A Chat with Betty Carlton author of Zeke Kincaid’s Woman

I have a special guest here today, Betty Carlton. She’s sharing her new book, Zeke Kincaid’s Woman. You can click on the cover to see the book over at Goodreads. Below you’ll find the book details, the blurb, my conversation with Betty, an excerpt, the buy links, Betty’s bio, a rafflecopter for the tour wide giveaway, and all the places on the web were you can find Betty.

ZekeKincaidsWomanCover - click to see on GoodreadsZeke Kincaid’s Woman

by: Betty Carlton

Publisher: Sizzler Editions
Length: 113 Pages
Sub-Genres: Erotic Romance


On the musical stage in 1856 Lori Ann a singer extraordinaire impresses the audiences with her voice. Male admirers line up for a chance to meet her.

An enamored Zeke Kincaid is one of them. When Lori Ann refuses his marriage proposal. She didn’t know about Kincaid men and the events she set in motion by rejecting him.

Zeke Kincaid would make sure she understood. She didn’t have a choice. She would love him. One day, Lori Ann the singer disappears.

Under Zeke’s control he’ll see that she learns the lessons of submission and obedience in the Kincaid family tradition.

SJ: Your blurb sounds intriguing. Zeke sounds like an alpha to me, I love alphas. Thanks so much for stopping here today, Betty. I want you nice and comfortable, so let’s start with a picture of your favorite place in the world.

Betty: Actually, I’ve never been there. I found a photo on a calendar years ago that I saved. Since it had no information about where the picture was taken, and the company that issued the calendar wouldn’t help, it took me over 10 years to find it. Best part it’s almost in my own back yard. It’s in the fall and the leaves are golden as they fall around an old mill, built out of stone, next to a pond. Just looking at it de-stresses me. I will be visiting the state park where the structure is located next Fall.

SJ: How cool, your place was a mystery. How nice that you’ll finally get to visit. What was the first book to make a lasting impression on you?

Betty: Nokoa’s Woman by Gayle Rogers. I threw it up against the wall and picked it up and reread it again. I’m still not sure how it ends. lol

SJ: OMG, I hope it was a dead tree book, lol. What turns you on creatively?

Betty: Not sure how to answer that one. I found the quieter the better. Sometimes the ideas are barely whispers and I don’t want to miss them.

SJ: I know exactly what you mean, I’ve had to train myself to stop and take notice when ever those thoughts come. Can you tell us about your challenges in getting your first book published?

Betty: Let’s see the challenges. First- having no idea what I was getting myself into. Everyone thinks ‟Oh, I can write a book.” After the book is written then the challenge and rejections begin. I grew tired of the rejections. So, I changed my approach and found a publisher that gave a detailed outline of what they wanted and I wrote a story to fit exactly what they wanted. It worked in less than a day I had a contract offer in my email.

SJ: Whoa, so interesting. You took control, Betty. I love it. Which one of your characters would you NOT like to meet in real life?

Betty: The sheriff Winston Kincaid. He’s a mean one. I had to force a myself to put in a line to soften him up, but I wouldn’t trust him one iota.

SJ: Which one of your characters would you most like to meet in real life?

Betty: Zeke the hero of course, he’s the first of the Kincaid men to understand submission giving freely is so much better than forced or demanding it.

SJ: He sounds like my kind of guy. What is your idea of perfect happiness?

Betty: To have the strength, time, and money to do I as please. To be able help others when needed without worrying about the cost necessary to do so.

SJ: I love how that sounds, Betty. I want that kind of happiness. What is your greatest extravagance?

Betty: Permission to take care of myself. I have learned that what I need does matter. I can readily give me the Ok to say no to others. That may sound odd. However, I have learned the hard way if you give too much of yourself away to others when you need it the strength is gone.

SJ: That is so true. Saying no is a very important skill to have, I’m still learning that one. What is your favorite music (genre/artist/album/song)?

Betty: I lean toward the older music. The Golden oldies, old country and some musical scores. It might be due to my age getting older and don’t hear the words in the newer music. Kind of hard to sing if you don’t know it.

