Saturday, May 26, 2012

COMING IN JUNE - NIGHT TRAIN TO VENICE - Gay Erotic Romance/Contemporary Dark Fantasy

Due to other writing commitments, it's been a long time coming, this third story featuring vampire Alexandros Nicolaides and his human Italian lover, Dante Rocco. June 10th will see their newest story available on Amber Quill's Allure GLBT site.

The stories may be read individually or in the series. In July, the three will be released together in paperback.

When I'd finished the first story introducing them, I wasn't ready to let them go. Plus, I'd broken a rule in writing suspense, which says the bad guy has to have met his deserved fate. When Night Train To Naples ends, the vengeful vampire Giacomo is in the wind. I was forced to continue their saga.

Having dealt with Giacomo in Night Train To New Orleans, I felt bad that Alex's diamond courier co-worker, the newly introduced vampire, Malcolm, had no one to love. That required another adventure.

NIGHT TRAIN TO VENICE by Carolina Valdez

Global Diamond Couriers in New Orleans chooses Dante, a human Italian who has been to Venice, to make a major delivery there. Pickpockets seem to be the major threat in Venice, but Dante’s wary vampire lover, Alexandros, suspects the trip could be life threatening. Diamonds might be a collector’s best friend, but for a courier the next delivery could mean death. He convinces their CEO to send him and Malcolm, the other staff vampire, as bodyguards.

Malcolm’s steward on the night train to Venice is Nick, a hot, younger man who seduces him into a whirlwind affair. But when Nick appears unannounced in their secret Venetian hotel, he’s sucked into a maelstrom of danger and deceit none of them may survive...


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Friday, May 25, 2012

Zenobia Renquist TRS Blue Winner!

Congratulations to MicheleAnn Oboyle!

She's won my TRS Blue contest and will be receiving THREE of my Changeling Press back list titles.

Thanks to all those who came out and commented. You made this a very fun event.

Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different & Unique Romance
Twitter: @ZenobiaRenquist

Winners of FREE ebooks from The Orion Series ...

Thanks again to the TRS Blue staff for hosting me at the Blogathon.

I had fun, and hope all the readers did, too.

Here are 4 winning commenters, entered in a random drawing for FREE ebooks from my Orion series.

Lisa G

Vanessa N

F Chen

PC  -- please contact me with your email addy

Happy Reading!

... red hot romance!

Another Winner

Thanks to everyone who read my excerpt here and my other posts at the Romance Studio's regular blog. My Princess assists me randomly drawing the winners of my competitions so it was a total coincidence that the e book prize went to another Lee...

Catherine Lee, who commented on my post here at TRS Blue. Congratulations Catherine!

Until next time everyone, keep smiling,

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Erica's Choice releases Aug 2012

Winner of The Forbidden Claim & GC

Thank you to all who stopped by during the TRS Blog-A-Thon!

Congrats to:

Christine : Winner of my $10 Amazon E-Gift Card

Lysette : Winner of eBook "Your Choice" giveaway
She picked The Forbidden Claim.

The Forbidden Claim is currently on Tour 

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Check it out for a chance to win an eBook Copy!!

And the winner of Rake's Honour is...


Thanks so much, everyone, for stopping by and entering the competition. I've drawn a name out of the barrel and the winning copy of Rake's Honour is on its way.

Have fun until next time.

Beverley Oakley

Our Winner

Congratulations to Kara! She's our winner this time around. Kara has won a digital copy of our latest erotic science fiction Trouble at the Hotel Baba Ghanoush. 

Galactic Enforcer Fontana Marks is ordered to rest, recuperate, and find a man. But nothing is as it seems on the fantasy planet, not the naked man running from someone…or the trench coat she steals in order to save him.

Thanks to everyone who stopped and visited with us. We'll see you around the cyber water cooler.

My lucky winner

Heh heh. To answer your questions ladies, yes, you can have one of these for your birthday. For now, my winner will have to settle for a copy of Hawk and the Cougar.

Elijana Kindle, you're it! 

Thanks, ladies, for visiting with me.


Thursday, May 24, 2012

Winner of A Wicked Ride

Angels Cove

Wins a pdf of A Wicked Ride from Avril Ashton. Please email me at and I'll send your prize.
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Wednesday, May 23, 2012

All good things must come to an end...

Well somewhat...

I have enjoyed posting excerpts from some of my work.

Good luck to all of those who entered the drawing for a free copy of Better Late Than Never! I will be sure to contact the winner ASAP.

But the party isn't completely over. See you in a few days at the Celebration party!


More to Come from Zenobia Renquist

Thanks everybody for hanging with me and the other authors of the TRS Blog-a-Thon. It's been fun. I've enjoyed the comments and questions and I hope you enjoyed the excerpts.

I'll be choosing my winner some time on 24 May and posting the winner here and on my blog.

So I bid you all goodnight and leave you with a taste of things to come:

Coming 29 June - Razor's Edge Press (Changeling Press erotic fiction imprint)

Pre-Game Show

Genre: Erotic Fiction, Contemporary, Exhibitionism

Friday nights means poker with a big crowd of her husband's friends who want snacks, booze, and a special brand of pre-game entertainment only she can provide.

