The Army Beast Unit...The Men and their Mates

Last year I entered the All Romance E-books contest called Just One Bite. My piece was called Salute Your Shifter and Casey Johnson was the leaders of an elite unit called the Army Beasts. I got such a response for the little short I wrote for them, I decided to create the entire Unit. Thus the Army Beasts were born in my imagination starting with Zane Wakefield. I didn’t know that these guys would take off like they did.

There were only supposed to be two books featuring the Twins Zane and Zander. But readers kept asking to know about the rest so I’ve written shorts on each team member and slipped them into My Calendar Men series. It’s a kind of wrap up for each man and they two have been well received. Of course I’ve had the comments, oh they should be longer. LOL…But honestly I wanted to just give them all a wrap up so each team member could live happily ever after. Below I’ve given a list of the entire group of the Army Beasts and a little background on each man and his mate. There are some secrets revealed in Army Beasts 2 so don’t miss out!
Let’s start with the ones that are coming soon….

Salute Your Shifter (Casey and Nia) www.allromanceebooks.com Just One Bit Volume 2 Free read. This is when Casey finally made a move of the sexy soldier transcriber in his office named Nia. It was based around Halloween and boy it was super hot. Readers have asked for more on these two and I decided to write them another story. I believed they needed more background as well. Embrace The Beast will be the continuation of their story and you can expect that in November.

The only man in the Army Beasts who haven’t been paired up is Malachi Benson. He is the big bear shifter of the unit. The brute force that has a love of heavy weapons but he is the sweetest guy in the world. You finally hear his voice when he makes a cameo in Army Beasts 2 where you see his charm. Malachi gets his happiness with a spicy bar owner named Olivia, Liv for short who refuses to let him give her up without a fight. Meet me In November is going to be another one of the Calendar and you can expect that in October with another two hotties of the month.

You’ve met Zander and the love of his life Promyse in Army Beasts 1. Just released today was his twin brother’s story in Army Beasts 2 where he finds love with Aisha. Zander is my broken hero, who doesn’t think he deserves anything good because of past transgressions. But beneath all that angst is a powerful dominant male who would go to the mat for his friends, family and the woman who holds his heart. You see this play out in the pages of his story and you watch those rough edges smooth over when Aisha steps into his life. But Zander is still as deadly as ever to solve this mystery he has to be.

April’s Fool (My Calendar Men Shorts) is Kale’s story and the woman he loves is willing to send him away if he doesn’t make a commitment. He came ready to do just that fearing she wouldn’t accept him because of his shifter nature. But April did and now even though he has to commute to work, he is happy in with life with her.

When September Ends (My Calendar Men shorts) features Camden and Sable, the women he met through the Adopt A Hero Program. What’s sweet about this couple is that they fell in love when Camden was away on a mission in Afghanistan and she was in New York. Their first meeting was on September 30th and he knew he couldn’t go on without showing her the truth. These guys were already in love and sable accepted everything about him. The story moved me more than ever because readers contacted me to let me know they joined The Adopt a Hero Program because of this story to help soldiers stationed overseas who have no one to talk to. I am an advocate of this program and the military in general. Maybe that’s why the Army Beasts was such a great set of stories to write.

2012 is just around the corner and I have some special plans for my Dahlia Rose Unscripted line next year. I am so glad that these guys in this unit could bring such joy to my reader’s imaginations. There you have it, my guys and yours too… Of course I’ll keep you updated via my blog and video blogs on where my books are going and when they will be released. A special note is that My Calendar Men will be in print and of course Army Beasts1 and 2 as well later in October.

These books can be found on www.sugarnspicepress.com, www.allroamceebooks.com, www.pillowtalkebooks.com, www.amazon.com (kindle), and of course www.barnesandnoble.com

Hugs and Cheesecake

Observation at Prohibition (A Party In Itself)

Every couple of weeks Tressie Lockwood and I get the urge to dance it out. It is just one of the ways that we shake of the stress of our hectic writing schedules. Last night was one of those nights and while we were dancing the author in us caused us to observe the crowd. We called it the mating rituals in a club and here is what we found.

They Hunt in Packs…
Both men and women take on a pack mentality when out in a club. Women group together and dance while the men drink and watch they pack they want to hunt. After enough ego boosting from friends one male will approach the women and make at attempt while the rest watch in breathless aniticipation. He could either be accepted as a potential dance partner or be given the look of disgust and set on his way. If he is accepted the rest of the men use this as a signal that they too can approach and try their luck.

Goldilocks Syndrome…
As the crowd thickens mot women find they suffer from the goldilocks syndrome. The potential mate factor is slim and just like the porridge was too hot, too cold, and just right. They find the most of the guys there are too young or to old and very few are just right.

Don’t Wear Loud Golf Pants To Party
While there we saw an older man who was wearing bright yellow and blue diamond checkered golf pants. Why didn’t his friends warn him that this was a social clubbing no-no? But then I figured it out it was a way to thin the herd so to speak because while no sober woman would approach him, his friends could then have more potential mates to socialize with. In essence he was sacrificed so that they others could survive the night. The needs of the many outweighed the needs of the one. His butt got screwed over, I hope next week they let one of the other guys wear the ugly pants.

The Dumb and The Dumber Influenced by Alcohol
As the night progressed and the more drinks consumed, one find that the intelligence level that most people began the night with has diminished. Men start preening like peacocks and doing dumb stuff to attract women i.e. posing and showing muscles that aren’t there, slam dancing in a huge crowd. Hitting on another guys woman and almost getting punched in the face. Doing the vogue and other 80s dances while approaching obviously horrified women. The list could go on let me tell you, but the spaz attack of insane dancing eventually makes the crowd move away from said drunk fool and he finds himself alone. Poor poor pussycat.

Women approach very differently, in fact they are uncomfortably friendly and touchy feely. The hug and try to lay their head on your shoulder. They dance with you and you don’t know who the hell they are and by the end of the night you feel as if you have to sneak away in case they follow you home. But instead you find the wing woman they showed up with making out with a dude in a corner and you hand over said drunk friend and calmly exit…stage left.

Your Knee Dance Is Not Cute I Don’t Care How drunk You Are.
We’ve seen this little occurrence a few times, men who approach with one foot extended and bent while trying to shimmy their hips. Myself and Tressie has named this the Knee Dance. Do you like my knee? There it is, look at it shaking at you, yeah it’s a hot knee you know you want it. Come-on over and dance with me and my knee. While you stare with your mouth open in horror, he actually thinks this is interest and approaches while you keep backing away. No sir, your knee is not interesting and I would like you to leave me alone. Good night…I said goodnight!

