Thursday, November 22, 2007

A Happy Thanksgiving Indeed!

I had wonderful food, the company of my siblings and their children and my mother. What more can I ask for this Thanksgiving? But there's more! I bought a new car last night, nothing special but it's bright and shiny and new. Could there be more? Yes, there is!

I popped over to Amazon as I do every few days, partially to check for reviews, partially to convince myself it's true! *cackle* Tonight, I find The Cost of Eternity is #17on the Erotica Bestseller list! Woo hoo! First time I've seen it on the first page!

Could there be more? Yes! The Cost of Eternity is #2 on the Erotica Gay bestseller list!

I hope everyone's Thanksgiving was a happy as mine!


Wednesday, November 21, 2007

Double Deutsch Releases Today!

Double Deutsch, book 6 in the Destination Pleasure series, is up at the
Wilder Rose section of the garden! h
ttp:// This is my first published foray into straight sex! If you can call a menage straight sex!

Sensual Reads & REviews said "Double Deutsch is a sexy read from start to finish. Shayla Kersten does a wonderful job of setting the scene and putting the reader in the room with the action. Anyone who enjoys reading ménage trios is sure to love this book."

Double Deutsch


Needing a fresh start after her husband divorces her for a younger woman, advertising exec, Catherine Lakeland, takes a position in Germany. Curious about sex with a man other than her husband but wary of the complications of a relationship, Cat trades places with her new friend, a sex worker at a brothel, for one night of pleasure but double the fun.


Catherine Lakeland stared at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The sheer red flowing robe didn't leave much to the imagination. Neither did the matching silk push-up bra or the tiny thong. "I can't do this."

"Yes, you can, Cat." Geli's amusement flowed with her musical German accent. Her sure hands stroked a hairbrush through Cat's long auburn hair.

"This isn't me." Cat shook her head at the two women in the mirror.

"It can be." Geli rested her chin on Cat's shoulder.

Their eyes met in the reflection. "Look at you. If I had your face and figure, I could make a fortune."

Cat tried to see herself without her natural humility. She did have nice hair. Long, thick, dark with hints of red, she'd always considered it her best feature. Her face was round with regular features, although her hazel eyes often garnered compliments. Her body, on the other hand, she couldn't get past the excess of curves around her stomach and hips. Her ex-husband made it perfectly clear she was overweight. Of course, the skinny bitch he'd left her for showed exactly what he thought of her body.

"I'm fat." Cat shook her head. "And too short."

"You are sexy with pleasing curves. Trust me-men will be flocking to your window tonight."

Her window. Geli's window in the Hamburg Laufhaus. What the hell was a nice American divorcee doing in a brothel in Germany?

"Just think of it as acting a role, my friend. One you've wanted to play for years." The mirror reflected Geli's Teutonic fair-haired blue-eyed good looks.

Cat snorted laughter. "I don't remember dreaming about being a sex worker."

"Ah, but you dreamed about a man other than your husband. Tonight, you will have one." Her smile widened to a grin. "Or more."

A shiver shook Cat's body. An ache started deep in her pussy. She missed sex. Her ex-husband had made her feel wonderful in bed. Unfortunately, outside the bedroom, he was a total shit.

After eight years of marriage to her high school sweetheart and only lover, she wanted to know sex with someone other than him. Except she wasn't ready for a relationship. The ink was barely dry on her divorce decree.

Geli gave her a quick hug then moved away. "Now, everything you need is here." She walked over to the nightstand next to the bed and opened a drawer. "Condoms, lube, toys..." Holding up a long, thick dildo, she wagged it at Cat. "All sterilized after each use." She dropped it back in the drawer but left the condoms and lube on the nightstand. "There are restraints in the bathroom closet if you are so inclined, or your customer is."

Shaking her head, Cat laughed. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach while tingles of a different nature swept through her body. "I think not."

"Then I'll leave you to get on with it. Have fun." With a wave of her hand and a grin, Geli left the tiny room.

