Liz has to share a room with the new girl on the volleyball team. What begins as a frustrating experience, soon evolves into something very satisfying.

Free on Amazon as of 5/17!

I’m sorry I disappeared again. I wanna be reliable, but a lot of things are happening and I don’t want to promise releases until life stuff calms down.

I truly, sincerely apologize to anyone looking forward to any projects due out. I haven’t forgotten about you, I swear! I can’t wait to be at a place where I can sit down and give you the loveydoveyness and smuty awesome that you deserve.

I will be around these parts though. Don’t give up on me.

(it’s *technically* still Tuesday in California

Been Nashville marathon-ing and cementing my eternal love of Connie Britton. *swoons*

“If I Didn’t Know Better”- Original song by The Civil Wars, show version by Clare Bowen and Sam Palladio

And here’s a yummy, pocket book friendly freebie:

(p.s. Vi is still on a billionaire kick )

She never met a man like him before, a powerful billionaire who always gets what he wants.  Now she’s about to enter an exclusive world of glittering opulence and all-consuming passion—where she’ll explore the darkest reaches of her own desire.

Lucy Delacourt’s office temp position isn’t quite her dream job but it pays the bills…barely. The highlight of her day is riding the elevator in the mornings with a handsome stranger. Tall, dark, and sexy as hell, Lucy knows he’s way out of her league, but a girl can look, right? Everything changes the day the stranger seduces her. Completely out of character, she yields without a fight, but she has no idea her wanton acts with a man whose name she doesn’t know will change her life forever. Because the sexy stranger is none other than Jeremiah Hamilton, billionaire CEO of Hamilton Industries, and one taste isn’t nearly enough to satisfy his need.

Anything He Wants is free on Amazon as of 3/22/13.

I first fell in lurve with this song on The Following and then when I heard it in the Vikings opening, it happened all over again.

Yes, I am a TV addict.

“If I Had A Heart” by Fever Ray

So…yeah… It’s been awhile.

I fell off the face of the world, yall. Life gave me lemons and the last thing I wanted was to make lemonade. Or write. Or do anything remotely productive as a human being. Trust, you didn’t want to read the stuff I would have written anyway. Apocalypses. End of the world type stuff. Depressing-ness.

But I have crawled out of my hole, pulled out my writing tablet, and I’m ready to get back to the things that make me happy. And if yall haven’t decided to kick me to curb (I would totes understand if you did!), I have a bunch of projects and books in the works and I can’t wait  to share them with you!

For those that like your erotica really, really, naughty:

I’m re-branding all my taboo (PI/pseudo incest, dubious consent, etc) and releasing it in a single bundle. I also have a couple of new shorts percolating.

For those that like your erotica steamy with a dash of romance:

I’m lengthening In His Eyes and Blink to novella length and re-releasing those as well. I’m reworking and re-releasing My Hero, My Lover and finishing out Keisha and Jake’s story in Do Not Disturb 3. I’m finishing up Beautiful Blood 2 and also working on a longer edition of one of the flash fiction stories from Wet (Lesbian Erotica Collection).

And I haven’t forgotten about Client 219!

Freebie Friday!

The Pink Rose by Alicia Roberts:

Max Wilson is CEO and majority shareholder of Zetta Corp. Ever since he first noticed his shy accountant Amy Sanders, he’s been trying to get her attention. So when she finally agrees to be his escort to an important gala, he knows exactly what he wants from her.

What he doesn’t know is that Amy’s cousin is Nicky Dunn, his business rival. Soon, it seems as though there’s a mole inside the company, leaking important information to Nicky…

Read it, loved it.

It’s free on Amazon as of 3/8/13!

Before I sign off, I want to apologize for my absence. If you’re reading this, you haven’t completely given up on me. And that means the world. <3

p.s. Do you have a free book you want me to feature during Freebie Friday? Email me at avioletmuse[at]gmail[dot]com!

I’m alive. Update soon!

It is, however, 0.99, and full of awesome.

Remember Charisma from Sunday? Her IR erotic short, Malaya and Jared, is officially live at the usual haunts!

Here’s the yummy cover and description.

Weddings are supposed to be happy, joyous occasions. Malaya Jones’ sister’s upcoming wedding should have been no different. But instead of looking forward to the nuptials, Malaya finds herself grinning and bearing it—because her sister is engaged to be married to her high school sweetheart, Jared Goodson.

Jared Goodson has only truly loved one woman—the feisty, unique Malaya Jones. But after a tough breakup with her a few years back and finding himself attracted to her sister, Shanice. One thing leads to another and he finds himself engaged. He’s sure that his residual attraction to Malaya is just wedding jitters but when he sees her, he knows the truth. He’s marrying the wrong sister.

You can find Malaya and Jared here:

Amazon

Barnes and Noble

Smashwords

“Brandy Alexander” by Feist

One of the things I love about self publishing is that it gives people with stories the ability to tell said stories without the validation/gold star of getting an agent/getting a publisher etc. It’s really empowering and a great opportunity for readers to find voices that would otherwise never be heard.

The story I’m sharing for today’s Sunday Snippet is a book that will be coming out next week. While it’ll be another One Night Stand short story like Kendra and Scott, it’s kind of in a class all its own.

This story came to me when I was in the throes of a bad breakup and was stuffing my face full of overpriced gelato and vegging on My Best Friend’s Wedding. Love is super complicated, and inconvenient, and messy. And I asked myself, what if the guy you loved was marrying someone else? And one better–what if that someone else was your sister?