Jello shots and Tongues is like Catnip
Finally there is the jello shots made in cherry, lime, orange and some blue thing. They are served in little cups and the only way to get them out if to use your tongue. Uh-huh you knew what you were doing when you created them that way Mr. Bartender. For this is the catnip of the club. When using your tongue to take a yummy jello shot from its container men flock and almost stampede to be closer to said person. The look on their faces is priceless. Ooooh expert tongue, can I...would you let me?…oh no awww man can you at least eat another one so I can watch. I think the jello shot are the culmination of the night and deserves three cheers for the taste alone. The drooling guy who needs a bib from watching you… Well he’s just a bonus that says you still got the moves.

All in all going out on Saturday night with a great friend or a girl’s night does give you some insights on the mating rituals of a club. But most of all you have so much fun dissecting it with your BFF. We laughed our butts off the entire night. Even walking back to where we started at Cosmos to catch a cab back home we literally laughed until we cried. Uptown Charlotte is packed on Friday and Saturday nights and it’s always so friendly you don’t feel any fear of being out late. I hailed a cab like an old New York Pro and we headed back to our little suburbia neighborhood. Of course we’ll be back there to dance and see more crazy antics. Each time we head out its different and we can talk about it for weeks. Grab a few girlfriends and head out for a night of fun and get in your own observations. I would love to hear about it sometime. To the Bartenders at Prohibition…you guys rock and the red headed sluts shots were off the chain good!

Hugs and Jello Shots!!

Empathy Excerpt....A taste for my readers.

Released at Sugar and Spice Press Today
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So what do I do now? It was the question that Dominique asked herself while lying across the bed in Andrew’s master bedroom. She was lying on her belly looking out the glass wall to the river. In the summer she knew the blue skies would change the water to a kind of blue. Right now the middle of winter the color was dark and murky. Just looking at it made her shiver knowing that the frigid temperature would make it icy cold to the skin. For some reason it was the only thing that soothed her with all the upheaval and swirling thoughts in her head. At the forefront there was Andrew and the kiss he planted on her only days earlier. Since then she’d kept her distance as much as she could. But with a killer looming in the darkness unknown, there were things to discuss.
He dissected her movements from the beginning when she had the first attack. He was looking for different movements in her pattern, trying to see if she had interacted with the killers without even knowing. He asked her about the people in the coffee shop where she worked. They staked it out, and she pointed out the regulars and the new customers. He took pictures and asked more questions. He was like a pit-bull and was tenacious in his task. They went everywhere, from the pharmacy to the supermarket looking for a link. Then he’d poured over everything at night while they ate. The looks he gave her was another thing filled with blatant desire and want. She honestly didn’t know how to react to that.
The only boyfriend she ever had was not the kind who cared about her. He was a taker and in sex he took and never really worried about her needs. When she kicked him to the curb he told her that she would come back because no one else wanted her. She made sure that if she was alone, he would never be a part of her life again. Dominique built another wall around her heart, and thinking about it she was as fortified as a castle in the old day. Nothing got in except the pain of a killer’s lust for blood.
She wondered how it would feel to let Andrew in, to trust him like he asked her to. His kiss excited her, and she wanted to feel his hands on her skin stroking and eliciting excitement in her body. To feel something other than wrenching pain tearing at her every time a new woman was taken and tortured. It was a risk and one she didn’t know if she was willing to take. It was all so much, and the urge to scream became so fierce she opened her mouth and funneled all her frustration into the one yell. She winced when she heard a crash from downstairs and the loud foot falls of Andrew bolting up the stairs. Note to self don’t yellow when there’s a cop around. He busted in the door with a wild look on his face.
“Is it happening again? Goddamnit, there wasn’t any news of another girl getting picked up,” he said.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry! No, there’s nothing happening. I was just frustrated with I guess everything,” Dominique said.
“So you thought it best to scream whilst you have this whole issue going and a guy who carries a loaded weapon downstairs?” Andrew stepped inside the room. It was the closest they’d been in the bedroom since he kissed her.
She shrugged embarrassed. “I wasn’t thinking. I’m just so over everything. It feels like we’re sitting here spinning our wheels waiting for these bastards to take another woman. I can’t work or go home, and then you kissed the socks of me, and I wondered if it was a fluke to feel like that….”
Oh drat blast it. Dominique shut her mouth tight knowing that she revealed more than she wanted to. One raised eyebrow, it was the only movement before he strode across the room and in an instant pinned her on the bed. She closed her eyes as his lips met hers, and damn it wasn’t a fluke. She moaned softly as his hardness was pressed against her and his tongue penetrated her mouth. It was instinct, reflex to raise her hips to feel more of that delicious hardness in his pants. The kiss assaulted her senses, made her wet and bold. She grabbed his head and angled her mouth over his taking from him as he did from her. It caused him to groan. The temperature in the room seemed to skyrocket, and for the minutes that they tasted and tempted each other, Dominique forgot her troubles.
Andrew lifted his head. “Does that feel like it was a coincidence?”

Things That Make You Go Ooh!!

You know as an erotica author I always want my sex scenes to be hot. Of course I want my hero and heroine to connect and find that emotional tie that will bind them together. The firstt kiss has to sizzle, the reader has to feel the will she, won’t he, oh come on kiss factor so that when the time comes it jumps off the pages. I like to hear when my readers email and say oh my god I was a guy just like…But after so many book I always get asked, what do I use to keep that fire burning in me to write fiery hot sex.


There are a few things and while the hubster still can make me go mmmm. One needs some outside sources of entertainment, to keep the juices flowing. I mean the creative ones. Keep your minds out of the gutter. No wait… put them back in because that’s where mine is now. Hot smoking abs, smooth skin over a taunt hard muscled arms and of course an erect… body. Yes good posture is key. (Laugh) We all know our mind went other places. Anyway I have a few pictures that I call The Stimulation File. Yes its actually named that on my computer where the hotties are mighty fine and when you need to think about licking… Well I’ll let you see for yourself what I’m talking about.

Alexander Skarsguard Number one in scruptiousness! He light the fire quite nicely on a regular basis!

Thor...If you haven;t watched that moive well you need to go see Chris Helmsworth. The man puts the super in superhero.

Salute the Military!! I go to him on occasions when I need a soldier!

Let's Talk about Erect...ummm bodies. Thats it.. bodies.

And he's just magnificent to look at, everything about him in perfection.

