her revelation and bewildered chagrin took its place. She held still, trying to catch her breath and resisting the continued urge to bite the man between her legs.
I can’t True-Mate a vampire.
Somehow, the logic didn’t cool the need. The swipe of Drake’s tongue on her skin made Aliandra jump and he raised his head to look at her, his expression full of satisfaction and health.

Order of the Dragon
ISBN: 9781311396693
Genre: Paranormal Romance, Book 1
Word Count: 48,318
Release Date: May 19 2015

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Author Bio 
Siobhan Muir lives in Cheyenne, Wyoming, with her husband, two daughters, and a vegetarian cat she swears is a shape-shifter, though he's never shifted when she can see him. When not writing, she can be found looking down a microscope at fossil fox teeth, pursuing her other love, paleontology. An avid reader of science fiction/fantasy, her husband gave her a paranormal romance for Christmas one year, and she was hooked for good.

In previous lives, Siobhan has been an actor at the Colorado Renaissance Festival, a field geologist in the Aleutian Islands, and restored inter-planetary imagery at the USGS. She’s hiked to the top of Mount St. Helens and to the bottom of Meteor Crater.

Siobhan writes kick-ass adventure with hot sex for men and women to enjoy. She believes in happily ever after, redemption, and communication, all of which you will find in her paranormal romance stories.

Siobhan’s latest release, Order of the Dragon, is the first story in her new Warbler Peninsula series. She has published A Hell Hound’s Fire (a free read), The Beltane Witch, and Cloudburst Ice Magic in the Cloudburst Colorado series, and Take the Reins and A Centaur’s Solstice Wish in the Rifts series. Siobhan has also published Bronco’s Rough Ride and The Navy’s Ghost in the Bad Boys of Beta Squad series, Not a Dragon’s Standard Virgin and Queen Bitch of the Callowwood Pack through Siren Publishing, and Her Devoted Vampire through Evernight Publishing.

Siobhan's Links
Website: http://siobhanmuir.com
Blog: http://siobhanmuir.blogspot.com
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5760938.Siobhan_Muir