CELEBRATING ANYTHING A LITTLE BIT WICKED AND NICE….
JUNE 2014 CELEBRATE WOMEN OF WONDER WITH LIZ ADAMS, INCLUDING GIVE AWAYS – MY OWN STEPHANIE BEAUMAN OF EMBEDDED AMONGST THOSE GUTSY SEXY WOMEN…
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This was my very first Siren book! Available at www.bookstrand/simone-sinna and on Amazon
Journalist Stephanie Beauman goes undercover to investigate a corrupt business deal, taking a job as hostess for enigmatic businessman Gabriel de Romanos. She is drawn into a world of high-stakes business, social excess and murder, as de Romanos and his rival Miguel involve her in their business and sexual games.
WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 30th Beth Carter’s new release!
A Wanted Man (Releases Oct. 31! pre-order here ) Hot erotic futuristic MM…
The world has changed. No one knows how the Z-disease happened, but no cure is available. Humanity is a forgotten concept and to survive the scavengers and roaming plague scouts, one must blend in or become invisible. And above all never trust anyone.
Atticus is a loner, avoiding human contact as much as possible. Until he discovers a young man on his own in the deserted wasteland and he can’t help but be curious. So he watches, content to admire from afar. But when bounty hunters come for the young man, he makes the choice to step in and save him.
Kit escaped the brutal confines of imprisonment just before he was to be sold into being a sex slave. But the slavers aren’t the only ones who want him. The underground scientists have finally found him, and they want him because he’s the only person born immune to the plague.
Kit might be wary of the handsome loner but he realizes Atticus might just be the person he needs to stay safe, if only he didn’t feel so attracted to the man.
Dreamland (Released Oct. 2nd): MFscorching erotica (42,259 words)
Dicen Burke had it all. As lead singer in the world famous rock band, Dark Army, the world lay at his feet. But the path to super stardom warred with a painful past and during a performance the demons haunting him finally descended. Unable to stop the self destructive path of alcohol and drugs, when he fell, he fell hard
He wakes up in a world he doesn’t know. The Twenty-first century rocker is now in the 1920’s, lost and bewildered. He’s taken in by Juliet Fox, a beautiful woman trying to be a positive influence in her brother’s wild lifestyle among the Hollywood Motion Picture elite.
Dicen does his best to adapt, and with Juliet by his side, he discovers a world that offers him a clean slate. But when he’s pulled back to the present, separated by time from the one person that gives him a reason to live, will he find a way to push past his demons as well as find Juliet again?
WEDNESDAY OCTOBER 9TH : Trusting Her Two Doms by Marla Monroe
WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 18TH with MELLIE MILLER and GAMBLER’S FOLLY
WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 11TH with Beth D. Carter and Sleeping Beauty
Now this grabbed my attention – have tried most things (writing I mean…) but this is out there! Erotic, Futuristic Sci-Fi Menage a Trois MMF. Wow! Not like any other Sleeping Beauty I might have read me thinks!
Ronan Hark and Noah Kabot are deep space salvagers, partners in business as well as in life. While investigating an old ship they discover a cryo chamber holding the frozen body of a beautiful woman who’s been asleep for thirty-one years. Against Ronan’s better judgment, they take the chamber and wake her up.
Alivia Carian has spent her life living as a sheltered yet unloved princess, until the day she is forced into cryostasis. It was only supposed to be for a short time, but somehow her ship crashed and she became nothing more than a memory.
But now everything has changed. A hunter is after her and killing anyone who knows she’s alive. As they race across the expanse of space, can Ronan and Noah keep her safe? And what happens when she finally returns home to confront a life that forgot about her?
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WEDNESDAY SEPTEMBER 4TH WITH SKYE MICHAELS: CHECK THESE OUT!
A scorching BDSM erotic romance….
Golden Dolphin Three
Violette O’Reilly, concert violinist, is injured by a fall down the stairs in the subway after an evening performance at Lincoln Center. Her Dom, well-known Manhattan real estate developer, Nik Rossiter, convinces her to recuperate aboard the Golden Dolphin, the three hundred foot super yacht on a BDSM cruise to Rio de Janeiro for Carnival while he looks into the incident. Violette can’t believe anyone would hurt her on purpose, but Nik is sure it’s not an accident. Can Nik protect Violette from a jealous friend and the Russian mob can he convince her she wants to spend the rest of her life with him? Throw in some sexy jewels thieves and you’re in for a hot trip to Rio. The usual suspects are aboard including Captain Constantine Cortelis, First Mate Alexander Dragados, Saltydawg, and Jamie Deverau and Anne Sutton.