Now there are a few more of the more risque nature that I must keep to myself. But when you want to find things to make you go mmmm. Visit these guys and stimulate your senses. The can be as good as coffee with a shot of red bull to the system.

Look out for my next blog where I flip the dial to talk about my new release Empathy. If you want to the menthod to my madness and creating my not so nice killer. This blog will give you inside secrets.

Ciao ladies and Gents

Dahlia ( you can now follow my blog by simply adding your email addressin the little box at the top and clicking SUBMIT!)

Writers Retreat ..2011 in Savannah Creative Rejuvination At It's Best!!

Finally!! That was my first thought when I threw my suitcase in the back of the SUV I was travelling in. The date May 20th and the place, an author’s retreat in Savannah. We planned this tip since December of last year and the road crew was Eliza Gayle, Jessica Lee, Tressie Lockwood and me your friendly neighborhood Dahlia Rose. The trip down we laughed and talked and freaked out over a spider in the car for a minute. Buts when we drove into this amazingly historic town that our muses began to scream in delight. Historic buildings, steamboats, and the riverfront oh my!





We dropped our bags in the room and began our tour taking pictures and enjoying the sweet smell of the magnolias close our hotel. How could one city be so rich and full of life! The trolley cars dinged and the old historic church bells sounded the time as we walked. We picked up ever sightseeing flyer from the visitor center we could find and bought some of the sweetest honey you could ever have. Who know that they could make honey taste like orange blossoms in the spring! I found my new favorite quote at a seafood raw bar we ate at, Shuck me, Suck me, Drink it down! (Laugh) While they were talking about their delicious oysters, I pictured something different in my mind. As an author of the erotic nature I guess I tend to see the naughty in thing. Savannah gives so much of that, from the secret alcoves shaded by moss trees and as the sun set it cast shadows where lovers could meet. Or a vampire could seduce a new paramour into his arms taking her blood while giving her pleasure. See… the city just creates an atmosphere that begs to be written. Each picture can be a new story set in a city with so much life even after death.

We toured the oldest graveyard where they were only six hundred grave markers. We found out that they were more than ten thousand buried there. By far my favorite part was the ghost tour we took at ten o clock at night. Out tour guide filled out heads with tales of death and the macabre that happened in year gone by. From the iron house at Keystone with its frugal owner, to the children killed in an orphanage fire that still knock at the window at the rebuilt house where they lived. We listed with rapt attention as t she filled our heads with information while the muses screamed… More! More! More! The imprinted fingertips of slaves who built wall of stone can still be seen in places and some pictures came out with shadows where they should be none. The tour guide left us in an old shack and we screamed in fright and laughed with nervous tension when the lights went out. Then regaled with stories of pirates and witches as a storm was recreated and unknown things tickled our legs. We heard actual recoded EVP from a hung maid name Molly begging for her life. At the end of the tour we were thoroughly enraptured with everything we had learned and filled with new stories we wanted to create.

The final night was dinner at one of the most authentic Irish Pubs I have ever seen. Kevin and Barry’s featured a folk singer (Danny Quinn) who immediately pulled us into the Irish drinking ditties while we dined on Shepherd’s pie and some of the best shrimp and coleslaw ever! Not to mention the Bailey’s Irish cream Cheesecake…Yes I said it cheesecake, you know how I feel about that dessert. And Jessica shared her treat that I can only call an edible orgasm.

Savannah is a stunning city, from the chocolatiers to candy store and home made ice-cream, we wanted to taste it all and experience it all. By far a weekend was all we had to explore this marvelous city and we fit as much in as we could. The day is hot and the nights are humid and hold the sweet musky smell of nightshade as you walk. You feel the mystery and the magic as you caress and old headstone or watch a beautiful bride join with her groom in the square. A griffin watches over the center of the city and somehow you feel honored to be in the presence of something created even before your parents, parents were born. I feel completely in love with Savannah, vowing to return again and again to immerse myself it he history. Once is never enough there is to much to see and explore to say you have seen it all. Even when you do well it wouldn’t be a hardship to see it a second or third time.

A poster board graces my office with the pictures we took, the places we saw and hopefully a ghost or two caught by our cameras. It will be my vision quest as I start new stories built around a place that truly cannot be described as anything else but magnificent. I see soldiers from the pat and future in my head living in this city, vampires, shifters, modern day gypsies and so much more. Each will be a story in itself and each one will fill my memory of my time in Savannah. The first story will be You’re The One That I Love featuring Sasha Caroway. T found her home here in Savannah and this book will be released in July with Sugar and Spice Press. As with my other stories I invited you to see it though my eyes, I’ll try to show you the world in the pages of my books. I hope you enjoyed the pictures that littered my blog post. It doesn’t do justice to a place that simply…. indescribable. To see more join me on Facebook.

Hugs and Cheesecake
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Sneak Peak First Chapter Read... "Army Beasts"

Army Beasts Out now!!

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As a treat to my readers I'm giving you the first Chapter of Army Beast to tenpt and tease you!!

ENJOY!!

