New year goals...

I have them. I just hope that I can keep them...:)

Do you ever do that? Make goals only to drop them by the middle of January? I'm determined to not do that this year. I'm determined to get back into writing.

2019 has been such a sucky year in a lot of ways, especially in the writing arena. Too much drama. Too many issues with publishers closing down. Writing has lost its magic and become too much work. I now have to find my own cover artist, find an editor, format. I have no idea how to format. None. I suck at it.

So...I haven't written in a while.

The stories are there, I've just lost the desire to write them down. I probably shouldn't say that. I haven't really lost the desire to write them down. I want to write them down, I just hate the thought of the work that comes after that. I want to go back to the days where all I do is write and let someone else handle the actual work part...:)

But this year I'm determined to change that. I want to continue to write and I will. I'll get those stories down and hopefully, get them published.

That's my goal for 2020. To start writing again.

{{hugs}}
Trista

Master Delacroix

Is now in paperback!! woohoo!!

To purchase click here

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Trista

New release....sort of.

It's taken me over a year to get all my EC and Loose Id books re-released. Now i'm working on my Liquid Silver books. The first to be re-released is a book titled, It's Only Physical.

Here's the new cover. Isn't it hot?? :)

It's Only Physical will release at the end of January.

One month after that, A Shot in the Dark will release at the end of February.

A Shot in the Dark is the next book in the Mercenary series. It's also a crossover and will included a very sexy character from the Crime and Punishment series, Master Delacroix...:)

I still have ten more books from Liquid Silver to release, but I'll scatter them in with new releases that I plan on putting out this year, which will include Mike and Carol's story from the Mercenary series, a new menage from the Entwined Fates series, and an interesting mixture of horror and erotic that I've been working on called Dark Desires.

I'm hoping to make 2019 a much more productive year. Keep your fingers crossed I can keep up..:)

{{hugs}}
Trista

Cowboys...

Do you love cowboys? How about menages? Well, I have both covered in The Cowboys and Witch, which is now live at Amazon both for sale and in Kindle Unlimited!

https://www.amazon.com/Cowboys-Witch-Trista-Ann-Michaels-ebook/dp/B0752W9N41/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1503569182&sr=8-2&keywords=the+cowboys+and+the+with+by+trista+ann+michaels

Now available..:)

Captive and Destined For Two have been re-released and are now available on Kindle and Kindle Unlimited.

Now Available...

A Ghost of a Chance...:)

check it out on Amazon and Kindle unlimited for a limited time..:)

Coming soon...

Coming in May!!

New release!!

Just two weeks until the release of Two For Tessa!! I'm so excited. This story is a stand alone story, but will loosely tie into the Mercenary series. It will be book three if you want to read them in order..:)

Book one - Social Prey
Book two - Dirty, Sexy Dom

Book three -

Re-releases!!

I've got a ton of them..lol

Starting March I'll begin re-releasing my Ellora's Cave titles starting with the Fantasy series.

Fantasy Bar
Fantasy Resort
Fantasy Seduction

Seduction is already out, but Bar and Resort will both release in March. After that will come Two For Tessa, which is the new romantic suspense, either at the end of March or first week of April.

Over the next two years I'll be releasing at least one book a month. Some new, some previously published. So it's going to be a busy time at my house. I just hope I can keep up with the schedule I've set up...lol

<hugs>
Trista

Coming soon!!!

Coming soon!! Two For Tessa. My newest romantic suspense menage!

This story is stand alone but will loosely tie into the Social Prey series. If you like suspense, drug cartels, two hot brothers and hot kinky sex then this one is a must read!

Great News!

Great news!! Double Dom is now available on Amazon!