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Coming August - Changeling Press

Caveat Emptor 7: Eternal Lovers

Genre: Erotic Paranormal Romance, BBW, Interracial, Vampire, Magic

*Series Finale*

Three couples caught in a war have only one solution -- peace. Si vis pacem, para bellum.

Darius and Medusa, Lamon and Sicily, Theron and Ryver -- these three couples have struggled to make love work in the middle of the vampire-mage war, but now talk of peace is testing the strength of their relationships. Once simple meeting could mean the end of it all or the start of a new and brighter future together.

Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different & Unique Romance
Twitter: @ZenobiaRenquist

Thanks and Good Night

A big Happy Birthday to TRS! and many thanks for having me all over your blogs. The winner of my giveaway will be chosen and contacted tomorrow.

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No Strings Attached by Stephanie Morris

TITLE: No Strings Attached
SERIES: Guilty Pleasures
AUTHOR: Stephanie Morris
GENRE/THEME: Contemporary Interracial Romance
PUBLISHER: Amira Press

Maya Dunbar has dreamed of moving out of the small town she’s from to the big city for a long as she can remember. She’s put her own life on hold to take care of her responsibilities, but now she can finally start to live for herself. Maya wants to cut loose, experience a little excitement and mind-blowing sex. When she lays eyes on Zac Landon, she knows exactly who she’ll start with.

Zac Landon is blown away the first time he meets Maya. She is breathtakingly beautiful, full of life and has a list of things to do behind closed doors that makes him more than willing to be a participant. The problem is Maya thinks she needs more than one man to fulfill her every need. Zac knows that he is the only man she needs and he won’t settle for no-strings attached.

The instant the door closed behind him, Maya walked over and sat down on the carpet next to Carla. “Okay, what are you up to now?”

“Nothing, actually. A few weeks ago, I came up with a great idea.”

“I just bet you did.” Maya wasn’t ready to share Carla’s excitement. “I’m betting it has something to do with this Zac guy, right?”

“Yes. He’s the guy who was Jay’s best man, but he didn’t get a chance to be there, remember?”

Maya nodded but kept her tone guarded. “Oh yeah, now I remember. Zac Landon. We had to put Roderick in his place in the wedding at the last minute. Flu. The guy you said was so rich his parents know the Perots.”

“Guessed it in one.” Carla stretched a little, then rubbed her back before leaning forward to rest her elbow on her knees. “Maya, Zac is so sweet. He has that charming personality. He is best friends with Jay and they work together.”

“Hang on a second.” Maya leaned forward to look Carla square in the eye. “This sounds like the sort of introduction you give someone when you are trying to play matchmaker. I don’t want to be set up with Jay’s loyal friend. What if he is looking for something serious or...or marriage?”

“Believe me, Zac’s not. His last—”

“Fine, but he is still Jay’s best friend. I want to have the chance to go out and meet completely random people.” She placed a hand on Carla’s leg to stress the importance. “Do you know that I haven’t come across many strangers in my life? I haven’t had the chance to experience the mystery of getting to know someone. Nor have I experienced the intrigue of trying to figure out a total stranger. And being here in Fort Worth, I have nothing but space and opportunity. I have my list, remember?” She started reciting it. “I want to know what it’s like to date a guy that’s wealthy.”

“Which would be Zac.”

Maya kept talking. “And a lawyer, and a police officer, and a military guy, and—”

“I remember, but when we came up with the idea of moving to Fort Worth, we thought you and I would discover these adventurous guys together.”

“So that’s it! You’re envious because you landed Jay before you could explore the way you’ve always wanted to.”

“Don’t be ridiculous. I’m just concerned that you’ll be out here alone at first, and that might not be the best thing for you.”

Maya shrugged. “I’ll be fine. I’m twenty-five and have experienced enough responsibility and maturity to last me a lifetime.”

“That’s what worries me.”

“Wait just a minute. Are you implying that I can’t be trusted on my own?”

Carla’s expression softened. “I’m saying it’s a big difference in living in Wills Point versus living in Fort Worth. It’s no secret that you have been looking forward to this move for a long time. I just think you should spend the first couple of weeks with a guy like Zac, who can show you some of the trendy places and show you the seedy parts of town while you’re finding your way.”

Maya scowled at Carla. “I hope you know that you sound like my mother right now. Is this one of those side-effects of being married and pregnant?”

“Of course not,” Carla replied around a laugh. “Believe me when I say that Zac is the guy mothers do their best to keep their daughters away from. He’s extremely attractive, sinfully sexy, and he has no desire whatsoever to get into a committed relationship.”

“You don’t say.” Mr. Zac Landon was starting to sound more intriguing. Maybe he could be her wealthy guy, as long as he understood that it was to be no strings attached. She had a lot of exploring to do. She was dying to know how people outside of Wills Point lived and played. She had every intention to discover it all while enjoying herself. The different men she encountered would add to her bank of exploration until she knew all that she needed to know.

Still, she had to be certain that Zac was the right man. “You’re positive that he has commitment phobia? He is friends with Jay, who had nothing but aspirations to find a wife and settle down.”

