Saturday, March 31st, 2007
Yup, another brief post. I’ll be more talkative next week. I promise.
But for now…want to know more about me? Check out 7 Questions with Sasha White at Milady Insanity’s Blog
Archive for March, 2007
Saturday, March 31st, 2007
My buddy Delilah Devlin has a Hot new book out!!
Here’s the official Blurb for you:
INTO THE DARKNESS
by Delilah Devlin
ISBN # 0061161233
Published by Avon Red
Natalie Lambert’s life has changed in the space of weeks–and she has no idea why. Her parents were murdered, she has her first taste of sexual desire–and she feels out of control, afraid, desperate to understand her changing world. She flees to New Orleans , hoping to lure the murderer out of the dark and bring to an end the trail of dead loved ones. Instead, she’s attacked by crazed birds, swarmed by locusts, and saved by a Cajun cop who awakens all her latent desires.
When Rene Broussard rescues a virgin vampire, he ends up in her bed and becomes hers for life in one lusty bite. Rene awakens the vampire within Natalie, and she awakes the passion within him. Together, they fight the evil threatening to destroy The Born vampires amidst the horror of Hurricane Katrina while they discover a treasure of love they can share for all eternity.
MY opinion:
It’s awesome! Delilah writes in many sub-gneres, but for me, she’s the best at dark and slightly twisted – with plenty of erotic edge. 
Want to see what I’m talking about? Read the rest of this post…and check out an excerpt.
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Friday, March 30th, 2007
The Romance Studio
“Lush is a wonderful, sexy, lustful, erotic collection of anthologies crafted by one author, Sasha White. All three stories coincide with each other and flow at a smooth, continuous pace from one sensual tale to the next. I really enjoyed this book. So, if you are in the mood for erotic, passionate stories, then pick up Lush by Sasha White. You will not be disappointed.” ~Contessa
FULL REVIEW
Coffee Time Romance
“This is a fantastic collection of novellas. The central theme and location of Teal?s erotic art gallery is a perfect setting. All the characters are very real, with believable fears and emotions. The sex scenes are extremely erotic and very well described; the author has a gift for description that will put the reader in the story along with the characters. This is a very hot collection.” ~Maura,Reviewer for Coffee Time Romance
FULL REVIEW
Joyfully Reviewed:
“Sasha White’s Lush is filled with fantastic characters and their stories of love and lust. Connected through the erotic art gallery, these couples are all different and face different challenges. What I really enjoyed was that each story within Lush is compelling and sensual, and the fact that each couple is searching for something. I enjoyed Teal and Zach’s search for control in love and dominance, Mia and Dominicks quest to discover just what they need in their careers and partners, and Caitlyn and Jack’s search for belief in good in the world and each other. And of course intertwined in all that searching is some sizzling hot sexual encounters that will keep you coming back for more from Ms. White.”
FULL REVIEW
Thursday, March 29th, 2007
Happy HNT Everybody!
OH! AND…
Chat with ME tonight.
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Tuesday, March 27th, 2007
It’s the official release day for LUSH and more reviews are coming in!
Check out this one from Reader Denise!! She posted it on a yahoo loop I was lurking on…and I’m thrilled to see regular readers chatting it up!!
3 strong women. 3 Alpha men. Can it get any better?
This anthology by Sasha White is a scorcher, so break out the oven
mitts and get to reading!
READ her full reader review here on Amazon.com You can even comment on it there!!
Yes, I’m just learning new things about Amazon. 
In other, day to day, news. I’ve been going to the gym steady, and am doing well. I’m so happy two weeks have gone by and I’ve not hurt myself!! Normally when I try to get back in shape I hurt myself within the first whilel It’s like a jinx or something. I am determined to be slow and steady this time though as I have sexy slinky clothes I want to wear!!
