Sasha White

I woke up to an email from a local bookseller asking me if I wanted to be part of a reading/signing about Women’s Desires. I replied yes,and within an hour had this great promo poster. Check it out!
(Click on the pic to see a larger version you can actually read)

Sorry I’m being slack on the blog, but it’s for a good cause. yep, a deadline. This book has been killing me. I’m not sure why either because I was so excited to write it. Yet, the actual writing of it took forever to get into.
But, it’s only days until the deadline is up, and I need to get it done…so I’ll be back on the blog in May. :)

PRIMAL MALE is the sequel to SEXY DEVIL, and will be released in December. It’s Drake’s story.

I promised you a sneak peek, so here is the first time he meets Melissa, the heroine of the story. What do you think?

She watched from her bedroom window as the stranger walked the main street of Chadwick. It was almost four in the morning and the pitch black night made him look so … alone. It was more than the darkness and the quiet of the night that made him seem so. It was something about him. Melissa got the sense that even in the middle of a crowd, that man was alone.
He’d arrived about tweleve hours earlier, late in the afternoon, and word of his arrival had spread faster than wildfire. Such as things are in small towns.
Erin Rainier, her best friend since childhood, worked the front desk at the hotel down the street. And not five minutes after the stranger had checked in, she’d called Melissa, raving about how hot and sexy and mysterious the guy was.
Hot and sexy was good - Melissa could use some hot and sexy in her life that wasn’t self induced. Mysterious - not so much. Mysterious made her uneasy. Especially since he was prowling the empty streets in the middle of the night.
The closer he got closer to the bookstore her apartment was over the more on edge she grew.
There was a rythym to his gait and the way he was constantly searching his surroundings that put her on edge. Smooth and relaxed, yet with a sharp awareness that radiated off the man as his head swung from side to side as if he were searching… or hunting.
Her heart jackhammered in her chest. Melissa Montrose was not fond of hunters.
Suddenly, his head snapped back and his gaze went unerringly to her window. She froze. The room was dark behind her, and with the sheer curtain in front of her, as long as she didn’t move, he wouldn’t be able to see her from the street.
But she saw him, and her disquiet took on a new edge. Her nipples hardened and her insides quivered. The sexual appeal of a fling with a dangerous stranger was not lost on her. In fact, it appealed to her more daring side.

* * *

Melissa wasn’t sure what to think when the stranger walked into her bookstore later that morning. In fact, when she looked up at him, her mind went completely blank as her hormones kicked into high gear.
He was big. Not just tall, but big, and built.
At five foot five inches she was no shrinking violet, but he had to be at least a foot taller than her. And when he unzipped his Gore-Tex jacket, saliva pooled in her mouth at the true breadth of the mans shoulders. She wanted to curl up at his side, under his arm, and run her hands over the muscled chest and flat abs. Her gaze traveled down, over said stomach and below the belt. Black cargo style pants that were a bit loose, but fitted enough for her see he was probably built there as well.
She raised her gaze again and found him watching her check him out. Intense blue eyes met hers and she reminded herself that he could be- he was dangerous. Intellectually she knew it, even if her first instinct wasn’t to run.
Book-marm she might be, shy she was not. And she knew one way to get answers was to ask questions — in the right way.
“Well, hel-lo,” she said, keeping her voice light and her smile warm. “You’re new in town.”
“Just visiting.”
The deep rumble of his voice sent a frission of delight down her spine, and Mel bit the inside of her cheek. Stay on track, she chided herself. “Winters tend to isolate us up here in the mountains. We don’t get many visitors this time of year.”
“I like isolation.”
She tilted her head, eyes narrowing on him. “You don’t talk much, do you?”
One corner of his mouth lifted in a half smile. “Words are often over rated.”
Ain’t that the truth. As nice as his voice was, it was the heat in his gaze that set her heart to pounding and her pussy to throbbing.
“That’s the wrong thing to say if you’re trying to get on the good side of a bookstore owner.”
He couldn’t resist. “Who said I was trying to get on your good side?”
“You should be.” She flashed him a sultry smile before tossing her next words over her shoulder as she stepped behind the sales counter. “My good side is a lot of fun.”
Oh, I bet it is, Drake thought to himself. He was still trying to cool down his system from the going over she’d given him when he walked in. Her gaze had traveled down and up his body, taking her time as she’d inspected him in a way that had made his blood hot and his mind slow.
Once behind the counter she turned and quirked an eyebrow at him. “What can I do for you?”
Lust ripped through him at her offer. And it was an offer, the spark in her eye and the hard points of her nipples poking against her shirt made it clear that she was feeling the pull between them as well. If he let down his shields now her arousal would fill his senses and he be bending her over that sales counter within seconds.
Licking his lips he kept his psychic shields in place and shook his head once. “I’m just going to browse if that’s all right?”
“Sure,” she said. “If you need anything, just let me know.”
Fighting his baser instincts, he moved toward the local interest section of the bookstore.

