POINSETTIA - The 2015 Original Sinners Christmas Story

Dear Sinners,

2015 has been a wonderful year for the Original Sinners. THE SAINT won the coveted RITA Award for Best Erotic Romance. THE KING won the prestigious Lambda Award for Best Gay Erotica. And THE QUEEN, the eighth and final (for now, not forever) Original Sinners novel came out to wonderful reviews. And I have all of my beautiful readers to thank for the many successes this year has brought me.

Christmas is not always the most wonderful time of the year for the many gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, and intersex people who are estranged from their families. This year's Christmas story concerns two such people--Søren and Magdalena. Søren speaks of Magdalena, his mentor in sadism, in THE MISTRESS and THE KING. I thought it was high time you all met this cruel and lovely lady who was so important to Søren in the years before he met Nora. I hope you love her much as I do. 

To my fellow Christians, I say Merry Christmas.

Too all others, I say that whatever holiday you celebrate, perhaps none at all, I wish you the best of Decembers, the brightest of winters, and the happiest of new years.

Now let us all resolve right here and right now to be more loving to each other in 2016, to be kinder and more forgiving and more welcoming to those who need it most. Perhaps if we do, Heaven will feel a little less fictional, a little less far away.

Or we can be mean. But only in the sexy way like Magdalena and Søren are.

The 2015 Original Sinners Christmas story, POINSETTIA, has been revised and is now available exclusively in the collection WINTER TALES.

Yours,

Tiffany Reisz 

Original Sinner Ebook Sale - Happy Spanksgiving!

Hi Sinners!

Quick happy news! You can now get THE SAINT for a mere 99 cents (US ebook only). 

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And don't forget THE SIREN is also on sale for only $1.99 (US ebook only).

Happy reading! Happy sinning! Happy SPANKSgiving!

Tiffany Reisz 

An Invitation to the BDSM Writers Conference in Everett, Washington

Hello Sinners!

Big News! I'm going to be the keynote speaker at the first ever West Coast BDSM Writers Conference, taking place March 31-April 3 in Everett, Washington.

Please join me! I'd love to see all my West Coast sinners there. There will be workshops, panels, book signings, live demos, and me giving a speech about something. I promise I'll have a topic by March. 

I hope you all can come! I also hope you all can attend. *WINK*

See you in Everett, Sinners!

Tiffany Reisz, Keynote

THE QUEEN - An Excerpt Starring a Certain Priest in a Very Bad Mood

Attention Sinners!

THE QUEEN is coming! Are you ready for it? Be sure to pre-order your ebook or paperback copy so you get it on release day! Click HERE for all your preorder links! 

An Excerpt from THE QUEEN Starring a Certain Priest in a VERY Bad Mood

by Tiffany Reisz

“Ahem. Am I interrupting the lesson?”

They pulled away from each other and found Kingsley standing in the playroom doorway.

“No, we’re done for the day,” Nora said.

“Bien. And progress? It was made?”

“I’m okay at it,” Nora said, dropping her whip on the bed. “But it’ll take months to be as good as I need to be.”

“We don’t have that much time,” Kingsley said.

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you decided to put Eleanor on display to the entire world before she was ready.” Søren scowled at Kingsley.

“She’ll be ready one way or another. I have faith in her even if you don’t. Shall I show you out?” Kingsley asked, stepping into the room to leave the doorway empty and open. The air crackled between Kingsley and Søren, not with their old playful sexual tension but with true animosity. She’d wondered if they’d made peace with each other but clearly today was nothing but a temporary détente.

“I know my way out.” Søren released her hand and walked toward the door. “Eleanor. I hope to see you soon. You should come back to church.”

“I’m excommunicated.”

“I spoke to the bishop. You’re welcome to return anytime. Always.”

Eleanor had no words for that. She had no idea how to feel. She’d gotten used to being an outcast and sleeping in on Sundays.

“How magnanimous,” Kingsley said, almost sneering. “A priest and a bishop got together, had tea and decided you were worthy enough to attend their worthless relic of a church on Sundays. You must be so honored they’re going to let you back into the Dirty Old Men Who Like to Fuck Little Boys and Tell Grown Women What to Do with Their Bodies Club.”

Søren turned his attention from her to Kingsley.

“Might I have a word with you?” Søren asked.

“Bien sûr.”

It happened so fast Nora could do nothing but gasp as Søren grabbed Kingsley by the neck and slammed him into the wall. With his body, Søren had Kingsley pinioned like an insect on display in a glass case. His mouth was at Kingsley’s ear, close enough to kiss him.

“You go too far,” Søren said, biting off each word. “You make choices you later regret and then blame anyone but yourself for what you suffer at your own hand. You don’t need me to hurt you. You do that to yourself. You can blame me and you can punish me for all my crimes, real and imagined. But you leave Eleanor out of this petty plan of yours to get your revenge on me. She is my heart. If anything happens to her because of you, I will castrate you. I know how much you want children. I will take that dream from you with my bare hands and a rusty knife. You know what I’m capable of. And you know I know how, because I have done it before. My father survived the procedure. You’ll be lucky if you do.”

“Søren, let him go,” Nora said. “He can’t breathe.”

“He’s probably enjoying it.”

“I’m not. Goddammit, Søren, let him go,” Nora ordered.

Kingsley was struggling, pushing back against Søren, his feet fighting for purchase, his lungs for air.

