Monday, January 31, 2011

It's almost Super Bowl Sunday...and I'm thinking about sex!


Sex and Football

I have two great passions in my life-sex and football. When August rolls around each year, from Thursday night to Tuesday morning, the television is my lover. Fourteen hours a day my total focus is on twenty two sweaty male bodies clashing on the field.

“What about my sweaty body?” my wonderful dh used to ask over and over again. “I can toss you on a field on your back and you’ll never miss the game.”

But my hormones just seem to follow a misdirected path, drooling for the clash of bodies, and none of them is mine.

Something, he said firmly, tired of waiting his turn for four days, had to give. No question about it.

So.

Like good negotiators, we sat down and drew up a set of rules, which seem to work for us. At least so far. And many of them allow me to purse my two favorite passions at the same time. Take a look. No matter who the football fanatic is in your house, it might work for you.

Rule One: Bank sex points before Thursday night. However you choose. Roll dice. Swap chores. Whatever. If he gets the most points, he can trade them in at an appropriate break in the schedule.

Rule Two: Recliner sex is acceptable for lower tier games but not for major ones. And definitely not when my alma mater, the University of Michigan, is playing.

Rule Three: Half time. There’s a reason for it. Use it, but plan carefully. Remember, it’s only fifteen minutes so you better be ready to go.

Rule Four: If my team is winning by a wide margin I can call a time out and choose the sex act of my choice.

Rule Five: If his team is winning, he gets the action of his choice even while the game is going on. Ever try cheering for a touchdown when you’re…well, you get the idea.

Then, of course, there might be a break when none of the teams playing demand your full attention. I have the wine chilled, the strawberries dipped in chocolate, the volume on the television turned down but I always place myself in position to see the picture. If things take a sudden exciting turn, it’s possible to get stuck in the same position for five or ten minutes, so you want to chart that out ahead of time.

The ultimate, of course, is to reach orgasm at the moment your team scores the winning touchdown. Then the neighbors don’t wonder what you’re screaming about.

We’re trying this new program this season, and so far it’s working for us. I get to watch television and the poor hubby doesn’t whine for three days.

Do you have a favorite sport? Does it hamper your sex life? Leave me a comment and tell me about it.

And come visit me:

www.desireeholt.com

www.desireeholttellsall.com

And be sure to check out my new release, Delight Me, from Ellora's Cave.

The True Story Behind Scarlet Fever



Hey!
My name is Sable Hunter and I write erotic romances.  I write three genres under two psudonyms.
My website is sablehunter.com
and my email address is sablehunter@rocketmail.com
If you would like to get on my newsletter list or comment about one of the books or ask about an upcoming book - email me - I try to answer all emails.
I have a new book coming out in the Hell Yeah! series on February 10th - it's the sequel to COWBOY
HEAT.
The three types of erotic romances that I write are cowboy, contemporary and paranormal.

Today, I would like to tell you about a true story.  It's fictionalized in my novel Scarlet Fever.
I have a friend who is a cute, sweet, vivacious woman. 
She almost died.
Instead, she met the most incredible man who gave her the give of life - along with his heart.
I won't tell you her name, she's embarrassed - but she let me take part of her story and turn it into a book that made us both laugh and cry.
You see her story teaches two very important lessons:
Let me tell you what they are
First - Don't ever give up hope, even when the situation seems hopeless.
I'll call her Scarlet - because that's the name I gave her in my book.
Scarlet was born with a club foot.  She was not popular in school, the brunt of jokes and grew into a social outcast because of it.
Her face was beautiful and if anybody had looked - her body was beautiful too.  But, people just couldn't get past her disability.
When she got old enough to make her own decisions, she went to the Shriner Hospital and got her foot operated on.  Now, she's got an almost perfect little foot.
The tragedy was - on a follow up surgery - which wasn't at the Shrine hospital, by the way - she was given an anesthesia that she was allergic to and her kidneys were permanently damaged.
All of this happened before she would have graduated college and entered the work place.  Therefore according to our health care system at the time - she had a prexisting condition - ergo - no insurance. 
Scarlet lived 50 miles from the nearest dialysis center so she knew when the time came that she had to have dialysis, it would be next to impossible - especially since she couldn't get good employment, because she wasn't insurable - - yadayada - you can see the vicious circle.  
No one in her family had a compatible kidney and the waiting list is years long.  Scarlet thought that she would die.  She had lost all hope.
Attending a wedding of a friend, while she was still able to travel, Scarlet met a man.  They had a really rocky first meeting.  Frankly, because Alex had talked to a man from Scarlet's home town who told him that Scarlet was a desparate church-mouse spinster, a cripple who would worry him to death for attention. Alex was ready to avoid her at all costs.
Guess his surprise when the most beautiful woman he had ever seen gets out of the car.  Scarlet had hopes of making love with a man just once, so she could know what it was like.  Her friend, who was getting married, had told her about this guy - Alex.  When Scarlet first lays eyes on Alex she is blown over.  He is gorgeous and so out of her league that she can't even see the ball park.  And so it goes. 
Alex found out about her condition and despite Scarlet's protest, he moved heaven and earth to give her a kidney and make her his.
That's the story of Scarlet Fever.
The second great lesson from Scarlet's life is that people seldom  change their first opinion of you.  Scarlet was a cripple, a church-mouse, that girl who had never been kissed nor been on a date.  She was the girl that the others played tricks on - giving her the wrong information so she would miss a school trip.  She was asked to the prom as a joke, and the guy never arrived to take her to the dance.  Those kinds of things.  Even after Scarlet got her foot repaired, the people in her small town never saw her any differetly than she was before.  It's like that for fat kids too.  If you grow up fat, lose weight - it doesn't matter - you're always the fat kid.  My family knows that from personal experience.  Small towns are wonderful places to grow up - but small towns can also be unforgiving and have memories that last into eternity.
Scarlet got her happy ending.  Alex swept her off her feet, into his bed and into his life.  He gave Scarlet the greatest two gifts a woman could ever receive - the gift of love and the gift of life.
And that my friend is a hero.
Scarlet's Alex is a whole lot like the Alex in the book.  Now, I had to use my imagination on the sex - but I'm good at that.  Scarlet reads the book, blushes and says I have it right on the money.
You can find Scarlet Fever in print or kindle on my website sablehunter.com or at amazon.com under sable hunter.
And here's some excerpts - risque ones - just for fun:

