Announcing Sinful Ever After

Sinful Ever After

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Announcing Sinful Ever After, book five in the Sinful Serenade series. This collection of sequel novellas–one for each couple– follows the men of Sinful Serenade, and the women they love, as they figure out what their future holds.

Sinful Ever After is a collection of four sequel novellas, one for each couple in the series.

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Megara

Thankfully, we’re in Miles’s sedan and not on his death bike. The motorcycle has grown on me in the last year, but I’m in no state for it today.

I aspire to make conversation but my lids are heavy. I close my eyes, rest my head against the window, and drift in and out of sleep.

Miles squeezes my hand. “You’re exhausted, aren’t you?”

I nod.

“Was thinking about taking you to a hotel in Beverly Hills and fucking you against the wall.”

“You were not. You’re teasing.”

“I was thinking about it.” He smiles. “Wasn’t a plan yet, but it occupied a lot of space in my thoughts.”

“It’s been twenty nine days.”

“I’ve been counting.”

“I think you’re as responsible for my hand cramps as finals are.”

He laughs. “For once, I beat school.”

“Miles, it’s been twenty-nine days.”

“It has.”

“And we aren’t having sex right now.”

“Better change that soon.” He squeezes my hand.

I squeeze back. He rubs the space between my thumb and my pointer finger with his thumb. It’s sweet, intimate. He’s really here. We’re really in the same space together.

And I’m really exhausted.

I press my eyelids together and I get lost in the rhythm of the road.

My hands go to the zipper of my hoodie. I have a surprise for him, but I’m terrified to reveal it. This is serious, forever, the next level of commitment.

It’s been a year, but we haven’t talked much about forever. A while back, he asked about getting married. I said I wanted to wait until I was done with my first year of medical school, and that was it. We haven’t talked about anything since.

We haven’t even discussed getting a place together. I stay with my parents during the week—they live twenty minutes from campus—and with Miles on the weekends—his place is nearly two hours from school, depending on the traffic.

The zipper is cool against my skin. I pull it down an inch but I can’t will myself to pull it down anymore.

Soon. I need to do it the first chance I get. Before the sex. I don’t want him getting derailed when we finally get out of our clothes.

It’s been way too long.

Miles changes lanes and exits the freeway. He pulls onto a familiar street. We’ve been here before. Together.

Oh.

There’s a cemetery on our left.

The cemetery where his uncle is buried.

It’s a strange choice for a celebration, but it’s perfect.

Miles parks and helps me out of the car. He slides one arm around my waist.

His eyes go to the ground. I’m not sure I’ve ever seen him bashful before.

“You don’t have to explain,” I say.

“Sure you don’t want a celebration with champagne on the beach?” He leads me through the wrought iron gates.

“Neither one of us drinks.”

“Sparkling apple cider.”

“I don’t like sparkling apple cider.”

“What if I’m licking it off your tits?”

“Then you’re the one drinking it.”

He laughs. “You really are cute.”

It used to annoy me when he called me cute, but I’ve grown to appreciate the compliment.

The shining sun casts a glow over the vivid green grass. The world is alive today. Except for the mild chill in the air, there’s no signs of winter here. The sky is bright blue and free of clouds. The air is somewhere between crisp and warm.

I follow Miles to his uncle’s grave. Damon Webb. Father. Uncle. Friend.

“We were here a year ago.” Miles’s eyes fix on mine. “You remember what I said about Damon?”

“How he’d sit you down and tell you to stop running from your feelings?”

“Yeah. I always have a lot of time to think when we’re on the road. That’s how it started, me using drugs. Needed a way to shut out my thoughts. Never did learn to turn them off.” He runs his fingers through my hair.

“I know.” I lean into his touch. “Everyone runs sometimes.”

“You don’t. You never did.”

“Yes, I did. Just I used school instead of drugs.” I stare into his clear blue eyes. I don’t want to run either.

Here goes nothing. I press my lips together. “I have to show you something.”

“Let me go first.” He presses his palm into my lower back. “Okay?”

I nod.

“This tour, it felt like we were traveling twenty hours a day. I had a lot of time to myself. Mostly, I thought about you. About us having a life together. About how much brighter my life is than it was before I met you. Used to be the only thing that soothed me was writing a song or stepping on stage. Then I met you.” He stares back at me. “I know I promised to wait until you finished your first year of med school, but I have to do this now. I have to do it here.” Miles lowers himself onto his knee.

He… he’s really doing this.

He pulls a ring box from his jeans and flips it open. “Megara Smart, will you marry me?”