I’ll never be slim, and I actually don’t want to be. I liek being a woman and having curves..but I also like to be able to go shopping and not get depressed. So a change is needed. LOL
ANd lastly…JJ Massa and I will be chatting tonight on the Fallen Angel Chatters Loop Chat starts at 7 ET and ends at 10!! Hopefully we’ll see you there.
Monday, March 26th, 2007
So, the list of RITA finallists is out now. For those of who don’t know what that is, it’s the BIG contest that Romance Writers of America does every year. It’s judged by other romance writers – your peers so to speak.
Today, I’m noticing that while RWA accepted Passionate Ink into it’s fold, (The Erotic Romance chapter) and they happily accept our dues, and our contest fees, and even workshops for their confrences, they’re not truly accepting of us. Sure erotic romance is the fastest selling sub-genre right now, and has been for a couple of years, but we’re not really romance writers. They won’t give us our own category in the contest, so a lot of us, and I mean a lot entered our books anyway…after all there is a category called Novel with strong romantic elements. And erotic romance is definitely that. Yet, reading the list of finalists I see that not one bookpublished under an erotic romance imprint made the finals.
Sure there is a Brava, and Sensation, which are considered sensual romance. But No books from Ellora’s Cave, Berkley Heat, Kensington Aphrodisia, or even Black Lace.
Yes, contests are subjective. And yes, I admit I’m disappointed I didn’t final (I entered 2 of my stories) but more than me not finalling, I’m completely let down that not one erotic romance story finalled. It didn’t need to be mine, but it sure would’ve been nice to see at least ONE in there somewhere.
Saturday, March 24th, 2007
I admit it, I find some women sexy, but that’s not what this blog post is about. This is about Jill Shlavis’ new book SMART AND SEXY. I’m so excited cuz I’ve heard rumors it’s in stores now! Ofcourse, not the stores around here, cuz that would make my life to easy. Anyway, I think you should run out and buy it. Honestly, Have you read any of Jill’s books before? I have. I loved them. I haven’t read this one yet, but I will.
SEEING RED, one of her firefighter books won The National Readers Choice Award in 2006, and I knwo why. Cuz it was freakin fanatstic, as was WHITE HEAT and BLUE FLAME, the others of that series.
Jill has a magical way of blending humor, and sexiness with true-to-life characters. I highly recommend you check out her latest.
FOr a sneek peak at SMART AND SEXY Click
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Thursday, March 22nd, 2007
Check out Chapter 2 from Principles of Lust ~ LUSH anthology
Zach desperately wanted to have one of the cold beers waiting patiently in his fridge when he got out of the shower, but he knew it would be a mistake. He was already on edge after being tempted by Teal’s unspoken invitation, and alcohol would only weaken his control.
Instead, he toweled off and padded through his bedroom to the walk-in closet. He pulled on his favorite black leather pants, the ones that were worn and comfortable, already broken in. The ones that always put him in the right mind-set for a scene.
Bare-chested and bare-foot he went to the living room where he turned on the sound system that was wired throughout the house. The dulcet tones of the saxophone filled the room and he settled into the comfortable lounge chair near the patio. Closing his eyes on the view of the Saskatchewan River as the sun set behind the skyline, he concentrated on his plan for the night.
Deep breaths in through the nose…out through the mouth. An image of the sexy and enticing Teal Jamison emerged behind his eyes and he ground his teeth together. No matter how seductive she was; she was too aggressive for him.
She had a palpable sexual aura that made him want to strip her down and tie her up so he could explore her to his heart’s content. But as he’d worked in the gallery, he’d seen her assertive nature come more to the fore each day. While she was still immensely attractive, he knew they wouldn’t fit.
To his way of thinking, aggressive women rarely had it in them to completely let go. To let him pamper, spoil, or play with them. They always wanted to fight for control of the relationship, in the bedroom and out of it. And while he enjoyed power exchanges, power struggles weren’t his thing.
