Teaser Tuesday with Leigh Ellwood!

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with Author Leigh Ellwood.
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actor Parker Stigwood stuns the world by doing the unthinkable on live
television, he’s convinced his career is over. Disgusted by Hollywood
hypocrisy, he pushes the pause button on his life and retreats to his parents’
home in Dareville to contemplate his future. Little does he realize, various
forces have plans for him on a personal and professional level.

Luke Hall is excited to direct
his first play for the local arts center, more so when the handsome movie star
volunteers to watch rehearsals and offer pointers. Luke would rather watch
Parker, but there are interruptions to his viewing pleasure. When a
well-meaning friend seeking benefits places doubts in Luke’s head about
Parker’s intentions, Luke wonders if their relationship will bomb at the box

On and off-stage, Luke and Parker’s passion sizzles. But will Parker dare
to act on his feelings for Luke and leave his star behind for good?

“I wanted to tell you how
much I enjoyed the rehearsal. You have a great ensemble there, and I liked how
the script and the action flowed.” Parker sipped his coffee. “If I had to offer
anything constructive, just based on what I saw, I think maybe your Titania
could slow things down a bit. There were parts where it sounded rushed, and she
slurred her words. Even if you’re going to use the original Shakespeare with
the contemporary sets, people still need to understand what everybody is
“I don’t disagree with you
there. Janie’s audition was practically flawless, too, but lately it appears
that she’s somewhere else during rehearsal. Mentally, that is,” Luke said.
“Gotcha. I thought my
presence might have distracted her, but you’re saying this isn’t an isolated
Luke shook his head. He
wished he could attribute the rehearsal gaffes to Parker’s presence—Lord knew
he had trouble concentrating on anything besides Parker’s smile and long legs
stretched out as he reclined—but he knew he needed to deal with Janie soon.
“Anything else you liked or
disliked?” he asked. “We have a full dress rehearsal in a few days, beginning
to end. If you’re not busy, you’re welcome to sit in.” His crew would think him
insane for making the suggestion, considering how he didn’t let even his mother
linger in the auditorium after delivering his lunch. Eventually the play would
open to a live audience, even if the prospect of someone witnessing the rough
product unnerved Luke.
If Parker proved the lone
exception, it was because Luke liked having the man near, and sitting close to
him like this was nearly ideal.
Parker nodded, as though
pondering the invitation. “I suppose I should get a rental car tomorrow if I’m
going to be out and about while I’m here,” he said. “My parents have given me
use of their cars, but I don’t like holding them up, even though they insist I
don’t go to any extravagant lengths to make things more convenient for them.”
Luke laughed. “They
actually said that? Man, if I were raking in millions, my mother would be
shopping for vacation homes in the Bahamas. For herself.”
“They let me go wild at
Christmas, but that’s about it. I wouldn’t say I’m raking in millions, not like
DiCaprio or Tom Cruise, but I do well.” Parker wrapped his hands around his mug
and studied the contents. “They spent their lives together not having much,
forever wondering about the next paycheck, so they feel it’s wiser to keep the
money in the bank. You know, after I signed my first film contract, instead of
popping open some champagne, I got a lecture about investing wisely.” Parker
raised his eyebrows, looking quite comical as he spoke. “Because the movie
could flop, and then where would I be?”
Luke laughed again, shaking
his head. He knew Parker’s filmography. The man had yet to star in a bomb.
“The more I think about it,
they had a point,” Parker continued. “I don’t have an agent right now, and I
don’t know if she’s taking calls or blowing people off. When people do realize
I have no representation, would they call me directly?”
“That sounds typical given
the circumstances, but are you really worried about not getting offers?”
“Maybe.” Parker smiled.
“I’m not hurting for money, but I like to work. I thought this signaled a
change in my career path, but I realize I’m not ready to retire. I suppose I
could try for more indie projects.”
“There’s always the stage,”
Luke said.
“Yes. I’m going to need new
representation anyway. I should shoot up to New York for a weekend and scout
some prospects.” After a brief silence, Parker held up his mug. “Refill?”
Luke curled a hand over the
rim of his mug. “I’m good, thanks. It has kick—either that or I’m failing at
holding my liquor tonight.”
“I know I am. Whoa.” Parker
stood and wobbled, but quickly corrected himself and moved to set his mug on a
shelf inside the garage. “I should throw in the towel as well.”
“Okay.” Luke carried his
mug over to Parker. “Well, thanks for having me over. Hopefully we’ll see you—”
The rest of his sentence
was muted, thanks to the kiss Parker planted on his lips. He held Luke’s face
close and stroked his cheeks with his thumbs. Luke shuffled into a more
comfortable posture and wrapped his arms around Parker’s waist. He tasted
whiskey and cream and moaned appreciatively when his host pulled him tight.
Their bodies joined, Luke
closed his eyes and focused on the hands that stroked his back and slid down
his spine to cup his ass. Hard muscle brushed against his groin, stirring his
cock in his jeans. Luke wondered when Parker decided that this was a good idea,
but knew better to question good fortune.
Gripping Parker at the
waist, he broke off the kiss and took in a deep breath. “Your parents,” he
“Go to bed early, and even
if they decided to stay up late they wouldn’t be coming out here,” Parker
finished for him. “Like you intimated earlier today, our mothers hatched a
plan, and my folks knew I asked you to stop by. There’s no way in hell they’re
going to butt in and break this up.”
Parker twined his fingers
with Luke’s and beckoned him to follow. They walked around the garage, along
the landscaped exterior of the house. “Let me show you something,” Parker said.
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Bio: Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and
erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has
since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award
winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works.  