“I’ll be the first to admit that they have similar ideologies in several areas, but rest assured, marriage is not one of them. Zac doesn’t believe that getting married is a wise thing to do. While he won’t admit it to our faces, Zac is positive that Jay and I made a mistake and will be in divorce court before the year is up.”

Maya scowled. “You most definitely haven’t. The two of you are meant for each other. Why in the heck would he think something so terrible?”

“From what I know about him through Jay, I would say it is because of his upbringing. His parents are still married, but they don’t even live in the same country. They have a marriage of convenience.”

Maya shook her head. “I’ll be the first to say that’s extremely weird, but a person can’t base all marriages on something that is out of the ordinary.”

“I agree with you wholeheartedly, but that is the only example Zac has. Jay says that a lot of the people that run in the social circle that Zac’s parents do have the same sort of marriage. While they might not live in different countries, they live in different parts of the house, or different houses. But you and I both know that there are a lot of unhappy marriages out there, especially the high-society marriages, which is the sort of arena Zac’s parents are in. I also think that Zac is supposed to marry into that world, which he sees as hell on earth. He’s not the sort to rock the boat, so the path of least resistance is for him not to ever marry.”

“Wow. That’s very depressing.”

“Not necessarily. There isn’t a rule that states everyone must get hitched. Think about it. You don’t want to.”

“At least not for a while, but I’m not saying never. I could end up meeting Mr. Right.” She smiled at Carla. “It won’t be for at least ten years, though. I need to sow some wild oats.”

“Maya, I know you have your heart set on just jumping out into the wilderness of the city. Fine. But regardless of how ready you think you are, you need someone to show you around a little. It will be a good way to learn what to watch out for. There are some people in the city that will take advantage of you. Zac would be the perfect partner in crime, and he’s also drop-dead gorgeous.”

“That’s good and all. However, I think I am little over the age requirement of needing a babysitter. I mean, I—” She paused when a knock echoed through the apartment. For a second, her brain didn’t process the sound. “Someone’s at the door.” She jumped up. “Carla, someone is at the door! I know it’s only Jay with the food, but I am still excited.” She made her way to the door.

“Check to see who it is first!” Carla shouted when Maya went to open the door.

“Good suggestion. I got so excited that I almost forgot. Even if I do know who it is, one can never be too careful. It could end up being a crazed killer, right?” Grinning, she looked into the tiny peephole. With a startled squeak, she jumped back.

“Maya? What is it?”

“It’s not Jay.” She didn’t know the guy on the other side of her door, but even through the distorted view of the peephole, he looked very yummy.

“Does he have blond hair and green eyes?”


“Then it’s Zac.”

“My temporary guardian? He’s white.”

“You don’t say? You know Jay is white, too, right?”

Maya stuck her tongue out at Carla. “You know what I mean.”

“Yes, I do. I also know that you have dated at least one white guy in your past.”

Maya shuddered. “Now is not the time to bring up Kirby.”

“You’re right. Zac can run circles around him.”

Maya peeked through the peephole again. Jeans, red shirt, tennis shoes. Sexy-as-sin.

“Are you going to open the door?” Carla asked.

“You know what?” Maya turned the knob, a hot chill of anticipation traveling down her spine. “I most certainly am.”

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Book 1 of 4: Compromising Position

On A Whim - Coming in a Few Hours

You read the title of this post correctly. On a Whim will be releasing for your reading pleasure in a few short hours.

This is the start of my Guardian's Tales series. It's named such because these stories all have a central character -- Guardian, a powerful demi-goddess with a penchant for matchmaking. Each story is a stand alone tale (just answering that question before anyone asks). And while I don't know how books this series will have, I can say that I've already planned four others after this one.

Sidenote: This is a new release title and thus is not part of this contest.

Guardian's Tales: ON A WHIM
by Zenobia Renquist

Mortals should beware the whims of gods.

Rosaline never thought she would find a meaningful relationship at an adult party for the denizens of the preternatural community. She came to have fun and flirt with danger while hiding behind the safety of the party's rules. And then she met Sebastian, a demi-god who demands all her attention and satisfies her every need. Even though her head says it's nothing but pleasure between consenting adults with no strings attached, her heart is wondering if this fickle demi-god might actually want to be with her.