This wasn’t a game. This wasn’t kink. Søren could kill him any second.

Søren held on and held on. Kingsley struggled and struggled.

Finally, Søren let him go.

Kingsley inhaled hugely, his hand on his neck. Nora started over to him but he raised his hand to stop her.

“It’s fine. I deserved that.” Kingsley expelled the words between breaths.

“No one deserves that,” Nora said, furious.

Søren looked back at her over his shoulder.

“No?” Søren asked, and punched Kingsley in the center of the stomach so hard Kingsley slid down the wall and to the floor.

Søren walked out without another word.

“King?” Nora ran to him and knelt at his side.

“Fine,” he said, his head back, his eyes streaming with tears. “I’m fine.”

“Are you going to tell me you deserved that, too?”

“I did, oui. I absolutely had that coming to me.”

“Don’t take this personally, but I believe that,” she said. If Kingsley said he had it coming to him, then he had it coming to him. Kingsley half laughed, half grunted.

“Did that hurt as much as it looked like it did?” she asked.

“More. Le prêtre is in a bad mood. We’ll have to get used to it.”

“He usually doesn’t go around choking people who piss him off.” Nora shook her head. “Or punching them. I’ve never seen him like this before.”

Kingsley sighed.

“I have.” He grunted again as he moved. “God, it’s like being back in high school again. If he was going to put me in the hospital, he could at least get me off first.”

“You don’t have an erection right now, do you?”

“Not a full one.”

Nora groaned and leaned her forehead against Kingsley’s.

“What are we going to do?” she asked.

“We’ll figure something out. I know you…you’re ten times the domme Milady is.”

“I can’t whip like she does, though.”

“There are other ways to hurt people. As you see.” He laughed a little and tried to stand, then thought better of it and slid back to the floor.

“Yes, there are, aren’t there?” Nora grinned.

“That’s not a good smile.”

“It’s the best smile, King.”

“Why are you smiling when I’m down here dying?”

“Because I can’t learn how to whip like she does by Midsummer. But you can teach me how to throw a punch like that, can’t you?”

Kingsley smiled the same scary smile she wore.

“Milady will never know what hit her.”

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THE SAINT Wins the RITA® for Best Erotic Romance

Hello Sinners!

I'm home from New York City with the best souvenir I could ask for -- a shiny new RITA® statue for THE SAINT, Best Erotic Romance from the Romance Writers of America.

Winning a RITA is a huge honor, and I'm quite frankly still in shock. I have no memory of the few seconds between the moment when they started reading the nominees' names until the moment I start walking up to the stage. I lost ten seconds of time. To quote Søren in THE SAINT, "I might have entered a fugue state." 

In my acceptance speech I thanked my editor Susan Swinwood, my agent Sara Megibow, RWA for adding the Erotic Romance category and my husband Andrew Shaffer. And somehow I ended up thanking Prince Harry probably for just being Prince Harry. As we were asked to give speeches only a minute long, I did have to leave out some people who I need to thank. They are...

Beta reader: Karen Stivali 

Freelance editor: Cyndy Aleo

Assistant: Robin Becht

All three of them gave me invaluable insight and help with a VERY tough re-write of THE SAINT. I can't thank them enough. Also Amanda Usen, Alyssa Palmer, Jenn LeBlanc, and, of course, Andrew Shaffer who have been beta readers for other books in the Original Sinner series. The series would have suffered if not for the help of all my wonderful brilliant beta readers. 

Thank you to Father James Martin, SJ, whose books on the Jesuit life proved wildly helpful when writing THE SAINT. 

Thank you to my family, especially Mom and Dad, for always supporting my nerdy pursuits growing up and never ever censoring what I read as long as I was reading. 

And of course, thank you to Honeytoast and Buckley Cat for keeping me company during the long lonely writing days.

I was nominated with four other world-class romance writers. Thank you to Elia Winters, J. Kenner, Lynda Aicher, and Talia Surova for being so lovely and wonderful and kind. Read them!

Huge congrats to the lovely Michele Arris who won the Golden Heart for Erotic Romance. I can't wait to read her book! 

And now to thank the most important people of all--my readers. If you all hadn't bought THE SIREN, THE ANGEL, THE PRINCE, and THE MISTRESS, I would never have gotten the opportunity to write THE SAINT. Thank you for buying the books, reading them, pimping them to all your friends, and reviewing them. You all keep the series alive and kicking. I couldn't have written this weird naughty wicked wild eight-book series without you. I thank you and Nora thanks you and Kingsley thanks you and Søren thanks you. Kingsley also spanks you but that's Kingsley for you. 

Two weeks ago I tweeted about how cool it was that Kingsley had won a Lambda Literary Award for THE KING and Nora had won an RT Editor's Choice Award for THE SIREN. Wouldn't it be cool if Søren won a RITA for THE SAINT? What can I say? It's the power of Søren...

How's THAT for the Unholy Trinity? 

I had a wonderful time at RWA. So great to meet Janice Maynard and Carla Neggers and hug Tessa Dare and Courtney Milan and have dinner with Rose Fox and talk shop with Shoshanna Evers and get silly with Trent Hart and go on a boat tour with Jenn LeBlanc and discuss Honeytoast's mental state with Suleikha Snyder. A good time was had by me. 

Oh, and we went to a Mets game. #BaseballButts 

Thank you, RWA! Thank you, NYC! Thank you, Harlequin Mira! Thank you to my beautiful readers!