Teaser Tuesday! Featuring Leigh Ellwood

Today’s Teaser Tuesday is with Leigh Ellwood!


Sheer Bliss – Leigh Ellwood

Shapeshifter Erotic Romance
DLP Books, $2.99
Living in Bliss, New Jersey has it perks, unless you’re a shifter looking for love or a human looking for peace and quiet. Not only does Calla Savitch, owner of Shear Bliss salon, have to deal with warring panthers and werewolves with overlapping appointments, she’s fed up with their constant matchmaking attempts. The last thing she wants especially is a hook-up with the one shifter who broke her heart years ago.
Handsome were-panther Caleb Houlihan still nurses the guilt of Calla’s heartbreak, but when presented with a second chance to woo her he is reluctant. Calla may forgive his youthful indiscretions, but when she discovers his aunt’s true motive for wanting them together, will she send him packing?
On this stretch of the Jersey Shore, it’s a different “situation”!

Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Following the release of her first novel, Truth or Dare, in 2004, Leigh has since written several novels, novella, and short stories. She is an EPIC Award winner and has been nominated for many reviewers awards for her works.

Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.

Excerpt (c) Leigh Ellwood
Still in cat form, Caleb took to the sand with graceful stealth, staying to the shadows behind the light posts lining the edge where the sands met the residential area. Closer to Calla’s beachside home, he caught a familiar scent in the air—shifter, yet unmistakably female—and followed it directly to the brick wall that separated Calla’s property from the public walkway to the sea.
Interesting, Caleb mused to himself, and wondered if Calla herself had the ability to give off such a scent considering her alleged genetic makeup. He hadn’t intended to come here—he’d originally started in this direction to track down Trisha and her friends at The Wall, a favorite night club situated on the shore. If necessary he could shift partially—covering all the essential parts—and order the girl home if she appeared to be having too good of a time to threaten her betrothal to Malcolm Weaver.
And if I keep telling myself that, I can justify spying on Calla Savitch as a happy accident, he thought as the entranceway to her backyard came into view. On light paws, Caleb bent low and crept closer to the wall, picking up bits of conversation drifting from her porch. He stilled and kept out of view, tuning out the roar of the ocean behind him.
“So, how goes the search?” asked a woman sounding way too sultry to be Calla.
A barking laugh broke the short moment of silence that followed. “It’s not so much a search as it is a complete lack of interest.”
“Cute, Calla.”
Breathless silence followed. Though curiosity burned through Caleb’s senses, he didn’t dare raise his head even a centimeter over the top of the wall. He inhaled the crisp, heady scent of she-wolf and knew immediately the other voice belonged to a Winston—most likely the uninhibited Maya. He knew the two women were close, but the direction of their conversation—coupled with the amorous heat given off by the shifter—implied to Caleb a more unconventional relationship than friends might have suspected.
He closed his eyes to better detect their movements. He heard hands smoothing over skin, quiet sighs of pleasures, and finally a juicy, smacking liplock. Sweet Calla, I hardly knew ye. With Maya, of course, he expected a fondness for both genders—the she-wolf was a self-proclaimed trisexual.
Try anything sexual.
Caleb grinned to himself, remembering her drunken proclamation at a past Indian Summer Ball. He then wondered if the breakdown of his fling with Calla all those years ago precipitated this broadening of his old flame’s sexual horizons.
Sighs turned to steady moaning now, and by damn if Caleb didn’t begin to harden in panther form. That’s it, he decided, and shifted to human form. Given the vibes thrumming from the back porch, Caleb doubted either woman would spot him peeking.
Still crouched low in the sand, he bent his fingers over the brick and lifted his head to skim the yard area. In the glow of porch light, Calla and Maya stood locked in a tight embrace. Calla, willowy and pale in her nightshirt, rested one hand on Maya’s bare bottom, kneading the ample flesh while her other hand cupped a breast. Maya’s hand had to work as well, though with their position Caleb couldn’t readily see where the she-wolf touched her…friend. Wherever Maya devoted that attention, though, Calla appeared to enjoy it. Caleb’s keen eyesight picked up on the rapid flittering of the woman’s eyelids, her face twisting with ecstasy as she moved with Maya to deepen and prolong their kiss.
It seemed to go on forever, and Maya finally broke free and moved to Calla’s side, pressing her breasts against the other woman’s shoulder. Here Caleb made out Calla’s inviting shape underneath the skimpy shift—rock hard nipples denting the fabric, which dipped at the delta between her quivering thighs. Unconsciously he grasped the base of his cock, and his fingers curled around his sac, tugging and massaging to full arousal.
Maya lifted the hem of Calla’s short gown high enough to reach the waistband of her floral-patterned panties. She slipped her hand underneath the slim triangle—Caleb watched fingers flex and bend as Maya presumably worked Calla’s pussy and clit to a near-liquid state.
“Let’s go inside,” he heard the she-wolf buzz in Calla’s ear. “We can do so much more, comfortably.”
No sooner were the words said, though, when Calla’s heavy-lidded expression slowly sobered. She seemed to awake from a dream and turned to Maya as though seeing her for the first time. Her hand fell limp from Maya’s backside and she gently extracted the she-wolf from her private parts.
“You are definitely tempting me tonight,” Calla said, appearing to ignore Maya’s look of confused disappointment, “but I’m sorry. I’m just not feeling it right it.”
“I didn’t get that impression a second ago,” Maya said accusingly.
Calla, however, just smiled and offered a chaste kiss to Maya’s nose. “Come by the salon for a freebie. I’ll make it up to you.” Without another word, she backed into her house and slid the glass patio door shut.
“Calla?” Maya called after her, but her plea met with the quiet swish of a curtain blocking her—and Caleb’s—view of Calla’s kitchen. The she-wolf growled and turned sharply away, storming down the path toward the ocean. “I doubt it’s the kind of ‘freebie’ I’d want,” she grumbled.
Still in human form, Caleb pressed his back to the wall and hoped the aborted seduction preoccupied Maya enough not to detect his scent. At it was, he expected her to shift back to wolf form once she hit the beach, and dash into the dark.
Instead, Maya fulfilled half his prediction. Not seconds after shifting, those white socks trotted over the sand to where he hid. Caleb glared uneasily into bright blue eyes and the best approximation of a canine grin.
Hello, Caleb.