SJ: I know what you mean, I’m often searching the net to figure out what the singers are saying, lol. What is your motto?

Betty: ‟They’re all nice in the beginning”. It’s advice to me and those around me. When we begin new relationships we see only the nice things people want us to see. (yes even me)

SJ: That is so true, unfortunately. Tell us a bit about the projects you are working on now?

Betty: Oh, how I’d love to say Betty is knee-deep into a new adventure. But, the truth is she’s been a real goof off lately.

Who knows when the characters will return to pester me. I didn’t even know Zeke Kincaid existed until one day he showed up demanding his story be told.

SJ: Betty, you crack me up. It sounds to me like you better have your listening ears ready, I see a quiet time in your very near future. Thanks so much for visiting with me today, Betty, this was a lot of fun. 


No one could accuse Ezekiel Kincaid of not knowing his own mind. A mind once made-up he stood behind with every inch of his six-foot-four inch frame. Another thing no one could accuse him of was not taking his time to find the right woman. Thirty-two years it took him to get here.

The small black box scooted across the table propelled by Ezekiel’s strong unfailing hand.

The woman across the table from him stared down at it. A smile from her set his heart to beat faster. He thought she was beautiful. She was young. She was enthralled with him.

‟Mr. Kincaid, is that for me?”

‟Of course, and it’s Zeke, remember.”

The young woman blushed. Zeke’s thoughts traveled down a road that told him she’d have a hell of a lot more to blush about once he had his hands on her.

‟Open it.”

It wasn’t a suggestion. Ezekiel Kincaid demanded she do so. Lori Ann Baxter never met the likes of the man whose table she shared, so she didn’t recognize the difference. Slender well manicured fingers gingerly picked up the velvet the box.

The hinges stiff from the newness as it seemed to resist opening. If it made a sound it could not be heard over the noise in the room.

Lori Ann expected earrings. Many men before Mr. Kincaid gave her presents. Earrings usually or a pin, but the contents of the case stunned her speechless.

‟Mr. Kincaid, I…”

The raised eyebrow on the face of the man she addressed caused her to stumble.

‟I mean, Zeke, I’m speechless. I never expected you. I mean we’ve only known each other seven days. I… I… .

The box closed with a snap. A snap that for the couple sitting there seemed to resonate through out the boisterous room.

‟The rings are exquisite, but I will not marry you.”

Lori Ann scooted the box back across the white linen table cloth. Back toward the man, whom no one ever dare reject before whether in business or his personal life.

Ezekiel sat there statue still. Only the throbbing blood vessel near his left temple gave anyone a hint of the anger consuming him at the moment.

Lori Ann looked sophisticated in the worldly sense of the word. In reality she lived a sheltered life, so unlike the personification of the woman people saw on stage.

Zeke didn’t respond to her rejection. Instead he chose to look around the room. The smoke filed air greeted his lungs as he took a deep breathe to calm down. The riotous noise that moments before he ignored, now echoed inside his head. Gratefully, the lights became subdued. The odor of the candle wax and oil lamps blended with the tobacco haze as the stage hands extinguished them. Only the lamps above the stage and the numerous candles stretched across the edge of the stage remained lit.

The stage took on a life all its own as it glowed, and the flames throwing their light danced when compared to the darkness now closing in around the tables and the rows of seats forming the audience.

A woman trying emulate the famous Jennie Lind walked on stage. She even copied her walk. The orchestra played, “I can but weep” by Robert Shumman.

The room quieted. The newest singer in a long sky-blue gown under the lights began to sing.

“When looking on thine a-sured eyes…”

Ah, now that woman could sing. Zeke thought.

He meant, Miss. Lind not the impostor in front of the crowd. Zeke knew because, he’d been one of those who parted with two hundred dollars just a few months ago. Money, he considered well spent. Miss Jenny Lind sung her heart out for the crowd in New York City, and he sat in the front row.

The vision in blue bowed and the room leaped to life with applause, cat-calls, and wild stomping of feet. Lori Ann finished clapping and turned to Zeke. An empty chair greeted her.