If you enjoy stories about best friends who become lovers, check out Double Dom..:)

Excerpt for Theirs To Share

“You will be happy to know,” Parker said as he walked back into the kitchen and set his phone on the island, “Steve is safe and sound with his agents. He also sent a message for you.”
Cheyenne stopped chopping the carrots and looked up at him. Her heart raced. “What did he say?”
Parker smiled. “That he doesn’t hate you. He loves you.”
Cheyenne smiled in relief. “Really?” She set the knife aside and ran around the counter. With an excited squeal, she wrapped her arms around Parker’s neck and hugged him.
Parker’s chest vibrated with his chuckle as he slid his arms around her waist and hugged her close.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“You’re welcome,” he replied.
It was then, when his voice resonated through his big chest to vibrate against her nipples, that she realized what she’d done and how close they were. Every inch of her body, from her shoulders down to her knees, rested against his muscular body. His heat seeped into her flesh, wrapping around her like a blanket of sexual warmth.
She had a sudden urge to sink into him, to feel his lips and hot breath against her neck. She gasped and quickly pushed away from him. What was she doing? “Sorry,” she mumbled and moved back to the carrots.
“I’m not,” he drawled.
When she looked up at him, he winked, and his lips spread into the most outlandish, wolfish grin she’d ever seen on a man. She snickered, then quickly covered her mouth with her hand before laughter bubbled out.
“That’s better,” he said before moving to the fridge. 
“Where’s Grayson?” she asked, still smiling.
“He’s in the basement putting the weights to good use.”

Her mind shifted to a sweaty Grayson lifting weights. Her hand froze in midair as she thought about all those chest muscles flexing. Did he work out without a shirt? If she stuck her head in the basement, would she get a nice show?
“Do you need me to cut those?” Parker asked.
Cheyenne jumped slightly. “What?” she asked guiltily before glancing down at the knife in her hand. “No. Sorry. My mind just wandered.”
“So,” Parker said playfully. “Not only do you talk to yourself, but you get lost in your own little world at the drop of a hat. Should Grayson and I worry about our safety? Will you go all crazy lady on us?”
Cheyenne curled her lip and pointed the tip of the knife at his nose. “I might.”
Parker took the knife from her hands and nudged her aside with his shoulder. “Do me a favor, Doc. Go downstairs and tell Grayson to get cleaned up for dinner. He can sometimes lose track of time when he’s working out, especially if he’s got a lot on his mind.”
“Okay,” she said, then cringed at how excited she sounded.
She was sure he didn’t work out in the nude, so what did she think she was going to see? The second she landed on the bottom step leading into the basement, she knew, and every part of her tingled with a wild rush of need.
A few feet away, Grayson pounded out his frustration on a standing punching bag. Every thump of his fist hitting the leather sent a thrill down her spine to land somewhere in her nether regions.
Holy crap.
His chest glistened with a thin sheen of sweat. Muscles rippled and bunched with every swing of his arm or punch of his fist. Blue eyes glistened with determination. His jaw was clenched tight. Even the deep ridges of his stomach rippled as he moved.
She normally didn't see men like this. At least outside a magazine. The men she usually saw were older, sicker, and heavier. They came to her on their last legs. She had

a treadmill at home that she ran on, because trips to the gym were few and far between. But even when she went, she never saw hard bodies like his.
Stop staring, Cheyenne. Say something.
“Parker said to get...” He stopped punching the bag and turned his head toward her. She swallowed the sigh that lingered on the tip of her tongue. Get a grip. Get a grip. Masturbate later. “To get cleaned up for dinner,” she finished.
“How long do I have?” he asked.
She tried to think past the fog of lust filling her head. “About forty-five minutes, maybe.”
He nodded and motioned for her to join him. She raised an eyebrow. If she got any closer, she wasn’t sure she wouldn’t reach out and touch him. For crying out loud. She’d been with them for a grand total of three days, counting the trail, and all she could think about was sex. She was bored out of her mind, and if she didn’t stop this fantasizing, she was going to get into trouble.
“Do you know how to fight?” he asked.
“I...don’t know that I’ve ever been in one.”
He made a noise deep in his throat that sounded similar to a snort; then his full lips spread into a smile that made her weak in the knees.
Good grief.
“Then obviously you haven’t. Come here,” he said. “I think we should add hand- to-hand as part of your training.”
“Hand-to-hand?” she asked, but her mind went immediately to body-to-body. Hard body to soft body...to hard body. Sandwiched between the two of them. What an incredibly delicious idea. She shook her head, dislodging the naughty thoughts.
“Why not?” he asked.
“No, I didn’t...” She sighed before continuing. “Why the hell not?” 