He breathed deeply again, focusing on the beating of his heart, slowing it to a heavy throb that settled in his groin as his body recognized the ritual. In his mind he saw the room in his basement, a slim soft female blindfolded and strapped to the lovingly crafted X-cross. He saw himself step closer, brace his hands on the cross and lean in, dipping his head. The view switched and he saw the eagerly parted lips just beneath his, the same plump, luscious lips that had taunted him only hours ago at the gallery.
Zach’s eyes jerked open and he cursed.
His heart was pounding, his cock was aching, and a small trickle of sweat ran from his temple. He shook his hands out, rolled his shoulders and resettled himself deeper into his chair.
Forget about Teal, he chastised himself. She’s not for you.
A short time later the heavy chime of doorbell sounded and Zach opened his eyes, ready to begin. With smooth movements he got up and strode to the front door. He pulled it open and frowned at his curvaceous blond visitor.
“Hello, Jenna. I’ve been waiting for you, and you know how I feel about being kept waiting.”
“I’m sorry, Master.” Jenna cast her pretty blue eyes down and clasped her hands together in front of her, waiting. “How can I make it up to you?”
A familiar hum of pleasure rolled over Zach as Jenna stepped into the room. He closed the door and turned to see her standing still and straight. Her body tense and eyes glowing with an eagerness that tightened his groin.
“Let’s go downstairs, shall we?” Zack held out his hand, gesturing for her to go first. She’d been to his home before so Jenna knew which door led to the basement, his playroom.
She sashayed down the steps, her movements slow and deliberate, knowing that he enjoyed watching her move. Jenna was a dancer at one of the many downtown nightclubs. Both beautiful and intelligent, she teased and taunted men for money and used that money to pay her way through veterinary school. She didn’t come to him for romance; she came to him because he gave her what she needed–relief from always being in control.
And they both enjoyed the way he did it.
She stopped at the bottom of the stairs and waited for him. He pointed to the sturdy wooden bench with the padded leather top that stood in the far corner and she quickly made her way there. “Prepare yourself, Jenna,” he said over his shoulder as he reached into the cabinet next to the bottom of the stairs.
After he’d retrieved the toy he wanted and inserted the batteries into it, he made his way over to her. She was naked by the time he reached her, having made quick work of her clothes.
“How do you want me, Master?”
“On your stomach.”
She stretched out on the padded bench, and he began to work. The sultry jazz music filled the silence as he ran his hands gently over her body from stem to stern. She expected a spanking for being late. It was a reasonable punishment that they could both find pleasure in as well, but one of the best ways to assert the top position, or power position, was to do the unexpected. So when she was trembling with anticipation, he bent her left leg at the knee and had her grip it in her left hand.
Then he bound it there with soft hemp rope.
He repeated the same thing with her right side and stepped back to admire the view. “What do you think, Jenna?” he asked.
Jenna turned her head and looked in the strategically placed mirror. Her cheeks flushed and she licked her lips. “Lovely, Master.”
He had to agree. The picture of her curvaceous form, naked and restrained, was very appealing. But the look on her face, the flush in her cheeks and the slight glaze to her eyes…that was what made the image truly lovely.
Zach reached for the vibrator he’d set on the nearby table and went to stand at the foot of the bench. “Keep your eyes on the mirror, Jenna.”
From where he stood, he could see her pretty pink pussy, spread wide and wet. He tested her with his finger, closing his eyes and losing himself in the feel of her silky warmth. His mind started to drift with the music and his body responded. Hot blood flowed south and his cock stiffened as he continued to tease her.
He inserted another finger and searched for the hard button of nerves with his thumb. Her cunt tightened around his fingers and she panted, her whimpers echoing through the room, blending with the music.
“Please, Master, let me come. Please.” The husky voice went straight to his groin.
“Not yet,” he murmured.
Zach pressed his hips against the bench, reveling in the slight pressure. He let go of the toy in his other hand, concentrating instead on the skin-to-skin sensation. With his eyes still closed, he reached out with his empty hand. He cupped her full bottom, squeezing it and running a finger teasingly down the crack there while he pumped into her faster with his other hand.
