Touched by The Sandman

Please join me in welcoming Beverly Ovalle to my Blog today. Having read this wonderful story I wanted to share it with you. It’s a beautiful love story about “The Sandman” Aryane   and the woman he falls in love with Alainn.

I could not stop reading once this story began. If you had erotic dreams of a man that made you feel so loved and so special. One that reminded you of day dreams you had as a child. Would you fall for the Sandman?

Bev will stop by to answer questions you might have today. She’s excited about this book and the Blog Tour she’s on to promote it.


Title – Touched by the Sandman


Author – Beverly Ovalle


Genre – Erotic Paranormal


Publication Date – March 20, 2014


Length (Pages/# Words) – 34


Publisher – Boroughs Publishing Group


Cover Artist – Boroughs Publishing Group




Book Blurb/Synopsis


~A lonely woman’s torrid sexual dreams and fantasy partner await her as a dominant reality in another dimension~


The sandman visits those that need him, assisting them to sleep. Until one night he meets a woman that he cannot help but return to time after time.


She is lonely. He comes to her as she drifts off to sleep, the man of her dreams. Awake or asleep, which is her reality?


He knows she is the one meant for him. He will find a way to make both of their dreams come true.


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Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 24 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines.  Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.




Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell.  Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.




Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.






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Surviving Christmas Grief

This hits close to home, I lost my husband of 40 years, 9 months and 11 days on November 30, 2011. It’s been 2 years and I still fall apart over little things. Such as watching my 3 year old great nephew do some silly thing like winking and flirting. Memories flooded in all at once of Jim sitting in a chair “carrying on a conversation” with Tyler, and holding his hands and helping him walk. Saying well come on I’ll walk with you. In the middle of dinner in the middle of a restaurant last spring I burst into tears. So a deep thank you to Diane for posting a blog that touches me.

Profiles of Murder

Today I am sharing something not too many of my writer family knows about me. I lost my sixteen year old son, Eric, in 1996 to suicide.  I’d love to report that I’m over his death, but the truth is, his death is something I know I will never get over. But I have learned to deal with my loss of him.

December is hard for me, and I know it is for countless others who are dealing with the loss of their loved ones. Eric’s birthday was December 7. Last year my daughter gave me my first granddaughter born on his birthday.

Ms. Charlotte Joann is named after my mother who died two years after my son. In the span of two years, I lost two people I loved.

For years after my mom died, I’d break out her tree even though it was so old the limbs wouldn’t…

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Revocation of Independence

Enlightened Existential Empiricism

In a fit of anger her majesty Queen Elizabeth II issued the following letter to the citizens of United States of America

To the citizens of the United States of America from Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II

In light of your failure to financially manage yourselves and inability to effectively govern yourselves responsibly, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective immediately. (You should look up ‘revocation’ in the Oxford English Dictionary.)

Her Sovereign Majesty Queen Elizabeth II will resume monarchical duties over all states, commonwealths, and territories (except Kansas, which she does not fancy).

Your new Prime Minister, David William Donald Cameron, will appoint a Governor for the former United States of America without the need for further elections. Congress and the Senate will be disbanded. A questionnaire may be circulated sometime next year to determine whether any of you noticed.

To aid in the…

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Author Julie Shelton with her book Loving Sarah


Today I welcome author Julie Shelton. Welcome to my Blog Julie.

Julie and I met while searching for someone to share a hotel room with during RWA Nationals in Atlanta, GA this coming July. She mentioned her book and I invited her to join me. Please welcome Julie Shelton.

Her book is Loving Sarah.

Q. Tell us a little bit about yourself

I’m recently retired after a 25-year career as a professional storyteller and puppeteer. I just moved for the seventeenth time in my life. I spent four months touring Europe on a shoestring budget—forty years ago! England was my favorite of all the places we visited. Amazingly, the girlfriend who went with me is still friends with me! In 1982,Kidstuff, a monthly language-arts resource newsletter for early childhood educators that I wrote, won the 1982 EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America. I love violets, ballet, England, the Middle Ages, gorgeous scenery, reading, and writing. I am the author of Loving Sarah, my first published novel.