Chapter One

With every stroke of the feather her skin felt flushed and heated. It was trailed down her neck across her chest and around her nipples leaving her gasping in pleasure. Her hands and legs were bound with silk scarves, and she was spread eagled on the ornate four poster bed. She felt the feather tease her torso with small swirls and circles. It barely touched the top of her pussy, and the circles got bigger. She ached to feel it between her legs. She lifted her hips in anticipation but only to have the soft caress of the feather pulled away. She moaned her disappointment, and a husky laugh came to her ears
“Ah you want me to touch you there,” the deep voice said knowingly.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
“I love it when you ask nicely.” He chuckled. “You are such a good girl.”
The feather began its slow movement across her body again and went to the core of her desire. She bit her lip when she felt the soft flick against the lips of her pussy. He spread the moist sexy fold of her snatch and passed the feather over her clit, and she cried out.
“I can’t resist,” he murmured slipping his finger inside her. “I love to watch my how you squirm beneath my touch. How your body accepts it and clings to it before letting go. Your juice is already coating my fingers and dripping down. Your body is so responsive, and it drives me crazy.”
She moaned and lifted her hips to meet the insertion of his digit. Each time he sent it deeper inside her until she could feel her orgasm begin to build. Her head thrashed on the pillow, and when he whispered “Come for me, sweetheart,” she let herself go reaching for the pinnacle of her release….The sound of her alarm woke her from her dream. Promyse groaned and rolled over to press the button on the clock and lay back with her forearm over her eyes.
“Stupid alarm, you could’ve at least let me get to the good part,” she grumbled and swung her feet out of the bed.
Six a.m. in Wyoming and she could feel the cold of the floor against her feet before she burrowed them into her soft bedroom slippers. She went over to the thermostat and turned it up to high hoping to ward off the chill of the night before. Promyse walked down the hallway and through her living room heading to the adjoining kitchen. She stopped and looked at the big stone fireplace longingly wishing she could light a large fire and sit down with a hot cup of coffee and relax for a leisurely morning. But there was no time for that. She had to be at work in Carter County municipal building promptly at eight. And in Wyoming in November, she could wake up to ten feet of snow on the ground so she chose to head into town early.
She smiled to herself while she made a pot of coffee. She poured one hot cup for herself and put the rest in her thermos for her drive in. It took at least forty-five minutes for her to drive into town, and she had learned from her residence of Carter County early on—don’t be caught outside without a survival bag in your car and some hot coffee in your thermos. The weather got tricky, and you had to be able to survive until someone could come to your rescue. She felt like a survivalist woman. Promyse grinned. No one from her old hometown would believe she lived in a place where it got so cold. But that was her old life. She moved here for a reason, and she did not regret her decision in the least.
Her smile turned to a frown when her thoughts went back to her dream. Her hot, spicy, sexy dream. When will I be ever free of him? she thought sullenly, even though she knew it would never happen. Zane Wakefield had as much hold on her heart as the day she fell in love with him. But that didn’t mean happiness. Loving Zane meant secrets, lies, and half truths. He was in the military, but in what part she never had a clue. She only knew when he came home everything was intense, down to their lovemaking. She began to feel overwhelmed with his life while she faded away. Every time she tried to talk to him, it was the same promise, We’ll talk later, honey, and he was gone. Until one day those words were the last thing he got to say to her before she packed up and headed to a new uncharted life.
She put him out of her mind for the moment and got ready for work. Soon she was shoving her arms through her thick parka and heading out to her truck. Damn, its cold! The external thermostat read twenty-five degrees. She assumed it meant twenty-five below zero because her face felt frozen over in minutes. Instead of the compact car she owned in Fayetteville she drove a big Dodge Ram fifteen hundred. She threw her bag in the back seat and used the chrome foot rest to climb in the front. The hemi engine started up with a growl instead of a purr when she stuck in the keys. Promyse could see why men loved trucks so much. You felt powerful with it under your hands.
She sang along with the radio while she drove and pulled her truck into the usual spot in front of the municipal building. She grabbed her stuff out and looked at the time. She had half an hour to spare when she went through the security check at the front door and headed up to her office in vital statistics. She worked with marriage licenses, and she loved seeing the young couples coming in with love in their eyes and a fresh outlook on life. She wished she could be a fly on the wall to see them live their lives, to have families, and to grow as a couple together. It was something she always wanted, love and a white picket fence. Promyse sat at her small desk with her assortment of knick knacks and got ready to begin her day.
“Don’t forget, Ms. Promyse Fitzgerald, birthday cupcakes in the lunchroom at one.” The smiling cherub face of her friend Emily looked over her cubicle wall.
“I thought I told you guys I didn’t want anything for my birthday?” Promyse smiled.
“Don’t you go thinking you can get away with having a secret birthday around here.” Emily smiled. “You’ve been hear for a year now, and you see how we do it. Cupcakes at one and presents. Don’t you forget.”
Promyse grinned. “Yes, ma’am.”
“What plans do you have tonight?” Emily asked.
“Doug is picking me up and we’re going to head into Mosely’s for dinner and a movie,” Promyse said.
Doug Lowell was the local bookstore owner and he was safe. He stared at her with open admiration and often commented about how he never understood why someone as beautiful as her went out with him. It was because she knew she would never feel for him the way she felt for Zane, and he would never push.
“You’re going to end up filling out one of those marriage licenses for yourself one of these days if you keep up with him,” Emily teased.
That would never happen, Promyse knew that. Her life was good, simple, and uncomplicated. While she pretended there wasn’t a hallow place in her heart.