It’s Play Your Heart Out Release Day!!!

Today is the official release day for Play Your Heart Out!

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Amazon Link To Buy

I’m not the biggest fan of release days. I get nervous. Really nervous. I worry people won’t like that latest book or that it won’t sell. I worry I’ll have a technical problem. There are a million and one things that can go wrong.

Today is its usual mix of emotions. I’m excited for everyone to read Pete’s book, I’m nervous about its reception, and I’m sad this is the last full length Sinful Serenade novel. Believe me, I’ve seriously considered writing a few sequels for each couple. After four books, I love just hanging out with Miles, Derw, Tom, and Pete. They, and their heroines, feel like my best friends.

I’m super excited to write Sinful Ever After. It’s a collection of novella length extended epilogues, one for each couple. (I’m attempting dual POV. I usually prefer single POV. It’s just my jam. But I know y’all want inside the fellas’ heads so I’m giving it a shot). Without giving too much away, I’ll promise there’s at least one wedding :p I’m really looking forward to giving the band the send off they deserve, and I’m psyched for their appearances in Dangerous Noise, but there’s no denying that Play Your Heart Out marks the end of an era.

Now, I shouldn’t admit this, but I love the Sinful Serenade series the most of everything I’ve written. Sing Your Heart Out was a book I wrote for me as much as I wrote it for anyone else. It was mostly inspired by my high school crush on a certain musician/lyricist, and how badly I wanted someone writing songs about me, having those kinds of intense feelings about me. And, okay, it was also very much inspired by my love of muscular, tattooed men with smart mouths and magic fingers 🙂 When I started Sing Your Heart Out (then titled Untitled Rock Star Romance), I had no idea it would find the audience it did. I get into discussions with other romance authors all the time. Most give the advice to write what is trendy and to write it fast and to write it without getting too unique. But that doesn’t work for me. I have to love what I’m writing, and, my goodness do I adore this series. There is so much of me in the Sinful Serenade series. (I hope that didn’t make for too many Jurassic Park and The Hunger Games references).

It means so much to me that you’ve all come on this journey with me. I hope to see you back for Sinful Ever After and for the Dangerous Noise series.

Best,
Crystal

Play Your Heart Out Teaser

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Play Your Heart Out is coming May 24th

THIS SUPER STEAMY TEASER IS HERE NOW

His eyes cloud with something I can’t place. His gaze goes to the grass, his brow furrowing with concentration. Then he’s looking at me again. “You know all this gossip because your sister is a fan?”

“Yeah.”

He raises a brow, assessing the veracity of my claim. He must believe me because he nods. “You want to make her jealous?”

“We’re not on speaking terms.”

“Why?”

“That’s personal.” My stomach tenses. I want to stop thinking about her. I want my old life to feel like it’s three thousand miles away.

He pulls his phone from his pocket. “You don’t need to speak to her for this. You just need to trust me.”

I scan his face for a clue to his intention but he’s still a mystery.

“Jess, Jess, Jess.” Pete shakes his head in mock outrage. “You seem like such a nice girl, but I see it in your eyes. You want to make her green with envy.”

“Maybe.”

“Do you trust me?” he unlocks his phone and opens the camera app.

I don’t know him. I shouldn’t trust him as much as I do.

The intensity in his eyes spurs me on.

I nod. “Yes.”

Pete turns the phone to selfie mode and angles it towards us. His other hand goes behind my neck. This time, he’s not delicate. He’s not holding back. His fingers dig into my hair. They press against the back of my head as he pulls me into a kiss. His lips brush mine. Then his lips are parting, and mine are parting too.

His tongue slides into my mouth.

Then he’s pulling back. It’s only a taste. A hint.

It’s not enough. I need more.

He looks into my eyes. “Here.” His fingers go to my temples, curl around the edges of my glasses. He pulls them off and sets them on the ground behind him. Then his eyes are back on mine, staring into mine.

My eyelids press together. Yes. More. Now. Please. I need this tall, dark, handsome stranger erasing every worry in my brain. I need his lips on me, his hands on me, his cock…

One thing at a time.

He pulls me into his lap. My knees plant outside his hips. They’re muddy, instantly, but I don’t care. For once, I don’t care about consequences. Only about how intoxicating Pete is.

He presses his palm between my shoulder blades. Heat floods the spot. Then his lips are on mine, his tongue is sliding around mine, and I’m hot everywhere. I clutch at his shoulders. My fingers dig into the cotton fabric of his t-shirt.

I was with Nathan for three years. We kissed a lot. And there were guys before—boyfriends in high school.