**Available in eBook**
Changeling Press:


Rosaline smiled at the vampire and gave him a little wave before she followed Kaiser back to Sebastian.
“I do love those heels,” Sebastian said as she neared him.
Like last time, his dogs surrounded him. Rosaline walked past the massive beasts to Sebastian’s makeshift throne. With a boldness that surprised her, Rosaline put her foot between Sebastian’s legs, pressing the toe of her shoe against his obvious arousal.
She smiled at him. “Do you? I think they’re too high, but my friends insisted.”
He leaned forward, digging in the toe of her shoe further, and smoothed his hand under her thigh. “They make your legs look longer and give your hips a nice swing as you walk. Very enticing.”
“Oh? So this --” She moved her foot so the bottom of her shoe rested against Sebastian’s hard dick. “-- is for me?”
She gasped and rolled her hips when Sebastian buried two fingers deep inside her pussy. He pumped a few times, pulled out, and then showed his glistening wet fingers to her. “Just as this is for me.”
“Yes, it is.” She could say that with confidence since the vampire hadn’t so much as given her a tingle.
Sebastian licked his fingers. She watched his tongue. She wanted to feel it firsthand.
“Something interests you, Rosaline?”
“Your mouth. Specifically your tongue.”
“What about it?”
“I’m giving you, and only you, special permission to use your tongue.”
Sebastian smoothed his gaze over her body before settling on her face. “You will be a delightful snack that I plan to enjoy the whole evening long.”
“I thought you might.” She looked around but didn’t see an empty space where she could lie down. “Where?”
Sebastian stood then patted the seat cushion. “Right here.”
She took his seat. After placing her hands on her knees, she spread her legs open wide. “Like this?”
The heat of his gaze as he looked at her spread pussy had her soaking the seat cushion. He ran his hands up the insides of her thighs. “Very nice.”

**Read the first chapter online**
Coming Monday (28 May) at D. Renee Bagby Presents First Chapters blog

Leave a question for me with your name and email on this and my other posts on the TRS Blue Blog throughout the Blog-a-thon for a chance to win a PDF copy of THREE of my back list Changeling Press titles (one for every day of the blog-a-thon). Contest ends 11:59PM EST on 23 May. Only comments with a question, name, and email are considered valid. Chances of winning vary widely based on the number of entrants. No purchase necessary. Void where prohibited. Must be 18 or older to win. Winner has to respond to notification email to collect prize.

Zenobia Renquist
Discover Different & Unique Romance
Twitter: @ZenobiaRenquist

When You're With Me and You! CONTEST!!!!!

My latest book is about strippers. Strippers? Hasn't that been done? Yes and no.

So you're wondering what I did differently. My stripper might have a heart of gold, but she knows exactly what she's doing and why. She's not the Julia Roberts-I'm-really-a-totally-good-girl type. Sure, she's got her issues and yes, she's got her good points, but she likes it dirty. And my hero? He's a good guy, but he's been through the wringer. He's not the gallant cop he could be. I'm okay with that.

How 'bout an excerpt? Sure. Then you've got to do some work for me. What's in it for you? Leave a comment on this thread and you're entered for a pdf from my back list. Yep. Well, leave your email and name, too, plus that pesky comment. I'll announce the winner tomorrow right here on the thread.

When You're With Me
contemp, thriller, men in uniform, suspense
m/f, light bdsm, voyeurism
available here!

A topless dancer plus a cynical cop doesn’t equal a lifetime love...or does it?

There’s more to Jude Nelson than just a sequined thong. She has big dreams of becoming an artist. There’s one tiny wrinkle in her plan-she’ll never forget the bloody image of her friend’s battered body in the dumpster.

Who can a nude dancer turn to for help? Certainly not a hardened undercover cop...

Detective Drew Alwyn is on the case to find out who murdered his good friend and fellow officer. But the moment he sees Jude, he can’t look away. He has to decide which is more important-his dedication to his job or the girl who holds his bruised and battered heart.

Will these two opposites come together to solve the case or will their desire consume them?

Reader Advisory: This story contains scenes of bondage, mentions of drug use by secondary characters, silk, sequins and art supplies used in foreplay, voyeurism and a little spanking for good measure.
Now about that excerpt...

“I knew you were special from the moment I first saw you.” He claimed her neck. Lord, he wanted her. “I don’t regret a thing I’ve gone through with you.”

Jude nodded and clutched his shirt. “I guess I need some instruction if this is supposed to go smoothly.” Her voice was breathy, sensuous, and timid. “Please?”

“I’m a pretty good teacher.” Ramon claimed her mouth once more. Virgin or not, he had to have her. The sooner, the better. Why? Because Jude was different. She made the blood course through his veins, as if she slammed every nerve ending in his body into overdrive without a second thought. Loving her was too easy and felt too right to be real. No way was he going to stop. The drug bust be damned for one night.

Jude curled into his body, pressing her soft curves into his chest. Her eyes drooped closed and she moaned. The sound of her excitement sent him over the edge, knowing he’d caused it.

Ramon smoothed his fingers over her breasts. Damn—she wore a bra. He longed to feel her bare nipples growing taut for his touch without hindrance. Next time. Her breath quickened and her hands shot up to clasp his. “Ramon!” His body wanted to rush her, but his heart made him take his time. For her, he’d progress as slowly as possible. Ramon kissed her hands and placed them at her sides. Her pleasure was of utmost importance. He could wait until later to sate himself. He kneaded her breasts. “You tell me how far we’ll go.”

She leant back just enough for him to push the jacket over her shoulders then pull her T-shirt over her head, tousling her hair. Her lacy white bra gave him a teasing peek at her breasts. The look drove Ramon wild. He brushed her hair away from her face and latched on to her collarbone. She answered him by tilting her head back to grant him better access.

“Take your shirt off,” she commanded, seeming to forget herself. “I’ve seen you so many times, but I don’t know what you look like. Show me.”