Willpower

My husband and I both bought a fitbit surge a little while ago in the hopes that we could keep better track of how we eat and what we burn on a regular basis. He was diagnosed with Diabetes a few years ago, and I've been struggling with my weight ever since I had my third child.

It's been a constant up and down. More up than down, unfortunately. My best weight so far was when I joined the gym and hired a trainer. I worked with her for several months and went from a size 16 to a size 12. I looked so much better and felt fabulous, until...I started having trouble with my knee. At first they thought I'd torn the meniscus, but an MRI revealed I had degenerating cartilage...Arthritis.

Hearing that news sucked. I'm only in my 40's!!

Oh, well. such is life, I suppose. I stopped working out for a while and went back to a 14. Now, I'm back in it again, but not working quite as hard, and definitely not running. Running just makes my knee pound.

Even though I worked out really hard with my trainer, I never lost as much weight as I should've during that time. Mostly because I never got my diet right. Still don't really have it right, but I  am doing much better. Especially with the fitbit. I pay close attention to my calories more so than the workout and it seems to be working. At least so far.

Willpower is my biggest thing. I allow myself one cheat day. But it seems like all week prior to the cheat day all I can think about is what I plan to cheat with. Will it be chips...or ice-cream? I've never been a big sweats person, but when I'm trying to eat right, which for me is low carb, I start craving sweats. It's the most annoying thing..:/

Ugh!! I want a cookie!! lol

So that's what is up with me. Struggling to get my writing done. Struggling to not eat a cookie..<sigh>

Hopefully, the cravings will pass soon. But I have even more hope that I get this stupid Menage story done before I throw it out the freakin window!!

{{hugs}}

Trista

Excerpt...Darkness Falls

“Are all the cameras on the third floor in place?” Alana asked.

“Oh, yeah. And check out this view.”

Alana leaned forward, staring at the massive computer screen over Tray’s shoulder. He was her best tech and always got her the best angles.

“Looks perfect,” she mumbled as she studied the third-floor landing through the eyes of her infrared camera with a cynical gaze.

Alana James, paranormal-romance author and ghost-hunter extraordinaire, was nothing if not skeptical. She’d become fascinated with ghosts while investigating her first paranormal romance. So fascinated, in fact, ghost hunting had become her second job after writing. Upon the success of her books, she’d approached one of the cable networks and now had one of the highest-rated ghost-hunting shows on television.

But Alana wasn’t easily convinced. She debunked a lot of stuff just by looking at it logically, which more often than not pissed off their flashy tech guy, Tray. Now there was a man who saw ghosts everywhere he looked.

Tray glanced at her sideways and frowned. His impatience to begin this latest investigation was evident in the anxious drumming of his fingers on the makeshift desk that took up the back of the small box truck that held all their equipment.

“Is our contact here yet?” he asked.

Sighing, Alana straightened and tapped the edge of her walkie-talkie against her upper arm with growing impatience. “Nope.”

“Well…damn,” he snipped.

Alana’s lips twisted with impatience. She knew how he felt. She was just as ready to get this started as the others were. They’d spent weeks investigating this house and just as many weeks playing phone and e-mail tag with their contact for this project, Councilman Aiden Barns.

Truthfully, she wasn’t sure if her excitement was over the house or finally seeing Aiden in person. She knew what he looked like. She’d Googled him almost as soon as he’d contacted her about investigating the house. For one, she liked to know who she would be working for, especially long-term, which this project could prove to be. But also his voice had sent a ripple of pleasure through her she hadn’t felt in…well, ever.

Tray snapped his fingers in front of her face, getting her attention. “You’re thinking about that politician again. I can see it on your face.”

Alana snorted. “He’s not a politician. He’s a councilman.”