It was never like this.

Never close to this.

I’m panting and desperate when Pete releases me. His hands go to his sides. He leaves his phone on the ground. All of his attention is on me. The intensity of his deep brown eyes makes my thighs shake.

If that’s how he kisses…

Having sex with him might actually kill me.

He brushes a stray hair behind my ear. “You want her even more jealous?”

Invite me back to your place. Hell, invite me to the backseat of your car. To the bathroom at that coffee shop. Tell me to skip work and spend the night coming with you. Anything. Anywhere.

I nod. Yes. I need this, need to forget everything except our bodies for a while.

If he doesn’t ask, I will.

He stares into my eyes. “Play my girlfriend.”

Play Your Heart Out Will Not Be the Last Sinful Serenade Book!!!

I’ve heard you loud and clear. Okay, and I’m not ready to let go of Miles, Drew, Tom, and Pete yet. I love them all so much.

There will be a fifth Sinful Serenade book coming out this summer. Other details are forthcoming 🙂

p.s. My favorite guy is Tom and Pete at the same time 😉 Honestly, my favorite is whoever I am writing or reading at the moment. They’re all amazing in their own ways. I know it’s a non-answer, but it’s true!

Can Play Your Heart Out Really be the last Sinful Serenade Book!?!?!?!

edit: Play Your Heart Out will NOT be the last Sinful Serenade book. Book Five, Sinful Ever After, will be out August 2016 🙂

There are only five full days until the Rock Your Heart Out release. I am so excited to share Tom and Willow’s story with you guys. I really think it’s my best book yet.

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But I have to be honest about something– I’m not ready to say goodbye to this series. I love the Sinful Serenade guys so much. I’ve been dragging my heels with Play Your Heart Out (Pete and Jessica’s book) because I’m not ready to be done. And I’ve been thinking: maybe I’m not done. Meg and Miles have story left to tell. But I don’t want to write the rest of their story if my readers think that Meg and Miles’s HEA is enough.

What do you think? Do you want another Sinful Serenade novel or two after Play Your Heart Out? Should I write another novel or two extending Meg and Miles’s story? Would you prefer I extend the series in a different way? Let me know in the comments!

The Billionaire’s Need – Cover Reveal

Coming December 15th, 2015

The second novel in The Billionaire’s Deal Series

featuring Kat’s little sister Lizzy and enigmatic alpha billionaire Nick

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Thanks so much to Aria at Resplendent Media for the beautiful cover! Look at that magenta dress– so gorgeous!

The Billionaire’s Need

Lizzy Wilder has a well-deserved chip on her shoulder. She keeps the world at a distance … except for her sister Kat. In fact, she’s miserable attending college three thousand miles from the only family she has left.

When she hears about a programming internship in NYC, Lizzy’s desperate to nail the interview so she can stay close to Kat. She’s the best candidate, but there’s one massive problem. The company’s CEO is Nick Marlowe–the impossibly sexy one night stand she never expected to see again.

Nick wants to pretend their encounter never happened.

But Lizzy can’t forget it … and soon it’s clear that the enigmatic, in-control billionaire wants her too. They begin a secret affair, but it comes at a price: Lizzy’s total submission.

What’s scary is how much she wants to surrender everything to him.

When Nick’s past comes back to haunt him, threatening everything he’s built, Lizzy faces an agonizing choice. Can she give up the man who’s stolen her heart? And if she does, can he forgive her?

The Billionaire’s Need is a full-length standalone novel with a strong, vulnerable heroine and an alpha male billionaire hero.

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Sing Your Heart Out
The first book in the Sinful Serenade series.

Available October 6th, 2015 (exclusively on Amazon)

Each book can be read as a standalone.

The line for the bathroom snakes around the corner. It’s flat-out irresponsible–hosting a hundred-person party and making all but one bathroom off-limits. People have to pee.

The living room is still throbbing with beautiful people dancing, grinding, flirting. Kara must know where the other bathroom is. Wherever she is.

I push through the crowd, but there’s no sign of my best friend.

Someone bumps into me, her hip pressing firmly against my pelvis.

Screw upstairs being off-limits. This isn’t a church. It’s a band’s Hollywood mansion. I’m not about to pee my pants respecting the sanctity of rock stars’ bedrooms.

I sneak to the second floor. All the noise from the party is just as loud here–a mix of music and muffled voices.

The long hallway has five identical doors. I scan the wall, trying to figure out which is attached to the smallest room. There. Second on the left. That must be it.

I turn the knob and push the door open.