Available August 15, 2013 here
Other books by Skye Michaels available on Amazon.com and BarnesandNoble.com:
The LeClub Series: Calleigh’ Collar, Kelly’s Challenge, Anne’s Courage, Paula’s Commitment, Madison’s Choice and Belinda’s Crown
The Golden Dolphin Series: Ivorie’s Surprise, Harper’s Submission, Violette’s Vibrato, and coming soon: Cassandra’s Revenge and Pandora’s Box
The Horsemen Series: The Appearance of Impropriety
WWW.FACEBOOK.COM/SKYEMICHAELSBOOKS for covers and first chapters
Best of luck Skye!
WEDNESDAY AUGUST 28TH MAYBE NOT SO WICKED BUT CERTAINLY DELICIOUS WITH BETH CARTER AND ONCE UPON A LOVE STORY
Caleb Tasker lost his wife to cancer but it took him a long time to put her memory to rest. Deciding he needs a vacation, he accepts the gracious invitation of living in his friend’s Malibu home for an over due holiday.
Delilah Ward grew up in rural Mississippi and ran away when she was sixteen, moving to Los Angeles with thoughts of being anything but the person she was born to be. But reality settled in quickly and the bright lights of Hollywood soon faded into the dark abyss of dancing on a darkened platform.
Caleb is used to love being easy and Delilah is used to fighting against everything. They have nothing in common except a wildfire attraction that won’t let go of them. But when tough choices need to be made, will they both be able to be honest to what they really want? (This is a sequel to “Love Story for a Snow Princess” but can be read as a stand-alone)
Buy link: http://www.bookstrand.com/once-upon-a-love-story or at my website www.bethdcarter.com
WEDNESDAY AUGUST 21ST GET WICKED WITH CATHERINE SHARP IN UNTAMED HEART!
WEDNESDAY JULY 31ST THE APPEARANCE OF IMPROPIETY BY SKYE MICHAELS
Like a romance, horses, Florida’s rich and classy? This is for you!
The Appearance of Impropriety
When Victoria Rose Aldrich de Alvarez, high-powered Miami litigation attorney and international level dressage rider, has a flat tire on the Florida Turnpike on her way to the Wellington horse show grounds, she meets handsome polo player, Zack Talbot, when he stops to help her out.
Zack and Tori hit it off in a big way and soon find themselves in a relationship that seems to have great promise. When Zack becomes aware that they might have a conflict of interest with regard to a case Tori is handling in which Zack’s company, Z-Tech, is the Plaintiff, he knows he is in for a rough ride. He has already developed feelings for her and is reluctant to confront the problem, hoping it will go away before Tori or her client, the unpleasant Mr. Green, learn of it.
When Tori finds herself facing a malpractice suit and possible disbarment, can Zack salvage the situation. Can Tori forgive Zack, and can they mend their relationship?
This gently paced love story is a Romance with a capital ‘r’ so sit back with a glass of champagne and prepare to lose yourself in the Florida high flyers (I could think of worse places to disappear!). Both hero and heroine are survivors of marriages that didn’t work, but recognise the chemistry between them is just what they had been looking for and previously missed out on. They seem entirely suited to each other; just one minor problem of the Victoria is representing the low life who is trying to take Zack’s company to the cleaners.
Midst the increasing tension of who and when is this going to be exposed, we get to spend plenty of time with Victoria and Zack (and Victoria’s wonderful horses Rocky and Rosebud), learn about Grand Prix dressage to music (I used to Event but I thought it was only the Lippzaners that did the music bit, so this was fun to read about) and polo, and odd rub up against the ex-husband/girlfriend and just by the by – some wonderful hot sex!
WEDNESDAY JULY 17TH ICEBREAKER NOW OUT! ON SALE $4.49
Sienna Martin has been training as a private investigator and needs a job, so when her friend Elle has a task in the snowfields, all expenses paid by DJ, the resort owner, what’s not to like? Checking out Steve Prescott and his new nightclub might even be fun. Trouble is, she has to pretend to be Elle, and when Connell Crane, the hot resort manager, thinks he knows things about the real Elle that she doesn’t, things rapidly start to go wrong.