Tray’s lips twisted. “Same thing. When did he say he’d be here? It will be dark soon, and I want as much time in that house as possible.”

“It will take us at least a week, possibly two to go through this house, Tray. It’s what? Thirty-five, forty thousand square feet? You can wait until he gets here.”

She jumped from the back of the truck and glanced again toward the end of the long, tree-lined drive. What was taking him so long? He’d texted her earlier saying he had a last-minute meeting, but he’d promised he’d be no later than six. It was now six thirty.

“I hate waiting on people,” she grumbled under her breath. She spun around and smiled at Tray. To hell with waiting. “You know what? He’s running late, so go ahead and send Lisa with one of the cameramen up to the second floor.”

Tray grinned. “I already did.”

“When?” she asked.

“About ten minutes ago.”

She leaned forward and hissed. “You’re supposed to wait for me, you ass.” Then she grinned wickedly. “But off the record, good job.”

They both high-fived with a laugh as Alana lifted the walkie and hit the Talk button. “Lisa, where are you?”

“I’m on the second floor, heading toward the tower,” her friend’s voice came back.

“Anything going on so far?”

“God, yeah. Tell Tray he’s gonna love this place.”

Alana smiled. Lisa was one of the senior members of her investigating team. Lisa and Tray had been with her since the beginning, before Alana had her ghost-hunting show, even before she had her first paranormal romance published. Lisa and Tray went with her everywhere.

In the distance, she noticed a set of headlights and sighed in relief. Finally.

“Be careful up there. Looks like our contact has finally arrived.”

“Careful’s no fun,” Lisa replied, and Alan could just see her sticking out her lower lip in a playful pout.

Lisa made her way down the dark hallway with a broad smile, the show’s cameraman, Keith, just a few steps behind her. This house was amazing. It was huge, dark, spooky, and -- if all the crap she’d seen in the last ten minutes was any indication -- haunted to boot.

Unfortunately, it would take a little more than shadows and a few EVPs -- or electronic voice phenomenon -- to convince her friend and business partner, Alana.

Lisa heard the slamming of a car door and quickly made her way to one of the windows overlooking the front drive. A tall, gorgeous man climbed from the truck, and Lisa grinned, knowing Alana would be creaming her jeans standing that close to the hunk.

“That the guy you were telling me about?” Keith asked as he looked over her shoulder to see out the window.

“Maybe. If he is, Alana is probably having a cow right about now.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because he’s gorgeous.”

The cameraman shrugged. “If you say so. You said the other day Alana needed to get laid. Maybe now’s her chance.”

“She does need to get laid, but not by the guy who hired us. Are you crazy? Even I know not to do that. If we were out of here in a couple of days, I would say go for it, but he wants us to stay through Halloween and host the spook fest. That would be plenty of time for Alana to fall head over heels and get her heart broken. Not a good combination when the man is writing the checks.”

Lisa looked over her shoulder toward Keith and narrowed her eyes. “If you repeat that, I’ll cut off your penis, and you can forget about reattaching it because there won’t be enough pieces left that are big enough.”

Keith laughed. “You’re brutal, do you know that?”

“How do you think I got as far as I did in life?” she countered, smiling. “Now let’s hit that room Tray was telling us about.”

“I’m right behind you,” he said as she headed back down the hall.

Lisa opened the door to the large bedroom at the far end of the hall by the tower. It was dark inside, darker than she expected, so she pushed the button at the bottom of her flashlight to turn it on. For a fleeting moment, light penetrated the corners before it faded, leaving her in darkness once again.

“Damn,” she said, shaking the flashlight. “I had a battery drain. How’s yours?”

“Mine are okay. No, wait… Damn. I just lost battery power too.”

She glanced at the small camera she had in her hand. “This one is okay, so far.”

Just as she was about to turn, the door slammed shut between her and Keith. She gasped and dropped the camera onto the floor. “What the hell?”

The hairs on the back of her neck stood straight up, and cold air encompassed her entire body. She shivered and crossed her arms over her chest. The sensation of being watched made goose bumps rise along her flesh. “Who’s there?”