Excerpt one

     When Scarlet walked out the front door to meet Alex, she was flabbergasted.  RV was a term that could apply to a multitude of vehicles; Alex’s was a monster.  Forty-two feet of pure, unadulterated luxury.  He opened the door with pride and invited her inside.  “We use it mostly for tailgate parties at the Texas games.” 
     Scarlet looked around in wonder.  She had never been in a more luxurious place.  The B&B was fantastic, but this was out of this world.  Everything was white and cherry wood; recliners, wet bar, granite countertops, huge plasma TV.  There was even a fireplace.  “Wait till you see the bed.  It’s a California King.  We have plenty of room to play.”
Scarlet stilled.  She turned to him; big, huge Teddy bear of a man.  Curls of gold that she longed to sink her fingers into.  “You don’t have to do this, you know.  It’s OK.  I would understand.  Making love to a person with – uh, problems – has to be a turn-off.”  She had thought about this.  What if he couldn’t?  What if he got so for, then he had to stop.  She would die.  Better not to start it at all.
     With one swift move, he pulled her to him.  “Does that feel like I don’t want you?”
It didn’t.  It felt like there was a baseball bat between them.
     “I’ve been hard for you since I turned and saw your sad little eyes.  Now, no more doubts.  No more tears.  Only pleasure.”
     Alex had gone all out.  There was lobster with butter sauce, asparagus, rice pilaf and double chocolate mousse.  “I can’t believe you did all of this.  You are very talented.”
     “Wait until you see what I can do in the bedroom.”  She didn’t doubt him for a minute.
They didn’t go far.  He drove her to the Lost Maples National Park, just a few miles.  “Tomorrow, we’ll explore, take in the leaves.  But tonight, the only thing that I want to explore is you.” 
     He fed her.  She had never giggled so much in her life.  Butter would drip from the succulent pieces of shell fish and he would capture it with his tongue, straight off of her lips.  The mousse proved to be not only a culinary adventure, but an erotic one.  This time she got in on the act, sitting astraddle his lap, feeding him spoonful after spoonful of the luscious chocolate. 
     Standing, he caught her by the hand.  “Enough.  I can’t wait any longer.  I’m so turned-on I ache.  Come with me.”  He led her to the fireplace.  “We’re going to make out here.  Afterwards, I’ll take you to bed.”  The fire crackled and the flames danced and Scarlet’s blood pressure raced madly.  This incredible dream of a man was about to make love to her.     
     ‘Please God, don’t let me disappoint him,’ she thought.
     They had dressed up for each other.  He wore all black; black slacks, black dress shirt, no tie – but with that golden hair, he was a walking dream.  She didn’t have any real finery, but what she had, she wore well.  It felt like silk, but it wasn’t; a full red tiered skirt and a long-sleeve red peasant blouse.  Not overtly sexy, but it clung in all the right places, making Scarlet look like a wanton, exotic Gypsy.  Her hair was down, just like he had envisioned it, and when he laid her down on the rug in front of the warm fire, she thought she would pass out from sheer happiness.
     “You don’t have a bra on.”  The sight of her aroused little nipples had tortured him all during their meal.  Now, he was almost ready to touch them, and his fingers were tingling in anticipation. 
     “That’s a spot we should probably skip.”  Alex stretched out next to her and they lay face to face.  He pushed her hair over her shoulders and looked deep into her eyes. 
    “I don’t like to skip anything.  I’m much too thorough.”  His fingertips began reading her face as if the secrets of the universe were written there in Braille.  Light, soft, gentle touches.  “You are so beautiful.  I’ll never get tired of looking at your face.”
    Before she could stop them, tears welled up in her eyes; his words touched her heart in ways that she had never conceived.  “What’s this?”  He kissed the tears away.  “No, no, babe.  No crying, not tonight.” 
     “You are so sweet, Alex.  So sweet, to do this for me.  I’ll never be able to repay you.”
Her voice caught on the tears, cracking just enough so that he knew how close she was to falling apart in front of him.  He wanted her to come apart, but not from tears – he wanted her to fly apart in rapture.
    “Honey, this is for you.  I can’t deny that.  But not just for you.”  He took her bottom lip between his teeth, nibbled on it and then sucked it into his mouth, laving it with his tongue.  Her top lip got the same attention; and by the time he was finished, she was kissing every part of his mouth that she could.  Little whimpers of need bubbled up from her throat and he captured each one reverently, his tongue mating with hers in a dance of desire.  “This is for me, sweetheart.  I want you so much.  Put your hand down between us and feel my hunger for you.”
     He didn’t have to ask twice.  Unladylike it might be, but she had dreamed of getting her mitts on his manhood.  There were two layers of cloth between her hands and his cock, but the cotton and the linen could not mask either the size, or the heat of the beast that she grasped.  He was longer than the length of her palm, a lot longer.  And almost as wide.  How she would ever be able to take him inside of her was a mystery, but one she was anxious to delve into.  She let her palm make itself at home on the steel-hard ridge, riding a little up and down it as she held her breath with excitement.  “Does that feel like I’m an unwilling participant?”  He pushed himself into her hand, moaning his encouragement at her first forays into pleasuring him. 
     “Can I mark you, baby?  Somewhere, that only my eyes will see?”  He asked this as he trailed hot, wet kisses down her throat.  She nodded her assent, words beyond her ability at the moment.  Pulling the ties that held the neck of her blouse in place, he loosened them, pushing her top off of her shoulders.  The soft skin of her neck, shoulders and upper chest were exposed for his viewing pleasure.  “Right here.”  He touched the soft swell of her upper breast.  “Can I mark you here?”
     “Yes, please,” she begged.  She felt his teeth and lips caress an area so close to her areola that she trembled with need.  The sweet suction that he applied to her flesh caused her womb to contract.  “Let’s take off your blouse, doll.” 
     Alex eased the blouse on down, but she caught it with both hands, holding the material in place over her breasts.  “They’re too small; you’re going to be disappointed,” she whispered almost shamefully.
     “Oh, Scarlet, my love.  I know exactly how big your breasts are, and their shape.  I’ve undressed you with my eyes every time I look at you.  The first day that you were here, I couldn’t take my eyes off that little pink camisole you were wearing.  Every time you turned a certain way, I got a glimpse of the sweetest pink nipples that I have ever had the pleasure to see.  I can’t wait to see you naked; I’m literally trembling with the need to caress your breasts.”  There was a lamp on in the corner of the room, but he could clearly see her face in the firelight.  Slowly, she removed her hands so Alex could lower her shirt.  She closed her eyes, dreading to see the look on his face when he first beheld their diminutive size.
She couldn’t see him, but she could hear him.  She heard a harsh intake of breath and then a low, appreciative groan.  “Dear God, baby.  You’re perfect.”  Scarlet felt his hands cover her, molding and shaping her breasts in the palms of his hands.  Unbelievable sensations began to build; she had no idea at the joy that could be experienced from a man’s simple touch.  “Open your eyes baby, watch me worship you.”  Slowly, she did as he asked.  The extreme pleasure that she was feeling seemed to slow time to a crawl.  What she saw took her breath away.  His expression was so intense, his eyes so loving.  It was apparent that he was experiencing as much excitement from touching her as she was from being touched.  An unexpected groan escaped her lips as he pulled on her nipples, milking them, rolling them between his fingers. 
     “Alex, honey, that feels . . . . . .”  Scarlet cried out as bliss washed over her.  When Alex took one of her nipples into his mouth and began to suckle, she nearly fainted from the pleasure.  The sight of him as he feasted at her breast turned her world upside down.
He tongued her, swirling around her ultra sensitive tips.  He laved her, providing just enough friction to cause her hips to buck.  When he opened his mouth wide enough to swallow her whole – she thought she would die.  “Alex . . . . .something’s happening, love.  No, I don’t want it to be over so soon.”  
     Her back arched off the floor, pushing her breasts farther into his face.  He sucked hard, grunting his excitement with every pull.  He felt her muscles tense and knew that she was close to an orgasm.  Pulling back, he led her to rapture.  “This is just the beginning, baby.  We’ve got all night.  Let go, love.  Let go.  I’ll catch you,” he whispered to her tenderly.  He placed one hand between her legs.  One touch was all it took and she shattered into a million shards of light.  Cries of unexpected delight filled the room.  Alex held her close until she stopped quivering.  Then, she shocked him.
     Scarlet pushed on his shoulders, until he lay flat.  Rolling over on top of him, she framed his face, fisted her hands in those fat, golden curls and began to rain kisses all over his face.  “Thank you.  Thank you.  Thank you.  That was more wonderful that I ever imagined.”  Placing her hand on the massive evidence of his need, she looked him straight in the eye and asked in a sultry little voice.  “Now, what can I do for you?” 
     