Steve and Connell seemed to be working together, or is Connell about to do a double-cross? Attracted to them both, Sienna is torn. A twenty-five-year-old mysterious death ties them and DJ together, but just how? And when a murder attempt brings the real Elle running, and Sienna gets herself tied up in Steve’s basement just about anything might happen…
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 37,781 words
WEDNESDAY JULY 10TH RELEASE TOMORROW TEXAS TIME OF ICEBREAKER!
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Tips for Surviving for First Night as a Sub at High Tower
So you’re all dressed up? Taken hours to look just right, suitable level of cleavage and perfected the look of innocence (it’s your first night, this isn’t hard. Just try not to look terrified!). Maybe a new G-String matching the see-through bra? Just in case both the very hot two men you fancy help you overcome your fear. You’re doing well…just do remember High Towers is in a remote street in a small town…and there’s snow−lots of it. Wear a coat girl! Your hot men will appreciate an erect nipple but not if it’s frozen solid…
I know you want to talk to your girlfriends about this. Maybe you’re so nervous you’d like to take one with you. Believe me, there is time for talking with them afterwards. This is your night, you look hot and the two hottest men in the room are going to make you forget your girlfriend’s names! Temporarily that is. Sashay your way into the room, drop the coat, channel your favourite hot female movie star, and the night is yours!
‘Do you whip or get whipped?” is not recommended as an opening line. Have a glass of champagne instead. If this is your first time, unless you’re a really good actress, the rather delicious club owner is going to probably pick it, and have you looked after…he might just bring in reinforcements and take you to the cellar.
If you’re invited to the cellar−go! Take the two hottest men−Steve and Connell come to mind−close your eyes and let them take care of you. Imagine the gentle caress of feathers on your upper thighs, one man’s hot lips over yours, the others man’s mouth opening your other lips, gentle but insistent. The more you can imagine this in advance, the more pleasure will take over your whole being. The night will be one never forgotten.
These men are not just hot. They are fit, athletic skiers. They have loads of energy, and didn’t get to be Olympic qualifiers by not persisting. Have a good night’s sleep, take an energy drink and don’t plan anything for the next day. Come to think of it, maybe for the next two days. You and they may want to linger over breakfast.
Give in. Let go of all the tasks and responsibilities. Here in High Tower’s cellar your two hot men will be responsible for you. But remember, if you don’t do as they say, they will enjoy disciplining you. But then you might enjoy that too! Remember they’ve done this before. Whatever you have imagined they have perfected.
So you’ve never been tied up? Blindfolded? You don’t know what those ropes are for? Don’t panic. Your two very hot men do. And they’ll use them for your pleasure. This will be a night like no other…
Sienna Martin has been training as a private investigator and needs a job, so when her friend Elle has a task in the snowfields, all expenses paid by DJ, the resort owner, what’s not to like? Checking out Steve Prescott and his new nightclub might even be fun. Trouble is, she has to pretend to be Elle, and when Connell Crane, the hot resort manager, thinks he knows things about the real Elle that she doesn’t, things rapidly start to go wrong.
Steve and Connell seemed to be working together, or is Connell about to do a double-cross? Attracted to them both, Sienna is torn. A twenty-five-year-old mysterious death ties them and DJ together, but just how? And when a murder attempt brings the real Elle running, and Sienna gets herself tied up in Steve’s basement just about anything might happen…
Genre: BDSM, Contemporary, Ménage a Trois/Quatre
Length: 37,781 words
WEDNESDAY JUNE 26TH WITH JANE WALLACE-KNIGHT
JANE’S Wicked Indulgence:
I make a cake for family and friends that I call The Triple Threat Chocolate Indulgence. I try not to make it too often because I can’t resist it!
THE HOLY TRINITY Synopsis:
Sam Reed was born different, it was a fact he had always known and tried to hide. Abandoned as a baby he had always felt out of place, never really knowing where he came from or why he could do the things he could.
Jackson Harcourt had long feared the day he would meet his mate. Banished from his birth pack, Jackson soon found himself in charge of a pack of outcasts and misfits, all looking for somewhere to belong. Fifty years ago Jackson met and fell in love with a seven hundred year old vampire named Alek and together they had not only built themselves a pack, but a family.
When fate threw Sam, Jackson’s true mate, into Jackson’s path, Alek’s ancient heart felt as though it would finally break into too many pieces to ever again be whole. As Alek prepared for the worst though, he began to wonder if perhaps fate didn’t, truly, move in mysterious ways.