“Lisa?” Keith called from the other side of the door.

Through the darkness her gaze caught a brief glimpse of a horribly deformed face, its skin ghostly white, its eyes a ghoulish shade of red. She’d never seen anything like it and screamed just as sharp claws caught the side of her face, knocking her off her feet.

Alana slowly walked away from the truck holding their equipment, moving to greet the oversize pickup as it sped down the drive and came to a gravel-grinding halt next to her SUV.

She held her breath as a man opened the door and climbed from behind the steering wheel, a warm smile of welcome across his handsome face. Black hair teased the edge of his shirt collar, the thick strands outlining a rugged, tan face. His lips were full and kissable, and his eyes were the most startling shade of blue-gray.

Her gaze dropped to his chest, and she swallowed at the width. The expanse had been hidden under his jacket in the picture, but without it, the fact he worked out was glaringly obvious.

God, he is so out of my league.

Alana had been out with her share of men. She enjoyed being around them, sometimes more so than women. Unfortunately, she wasn’t the beauty-queen type, so guys tended to pass her by, seeing her as more of a friend or “one of the guys” than a girlfriend. Guys like Aiden wanted eye candy, not tomboy.

“I see you made it. I’m so sorry I’m late,” he added as he extended his hand to her in greeting.

Alana took it, almost gasping out loud at the tingling warmth that traveled up her arm. She quickly jerked her hand free and tried to cover up her surprise by talking. “It’s not a problem. All the cameras are in place, and I just sent one of our investigators to the second floor to begin.”

“Excellent,” he said with a smile as he rubbed his hands together. “Mind if I watch? I would love to know how one of these shows is done.”

With a shrug, Alana turned, expecting him to follow. “Sure. Just don’t get in the cameramen’s way. They tend to get a little bitchy when too many people get underfoot.”

He chuckled softly, and the deep sound made her stomach tighten. Why did he have to be so hot?

“I can certainly understand that,” he replied.

“I think we all could,” Alana said, smiling at him over her shoulder.

Their eyes met, and she’d swear she felt a jolt clear to her toes. Turning back to the front, she led Aiden to the truck. Tray spun around in his chair to greet them.

“Aiden, this is my tech guy, Tray Sharp. Tray, this is Councilman Aiden Barns.”

Aiden extended his hand to Tray, but all Alana could see was the way the moonlight reflected in his black hair. “Just Aiden, please.”

Tray grinned and took his hand. “Just Tray.”

Aiden chuckled. “Nice to meet you, Tray.”

Her tech guy shot her a sideways knowing grin. Her eyes narrowed in warning. She knew Tray, and Tray knew her, which meant he knew she was attracted to Aiden. Hell, who wouldn’t be?

“Not so bad for a politician,” Tray said, and Alana rolled her eyes.

“You’ll have to excuse him. He spends too much time working with computers and not enough time with humans, so he lacks manners.”

Aiden’s lips twitched in amusement. “There’re days I would give my eyeteeth to trade places with him, I think.” He looked at her with those heavenly eyes, and her knees weakened. “Have you given any thought to what we talked about?”

She swallowed, trying her best to remember. “The haunted house deal?”

Aiden wanted to do a month-long Halloweenfest in his town, with this haunted monstrosity at the center and her and her team as the hosts. It was an intriguing idea, one that had never been done, but she still hadn’t made up her mind. As she continued to stare at him, she couldn’t for the life of her come up with a reason why she shouldn’t do it.

“I’ll decide after we investigate the house,” she replied, a little more breathlessly than she’d intended.

His gaze bored into her, and her heart skipped a beat at the heat she couldn’t help but see directed at her. He blinked, and it was instantly gone.

“Fair enough,” he replied.

“Don’t worry,” Tray offered from inside the truck. “The team loves the idea. We’ll wear her down.”

“Tray --”

“Oh, shut up,” he interrupted, making Aiden chuckle.

“Our town could really use something like this to boost the local economy. Most everyone is for it.”

“And who’s not?” she asked in curiosity.

“The usual uptight characters.”