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I always dreamt of writing the stories in my head. Tall, dark, and handsome heroes are my favorites, as long as he has an independent woman keeping him in line. I earned a BA in education at Kent State University and currently hold a Masters in Education with Nova Southeastern University.

I love NASCAR, romance, books in general, Ohio farmland, dirt racing, and my menagerie of animals. I’m published with Total-E-Bound, Changeling Press, Liquid Silver Books and The Wild Rose Press. Come join me for this fantastic journey!

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Bronzed Contest Winner

Vanessa is the winner of a pdf download of Bronzed. The book has been emailed to her.

Thank you to those who stopped by and commented on my post.

It was fun taking part in the blog-a-thon!


Compromising Position by Stephanie Morris

TITLE: Compromising Position
SERIES: Guilty Pleasures
AUTHOR: Stephanie Morris
GENRE/THEME: Contemporary Interracial Romance
PUBLISHER: Amira Press

Kinsey Maxwell is positive she’s lost her mind, when she agrees to meet the male escort that has been hired for her. But she needs some inspiration for the latest novel she’s working on, and desperate times call for desperate measures. Yet, when she spots her Latin lover for the night cross the room, she realizes this set up might be exactly what she needed.

When Javier Elizondo beckons a cocktail waitress across the bar for a drink, he never expects a gorgeous stranger to approach him instead. A beautiful woman who would ignite a consuming passion he’s never experienced. But once he becomes aware of the fact that Kinsey thinks he’s someone he’s not, Javier quickly recognizes that they are in a very compromising position.

Kinsey stepped off the escalator in the Omni Hotel, struggling slightly to stay upright on her strappy heels as she spotted the bar on the other side of the lobby, her heart racing. The silk of her dress grazed against her as she walked, making her aware of every brush of her thighs. Three hundred bucks on the mint green strapless dress with an A-line skirt and empire waist that stopped just below the knee was going a bit too far, considering it would be off in less than an hour. But boy, did she look good in it.

Sweet merciful heavens above.

Nerves tumbled through her stomach at the idea of a complete stranger undressing her. What in the heck was she doing? She had to be suffering from mental insanity. Only the terrifying thought of sitting in front of her empty computer screen kept her from spinning around and running back to her car.

She looked around the semicrowded bar. On one of the sets of the deep, soft couches, a group of noisy business women laughed at each other. From the looks of their disheveled clothes and finger-strewn hair, she guessed they’d been tossing back cocktails for some time. On a nearby chair, an older woman with a persona of faded elegance shot a condemning look at the group, leaning close to whisper to the young man beside her. Up by the bar, a piano player was slaughtering a Frank Sinatra classic. There ought to be a law, Kinsey thought. And then she saw him, sitting on a couch, an empty glass on the table in front of him. He raised a signaling hand.

Her knees turned to mush.

Rhonda’s friend hadn’t lied. Astonishingly, good-looking didn’t come close to describing him. Thick, dark hair stopped just at his collar, a few curly locks falling down over his forehead. His face was sharp, angular, his eyes too shadowed under the veil of thick eyelashes for her to see the color.

His skin was bronze, a natural tan from what she could tell. If she had to guess, she would say he was Spanish. That thought gave her pause. While she’d never dated a Spanish man, she had dated outside of her race. Clearly, he didn’t have a problem with her being African American or he wouldn’t have beckoned her. More importantly, he wouldn’t have shown up in the first place.

She took her time doing another perusal of him. Her gaze paused when it reached his mouth…surrounded by a goatee that connected to the low-cut beard covering his jaw.

Have mercy.

An image burned through her mind: her naked, on her back, glancing down to see his mouth on her. And it was going to happen, everything she desired, everything she could think of.

Oh my word.

She inhaled deeply, attempting to fill her lungs with oxygen that seemed so hard to come by. Then she repeated the action.

All right. The game plan was to be classy, composed, casual…For goodness sake.

All she needed to do was walk up to the couch, introduce herself, then go upstairs with the fine specimen of a man. Kinsey reached the couch. Amber. His eyes were light brown, the color of a premium scotch. As he looked her up and down, she was grateful for her dark skin, for her cheeks had to be on fire. Classy, composed, casual.

Heavens above.

He arched a dark brow in his direction.

“Hello. I’m Kinsey.” She offered him her hand.

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Book 1 of 4: Compromising Position

Excerpt from Rake's Honour + competition

During the nineteenth century a debutante who wanted to marry well would count among her advantages beauty, a spotless reputation, a good lineage and a handsome dowry.
My heroine in Rake's Honour, Fanny Brightwell, has beauty, a perfectly acceptable lineage, a paltry dowry and, until she goes to dinner alone with the man she'd assumed was going to ask her to marry him, a spotless reputation..
In the following scene, I show how Fanny's miscalculation plays right into the hands of another aged and odious suitor, Lord Slyther. He's already sired an heir by his first wife and now he's looking for a delectable debutante to make his wife - and his slave.
You can see why Fanny is prepared to take great risks to make the man she really loves - the notorious rake, Lord Fenton - her slave... so he'll make her his wife. 