* * * *

The neon light of the motel blinked on and off casting a red glare into the dingy room in a repetitive way that drove Zane crazy. He paced back and forth in the small area feeling cooped up but having no place to go. This was some crazy shit going on, and he was smack dab in the middle of it. He was the one being blamed, and he didn’t know what to do. Being the second in command in one of the army’s most elite units was the highlight of his career. Who knew he would be essentially the one to bring the Army Beasts down, even though he was innocent of the crime they said he had done. Zane was about ready to go out the door and rip the neon vacancy sign from its post outside. A knock on the door had him striding across the room and dragging it open. He already knew who was on the other side.
“It took you long enough to get here,” he snapped.
“Well hello to you too,” Casey Johnson replied as he walked in. “You don’t screen who is at the door?”
Major Casey Johnson was the head of the Army Beasts unit. He ran a tight ship, and his wife Nia was their unit transcriber. Only a few people knew who they really were, and she was one of them.
Zane scoffed. “Please, your scent is easy to recognize, especially with Nia all over you. What’s going on out there?”
“It’s bad. They’re saying you mauled the specialist attached to be with us on this mission,” Casey explained.
“You know that’s not me, Casey,” Zane yelled. “Come on, after all these years don’t you think by now that I know, that we all know how to control the animal in us!”
Casey held up his hands. “Of course I know this wasn’t any of us. Nia picked up something on the digitals. The death was graphic, but it wasn’t any of us who killed him. There was some background noise she is trying to clean up.”
“Then what’s this about? Why am I in hiding and on the run?” Zane asked.
“Because someone is trying to take us down from the inside, and if you get caught and court marshaled, then whoever it is can put the whole unit on the chopping block,” Casey said. “Do you think they will let us go free? They’ll cage us like animals, and we won’t ever let them take us. So we’ll end up living on the run, and I’m not about to let that happen.”
“Then what are we going to do? I can’t sit in this place for however long until we get this resolved.” Zane sat on the saggy mattress. “I’ll go crazy, Casey.”
“You can’t go back to Fort Bragg with us or be anywhere in North Carolina,” Casey said. “What about that girl you were dating last year?”
“Promyse?” Zane gave a soft laugh. “She booked a while back. Can’t blame her. I put a lot on her and never gave her anything in return.”
“I know you kept tabs on her and where she went. You have too many connections not to know,” Casey replied. “Go to her for a few weeks until we get this settled. Maybe you’ll resolve some old issues.”
“You want me to run and hide like I’m guilty,” Zane answered.
“No, I want you to go off the grid until we can clear your damn name,” Casey snapped. “I trust you, Zane, but you have that stupid knack of acting first and thinking later. We can’t do that in this situation. Where is Promyse living now?”
“In some little podunk town in Wyoming called Carter County.” He laughed. “The girl moved from Philly to North Carolina and then moved all the way to Wyoming go get away from me. I don’t think she wants to see me showing up at her door.”
“As small as it is don’t your people hunt those lands when the pack moves?”
“Maybe. I don’t know anymore,” Zane said darkly. His pack was none too happy when he set off on his own. So he never kept track of them or their habits anymore.
“It’s as off the grid as you are going to get, so suck it up and head out.” Casey flipped open his phone. “I’ll get you transport to Colorado, and then the trail will end cold there.”
“It will be good to shift and run for a few hundred miles,” he said truthfully.
“Does she know what you are?”
Casey posed a question that Zane had thought about constantly over the last year. What if he had told her what he really was? Would that have made a difference or make her run all the faster? He never stopped thinking about her. Practically every day her face would pop into his mind. Promyse and her sexy wide smile that carried to her chocolate brown eyes and her long black tresses that she pampered. She had full lips and milk chocolate skin what called him to touch her whenever she was in the room. There were a lot of maybes, but he knew the reason why she left. A bunch of unanswered questions and a man who would never stayed still long enough give her a good reason to wait around..
“She doesn’t know who I really am,” Zane answered.
“Then I suggest when you knock on her door that is the first thing you tackle.” Casey began talking on the phone, and a few minutes later he hung up. “You’re leaving out of a private airstrip here in Albuquerque. You’ll head in to Colorado and from there make your way into Wyoming on your own. Are you good on the private account to get what you need there?”
“Yup, the plan B account is good and active, and I can get everything I want.” But not the one thing I truly need, he thought.
Casey nodded. “I’ll get you to the plane and head back to the scene.”
“You know they’ll blame you for helping me?”
“Then they’ll have to prove it, won’t they?” Casey grinned.
When they left the motel a drizzle of rain had begun. Both men were silent as they drove to the small airport. Casey drove right onto the tarmac where a plane was waiting with its engines already running.
“The pilot is Hank. He is a friend of mine,” Casey explained. “He’ll probably have to stop and refuel before he gets to Albuquerque, but you don’t have to get off.”
“Cool.” Zane held out his hand, and Casey clasped it firmly. “Thanks, Major.”
“Give me your ID and wallet. I’ll let you know what we come up with. Buy a throwaway phone and call Nia’s private line.” Casey gave him a look. “Run hard and fast, Zane, until we get you home.”
Zane handed over everything that proved he was who he was. Suddenly he felt bare and naked. He nodded and stepped out into the night. By the time he looked back at the car, Casey was going through the gate and heading away from the small airport. After he quickly greeted the pilot, they took off, and he was in the skies heading toward Wyoming and Promyse. He wondered how she would react to seeing him on her doorstep.
When she left she didn’t even give him a chance to say goodbye or to ask her to stay. He came home and could tell she was gone. He spent weeks trying to find her until she got a job in Carter County. He wanted to go after her and bring her back home and decided against it hoping she would come back on her own. But weeks turned to months, and then months into one year. He didn’t know how to even broach the chasm that had been formed between them. Today is her birthday. His heart gave a thump wondering who she spent it with? He wondered how he would react if he saw her with another man. I’d rip his head off. Zane felt anger rise inside and pushed it back down. It was one of the reasons he was being framed. He had a temper, and they were going to use it against him.
Through the long flight and refuel many thoughts ran through his mind. Who was trying to frame him? How he could help find the truth? Did Promyse still love him because he sure as hell never stopped loving her? Most of all he wondered if she would turn him away. He didn’t know if he would be able to take her turning her back on him again. She left when he needed her. By the time he got off the plane his body was filled with nervous energy, and the only way he could get rid of an excess of energy is to run.
The airstrip bordered a wooded area in Colorado. He bid the pilot goodbye and headed off deep into the trees. The sun was already coming up, and his natural instinct and direction took over. It would be over two day’s run to get into Wyoming even though he was so close by. He could probably make it in one if he only stopped for a small rest. He could be to where she lived by night fall. Zane knew her address, but he wouldn’t need it. He would know when he was close. He would smell her. Her scent was never far from his mind. Zane looked around knowing he was far enough into the trees not to be seen. He stripped quickly and hid the clothes in underbrush. He closed his eyes and let the feeling take over him, the excitement that crawled along his skin.
The animal inside him wanted to be free. His skin turned to fur, and his legs reformed to suit his lower powerful mass. Zane let out a powerful roar that echoed and made birds fly away in fear. He inhaled the scent of the forest, the moss, the damp wood, and he could even pick up a hint of smoke from a cabin chimney. He began to run. His heart raced, not from exertion but excitement. He picked up speed to match his new form. The pads of his paws met the cold ground, going over rocks and down valleys and across creeks. Soon he was moving so fast that even the small branches from the thickets that pulled at him did not slow his speed. It was exhilarating, and he never wanted to stop. He spent too long cooped up in human form sitting in his uniform on base in North Carolina. This was the longest he had run in months unless he was on a mission. He stopped to rest near a spring right over the Wyoming border. He was higher in elevation, and the air was brisk and cold. The water from the creek tasted fresh and clean, and he drank heartily before he found warm thick underbrush to rest and doze for a few hours. He lifted his head when he heard the snapping of a twig. A rabbit caught his sight and even though he could have caught it easily, he gave it a reprieve. He sent a low growl in its direction, and the animal ran away in fright.
By the time he woke up and began to move again it was early afternoon and he had made excellent time. He found her house through the forest by night fall and saw the smoke curling lazily from the chimney. There was a truck in the driveway along with a blue ford Explorer. He wondered who her visitors were. He sat to wait, and the hours passed until he saw the door open. Zane watched as a man stepped out onto her porch, and she followed him out laughing. Her dark hair was pulled high into a ponytail. And she wore white snow boots to match the form fitting sweater that hugged every curve. Zane emitted a growl from where he sat, and it was loud enough to make the man look around warily.
“You might have mountain lions close by, Promyse. Better be careful.” The man’s voice was weak in Zane’s opinion.
“I’m always careful, Doug. Thanks for caring,” she replied.
Zane blinked. He hadn’t heard her voice for a year. Doug. What kind of name is that anyway?
The man called Doug fixed his glasses and leaned in for a kiss, but instead Promyse hugged him and placed a small peck on his cheek. Zane wondered what they were doing in her home for hours and didn’t like where his mind went to find answers. He watched the SUV drive away with its snow chain cutting into the ground, and Promyse stepped inside and closed the door. Better to get this over with now. He padded out from his hiding place to the front door. He bumped it with his head in his version of a knock and waited for her to open the door.
The door swing open, and she began to speak. “Doug, did you forget your scarf again? I’m beginning to think you do it on….”
Zane watched her brows furrow because no one was there, and he swatted lightly at her leg with his paw. When she looked down her eyes widened, and she emitted a scream that could wake the dead. She tore away inside leaving the door open, and he casually padded in after her.
“Holy shit!” She threw a book in his direction and headed across the living room floor to another room He heard the door slam and walked patiently toward it in panther form before changing into his human skin.
He knocked on the door, and she screeched.
“Honey, open the door.”
“Who the hell is out there?’ she demanded to know. “There is some big damn panther out there, so I suggest you run. Wait why are you in my house? Jesus! A serial killer and a panther, just my luck right after Doug leaves! I’m calling the sheriff!”
“Promyse, it’s me, Zane,” he said calmly.
She cracked the door open, and her wide eyes wide went to slits when she saw his face. “What are you doing here? There a panther running around. It must have went out the door.” She looked at him standing nude, and her eyes became round saucers again. “Why the hell are you naked?”
“Happy birthday?” he said with a grin.
She opened the door and stalked out. “How did you find me, and again, why are you naked?”
He shifted back into panther form. It was his nature after all, and he watched her with patient yellow eyes. Her mouth opened and closed once then twice before she crumpled to the floor in a dead faint. That went well, he thought and shifted easily back to human form. He walked to the door and closed it before taking her prone form from the floor and laying her on the couch. He could have found her bedroom and lay her on the bed, but anytime he and Promyse got near each other and a bed was involved, all rational thought ceased. He would wait for the invitation back to her bed, and when that happened he was never leaving again.