Turning in a circle, Cat surveyed her surroundings. The wide bed was the centerpiece of the room. Covered by a black satin comforter, Cat tried to imagine herself splayed out, legs open, a strange man between her thighs. Her pussy walls clenched, and warm cream dampened her panties.

The only other furniture was the infamous nightstand, complete with supplies. Two pale wood doors led from the room, one to the hallway and one to the bathroom. Paintings of flowers graced two walls, one a vase of wildflowers and one of roses. Nothing about the room indicated its true
purpose, sex for sale.

This was Geli's "office." Her strange friendship with the German sex worker was little more than a month old. Cat moved to Germany after her divorce was final three months ago. The advertising company she worked for had a position open, and Cat needed a fresh start. A match made in heaven.

At lunch one day in a crowded restaurant, Geli had asked to share her table. They struck up a conversation and now, Cat was in Geli's room at a brothel about to sell herself for the experience of being with a man other than her ex-husband.

She could hear voices through the open window. All she had to do was draw back the curtains and her adventure would begin.

"I can do this. I want to do this." From the first time Geli talked about her work, Cat had been fascinated. Fantasies of strange men plowing her aching center with long hard cocks filled her dreams, no strings, no risk of emotional ties. Her constant stream of questions ended with Geli issuing a challenge.

Cat threw back her shoulders and took a deep breath. "I will do this."

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

Great New Cover!

Check out my latest cover from April Martinez at Liquid Silver Books! She's an awesome cover artist! FOREVER, the sequel to THIRTY DAYS, will be released December 17th.


In Biton Savakis’ opinion, following the advice of Cavan’s therapist isn’t working. Refraining from dominant play with an abused submissive trying to heal is one thing. Biton is willing to forgo that part of his life. However, not talking to Cavan about making their arrangement permanent doesn’t make sense.

Three months after his new master promises him forever, Cavan is afraid it won’t happen. Although the thirty day contract is long over, Biton hasn’t offered a new one. Nightmares about testifying against his former master doesn’t make life easier.

Just as Cavan begins to understand what he means to Biton, Cavan’s past reaches out to steal his happiness and maybe his life.

Friday, November 16, 2007

Hidden Force is out today!

My fourth Ellora's Cave book releases today! Woo hoo! What a great way to celebrate a Friday!
HIDDEN FORCE By Shayla Kersten
Cold-blooded murder and hot-blooded passion…

Memphis homicide detective Tony Costa’s life is twisted with both. A killer is stalking prey in the bitter winter nights leaving a trail of victims with hauntingly familiar features. The blond-haired, blue-eyed young men resemble the vice cop whose bed he secretly shares. Afraid of revealing his secret to the world, he may be too late to tell the one person who matters.

Luke Nilsson wants more than a friend with benefits. Out about his sexuality since high school, Luke doesn’t like hiding his relationship with Tony, but he’s not willing to end it. Asked to work with Tony on a series of murders, things heat up and not always in a good way. When an old lover resurfaces during the investigation, Luke makes a decision that may be his last.
Sexual Content: Rated E-rotic
Genre : Gay / Contemporary Book
Length: Novella

The young man groaned as his brutalized flesh hit the icy pavement. His mind cried out for help but his raw throat wouldn’t let sound form.
Screeching tires and the smell of burning rubber haunted his senses. His swollen eyes couldn't open enough to see the fleeing car.
Relief spread through him for a brief moment. His tormentor was gone. But relief passed into despair. Alone, naked against the freezing concrete, his pain faded into the long shadows of the night.
* * * * *
Memphis homicide detective Tony Costa stood in the chill early morning air. His breath hung over the dead, naked form of a young blond man. Vacant blue eyes accused and challenged him.
“Tony!” Jeff Payton’s voice cut through the murmur of the crowd gathering at the end of the alley.

