Wednesday, March 11, 2015

cover reveal - Aimee and the Heartthrob (and a bonus)

Before you can see the pretties, I wanted to say how excited I am about this project, my first YA novel. Its planning and creation has been a joy, and it just MIGHT be my favorite of all my books so! of course I didn't mean that... *strokes my other books*

Backstage Pass Books series:

Five guys thought winning a making-of-the-band reality TV show would be the pinnacle of their career…until their band scored a sell-out stadium tour and became the hottest group in the country. Trying to keep their personal lives out of the tabloids while they maneuver media near-disasters and dodge rabid fans leaves little time for romance—not that their manager would allow it anyway.

But maybe, if their luck holds out, a summer on the road might lead each guy to that one girl he’s been waiting his whole life to sing for…if fame doesn’t get in the way.

Join The Heartthrob, The Bad Boy, The Big Brother, The Shy Boy, and The Cute One as they hit the road in search of their one true love. Could it be you?

Aimee and the Heartthrob (Backstage Pass #1) - releasing 4/14/15
He never noticed her before, but now she's all he can see…

Miles Carlisle is every teen girl’s fantasy. His rugged good looks and exotic British accent have helped catapult his boy band, Seconds to Juliet, to super-stardom. But after two disastrous and very public breakups, Miles isn’t interested in dating just any girl; he wants The One. And the only girl he’s interested in is not only his best friend’s little sister―and off-limits―but won’t even give him the time of day…

As a kid, Aimee Bingham had a huge thing for Miles...until he made fun of her for always tagging along. Now that she's outgrown both him and her pigtails. the prospect of spending two weeks on tour with the childhood crush who broke her heart isn't exactly enticing. Except now Miles seems interested. Very interested. And no matter how hard Aimee tries to resist him, her crush is definitely making a comeback.

But everyone knows that falling for a heartthrob is a backstage pass to heartbreak...  

**This Entangled Teen Crush book contains references to drug use, drinking, some sexual content, and lots and lots of kissing. Its swoonworthy hero may ruin all others for you.
Add to your Goodreads HERE.


Mia and the Bad Boy (Backstage Pass #2), by Lisa Burstein - releasing 5/19/15
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This good girl’s about to meet her match… 

Ryder Brooks is living the dream—he’s famous, loved by millions of girls, and miserable. All he really wants is to write his own music, not Seconds to Juliet’s sugary sweet pop. In order to do that, though, the “bad boy” of the band will have to play by the rules. And that includes behaving with his new—and super cute—├╝ber-good-girl tutor.

Mia Reyes is in fangirl heaven. Tutoring her favorite member of her favorite band? It’s a dream come true…until it turns into a complete nightmare. Ryder is nothing like she thought. He’s crude, arrogant, and pretty much a total jerk. And the worst part? She’s roped into pretending to be his girlfriend so that no one finds out he’s being tutored. Fake kisses, plenty of PDA, and even sharing his hotel room… 

But sometimes even the baddest of bad boys needs a little redemption. 

Add to your Goodreads HERE

Stay tuned for more info on the next three Backstage Pass books!

Friday, March 6, 2015

Friday, February 27, 2015

Live long and prosper.

To celebrate the life and career of our favorite alien scientist, here are some of my favorite excerpts from Leonard Nimoy's first memoir published in 1975, I AM NOT SPOCK (a very misleading titled, for it is clear he loved that green-blooded Vulcan).
RIP, Mr. Spock...
I am not Spock.
     Then why does my head turn in response to a stranger on the street who calls out that name? Why do I feel a twinge when someone says, "What happened to your ears?"
     I am not Spock. Then why do I feel a wonderful warmth when I hear or read a compliment aimed at the Vulcan?
     Spock for President reads the bumper sticker on teh car in front of me. I'm filled with pride and I smile...
     Recently I sat with a group of actors I'd just met... As I was leaving one of the actresses said, "Leonard, we love you." I smiled and I was warmed. I said, "Thank you" but I wanted to add, "I'll tell him when I see him."
     She loves Spock! I know it! I'm sure of it!...
     That's nice. More than nice, it's wonderful. But standing silently behind my shoulder is a very jealous, ever-present Vulcan!!

SPOCK: Tell her I accept her compliment, emotional though it may be.
NIMOY: What compliment?
SPOCK: She said they love me.
NIMOY: That is not what she said. She specifically said, "Leonard, we love you." And I know there's nothing wrong with your hearing!
SPOCK: If you're so certain of her intent, why are you becoming agitated?
NIMOY: That's ridiculous. Every time I'm paid a compliment you grab it away. You grab it up for yourself!
SPOCK: Would she have paid you that compliment if not for me?
SPOCK: Then how can you claim it for your own?

