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The Beauty of Cover Art Day @mamaD8 #newrelease @evernightpub #bdsm #interracial


There are several oh wow, jump about like a demented loon moments on the road to publication. That moment you type those fabulous two words The End.

The moment you hit send on your submission and then after days, or weeks of frantic inbox stalking you get the, we would like to publish, e-mail. Then there is the day you sign the contract, fill in in the all-important cover art request form, get your edits, and of course Release Day!

All of those are squee worthy moments, but the one I tend to get the most excited about in the run up to Release Day is Cover Art day.

The moment the cover artist takes my rambling requests and turns them into a thing of sheer beauty.

This was my description of the hero for Awoken by the Sheikh:

Rashid, Arab, 34, successful businessman, 6’ 2’’, muscular, harsh features, stubble on jaw, scar over right eye, brown eyes, long straight black hair, chest hair

I added a description for the heroine and some vague ideas for the cover and simply asked her to work her magic.

This was my visual inspiration for Rashid.


And here he is seen through the heroine’s eyes.


The small army of servants glided out of the room as quietly as they had entered. They bowed to the impossibly tall man dressed in western clothing. Layla’s whispered words in Arabic brought a fleeting smile to his harsh features, and Astrid swallowed nervously when the full force of his hazel eyes settled on her. The man was sex-on-legs gorgeous, if you liked that sort of thing. Not that you do, remember. Long, straight black hair framed a strong face, with perfect cheekbones, and a prominent nose. Dark stubble lined his jaw and full lips that promised sinful delights. The faint scar over one eye simply accentuated the air of quiet power and strength in his gaze, which settled entirely on her, and made her breathing speed up against her will. Apparently she was not as immune to the whole bad boy look as she thought she was. Astrid bit her lip to stop the groan that threatened to rise from deep within her when he moved toward the low table in front of her bed. He picked up one ripe strawberry and popped it into his sensual mouth. His knowing gaze never once left her face.

The simple movement drew her attention toward the subtle play of muscles visible through the tight fit of the plain t-shirt. His biceps strained the fabric surrounding them. Light trousers left little to the imagination, as his thighs flexed under the thin cotton when he straightened up again with the lithe grace of a predator. Astrid had to remind herself to keep breathing. There was no mistaking the bulge in his crotch. She glimpsed it briefly before she forced her eyes back up to his face hastily, lest he had noticed her staring.

I’m still dreaming. I have to be or hallucinating or something. What was in that drink Anna gave me?


This is the cover I got


To say I squealed would be an understatement I tell you. This is so Rashid. 🙂

She did a fabulous job, and that, right there is why I just LOVE Cover Art Day. To see your characters come alive like this…. Priceless.

Awoken by the Sheikh releases Friday 5th September and I can’t wait for you all to meet him.

Here’s the Blurb:

Loosen up and awake your inner Sex Goddess … call it services to sisterhood.

The mere thought of an all-expenses paid trip to a tropical island of sexual abandonment makes straight laced school teacher Astrid break out in a heat rash.

What fantasies is she supposed to live out, exactly? You kinda need to have them to re-enact them, right? However, she can’t really turn down a birthday present, even if her outrageous best friend would let her.

Everything changes when she wakes up in her very own Arabian Fantasy. Prince Rashid expects her complete obedience, and Astrid can’t help but respond to the demands of the enigmatic Sheikh. Maybe it’s just the ambience of this place but Astrid finds new strength in her submission, and the sex is out of this world.

What happens, however, when reality beckons? Can she hold onto the fantasy?


Until next time. Stay naughty, folks.


D xx

A little from column A, a little from column B…

I have not a single clue at all what to talk to you all about today. It might have something to do with the fact that my brain is just fried after being buried under a metaphorical mountain the past couple of weeks (who ever knew that working from home would be so time-consuming?), or it might have something to do with the fact that I’ve got family over this weekend and I can’t type a full sentence without interruption. Who knows?

But I was thinking about the heroes in my books, and the heroes in the book that I’ve been working on lately, and thought today would be a great day to talk about how we all Frankenstein our love interests together for our books. And, since I’m short on time and brain power today, I thought I’d give you some of the amazing guys I’ve used as inspiration.