She grinned. “Why, Councilman, surely you’re not talking disparagingly about your constituents.”

Aiden snorted. “Don’t get me started.”

Alana couldn’t help but laugh at the thoroughly disgusted look on his face. From the sound of things, he’d apparently had more than his fair share of run-ins with those uptight characters.

Another member of her team, Jordan Sanders, stuck his head around the back of the truck, practically jumping in place to get inside. “Can we go in now?” he asked.

Alana nodded, and he waved toward his partner and the cameraman assigned to follow him. “We can go.”

“Take the third floor,” Alana called out as they headed toward the massive wraparound front porch.

“Who’s taking the first?” Jordan asked.

“Tray and I will shortly.”

“Can I tag along?” Aiden asked.

Alana looked at him in surprise. She wasn’t sure she could have him close to her and still concentrate on what she needed to do.

“Well --”

Suddenly a scream came from the house that made the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end. She jerked around, glancing toward the second-floor window where the scream seemed to have come from.

“Was that Lisa?” Alana waved her hand at Tray, who had stood and walked to the end of the truck bed. “See what you can find on the cameras.”

“I don’t have anything pointed in that direction. Lisa was supposed to take care of that when she want up there.”

Tray jumped from the back of the van while Alana lifted the walkie and pressed the Talk button. “Lisa.”

Nothing.

“Damn it, Lisa. Answer me!” she cried anxiously into the walkie.

More screams filled the air, and Alana took off toward the house at a full run, fear for her friend overriding everything else. Behind her, she could hear Tray calling for her, but she ignored him and headed into the double-door entry to the house.

All the lights were out, but there was enough moonlight coming through the windows to light her way. She sprinted up the grand staircase and turned right down the long dark hallway heading toward the room where she believed Lisa had gone.

Keith was up ahead; the soft glow from his LED headlight cast a soft blue light against the wall and helped to guide her to them as he kicked relentlessly at the immobile bedroom door. Behind her, she could hear numerous footsteps as other members of her team ran to Lisa’s aid.

Lisa’s screams echoed through the halls, and Alana tried not to think too much about what might be happening. Maybe something had just spooked her.

Keith shoved at the door with his shoulder, cussing and yelling, “What the hell is the matter with this damn door!” He looked at her in desperation as she came up. “I can’t get it. What the hell is going on in there?”

A loud bang shook the entire wall, as though Lisa had been thrown against it. Alana gasped and pounded her fist against the heavy door.

“Lisa!” She could hear screams and reached for the handle, shaking it as though that would open it. “Lisa!”

“Was anyone in there?” she asked Keith as Tray, Aiden, and a few others joined them in the hall.

Keith shook his head. “I didn’t see anyone. Lisa went in first, then the door slammed shut between us, locking me out. That’s when the screams started.”

“Move,” Aiden said as he pushed Alana out of the way.

He turned sideways slightly and rammed the door with his shoulder. The door didn’t move. “Son of a bitch.” He reached up to rub his shoulder and step back to study the door.

“You okay?” Alana asked, concerned.

Aiden nodded. “Oak. Serves me right.”

Alana stepped forward to slap her hand against the wood. “Lisa!”

The room went silent, and everyone froze, listening. Alana could swear they could all hear her beating heart as it slammed out a rhythm within her chest.

“Lisa,” she called out, pressing her ear against the wood. “Please.”

A moan sounded from the other side, and Alana breathed a short sigh of relief. “We have to get this door open,” she said as she again tried the knob.

Aiden moved her out of the way and waved for Keith to join him. “Let’s see if the two of us can kick this thing open.”

On three, they both kicked, and the door swung open with a loud crack as the lock gave way under the force. Alana’s worried gaze landed on her friend, huddled in the corner. She rushed forward, oblivious to the men cautioning her.

Deep gouges in Lisa’s skin oozed blood over her face, chest, and arms. Alana gasped as she tried to wipe some of the blood from her friend’s face. “Lisa,” she whispered. “Can you hear me?”