Check it out here! Got some great ratings!
Jane Wallace-Knight lives in the East of England in a small town on the coast, in a house by the sea. She finds that walking along the beach with her dog each morning is the best time to let her imagination run wild and give her the inspiration needed to write.
In her free time, Jane loves baking and cake decorating and often makes cakes for the special occasions in her friends’ and family’s lives. A vegetarian from the age of eleven, and an avid animal lover,Jane finds it hard to turn away a stray, and as a result lives with a dog, two cats, and a very understanding family.
WEDNESDAY JUNE 19TH WICKED DELIGHTS WITH TASHA BLACKSTONE & ECHO IN THE NIGHT
This paranormal MF look delicious! Simone. Out today! Here
Thank you, Simone, for having me today! I’m so excited to be able to share my newest release with everyone. This will be my 3rd release this year with Siren Publishing and I am having such a great time making my way around and getting to know fellow authors and readers!
I’ve been trying to figure out what my most wicked indulgence is and I have to admit, I think I must be one of the most boring erotic romance writers in existence! Lol I drink tequila (Patron Silver please!), I wish I loved wine because it looks so yummy but I can’t get past the cheeky bite every time I take a sip, I would give up every nutritious piece of food just to get my hands on some chocolate, I love sex – wouldn’t object if I could indulge in it every single day although life disagrees with me and tends to get in the way, and I am a total girly girl and throw temper tantrums like a spoiled princess if I can’t get my nails done.
I do enjoy visits to the local adult shop though. J They have an awesome array of toys – some I happily use and some I think “Oh My God! How does that NOT hurt!” lol I also love the variety of lingerie – there’s something so exciting about how a single piece of lingerie can make you feel like the sexy Goddess you were born to be! I’ll take silk or satin over flannel any day of the week!
ECHO IN THE NIGHT
Can a Witch who was born to be a Vampire Hunter find true love with her mortal enemy?
It’s easy to live life on auto pilot and that’s just what Echo Abbott is doing. That is until everything shifts. As her house of cards begins to crumble, she meets Henry Knight. Obnoxious and gorgeous she can’t stop thinking about him and against her better judgment she wonders if he is the key to healing her broken heart.
In this dark, seductive tale set in the heart of Oregon, Echo is a Witch with remarkable powers whose gift is sought after by a power hungry Vampire, Corrine. Corrine’s brother, Henry, is a willing pawn in her fight for the ultimate power and has been tracking Echo for years. Seeking out Echo’s weakness he soon finds his desire for her is more than he can control. He wants Echo all to himself, but can he convince her that he isn’t the enemy before it’s too late or will her stubborn nature be her downfall?
New to publishing, but not new to writing, Tasha Blackstone has been spinning tales ever since she was a little girl with an overwhelming imagination. She has spent her life weaving stories, but found a love of romance back in high school when she filled her time writing fantasy love stories for friends and classmates. Though she only writes part time for now, she hopes to someday be able to write full time. When she isn’t pounding away at the keyboard, Tasha spends her time with her best friend/husband, her three teenaged kids, and her two drama queen dogs. Life is busy, overwhelming, and hectic at times, but it’s all worth it. During the late night hours, when all is quiet, you can find her working on her next work-in-progress or curled up with a good book and bottle of tequila. Yes tequila, she hates wine!
“Oh my God! I’m so sorry!” A large man with muscled arms and strong hands lifted her effortlessly from the glass battlefield. “I didn’t mean to scare you! Are you okay?”
Suddenly more pissed than scared, Echo wriggled and screamed in his embrace, trying with all of her might to break free from his hold. “Put me down!”
Gingerly and on command, he did, but as her foot found the deck, she pushed a shard of glass deeper into her heel and cried out again, “Pick me up! Pick me up! Take me inside!”
The stranger quickly swooped her up back into his arms and with rapid procession, carried her into the house and set her down onto the kitchen counter. Without a word he grabbed a towel from the oven bar, soaked it in warm water and tended to her foot, pulling out the largest shard of glass that had impaled her. She screamed and kicked at him as the pain pulsed through her and as he dropped the sharp triangle on the counter beside her, Echo could feel the familiar sensation of warm blood dripping down her foot. With an eerie swiftness, the man backed as far away from Echo as he could without stepping back outside.