Con Carolinas 2010

We got Raunchy, we got naughty, we got video! LOL Here I am on Panel at Con Carolinas 2010. Talking about what else but Sex and The Supernatural! Enjoy LOL its a ride :) I'llpost pics of the con later this week
Smooches
Dahlia

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2phe0znIiTM

Darling With A Gun "New Release!"

I wanted to temp and tease you with my new book.. Hot off the proverbial presses with Sugar and Spice Press (www.sugarnspicepress.com). Here is a taste :)

Blurb....

Jasmine Darling. Anyone who heard the name would think steamy nights with a sexy Southern Belle. But the husky drawl that Ben Winters heard came from a woman dressed in uniform. She carried a gun in the middle of a jungle and was sent to rescue him. She intrigued Ben from the very beginning and made him wonder what was hidden beneath the tough exterior she showed the world. To everyone else in her unit she was J.D. and one of the boys. She would be Jasmine to him when he took her to the heights of passion and desire smoldered in her eyes.Benjamin Winters. The name on her lips made her think of offices and three piece suits. Not the sexy man who now invaded her dreams. They were stuck together on a mission that could not fail. But when he looked at her she felt less like a special operations soldier and more like a woman. She kept her secret hidden like the camouflage she wore. Now Ben's kisses threatened the thick walls she had built to make it in a world of all men. Did she dare let him see the real woman beneath the facade? Could he handle every part of her life without breaking her heart?

Excerpt...

They went downstairs hand in hand and walked around exploring the villa for a little bit before heading to the kitchen to look for Ben. They found him, and he looked up from the slices of bread that were spread across the stone countertop. Jasmine smiled when he looked at the scrubbed Vanessa and winked. Jasmine saw his eyes widen when he saw her without the uniform.

Laugher rose up from his chest in a rich deep baritone that was quite enjoyable to listen to. But she knew it was his reaction to the pink T-shirt she wore.

Jasmine pointed a finger at him. “Don’t say a word. We’re matching twins this evening.”

Ben unsuccessfully tried to smother the wide grin that spread across his face. “I wouldn’t dream of it.” He directed his gaze to Vanessa and teased, “And who is this lovely lady with you? I don’t seem to remember her.”

Jasmine was glad to hear the little girl giggle and knew she was on the mend from her ordeal. She took Vanessa’s small hand so she could perform a twirl. “This is Miss Vanessa.”

With caution in his step, Ben approached the youngest of their group. Jasmine silently commended him for knowing that even though she smiled and played, any sudden moves or surprises could scare her—especially from a man as big as him.

He crouched down to the little girl’s level and said softly, “Nice to meet you, Vanessa. Are you hungry?”

The little girl nodded and gave him a hug which Ben returned willingly. He took her hand and helped her up on the stool in front of a plate with a sandwich and a big glass of juice. He turned to head back around the counter to his own food just as Jasmine was moving. Their bodies collided, and his arms went around her automatically. He didn’t have to pull me so close, Jasmine thought. He doesn’t have to stare at me with those emerald green eyes.

Desire smoldered in those eyes, and everything around her seemed to melt away. “Sorry,” she whispered and stepped away.

The urge to step back into his arms was a temptation she fought hard to resist. Instead she sat next to Vanessa, who looked up happily while munching away on her meal. Jasmine thought it best to give Ben a wide berth for the duration of their stay.

They ate, then talked with the now animated and delightful Vanessa, who convinced them to let her watch her favorite cartoons on the big screen television they found in the entertainment room. While she watched from the sofa, her eyes began to droop. When she leaned against Jasmine and asked her not to let anything bad happen while she was asleep before she popped a thumb into her mouth, Jasmine was lost. She glimpsed the life she could have, and for once, she broke her own rule; she let emotion into her job.

When Vanessa was completely lost to the dream world, Jasmine picked up the little girl, refusing Ben’s help to take her upstairs to the bedroom. She got her settled in the bed, made sure the windows were secure, and left the light on and the door cracked just in case nightmares woke her. Jasmine would be there in seconds to soothe her fears, but until then, while Vanessa slept, she would walk the perimeter and make sure everything was secure.

Ben walked into the kitchen while she was putting her gun into the waist of her jeans at the small of her back. “There is nothing sexier than a woman wearing a Hello Kitty shirt and carrying a gun.”

Jasmine threw a look over a shoulder. “You stay inside. I’m going to check the grounds.”

“Honey, look over there, and you’ll see a security system to rival the one at the White House,”

Ben pointed out. “An earthworm can’t even turn in the garden without us knowing.”

“Systems fail. I prefer to do my own recon,” Jasmine answered shortly.