Not that anyone noticed, Lori Ann sighed with relief.

Buy Links:

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Betty Carlton is a time long resident of the tar-heel state. It was late in her life before she realized those pesky people in her headwere characters who had something to say.

Even though she loved to read being a writer was never on her ‘Bucket list.’ She likes to read fluffy romance novels where the dukefinds his duchess or the cowboy rides into the sunset with his lady love to live happily-ever-after.

Imagine her surprise, when she finally put pen to paper and discovered her leading men at times barely could be called a hero. Her stories have been referred to as dark, erotica, at times anguishing. She never had so much fun as when working the story lines. However, true to herself there’s always a happy ending.

‟Reading should take you away, but always leave you with hope.


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Delilah’s Passion by Sarah Bella & Writer Advice

Delilah’s Passion by Sarah Bella

Publisher: Sizzler Editions

Length:  193 pages

Sub-Genres:  contemporary, erotic

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I have the lovely Sarah Bella here today and she isn’t empty handed. First, gaze on that beautiful cover and see all the links and details at the top of the post. Next is her Rafflecopter code for a tour wide give away ***You could win a Gift basket with an E-copy of Delilah’s Passion, Cookbook that follows the book, T-shirt, and swag!!***, followed by the blurb for Delilah’s Passion, some great advice for new authors, an excerpt from Delilah’s Passion, Sarah’s bio, and last I have the buy links for Delilah’s Passion.

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Delilah Steele was living the high life. She had a high-powered job, a man she loved and nothing was holding her back. When her world, and her trust, was irrevocably shattered by the man she loved, Delilah had no choice but to return to the town she grew up in – and couldn’t wait to leave. There she goes to work for Aiden Dean, a handsome heartbreaker who seems to have his eye on Delilah. When Delilah’s long-absent father arrives on the scene, she has to figure out how to cope with his presence and desire to be a part of her life. Now Delilah has to learn how to live – and love – all over again. Will her hard knocks past continue to haunt her, or will Aiden break through her tough exterior and show her that forever can be a good thing?

Advice for the Emerging Author:

I’ve had a different journey into publishing than most authors. After finishing and submitting Delilah’s Passion, I had to wait. There’s nothing to do after hitting send unless you start another project. So I started another project. I did NaNoWriMo – National novel writing month and wrote 14 days of Oh.

That’s when my path shifted. I decided to focus on getting my name out there as many times and ways as I could. I set a goal to submit thirty pieces of writing to publishing houses in 2011. I wrote everything from flash fiction to novellas and I met my goal. Of the thirty pieces I submitted, nine were accepted. I am currently published with six different small presses.

I learned more in twelve months of submitting that I would have learned in five years of writing and submitting novels. Why? Because I did it thirty times.

My favorite piece of writing advice changes depending on what I’m working on, but I think that in general, the most important thing for a newbie author to learn is how to accept and apply constructive criticism.

The key, I think, is to use only a beta or pre-reader whom you trust implicitly. That way, when you’re reading their edits and suggestions, you know they’re raising valid concerns. You trusted their opinion enough to let them read your MS and you need to remind yourself of that when your instinct is to curl up and protect your story.

There is validity in every concern brought up by a pre-reader and you have to learn to separate your feelings about the story from the editing process. Once you do that, you’re golden.