     Sometimes I'll get on airplane and somebody'll flash me the Vulcan salute. Or some nice lady will ask for my autograph and I'll proudly sign "Leonard Nimoy," and then she'll say, "Please sign it Mr. Spock. That's the way my son knows you."
     Sometimes I get tired of the struggle and I simply sign, Spock. I tell myself it's faster. It's only five letters instead of twelve. But who am I kidding? No one. I do it because the look in this particular child's eyes says, "I love you, Mr. Spock" and I know that if I signed any other name, two people would be cheated: The child and Spock, and I can't do that. I don't want to hurt that child, and I must be fair to the Vulcan. I think he would do that same for me.

And this is made of just too much awesome to not share...

Tuesday, February 17, 2015

Did you suggest a band name?

So yeah, I totally finessed the below from our backstagepass blog, because I'm just that lazy.  But it's all super-cool stuff, so check it out. Oh and click HERE to follow BSP on Facebook, and get all the cool haps!

Wow. This has been super-hard. We asked you to name our band, and you answered us! As you can imagine, getting five authors to agree to anything is like herding cats in zero gravity… but we came to some kind of consensus which resulted in slightly more winners that we had imagined. Our minds were blown by your ingenuity!

Your suggestions were awesome, funny, crazy and all around amazing. Some of our favorites included “Hey Juliet” from Mary, DV8 suggested by Leah, and The Cherry Sundays from Susan. Five Miles from Nowhere suggested by Rachel Gilbert resonated with nearly everyone…until we found a band had already come up with that name *shakes fists at sky*! Five by Five was well received too, as it had multiple meanings for us—so thank you Christine for that one.
So we started playing around with half of one suggestion and half of another… until we totally got ourselves in a muddle that we had to bring out the big guns to unravel: the dreaded spreadsheet! From that we selected a combination of names and winners.
This is a lie
For our main winner, we let the number generator pick (because we couldn’t decide!) out of all the Rafflecopter entries, plus those who commented. That winner was Lori. She will get her name in at least one of our books and will also get a $50 Amazon gift card. Please email us, Lori, with your Amazon account email addy so we can email you the gift card!
Leah, Rachel, Christine, Susan, and Amber Shepherd (for the sheer number for good ideas she had), will get little swag pack from us nearer our release date. So please contact us at and leave us your mailing addresses!
Now all there is left to do is to tell you the name of Miles, Ryder, Trevin, Will and Nathan’s band…

Sooooooooon! We promise :D

Wednesday, February 4, 2015

Cover Reveal - "The Reality O" (viewer discretion is advised!)


Title: The Reality O
Author: Candy Sloane/Lisa Burstein
Age Group: Adult
Genre: Comedy/Erotic Romance

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About a year ago, a book titled "Sneaking Candy" (which is FREE right now!) was released. It was about a creative writing graduate student (Candice Salinas) and her erotic romance author alter-ego (Candy Sloane). Readers, like me, fell in love with Candy and so did author Lisa Burstein. Lisa fell so much in love SHE WROTE A BOOK as Candy Sloane."The Reality O" is Candy Sloane's first standalone debut erotic romance novel, but it may not be her last...
Fifteen Contestants, Twelve Episodes & One Chance to Rock Her World

When my best friend Allie posted about my need for an inaugural O on a prominent dating website it was meant to be a joke.

A joke she was supposed to delete.

But her post started an internet and media frenzy and, when I was offered fifty thousand dollars to star in my own reality competition show, I had no choice but to say yes.

The show was supposed to help me meet a carnal companion who could finally bring me to climax.
Unfortunately, the one person I want to win the undying allegiance of my, well, you know, can’t be in the running at all.

Now in an L.A. mansion with fifteen very persuasive contestants vying for my attention and one undeniably sexy Production Assistant secretly getting it all the word ACTION has a whole new meaning…

Author's Note: This book is about sex. There are men kissing women, women kissing women, and men kissing lady parts. It is not meant for readers under eighteen, or my mother.
You certainly don't have to read "Sneaking Candy" before you read "The Reality O," but if you would like to it's FREE right now on all e-book platforms!
 Find more information about Sneaking Candy here!