Lisa just continued to stare straight ahead, her eyes glassy and fearful, her hands trembling. Aiden squatted next to her and wiped a strand of blood-soaked hair from Lisa’s brow.

“My God,” he whispered. “Someone call an ambulance.” He turned and stared at several stunned faces. “Now!”

Three members of the team pulled cell phones from their pockets to do his bidding while Tray began to walk a circle around the room, studying the walls. The window was shut, not to mention the fact they were at least twenty feet off the ground, so it was doubtful whoever it was had gone that way.

“Do you see anything?” Alana asked.

“Nothing,” he said in exasperation.

She turned to Aiden. “How the hell would whoever did this get out of here? Where did they go?”

Aiden sighed. “This house is full of secret passages.”

“Oh, come on,” Tray exploded. “The two of you don’t really believe that whatever did this was human?”

“Not now, Tray!” Alana snapped.

She glanced back at Lisa, who continued to stare off in the distance as though in a trance, her body shaking from head to toe.

“She’s in shock,” Aiden said softly.

Alana looked around the floor. “Where’s her camera?” Lisa always carried a small handheld with her. It had to be there.

“It’s here.” Tray bent down to retrieve the small camera from the far corner. “I’ll take this down to the van and see what’s on it.”

Lisa grasped Alana’s wrist with a hard grip. Alana met her friend’s fearful gaze. Tears sprang to her eyes as she studied the deep scratches over Lisa’s face and neck.

“Not,” Lisa whispered through chattering teeth. “Not human.”

New year...New goals

So...Can you believe it's 2016 already? It snuck up on me so fast. I don't bother with resolutions. I never stick to them anyway. But I do have one goal for 2016. Not a resolution, mind you, cause remember, I don't keep those...:) But a goal.

My goal is to write more.

I have so many projects in mind for 2016.

First is the novella I'm almost finished with. It's a stand alone menage entitled Double Dom.

Second is the next book in the Crime and Punishment series Entitled The Master's Den. This is Daniel's story and it will be the last in the C&P series. But...I'm not finished with the Dom's of New Orleans. The next series will be titled The Doms of the Den and will start with Ian, who readers met briefly in Burning Submission.

Third is the next book in the Entwined Fates series. Poor Jonah's been waving from the back of the room for a quite a while now, so I have to get his story told before he tans my hide..:)

I have lots more ideas for 2016 and I promise to do more menage stories as well. I get lots of requests for those..:)

So keep checking back for updates and I hope you have a wonderful 2016!

{{hugs}}

Trista

Master Delacroix

What some of the reviewers are saying about Master Delacroix...

"I just loved this book. From the first page I was hooked."

"MERCY!!!! What else could I possibly say. This book has you "feeling" so much. I could not get enough of Master Delacroix."

"This is one very HOT novel. Every woman needs a Master Delacroix in their life. Too hot for words. Hot hot hot!"

"T A Michaels provides an excellent combination of well developed plot and characters."

Don't just take their word for it. Check out Master Delacroix for yourself..:)

Delacroix review...

Fabulous review from Hearts on Fire for Master Delacroix..:)

Author: Trista Ann Michaels
Reviewer: Victoria
Publisher: Loose Id
Genre: M/F BDSM
ISBN:9781623003647

Rating:  

Summary:
Nathan Delacroix never expected his favorite thriller author to be a woman, and a very pretty one at that. So when she comes to him for advice on BDSM, he can’t resist offering her the use of his club, as well as his skills as a Master.

Connelly is shocked at just how much she enjoys being dominated, spanked and jeez, even shared. She needs to be careful because Nathan is way out of her league. Plus he’s a target.

When a man from Nathan’s past puts her in the middle of a vendetta against him, Connelly will experience not only submission, but also what it feels like to be hunted prey. Nathan may be amazing in bed, but Connelly has no desire to love a man whose life is always in danger. She’ll soon learn that a determined Master is more ruthless than a killer seeking revenge.

Note: The first book in the Crime & Punishment series is published elsewhere. Book 2 stands alone.