It wasn’t enough. He removed his fingers and used his hands to press her thighs further apart. Leaning forward, he opened his mouth and tasted her. Tart juices coated his tongue and he proceeded to lick, suck and eat at her until she was rocking wildly against him and crying out with pleasure.
When her cries subsided and her body shuddered gently under his hands, he pulled back and opened his eyes. He hadn’t planned to eat her to orgasm. Hell, he hadn’t planned to eat her at all. She’d been late and the plan had been to tease her, keep her on the edge of orgasm without pushing her over until he was sure she couldn’t take any more. But the scent of an excited woman had gotten to him. He’d closed his eyes, breathed it in, and couldn’t help himself.
With a glance at Jenna’s shining satisfied face in the mirror, he suddenly knew why. When he’d closed his eyes, the image in his mind had been of Teal bound and naked on that padded bench.
Zach looked down at Jenna. With a suppressed sigh he reached out and undid the hemp knots and released her. He was still hard and throbbing behind the zipper of his pants, but he had no urge to take her.
He knew it then. He was really in trouble.
Wednesday, March 21st, 2007
Y’all know that song right? “I love man a man with slow hands. I want a lover with an easy touch…”
Anyway, one thing that I find very erotic is the feel of a mans hands against my skin. Thier skin is always slightly rough, and it scrapes so deliciously… and since I tend to be an impatient wench, I really like a man who doesn’t let me rush him.
Zach, the hero in the first story in LUSH, THE PRINCIPLES OF LUST, is a finish carpenter, and oh baby…he knows how to use his hands….
Take a peek at THE PRINCIPLES OF LUST.
Chapter One
With less than a week until Lush’s opening day, Teal Jamison didn’t have time to fuck around, especially with something as frustrating as some punk kids spray painting nasty messages on the front of her building. Pissed off and stressed out about all the piddly little things that kept screwing up her plans, she strode into her soon-to-be art gallery muttering to herself only to stop dead in her tracks.
Anger turned to desire, and excitement of a different sort flowed through her at the sight that greeted her-soft, faded denim stretched lovingly across perfect tight male glutes. All thoughts of temperamental artists, inconsistent suppliers, and juvenile delinquents evaporated as she watched the man straighten from his bent-over position and enjoyed the sight of a worn leather tool belt framing his ass perfectly.
Now, that’s a work of art.
“Lookin’ good, Zach,” Teal purred as she dropped her backpack on the reception desk and continued in his direction. An hour or two of uncomplicated no strings naked wrestling with him would certainly take the edge off her stress level.
The carpenter ran a loving hand over the custom-built mahogany shelf he’d just installed before turning to her. “Thanks, Teal, but I’m just helping bring your vision of the place together.”
“Oh, I’ve no doubt the gallery will be beautiful, but I was referring to the view when I walked in.” She winked at him and gave his impressive form an obvious once-over.
His eyes flared brightly at her brazen comment before they closed in a slow, lazy blink that made her knees weak. When he looked at her again, the heat was banked and his smile was unhurried. “Well, that’s the point of the setup, right? That the view be good from every angle?”
Zachary Dillon had come highly recommended as the finish carpenter for her new art gallery, and she’d made it a point to be completely professional with him. But his work for her was almost done, and she was ready to be more than his boss.
Her eyes followed his movements as he pulled a cloth from his tool belt and wiped his hands. His rough, calloused, manly hands were large enough to hold her C-cup breasts and make her feel small. Her nipples pebbled in response to her thoughts and she lifted her gaze to his.
“I was talking about you, darlin’.” She couldn’t help it. Flirting had always been second nature to her; man or woman, it didn’t matter, she flirted and charmed … and usually got whatever she wanted.
