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My Writing Process Blog Event: My turn to own up thanks to @ElyzabethMVaLey #writing

I’ve been tagged in a fun little blog event we’ve affectionately called the “Writing Process Blog Thingie”. 😛


Basically, I’ve been tagged by the wonderful Elyzabeth M. VaLey in a post on her blog last week, and this week, it’s time to pay the piper and share a little bit about my own writing process.

Here goes 🙂

1)     What am I working on?

Anyone who knows me kn0ws I am working on far too many stories than I should. Right now, I am working on the next story in my Roses and Thorns BDSM series, plus I have a naughty fairy tale in the works I would like to submit before summer is in full swing. On the mainstream author side (Rebecca Hart), I’ve got an antho release in March and I’d like to get the first novel in her fantasy series finished off and out for consideration.

2)     How does my work differ from others of its genre?

I’d like to think my writing brings the elements of strong prose and vivid description together with believable, likable characters and a story you can’t get out of your head. My erotic writing I think lends beauty to the oft misunderstood world of BDSM and the amazingly romantic elements inherent in the lifestyle. You’d have to tell me if I’ve accomplished that with my stories. 🙂

3)     Why do I write what I do?

With respect to BDSM romance, I write it because of what I mentioned above — the idea that the lifestyle is somehow dirty or taboo in some way. I hope to really highlight the romantic beauty and profound love that can be obtained in a strong BDSM relationship.

4)     How does your writing process work?
My writing process, and schedule, are complete chaotic. I work a FT job, so I tend to steal time wherever and whenever I can. I have written stories during meetings at the office, during breaks or lunches, before work, weekends, after work… the list goes on. I can be a procrastinator, so I do much better with a solid deadline than left to flounder and schedule my writing on my own. Really, the only thing I absolutely have to have to get my writing done is music, and the type depends strongly on the type of story I’m writing at the time. So, my writing process revolves mostly around inspirational playlists.
Now for the fun part of this feature — tagging some fellow authors for you to visit with. They will both be sharing their writing process next week on MONDAY, FEB. 25th, so be sure to stop by and visit with them as well. 🙂

See you next time.

New Release News: Welcome Aboard by Elyzabeth M. Valey #RotG #erotic

Today, I’ve got a special treat for you all. fellow Evernight author, Elyzabeth M. Valey has agreed to stop by to share her newest release, WELCOME ABOARD. I shall leave you all in her very capable hands.

Hi everyone! I’m thrilled to be visiting Rebecca today to be able to share with you all my latest release “Welcome Aboard”, a short story that belongs to Evernight Publisher’s Romance on the Go line.

These stories are meant to be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or right before bed. Personally, I think they’re a great way to get your romance/erotic fix.*wink*


Julie is on vacation! After months of breaking her back at the office she’s ready for a weekend of absolute relaxation: a little reading, good food and some lazing at the beach are her idea of a perfect plan. 

However, when a handsome man with a sexy smile and naughty accent takes the seat next to hers on the train she’ll enter a wicked ride of passion and delight that will blow her mind and body away.  


Let’s talk about sexy accents and voices!

What sort of voice makes your pulse accelerate? For me, it’s deep, husky, warm, inviting voices. An example? Peter Steele, Ville Valo or Christopher Lee (Yes, yes, he’s old, but we’re talking voices and his is awesome!)

What sort of accents make you purr? I’ll go for men with a Finnish or German accent any day or the outright delicious British accent. Some examples? Ville Laihiala, Rob Vitacca or Alan Rickman.

In Welcome Aboard, Julie’s love interest has one hell of a sexy British accent. When I created him I was thinking Christian Bale (look wise too *wink*).

So, what about you, what are your favorite voices/accents? 


“We’re on a train,” she hissed, gesticulating wildly.

William laughed, the lines on his forehead vanishing.

“I noticed.” He lifted the armrest and placed his hand on her thigh again. Julie bit back an unwanted moan.  “What you failed to have seen, my sweet, is that we’re the only ones in this particular wagon.” He smiled smugly, drumming her thighs in a rhythm that almost had her lifting her hips.