PS: Don’t forget if you’ve read WICKED or SEXY DEVIL to visit my NEW YEAR GIVEAWAY and see what you need to do to be entered to win a $50 Bookstore Gift Certificate.

It’s Monday, and I don’t have to go to work today…which is a very good thing because I have to write. :) Want to see what I’m working on? I’ll post an excerpt for you tomorrow.

Last night I watched Randy Jackson presents Best Dance Crew again, and I must say, I’m so glad that despite cancelling my cable, I still get the music chanel.

I do enjoy watching Fysh N Chycks and BreakSk8, but Status Quo and Kabba Modern are my favorites, with JabbaWockeeZ easing into my personal Top Three. Those three are so consistently awesome, there should be no touching them by the other groups for a while. IMO.

Canadians can’t, so please, anyone in doubt of who they like..feel free to vote for those crews on my behalf. In fact, Please do! Maybe next Sunday I’ll post a reminder for those of you who will vote on my behalf since it’s closed now.

Last night I watched THE LAST MIMSY, and found it enjoyable. I loved the kids, they did an awesome job, and the storyline was pretty original and magical.

Okay, back to work for me. :)

i try so hard not to pay attention to things I know will get to me, but lately, I’ve been having a hard time.

Things that get me down that I TRY not to pay attention to, but seem to be all in my face lately.

NEVER seeing any of my books listed in the “What I’m Reading Now” section of any blogs, or on any loops. (Not even friends, or my own editors blog)

NEVER having been nominated for a Readers Choice or Reviewers Choice or Best anything in any of the online polls or communities.

Hearing that other authors are going back to print again and again when BOUND is out of print and unavailable now.

All of these things are great news for the author, and I’m happy for them, but it does get to me sometimes that I never seem to be part of them. Is this because people aren’t reading me? Or maybe because they don’t like my covers so won’t post them on their sidebars? (I love my covers so I don’t think that’s it)

Bad reviews are rare for me, so if reviewers love my stories so much, why am I never nominated for a reader/reviewers choice? Is it because I don’t do much, if any, online promotions? Or just because while they enjoy my stories, they enjoy others stories way more?

Sometimes, the silly crap gets me down, and I just had to vent.

Something that made me feel good:
another great review for WICKED. This one is form Jennifer at Kwips and Kritiques.

“Sasha White knows how to write a mean BDSM romance! OK, not mean as in evil — no, mean as in wickedly naughty in the very best ways!… For a touching story that beautifully exhibits the true meaning of the term ‘BDSM Romance’, pick up your own copy of Sasha White’s Wicked. “

Read the full review.

Thanks Jennifer. You made my day!

UGH! I hate Mondays.

I also hate Mornings. But here it is Monday morning , early Monday morning and I’m sitting on my laptop writing. The good thing. I’m writing.

I have to say, it’s been a long time since I’ve actually felt like a writer. Not sure why, but my desire to put words on the page disappeared fro a while. To be honest, I’m not sure the desire is back wither. But the need to is since I have edits due today, and I’m still not quite finished them. (I tried to get them done by Friday..I did. It just didn’t work) Oh, and I have a book due at the end of the month and I’m not finished that either. Yeah, the same book that was originally due on Feb 1st. I got my extention, and still haven’t made a dent.

Anyway… I pulled an all nighter last night, and somehow I’m feeling more like a writer. Funny how that works huh?

Maybe I’ve been getting too much rest these past couple months. Maybe that was why my muse disappeared. Maybe my muse isn’t a muse, but a complete lack of sleep that makes me slightly delusional. What do you think?

While I was procrastinating on my current WIP, I googled reviews for WICKED. I hadn’t done this since the book was released, and I was thrilled to find this review at My Thoughts About Nothing At All:

“Lara does indeed prove that she has submissive tendencies - that she enjoys and wants to submit to Karl. It isn’t an easy journey for Lara, and Ms. White gives us quite a glimpse of Lara’s thoughts and emotions about her new relationship. One of my favorite parts of the book is where Lara researches dominance and submission online. I think we get a great glimpse into Lara’s mind and how she deals with the journey she is embarking upon with Karl. Plus, I loved Karl. While he is a dominant, he is caring and loving. Yummy!!!”