“That’s–that’s a lot of blood.”
His face was ashen and there was a quiver to his voice that oddly enough set Echo at ease. He was tall and muscular with broad shoulders and a chiseled chest, easily defined even through the fabric of his gray button-up shirt. His hair was raven black and clean cut and he had the hint of a five o’clock shadow on his face. His thick eyebrows were arched in alert and his crystal-blue eyes had locked onto the droplets of blood that fell to the tiled floor. He was a beautiful mess.
“Who are you and what the fuck are you doing here?”
He did not pull his eyes from the blood when he answered. “I’m Henry. I’m here to buy your house.”
“You have got to be kidding me! Henry?” Rage pulsed through her. “As in Henry Knight the douche bag stalker who refuses to take no for answer and just leave me alone? That Henry Knight?”
He finally looked up into her eyes, a hint of a smile etched along his full lips.
“Well”—he laughed—“Most women don’t refer to me as a douche bag, but yes, I suppose I am that Henry.”
“Head down, love, and spread your legs for me—I want to see how wet you are.”
She obliged, pressing her head deep in the overstuffed comforter and spreading her legs wide. She could feel Henry hovering over her pussy as he took a deep breath and inhaled her arousal before she felt his tongue trail along the length of her pussy lips. She moaned into the bed and wiggled her ass at him, eager for him to take her fully into his mouth. His hands spread her cheeks apart and his tongue teasingly trailed along her slit again.
“Tell me what you want, love.”
“I want you,” she moaned.
He gripped her cheeks tighter and she heard an animallike growl rumble from his gut.
“I want you, Henry! I want you to devour my pussy and make me come!”
“Good girl.” His mouth was suddenly pressed firmly to her, caressing his lips around her pussy lips, tongue pushing deep into her body.
She cried out into the blanket and bucked her hips, pushing against him, eager to feel him as deep as he could be. His tongue wiggled around, licking around in circles, flicking in and out. He dragged it up her slick fold, lapping at her leaking juices as he pushed her hips forward revealing her hidden clit. Her nub pulsed and tingled in wait, and when his tongue teased the tip, she cried out louder, her need controlling her vocals. He continued to flick across her clit, building up her orgasm to the point that she could barely control it. When he sucked the sensitive nub in between his lips, she was done. Her hips seized as the walls of her pussy clenched in response to the ache and pleasure that now flooded her body. As he sucked hard on her clit, draining her of every electrifying surge, her juices flowed down her slit, drenching her. Her body relaxed and Henry continued to dine on her, lapping at her nectar, licking and sucking at her lips, drinking in every last drop that her body released. When her pussy was spent, he flipped her onto her back. His lips glistened with her juices and he dragged his tongue, cleaning up the last bit that had been smeared over his mouth, as he unzipped his trousers and let them fall to the floor, revealing his dick pushing hard against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Nervous excitement filled her as her eyes fell to his cock. Even hidden he was huge.
His fingers slid between the band and his waist and he slid the boxer briefs down over his hips, his dick springing to life, pre-cum glistening at the slit.
“Oh my gawd,” she whispered.
He looked to be a generous eight or nine inches with impressive girth, veins etched along the shaft, skin pulled tight like satin over steel, his mushroomed head purple with need.
“I’ll be gentle,” he promised.
WEDNESDAY 15TH MAY AFEW FAVOURITES!
All this wickedness has ensured the pearly gates and I are never going to be in proximity! Right now I’m angry at my back (what does the surgeon mean when he says people over forty are meant to be dead and hence an evolutionary failure of structures such as vertebrae and discs???), as well as this ensuring a goood deal of sloth (bed ridden over the weekend), Proud ICEBREAKER my first BDSM novel will be out early July, greedy because I’m hoping my mainstream psychological thriller, off to the editor today, will be accepted (and though mainstream am lusting over Liam the hero) and envious? Welll maybe kjust a little over my husband’s FABULOUS book (of which I am also proud) The Rosie Project and how well it’s doing!
WEDNESDAY 8TH MAY SINNING WITH SUMMER NEWMAN & PASSIONS IN THE NORTH COUNTRY!