“Back to being G.I. Jane,” Ben murmured.

“Excuse me, but this G.I. Jane saved your ass in the jungle a few hours ago,” Jasmine pointed out. “Typical, you hear my name, and you see me hangout with the kid, and you automatically think I am soft. Trust me, Ben Winters. I can take you on any day.”

“Yeah, you are a tough cookie, and I’m sure you could knock me on my ass, Jasmine,” Ben acknowledged. “But I can see there’s more to you. Something underneath that hard shell you show the world. Somehow I think you’re running away from being in the same room as I am.”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Really?” Ben moved toward her, and Jasmine stepped back until she was pressed against the kitchen counter. “Kiss me and prove me wrong.”

“I don’t have to prove anything.” Jasmine felt her heart begin to flutter in her chest.

Ben braced a hand on both sides of her body, blocking her getaway, pinning her with a jade green stare. “Prove it,” he repeated softly. “I dare you.”

Jasmine gave in to his soft dare. She took the gun from her waist and placed it on the counter before she took his face in her hands. The texture of his five o’ clock shadow tickled her palms. She took his lips in a kiss, devouring him, and slipping her tongue into his mouth. But it was her moan she heard mingled with his when he took control and kissed her back. For one moment she decided to give in and let herself feel something more than just living a job. It was like a match that burned to flame when struck, and Jasmine opened herself up to the passion he stoked inside her with just a kiss. She wanted to be taken, to be filled, and to fall apart in his arms as arousal broke free from a dam she kept reined in tight. Tonight she would relish in being wanton and sultry.

Ben gave a low groan, and his hand slid around her waist, pulling her to him and away from the counter. The kiss turned wild and hot, and yet he moved back slowly. Jasmine wondered vaguely where they were going but soon didn’t care. Ben took over the onslaught of her mouth, and Jasmine accepted his hunger and passion. He pulled away. His eyes were filled with raw hunger, and it made her tremble in excitement. His steps had led them back to the family room where the fireplace crackled and the plush white carpet was set off by the red leather furniture.

Ben stepped away and walked to the warmth of the fire. He turned and extended his hand out to her and said simply, “Be with me.”

Her steps didn’t falter when she went to him. The magnetic pull of attraction was not to be denied. Jasmine took his hand, and he pulled her to him. Without hesitation, his lips took hers and stoked the flame of passion once more.

Dahlia Rose Nation!!

Hi Hi Cheeky Dahlins

Whew! Its been a hectic first three month in 2010 and I have just got a breather to say hi and tell you whats going on.

I hope you saw all the new covers on the aside of the blog. That's been my main focus is writing because of all the deadlines I have to meet. I have made these books intense and really focused back on my contemporary works. Erotic with a hint of Caribbean Spice, well you got it!! And I want to take summer off for some relaxing with good books and my family.

Guess what? I am starting a new hobby. What pray tell you say?... Well I am starting a garden in our backyard. Our very large family has moved into a new home (I have my own office now..Picture below) and I am endeavoring to begin gardening to relax. So I am going to plant Tomatoes, strawberries,blueberries, cucumbers, red and green peppers, beans, and fresh herbs! It might seem crazy but I already dug out the garden plot and I have my list ready and heading to Home Depot. I'll be posting pictures of my progress so stay tuned.

Brenin is getting huge! He will be one in May and we are planning a huge bash with a bouncy house on the front lawn. Granted I think a few adults might be in said boucy house. But its all in fun. Friends and family will be coming to celebrate with us and below is a pic of our ten month old comedian. Every day he does something to make us smile. He is proegessing in leaps and bounds and I am so very proud of him. He along with our other four kids own my heart with a special piece for my DH Rob. Who is two classes away from graduating College!

Deanna my oldest will be eighteen in July. I am tears constantly lately looking at her and remembering my cute baby girl. Now she is a woman asking us to buy her a car (ssssshhh she is going to get it to..don't tell her..LOL). She graduates from High school in June and that's going to be another tear jerker. We are on the hunt for the perfect prom dress. I was almost in tears in the mall on Saturday looking at her pick dresses. No more ribbons in her hair and little patent leather shoes and bobby socks. Treasure your babies my dahlins, they grow up so fast.

Hmm what else. Oh yes.. I will be a part of Con Carolina again this year! I am looking forward to seeing everyone again and Yes yes yes! We are heading to Dragon Con this year once more..ATL Dahlia is coming to party once more!!

My life is full and blessed in so many way and I am very happy to get to share it all with you.

As for my writing I have a ton of books on the waiting list to be released. Thirst just came out on Saturday and it already making wonderful sales. Here is ia list of what to expect from me and I hope you enjjoy them all if/when you buy a copy.

Under The Big Top (www.amirapress.com)

Black Gold (www.sugarnspicepress.com)

Private Dancer (www.amiraPress.com)

Darling With A Gun (www.sugarnspicepress.com)

Hot Lips and Cherry Lillipops (www.sugarnspicepress.com)

They are a few more but I shall keep you updated on those.

Well my dearies, it time for me to go enjoy a piece of cheesecake and get back ot my manuscripts. Its raining outside and they say tornado warning on the Television. Be blessed in all things and thank you for being a part of my world!

You can friend me on facebook or join my fan page (www.facebook.com/Author.DahliaRose)

Or twitter me (www.twitter.com/DahliaRose1029)

Check out my new website under construction now (www.authordahliarose.com)

Hugs, Cheesecake and Smooches!
Dahlia Rose

My new Look for 2010 (Gone now! LOL)
My Office!!

Sugar Bear (i.e Brenin)

The Year 2010 and what is coming from Dahlia Rose!!

Happy New Year to all my fabulous Luvvies!!

My Year has been a full one in 2009. New baby, work, work and yes more work. My Three Holiday releases Merry Christmas Baby, All I want For Christmas Is you, Seducing Santa have done amazing sales and top sellers for the publishing houses of Amira Press (www.amirapress.com)and Sugar and Spice Press (www.sugarnspicepress.com)

So whats going on with me for 2010? Its crazy but My dahlins you will love it all!

Coming January 8th.... Angel Mine and it will be in e-book and print with Amira Press.

Coming in February... Hot Lips and Cherry Lollipops In E-book and Print with Sugar and Spice Press.

I am going to be in a super Anthology with three other authors for a Valentines release. My story will be called Ablaze. The co authors include Morgan Hawke, Dorian Wallace, and Eliza Gayle so you see I am in good company. :)

What else..Hmmm lets see?