She also has a review for BOUND and for TROUBLE

I also found that Dear Author did a review for WICKED recently. Although, this review proves that, like most books, not everyone is going to love it.

For more opinions on WICKED, check out the three Reader Reviews on Amazon.com

I’ll be in the writing cave and probably not posting this weekend, but I wanted to remind all readers out there of my NEW YEAR GIVEWAY. If you’ve read either WICKED (or SEXY DEVIL) be sure to post an online bookstore reader review, and send me the link. You’ll be entered to win a $50 GC.

I thought I’d start your week off right with a steamy scene from my latest release, WICKED.

The band was playing and the heavy beat matched the low level throb in Lara’s blood as she moved. The heat of admiring eyes drifted over her skin. There were so many, male and female, all hot with passion that fired her blood.

She’d take one of them home that night. A man. A man with a big cock, plenty of passion and lots of stamina to help chase away the hot dreams of that arrogant egotistical … lawyer.

Large hands rested on her hips and a body brushed against her back. She glanced over her shoulder and winked at the bald college boy who’d moved in to dance with her.

She shouldn’t call him a boy, he was probably only younger than her by a year or two, but he wasn’t man enough to inspire a stronger title. His excitement and eagerness fairly bled from him as he rubbed his groin against her ass in an effort to be sexy. It might be a little mean of her to tease him, but she couldn’t stop herself.

She bent forward at the waist, pressing her hips back against him, and did a bump and grind that had her own body softening, readying itself for action. With a flip of her head, she straightened up, back arched as she rested her head against his shoulder and undulated against him in time with the music.

“You are so fucking hot,” he panted in her ear, his hands slipping over the smooth flesh of her belly that was bared by her crop top.

She spun in his arms just as the last notes of the song were struck, and the music faded into the crowd’s applause.

The band said they were going to take a short break, and everyone started to drift off the dance floor. It was time to rehydrate.

“Thanks for the dance,” she said to the boy, and spun on her heel to leave.

He grabbed her arm, halting her steps. “That’s it? Come on, baby. Let’s find a dark corner and get to know each other better.”

She looked at his hand on her arm before raising her gaze to his. She gave him a look that any smart man would recognize as a warning. College boy wasn’t stupid, and he released his grip.
“Yeah,” he said with a sneer. “Whatever.”

Lara headed for the bar without another word, and immediately spotted the lean blond parked there in leather pants and a snug black t-shirt.

Oh, shit.

Her heart kicked in her chest and every hair on her body stood on end. Karl looked so fucking good her mouth actually started to water. Saliva pooled on her tongue and her pussy clenched in recognition of what it hungered for. She’d been able to resist the lure of his challenge when she only had images of him in a suit and tie in her mind, but this … she had no resistance to the living fantasy in front of her.

Even worse, she wasn’t sure she wanted to.

Altering her course slightly she headed straight for him. “Well hello there, sexy. How are you tonight?”

“Feeling pretty good after watching your little show there,” he replied. “You move very well, sweetie.”

Pleasure swept over her at his compliment and she gave herself a mental kick in the ass. She knew she moved well, she didn’t need him to tell her that. Plus, he’d called her sweetie.

Lara eyed him. She realized he was being sincere and that sent a wave of pure desire rushing through her veins. Normally she hated it when men called her sweetie or baby or darlin’, or any number of chauvinistic endearments. But Karl’s lazily spoken words were different somehow.
“Thanks,” she said before smiling at the bartender and asking for a bottle of water.

When he set the water on the bar Karl handed him a bill before she could, and the bartender walked away.

“Thank you, again.” She turned to face Karl, stepping closer so that her hip brushed against his leather-clad knee.

She let her eyes roam over him, not bothering to hide the need simmering in her blood. Why should she? She’d made it pretty clear the other night that she wanted him. He’d been the one to walk away.

Remembering that, she shifted, a little unsure exactly how to handle him now. Unsure of how she wanted to handle him now.

As if he could read her thoughts, Karl’s lips tilted slightly and the lines around his eyes crinkled, making the small scar that ran through his left eyebrow shift. “You didn’t call,” he said.
Not wanting to shout in the loud bar, or let him sense her momentary doubts, she shifted closer. When she moved, he spread his knees wider and she automatically filled the spot.

“Why didn’t you call?” he repeated.

She arched a brow at him. “Why didn’t you call?”

He chuckled. “Because you’re the one who needs to decide if you’re really willing to do anything at least once.”