Exceprt Two
The honeymoon suite was out of this world.  “This looks like a room fit for a Princess.”
“That’s right, Princess.”  He led her into the gorgeous room where a beautiful four poster canopy bed was showcased on gleaming hardwood floors.  He watched amused as she darted around the room, oohing and ahhing over every detail.  “Look at the balcony!  Look at the….. my God!  Look at the bathroom!”  It was obvious that this was a totally new experience.
“Since we ate at the rehearsal dinner, I thought it would be nice if we had our dessert here.”  At the word dessert, she turned her attention to the dome covered silver trays. 
“Chocolate?”
“Of course.  Chocolate cheesecake to be exact.”  He watched her eyes light up.  “Do you want some?”  Starting toward the table, she surprised him when she suddenly changed course.
“I’d rather have you for dessert.”   
Her words caused his cock to spring to attention with a life of its own.  His angel had a look of absolute bedevilment in her eyes.
“Are you sure you feel like it?”  It was only his love talking; his body was already on the same page as her erotic suggestion. 
“Knowing that I have a gorgeous new husband, a wonderful new life and a good shot at a future has suddenly given me a burst of energy that I really don’t know what to do with… other than this.”  She sexily sauntered up to him and began unbuttoning his white silk shirt, revealing the strong muscular planes of his chest.  He was so superbly built, a perfect male specimen in prime condition.  She smoothed the palms of her hands down his warm, hard body.  Her hands stilled when she realized he was trembling.  “Baby, are you all right, are you cold?” She asked him, her concern evident on her face.
“No,” he cupped her face.  “I’m not cold.  I’m awed and electrified.  Do you know why?”  She waited for his answer.  “I get to make love to my beloved wife for the first time tonight.”
His words enflamed her.  She continued to disrobe him, gently pushing him backwards at the same time, steadily toward the huge bed.  He let her have her way with him.  Being pushed around was not Alex’s forte, but with her he was a malleable as sponge cake.  “Lay down my handsome husband.  I would like to divest you of your pants.”  It was a hot moment, and she was just so damn cute.
“Divest me of my underwear, too, baby.  It’s getting a little tight.”  His wish was her command.  She slowly peeled down his black dress pants and let her breath hiss out as she uncovered the silk briefs that appeared to be painted on his swollen and engorged member. 
“I love this part of you so much.”  She took the elastic waistband of his undershorts in both hands and pulled.  Sinking to her knees in front of him, she bent over and kissed the blatantly aroused flesh. 
“That part of me is quite fond of you, also,” he managed to croak.  Scarlet had never been so happy; she was full of hope and joy and peace and it all brimmed over into an avalanche of passion – all directed at the man who loved her enough to give her a lifetime of tomorrows.  Standing up, she began to undress slowly.  Never before had she had a seductive bone in her body, but now it seemed the floodgates had been opened and emotions that had been on permanent ice had melted and were overflowing from every pore of her body.  Alex’s eyes were locked on her as she began pulling off the bolero jacket and letting it fall to the floor.  Later, she would pick it up and carefully fold it, but right now there were more important things to be done.  The sheath slid easily up and over her head and when Alex saw her body clad in the shear, lacy, pale-pink bra and the matching lacy panties he nearly swallowed his tongue.  “You are so beautiful, Scarlet.”
She left the bra and panties on, unable to keep her hands off of him any longer.  With a slight nip, she captured his lower lip between her teeth and sucked at it playfully, giving him no time to reciprocate.  Sliding her lips down his throat, she adorned his shoulders with kisses and kitten-like laps of her tongue.  When she reached his well-defined pecs, she paused to pay special attention to his small flat nipples eliciting a harsh intake of breath.  A happy trail of soft, golden hair started at his midriff and led down to the proud evidence of his desire.  Scarlet followed that line, caressing him with her mouth and tongue.  A whimper of need escaped her lips as she angled his penis to accept her tribute.
Alex couldn’t take it.  He was about to explode.  Never had he been more excited than he was now.  “Scarlet, baby.”  He laid back and literally writhed in ecstasy.  “Sweetheart, it’s my turn.”  Somehow, he managed to lift  himself up and switch their positions.  What she had been doing to him had been the sweetest torture, but he didn’t want to be put temporarily out of commission so soon on his wedding night.  He wanted this night to be perfect.  For her.
“But I was having such a good time,” she pouted sweetly.
“So was I, love, too good.  But lay back and let me love you, I promise you that in a few moments, you’ll be happy you did.”  He allowed himself only one sweet kiss to each nipple, before beginning his trek southward.  Later tonight, he promised himself he would feed at her breasts for as long as he wanted to, but right now, the throttle was set too high to pull back.  Spreading her legs wide, he took a moment to look at her.  She was as smooth as silk and as pink as a delicate orchid.  Already wet with passion’s nectar, he ran an appreciative finger from the top of her sensitive cleft, to the bottom.
“Alex, I ache for you, baby.  I feel so empty and needy.” 
“Patience, doll.”  Easier said than done, he was holding on by the smallest of measures.  But the task before him was a pure delight.  Taking her hips in his hands, he pulled her forward and began to pay homage to her feminine treasure.  He kissed her all around the outer lips of her labia.  “So sweet,” he murmured.  He started out slow, intending to savor and satisfy; but his hunger and excitement took over and he began to consume her with a near mindless voracity. 
Scarlet held on to the quilt for dear life.  Spirals of white-hot pleasure rocketed through her body.  She lifted her hips rhythmically, seeking to meet the piercing thrusts of his tongue as he delved into her quivering channel.  “Alex!” she shouted as her climax exploded with a tidal wave of sensation. 
For the first time, Alex was where he could witness the evidence of Scarlet’s bliss.  He had heard that some females were able to ejaculate, but none of the women that he’d ever been with had reached that plateau of excitement.  That Scarlet had, sent his heart into a tailspin.  He eagerly lapped up the liquid of passion that spilled forth from her pulsating core.  “That’s it, my baby.  Come for me.”  He stayed with her until she lay, replete.  By then, his cock was so hard that he could have used it as a pile-driver. 
Alex joined her on the bed and held her for a minute until her trembling subsided.  “Thank you, my love,” she turned to me and pressed every inch of her body as tight into his as she could.  “I want to feel you all the way up and down.  You make me feel so welcome, so at home, I’ve never felt like this before.  I have a place to be.  It’s so amazing to know that I have someone who wants to be with me.”  She knew that she probably wasn’t making any sense, but it didn’t matter.  “Make love to me, Alex.  I want you inside me.  Please?”
Alex was incoherent with need.  He lay on his back and urged her to climb astraddle of him.  “Ride me, baby.”  With shaking hands he held her up high enough that he could slip inside of her.  Every time that he entered Scarlet he was struck anew by the total perfection of the act of loving her.  She was tight, hot, and made just for him.  Her vastly talented interior muscles massaged his shaft in ways that boggled his mind.  “Lord, Scarlet, what you do to me!”  
Gripping her hips, one in each hand, he kneaded their firmness, pushing and pulling her backwards and forwards, creating an intoxicating friction.  Watching her breasts bounce was too big of a temptation to resist.  Sitting up, he clasped her right breast in his hand and brought it to his lips.  Opening his mouth wide, he fitted it over the entire nipple and areola, drawing them in deeply, laving and sucking to his heart’s content.  His tender ministrations sent rivulets of pleasure straight to her womb.  Scarlet cradled his head to her, kissing him repeatedly on the top of his golden hair.
“Lay me down, Alex.  I need to feel you on top of me.”  Picking her up, he did as she asked.  Reconnecting them, he lay down on top of her, careful to support his weight so as not to crush her.  Still, he let his body graze her, letting her feel his dominant, solid presence as close as she wanted.   He thrust into her, ever mindful of her fragile state and his powerful build.  But, she wanted no more of ‘careful’ or ‘holding back’.  Looking him straight in the eye she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist and made his day.  “Faster, baby.  Harder, love.  Make this a wedding night to remember.”  Burying his head in her neck, he pumped into her, lifting them both beyond the distant stars.


Thanks
Sable Hunter         

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Now Available in Print at Amazon

Breakfast by the Sea by Destiny Blaine

Erotic Cowboy Ménage a Trois/Quatre Romance, M/F/M/M/M/M, M/F/M, May-December, Suspense

Siren Publishing


Five tough operatives fall for a woman they’re supposed to eliminate. When the team discovers Paige Lambert is in fact the Queen of Hearts, they can’t ignore their handler’s orders. Will the Queen of Hearts die for her past crimes or will she end up under the protective custody of the men hired to kill her?