Not a bathroom.

Definitely not a bathroom.

There are two people in here. They’re tangled on the bed. The woman on all fours. The man kneeling behind her.

They’re naked.

They’re having sex.

His gaze goes to me. There’s no sign of embarrassment or awkwardness on his face. He’s totally unmoved.

The woman shrieks and scrambles off the bed, pulling a sheet over her chest.

“Miles, you fucker. I told you I don’t do threesomes!”

I try to move, but my legs aren’t cooperating. It’s like a fiery train wreck. I can’t bring myself to look away.

He’s still kneeling on the bed. Wearing nothing but a condom. I scan his body for a split second. It’s enough to register all the important details. He’s tall, broad shoulders and chest, sculpted abs, and below his bellybutton…

He’s hard.

He’s hard and he’s huge.

A blush spreads across my checks. I stammer, attempting and failing to speak. I’ve never seen that before. Not in person. In movies, sure. Textbooks, of course.

But never in person.

The guy, Miles, makes eye contact. He’s completely unaffected. “You mind?”

I take a step back. My legs are finally bending to my will. “Excuse me. I thought this was the bathroom.”

“Next door on the left.”

I know I’m red. Beet red. “Thanks.”

I pull the door closed so I’m alone in the hallway. Next door on the left.

I step into the bathroom, lock the door, and die of embarrassment.

The Billionaire’s Deal – My Inspiration

There are dozens if not hundreds of amazing billionaire romance novels (J. Kenner is my favorite author in the genre), but none of them planted the idea for The Billionaire’s Deal.

No, my inspiration was The Hunger Games.

Sounds crazy, right? How can a book about teenagers killing each other have anything to do with a super hot BDSM themed billionaire Cinderella story. It doesn’t. It wasn’t the part about the games themselves that inspired me. It was Katniss in the Capitol and touring the districts, trying so hard to fit the image someone else wanted for her.

Since I have no inclination towards writing dystopia (too much world building) or towards writing YA (characters are too young for all the good parts), I had to make my idea work under the confines of New Adult and erotic romance.

Katniss Everdeen is not the first woman who has ever had to keep up appearances. It’s a burden that usually falls to women. We’re so used to it, we forget we’re trying to hide our feelings and suppress our desires. I wanted to take these everyday feelings–who hasn’t said she was fine to please a nosy coworker or a family member who just doesn’t get it–and take them up to 11.

Don’t get me wrong; The Billionaire’s Deal is in no way The Hunger Games fan fiction. I’m pretty sure Katniss Everdeen would have shot an arrow through Blake’s chest before he had the chance to finish his offer. (Let’s face it, Ms. Everdeen belongs with Peeta now and forever). But the book is very much inspired by the idea of being made over and paraded like a show pony to please someone else.

Only with romance and hot BDSM sex :p

Kat Wilder is an ordinary girl who puts family first, even when that family is just her sister. She’s been putting off her dreams and desires for so long that she barely remembers them.

Blake Sterling is a billionaire who is used to getting everything he wants. Only there are some things money can’t buy. (Though that won’t stop him from trying).

They pretend they’re in love, only pretending to be in love without falling in love isn’t as easy as it looks.

It’s one of my favorite tropes (one you’ll see me writing again!), and I think it fits perfectly with the theme of not losing yourself in an attempt to please other people.

~As always, thanks for reading ~

Crystal Kaswell news

There will be a special Kat and Blake Christmas episode available this holiday season. They’ll also be featured heavily in The Billionaire’s Need, the story of Lizzy and her alpha billionaire. Also available this holiday season.

In the meantime, I hope to fill your appetite for super hot romance with my new series, Sinful Serenade. This is a new adult/erotic romance novel series in the rock star niche. The first book, Sing Your Heart Out, releases in early October.

Why I’m an Author-Publisher

I can’t speak for other writers, but, for me, self-publishing was an easy decision.

There are many advantages to traditional publishing. Someone else takes care of the editing, cover design and formatting. Your book is in bookstores. Your agent is more able to sell or option movie rights.

But, the traditional route involves a lot of other people. A lot of other people who you have to please. And, quite frankly, I do my best work when I am not trying to please other people. I do my best work when I am only trying to please myself.

And there’s the little matter of being a control freak, but that’s neither here nor there 🙂

At the end of the day, I wanted to be the one in charge of everything about Rouse Me. I wanted to pick the title. I wanted to pick the cover. I wanted to have final say over the editing.

I am not opposed to traditional publishing. I would love to be a hybrid author. But I would need a publisher who gets me and what I do.