Getting Things In Order

I've been asked to list a couple of series in order of what is out there and where they are. I'll do that below. First, I want to thank all of you for reading my books. The fact that you are asking me to do this means you like my books enough to want them listed out. Thanks.

Now, The Ménage Mountain Series. There are eight Ménage Mountain books so far with a ninth book that I'm currently working on. The eighth book is in edits.  Seven are available on Bookstrand and six are available on Amazon.

Her Mountain Home
Two Good Men
Belonging to Her Mountain Men
Their Mountain Love
Her Mountain Ménage
Her Mountain Family
A Ménage to Celebrate

Her Forever Mountain, book eight is in edits and I'm currently working on book nine.

The other series that I've been working on is the Men of the Border Lands series. There are three books about three sisters that I've written.
Her Perfect Men Book 18  You can also get this one at Amazon
Happy in the Border Lands Book 19
Her Border Lands Wish, book 20 is in edits right now.

Can't let you go without sharing some covers. Always have to have something hot to look at. :-)

Hope you guys have a great weekend ahead. Read a good book and relax. Life is short.

Marla Monroe

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Texas Writing Trip

I'm here and attending a Margie Lawson Immersion class that lasts four days. I'm in deep edits and having a great time. Writers are always seeking to improve their books and the best way to do that is to attend workshops and classes as often as they can. I hope to always write my best book every time I set down and start one.

I've met some great new friends here and learning a lot from them as well. It's fun to find out about your fellow writers since writing tends to be a very solitary business. We sit at a computer for hours on end and never see or talk to another person if we don't have family living with us. It makes for some long days and strange actions.

I talk to my cats and listen when they talk back. I've always said they are my greatest muses. When something isn't working well, I turn to the cat and watch it sleep or play and suddenly, it all works out in my head and I start back to creating the story.

Have a great weekend everyone.

Marla
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Coming June 16th Caught Between Hawk and Gunner

This is the second book in The Howling Death MC series. If you have to be caught somewhere then between these two men is the place to be.

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Sexy Excerpt

As soon as they made it in the house, the men were all over her. They stripped her then gently bathed her in the tub before taking her to bed. Gunner spread her thighs with an almost desperate need in his eyes. The first touch of his tongue had her crying out in pleasure. She needed this. She needed them to take her and make her theirs. If they didn’t want her, she’d die inside. She sure as hell wanted them to want her. “Babe, you taste so damn good. I was afraid I’d lose you.” Gunner returned to eating her pussy with a vengeance.

“God, Gunner. Please.”

She could only beg for him to help her reach that point. She wanted to come so badly.
“Not yet, sweet thing. You’re coming with us this time. Both of us.” Hawk kissed her, exploring her mouth then moving down to lick and bite at her jaw, neck, and earlobe. He sucked at the junction of her neck and shoulder, then nipped at it.

“I want you both. Take me. Make me yours. I don’t want to lose you.” Jackie couldn’t believe she’d allowed the words out.

“You already are ours.” Gunner moved up her body and sucked at her nipple before fitting his cock at her opening. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard, babe.”

He pushed his way inside her. She was wet and ready for him, but he was thick and having to wiggle to get in her. She finally relaxed enough that he surged forward with a deep growl.

“Damn, babe. You’re so fucking tight I won’t last long.” He retreated and thrust again and again. Finally, he rolled her over so that she straddled him. He bucked up as she rose and fell with him.
“Hold her down while I get her ready, Gunner.” Hawk knelt behind her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“We’re making you ours. We want to come inside of you at the same time, so Hawk’s going to take that pretty little ass while I fuck your warm, wet pussy.” Gunner reached up and kissed her between the breasts. Then he was pulling her flat against his chest.

“Easy, sweet thing. I’m not going to hurt you if you relax. Hurting you is the last thing I ever want to do.”

Hawk rubbed something cold and wet on her asshole. He pressed his finger inward then pulled it back out. She wasn’t alarmed but knew that no matter how much he prepared her, it would sting. She didn’t care. She wanted them both and wanted to be theirs forever.

He added more of the cool lubricant and pressed in and out of her back hole several times before adding even more and adding a second finger. It burned, but not too badly. He fucked her with his fingers then forced more of the lube inside her. The next thing she felt was his cockhead pressing against her ass. She tried to relax her muscles, letting Gunner’s hands soothe her as he rubbed small circles against her back.

Hawk pressed harder, stretching her even as she tried to push out. When he finally popped through the resistant ring of her ass, she gasped and dropped her head to Gunner’s chest.

“There we go. Easy, Jackie. Just let us do all the work.” Hawk pushed all the way in with a soft curse while Gunner pulled nearly all the way out of her pussy. Then they switched directions, and she felt like a piece of cheese between two slices of hot bread.

