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Home is Where the Heat Is

The Twisted Mosaic’s reader favorite, Claire, has some twisted fun of her own.

Dependable paralegal Claire O’Connor knows the man of her dreams is out there waiting for her, and she’s ready for him. Imagine her surprise—and delight—when she discovers not one but two men who lust for her. One adores her; the other challenges her. One makes sense; the other is a gamble.

Despite the family tragedy that shaped his past, JT Luck has only known professional success. His personal life, however, is a failure. He doesn’t want a relationship, and while his ‘let it ride’ attitude keeps most women at a distance, Claire is eager to roll with him.

But when she finds out Kurt Langston, the office’s resident computer geek, harbors a secret crush for her, she wonders if he’s the safer bet. Kurt doesn’t get close to people, and his feelings for Claire make no sense in his carefully ordered life. His unexpected bond with JT pushes him to take chances he never imagined.

Go all-in or go home? Either way, the heat could be more than they can handle.



Claire gasped as the door burst open. JT jumped up and moved in front of her.

A man stood and stared, one hand on the doorknob and the other at his belt buckle. “Oops, sorry.” He grinned at JT. “Nice job, man.”MEDIA KIT home heat new

“Get out.” JT forced the words between his teeth.

The guy backed up and closed the door.

Claire’s heart hammered in her chest. Caught! That man had seen JT licking her… he’d seen her spread legs and everything in between. “Oh God.” The room spun and JT caught her as she teetered off the counter.

“Are you okay?” He pulled her close.

“I don’t know.” A stranger had seen her in a most vulnerable position. She should be shocked and appalled, humiliated or embarrassed. But a hint of pride and secret excitement fluttered in her lower abs. She retrieved her discarded panties, and JT helped her tug them over her boots. She pulled her skirt down then turned and splashed cool water on her face while he adjusted his pants. “Holy shit.” I’m swearing?

“Yeah.” He ran a hand through his tousled hair. “I forgot to lock the door. I’m so sorry.”

She shrugged. “I forgot too.”

He raised an eyebrow as he studied her face in the mirror.

She glanced down at the counter, trying to hide her eyes from his penetrating gaze.

“You are a bad, bad girl.”



I got hooked on trashy romance novels in junior high, but my mom took them away from me, But she couldn’t stop me from daydreaming. After I got married, I wrote some of my naughtier daydreams down and sent them to Playgirl magazine. Two of them got published. I kept daydreaming and writing stories until my dirty stories turned into trashy books.

 I live in Colorado, but I’ll always be a loyal Wisconsin Cheesehead. When I’m not lusting after my next bad boy hero, I’m looking for inspiration in sci-fi and action movies, football players, morally ambiguous lawyers, muscle cars, and kick-butt chicks.

 You can find me on Facebook, and on Twitter I’m known as Trashy Writer. I call myself a trashy writer because I want my readers to know that I enjoy mindless escapism as much as they do. I’m not out to win a Pulitzer Prize. (But I’m an award-winning finalist in erotica, USA Book News 2012.) I just want to help someone relax and get away from it all for a little while. I write romance, erotica and trash for fun and pleasure.

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Under my own name, I self-published my novella Night Before Doomsday on Smashwords Friday night.  It is not an easy process but I’m glad I took the time to do it.  My son Simon designed the cover which is the fallen angel Azazel’s sigil.  A free sample of the story can be downloaded.  http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/89525.  The book is about the Grigori, the angels sent to Earth to teach Man.  Nine-tenths of them succumbed to lust and fell from grace.  Night Before Doomsday (my son also gave me the title) is told in first person from the leader Azazel’s point of view.  I’ love your comments on the effectiveness of the teaser!

Now, for our Sunday quote, from the Wilde:

A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

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Raziel and the Book of Magic

Raziel was known as a holy angel in the apocryphal lore. In the Book of Enoch I, he is mentioned as one of the fallen Grigori. He was the resident of the nether realms and commanded 365,000 surrogate spirits to do his bidding. He also revealed the secrets of astrology.
In the teachings of the Jewish mysticism, Raziel is the Keeper of Secrets and the Angel of Mysteries. His name means, “Secret of the Lord.” In some of the teachings he is known as the chief Ophan in the rank of angels called the Ophanim. The Ophanim first appeared in the Book of Enoch. These Biblical beings are like the Seraphim and the Cherubim. They never sleep and watch over and guard God’s throne. Raziel is often described as having blue wings and a glowing yellow aura around his head. His gray robe has a liquid-like appearance.

Raziel is also associated with the Sephira Chokmah in Briah. This is one of the four worlds of Kabbalistic theory. The book of Raziel contains all the secret knowledge and is considered the Book of Magic. It is said that Raziel stands close to God’s throne where he writes down all that is discussed. Raziel supposedly gave the Book of Magic to Adam and Eve after they were forbidden to return to the Garden of Eden. Raziel’s hope was that Adam and Eve would find their way home again. As it is written, the other angels didn’t approve of Raziel giving the book to Adam and Eve. They stole the book and threw it into the ocean, but God didn’t punish Raziel. He retrieved the book and gave it back to Adam and Eve.