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Excerpt:



Why the hell did she care about those cards? Why were they so important to her? And if they meant something to her, then what kind of danger had he put himself in? Was Paige Lambert a dangerous woman or a lethal target? He shuddered. Regardless of which, Paige could’ve used his own necktie to finish him off.

She didn’t. He should’ve counted his blessings. He sure gave her plenty of opportunity.

He stared into her mesmerizing eyes, trying to figure out what kind of lunatic would sit down on his lap and grind out a lap dance worthy of a hefty tip while probing for information. Lord, if Jeff Jacobsen ever had a female counterpart, this chick could’ve been his alter ego.

“You need to move,” he finally said.

“Adam, if I wanted you dead, you’d be cold already.”

“If I wanted you fucked, you’d be penetrated and moaning.”

She moved. He did, too.

No second chances here. He didn’t trust himself. In all the years he’d been shuffling from place to place, from one job right on to the next, he’d always carried assurance in himself. He trusted his instincts. With Paige, a woman he’d just met, he couldn’t. She made him weak. Lesson learned.

“A big tough guy like yourself, and you’re afraid of me.” She twirled a lock of hair around her finger. He watched her, studied her like a new language, and decided Paige wasn’t easily interpreted. There were too many dark corners to search for everything she seemed determined to hide.

She arched a brow. The gesture made her appear smug, overly confident.

“I’m not afraid of you, Paige.” That much was true. He wasn’t scared. He was terrified. He’d let her get too close, move too fast, and while he pushed her away, he still wanted more.

“Yes, you are. You’re looking at me like you can’t wait to taste my lips again. So I dare you. Go ahead, Adam. Kiss me. Kiss me and then walk away. See if you can.”

“Two can master this game you’re playing,” he remarked, jerking her against him. “Let’s see if you receive as well as you give.”

Excerpt Two:

Callan brought her dinner—two slices of mushroom pizza. She was beginning to think she’d become a prisoner in her own home.

“Sorry it’s cold,” he began explaining. “We went over some new intel, and your microwave must require the expertise of a genius. We couldn’t figure out how to work the darn thing.”

“I can pick off the frost.”

He studied the pizza slices on her bone-white china plate.

“I’m kidding,” she said. “May I use the microwave myself?”

“Unfortunately, we’ve taken over your kitchen for the night. All appliances are temporarily unavailable. We needed the area for our computers.”

“Terrific,” she muttered, taking a hearty bite. “Tell me the refrigerator isn’t one such appliance.”

“No,” he said. “We had to keep the beer cold.”

“I’d kill for a beer.”

“Would you kiss for one?” he asked, dimples claiming his upper cheeks. Callan was a cutie pie, a real good-looking young man, but far too young for her. Prior to life-changing events and life with Ramone, Paige had liked her men young, but this one probably still slept in a cradle with a baby monitor and his pacifier nearby.

She finished chewing the remnants of a mushroom, savoring the texture like she might swallow a jagged little pill. “A little smooching, huh?” She tugged the bottle cap from the plastic water container and said, “We’ll do a little kissing after we do a little drinking.”

“You’re on,” he said, eyeing the bedside clock. “I’ll be right back.”

When Callan disappeared down the hallway, Paige noticed the time, too. It was a little after nine. Maybe she’d have enough time to find out more about their mission. If she could get an Irishman to drink, she could get an Irishman to talk.

If Paige spared a guess, Adam wouldn’t make his way upstairs before midnight. Since he stood out as the man in charge, he was probably the last one to fall in bed and the first to rise in the morning.

Bed.

She shivered. Did they really expect her to sleep with a total stranger?

“Get over yourself,” she said aloud. “Since when does sleeping with merciless killers bother me?”

“Damn, woman, I like a gal who gets right down to business. But I’m not a killer, for the record.”

Connor. Great. Talking to self? Very stupid. “Like hell you’re not.”

“Call me as you see me. You’ll eventually change your mind.”

“How would you describe yourself?”

“As someone who protects his country and fellow citizens, as a man who seeks justice for horrific crimes committed. That’s who I am.”

“You’re a contracted killer. I know an assassin when I see one.”

“Then you should take a closer look. I’ve killed, but that doesn’t make me a killer.”

“Your employer gives you carte blanche, a license to get rid of people your government officials don’t want standing trial for various crimes they’ve committed. Would you like to know why? I’ll tell you.

“They fear the court of law won’t hand down a punishment great enough. When you hunt your targets, you’re no better than an executioner. You’re looking for a man or woman you fully intend to kill. And when you find them, you become judge and jury.”

“Someone’s filled your head with garbage.”

“No, someone, presumably your boss, has given you a God complex. You don’t care to hear anyone else’s viewpoints. The way you believe is the only way. For all you know, you could be hunting down an innocent person. That makes no difference to you. What matters to you is that you make a decision when the target dies. It’s your choice, and no one can stand in your way.

“You convince yourself it’s okay to pull the trigger because it’s fair. It’s just. It’s an eye for an eye, and that’s the way your system of checks and balances works—you keep score with human life. Then, because you’re you and you’re on some kind of sacred team, you stand here in my face and tell me you’re not a killer.”

Connor took a deep breath. “I’d rather talk about something else.”

“I’m sure you would.”

“So tell me something.” He paused, moved closer. “As you were saying earlier about sleeping with killers, does that mean we all get lucky or just Adam?”

“I was thinking out loud.”

“I like where that train of thought was heading.”


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Saturday, January 29, 2011

FREE Read - Swinging To and Fro by Casey Sheridan

I know everyone loves to get something for FREE, right? Well, I have something for you.

I have an erotic FREE read that is up on the RSVP-Erotica website and it's titled, Swinging To and Fro.

I'm not sure where the idea for this story came from. It just sort of popped into my head and developed from there.

It's a short story about two friends, Tess and Molly exploring each other after a relaxing massage. Tess learns as much about herself as she does about her very experienced friend, Molly.

You can read Swinging To and Fro for free here on RSVP-Erotica. If you'd like to stop by my blog afterward and let me know what you thought of Tess's and Molly's adventure I'd love to hear from you.  You can find my blog here: http://casey-sheridan.blogspot.com

Enjoy!

xoxo,

Casey Sheridan
Bringing the sensual side to erotica
http://www.casey-sheridan.com
http://casey-sheridan.blogspot.com

Help Phaze Get to a Thousand!

We at Phaze Books are grateful to our readers and have made it our goal to provide you with more quality erotic romance in 2011! We are fairly active on Facebook, if you haven't noticed, and hope to make it to a thousand "likes" very soon. We hope if you haven't done so already, please head over to our Facebook Page and like us today.

To help get people over to us more quickly, we're giving away a $25 dollar gift code good at our website, for eBooks or print, once we reach that goal. The sooner you click Like, the sooner we can hit a thousand and give it away. One fan will be chosen at random...it could be you! Good luck.

Friday, January 28, 2011

FREE Read - His Smoldering Eyes by L. K. Below

Who can resist a FREE story? Well I'm hoping you can't, because the one I have in store for you is unlike anything I've ever written. In fact, I'm hoping it's entirely unique (but there are a lot of things out there, so who am I to say?). I'm talking about the story I'm offering, His Smoldering Eyes.

When I sat down to write this story, I wanted to write something that I, personally, have never seen done before. That's right, I wrote an erotic romance in verse. Why? Because I can. I don't know about you, but while I've seen an awful lot of mainstream and young adult novels in verse, I have yet to see an erotic romance written this way. If you're looking for something new and fresh, read or download His Smoldering Eyes for free here.

What's the story about? When Michelle meets Rick's smoldering eyes from across the room, she can't resist him.

Now, if you do decide to read it, I'd like to know: Did you like it? Is this format a dying art or would you like to see other stories in this style -- maybe in another subgenre, like historical or paranormal? Talk to me! Let me know what you think, good or bad. You can reach me through email at lbelow(at)lbelow.net. Most of all, happy reading!