They seesawed in and out of her until the pressure building was so close to exploding she couldn’t help but strain toward it. Her ass burned, but a strange sort of pleasure was escalating from it as well. She’d never known there were pleasure nerves in her ass before now. The guys sweated above and below her. Hawk grasped one hip with his hand and held on to the back of her neck with the other hand.

“Fuck but your ass is so goddamn tight, babe. Fuck but I’m not going to last.”

“Neither am I. She’s hot and wet and tight, and with you in her ass, it’s like forcing my dick through silly putty. I swear she’s going to strangle me.” Gunner cupped her breasts in his hands, flicking his thumbs over her nipples.

“Please, please not yet. I need to come so badly it hurts.”

“We’ve got you, sweet thing. We’re going to take good care of you from now on.” Hawk used both hands to hold her hips as he tunneled in and out of her ass.

She could feel the heat from Hawk’s body against her back. The burning sensation in her ass had given way to a strange pleasure that helped fuel her need to climax. She needed them to hurry and push her over. She didn’t want to be left hanging. Now with as good as she was sure it was going to be.

“I’ve got you, babe. Just relax.” Gunner put one hand between them where he moved his fingers until his thumb found her clit.

“Yes,” she hissed as he thumbed it, teasing it then pinching it between this thumb and finger.

Jackie erupted in pleasure, screaming in a high-pitched whine that even she didn’t recognize. The two men lost their rhythm and shouted out as they came, filling her body with their semen. The pleasure went on and on as they continued to fuck her until they lost their strength and collapsed beneath and behind her.

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Erica wasn’t exactly looking for love, but a new friend wouldn’t be bad either. But what if there were two, and they wanted to share? She didn’t think the small community would approve. She depended on them for her business and that kept her three children clothed and fed. Erica was in a bind.

 

Brent and Kent just moved to town buying one of the ranches in the area. They wanted a big family Thanksgiving with all of their brothers, sisters, and families there to celebrate. They needed help. One look at Erica when she arrived to help them get ready, and their hearts were committed. But what about hers?

In order to become a family, they had to overcome Erica’s fear of losing her business and the guy’s worry she would resent them if she did. A little Christmas magic and some revised goals just might do the trick.

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Kent walked over to where his brother stepped out of his underwear totally nude and completely comfortable that way. When Brent stood up to his full height, it was like looking at twin images of one man only there were subtle differences if she really looked. Brent had just a little more thickness in his arm and leg muscles than his twin. Kent’s skin was maybe a shade lighter than Brent’s was. Though both men were built like Adonis on steroids, Brent was just a little more cut and Kent was just a little more relaxed than his brother.

Even without the differences in their hair length, Erica was sure she would know them anywhere. Given time to explore their bodies in much more detail, she was sure she would even know the difference if blind folded and that thought led to another one a little kinkier.

Finally, she allowed her eyes to feast on their cocks and moaned out loud to her utter embarrassment. But damn! They were beautiful. Both men had long thick dicks that had a slight curve. Heavy balls with just a dusting of hair hung between their legs as the stalks of their cocks pointed almost directly at her. It took all of her determination to lift her eyes from their amazing packages to meet their heavy lidded eyes.

As if that had been some secret signal to them, they pounced. She had no idea who removed what item of clothing, but before she realized it, Erica was as nude as they were, only her clothes had been folded and left on the dresser where theirs lay where they’d dropped it.

“You are so damn beautiful, Erica. I will never get tired of looking at you,” Brent said.

“One of the perks of there being two of us is that one of us can always lay back watch your face when you come while the other brings you there. But this time, we both want to hold you and get our cocks deep inside of you,” Kent told her.

“Have you ever had anal sex before?” Brent asked her. His voice had deepened as he ran his hands up and down her abdomen.

“Y–Yes. I didn’t like it, but I’ll try with you if you want me to,” she said.

“Babe, I can assure you we’ll make it good for you, but if it hurts we’ll stop, okay?” Brent’s strained voice told her he was more turned on than he appeared. She loved that they wanted her that much.

“Okay. I trust you,” she said. And she did. Deep down, Erica knew they wouldn’t hurt her.

“Fuck! That is the sweetest thing you could have ever said to me, babe.” Brent kissed her, sweeping his tongue into her mouth to tease hers before he pulled back and nipped at her neck.

“I’ve got to taste her before we get started, Brent. That one quick suck of her fingers last time wasn’t enough.” Kent moved down to the foot of the bed where he slipped between her legs and spread them so his shoulders would fit.