Q. Tell us a little bit about Loving Sarah.

Loving Sarah, an M/f/M Menage, BDSM Collection, with a Heat Rating of Sextreme, was published by Siren-Bookstrand on November 28, 2012.


Eight years ago Jesse Colter fled his small town, leaving behind eighteen-year-old Sarah Marshall, broken-hearted and devastated. Now a retired Navy SEAL, he’s back and he wants only one thing—Sarah Marshall—preferably bound, naked, and on her knees before him.

She has never forgotten Jesse. He’s been the object of all her sexual fantasies since she was fifteen, as well as the star of nightly dreams that have become increasingly erotic over the years. So when he suddenly reappears in her life, she is torn. Can she trust him not to hurt her, or will he once again break her heart? Warily, she agrees to let him introduce her to his world—the world of bondage, Domination, and erotic slavery. When he also introduces her to his best friend, Adam Sinclair, Sarah faces a daunting future of sexual submission to two powerful alpha males.

But Sarah faces an even bigger challenge. Someone is stalking her. Is it the old enemy who’s just been released from prison? Or is it someone else from her past who is determined to destroy any chance she has at happiness? Can Adam’s and Jesse’s love protect her? Or will her world explode in a cataclysm of betrayal and violence that will destroy them all?

Q: Sounds delicious. What are you working on at the moment?

The sequel to Loving Sarah, titled Owning Sarah. It completes the story of Sarah, Jesse and Adam and includes a collaring ceremony, some M/M action, a devastating car crash, a visit to a sex club, a raid on an armed skinhead encampment, and a wedding, not necessarily in that order. I’m hoping to complete it in the next three weeks.

Q. Why did you decide to write romance novels?

Because that’s what I’ve been reading all my adult life, ever since I discovered Mary Stewart and Phyllis Whitney many, many, many years ago. I’ve also been writing romance novels all my adult life, just never sending them out to any publishers. Until Loving Sarah. BDSM, which I incorporated into Loving Sarah, is a fairly recent discovery on my part and I’m so intrigued by it, I plan to incorporate it in all my current and future projects.

Q. What influenced you to send your novel off to a publisher? And why Siren-Bookstrand?

I felt that Loving Sarah was a really well-written book, with enormously appealing characters, an exciting plot and a once-in-a-lifetime romance that was at once sweet and scorching hot. I felt it compared favorably with books written by my favorite best-selling authors and that it had the potential of providing pleasure and entertainment to a lot of people. Plus, lol, I figured it would be a good way to earn a little pocket change. (Obviously, I did not check this assumption with any currently-published romance authors).

Siren was the first publisher I submitted it to, mainly because they publish many of my favorite authors. Around three weeks after I sent it off, they emailed me and asked me to make a few minor changes (mainly, upping the heroine’s age at the time of an attempted rape, from seventeen to eighteen). I figured this was a pretty good sign, thinking if they weren’t interested in it at all, they wouldn’t have bothered to ask for the changes. They offered to publish it less than two weeks after I submitted the revised manuscript.

Q: Could you tell us a couple of favorite authors who inspired you to write?

Round up the usual suspects—Lora Leigh, Maya Banks, Cherise Sinclair, Sophie Oak, Lisa Marie Rice, Lauren Dane, Joey W. Hill, Leah Brooke, Eden Bradley, Kristen Ashley, the list goes on and on. My earliest influences, years and years ago, back in the dark ages, were Mary Stewart’s romantic suspense novels and Phyllis Whitney’s gothic novels.

Q. What were some early influences on your writing?

Nancy Drew and Mad magazine.

Q. Where do your ideas come from?

Everything I’ve ever seen, read, heard or done. I wrote an entire Medieval Historical romance just from seeing a blue gown worn by a minor female character in the movie Becket. The entire novel just sprang into my mind fully-blown. I could hardly write it down fast enough. I wrote it on 3 x 5 index cards, one sentence at a time, so I could switch the order of sentences or entire scenes more easily. I still have it, as a matter of fact. It’s in two shoeboxes on top of my bookcase.