L. K. Below likes to think of herself as a jack-of-all-trades. Along with poetry, romance of all subgenres, and speculative fiction, she also writes young adult (under her full name, Lindsay Below). Visit her online at www.lbelow.net.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Controlling Interest by Francesca Hawley

Good morning everyone,
   My name is Francesca Hawley, and I'm really excited to be here today to announce that my book, Controlling Interest will be released tomorrow by Ellora's Cave Publishing. It's part of the 1-800-DOM-help series that was created by a diverse but creative group of EC authors. The premise of the series is that somehow, someway, a dominant or submissive finds the business card (and the help line shown on it) when they most need the help. In the case of Controlling Interest, my heroine Mozelle "Mouse" Vincent is given the card when she inherits controlling interest in a BDSM club. She has no concept of what she's getting herself into...

BLURB for Controlling Interest:

Mozelle “Mouse” Vincent inherits money, a club and her boss’ son as a business partner when society leader Regine Stuart dies. Torin Stuart knows what his late mother’s wishes were for his exclusive BDSM club, Erotically Bound, but he’s pissed that he’s forced to trust Mouse—especially when her inherently submissive nature arouses the sexual Dominant in him.

After baring all in a heated, intense scene, Mouse realizes that they still have to work together, but now Tor challenges any business suggestion Mouse makes. When she wants to offer education classes, Tor dares her to organize the class and participate—as a submissive.

To his chagrin, Mouse agrees, but he can’t stand the thought of any other Dom touching her. Suddenly there’s far more at stake than the controlling interest in their club…because love is the ultimate prize in their power exchange.





By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, it is necessary to exit this site.

An Excerpt From: CONTROLLING INTEREST

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2011

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

Chapter One



“She did what?” Torin Stuart rose from his chair with a roar.

Mouse was entirely grateful that the lion’s roar was directed at his late mother’s attorney and not at her, but the attorney was unperturbed.

“Your mother left her controlling interest in your club Erotically Bound to Ms. Mozelle Vincent.”

“But Mother knew…”

“Please sit down and allow me to finish reading the will in a proper manner, Mr. Stuart.”

Tor ran his fingers through his bright ginger hair and glared at her briefly before sitting with a growl. Mouse kept her hands tightly around her purse. He’d been really kind in letting her stay in the townhouse his mother had set aside for her use, but with this news, he’d probably toss her out on her ass. Damn it. She thought she was done with being homeless.

“Ms. Vincent, shall I continue?” Mouse nodded. “Very well.” The lawyer cleared his throat. “I leave my controlling interest in the amount of fifty-one percent in the club Erotically Bound to Ms. Mozelle Vincent. In addition, I will her the townhouse and all furnishings thereof in which she has been living for the last five years. The estate will pay property taxes for two years, but then, and I quote ‘you’re on your own’. Do you understand, Ms. Vincent?”

Mouse’s jaw dropped. That townhouse was stunning. Huge and smack in the center of Washington D.C. with a multicar garage. It was located in the historic Capitol Hill district, just blocks from the Capitol building and Pennsylvania Avenue. The place was worth…millions.

“Ms. Vincent, do you understand the terms of the will regarding the townhome?”

“Yes, I own it and Regine’s estate will pay the first two years of property taxes then it’s my responsibility.”

“Precisely.”

“Is that all? Can we discuss my club now?”

The lawyer frowned at Torin over the top of his reading glasses, his bushy white brows extending over the frames. “I have not finished. Please remain silent until I do, sir.”

Tor waved his hand with a sigh and the lawyer nodded. Mouse wanted to laugh at the byplay between the two men, but she was too shocked. What had Regine been thinking?

She had to have had an ulterior motive for doing this, God knew, she always did. Regine Stuart was always three moves ahead of everyone else…a master strategist. That was how she’d managed to be one of D.C. society’s reigning queens. When Regine spoke, everyone listened…even the president.

“Ms. Vincent, please attend.”

Mouse looked up as the lawyer admonished her. “Sorry.” She shrugged.

“Finally, for—and again I quote—surviving six years in my employ as my downtrodden Jill-of-all-trades and for making my final years a pleasure instead of a burden, I will Mozelle Vincent twenty million dollars.”

Ice filled her body before unbearable heat melted her emotions. Her jaw dropped, but she was so utterly shocked she couldn’t move. Then she burst into uncontrollable tears. Throughout most of her life she’d hadn’t had a pot to piss in, but then six years ago she literally tripped over Regine Stuart and her world had completely turned on its head. The lawyer rose and approached her.

“My dear, are you quite all right?” He awkwardly patted her shoulder and she nodded, still trying to cover her abrupt emotional response.

She hated crying. She hated losing control of her emotions. She hid whatever she felt behind a façade of calm, which was something Regine had always valued in her. And it was something they had in common. Even if the world came crashing down around them, both she and Regine could remain calm to pick up the pieces and move forward.

Mouse glanced at Tor, worried that he’d think she was being overly dramatic or that she was getting money she didn’t deserve, but he seemed moved by her emotional display rather than scornful. When she could catch her breath, she cleared her throat.

“Don’t mind me, really. Go on with reading the will.”

“There isn’t too much more.” The lawyer returned to his desk. “To my household staff…”

Mouse stared at her perfectly manicured fingers as the lawyer finished. Those nails were a luxury she’d gotten used to with a steady paycheck and Regine’s insistence that she look polished at all times. God, if she had walked past the Capitol building five minutes earlier or five minutes later six years ago, she and Regine never would have met and Mouse would probably still be trying to find a place to live outside the homeless shelter. Regine had given her a chance when no one else would. Sometimes miracles really did happen.

“This concludes the last will and testament of Regine Stuart.”

“Can we discuss my club now? Please…” Tor growled as he turned to her. “Mouse, how much do you want for it?”

The lawyer held up his hand as the remaining listeners filed out of the room, leaving Mouse alone with the lawyer and Tor.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Stuart. Your mother left explicit instructions. Mouse…rather Miss Mozelle is required to hold her interest in the club for a minimum of six months. Under the terms of the will, the two of you are required to work together during that time.”

Tor opened his mouth then closed it again. He stood and began to pace. Broad shoulders, narrow hips and the most amazing ass she’d ever seen. Add a stunning body to his red hair and bright blue eyes and he was a package of mischief that made better women than her melt and get silly.

Mouse looked down at her hands out of habit. Ever since she began to work for Regine, she’d quietly had the hots for Tor, but putting that attraction to the test was unthinkable. First, she was sure Regine wouldn’t have been keen on having her assistant flirt with her son. And second, and most important, Torin Stuart had been seen escorting tall, slender and decidedly beautiful super models around town—his lovers had most definitely not been chunky personal assistants with frizzy, flyaway, boring brown hair and dull brown eyes.

“Mouse… Mouse, did you hear me?”

She met Tor’s blue-eyed gaze and felt the blush crawl up her neck. Damn.

“What?”

He sighed and rolled his eyes. “You’ve had a tough six years working for mother. Just relax for the next six months then I’ll offer you a great price for the interest in the club.”

The lawyer cleared his throat, causing Tor to whip around. “Damn it, Thompson. What the hell is it?”

“Your mother required you to work together to manage the club. If any of the terms of her bequest are violated, the shares will be sold…but not to you.”

“What?”

“If the two of you don’t work together, or if you make an offer for her shares before six months have passed, which she accepts, then the shares will be sold to anyone but you.”

“The shares belong to Mouse. She can sell to whomever she wants.”

“No, I’m afraid not. If she goes against the terms of the will, she loses everything your mother willed to her.”

God, she didn’t want to challenge Tor about this, but she wouldn’t go back to living on the streets. She just wouldn’t.

She cleared her throat. “I’m sorry, Tor. I have to abide by the will.”