Blog Tour Day Four! Interview with Leigh Ellwood.

1. With the recent surge of ebook publishers, especially Erotic fiction, how do your novels stand out from the others, what is your niche?
I like to think because I have taken some time building out a series, almost like a brand, I achieve some visibility in the genre. In my Dareville series, in particular, I don’t always focus on the same characters with each book – or genres, for that matter. The four major novels are contemporary with hetero couples, but there are shorts within the series that are M/M and F/F, and two shorts even have paranormal elements to them.
One other thing that makes the stories unique, and I do get chided on this, is that the stories aren’t written in order. Ideas for some stories in the series just seem to come to me and I have to get them down in book form. If one tale falls out of sequence I do my best to alert readers as to whether or not they need to read anything else for continuity. Hopefully, though, I can get back into order soon.
2. What is your motivation and inspiration to keep writing series novels?
For one, I still love the characters. I still desire to ask “what if” and engage them in new conflicts and adventures. I like the idea, too, of introducing new people to the mix and seeing what develops. As a mystery reader, I enjoy series books but tend to burn out after a few titles, and I believe it’s because I don’t see much change in the characters I keep reading. I suppose I write the way I do while holding the mindset of a reader who wants variety.
3. Tell us more about your platform, and how you use it to stay connected to readers, other writers, and the publishing industry.
I work in social media, so I definitely know it’s important to be active on Facebook and Twitter, as well as sites like Goodreads. Mainly, readers will find me on Twitter more often (@LeighEllwood) and are welcome to keep track. I also try to blog regularly, lately about topics aside from writing. Just as I don’t normally follow blogs that are endless promotional posts, I do my best to keep the conversation moving. Leigh Ellwood is an award-winning author of erotica and erotic romance fiction. Her first novel Truth or Dare was published by Phaze in 2004, and has since been made available in paperback at Borders bookstores around the US.
In addition to her many romance novels and stories, Leigh also writes the comic strip Ged’s Gals, an internet exclusive feature, and writes non-erotic mysteries as L.K. Ellwood. Her work has also appeared on the Playgirl.com website.
Leigh welcomes reader mail at kspatwriter (at) yahoo (dot) com.
Leigh’s next romance, BOONE, will be out in January from DLP Books.
Boone spent his life in the service of others, pining for the chance to be his own man, and to love the young woman who easily held his heart. Just as it appears his dreams would come true, one moment in time shatters his resolve, perhaps his desire to continue living.
Growing up, Iona only thought of Boone as a servant, somebody to push around and blame when things went wrong. Now, as she ponders succeeding her father as leader of their community, she sees the value in Boone. A marriage of convenience to Cozelle’s best loved citizen may boost admiration for her come election time, but is Iona willing to sacrifice her heart for glory. Furthermore, what would Boone say to learn that Iona was falling for him? You can find Leigh on the internet: http://www.facebook.com/leighellwoodauthor http://twitter.com/LeighEllwood http://www.leighellwood.com http://leighwantsfood.blogspot.com