Excerpt from Rake's Honour

"Ah, but, Miss Brightwell, your misfortune is that you have miscalculated, and my fortune is that it gives me all the bargaining power in the world.”
Her already great horror was compounded as she felt his hand upon her neck, gently caressing her skin. Frozen, unable to move as she accepted the truth of his assessment, she trembled as she tried to assimilate his words. Until last night, she had conducted herself with all the decorum required by a chaste innocent, hopeful of contracting a suitable marriage. True, she wasn’t decorous by nature, but only the gleam in her eye when a handsome gentleman showed interest would give her away, surely? Not her actions. Her mother had spent her lifetime trying to subdue that reckless, adventurous streak Fanny had inherited from her ill-fated father and, until last night, Fanny could not have been accused of anything that would compromise her reputation.
“It is true, my lord, that I accompanied Lord Alverley to Vauxhall, alone, in masquerade,” she whispered, “but my virtue is unblemished.”
“Surely the boy tried to kiss you.” In the firelight she saw Lord Slyther’s stained teeth bared with prurient interest before he burst out laughing. “You didn’t enjoy it, eh? Well, that’s good, because as your future husband it’s my job to show you how to kiss. Now stand up, Miss Brightwell, if you please, and face me.”
Fanny rose, silent while her mind whirled at this new and dreadful situation. Her mother was in the next room with Antoinette. When Fanny emerged with Lord Slyther to announce the news of their engagement, Lady Brightwell would clasp Fanny tenderly to her bosom in perhaps the only gesture of genuine pleasure she’d ever extend towards her eldest daughter—the daughter upon whom she was pinning all her hopes. All the family’s hopes, Fanny amended silently. Either she or Antoinette was required to make a decent marriage if the Brightwell family was not to slide into worse than simply genteel poverty. If Fanny was not prepared to sacrifice herself to this horror, there would be no more rubbing shoulders with the haut ton. No, she’d be rubbing the chilblains of some crotchety old woman to whom she’d be paid companion, while Antoinette worked as a governess and their mother lived out her days beholden to her detested cousin, having never forgiven Fanny for failing in her duty.
“Show me your ankles.”
Fanny swallowed down her surprised outrage, only raising the skirts of her cerulean blue lutestring gown when he repeated the command, his voice now cajoling.
            He relaxed deeper into his chair with a sigh. “Such prettily turned little ankles, Miss Brightwell.” He patted his heart. “Indeed, you are going to bring me much pleasure in my dotage. Now let me feel your ankle, if you please. That’s right—raise your leg upon the footstool so I may bend forward and caress your pretty little limb.”
At this, Fanny objected while trying not to cry. Never had she been so demeaned in all her life. “With all due respect, my Lord, I committed no sin greater than conversing alone with Lord Alverley.”
“And kissing him.”
“One kiss—”
“Your reputation is besmirched, Miss Brightwell, and only I will be prepared to overlook it once it becomes public knowledge. Now, if you please, my dear, raise your little ankle over the arm of my chair so I may stroke it for you while we discuss the terms of this marriage you’re in no position to refuse.”
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Fanny raised her leg, hooking her ankle over the arm of Lord Slyther’s chair, bracing herself against the horror of the liberties he was about to take.
When his fat, bejewelled hands clasped her calf and began to stroke the contours up to her garters, just below the knee, she tried to transport herself back to the evening before, when in the arms of the thrilling stranger she had discovered her body’s responses to pleasures unknown. It was no use. Lord Slyther’s loathsome touch put him in the league of some wart-ridden toad, crawling, fat and oily to the touch.
At least she had the protection of a sheath of white silk, but when he tugged at the ribbon of her garter and slowly eased one stocking down to her ankle, she felt her defences all but crumble.
Lord Slyther rested his cheek against the bare flesh of her calf and, as if reading her thoughts, said between laboured breaths, “If you call your mother there will be no wedding and your peccadilloes, Miss Brightwell, will be all over town. Ah, such sweet young flesh. Let me press a kiss to that adorable point just behind the knee. Yes, you’ll have to turn around so I can reach it better.”
Horrified, Fanny gasped, “You’ve already determined the terms of our marriage with my mother?” She squeezed her eyes shut as Lord Slyther put his hands on her hips and drew her closer. Clutching the hem of her skirt, he raised it thigh high and she braced for the wetness of his lips against her skin.
“At great length, Miss Brightwell. Indeed, she was most forthcoming, offering me first your younger sister, Antoinette, whom she described as much more manageable.” He chuckled as she shuddered at the touch of his wet tongue upon the sensitive flesh behind her knee, while he steadied her, his stubby fingers digging into her thighs. “Less likely to cause me problems. I told her I had eyes only for you.” He had to stop to draw in another shuddering breath. “Turn around again, Miss Brightwell, so I can see your face. That’s right, yes…and just what I’d hoped to see. Fear. Innocent creature though you are now, I intend to keep you true to your adoring and—as long as you play your cards right—indulgent husband.”
Fanny fought hard not to cry. She was helpless. Her mother would not come at her screams, she knew that, for her mother had all but sold her to this loathsome creature.
“I also relish the idea of keeping such a bold and beautiful creature as you in check, my dearest Miss Brightwell. Now, sit on my lap. As I have satisfied myself that your lovely limbs are as soft and well-formed as in my fevered imaginings, it is time to satisfy myself as to your wondrous bosom. No, do not be afraid, Miss Brightwell. I plan to keep some surprises on hold. No doubt you wish to build up your anticipation for our wedding night as much as I do. For now, I wish merely to caress those magnificent mounds of creamy flesh while we discuss some of my stipulations as regards our happy union.”