Q. Do you feel humor is important in romantic fiction?

I feel that humor is important in everything! I can’t imagine how dreary life would be without it.

Q. Do you listen to music while you’re writing?

Sometimes. Although, when I put music on, I usually put it on to listen to it, so I find it distracting to have it on when I write because I find myself tapping my feet, bopping in my chair, or singing or humming along with it. See? Distracting. That being said, I happen to be listening to music right now as I write this—the soundtrack from the movie Rudy.

Q. What is your favorite kind of music?

Classical. Followed by movie soundtracks, Folk music of the 60’s, and light rock—especially the 80’s rock ballads. I also love Christmas music, but only (Spoiler Alert!) at Christmas.

Q. Are sex scenes easy or difficult to write?

Easy, in that I know where all the parts go. Difficult in finding exciting and interesting new ways to describe how the parts get there and what happens as a result. Otherwise it’s a medical treatise. After all, there are only a finite number of words in the English language suitable for describing an orgasm. And they’ve all been used ad nauseum.

Q. Name three things that inspire you?

Rachmaninoff’s Piano Concerto No. 2 in C Minor, the Smoky mountains, England’s Royal Ballet’s version of Romeo and Juliet, starring Wayne Eagling and Alessandra Ferri, with choreography by Sir Kenneth MacMillan, and medieval illuminated manuscripts. Okay, that’s four things. So sue me.

Q. What was your favorite part about becoming a published author?

Getting the email from Siren telling me they wanted to publish my book. (I framed it) Seeing my cover for the first time. (It’s immortalized on a T-shirt). Reading all the glowing 4, 4.5, and 5-star reviews it has already received and continues to receive. Seeing it on Amazon, my favorite website of all time. Getting my first royalty check (small, very small).

Q. How about your least favorite part?

Having to promote, publicize and, basically, pimp my book. If I don’t do it, it doesn’t get done. For someone like me, who is totally non-computer savvy, this has been an unendingly frustrating nightmare. Hopefully, by the time Owning Sarah is published, I will be more of an expert at it. (But I’m not holding my breath.)

Q. What’s your favorite part of Loving Sarah?

The soul-deep emotional bond these three people share. And the smoldering hot sex. Oh, and the part between page 1 and page 291. And did I mention the sex?

Q. What did you think when you first saw your cover?

Honestly? Since my heroes are both 6’3 and Sarah is only 5’3, my first thought was, “The guys are too short.” But the more I looked at those three gorgeous people, the more I realized that the photographer had made the heroine stand on a box (lol). Now I absolutely love it.

Q. Have your ever experienced writer’s block? If so, how do you work through it?

I go back and rewrite/edit the last scene I wrote, or I go through my notes, looking for scenes, dialogue, or fragments of ideas that might inspire me. Or I read. I try to avoid writer’s block altogether by stopping at a point where I know what’s coming next and can pick right up on it the next session.

Q. What are the elements of a great romance for you?

Great characters, a sweet, tender love story, conflict, heartache, and, since I write erotic romances, lots and lots of hot, steamy sex.

Q. Where do we find out more about you and your books?

My website at

My Facebook Page at

My Goodreads Author Page at

Q.: Dogs or cats?


Q. Chocolate or Vanilla?


Q. Coke or Pepsi?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Q. Coffee or tea?

Coke. Definitely Coke.

Q. Leather or Lace?

Lace. And Velvet. And silk. Oh, and satin. Yeah, satin…with lace…

Q. Now or Later?

Hoping for Now, I’ll probably get Later.

Q. Sparkles or Bursting into flames?

Without a doubt, Bursting.

Q. Guilty Pleasure?

Coke. Definitely Coke. When the Coca Cola company made their epically boneheaded decision to go with Coke II, I thought my life was over.