Julie huffed. Yes, her body was weak with desire but she wouldn’t back down so easily.

“It’s a public space.”

“And doesn’t that excite you?” William asked, grasping her flesh, his fingers digging into her skin pleasurably.

Julie’s thoughts scattered. This was crazy. Out right crazy. She wasn’t a one-night-stand kind of girl. Sex in public had been out of the question, and yet—

She observed William. He was impassive, waiting for her resolution while toying with her lust. She shook her head. They could get caught. There could be cameras on the train and it was illegal.

“It’s illegal!” she blurted as the tips of his exploring fingers brushed against her sex.


Grasping a strand of her hair between thumb and forefinger, he caressed it before neatly placing it behind her ear, brushing his thumb over the shell.

“It’s only illegal if we get caught, my sweet. I have no intention of allowing that.”


His brown eyes bore into hers, the desire swirling in them making her weak at the knees.

“You want to, Julie. I know you do.”

“How?” She cried out the question as he finally pried his way underneath her jeans, resting his fingers above her soaking panties.

“For one, you’ve been squirming in that chair, a lot.” He smiled at her obvious discomfort. “Then,” he murmured, rubbing his finger over her swollen nether lips. “You’re dripping wet. If I wanted to, if you wanted to, I could probably slide this finger inside you without any restraint whatsoever. Maybe even two.”

This was so wrong. His scorching eyes begged her to accept the challenge. Julie bit down on her lip. She couldn’t say yes, not here.

“Tell me you want to, Julie.”

William’s finger found its way under the elastic of her thong. A moan became lodged in her throat as he touched her, learning the wet contours of her cunt with a single digit.


She hesitated. Did she want to? Did she really want to do this crazy thing? The tip of his finger hovered over her entrance, daring her to accept.

“Say yes, Julie.” His gaze was heated, his breath as shallow as hers.

She wanted this. Damned be it all, she wanted William’s fingers deep inside her pussy. She wanted the dazzling pleasure, the relief to the unrelenting throbbing between her legs. The realization of what she was about to do spiked her desire and cut off her ability to speak. Opening her legs wider, she smiled shakily. William’s lips parted slightly, his gaze fierce as he pushed a finger inside her. Julie reclined against her seat. Her eyes fluttered shut and she whimpered as another thick digit joined the first. She responded to him. He was her master puppeteer and she was his puppet, rolling her hips with every thrust.

“You want more?” he murmured, his lips hovering over hers.

Julie opened her eyes. William regarded her, his long lashes framing deep eyes that she couldn’t help thinking belonged to a poet at heart.

“Yes,” she whispered, closing the distance. Soft and compliant, she mewled her approval, as she tasted him. Her fear had vanished and left behind an ardor that required urgent appeasing. William grunted into her mouth as she teased his bottom lip, nipping at the full bow with relish. Tilting his head to the side, he swept his tongue over the seams of her mouth in a request for entrance. She granted it readily, taking in his tongue with a desperate hunger that rivaled his as they tangled.

He was relentless, his fingers toying with her sex even as he kissed her. In and out, the thick digits of his left hand pumped into her slowly. It was a delicious torture that only succeeded in making her hotter and more desperate for what was to come.

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ElyzabethAuthor Bio: Defined as weird since she was about eight, Elyzabeth honors the title by making up songs about her chores, doodling stars and flowers on any blank sheet of paper and talking to her dog whenever he feigns interest.

Losing the battle to the voices in her head is her favorite pastime after annoying her younger sister with her singing. Writing stories full of passion and emotion where love conquers all is her happy pill and she’ll forgo sleep to make her readers live the dream.


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New Release News: Meet Elyzabeth M. VaLey, Author of THE LOST MERCENARY

Welcome to another installment of what is quickly becoming my favorite “regular” posting — New Release News. Today I have the author of THE LOST MERCENARY, Elyzabeth M. VaLey. Her novel released on November 5th from Evernight Publishing.

Welcome to the Book Nook Elyzabeth. I thought we would start out things with a few questions. Nothing too complicated, so don’t worry. *grin*

Bex: Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Elyzabeth: A lot of my novels begin with a single scene and no idea where they’re heading. However, once I’ve written that scene and gotten it out of my system, I try to plan out where I want the story to go. It is true, however, that a lot of the time those outlines change as a write.