According to some, the book was passed on until Enoch received the book. It is believed Enoch incorporated his own writings in the tome. After Enoch, Raphael gave it to Noah, who used the tome to build Noah’s Ark. The last recorded writing about the book, stated it was given to King Solomon.

Blurb: Lucca: Warriors for the Light (Fallen Angels, Book 2)

Lucca Marlowe is half human, half angel, one of the Nephilim. Banished for crimes against one of his fellow brethren, the elders bind his glamour and wings, casting him to the human’s realm. He’ll either learn to respect his human side of existence or live out eternity trying.

Lucca does not live a mundane life. Angels and demons demand he do their bidding. His estrange father resurfaces after centuries of being absent and he’s brought a friend from Hell.

To make his life more complicated, he fears he found his soul mate in a human female. Only Juliet Romeo has a secret that will bring the wrath of Heaven down upon their heads. It’s a race against time to find out who will end up with his soul.

Excerpt: A snippet from: Chapter One, October 1593, London

“They draw near.” He glanced at his son and she couldn’t mistake the love that shone from their depths. “If only I had more time,” he murmured.
Juliet didn’t know if the statement was meant for her or for Owen. He stood taller now, those all so silver-blue eyes dimmed before his eyelids slid over them, hiding their radiance in humble submission. Her brows furrowed at the gesture. This strong, tall warrior gave her reverence. “I give you my son of my blood and your beloved sister’s to keep safe.” He bowed, holding Owen in his outstretched hands like an offering.

She stared at him in disbelief, but her feet moved forward and her hands snatched the child from him, holding him close. “You have my word. I will raise Owen as if he were my own.”

His gaze found hers again and those eyes lit from behind, the color so bright she wanted to look away, but could not. “So be it,” he said the words like a prayer, binding her to her pledge. Then he released his invisible hold on her and she looked away, drawing in a breath. “Let the babe rest,” he said. “We have much to discuss.”

She had more than a few things to tell him herself. She placed Owen down, covering him with blankets so he would not catch a chill. She turned to speak to Rafe, to tell him she didn’t need his help, but the words lodged in her throat. A yellow aura surrounded Rafe’s head exaggerating his dark strands. In place of his fine threads, he wore a gray robe. The light from the fireplace danced upon the fabric, making the threads look as though they were made of water, shimmering and flowing like liquid, but the most troubling features were the blue feathered wings sprouting from his back in a majestic display of wonder.

She shook her head. “No. My eyes deceive me.” Only she knew this wasn’t true. In a blink of an eye, too fast for a human to move, he stood in front of her. Before she could run, his hands clasped either side of her head, his palms on her ears and his thumbs on her temple. It was not a fierce hold, but she couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. Light shone around him and his large beautiful wings, the color of frosted blue, shimmering like jewels in the sunlight, spread wide. “Do not be afraid,” he told her as he stared at her. He was reading her mind. She could feel him probing inside her head like tiny fingers moving aside her thoughts, shifting them to reveal all she was.

He told her not to be afraid. How could she not be when she stood before an angel who could read her thoughts? In a few moments he would know all her secrets.

“You’ve tasted the blood of the Nephilim,” he said. “This is good. This is very good.”

Her brows furrowed. She didn’t know what he meant. “I know no… Neff Linn.” Tasted blood? Her tongue felt thick and useless in her mouth. His eyes glowed more silver than blue as his hold on her strengthened. Then he pushed inside her mind again, but a different intrusion. Images, places and people, who wore strange clothing, flashed inside her head like a dream.

Only she did not sleep.

Rafe spoke, but his lips did not move. “I’m teaching you the ways of the world to come, for you may not stay in this time and place. I am Raziel, the angel of secrets and mysteries. I will access the time portal.”

Stop. She tried to tell him, but he wouldn’t listen. He filled her head with knowledge and confessed his sins to her.

“I fell in love with your sister even though it was forbidden. I will accept my fate and take the punishment, but I will not stand by and let my son suffer for my sins. You must raise Owen in another century.”

No. Her lips would not obey her to speak the word, but she shouted in her mind and knew Rafe… Raziel heard her.

“Do not fight me, Juliet. Think of the pledge you swore to Marie. Remember her. Do this not for me, but for her.”

Her eyes filled with tears, blurring her vision, but still it did not release her from Raziel’s grip. Marie was gone. Owen was all that was left of her dear sister. At all cost, she must keep Owen safe. She promised.

Her shoulders relaxed in acceptance, letting the magic wash over her.