Jesse’s hands reached out and began unbuttoning her blouse, slowly pulling the flaps up out of her jeans. The fabric parted, revealing the dusky slopes of her breasts, the shadowed valley between them. For a moment he just stood and stared, breathing harshly. Then he reached inside, skimming his hands up the sides of her rib cage, nudging the shirt off her

shoulders and down her arms. It dropped to the floor, baring her completely above the waist. Her nipples distended, becoming hard little beads of pleasure.

Adam’s hands came around her from behind to cup her breasts, lifting them, kneading

them, marveling at the pink flush spreading across her creamy skin. “Christ, Sarah, you have the most beautiful breasts,” he whispered in awe. “They’re perfect, absolutely perfect.”

She moaned, pressing back against his hard chest, arching her back to give him fuller access. He flicked his thumbs rapidly across both nipples, sending aching curls of sensation straight to her clit. She cried out in rapture, lifting her hands to hold him harder against her. Giving her nipples a hard pinch, he twisted and rolled them back and forth, making her cry out sharply.

“Oh! God!” She hissed in her breath as pleasure shot straight to her pussy. She had never been more aroused or more wet in her life. Her clit pounded, sending need pulsing through her with every frantic beat of her heart.

Jesse unzipped her jeans and pushed them down her legs. “Step out.”

Shivering, she did as she was told.

While Adam continued to plump her breasts, Jesse’s hands grazed the smooth, firm skin of her belly, hips and ass. He cupped her mound and she let out a groan, squirming as he skimmed two fingers through her wet folds. Chuckling softly, Jesse pulled his hand away, nodding for Adam to do the same, leaving her bereft and panting and whimpering with loss. “Kneel up, little sub.” The harshness of Jesse’s tone sent her heart plummeting to her feet.


“On your knees, back straight, eyes down, legs spread wide, hands clasped behind your

neck, elbows out.”

Sarah sank to her knees, trying to maneuver into the awkward position.

“Bend your toes forward.” He pushed against her knees with the toe of his boot. “Legs

wider apart. We want to see our wet, shiny pussy.”

Good Lord. She had never felt more vulnerable in her entire life. Or more aroused. She was completely naked, her glistening folds exposed to the avid gazes of two Dominant men. Her entire body hummed, shivering with the excitement coursing through her. She was floating, buoyed by currents of energy that seemed to flow through her like electricity. She was sparking, crackling, like short-circuiting live wires.

Adam stepped around her, his jeans open. His fist was wrapped around his cock, stroking it slowly from base to tip, slicking his thumb over the slit, picking up the pre-cum that dribbled from it to lubricate his glide. He stood directly in front of her, his cock mere inches from her face.

She stared, transfixed by his long, hard, elegant penis, thick and nearly purple with engorged blood, curving upward from a nest of dark blond curls. Longer than Jesse’s. Thinner than Jesse’s. The shiny satin knob flared out at the end of a stalk that was heavily corded with thick veins. His balls were suspended beneath the base of that stalk like two ripe plums.

She could hardly wait to taste him.

Grabbing her chin with one hand, he forced her gaze upward. “You are not actually a slave, Sarah, but we are going to give you a slave name. A name we will call you when we are ready to use your delectable body for our pleasure, like right now. When we address you by this name, you are to stop what you are doing and assume the ’Kneel Up’ position and await our further orders, do you understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Good Lord, had she just called him…Master? The title fell so naturally from her lips she hadn’t even realized it.

“Good girl. Many Masters give their slaves demeaning names, like ‘Hole’ or ‘Thing’ or ‘Worm’. But we love and respect you, and we honor the gift of your submission. Therefore, your slave name will be Sunny, because you are like sunshine to us.”

Her throat tightened as if being gripped by an invisible hand. “Thank you, Master,” she whispered.

“That doesn’t mean we won’t punish you when you’ve done something to earn it,” he chuckled. “We will. Punishment, after all, is merely a tool for us to use in order to make you a better sub. It is our gift to you, and you will thank us for it every time we administer it.”