Delilah took her time, enjoying a few more minutes in the fresh
powder. When she finally made her way inside, Aiden was already
sitting on the couch in his flannel pajama pants and a University of
Minnesota sweatshirt, drinking a cup of hot cocoa. He nodded toward
the end table where she saw a second cup of cocoa, presumably
intended for her.
She peeled off her soggy gloves and hat, dropping them to the tile
floor. Kicking futilely at her boots, she tried to pry them off her feet.
“I need dry jeans before the cocoa is going to do me any good.” She
laughed and hopped around the entry, trying to get her boots off.
The dryer buzzed. “That would be your fleece pants. Cozy and
warm from the dryer.”
“Ooh.” She moaned excitedly as she ran into the laundry room
behind the staircase. Delilah shucked her wet jeans and underwear
and threw them in the laundry tub, stepping into warm, fuzzy, fleecy
bliss. She walked back out to the couch and Aiden, rolling her
shoulders and snuggling into her warm pants.
“The only thing that could make this more perfect would be my
slipper boots and a roaring fire.” She curled up on the couch opposite
Aiden pulled her slippers out from behind his back, handing them
over with one hand while the other picked up a remote from the arm
of the couch and clicked a button.
The fire in the gas fireplace roared to life and Delilah threw her
head back and laughed.
“I guess you think you know me well, or something like that?
Hmm?” she winked. “You are too damn funny.”
“I think I know you about as well as any two people can possibly
know each other after seven short weeks.” Aiden tapped his long
fingers on his chin, pretending to be deep in contemplation.
“Short, hmm?” Delilah teased. “They’ve seemed pretty long to me.
So long that it seemed like they dragged, actually.”
Aiden scowled at her, crossing his arms and feigning offense.
She liked the way his nose crinkled up and his heavy brows drew
together, but she loved the way the muscles in his arms drew his shirt
tightly against him as he moved.
“Are you insinuating that I am less than exemplary company?
Because I have it on good authority that I am exceptionally
entertaining. And I have a nice tush.” He winked at her.
“I guess if you call being sold into slave labor entertaining, then
sure, I’m thoroughly entertained.” Delilah shifted on the couch,
turning so her back was against the armrest and tucked her legs
beneath herself.
“You sold your own soul, woman. That had nothing to do with
me,” he argued jokingly.
“You bought it.”
“See, merely a business transaction.” Delilah pulled on her slippers
and swatted Aiden lightly on the shoulder.

Author Bio:

Sarah is a small town Minnesota girl who calls pop by its proper name – pop. She wrote her first novel when she was fourteen; it may or may not have been up to industry standards. She now writes both novels and short stories in the romance, mystery/suspense, paranormal and erotica genres.

She loves traveling anywhere south of the equator and finds that a nice dark microbrew can help get the creative juices flowing. When she’s not writing or traveling, you can find Sarah with her nose buried in a book. Sarah lives in the small town she grew up in with her husband, three children, her cat and her dog.

Buy Links

Amazon | Sizzler Editions | All Romance eBooks

Spotlight: Stuck by Sascha Illyvich and Query Secrets

Stuck by Sascha Illyvich

Publisher: Sizzler Editions

Length:  116 pages

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I have a special treat for you today, Sascha Illyvich is in the ehome. He’s sharing a bit from one of his many releases AND he’s giving Query advice. He breaks it down and gives us something to focus on. Thank you, Sascha. I have a bunch of his links above and you can click the pretty cover to see Stuck on Amazon. After you get hooked by the blurb, you’ll find Sascha’s Query tips, then the Excerpt from Stuck, and at the bottom you’ll find a bit more information about Sascha.


Kandy is a young, free spirit. Not afraid to live life, she pushes her body and soul to the limit, hitting all the loud metal concerts, knocking back drinks with the best of them, and coming home hung over to Ian Richards, the man who has taken her under his wing since she came to live with him after her parents died years ago.

Of course, Ian has a past too. He and his ex-wife parted on friendly enough terms, but he still feels guilty for their breakup. It seems to him that his sexy little roommate, who happens to be nine years younger than him, was a part of their problem. Only, his concern for her seemed fatherly until she comes home one night after a Slipknot concert and decides to seduce him. After all, she’s old enough.

For someone her age, she’s wise beyond her years, which even Ian can give her, but still. Can Kandy show Ian that in order to grow, he has to get his priorities straight? Can he get out of his head and let go of the past long enough to see just what he has under his nose? Or will he cling to memories of the past failures and remain stuck?

Prepping That 1st Query

As an editor the easiest thing I can get to weed out crappy books from good ones is that query letter.  All authors should know how to query and for whom.  The process may differ between editors, agents etc.