Recommended Read at Talking Two Lips: “Karen Michelle Nutt has written an exemplary story with a wonderful world building and character motivation. Lucca: Warriors for the Light will break your heart, and then put it back together again. Although Lucca’s story can be read as a stand-alone, I highly recommend reading the story of Eli: Warriors for the Light first to fully grasp the change which occurs in Lucca from his condemnation to his redemption. I loved the way Ms. Nutt intertwined the real history of Kit Marlowe and Will Shakespeare into Lucca: Warriors for the Light.” Reviewer, Mac

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Some people think seduction is all about sex.

“Come and get it, Big Boy!  “Don’t you want to do me?”

I see seduction as the act of making someone want something, NOW! PLEASE!

The way some people eat is seduction. Watching someone slowly enjoy every taste of a dessert can make me want to snatch it and eat it!

I can live without popsicles. HOWEVER, imagine this scene.

Sue smiled at the cherry popsicle. Anticipation made her unwrap it carefully and break it exactly in the middle. She loved the cold on her hot tongue, in her moist mouth.  Keeping each half in tact was important to her enjoyment, especially if she shared with Joe. The second she ran her tongue over the length, swirled it to catch the sweet flavor, Joe’s eyes would widen. Oh, yeah, he’d watch her slide the red ice into her mouth, then withdraw it slowly through her lips, avoiding her sensitive teeth. Joe would watch her as he ate his half in bites. She moaned at the flavor and pleasure of each slide as the sweet melted in her mouth. He’d groan because he wanted to feel her mouth on him.

See how long it took me to say what you were thinking?

Be honest. Would you have been any more seduced it I had said “Joe wanted her to suck his cock? I am not as seduced by blatant words as I am by words that appeal to my senses, taste, scents, and touch.

Joe wanted her hot, moist mouth on him, her rough tongue tasting every inch of his dick, her mouth taking him inside …

Teasing is important in storytelling and writing about sex for me. I want my readers to beg me to let the characters have sex!

Tess watched Bill eat his French fries. The man ate as though every bite tasted of sin and he was a sinner. She hadn’t had potatoes in months and wouldn’t let herself slide from her diet. But oh how she wanted to snitch just one from his plate.

“Want some?” he asked.

She gnawed her bottom lip.

“I’ll share.” His wicked grin made her smile.

“Just a couple,” she said, reaching to slide 2 from his plate.

“Uh-uh. “ He took one long fry from his plate and dredged it slowly through the ketchup as her gaze followed his long fingers.

“You’re killing me.” She moaned. Her taste buds were begging!

He leaned across the table and she leaned toward him, opening her mouth. The morsel stopped just before it reached her and he put one end between his shapely lips.

She licked her lips.

He leaned closer with another and dared her to bite the other end and take what she wanted.

TV commercials seduce us with scenes and products we want once we see them.  Many of us can be seduced by anything chocolate.  Our taste buds make us want things.  We crave the soft sheets we see because our skin remembers the way they feel against our skin.

I can be seduced by a good book. I have begun many a book with the intention of reading a few pages before bed. The best books kept me up all night because the author knew how to drop me into the palm of her hand and keep me there, promising myself I’d stop at the end of the current chapter, chapter after chapter.

Movies and TV shows do the same thing. I’ve promised myself I’ll run to bed in ten minutes and not start the next show. Right. One glance up at the wrong time or hearing one intriguing line can smash my good intentions and glue me to my seat for the entire show.  We want to know what will happen next and we often want to be in that story, in that scene.

Since I met Bianca in 1991 and were both writing back then, you might guess that I have a few completed novels.  I recently published two.

FOREVER LOVE, A NOVELLA, is set in South Georgia.  I loved writing about a nurse plagued by superstition and her old family nanny who prefers tonics and spells from an ancient Indian spellcaster to modern medicine. (If I had said Native American it wouldn’t sound right for the characters.) Watching Sabrina try to avoid Dr. Joe since he has returned to the small town hospital and now wants a romantic relationship with her made me smile as they played the courtship game.

Sabrina’s fear of the Demon Cat overshadows everything but the old journals she discovered that draw her into the ill-fated romance between a half-breed Indian and the daughter of a plantation owner more than 200 years ago. Nothing can overshadow the handsome, sexy, bossy, and playful Doc.

(Steamy love scenes)Available at Smashwords.com, Amazon,com, and Barnes & Noble.com.



When music teacher Sarah Overby found ghosts in her attic she hesitated to tell her best friend, William McKeown. She didn’t think he’d understand. He has looked after her for as long
as she can remember. Telling him he lived a previous life as her husband would make him think she was crazy.

William has adored Sarah forever, he just doesn’t realize this isn’t the first time he has loved her.  His feelings for his best friend are changing, but he doesn’t believe in ghosts, reincarnation, or lasting romantic relationships. He is a psychologist and he believes in things he can prove.

Sarah’s guardian ghosts are facilitators who renew their relationships with their charge.

Available at  Smashwords.com now, soon at Amazon.com and Barnes & Noble.

If you leave a comment or ask a question you might win a download of one of these.  I’ll give away one of each.

Have a fun week!

PS.  I’ll give away a Hot Spanish Nights coffee mug—Bianca.

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