“Yes, Master.”

Releasing her chin, he pressed the weeping tip of his cock against her nose. “Smell it, Sunny. Smell my cock.” She inhaled his musk and her mouth began to water uncontrollably. She gulped, knowing that her mouth was just the first of many holes that this cock would eventually penetrate tonight. What was she doing? She had to be completely insane! But even as her mind questioned, her body was already betraying her. Eyes closing, she leaned toward him slightly and drew his musky, masculine scent into the bottom of her lungs.

“Lick the head.”

She stuck out her tongue and curled it around the spongy head, licking up the pearly drops of pre-cum that oozed from the tiny slit.

“Open your eyes, Sunny.”

Her gaze flew up to meet the glittering hardness of his.

“Now, I am going to allow you to suck my cock. Use your mouth only. You have two minutes to make me come. Every minute it takes you beyond that limit will earn you five swats on your bare ass, do you understand?”

She gulped. “Y-yes, Master.”

“You must not come. This is for my pleasure, not yours. Am I clear?”

“Yes, Master.”

“Good girl. Open up.” He forced her chin downward and held her jaw immobile as he slowly fed her the tip of his massive cock. “I like it wet, so lots of spit. You must swallow all of my cum.”

Here are just a few of the nice things people are saying about this superbly sexy book.


5 Angels from Fallen Angel Reviews. “I’d be interested in reading the next offering Julie Shelton has in store for us salivating readers.”

4.5 Blue Ribbons from Romance Junkies. “Ms. Shelton did an excellent job in developing the characters.”

“The book is filled with gut-wrenching moments that pull at your heart.”

4.5 Rating from Risque Reviews. “Compelling and gripping novel.” “Sex scenes were so sultry, it felt as if the pages actually started to steam.” “Can’t wait to read more from this author.” Winner Top Pick Award.


5 Stars. “50 Shades of Grey was good…well, it ain’t got nothing on Loving Sarah.” Jaime

5 Stars. “Read this book.” Mendi

5 Stars. “Loved this story.” Marcella

5 Stars. “Intense but wonderful read.” Daphnie

5 Stars. “Awesome book.” L. Manci

5 Stars. “Can’t wait for the sequel.” JoJo

5 Stars. “A really well-written book.” Angie

5 Stars. “Fabulous story—a really outstanding book!” dasm

5 Stars. “Great new author!!!” Augusting

5 Stars. “Julie Shelton does not disappoint.” BookJunkie

5 Stars. “I love this storyline and these amazing characters.”

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Playing Dr. Frankenstein – 5 Questions To Ask Your Characters Before You Begin

I don’t go through all of the things she lists but Orly has some good ideas.

Writers In The Storm Blog

by Orly Konig-Lopez

Who are these people who live in your head? Where do you come up with these ideas?

You’ve heard those questions a few times, right?

A few days ago I was giving someone a quick and dirty of my new book. Quick and dirty because that’s all I have at the moment—there’s only so much I can plot and plan ahead of time.

But there are a few things that I always know before starting a new project: character names, personality traits, physical attributes, career, hobbies.

1. What’s your name?

Some characters come with names. The moment they start “talking” I know what their name will be. Others require a bit of inspiration. For them I usually turn to social media. Seriously, it’s a great excuse to hang on Twitter and Facebook. Procrastinating? Nah, researching.

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Today I have D’Ann Lindun as a guest on my Blog. She’s got a new book coming out soon and I thought we’d share an excerpt with everyone today.


Today I have D'Ann Lindun as a guest on my Blog. She's got a new book coming out  soon and I thought we'd share an excerpt with everyone today.

Falling in love with romance novels the summer before sixth grade, D’Ann Lindun never thought about writing one until many years later when she took a how-to class at her local college. She was hooked! She began writing and never looked back. Romance appeals to her because there’s just something so satisfying about writing a book guaranteed to have a happy ending. D’Ann’s particular favorites usually feature cowboys and the women who love them. This is probably because she draws inspiration from the area where she lives, Western Colorado, her husband of twenty-nine years and their daughter. Composites of their small farm, herd of horses, five Australian shepherds, a Queensland heeler, ten ducks and cats of every shape and color often show up in her stories!