Away we go!

Jared Padalecki

Jared is tall, ripped, and gorgeous. He has puppy-dog eyes and floppy hair, and hip bones that I want to bite.

Er. That last part probably should have been in a separate sentence. But Jared tends to make me feel all sorts of things that jumble up together, and if I can write a hero that makes my readers feel all sorts of complex emotions, and not just in their pants, then I’d say I’ve done a good job.

Bonus if he’s as hot as Jared. Unf. Momma like.


Shemar Moore

Yes. Please. Gorgeous, talented, and tattooed, Shemar Moore has done several charity events to raise money for MS research in honor of his mother, who was diagnosed with the disease over ten years ago.

Are you gooey yet?

Michael Fassbender

Yes, Cat. I remembered Fass. :p

But really, Michael Fassbender is a fascinating guy; he plays these deep, complex characters, and puts so much thought and consideration into who they are and what it means to play them… but at the same time, he’s a complete goof a lot of the time. One of my favorite interview snippets I’ve seen floating around is of him talking about how he was absolutely, utterly convinced that he was Superman when he was a kid. Had the outfit and everything, even practiced flying off the back of the couch. How adorable it that?!

So he doesn’t take himself too seriously, and he isn’t afraid to play. We all need that sometimes, and I’m pretty sure that’s what draws me to him.

Which, of course, leads me to…

James McAvoy

Come on, are you really surprised? If you follow me on Twitter, or even if you’ve ever briefly glanced at my Tweetstream, you have to know that I worship at the shrine of McAvoy and his ass. It might be a sickness, but frankly, I don’t suffer from it in the slightest. I enjoy every damn moment of it.

James McAvoy is slim, compact, has amazing eyes and yes, his lips really are that color. He’s also madly in love with his wife; the few times he’s actually spoken about their relationship in public (he’s very careful to keep his personal life private), it’s achingly clear how highly he thinks of her and what she means to him. He’s like a romance hero come to life all on his own.

*happy sigh*

That’s just a few of my guys, of course, but I figure I should probably stop while I’m ahead, huh? So who do you all use for inspiration?

Elizabeth Silver is a writer, an editor, and a frequent late arrival. She can usually be found on Twitter, singing James McAvoy’s praises.

It was a pleasure to burn.

For once, I’m not going to talk about naked men, sex, orgasms, or anything of the like.

What I want to talk about today is what inspired me to be a writer in the first place. It was a one-two combination punch, an uppercut to the jaw and a fist to the chest, and I was down for the count, bell rung and finished. I didn’t see it coming, of course, and it was at a perfect time in my life, when I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or my future. I was seventeen, fresh out of high school, and had only recently gotten up the nerve to tell my mother that I wasn’t going to be a chef just because she’d decided I should. All I had was community college, my boyfriend, and the silly stories I wrote for a handful of people.

It all started with a book.

A borrowed copy of Fahrenheit 451, to be exact, read over a torturous weekend trip with the family. I’ve read it three or four times since, and every time, I find something new, some new level that I missed, but there’s always that core that attracted me to begin with. That passion about books just gripped me, and I wondered what it would be like to make something that inspired so much feeling.

That one book set off a love affair with Bradbury’s works that had me buying more, haunting the library like the ghost of geeks past, devouring his works like the book nerd I’ve always been. And then. And then the second punch.

Bradbury again. This time it was a short story, “The Fruit at the Bottom of the Bowl.” I won’t spoil the story for you if you haven’t read it, because the important part is how completely I was drawn in by the characters, how twisted up in the moment I became, and how much I found myself identifying with a very messed up individual. By the time I finished it, I felt like I’d read a whole novel, it was that perfect, that complete.

So I set the book down. Looked at it. Said, “I want to write like that. Damn, that’s going to take a lot of work.”

Fifteen years later and I’m still working on it. But damned it every time I pick up a Bradbury book, I’m not inspired all over again.

What about you? Do you remember what inspired you to become a writer?

Elizabeth Silver is a writer, a nerd, and an international woman of mystery. Find her on Twitter as @LizSilverWrites or on her own web site at UrbanSilver.net.