I don’t have an online home as of yet, besides my email (charismacoleerotica[at]gmail[dot]com), but if you’re interested in learning more about this story, email me or keep your eyes peeled on Amazon, 8/22/12!

(added by Vi: I’ll also blog/tweet when Charisma’s new book is up!

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Malaya and Jared 

Copyright Charisma Cole 2012

“One, two, three, cheese!”
As the flash snapped, my sister’s arms tightened around my shoulders–significantly tighter than anything designed to bring me comfort. Too tight to be anything remotely close to sisterly love.
I let out a silent sigh of relief as she released me and squealed with delight before running around the table to snatch the camera from the waiter.
Her forehead scrunched in disgust as she smacked her lips. “Lay Lay! Your eyes are doing something funky.” She handed the Iphone back to our waiter who plastered on a grin that said, I’d better be getting a helluva tip for this.
It was take five of the Bridal Party Night Out. Each time, I’d done something to sabotage my sister’s photographic memories. Her friends had all dutifully chuckled as she made all of us pretend we were all old chums and ignorant of the elephant in the room. My sister, Shanice, was the bride after all. Even if we were all tired of grinning and bearing it, her word was law.
She pushed her impossibly thin hips to the right and the rest of us shuffled over as the waiter heralded what I hoped was the last shot. I plastered on the best smile I could muster, holding it like someone would hold an unruly child.
As soon as the camera dropped and Shanice once again pouted with annoyance, I’d had enough. I pushed from the booth, ignoring her calling my name. The diners, the colors, the sounds all whirled around me like some demented merry go round and as soon as I stepped into the sanctuary of the bathroom, I felt all the awkward bubbling in my gut.
I reached into my back pocket and pulled out my phone, finding my best friend, Tamara’s, number. I knew she was three hours behind over on the east coast making it officially o dark thirty and kinda selfish for me to call, but my sister had done a bang up job of eluding to my treachery and all but calling me a selfish skeet skeet, so I ran with it.
Tamara’s groggy drawl did make me feel a little guilty.
“H-Hello?”
“Remind me again why I agreed to come all the way out here to be publicly tarred and feathered?”
She rustled, and when I closed my eyes, I could almost see her propping up against her headboard, tightening the knot on the front of her scarf.
“Because she’s your sister.”
“Herapmph,” I scoffed. “Not that anyone would guess.”
It was the gospel truth. We came from light skinned parents, and Shanice inherited their patrician features, fair eyes, and lean figures that they didn’t have to work at. I was the black sheep of the bunch, with deep brown skin and a size 12 body that seemed destined to always be curvy and cushioned, no matter how hard I zumba-ed.
Shanice kept her hair cropped short, making her almost a dead ringer for Halle Berry. I kept my hair long and natural, usually in braids or two strand twists. Shanice was a reporter for the local news, her Colgate worthy smile plastered on buses all over the Greater Sacramento area. I was a teacher back in NC where we grew up, schooling ungrateful high schoolers that called me every name under the sun. Shanice turned heads and most of the time I found my squarely in the friend zone. Well, unless we were talking about Jared. Whatever Jared and I had defied logic.
“It’s so obvious she’s told everyone,” I groaned. “You should have seen their faces when she introduced me before dinner. Shock and awe, Tam. Shock and awe.”
She let out a chuckle. “Girl, you’re a trip.”
I let out a laugh of my own, but the bite of their reaction still stung. I could still hear Shanice’s edged politeness, full of subliminal bitchiness. “And this is my sister…”
As each of her prissy friends took me in, it was obvious they couldn’t believe that Shanice Jones’ sister wasn’t a glamazon and they definitely couldn’t believe that I had almost been the reason that there wasn’t a wedding at all.
“Have you seen him?” Tamara asked softly, she too tiptoeing around the elephant in the room.
I played dumb, walking into a stall and closing the door behind me. I leaned back onto the aluminum frame. “Who?”
“The Scoundrel Formerly Known As Jared Goodson.”
“He’s not a scoundrel,” I said, a little too quickly. Still caring a little too much about someone that was marrying my sister in two days.
“The man that dated you all throughout high school and college until he woke up one day and decided he’d dump you ‘for your own good’ isn’t a scoundrel?”
“Tam…”
“So we’re ignoring when you found out via Facebook that he shacked up with Meredith Vieira. Then he comes home for the holidays, sees you and BAM! he made a huge mistake with your sister and sleeps with you.”
“Tamara-”
“Then he claims he’s done, but just needs time to break it to ‘Nice, but what he really means is he needs time to renig, again, and proposes to her instead.” She tsked before blazing on. “Every single one of yall is crazy. You’re crazy for letting him get under your skin after he broke your heart. She’s crazy for marrying someone after he told her that he thought he was still in love with you.”
“You finished?” I snapped, my nostrils flaring. Getting mad at her was a smoke screen. Mostly, I was mad at myself. I banged my forehead on the door. Here I was, taking all the blame, again, when it wasn’t just mine to bear. After all he put me through…and I still couldn’t be mad at the person who deserved it the most?

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Thanks so much for stopping by, Charisma! If you’re an erotica/erotic romance writer and you’d like to be featured on Sunday Snippet, just shoot me an email at avioletmuse[at]gmail[dot]com!