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Windswept Shores by Janice Seagraves

Hi everyone, this is my first post to the TRS Blue blog. My name is Janice Seagraves and I write erotic Romance.
So how is your New Years resolution going?
Okay, I don't set resolutions for myself. 
I set goals. 
Easy to make goals. 
Yes, my ego is that fragile and a small victory is a big feat for me. 
So no diet resolutions, even though I sigh at mirrors and run from the weight scale. 
In fact I threw out the bathroom scales, the sucker was lying to me.
So at this late date all I really want to do is get a little bit healthier and little more fit.
I don't think that is asking too much.

So how is your New Years resolution going?
Here's one of mine, doing more blog posts.


Windswept Shores, now available  from Pink petal books.
Windswept Shores by Janice Seagraves
Cover Contest Winner
erotic contemporary romance
novel (approx 50K)
price $4.95
Cover Art by Pink Petal Books with assistance from Winterheart Design
BLURB:
The sole survivor of a plane crash, Megan is alone on a deserted island in the Bahamas until she finds a nearly-drowned man washed up on shore. Another survivor, this time from a boat wreck. With only meager survival skills between them, will they survive and can they find love?


EXCERPT:Megan dreamed about Jonathan coming home late at night. He slipped into bed and spooned her. She felt his hand caress her breast, so she moved over a bit. Fondling the other one, teasing the nipple until it hardened. She pushed against him. “Touch me, please.” His hand drifted down as she spread her legs. It found its way into her panties, then cupped her mound. She moaned and encouraged his hand to explore her folds until she grew wet. “Yes, oh yes.” His fingers brought her tantalizingly close to an orgasm.

“You like that, luv? Would you like to try an Australian kiss? It is just like a French kiss, but down under.
Megan’s eyes flew open. “Seth, get off me!”
“Wazzat?”                        
“I said get off,” she snapped through gritted teeth, then shoved him with her back. “I was having a dream! You took advantage of me!” She jumped out of bed, hurried to the bathroom and slammed the door.
“Must have been one hell of a dream,” he called after her.
“It was,” Megan whispered, splashing water on her face. Her sex throbbed, while she shook with need. She took off her clothes and turned on the shower. Getting in, she massaged herself. But it was the thought of Seth touching her that finally brought the release her body craved.

Tuesday, January 25, 2011

Wild Nights, Blood Moon Legacy 2

I'm thrilled to share my newest release in the Blood Moon Legacy series with you. It's been a journey to write. After all, what happens when you put two alpha males who hate each other in the same vicinity as their appointed mate? Well, a lot of growling, biting, rolling, snarling, you name it. Bitter blood is the underlying current in Wild Nights, and it extends beyond two men and their one woman.


Want a taste of tension? A taste of heated lust? Ahh, of course you do! Here you go. Enjoy! And don't miss the Release Party this Thursday for your chance to win an e-copy of Wild Nights!



Take advantage of the discounted prices for both BML novels at www.bookstrand.com/wild-nights.


Blurb:


Ayasha White knows she is different, even for a wolf. When a fire burns her house to the ground, killing her uncle, she flees to Wolf Creek and into the arms of Lenox Carter. Her body awakens with passion and her wolf spirit rises in the presence of her mate. But Lenox holds disturbing knowledge of her past and a cold truth about her other mate.

Riley Tormel, Lenox’s friend-turned-foe, leads the rebel pack hot on Ayasha’s tail. He won’t stop until she’s dead. When she unleashes a powerful surge of emotions within him, he’s left questioning his motives and unable to shake a foreign desire to protect her.

Time is running out. Ayasha’s life lies in Riley’s unpredictable hand. Can she and Lenox convince Riley his place is with them? Or will the untamed rebel wolf rejoin forces with his pack and hunt them to the death in the wild night?


Excerpt:


Tonight, confronting his pup hood nemesis and slaughtering that cursed white wolf was on the agenda.

As Riley rounded the bar toward his Escalade, he caught the rustic, wild scent of Lenox. Bitter memories flared to life. Yet, even through that poignant bitterness, he detected another fragrance. The sweeter, mouthwatering tinge of the white.


He stilled on the sidewalk, absorbing his surroundings. The drifting breeze met his front, which meant the two must be up ahead. He filtered through pointless chatter among the town strollers, trying his damnedest to pinpoint where that soon-to-be dead man stood. People gave him wide berth as they passed him. Good. These fragile little humans should be wary. He was a blood-hungry predator, and right now, he was primed to stalk his prey.

He tipped his head, scanning the thin crowd of townspeople. The sweet scent of the white intensified. The air pressed against his shoulders and chest. Blood rushed downward until his cock filled, biting into the metal zipper of his jeans. The muscles in his legs quivered beneath the overwhelming sexual hunger that speared through him.

Find her. Take her. Claim her.

Riley’s gaze halted. A woman stood on the front stoop of a store entrance no more than thirty feet away. For the briefest moment, everything disappeared. Fog unfurled through his mind. His vision failed him. His dick pulsed and stretched. The wolf inside him—

Yours. Take. Mate.

The casual pink sweatpants and hooded top hugged her petite frame in a hellishly sexy way.


Fuck, the woman was a beauty all cleaned up.

And he wanted her.

He stared, scouring her like a rare morsel. Only this meat would quell a different hunger. White wolf or not, he would fuck her until she submitted to him.

Once he sated this powerful sexual hunger, he’d kill her.

The muscle in his jaw twitched. He couldn’t draw an image of her dead. All he could see was her writhing in ecstasy as he pounded into her. The wispy flips of her dark hair, now so perfectly styled around her face and neck, would become wild and mussed from his fingers. The smooth, silky complexion of her skin—all except for the healing cut on her lip and a few fading bruises on her cheeks—would be rosy from multiple orgasms. Those beautiful blue eyes would darken with lust and silently beg for more.

Damn, his hands itched to trace the delicious curves of her breasts, follow the indentation of her waist, and flow out along the slope of her hips. His fingers ached to grab hold of her legs and spread her wide before her cream drenched them. He wanted to explore the secret wonders of her cunt, using her juices to ease his invasion of her body.

He took a long, deep breath and her scent grew sweeter. An aroused wolf. How inviting. And this one was more intoxicating, more delightful, than any he’d known before.

The woman blinked before she drew her bottom lip between her teeth and nibbled on the plump flesh. A light blush touched her cheeks. She lifted a hand to her hair and curled a lock around her fingers. Her other hand splayed over her flat belly. Was she throbbing at the sight of him? Did she ache as much as he did? Her hand slid to her hip, one slow, tantalizing movement that snapped a thread of his control.

Her eyes shifted slightly.

Riley spun around. Something pinched his side. Heat shot into his body and spread like wildfire.


He growled, lifted his hand to attack—

His limbs were deadened.

"Hello, old friend. It’s about time you’ve returned," Lenox greeted. Riley blinked once, twice. His eyelids grew heavy. His vision clouded. His knees buckled. Lenox caught him under his arms.

"W-wha…" His tongue and jaw barely moved. His voice fled him. He tried to grab Lenox’s arms, but his muscles were useless. The scene around him quickly faded until all that was left was the bittersweet memories of Lenox’s betrayal and the sweet scent of the white.

Monday, January 24, 2011

Sexy Dragons

Dragos 2: Scorched by Amber  KallynI so love dragons. That's why I'm super-excited to announce the coming release of my novella this Friday, 1/28.

Dragos 2: Scorched

BLURB: A rare Argentinean dragon shifter, Cynthianna "Anna" Hernandez has never known trust, peace or safety, not even by fleeing to the deepest wilds of Canada. When bounty hunter Garreth Dragos shows up during a blizzard, things get complicated as their inner dragons decide they're perfect for each other. Things get worse when the dark mage hunting Anna finds them, sending his creatures to return her to his evil clutches. He's willing to sacrifice anything and anybody to further his quest for power. Together, Anna and Garreth must trust in each other or all will be lost to evil.