Here’s an excerpt of Cooper’s Redemption by D’Ann :Elizabeth opened the door and stepped inside. A yellowed, cracked mirror hung behind the oak bar which ran the length of the room. A few scattered tables were empty. An old jukebox played the only Kenny Chesney tune she recognized.
As she moved through the establishment, Elizabeth felt the gaze of several men upon her. They sat at the bar, all eyeing her. Swallowing hard, pretending to ignore them, she ducked under a dingy light embossed with a beer slogan and found a booth.
Remembering from countless Sunday afternoons spent watching old westerns to always face the front door, she sank into the cracked leather chair and removed her coat and gloves.
When she glanced at the group of men, they seemed to be discussing her. One of them tipped his hat. In LA, she would have stuck her nose in the air and ignored him. But this wasn’t the city. These men could be possible avenues of information. She nodded back.
“What can I get you?”
Elizabeth glanced up, startled. A petite brunette stood poised above her. “I’m sorry, I was a million miles away.” That was a small white lie. Her mind had been on her day with Cooper. Again. “What’s good?”
“The steak. The enchiladas.”
“Chicken? Fish?” Elizabeth asked hopefully.
“Bob, the guy who owns the place, won’t allow fish or chicken on the menu.”
At this point Elizabeth didn’t care if she had vowed to never allow red meat to pass her lips. She’d already eaten bologna today and it hadn’t killed her. Of course the day wasn’t over. “I guess I’ll take a steak. Well done, please. With rice, wild, if you have it.”
“Bob doesn’t believe in overcooking good meat. You’ll get medium-rare at best. No rice. Just potatoes. Baked, mashed or fried?”

Elizabeth’s stomach growled. “Baked. A teaspoon of sour cream and butter, too.” What the hell. If she was going to succeed in fitting in around here, then she’d better get used to the way of life. If that meant eating animals, and vegetables laden with fat, then she’d have to make a few changes.
She’d always expected small-town life to be uneventful, peaceful. A place to be safe. A wave of grief caught her and she fought back tears. Would the pain ever end? She blinked furiously. No tears.

Please share if this fits you or not. 🙂

Writers In The Storm Blog

by Orly Konig-Lopez

The other day my husband stayed home and was working on the couch so I decided to work at the kitchen table to be close. (Cue the “Awwww“… okay, are we done?)

So here I am, typing away, lost in the world I was creating in my head with “real” people who live only in my imagination. And I was in the groove. Until…

You know that feeling of being watched? Yeah, sometimes it’s really happening.

I looked up and my husband was staring at me with something between interest, confusion and pure panic.

“What?” I demanded.

“What are you doing?” He asked, looking rather worried.

“Writing.” Duh!

“What’s with the …” and he proceeded to twitch and jiggle and flail…and toss his head.

“I’m writing.” Seriously, what did he think I was doing?

We don’t just communicate through words, right? Facial expressions, body language, and…

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Some interesting thoughts on this Blog. I reblogged to share with more people. Enjoy.

Writers In The Storm Blog

CharBy Sharla Rae

Some writers brainstorm on their own, some do it with another writer or a group of writers. My personal favorite is ‘what-ifing’ with my critique group. Along the way I learned a few things. I think the biggest lesson was that if I walked away disappointed, it was probably my own fault.

There are websites that go into scientific details, spouting lots of brainstorming terms you’ll soon forget. I’m not going there. I’m speaking from plain old practical experience and what’s worked for me. I hope it works for you too.

Pinpointing exactly what you want to brainstorm is the first step.

Sound easy? Sometimes it is. But sometimes, puzzling out exactly what’s missing in a story needs a brainstorm session of its own. If time is short and you need to pinpoint the problem yourself before taking it to your posse, here’s a few blogs that…

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