Words of Love will be released in 2010 with Amira Press. Now I hope you will be excited because its the long awaited Part 2 to Paradise Found. The funny story with this is that. I lost this manuscript half way done! My computer crashed and I lost it all! But amazingly enough I found a copy 2 years later and I am now in the process of finishing it and if you think Paradise Found was exciting. Luvvies you have not seen anything yet. :D

There so much more to come.But I'll update you as I go along. My fingers can only type so fast..LOL

Baby Brenin is getting so big. This was his first Christmas and he had a blast! We went to New York for the holiday and spent it with my family. So if you like pictures check out my facebook page and look at our holiday album. www.facebook.com/Author.DahliaRose
But remember friend me first :)

I'll be having a new website built in the coming weeks and thats exciting. There is so much going on that I do need to let my readers know where to find out about new works and releases.

In June my daughter Deanna will be graduating highschool. She'll be 18 in July and man I do feel old. *ahem only 34 here* but nonetheless. I look at her lately and see her as the cute baby girl that she once was. She has grown up so quickly. Luckily I was there for all the great moments in her life as the years went by. *sigh* Mommas baby girl is going to soon leave for college.

There'll be Book signings, release parties, conventions and so much more for 2010 so let the fun begin!!

Well I'll leave this as To-Be- Continued....

I'll try and I promise to really try and keep my blog updated. Toodles for now luvvies
Dahlia Rose

Pictures from Con Carolina

This past weekend was the 2009 Con Carolinas and my very first public event since I had the baby. Of course it came around about 10 days after Brenin was born, but luckily I had everything prepared before that time. My partner and crime Dorian Wallace took point and helped me out tremendously. Especially since this was her first convention and I threw her into the deep end. She handled it all!

But as usual Con Carolinas was amazing and I was actually surprised how much I missed working and promoting my books. It was also the first time I promoted and debuted Sugar and Spice Press, my publishing company and some of my authors showed up and promoted thier hearts out for their books. I was very proud of them. Sugar and Spice is working hard to become one of the premier publishing companies. And I am of course back to working full time on my own wrting project and for Amira Press as author Liaison. I am loving it and missed it all very much :)

So enjoy a few photos and of course to see them all go to my facebook or myspace to check them all out. Leave a comment or two and of course you know I'll respond.

Hugs and Cheesecake
Dahlia

Brenins ready for his First Convention

He was the youngest Con Carolina participant ever!

Dahlia Ready for her fist day back :)

Dahlia and a storm trooper.

Every Year we take a picture together and his costumes always change

My newest release in print (The Song Of Calypso)

Plus our sponsor Hippe Chips from Rock 'N" Roll Gourment

Dahlia Rose and Sabrina Luna

My new kick ass Friend Emily!!

Dahlia and Dorian Representin' Sugar and Spice Press

Marcia Collette and Dahlia..I just had my baby and she is still waiting for hers.

Good luck Marcia and see you again soon!

Me h olding my newest released book!

More Brenin Pictures...5 days old and cutealicious :)

I'll let the pictures speak for themselves..But this is my cutealicious little man! I am a proud momma and Robert is one doting dad. Enjoy my new llittle guy!
Hugs, Love and Cheesecake!
Dahlia

Hi to all!

I promised you pictures of our new bundle of joy and here they are. Robert and I are thrilled to announce the birth of our son "Brenin Robert James Pearson". He was born on Tuesday May 19th 2009. His weight was 7 lbs 2 oz and 20 inches long.

Both of us are fine and throughout everything we came through amazing! Dad of course is one proud poppa and we are certainly glad to be home. Now these are just a few of the pictures. Dad went a little nut with the camera. LOL. As usual you can see the rest of them on my facebook or myspace.

From my family we thank for all the well wishes and the awesome emails everyone has been sending.

Hugs and cheesecake!
Dahlia

Baby in his car seat.

Dad holding baby.

Little man sleeping on Dad's lap

Brenin and Daddy

His eyes are open.

Oops tongue hanging out

Just after he born

First Reviews of Dahlia's New Paranormal IR "The Song of Calypso"

The first reviews are in and The Song of Calypso has made an impression on the reviewers!!
This new Paranormal takes you on a journey from page one and never lets you go!!

Paranormal Romance Reviewer Nancy says.....

"Calypso is not a Goddess to be taken lightly" I truly enjoyed the descriptions of Barbados -- they made an ugly March day into something a lot better! The interplay between Samuel and Eve was definitely worth the reading and overall, it was just dandy!

Read the full review here!!
http://www.paranormalromance.org/reviews/review.php?id=31186

Mochas Erotic Review gives The Song of Calypso "One Moist Kitty" and says...
"The Song of Calypso is a rainbow of folk lore, myth, and paranormal of the Caribbean. Dahlia Rose's blend of paranormal with a Caribbean flavor was very well done. This story takes you from Brooklyn to the exotic shores of Barbados on a tail spin ride."

Read full review here!!
http://www.mochaseroticreview.com/IR_Interracial_Erotic_Book_Ebook_New_reviews.htm

So come see why The Song of Calyspo is so Hott!!
You can find the e-book at www.sugarandspicepress,net
Or buy the paperback at amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/Song-Calypso-Dahlia-Rose/dp/1442119446/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=books&qid=1240855096&sr=1-1

You can also find her new erotic short at Sugar and Spice Press. "Slick" will leave you breathless and wanting more!


Don't forget to visit Dahlia on her website, myspace or even facebook. See what's she up to now or find some of her past releases. Send her a message she loves hearing from her readers :)

Dahlia's Baby Shower

Today was our baby shower for the little man coming in a few weeks. We had great family and friends come over to celebrate with us. And as I promised I come bearing Pictures!! LOL...

We have only a few up here, to see them all you know as long as you are my buddy list on either myspace or facebook you can see the entire albums.

My sister Janelle god bless her went a little crazy with the pictures while Robert went nuts with the video camera. The video is way to long to upload...:)

I hope you enjoy the pictures and I thank you for all the email well wishes that you have sent our way.

From myself, Rob and our families to you. We thank you all. Have a piece of cyber cake on us :)

Our cake

You see the cake spoiled my surpise so I'll have to tell you his full name... His name will be
"Brenin Robert James Pearson". We think he will grow into nicely :)

Dahlia and Dorian

Sabrina and her fantabulous hugs!

Some of our guests

Everyone enjoying themselves!

My sister and I (She co-ordinated the baby shower)

Myself and Momma Pearson

Amber and I

Dad and Mom (The big bump is Brenin..LOL)

Love you guys!!

Dahlia