Check out this hot new Canadian writer http://www.bookstrand.com/summer-newman
Jenny Ashbury is a beautiful woman from Florida running from a jealous and dangerous ex-boyfriend. She flees to Canada, hiding in an old hotel on the south shore of Nova Scotia. She meets an incredibly handsome and interesting man named Devon North, the mysterious owner of the North Country Inn. She works there for free in exchange for a room where she can disappear like a ghost. In time her brilliant business sense rescues and revives the floundering inn, and she is drawn irresistibly to Devon, a man who unleashes her unfulfilled, wild passions.
Staying at the inn, she soon learns of its ghostly inhabitants: the Captain and a nun named Maria. The lovers lived side by side for decades, separated only by a door without a lock, but they never consummated their burning love, nor ever physically touched, even once. Their spirits wander, destitute, waiting for Jenny and Devon, the perfect couple who will release them with the scorching lovemaking the Captain and Maria craved but never experienced.
Then the mad ex-boyfriend tracks Jenny down…
WEDNESDAY 1ST MAY Sinning with Shae Shannon!
Hello! I want to first and foremost thank the amazingly talented and absolute sweetheart Simone Sinna for having me today. She is one of my all time favie authors, and I am so honored to be here.
This is my very first blog that has to do with more than just a basic promo, and I am so excited! Much to my surprise, it didn’t take a whole lot of thought to answer for my seven sins like I had anticipated…hehe Lets start with wrath. I am a very compassionate, loving, and understanding person for the most part. The one thing that will bring my wrath of hell down on someone is meanness. I absolutely cannot stand rude, mean, and yucky people who intentionally hurt others. Whether it is directed at me, my family, a friend, or even a stranger, I tend to turn into the Hulk and smash them with either words or any means necessary to fix the situation.
Greed was a little harder for me to figure out. I love to help others, and would give the shirt off my back to someone in need. However, I do tend to hide chocolate from my kids, and refuse to let them into my stash, and will lock myself in the bedroom if necessary to avoid sharing. I guess this is pretty greedy… In my defense, they eat me out of house and home. Hiding it is the only way to get some!
Sloth is not a sin I get the privilege to have most of the time. Between my husband, kids, dogs, fish, and hamster, I am lucky to sit at all unless I am writing. I do tend to get extra comfy when I write. I usually prop in the corner of our sectional couch with my Tigger pillow pet on my lap and my pink laptop. I get extra cranky when I have to get up, and enjoy the lounge time.
My pride is for my family. I take being a mother and a wife seriously, and devote most of my time to making sure the house is clean, food is cooked, and they are all tended to. They fill me with pride every day.
Envy is my biggest downfall. I don’t envy out of hatefulness, or bad wishes, but instead I am happy for those who have things I don’t. I envy all of the writers who have started a great career for themselves, and my goal is to join them in being successful and helping my family financially. And, here is a big secret, I envy the people driving the new Dodge Challenger. I might secretly hope that a bird poops on it, or bugs splatter on their windshield from time to time, but mostly hope that someday I will be cruising the grocery store parking lot in a purple Challenger. (shhhh… Don’t tell!)
Gluttony is a big one. This list could go on and on! I am a total glutton with Chinese food, chocolate, coffee, pie, and rice crispy treats! There is also no such thing as too many shoes, or clothes. It is hard for me to get rid of them, and even harder to resist getting new ones! On a more personal note, I am a sexual glutton. I can never get enough! The hotter and more wild the better! (Poor hubby!)
While writing my first book, The Beginning of Eternity- Decadent Delights, I found myself falling prey to most of the sins listed above. There is something about the forbidden aspect of vampires and shifters that bring out the inner naughty in me. I greedily added enough eye candy to entertain every type of woman. Once I dove into the scene I was writing, I lazily refused to do anything until I had it finished and clicked save. Dinner ran a half hour late on some nights because of it! Pride filled me the day I hit #7 on the Best Sellers list. I envied the girls in the story, for stealing the love and affection from such a hot vampire! Of course, there was no way I could ever get enough of Gabe, Blake, and all of the shifters!
The second book of the series, Always and Forever- Decadent Delights, is set to release in June. Here is an inside look of The Beginning of Eternity. I hope you find a few deadly sins along the way for yourself!
[Siren Classic: Erotic Paranormal Romance, vampires, bondage, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
The most exciting event of Chloe Kent’s life had been opening a coffee shop with her best friend Amy. Amy, who has wild and colorful sexual encounters regularly, finds it her duty to change her obsolete love life.