And don't forget about the Release Party at TRS this Thursday. You can enter to win a Free copy of Scorched, along with a lot of other prizes and read great excerpts by a ton of authors :)

Hope to see ya'll there.

~ Amber Kallyn

You're Invited

to the galaxy’s most prestigious beauty pageant.
Clothing optional.
Romance and danger…fully provided.

CLAIRE DE LUNE
Robert Appleton & Sloane Taylor
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-011-5 (Electronic)
ISBN-13: 978-1-61124-995-8 (Paperback)
Amber Quill Press – Amber Heat

Genres: Science Fiction / Futuristic / Action / Adventure / Mystery / Detective / Voyeurism
Heat Level: HOT
Length: Novel (70k words)



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BLURB:
Cocky young detectives Gerry Rappeneau and Sebastian Thorpe-Campbell arrive at the premier lunar resort expecting a week of eye candy and long massages. With a half-billion-credit purse up for grabs, this year’s pageant is the focus of a hundred worlds. And beauty isn’t the only thing in the eye of the beholder.

One contestant, Evelyn Lyons, is attacked and her assailant killed. Surely a simple case of a stalker gone mad, as nothing bad ever happens at the Selene contest. So the brochure says.

The closer Gerry gets to Evelyn, the more he is convinced she’s hiding something. His meticulous character sparks with her wild, sassy nature, and they embark on a torrid affair. Their forbidden romance isn’t the only thing set to ignite in Pont de Reves.

Sebastian’s infatuation with demure Claire Villiers, another contestant, threatens to put all four of them in harm’s way.

A deadly trail of corporate conspiracy, monstrous assassins and hot bikini wax is more than anyone bargained for in this incendiary erotic mystery. Get ready for some serious heat on the dark side of the moon.

EXCERPT:
Evelyn’s self-esteem soared like a rocket as she gazed into Gerry’s eyes. All the need and desire that filled him shone through. She liked him, maybe more if she were honest, and had wanted him from the moment his pompous ass walked into her hotel room. Being with him and initiating sex tonight was the right thing for her to do.
Gerry wrapped an arm around her waist, tugging her closer. Damn, his hard chest felt good against her achy boobs, but not as good as his rigid cock nestling into her belly.

“Evie—"

“Don’t talk.”

He nodded and traced his index finger along her bottom lip. She nipped the tip, then sucked it in, tonguing the pad until he groaned.

“Ah, Ev—” He caught her face in his hands and kissed her with a passion that ignited her.

His tongue toyed against the seam of her mouth, then delved in, a beautiful taste of wine and herbs, lapping and swirling until her knees trembled. With a regretful sigh, she pulled away.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No talking. It’s my little quirk.” She tapped his mouth, then took his hand and led him to the sand. After she stooped, she patted the ground, inviting him to join her.
Evelyn rose up on her knees and combed her hands down his chest, flicking his nipples until they sprang to life. Intrigued, she swiped her tongue over her dry lips and leaned into him, licking and sucking the copper-colored discs.
She continued lower to the blond tuft cradling his cock. Gently, she glided her thumb over his swollen head, teasing the drops of pre-cum from the slit to the sensitive underside. Her other hand cupped his balls, rolling the tight sacs with her fingers, taking pleasure in her teasing.

His hips jerked with each touch. Through hooded eyes, he watched, but did as she had requested and maintained silence.

On a rush of air, she gave his lips a quick peck and eased over him, holding her thighs tight against his frame. Heat emanated from his body, soothing and stimulating, a new awareness she longed to experience more than once.
Her breasts swayed close to his mouth. He stretched up and tweaked her pebbled nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. Cuddling them together, he licked and suckled the sensitive tips, first one, then the other. A deep shiver rocketed through her, increasing the ache low in her belly.

She teased his cock along her nether lips, loving the feel of his hot flesh grazing against her clit. In slow motion, she edged onto his shaft, savoring the inches that penetrated her wet vagina.

He rocked into her, clutching her hips, holding her in place. She locked her hands around his wrists and pulled them away, the need to set the pace paramount.

“This is so sexy I don’t want to come,” he bit out through clenched teeth.

“I do.” She slapped his hip. “Again and again.”

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LINKS:
Robert Appleton www.robertappleton.co.uk

Sloane Taylor www.sloanetaylor.com

Friday, January 21, 2011

Year of the Zombie?



Hey! Isy here. Happy new year!

This year, for me anyway, is about the zombie. I have a new series from Changeling Press this year. I'd be honored if you'd read about it. Thank yoU!

Isy


DUSTY MILE: CHARMER
Changeling Press

In a world where humans are prey, new rules for sex and love are still evolving...

Caroline McGrath is thrilled to find another survivor of the zombie apocalypse -- until she realizes he's Robbie Huston, the only guy she ever had a one-night stand with.

Now they're depending on each other for their very survival, and the sparks fly. Still, she has to wonder if Robbie would want her if she wasn't just about the only woman left on Earth? After all, he walked away once.

When they find Tyler, another survivor, everything gets more complicated. Caroline discovers she likes being watched, but while Tyler has no problem indulging her voyeuristic fantasies, and even joining their sensual play, Caroline's now got twice as much to lose? Will she be able to hold on to both her men once they reach Robbie's uncle at Dusty Mile?

Coming soon!

Read the first chapter!

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Eliza March's Enchanted Mountain

The Moon, The Madness, and The Magic is the second book in the Enchanted Mountain series...The Lion, The Leopard, and The Wolf is the first. Either are stand alone stories.

The Enchanted Mountain is somewhere in the Colorado Rockies, the epi-center of the lore, and it is the one place where paranormal beings of all kinds instinctively gravitate in times of need.

In the middle of the mountain is Fantasy Lodge, owned by a couple of shape-shifters. They discover the one woman who completes them and help her through her transition. Yet this erotic getaway is a no holds barred location where everything and anything goes.

You'll never know what to expect or what you'll stumble upon in the forest. Down in the nightclub you might run into a demon or two. Maybe a succubus or a dragon-shifter will ask you to dance or offer you a drink. Even the vamps and Weres like to dance at the club or night ski on the slopes in the winter.

Mostly, you'll know when you get there that this is where you can release your sexual inhibitions with some of the most beautiful species on any plane. But if you find your way to Enchanted Mountain...you'd better start wondering what the hell you are...just like the heroes in the second book. It takes the heroine to convince them that nothing is as it seemed.

Stop by my blog for information about all my books and for excerpts from the most recent. Come and browse, sign up for my newsletter, or comment on my articles about reading and writing at Eliza March Writes... Oh yes, it's for adults. I have several pictures of a few good men for you to admire as well.   

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Short Stories with a Bang

Looking for a quick read? I have two great short stories with a bang. Click on cover to purchase information.


Salvation Blurb
Darius set out tonight to meet his end. Instead of meeting the true death and seeing the sun for one last time, he stumbles upon a reason to live. After a millennia of being held a sex slave by the Vampire Queen, he finally finds his mate, but she lie dying on a park bench. Will Darius be able to sacrifice her soul to save himself? And will he risk going back to the one person he desperately wanted to escape to help his mate through the change?

Salvation Excerpt
She ruined him to love, turning him into her sex slave, diminishing his strength as a male. When she came to him, he’d been honored to be chosen, but after an eternity chained to the wall in the damp, dark crypt, honor was no longer a word he understood. Shame and anguish were his brands. His lust for all things, including blood, left with his will to endure long ago.

But today, the day he planned to take his departure from this world, the thirst returned, calling to him from this exquisite creature waiting at Death’s door. Darius’s harsh laugh echoed among the trees. Fate was a tease. She played with his emotions and tempted him further into condemnation, searing his torture just as the straps of silver singed their pattern into his flesh.