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Once more for One Wicked Night...

..And some more of the hot stuff...

Silence. Justice looked at her, waited.     

Myka burst out laughing. “Wow, I did not take you for a funny guy.”

Not the response he expected. Justice gritted his teeth at her naiveté. He brought up his hand holding the gun, pointed it at her. “I don’t joke about my job.”

Her smile died a quick death. Wide eyes stared him down as her throat worked. “You—you were hired to kill me?” Her words rattled like tree branches during a wind storm.

“Said so, didn’t I?”

“No!” She shook her head. Fingers dug into the couch cushions as she tried to slide backwards, away from him. “Why? Who? I—I don’t understand.”

Justice sighed, removed the gun from his knee and placed it on the floor. “You don’t have to understand it, Myka.” He got to his feet. Her eyes grew wider, fear and desperation flaring bright in their dark depths. Her body tensed. “The fact remains, I’ve been hired to do a job.”

With the gun in his hand pointing at her, he took a step in her direction.

Myka jumped up, ran around the couch and out of the living room. Toward the front door maybe?

Justice halted, watched as her right heel got caught in the carpet. Her ankle twisted, legs buckled, but she managed to remain upright. She limped to the heavy door and banged on it.

“Help! Somebody help me, please.” Her screams were useless and he told her so.

“Nobody can hear you, Myka.” He took his time walking toward her. “The walls are soundproof.”

She spun around to face him, eyes shooting daggers. “Fuck you, you bastard.”

“Ooh, language.” He liked her like this, with fire in her eyes, minus the fear. Time to remedy that. “I’m not going to hurt you, Myka.” His words didn’t seem to comfort her, she turned around and went back to pounding on the door.

“Help, somebody, he’s going to kill me!”

Justice reached her in two strides. “Tut-tut, didn’t I just say I wasn’t going to hurt you?” He pressed his front to her back, pinning her against the door. “I’m liking this,” he murmured in her ear. “Chasing you, catching you.”

She whimpered.

He leaned over, placed the gun on a ledge by the door. “First things first, I never planned to hurt you, so get that out your mind.” Justice brushed his nose on her nape, inhaled the fragrance of heated jasmine on her skin. “At no time did I entertain hurting you, Myka.” He began pulling pins from her hair. Myka held herself so still, if it weren’t for the racing pulse behind her ear he’d think she wasn’t breathing.

Finished with the pins, Justice plunged his fingers into the mess of curls on her head. “I love your hair, Myka. The way it felt like silk dragging across my skin in Toronto.” He twisted a strand around his fingers and pulled. “You loved it when I pulled your hair, the sounds you made still echo in my head.”

A gurgled sound escaped from her. She moved as if to turn around, but he didn’t budge. “That night you were the one in charge, Myka, but things have changed.” He dropped a hand to her thigh, slid a finger up under the hem of her dress.

She tensed. “Justice.” A moan as she pushed her ass onto his cock.

He brushed her hair aside as his finger hooked on her thong. The crotch was soaked. His cock grew ever rigid. He found the tiny hole of her pussy, traced it. Hot liquid flooded his finger. Myka panted.

“Now I know your name,” he said. “And you know mine. You can say it when you cum.” He slid his finger into her cunt and bit down on her neck. Hard.

Her body jerked, a high pitched wail left her throat. Her pussy grabbed his finger, held him tight. His cock strained in the confines of his pants.

“My favorite part of Toronto was when you used your nails, Myka.” He pulled his finger out, thrust two back in. “You left your mark on me.”

Myka sobbed. Her hips swiveled, pussy sucked him deeper. She clutched at the door as she rode his fingers.                   

“Want to know what I regretted most as I watched you creep out that hotel room?” He licked her ear, caught the lobe between his teeth. “I never got to taste you the way I wanted to, feast on your juicy cunt like a last meal.” He continued thrusting into her wetness. “What do you regret?”

She shook her head while her hips sped up.

“Tell me,” he said harshly. He pulled his hand away from her. Slowly, to maximize the torture. Her walls worked furiously to trap him inside. “Tell me.”

“More,” she sobbed. “I wanted more. I wanted to keep you inside me for as long as I could.”
He moved his hand from her hair, fumbled with the buttons on his pants. “And now? Do you want me inside you now?”

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Not Always Conducive to Writing Sex

Sometimes the best laid plans, are the plans I never get done. As you can see from the generic pic above, I spent my day, not writing love scenes, but helping the small person ride his bike. Riding his bike? But this is the erotic blog! I know. Here's the thing, sometimes being an author isn't always conducive to the day job. The house still needs cleaned, the kid needs fed and the DH needs attention.