Bex: Do you have any writing rituals or special processes you complete before sitting down to write?

Elyzabeth: I don’t have any specific writing rituals but I like to have music playing in the background when I write. Music plays an important part in most of my novels.

Bex: If you could only write in one genre for the rest of your career, what genre would you choose? Why?

 Elyzabeth: I think I would probably pick historical romance because there is so much to chose from. The possibilities of learning about actual history and intertwining it with a romance are practically endless!

Bex:  If allowed to keep only one book on your bookshelf, what would it be?

Elyzabeth: Oh, this is a hard question… I think, it’d probably be Lord of The Rings, especially now that they sell the trilogy as one book. It’s a book I never grow tired of reading.

Bex: What music was on your playlist while writing your novel?

Elyzabeth: I usually have a specific soundtrack for each novel, with one or two songs that stand out more than the rest. In the case of The Lost Mercenary there were three major songs:

1. For a lot of the action scenes, I used a video I found on You Tube titled “Epic Music Mix 4” ( .

2. “Promontory” from the film The Last of the Mohicans (this one is a long time favorite and I have also used it for the other two books in The Mercenary Tales). (

3. Last but definitely not least, this song titled on Youtube “Braveheart-Main Theme”. However,  in the description it says that it “is not from the OST cd itself, it is made by a Celtic Bagpipe orchestra.” (

Bex: Morning person or grumpy bear?

Elyzabeth: If I sleep well, I’ll wake up in a good mood, usually singing and playing with the dogs, or making noise as my sister says, *g* However, if I’ve had a bad night or am PMS’ing then… be scared.

Bex: What group were you a part of in High School? Jocks? Nerds? Metal heads?

Elyzabeth: In high school I wasn’t so much a nerd as a “weird one”. At the end of 10th grade, I became a weird one and a metal head, which made it even more fun. Except for a few moments, I’ve always been pretty proud of being different. What fun is there in being just like everybody else? LOL.

Bex: Tell us one thing it would surprise us to know about you?

Elyzabeth: Elyzabeth M. VaLey is my pen name! Both my real name and my last name start with M, hence the M. in the middle. *g*

Bex: Tell us something about your book we won’t find in the back cover blurb?

Elyzabeth: There is a secondary character that might get his own novel in the future…

Bex: Coke or Pepsi?

Elyzabeth: Neither. I don’t like Coke, Pepsi or anything that has a similar taste. I used to drink it until I was in 4th grade, but during a class party, I tasted Pepsi Boom or Pepsi Max (I can no longer remember) and from that point on, I can’t stand the taste. The only way for me to drink Coke is in what Spaniards call “Calimocho”. It’s a mix between wine and Coke and it’s what adolescents have when they start drinking alcohol. Still, I’m not very prone to it either.

Bex: If I were to look in your closet right now, would I find frills and lace or demin and tees?

Elyzabeth: You’d find both. I have frills and lace, especially for going out, because I favor the romantic Goth style, but as late, since most Goth clothes are so expensive, I’m using more jeans and tees, so there’s also some of that. Then there’s also my “normal” work clothes.

Bex: Great answers! Thanks, Elyzabeth 🙂

Now that you all know a bit more about the author, let’s take a look at Elyzabeth’s newest release, THE LOST MERCENARY


All he ever wanted was a family and some land for farming. Instead, his dreams were ripped at the seams by a ruthless king. Choosing to become a mercenary, Gregorii has roamed the land clinging to a past he thought long gone until Emmeline stumbled onto his path. Now, his dreams resurface and hope re-emerges. The only problem is Emmeline’s defiance.

Emmeline has a secret. An important secret. A dangerous secret. Few know her mission. Fewer know her past. When Gregorii turns up in her life, past, present and future unite and her whole world threatens to crumble.

How long will she be able to hide the truth from him? How long will her heart resist the inevitable?