Review:

Nathan Delacroix is skilled BDSM Master who is also psychic that helps the FBI solve certain types of cases. He does not want anyone to know he is psychic that does not have to know. Nathan is likeable man and Dom. He is a kind and thoughtful man who will do what is necessary to protect and help those around him. He meets his favorite thriller author only to find out that she is not who he expected.
Connelly James is an author of thriller novels who writes under the name of James Connelly to be taken more serious. She schedules a visit with a BDSM Master to do research for her newest novel. At first neither knew of the deeper connection between the two. Connelly is attracted to Nathan right from the first meeting.
The chemistry between Connelly and Nathan is blistering. I loved how well they got along outside the bedroom, while Nathan’s abilities did help him. I think that even if he did not have them there would have been a great connection. The sex scenes were blistering. I loved how willing Nathan was to let Connelly experience what she wanted even if it was only once.
Master Delacroix is the second book in the Crime and Punishment series by Trista Ann Michaels. While this book is part of a series, it can be read and enjoyed as a standalone with ease. I found this book very well written. The main and secondary characters were both interesting and realistic. Ms. Michaels did a wonderful job of drawing the reader into the novel and keeping them entertained and on their toes all the way through. This book was fantastic! I really hope the next book is about Nathan’s brother, Daniel.

Mary's Menage Reviews..Interview

I'm so pleased to have Mary of Mary's Menage Reviews with me today..:)

How you got involved with menage romances?

I've always been a big fan of romances. With time, I tried to look into something more spicy but I could not find much of them in my french mother tongue. A couple of years back, I was living in a bilingual comunauty and at that time, I did not know much about ebooks so I bought them on amazon or used books on ebay. But with a limited budget, reading really fast and not finding much spicy romances, my choices were limited indeed. I was always upset with the choices in english so one day I decided to try to read a short blaze romance and all of a sudden a brand new "erotic romance" world opened for me on amazon. WOW. What a revelation! And out of nowhere, I came accross Colter's Woman by Maya Banks. I read the blurb and was immediately intringued. So what? 3 guys and one woman? in the same relationship? Really? ... I received it by mail, read it... and that's it! Hoocked for life!

Why did you decide to promote menage romances?

I love this genre. I honestly believe that not every author can write a menage because inpair number of main characters challenges every balance within the plot, love, sex scenes and romance. It also brings more intensity and possibilities. When I started to read this genre, I noticed quickly the false ideas most readers had about menage romances. So, I started to review them on amazon, and later on my blog, not only to share my passion but also to educate people that menages are not threesome porn or orgies. I am not a shy person. I am confortable in my skin and my life choices. So for me it was easy to express freely and promote this genre. If someone shares in the open, people will be maybe chocked but intringued. People judge easily what they do not understand or know but once you give them the opportunity to educate them and tell them that it is okay to love kinky and sex in romances, then you can bring more readers to this genre and more readers means more menages to us all: a win-win situation IMO.

Tell us about the Menage Romances Holidays tour?

I am an impulsive woman. Holidays is always a big time for publishers and authors. I started 2 years ago to hold the Best Menages of the Year contest but so far I had nothing special for x-mas season. I also welcome menage author guests on my blog and I thought: why not giving the oportunity to discover a new menage every day for 2 full weeks? On top of that, each author agreed to give a free book as one giveaway. ho ho ho, naughty santa is spoiling us all! So from december 21 up to january 2nd, I will invite a menage author to talk about her menage release. I am very excited about it and I hope your fans will come and visit us!

Thank you again, Trista, for this oportunity to promote this menage holidays tour! You are one of my favorite menage author and I hope to read a new menage of yours very soon!

bio:

I am an Erotic Ménage Romance Reviewer middle-aged french canadian, curious of everything with a very open mind. Homophobia and censorship are NOT part of my vocabulary! So it was no surprise that when I discovered ménage stories in 2005, I decided then and there that I would read only this genre after that. I am proud of my collection and to promote this genre. My reviews are based on reading so many of them. I am passionate and can be sarcastic if something bother me but I am always honest, never mean! Welcome to my ménage world!

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