The thing is, even when life intrudes on the writing life, you gotta roll with the punches. Case in point, the small person wants to ride his bike when we camp. Great! Except he fell once, scraped his knee, got overheated - it was around 95 degrees and they were headed to the beach - and got really sick. Since then, he's been hesitant to ride. I didn't want to push, but the bike was getting too small for him.

Naturally, when the characters decide they want a threesome and to get down, that's when the small person gets up the gumption to tackle the bike situation. "I'm gonna ride it, Ma."

Part of me wanted to bring the notebook out and jot notes while he practiced. That would work, except I didn't want him thinking Mom didn't care. I do. I totally forgot about posting for the party, forgot my blog, the characters, and the rest of the things I had to do (I've got a mountain of laundry waiting on me, too), because it was time to bike ride. I forgot how nice it is to have the wind in my hair and the scent of flowers waving around me.

Yeah, the characters got snippy and yes, the chores are still there, but you know, I'm glad. I enjoyed spending time just having fun.

The sex? I'll write that tomorrow. Grin.

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Once Was Lost - Naughty Foxes + Contest

When my publisher tossed the plot bunny for a naughty fox themed multi-author event, my mind went straight to kitsune (Japanese spirit foxes) and they naughty games they play. I came up with this whole intriguing plot and even started writing it. Then it was decided that the fox stories would take place in Last Chance, Alaska and have a similar background.

I had to backburner my idea. No worries though. I still plan to write it. In fact, it had become the introduction story to another series I plan to start soon. But that's a story for another time. I figured my muse wouldn't be able to switch gears to this new story idea, but that wasn't the case. A new mischievous fox popped up requesting an old debt be paid. Toss in some snow and my story was born.

by Zenobia Renquist

The man of Lorna's dreams has suddenly become a reality.

Her grandfather's dying wish for her to fulfill an old debt brought her out to Last Chance, Alaska. Lorna never thought she would meet the man who used to inhabit her dreams. He should be a figment of her imagination, an imaginary friend she'd long since out grown. After feeling the way he makes her body come alive, she's glad no one ever told him that.

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Her dream had come to life, though. He was spread before her in all his glory. She swept her gaze down his hard, lean body then gasped and looked back at his face. Her embarrassment returned and heated her cheeks. His glory was erect and on display.
His knowing grin dared her to say something. She dropped his gaze and stared at the bed. “Thank you,” she mumbled.
“You’re welcome. Now then, about my medallion.”
“My medallion.”
“Are we going to quibble over ownership or are you going to tell me where you got it?”
That same arrogant attitude as the man in her dreams. It couldn’t be a coincidence. But how could he be real?
She raised her gaze to his once more. “My grandfather gave it to me. Happy now?”
“Hardly. Who is your grandfather? What’s his name?”
“Samuel Kenning.”
The man raised his eyebrows in surprise. He peered at her then shook his head with a soft chuckle. “Grandfather, huh? Has it been that long?”
“You knew Granddaddy Samuel?”
“Knew? Past tense?”
“Yes. Granddaddy’s dead. He died last month.” She reached for the medallion that should be hanging between her breasts before she remembered it wasn’t there.
The man held it out to her.
She whispered a thank you as she cradled it in both hands and brought it to her chest.
“You loved your grandfather.”
“Very much. He’s the reason I’m here. It was his last wish that I come here. He said I would be repaying an old debt that was long past due.”
“Past due is an understatement. I thought he’d forgotten. Hell, I’d forgotten until you said his name.” He chuckled again. “Samuel. That brings back some interesting memories.” After a loud breath, he focused on her again. “He gave you my medallion so you could pay off his debt.”
“No. I’ve had this medallion for the last seventeen years.” She paused and studied him. It couldn’t be a coincidence or a fluke. “But you knew that already.”
“I don’t keep track of time, not the way you humans do. But I do remember watching a skinny little wisp of a girl with braids in her hair grow into a beautiful woman whose passion only I could sate. Then one day, she stopped appearing. I haven’t put on my human form since.”
“Human form? So you’re really a fox? That wasn’t part of my dream?”
Before her eyes, he shrank into the body of an arctic fox. The transformation should freak her out. Shapeshifters and the like were fairytales and movie magic. This wasn’t her first time seeing him shift, though this was the first time she’d been awake when it happened.
He trotted over to her and sat on his haunches, staring up at her. She placed her hand on his head. His fur was as soft as she remembered. Feeling it brought tears to her eyes as she remembered all the nights they had spent together. Running through the snow in an endless game of tag, swimming in waters whose chill never touched her, and long talks about nothing had made up her childhood. When she got older, their games matured. She missed those nights. It broke her heart when they had stopped.
She leaned forward and hugged his neck. “I missed you.”
The fur beneath her touch disappeared, replaced by smooth, warm skin. Strong arms surrounded her and held her against a hard chest.
“I’ve missed you too, kitling.”
“But how? Those were just dreams.”
“Later.” He pulled back enough to claim her lips in a kiss that conveyed how much he had missed her.
She should be scared. She should be pushing him away and demanding he not touch her. Lorna wrapped her arms around her fox’s shoulders and held him tight. Everything about him was as she remembered it -- his scent, his feel, the way he kissed her breath away and made her feel like she would fall into oblivion if she dared let him go.

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