Sharply taking hold of her hands, he tied her wrists together. Pulling her to her feet, he bound her to the lowest branch, forcing her to almost stand on her tiptoes. Her face was flushed, her eyes bright and her hair disheveled, the taut braid she wore earlier practically gone. Gregorii swept his gaze over her body and he felt his cock ooze in appreciation. She was truly gorgeous. Curvy, with toned legs and breasts with large hard nipples begging to be touched and tasted.

“Grearióus, release me or I will kill you,” she threatened in a low murmur.

He lifted his eyes to her face and licked his lips. He was anxious to kiss her again, yet he knew it would not be an easy task at the moment. “I believe your position is not exactly one of ease for killing, though I do not doubt your capabilities. You have a nasty right hook,” he said, rubbing his shoulder. “And incredibly strong legs, not to mention a delicious tasting pussy. No wonder you became mistress of the brothel.”

Emmeline spat at his feet and he grinned.

“Tell me what I want to know and I will release you and no one will know the better. We can even have a peaceful fuck afterwards. I know you want it as much as I do.” He glanced into her eyes, but she spat again, this time the dribble landing on his face. Chuckling, he brushed it off like a bothersome fly.

“I’ve been submitted to worst torture than this. You don’t have it in you to hurt me. You were never good at hurting others.”

“It’s been ten years, Avalina, I have changed.”

“No, you haven’t. You are still the gentleman, the kind hearted soul who will help maidens in distress. You might be a mercenary, but that is only on the outside. Inside, you are still that playful boy with a heart of gold. I have seen you fight before and it was not what we just did here. You didn’t want to hurt me,” she accused.

“You didn’t want to hurt me too badly, either. You killed that man in the woods without contemplation. Right now, you doubted your moves or we would both be very badly injured. In truth, you’re still that vulnerable child challenging everyone because she’s scared of the world.”



“No, Grearióus. I lost my vulnerability the moment Ragnahall burned down. I admit I am scared of the world. You have no idea what is out there, Gregorii,” she whispered anxiously. “But now, I challenge for survival.”

“You don’t always have to fight against everything, Ava,” he murmured. “You don’t have to fight me.”

He watched Emmeline carefully as she lowered her lashes and chewed on her bottom lip, mulling on his words. In two strides, he stood inches away from her, his fists clenched at his sides so he wouldn’t touch her. She glanced up at him with large brown eyes full of fear, causing his heart to flutter nervously.  “Why won’t you tell me why you’re really going to Karpathian?” he asked softly.

Emmeline squared her jaw, her lips thinning and her eyes growing hard. “There is nothing to tell, Gregorii.”

“I think there is.”

She shook her head, lose strands of her long hair falling over her face, framing the pink lips he itched to kiss.

“You will tell me.”

“Like I said,”—she lifted her cool gaze to his eyes—“there is nothing to tell.”

“I will torture you for information.”

“I am no stranger to pain.”

Gregorii grinned and laughed. Reaching out, he roughly cupped her jaw. She inhaled sharply. “The torture I have in mind for you, Emmeline, my sweet Avalina, is quite different.” Dropping his head, he captured her lips in a searing kiss. She hesitated for a fraction of a second before opening her mouth to him and allowing his tongue to brush hungrily against hers. Gregorii pressed the length of his body against hers, wanting her to feel the need between his legs. He dropped his hands to her ass, caressing and squeezing the firm, round globes. Emmeline whimpered, the sound fueling his desire to new heights. His fingers brushed against the apex between her thighs, the heat there blazing. Panting slightly, he pulled away.

“I am no stranger to sex,” she said huskily.

Gregorii grinned. “I know, but I believe that like most whores, you are a stranger to soul weakening desire. The kind of attraction we feel for each other is as strange to you as it is to me.”

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Author Bio: In love with love, Elyzabeth M. VaLey leads a double life. By day, she is a journalism graduate searching for her big break while working as a switchboard operator. When she is out of the office, she enjoys walking her quirky 11-year-old boxer and 1 year old obsessed-with- playing Labrador. Finally, at night, when the rest of the world sleeps, she gathers her notes, dons her glasses and brings to life her stories of romance, magic and fantasy.

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