Now, a little full disclosure here.  I’ve had a few glasses of bourbon because this topic, while is something I’m good at, is still something that makes THIS industry deity shiver.  I think it’s just the nature of the beast.  That being said, you want that query to do two things:

  1. It needs to capture my attention
  2. Justify the cost of acquiring your book

Let’s start with how to capture my attention (and consequently, that of an agent.)  Opening hooks are the greatest tool an author has.  A great opening hook automatically makes me perk up and wish to keep reading to further discover what treat you have in store for me.  It’s like the opening line of your book, only “businessified.”  Yeah, I just made that word up.

The businessification of your opening line comes from the segue.  For example, with my query for Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub Mix) which is represented by the Corvisiero Literary Agency, the opening line was  Can open honesty lead to trust?  Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker (Dub Mix) explores this idea with Prince Faolan and Millie the Fae in modern day America and Faery. 

The first question piqued her interest, the second said what.  Then I brought out the big guns and in a pithy, yet descriptive manner, gave the rundown of the plot.  By the way, plotting meticulously makes this job MUCH easier as you’ll know the ins and outs of your book.  Relating your characters struggle into one sentence, with an extra clarifying statement that continues to draw me the editor (Or Marisa, the agent) in and keep us wondering makes for a solid query.

Now let’s talk about my second point.  Justification that me acquiring this book as an editor, or an agent seeking to make money off your story is not really as hard as it seems.  You simply need to understand your market in its total capacity.

With Covenant of Wolves 1: Stalker(Dub Mix) my description identified the market.  You know from reading it that fans of paranormal romance and fantasy are going to want this book.  You’ll see that fans of erotic romance will want this book.  Yet you’ll also learn what the romantic conflict is.  Again, plotting meticulously makes this part so much easier that the query practically writes itself.

You’ll want to wrap that query up and leave us hanging.  I as an editor want to know what’s next.  My agents, both of them, want to know what’s next so you must build our excitement.  You’ll also want to have a unique angle.  With “Stalker” the uniqueness is the cyberpunk aspect of a universe that traditionally eschews tech because it’s bad for the Fae.  Then I came in and said “let’s make the dark kingdom cyberpunk and see what happens.”  Marisa liked it enough to rep the book.  That works.  What’s your unique hook on the story told?

If you’ve done that and we’re requesting the story, you are free to rely on your superior talent to carry you through to the next stage.


Speeding down I-45 towards Dallas, he didn’t know what he was thinking when he let her drive.  It was one thing to say “here, let’s take my car,” and another to say “Kandy, you drive.”

He should have known better.

Taking his car was a better choice, it was brand new.  He took very good care of his new Jaguar, but Kandy just had to test the new fuel injection system on the highway this time of year.  She just had to test the sound system complete with the latest and cleanest speakers on the market.

It wouldn’t be so bad if she listened to something calmer than the vocalist from Mudvayne scream.

Of course, maybe she identified.  The vocalist was quite pissed off, but he had to be in his early twenties, right?

Stopping at a truck stop in Centerville, they both got out, stretching their legs.  Kandy was dressed in blue jeans that hugged her well rounded ass and emphasized just how tiny she was, a red velvet jacket that hid her frame.  She wore a tight black top, showing Ian plenty of cleavage.  Her bright red ponytail swung over the curve of her ass.  Complete with two inch boots, she was a knockout!

Ian dressed more conservatively.  Black slacks, a beautiful purple ribbed sweater that Kandy bought him last year for Christmas, and his trusty Bostonians.  Black of course.

Finishing up, Ian met Kandy outside the store and walked with her, arm in arm towards the car.

“I’ll drive,” Ian looked sternly into Kandy’s beautiful eyes.

Kandy pouted, “You don’t like my driving?”

“No,” Ian’s voice was firm.

“Coward.” Sticking her tongue out at him made Ian think of things he shouldn’t.  This was just a little vacation, right?

“Fine,” she retorted to his silence.  But I get to crank up the music still.”

Ian sighed heavily.

“Yay!” Kandy jumped up, clapping like a little girl who’d just gotten permission to eat sweets.

They got in the car and immediately, Kandy turned up the stereo.  More Mudvayne.

Ian groaned.

“Oh come on, there’s passion behind this band. You know what that is, don’t you?”