Brent pulled one of her legs higher with his hand then licked and teased her nipples while his brother blew hot hair across her wet pussy lips. All Erica could do in that moment was close her eyes and enjoy what they were doing to her. Every lick, every nip sent her senses spiraling higher and higher. She was sure she'd explode if they didn’t do something soon. Ever cell in her body was on fire.

“Please. Oh, God! I need you. I need you both so much,” she said.

Kent’s tongue continued to circle her clit then swipe more of her juices from her slit before returning to torment the little bundle of nerves again. Brent’s mouth mauled her breasts, biting just hard enough to make her squirm with pleasure. She didn’t know if she was trying to pull away from him or move closer. All she did know was that she’d never been so turned on or felt so loved in her life. This was what sex was supposed to be like between lovers.

 

Marla

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Coming Soon...

Hello everyone. I hope you are all well.

Well, the struggle of writing around a full-time job is rough, but I'm doing my best! Hopefully I will be able to start releasing 2 books per month again soon. I know that you all religiously await my new book announcements and stalk bookstrand until the release dates finally get here like me, so... (drum roll, please) here is my next announcement!

(Their Border Lands Freedom is still out and about, so don't forget about that little gem.)

A LYNX IN THEIR DEN will be released on July 18th, 2014! (I can hear the cheering!) This is actually the first of a new series, Shifting Desires. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did writing it! (Also my assistant thinks there are some rather hilarious pieces of dialogue.) If you think cats and dogs are enemies, just wait until you see what shenanigans a lynx and some bears produce!

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     Creed and his brother, Shayne are bear shifters moving to the Talmadge Community to start their own sleuth, the Talmadge Sleuth of Montana. They’d known since they had been cubs that they would share a mate and bring back the old ways to help stop humans who wanted to control them and hunt them into extinction.

     The first night there they pick up the scent of their mate living right next door to them. Believing it would be a piece of cake to claim her and mate her, they hadn’t expected the wild ride she’d take them on before they’d even put down roots. Not only did she not want to mate with them, but she was being stalked by Rogue Hunters, who they suspected didn’t have a court order to kill her. They are introduced to the local wild dog pack and wolf pack in short order in an effort to keep their intended safe.

     Serenity has no intentions of ever mating and ending up like her best friend, tied to a lynx who only wants her for her ability to spit out kits. Neither is she about to submit to two overbearing males with stars in their eyes. She has a successful business and is fine as she is. When they convince her that they won’t take over her life, it’s her lynx who puts a stop on things when she refuses to allow anal sex since she sees it as the ultimate form of domination. 

     After Serenity runs off to allow them to forget about her and find someone else and they go after her, finding her in the midst of her breeding heat unlike any she’s ever had before, they manage to mate her, binding the three of them together. The lynx was more than happy to have help in that time of her cycle then. With a prophesy that had brought hunters down her and her old rufus in the mix, Serenity has huge changes to adjust to by becoming the Ursa of the Talmadge Sleuth. She knows she can adjust with the help of her two bears.

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Writing Can Help When You Are Down

Everyone has those days when things are tough. I've always turned to books to help me through the hard parts of my life. Sometimes reading and sometimes writing, and lately, listening to them. Getting lost in a story gives your mind and heart the rest it needs to be able to deal with reality when it's time to step back out again. As a writer, I can better appreciate this because I was first a reader. I can remember many times in my teenage life when everything was MAJOR serious that books helped me get through what I had, at the time, imagined to be the worst, worst thing to every happen in my life. Now I know the difference.

We as writers need to remember how important it is to weave stories that readers can totally immerse themselves in to escape the tough times in their lives. They need to be of such believability that a reader will become lost in the story and live the hero or heroine's life from the book, so that when they reach the end, the happy every after ending, they are left with a feeling of peace if only for a moment. Then, just maybe, that reader will be able to draw from that experience that there is still the possibility of a happy every after at the end of their personal journey.

Hope is something we have the ability to provide our readers. It's something we all need in our lives because storybook lives are nearly impossible. If not for hope, how many of us as writers would have given up on becoming published many years before? Hope gives strength to the heart to continue pumping and breath to the soul to continue seeking.

I want to write that book that will hold someone's hand as they walk a dark path. I want to write that book that reappears in someone's life as a joke or important line that they needed in that moment. I want to write the book that can help someone endure one more chemo treatment or hide for a while from the pain they are in. I want to write that book that will empower one woman to do something they've needed to do for a long time.

It might take me a lifetime to do this, but for every book I do finish, I'm one step closer to seeing my goal to fruition. Sometimes we have to take the steps slowly, one at a time, instead of bounding up them like there's no tomorrow. When we rush through it all, we miss the precious things along the way. Life is living the journey, not rushing to the end because there is no going back—ever.