Would she? Wicked heat zinged from her brain to her sex in answer and she grinned. Payback could be so much fun, sometimes.

“Follow me?” she challenged.

His chocolate eyes darkened and his lips twitched as he stood so they were chest to chest. “Lead the way.”

With a little extra swing in her hip, she headed for the back of the pub.

The band was starting up again and they were going against the stream of people heading back to the dance floor. Karl’s hand rested on the curve of her hip, the heat of his body close behind her as they passed the mens room, then the ladies room and went straight out the back door.

She’d been antsy and horny before she saw him, but in the past three minutes her body had started to burn from the inside out. Everything in her was centered on having him - he was not going to walk away from her again. She was in control this time.

Karl was all man - all very sexy, very primal man. She might not know exactly what was going on between them, but she did know one thing for sure - she was woman enough to take him on, and revel in it.

The cool night air hit her skin and a shiver ripped through her. She glanced around the empty parking lot, no real plan in her mind, just animalistic need driving her to do what came naturally. She started to head for her car, but then spotted the narrow walkway between the pub and the darkened building next to it. A big leafy tree almost hid the small space.

It was perfect.

Without a word she entered the small passage and went about ten steps before stopping. She turned and faced Karl, who was looking at her with a mix of curiosity and approval.

“You,” she said, putting her hands on his chest and gently shoving him against the cement wall of the pub. “Are not walking away from me this time.”

She leaned in, pressing her body against his fully, and ran her tongue over the tattoo on his neck. His pulse jumped as she nibbled her way toward his ear only to have her head pulled back sharply. The hand that was suddenly wrapped in her hair tightened, and her pussy throbbed in answer.

“Oooh,” she cooed in appreciation, but the sound was cut off when his head came down and his mouth covered hers.

Lara struggled to remember her plan as Karl’s flavor washed over her. He tasted so damn good - hot, potent and male. His muscles flexed and danced under her hand as she swept them down over his chest and flat abs to his belt. Her fingers shook with her eagerness as she unsnapped and unzipped his pants.

Pushing aside the supple leather, she groaned into Karl’s mouth when his cock leapt into the palm of her hand.

Oh yeah! He was well built all over.

The grip on her hair tightened and her head was tugged back. Karl’s mouth slid over her cheek to her ear, where he nipped at the sensitive lobe, sending bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy. “What are you gonna do with that, naughty girl?”

She pulled back slightly, shaking her head and dislodging his grip. “I’m going to make it mine,” she said as she bent her knees.

Karl watched as Lara knelt in front of him, the moonlight streaming through the trees leaves and gleaming on the top of her head as her hot breath drifted over his naked cock. She’d surprised him again, in a very good way.

A long lick up the underside of his cock had him sucking in a sharp breath and reaching deep for his self-control as she swirled her tongue over the sensitive head. His balls tightened and he closed his eyes, letting his head fall back against the wall.

His fingers tangled in her soft hair, but he just enjoyed the feel of the silky strands. This was her thing and he was going to let her do it the way she wanted.

For now.

It felt good, better than good, as she expertly circled the base of his shaft with her fingers and stroked. She caressedthe full length of his shaft while her lips were wrapped around the top, gently sucking on the head. She popped him out of her mouth, licking him like a lollipop for a brief moment before taking him deep.

A groan of pleasure rumbled through him, and he let it escape. “Deeper, sugar. Take me as deep as you can,” he coached.

He didn’t press into her though, he wanted to let her play, let her taste him, and get used to the size and feel of him.

He also wanted to see how well she listened.

Another groan eased from his throat when she did as he asked, her hands gripping his thighs as she stretched her jaw and sank down on his cock.

She couldn’t take him all, he hadn’t expected her too, but she took him deep enough that he was touching the back of her throat. He looked down at her, one hand going to gently cup under her jaw. Karl could feel himself there as she pulled back, then took him deep again.

“Good girl,” he murmured when her throat spasmed around him and she pulled back sharply, leaving his cock bobbing in the cool air. “Do it again. I like it when I feel the back of your throat.”

She looked up at him, her eyes gleaming in the darkness as she licked her shiny lips. His heart pounded as he waited for her to speak, but she didn’t. Instead, one hand wrapped around his shaft again and she closed her eyes, taking him into her mouth once more. This time, there was no struggle to take him deep.

Her hand stroked in time with her mouth as she sucked, her head going up and down, her speed increasing. Her other hand reached between his legs, wiggling in under the leather low on his hips and cupping his balls. He watched her, just as much pleasure coming from the sight of her at his feet as from the actual sensation of her mouth on him.