Tony turned and watched as his partner ducked under the yellow tape across the narrow entrance. The tall black man strode down the middle of the alley with the crime scene team following in his wake.
“Another one.” Tony turned back to the pale, still form. The cloudy January morning sky filtered a dull gray light that matched his mood. A light flurry of snow swirled around the young man’s body adding insult to injury.
Jeff’s footsteps stopped next to him.
“Just like the last two.” The last two similar deaths left an ache in Tony’s stomach he couldn’t shake.
One of the crime scene investigators motioned Jeff and Tony out of the way.
The snap and whirl of the camera startled Tony out of his reverie. “We need to follow up at the Paradiso where the other two were seen.”
The gay bar where someone was picking up young blond men then killing them.
* * * * *
Ryan Nilsson flipped the water tap to off then yanked the shower curtain open. As he stepped out, steam swirled and curled around his dripping body. Using a corner of his towel, he wiped the fog from the mirror. The squeaking sound of the terrycloth on the wet glass nearly drowned the sound of his apartment door clicking shut.
He grabbed his robe from the hook. Wrapping the thick, warm cloth around his damp body, he eased the bathroom door open. His instincts warned him to be cautious but his mind reminded him that only one person had access to his apartment.
“Ryan,” Tony’s deep voice boomed down the hall.
“In the bathroom.” Ryan pushed the door shut before the cold draft entered his warm domain.
Urgent footsteps clattered down wooden floor of the hallway. With only the short warning click of the latch, the door pushed in.
“Wha—” Ryan didn’t have time to finish his words before Tony’s hard body knocked him against the wall. The door slammed shut. Rough lips covered his. Shaking fingers tore at the belt of his robe then pulled away the warm material.
Tony’s long coat carried the chill of the early Memphis morning. Scratchy wool pressed against his skin. Cold hands slid up Ryan’s back and pulled him into a tight embrace.
Desperate need in Tony’s eyes kept Ryan from pushing him away or asking any questions.
The thrill of Tony’s rough desire sent heat scorching through him. His cock responded with record speed. An ache of longing clutched at his throat as his balls tightened in surprised anticipation.
Although they’d been lovers for over a year, Tony rarely instigated sex. And those few times his courage had come from several bottles of beer. In what Ryan thought was denial over his attraction to a man Tony just let things happen. But right now…
A calloused hand slid around his waist then down his stomach. Fingers combed through his damp pubic hair then clutched his cock. Lips kissed a moist line down his jaw to the curve where his neck met his shoulder.
A shudder of excitement raced through Ryan. His hands slid around Tony’s neck and held him tight. His lover’s clean, cold scent added to the rush of pleasure.
“Want you…”
Ryan almost missed the words whispered against his skin. “You have me.” He kissed the side of Tony’s throat. “What are you going to do with me?”

Monday, November 5, 2007

I Hate Mondays!

First, Mondays in general are a pain in the posterior. Hauling myself out of bed at the butt crack of dawn, rushing to get out of the house, barely time for a cup of java after two days of leisurely rising, sipping coffee and enjoying the morning. So I'm a little prejudiced against Mondays to begin with.

Today was no different. I had a lousy day at work. The day seemed as if it would never end. Of course, with the change to daylight savings time, when I finally got out of there, it was nearly dark. So I'm driving home, on a 54 mile commute, and out of nowhere, yep, you guessed it, a deer rushed me from the passenger side. The animal looked like it was a giant as it hit my windshield. I managed to pull off the road, in the dark and call 911. A couple of men stopped and pulled the deer out of the road and checked to see if I was okay.

It took the state trooper about half an hour to get to the scene; another half hour to get the report done. I drove the last 30 miles home doing 50 mph because the windshield is in some serious kind of mess. The only apparent damage to the body of the car was a dent above the passenger side wheel well. Once home, I took a blanket and spread it over the windshield so my cats wouldn't end up cutting their paws--they like to get on the car. I tucked the blanket into the doors to keep it up there. When I opened the passenger side door, it rubbed against the front quarter panel. So evidently, there's more damage than I thought.

So tomorrow, I'm off to my insurance agent and I hope I have rental car on my policy.

I have to admit, I was expecting an accident. I've been driving over 100 miles a day to and from work for over 12 years. I figured the odds were stacking against me! At least, my car wasn't totaled, I wasn't hurt and the airbag didn't deploy. The airbag scares the crap out of me! LOL