The iron-tainted smell of blood permeated the air. Darius stared into the woman’s angelic face. With her eyes closed and lips slightly parted, the childlike innocence of her expression pleaded with him for mercy, but not the kind of mercy he struggled to administer. The death awaiting her was not the kind he was prepared to give. He reached out and fingered a lock of her golden brown hair, then caressed the side of her round face, wiping the dried blood from her mouth. She was lovely. Can she accept me as I am— a broken monster?


Blurb for Red in the Hood (Written as Vivica Lace)
Forbidden urges take over Dani as she watches Red visit her grandmother each day. Trapped in an urban jungle, constrained by the laws of her pack, Dani struggles with her attraction to Red.  Unable to resist her yearning any longer, Dani breaks all the rules and finds her happily ever after.

Excerpt for Red in the Hood
Dani could hear the fast-paced clicks of Red’s heels on the concrete as she hurried to the building. They matched the frantic rhythm of Red’s heart. The wolf in Dani enhanced her senses, especially her hearing and sense of smell. Red hadn’t grown up in the hood. Only began coming around when her grandma got sick about six months ago. Each day, Dani hurried home to see her, but never spoke to Red. Dani didn’t understand her attraction to this female. She tried to ignore it, but was drawn to Red.

“Yo, D. Wus up?” Aaron flashed Dani a sideways grin, eyeing her up and down.

Dani punched Aaron in the arm. He was her little brother’s best friend and a pain in her ass. “Not much. Don’t y’all have something better to do than just sit out here all day?” Dani took a seat on the steps behind her brother, Dwayne, never taking her eyes off Red.

Aaron shifted his eyes across the street, then back to Dani. “Seriously, I don’t understand you. You can have any male from the pack you want, but you want a human female. You know the elders will never allow it.” The solemn tone in his voice gave warning of his seriousness.

“Ain’t nobody thinking about that girl,” Dani lied, glancing across the street.

Red climbed the concrete steps to the front door of the brick building, her chocolate legs accentuated with each step she took in the four-inch stilettos. They were runner’s legs, long and lithe, good for wrapping around your waist. The red dress she wore hugged her like poured latex, pushing her breasts up so they nearly spilled out the top. Liquid fire surged through Dani’s veins when she thought about those breasts in her mouth. She imagined her hands skirting the contours of Red’s body and slipping under the dress. Wet heat coursed between Dani’s legs.

Dani ran her hands through her mess of curls and breathed deeply to regain her composure, not wanting the males to scent her arousal and Red disappeared into the building. Damn that girl was hot. Even though she was off limits, Dani had to have her. Red’s image taunted Dani every night. She tried to push Red out of her mind with others, but that only made Dani want her more. Each random face replaced with Red’s. The power she held over Dani was as if they were mated, but this was impossible. Only males and females mated. Right? Was Fate so cruel that she bonded Dani to an impossible partner?

Dani had to find out more about this girl. Red’s mother never came back after college, disappointing everyone in the neighborhood. She was the first to escape. It wasn’t until twenty years later that Red showed up, bringing food and medicine to the failing elder. At one sniff, Dani knew Red wasn’t one of them, her smell distinctly human. The gene sometimes skipped a generation.

They were the lucky ones.

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Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Do Something: Helping Homeless Teens


I could post an excerpt, or two. I could provide a blurb about my debut novel or current writing projects. Or, I could help “do something” to help a homeless teen. 

Last night, I read about a campaign to donate Jeans for Teens. The organization DoSomething.org has joined with Aeropostale stores in order to collect “gently used” jeans, and distribute them to those in need. The program runs through February 13.

A lot of teens run away from home to escape unhealthy living situations, physical abuse and an environment that may not understand that they prefer a same-sex relationship. The unstable family life at home can further fuel physical abuse. The Los Angeles Times recently ran an in-depth story on the increased amount of homeless gay teens in Southern California; most of those interviewed left home for the reasons stated above. 

DoSomething.org burst into the limelight with their campaign to stop teen dating abuse, and the organization’s “reenactment” video of the Rihanna/Chris Brown altercation, based upon court transcripts. During a quick search, it appears as if the video has been taken down, but here are some celebrity stills and reactions on the serious subject.

My debut novel Sex University: PHYSICAL EDUCATION contains BDSM elements/spanking. It’s not meant to cause physical harm, and it’s certainly not meant to demoralize an individual. There’s a difference. The scenes entice and stimulate, and the story also takes place within a controlled, consensual environment.

While we’re still fresh in the New Year 2011, and thinking about our resolutions to “do something” to help others, you can take a small step and clean out the closet or drawers and donate Jeans for Teens. It’s the perfect time to get involved.

Thanks for stopping by, and listening.

Louisa Bacio
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Ann Lory’s blog dates run through Sunday, January 23, 2011, so the contest will end that evening at 5 p.m. PST.

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Sunday, January 16, 2011

Pick up your copy of Bridled and Branded this Weekend

Bridled and Branded by Natalie Acres

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Blurb:



Lynlee Lewis is an old-fashioned girl who might as well take the lead in a modern day romance. She met a boy, when he was just a boy. She fell in love, but he barely noticed. Now, Lynlee wants to place a woman’s brand on Blaine McCain, but will his past prevent her from staking a claim?

Lynlee’s storybook romance isn’t without its villains and obstacles. Add in the fact that Blaine rarely travels behind a bedroom door without company and Lynlee wonders why she’s so taken by the cowboy in the first place.

Throw in a deadly situation and Lynlee finds herself in the midst of danger when a knife is shoved against her throat. Worse still, the man behind the blade is traveling with a wife who is no stranger to Blaine McCain. And someone wants to turn Blaine's life upside down with a package full of problems.



Excerpt:


Copyright © 2010


The following excerpt is suitable for all audiences


Chapter One


Lynlee’s gaze darted around the crowded equestrian center as the riding groom led her to the show ring. Prancer danced underneath her, but Lynlee used her leg muscles to grip tighter, determined to drive the feisty mare forward.

Even with a large purse and a grand championship at stake, only one thought crossed her mind.

Where is he?

The announcer welcomed the new competitors. The Five-Gaited Open Division was full of trainers, not amateurs, but Lynlee had the horse for show and the skills to guide Prancer straight into the winner’s circle and claim the coveted victory.

Entering the class with a good first pass, Prancer moved to the outside and struck a gait with an aim to please. The sensational feeling of gaining one of the judge’s attentive gazes washed over Lynlee upon entry. She resisted the urge to look over her shoulder and see if the judge made a mark on his score card.

Around and around, she met up to the challenge of being in a class some might consider out of her league. She didn’t share those sentiments, and besides, Lynlee only had one reason for being there, and she hadn’t spotted him yet.

Blaine McCain never missed the Annual Carolina Showplace Horse Show in Asheville, North Carolina. And when he arrived, Blaine put forth a lot of effort in order to command center stage. His entourage, a pack of pretty boys, gained every woman’s undivided attention. If he walked into the facility, Lynlee would see him.

“Rack ’em on!” The announcer called out. Prancer’s hooves plodded against the ground, and by the time Lynlee returned her focus to the horse under hand, the crowd hummed with plenty of praise.

Glancing out of her peripheral vision, she made a beautiful pass in front of the judges, and in Lynlee-style, she flipped her wrist and gave Prancer the signal her mounts recognized. The gesture was a simple movement to warn of a nearby crop she never used, but the horses she trained responded to the caution and let their legs work for the money.

A few minutes later, the crowd took to their feet and palms came together as they cheered for Lynlee and Prancer, the champions of the hour. With her number called and then her name, she relied on her loyal companion to march toward the gate. She waited for the roses, smiled for the cameras, accepted her blue ribbon, and then enjoyed a coveted victorious finish, which was all the sweeter when she spotted Blaine.

With a standing ovation and many admirers, Lynlee savored everything about her ten seconds of glory. The relished championship made the moment priceless, but Blaine gave her something more. He nodded his head in her direction and nudged one of his buddies in the process.

Life was never sweeter until she went one way, and Prancer went the other......




Read adult excerpts here:
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