Behind the Scenes
Make me come for the very first time.
Twenty-five-year-old busty, blond, green-eyed, straitlaced librarian,
looking for a guy to be able to do what no one before him has. 
Above you’ll find the joke “Casual Encounters” post my best friend Allie put on Craigslist without my knowledge.
On the bright side, she’d referred to me as busty. On the not so bright side, her bawdy prank started a chain of crazier than crazy events that neither of us could have predicted.
Her post was true. I’d never had an orgasm during sex, or anything else I’d done with someone else. Yes, even with tongues, fingers, and things stuck in places my mother and your mother would not want to hear about things being stuck.
My lack of orgasm without my trusty vibrator wasn’t something I bragged about, but I also didn’t think it was that weird.
I mean, Allie told me it was, but it was like rule number one of being friends with her to never believe anything she said. Her self-described sex life rivaled the tips in Cosmo magazine—the good parts that revealed confidences you were pretty sure no human had ever actually experienced, not the embarrassing anonymous stories that made you feel better about your own boring sex life.
Or at least, they’d made me feel better about mine.
I received the first response to Allie’s post while I was at work shelving books in the miniscule poetry section of the Bangor Public Library. I was using my recently awarded Masters of Library Science degree to its fullest for sure.
My phone buzzed in my back pocket. I picked it up with one hand and squeezed it between my ear and shoulder, balancing a huge volume by E.E. Cummings in my other hand.
At the time I didn’t notice, but now, yes, I see the irony.
“Hello,” I whispered, glancing around to make sure I was alone among the shelves. We weren’t supposed to take calls in the library, and that day I wished I would have followed the rule I continually got reprimanded for breaking.
“I want to make you come,” a breathy voice oozed from the receiver, “I’m going to suck on your sweet, throbbing clit until…”
“Excuse me!?!” I screamed. Well, as loudly as you can in the middle of a library. My heart was pounding so chaotically the people using the free internet could probably hear it anyway.
“I’ll start by licking you nice and slow, all around your honey pot, till you’re begging for it, desperate for more. Then I’ll—”
I hung up. My throat ached. My face dimpled with sweat.
Honey pot? I was too freaked out to even appreciate the humor in a guy trying to talk dirty while using Winnie the Pooh as his muse.  
Yes, freaked out. I was not turned on. I was terrified. I studied the phone number in my recent call list. It was local.
I tried to gather myself, smoothing my tight ponytail as I went back to shelving, but I couldn’t get his voice out of my head. I kept hearing him. The men I went out with never talked to me that way. No one had ever talked to me that way. I certainly didn’t like it, but I also couldn’t deny the adrenaline shooting and pinging through each limb like my body was a pinball machine.
I picked up a slim Anne Sexton paperback—yet another irony in hindsight—and squatted down. His voice still echoed. My thighs burned as I glided my fingers along the back spines on the bottom shelf looking for its space.
My phone vibrated again.
I glanced at the number before I answered, not the breathy-voiced sicko, another local call. I should have just let it go to voicemail. I should have, but I didn’t.
“Hello,” I answered, hesitantly, rubbing one finger along the frame of my glasses—chunky and bright red, a perfect contrast to my olive green eyes and the one style decision that always made people wonder about me.
“Hey baby,” a growl slithered over the line, “I hear you need a real man.”
“Who is this?” I whispered.
“Your daddy.”
I held out the phone and stared at it like it had come to life. I could still hear his voice thrusting through the receiver.
“You want it, don’t you? I’m going to bend you over a table and shove my twelve-inch-cock into your dripping wet pussy again and again, my finger right—”
I clicked end and threw my phone on the ground. My pulse was pounding so feverishly against my neck it was choking me. What the hell was going on?
Also, who in this world had a twelve-inch-cock? How did he walk with that thing unless he used it as a cane?
My phone came to life again, buzzing and lighting up from where it lay on the floor, like a horror movie where you thought the monster was dead, but really he was invincible.
I picked it up with the tips of two fingers and looked at it, yet another local number I didn’t recognize. I clicked for the call to go to voicemail.
It was 11:00 a.m., too early to take lunch, but I didn’t care. My phone vibrated in my hand as yet another call lit up the screen. I forced it to voicemail and texted Allie to drop everything and meet me at The Sundown.
If it was too early to take lunch, it was definitely too early to have a drink, but I needed one. It had to be five o’clock somewhere considering it was sex o’clock on my phone.

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About the Author
Candy Sloane is an erotic romance author and the fictional creation of Lisa Burstein from the New Adult Novel Sneaking Candy. The Reality O is her debut novel.
Lisa Burstein is the author of the Young Adult Novels: Pretty Amy and Dear Cassie, and the New Adult Novels & Novellas: Sneaking Candy, The Next Forever, The Possibility of Us, and Again. She lives in Portland, Oregon with her very patient husband, a neurotic dog and two cats. 

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