From the start, just being around Zach had made her blood heat and her pulse race, but she’d remained professional. Teal prided herself on always being a professional, no matter what job she was doing, but she was working for herself this time. Lush was her place. Her baby. And she didn’t want anything getting in the way of Lush’s success, even her own libido.
Waiting until his work for her was completely done would be the smartest thing to do, but she’d had a shit day and her emotions were running high. Maybe letting herself go this once would be a good thing. One night of steamy lovin’ and her hormones would calm down, and she could concentrate on work again.
Yes, that was exactly what she needed.
She touched his bare arm lightly and gave him the slow, sultry smile that always got her whatever, and whomever, she wanted. “You’re looking good.”
“Thank you.” His voice was a bit deeper as he shifted his weight to his other foot, taking him just out of reach. A knowing smile lifted his lips as he reached for the sweatshirt laying on a nearby stool, then pulled it on over his ragged T-shirt.
“I can’t do anything else until I pick up more varnish, so I’m done for the day. I’ll see you bright and early Monday, Teal.” He picked up an old wooden toolbox and waved to her with his other hand. “Have a good night.”
Teal said good night and watched him saunter away.
What the hell had just happened? She’d come on to him. In fact, she couldn’t have been more obvious if she’d stripped off her clothes, and said, “Let’s wrestle naked.” And he’d walked away!
Men never walked away from her.
Her cheeks heated and she chewed on her lower lip. There was a definite attraction between them. She knew the spark of lust when she saw it. By investing all of her savings into opening the very first completely erotic art gallery around, she was betting her future on knowing that look.
So why would a big, healthy, and attractive man walk away from a woman he desired?
A few of hours later, Teal was working in the back room, and the question was still on her mind.
“Maybe he’s just shy,” the perky brunette said from her perch on top of a packing crate.
“No, that’s not it.” Teal shook her head and pulled the lid off the smaller crate on the table in front of her. She thought about the way Zach moved, the way he ran his hands over whatever he was working on, and a shiver danced down her spine. “He’s way too … confident to be shy. He’s quiet for sure, but he gives off this impression of restrained strength. Very strong and sexy, and completely alpha.”
It was just after 10 P.M. on Saturday night and she and Brina Jo were in the spacious back room of the gallery, unpacking the first shipment of items. Teal had spent the past two hours on the phone trying to line up a cleaning crew to come and wash the graffiti off her building, but since the next day was Sunday, nobody wanted the job. She’d lined up a crew for Monday, though.
She’d been enjoying her time alone in the back room. The first bit of quiet time she’d had in a while.
When the idea for an art gallery that specialized in erotic art had come to her, she’d run with it, and that meant the gallery was pretty much all she thought about. She lived and breathed whatever job she was working when she worked it, and Lush was the most important job she’d ever had. It was all hers. Besides, full speed ahead and complete stop were the only speeds she knew.
Unpacking inventory in the back room was a bit of both for her. She got to work fast and efficiently, and since she was alone, she could turn off her brain for a while and just enjoy. But her brain hadn’t cooperated. Instead, she couldn’t stop thinking about a certain well-built carpenter and fantasizing about ways to get him naked.
Until she’d heard someone rattling the locked door of the gallery.
Thinking she might catch the graffiti punks, she’d dashed through the empty gallery only to open the door and find nobody. Well, nobody with a spray can, anyway. What she did find was a flyer with the words: “House of Sin. You are going to hell.” glued to her front door. Slightly creeped-out, and tired of her own thoughts, she’d called her longtime friend and newly hired assistant, Brina Jo.
By the time Brina arrived at the gallery, Teal had scraped the flyer off the door with warm water and a putty knife and pushed it to the back of her mind. However, thoughts of Zach would not go away, so she’d blabbed uncontrollably to Brina about the brick wall hitting on him had been.
“If he’s not shy, maybe he’s not interested.”
Teal snorted. “Oh, he’s interested.”