I lost a part of myself today that I can never recover. It was just one piece of me, but there have been so many of those pieces along the way. I shore up my heart and soul with words, hiding my pain and losing myself with them in order to continue on to a new day.

Marla Monroe

The Importance of Feeding Your Human

Sometimes we get all caught up with research, plotting, and writing to the point that we forget that the human side of us needs a break sometimes. No matter how much we eat, live, and breathe writing, there comes a time that we all need something different for a change. For some of us, we naturally take periodic breaks to relax, read something fun, watch a fun movie, or take a family vacation without the computer. Yeah, right. Not happening here either.

My poor human side gets very little time away from writing. The time I do take usually still has something to do with writing in some form or fashion. For example, I’m going on a long weekend out of town where I will meet up with my writers group that I’m a member of and discuss writing as well as catch up on how everyone is doing. I’ll also take some time to visit a couple of friends that don’t write but always in the back of my mind is that part of me that is cataloguing everything in case I can use it later in a book.

 

Even after I’ve visited with my friends, I’ll be going back to my hotel room to write. I’d never get any sleep if I didn’t write some before going to bed. It’s a habit so engrained in me now that if I try to break it, I fear I’d go insane. What will happen when I’m too old to see well enough to write or have such bad arthritis that I can’t hold a pen or use a keyboard? My mind will slowly implode. Then again, maybe I’ll just go happily into that amazing world inside my brain and live out the remainder of my days there.

The point is that if I didn’t do something to relieve some of the constant pressure to write, write, write, I would go stale and my writing would ultimately suffer. Just feeding my muse all the new things I find for it isn’t enough. The human side of us has to be, well, human at times. Remember, we might drive the obsessions, the passions, and the finance side of things, but our human is only human and if he or she gets sick, we all suffer.

 

So remember to feed your human different ideas, experiences, and other human interaction. Becoming a monk or, in my case, a hermit at times, isn’t a good thing. As much as I would love to bury myself in a little cabin in the woods with damn good satellite Internet but not much else, just so I could write uninterrupted, it would eventually lead to my demise as an author and ultimately as a human.

Find something that gets you out of your little hidey-hole at least two or three times a year and take advantage of it. Keep your muse looking and smelling fresh so that your writing remains exciting and unique to you.

Marla Monroe

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Hard Stories

Sometimes the books that jump at me to write are hard to write. Something about them is either personal to me or to something I believe in. My new series, Wounded Warriors, is that type of series that burns in my soul. Its been on my mind for a long time, but this is the first book in the series to finally be finished.

Today I'll be writing those last two words that hits every writer in the heart. The End. The funny thing, is that it isn't the end really, but the beginning.

With this first book, a group of lives that are often ignored will come alive for us to hear their stories and learn about their hopes and dreams and how they were temporarily squashed. Temporarily because you can't keep a good man or woman down and because everyone deserves a happy ending. In these books, at least, they will have their HEA.

Sometimes being a writer means delving into the harder subjects and this is one of those that some great authors have addressed. Beth Williamson and Lorelei James are two that I think about here with their books that touched my heart. I hope that I can do half as well as they did with their stories.

Remember when you read one of these books that even though all my books will have a happy ending, not all lives get that HEA. It's one of the reasons I became a writer, to be able to always have a book I can disappear in for a few hours in order to live a HEA. Because as everyone knows, life can be hard and often is.

Marla Monroe

Where Is My Sunshine?

I'm desperate here. Tired of cloudy nasty days. I need the sun to come out and fill me up with energy. Its hard to think and plan when all you see is doom and gloom on the horizon. Spring, where is your brightly colored rainbow with all of its new life? Hurry up and explode across the sky to chase away the dreary world I'm stuck in.

Ever feel like this? I'm a solar powered kinda woman. I need the sunshine. Love a roaring thunderstorm to blow through a lazy afternoon or wake me in the middle of the night, but they are volatile and only last a short time. These long drawn out dull cloudy days stretch on and on until I'm ready to crawl under the covers and hide.

So here I sit, arguing with myself to just get over it already and write. I've got all the lights on around me to make it feel sunny and my manly inspiration pictures posted on my hunk board. I have no excuses, yet even closing the blinds so I can't see the depressing landscape before me, I know it is there.

Perhaps it is a fitting backdrop for the deeply emotional book I'm writing anyway. It is my challenge to bring them out of the place they've fallen in to one where happiness is found and dreams come true.

My ode to Edgar Allen Poe in a feeble attempt to mimic his depressing writings that always gave me the shivers when I read them. His birthday was the other day. I'm late as usual.

Marla Monroe