Ian groaned loudly.  “Yes, I know what passion is.”

“Was.  Until,” she stopped herself.

Ian was quick to catch her mistake.  “How old are these guys?”

It was too late.  Kandy had drifted into the heavy rhythms of the bass players’ slap technique.

They were just outside Dallas when Kandy reached over and put her hand on Ian’s thigh.  Twitching, he ignored her, feeling deaf.  She’d switched out Mudvayne for a louder band with a vocalist who vacillated between sounding like an angel, or like he’d swallowed pins for breakfast.

Jerking when her hand inched up his thigh, Ian looked at Kandy, thrashing to the music.  Well, that was a term for it anyway.

Before Ian became fully cognizant, Kandy’s hand had managed to find its’ way to his crotch.  The warmth of her hand was welcome, but dangerous.

“What are you doing?” he asked when his zipper slid down.

Kandy reached a hand into his pants, threading her fingers through his boxers.

Choking back a groan, Ian managed to keep his eyes on the road.  It had grown considerably darker now.

“What the hell are you doing, Candace?”

“Mmm, don’t call me Candace,” she purred before freeing his cock.  She began stroking it, her fingers warming and massaging his rigid cock.

“I can’t pull over for this nonse–” he couldn’t finish the sentence.  Keeping his eyes focused on the road, he realized her warm breath had kissed his cock.

Then her lips fell over him.

“I can’t be–oh god Kandy your mouth is so warm…”

Her lips brushed the head of his swollen member, Ian’s knees jerked against the gas pedal, sending them within inches of the car in front of them.

The car in front of them honked, flipped Ian off and changed lanes.

Ian peered down, then at the driver who gave him a thumbs up once he glanced over to see Kandy’s mouth working him over.

Ian groaned pleasurably.  His body was on fire, his nerves ready to explode in Kandy’s mouth, but he maintained control.  If she wasn’t careful, they’d wreck.

It started to snow.

“Fucking great!”  Ian choked the words out when she sank his cock completely inside her mouth.

“I know,” Kandy replied.  “You taste so damn good,” she licked the head of his cock like a lollipop.  Ian grunted, trying to concentrate on the road, but Kandy’s tongue snaked around his shaft, sliding up one side and down another.

Clutching the steering wheel, his knuckles had turned white by now, and his thighs ached from his trying to remain in control of his car.

It purred, or at least he thought it did until he slowed the car and saw Kandy, purring against his cock.  The sensation sent shivers racing through him.  Her hot mouth covered him, sliding his cock out of her mouth with a popping sound.

“Kandy,” he gritted his teeth together.  Slowing the car, he heard her giggle.

“This is so fun though,” she lowered her mouth over his cock, brushing the sensitive skin with her teeth.

The friction of her wet lips against his swollen sex was enough to drive him wild.  “You should stop,” he reiterated, “or I’ll come in your mouth.”

“That’s the idea,” she licked him again.

Thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to buck her, he quickly realized that he only added to their pleasure.

She wasn’t going to stop.

Ian didn’t care right now.  The speed sign passed by too quickly for him to see what the legal limit was, but it didn’t matter.  His gray jaguar could outrun any patrol car, but he really didn’t want to have matters come to that.

“Kandy,” he lowered a hand to her hair, stroking her curls, playing, tangling his fingers in her silky hair.

“Silly pet,” she uttered and moved up and down his cock faster and faster, excitement building in him.  His throbbing cock jerked in her mouth once, his control over his body gone.


Proclaimed by the Publishing industry as the Bad Boy of Romance, I started writing thirteen years ago. My erotic romances have been listed under the Night Owl Romance and Road to Romance’s Recommended read list, as well nominated for a CAPA by The Romance Studio

I host the Unnamed Romance Show on Radio Dentata and continue to write for Sizzler Editions and Total E-bound. Readers can find my work, plus free reads at http://saschaillyvichauthor.com

I edit for Sizzler Editions Intoxication Erotic Romance line and I’m also part of the WriteSex Panel, a blog group defining erotica for writers in any genre! Find us at http://www.writesex.net