“How do you know?” Brina asked. “I mean, if he’s as distant as you say and he’s not gay, then how do you know he’s interested?”
Turning away from the crate in front of her, Teal faced her friend. “I can feel it. Whenever we’re in the same room together, the air fairly vibrates with pheromones, and it’s not just me. I’ve caught him watching me, and I’ve seen the look in his eyes. He wants me, too.” Why wouldn’t he?
“What look have you seen in his eyes?” She glanced up from the clipboard she was using to catalogue the items Teal unpacked.
“The look of lust.”
Brina Jo’s eyebrows jumped. “Lust, huh? Are you sure it’s lust and not just tolerance because he thinks you’re crazy? He has been in and out of here for the past two weeks, he’s seen your moods.”
“Crazy is the way your husband looks at you!” Teal threw a handful of Styrofoam peanuts at her friend. “And my moods haven’t been that bad. It’s just a bit stressful getting this gallery ready to open in less than a month.”
Brina cocked her head to the side. “Tell me again why someone with no experience in art whatsoever decided to open an art gallery?”
“I don’t need to know art for this particular gallery. I know everything there is to know about desire, hidden and otherwise.” Teal arched an eyebrow at her friend. “That includes what lust looks like, even in its subtlest form.”
“If you’re so sure of his attraction, why don’t you just ask him out?”
Teal turned back to the crate in front of her so she didn’t have to look at her friend. She hated to admit it, but even though Zach’s “hard to get” act just made her want him more, she didn’t want to ask him out first. It was silly, but it felt like, if she did that, she’d be giving him the upper hand. And that was something she didn’t like.
She tried to think of a way to explain that to her friend as she reached into the crate and dug past the packing. She grasped the bronze sculpture within and lifted it out, scattering the little-styrofoam peanuts everywhere, and her jaw dropped. “Wow.”
“You’re not kidding.” Brina Jo hopped off the table she’d been sitting on and stepped forward for a closer look. “That is …”
“Amazing,” Teal finished for her.
“That’s one way to put it. Are you really going to display it?”
Teal set the sculpture down on the table to her left. She wiped a dust cloth over it lovingly, taking in every detail. It was a couple making love. The female stretched out on her side with the male on his knees, straddling one of her legs while cradling the foot of the other against his shoulder. She was spread completely open. Her head was thrown back, her expression one of pure ecstasy. There was nothing hidden to the viewer as the man plunged his cock into her. His cock was as lovingly crafted as her sex.
Teal turned the sculpture around and found it beautiful from every angle. Every curve and crevice detailed to the point that her own sex clenched in anticipation of being filled.
“Teal?”
Brina’s voice broke the spell that had fallen over Teal, and she pulled her hands away from the bronze couple. “Hmmm?”
“You’re not really going to display that in the main room?” Teal looked at her friend. “Of course, I am. Why wouldn’t I?”
“It’s very … it’s so …” Brina Jo waved her hand about.
Teal watched her friend’s cheeks flush as she searched for the right word. “Erotic?” Teal finally took pity on her.
Brina Jo planted her hands on her ample hips and rolled her eyes. “Yes, erotic. But blatantly so.”
“Well, that’s what Lush is for. I want it to showcase the erotic art that normal galleries think is too ‘out there’ or ‘too edgy.’ I can’t call it an erotic art gallery, and then hide the most erotic pieces in the corner.”
“True, but you know you’re going to take some flack for it, right?”
Teal shrugged. “I’m prepared. Plus, I know that sex and sexuality is a huge part of human nature, even if some people like to pretend it isn’t. I’m banking on a lot of people getting more turned on by these things than they thought possible.” Teal smirked at her friend. “Just like you.”
“Teal!”
“What?” She laughed. “You mean to tell me you’re gonna go home to Doug after handling all these and not want to try out this position?”
Brina Jo’s lovely chocolate eyes glittered and she bit her lip. “That’s beside the point.”
“No, Brina baby, that is exactly the point.”