He kept his hand beneath her chin where he could feel her pulse pounding, and his cock sliding along her tongue. The sound of her panting breath was music to his ears and his cock swelled. She was working so hard, such a good girl. Such a sassy, sexy, horny, adventurous girl.
Karl’s breath caught as his hips thrust forward, everything inside him centering on his cock as pleasure exploded and he gave her all he had.

“Yes, my girl,” he cried as she swallowed. “Take it all.”

Tremors rippled through him as she continued to suckle him, gently cleaning him before she stood slowly. When she was at her full height she reached up, cupped the back of his head and pulled him down for a kiss. He tasted himself on her tongue as it swept between his lips and into his mouth in one fierce move. Then she was done.

She stepped back, a fingertip wiping the corner of her smiling lips. “I will do anything once,” she purred before spinning on her heel and walking away.

“Call me,” she shouted over her shoulder before she disappeared around the corner of the building.

A laugh bubbled up inside of him and he let it roll out. She was certainly a handful. A very pleasurable, and deliciously wicked, handful.

* * *

“WICKED by Sasha White is the best erotic story I’ve ever read.” ~ Romance Junkies. com

“Sasha White’s WICKED definitely lives up to its name; the sizzling hot and sexy storyline has characters you’ll fall in love with.”-Fresh Fiction.com

“White turns up the heat with electrifying erotic scenes and a delicious alpha hero. It’s a realistic portrayal of two commitment-phobic people who turn sex games into romance. Fans will recognize some secondary characters from previous books, and new characters add just enough conflict to make things interesting. The plot moves at a good pace, and the sex is edgy, including threesomes and a M/M couple.”- Romantic Times Magazine

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Don’t forget to chek out my New Year Giveaway

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There are a lot of posts around the blogosphere about the New Year, the past year, resolutions, and goals. I wasn’t going to post one because my goals and resolutions are a year round thing. However, Paperback Writer has a great post up about writing a dangerous book this year, and I’m going to join her.

I’ve not been around the publishing industry long, and from what writer friends tell me, I already have a bit of a reputation for being edgy and pushing the envelope a bit - when it comes to erotic fiction. Yet, I still feel that *I* need to change things up. When I try to think of new stories and new ideas, I’m stumped. Mainly because I feel as if I’ve written the stories I wanted to write. I’ve never exactly been a safe or traditional storyteller, but I have to admit I’m a bit stumped by what to do next. I have editors waiting for proposals from me, but I’ve not sent anything because I can’t think of an idea *I* can get excited about.

The good thing? John, my editor at Kensington accepted a blank idea for my last contract. By that I mean, He accepted the one book idea (PRIMAL MALE will be the sequel to SEXY DEVIL) but the second book in the 2 books sale is a blank. I can send him a proposal later, when it’s time to work on the story. This gives me time to find something I really want to write. So my erotic fiction will be getting edgier still, as well as maintaining the very important emotional aspect that I think makes true erotic fiction rock.

Beyond that, I want to try another genre. Not sure what, I have a few ideas…but I’m going for a dangerous book in 2 ways. It will be something I’ve never written, and it will be envelope pushing in a way that will surprise even me.

And for fun, thanks to Amie for this.

The Recipe For Sasha

3 parts Delight 2 parts Recklessness 1 part Ambition Splash of Mania Finish off with whipped cream

6 Days until WICKED hits stores!!!

At this time last year I was in the middle of writing WICKED and now it’s about to hit bookstore shelves! I’m so very excited about this. I never set out to write connected stories, yet BOUND, Trouble and now WICKED all have one thing in common. Karl Dawson.

As a character in BOUND, he was what I call a “throwaway character”. When he came into the book, he was created to be a sexy stranger. Then he worked his way into the end of the story. Then when I was writing TROUBLE, I needed my hero to have a best friend, and Karl Dawson popped into my head. It worked perfectly and half way through writing TROUBLE I emailed my editor and asked if instead of writing the story I’d already sold her for my next book, I could write a new one - Karl’s story.

She agreed and WICKED was born.

And it’s almost in stores. When I was writing Karl’s story, I found it very engrossing. When I was done, I figured WICKED was my best work yet. I hope readers agree.

5 Angels from Fallen Angels.com
This fast moving story is sure to keep you wanting more with its erotic action, delightful characters and intriguing plot. It was also nice to hear Karl’s story after getting to know him a bit in Bound and Trouble, though reading the previous stories isn’t imperative to keep up in Wicked. 5 Angles!”

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