One girls’ night out turns Chloe’s ordinary life upside down. When she runs into the man of her dreams, her libido goes into overdrive. She has finally found someone that is a hot, mouthwatering, pantie-twisting party of orgasms wrapped up in a sexy hunk of a man who just happens to be a vampire. Just when things start to heat up, someone wants to sacrifice her. Freakin’ figures.
Gabriel Jacobs has been waiting centuries for his one and only mate. He must work to capture her heart, while protecting her from an ancient evil vampire with a self-made Frankenstein army. With his growing need to claim and protect her, their destiny is on the line. Can this be their beginning of eternity?
The girls raised their shot glasses, toasted, and gulped the fiery liquid. Immediately after, they chased with the contents of their fruity cocktails. Slamming their glasses a little harder than necessary on the bar, they ordered up another round and giggled. “I know exactly what we need, Chloe. Wait here for a sec!”
“What are you doing, Amy? Wait…where are you going?” But, before she could stop her, Amy disappeared into the crowd of people.
Turning back to the bar, she lifted her glass and started to take a drink, when a swift movement beside her caught her attention. Jerking her head a little more dramatically than she had intended, she caught sight of the cause. Sitting on the bar stool next to her was him. Not just any him, her him. Her fantasy hunk of male perfection. Her heart stopped, and she held her breath, knowing it was all her imagination. Her mind whirled a million miles an hour, flipping through all of the previous scenes, leaving her mouth agape and her eyes as big as the moon. I am just drunk. That’s all it is. Snap out of it before someone realizes you are losing it!
He was mesmeric. The paintings did not capture his full beauty. Unable to speak, her mouth went dry, and her hands started to tremble. And then, she heard him. He was speaking to her. Snapping out of her thoughts, she shook her head, barely mumbling the words, “Excuse me? I am terribly sorry, what was that?”
A smile stretched across his face, softening his masculine features. “Hello, madam. I was simply stating that such beauty should not be sitting alone. You are stunning.” Stretching his hand out, he made introductions. “My name is Gabriel Jacobs. You are…?”
“Oh, um, thank you. I am Chloe Kent. Nice to meet you.” Meeting his hand, she was surprised when he pulled it to his lips and kissed the back of her hand, slowly, sending every cell in her body into explosions of stimulation. Her eyes never left his lips, drinking in the sweet lushness. Chloe examined his features, soaking in every detail as if her life depended on it. Dragging her gaze up to meet his eyes, she was embarrassed when she realized he had been watching her and found amusement swimming in the pools of his dark eyes.
Trying to hide her blush, she hurriedly gulped half of her drink, trying not to choke as the burn trailed down her throat. “I’m sorry, I know this seems cliché, but you look familiar. Have we met before?”
With enough heat in his eyes to make Superman’s heat vision look like a childish prank, he pulled his mouth into a devilish grin and leaned in to speak only for her to hear. “I would hope that you would classify us as more than strangers, pet. After the time we have shared, I do believe that at least puts us in the ‘acquaintance’ category. However, we will be much, much more than that very soon, I promise you.”
Her eyes bugged out of her head, her mouth dropping slowly as the recognition sunk in. Pet. He had called me pet. Before she had time to react, Amy walked up on the arm of a handsome man with golden hair and a boyish smile. Surprise lurked on her features as she looked between Gabriel and Chloe, sending subtle questioning looks to Chloe. She could see that Amy was astounded at how amazingly perfect he was and how he made her blond arm candy look like M&M’s next to her exquisite French chocolate. The amusement of the situation and the emotions pouring from the trio made a slight almost guffaw escaper from Gabriel. Gaining their attention with the sound, he turned and started introductions. Within a few minutes of small talk, and the knowledge that the blond Ken doll on her friend’s arm was Blake Marshall which suited his surfboard style, the room was enveloped with “We Made You” by Eminem. Amy, screeching like a schoolgirl, turned to Chloe, announcing, “That’s what I went to do, well, before I had the privilege of running into Blake. I figured we needed something to pump up the night! Let’s go show these boys what we can do on a dance floor!” With two loud “whoot! Whoots!” they got up from their seats.
She grabbed her friend’s hand, and they made their way through the entwined bodies on the dance floor. Gabe and Blake followed, taking care not to lose the women in the ocean of movement. Glancing around, a blush came to Chloe’s face as she realized that most everyone was doing everything but having intercourse while they swayed and ground against each other to the beat of the music. A couple was locked together in a hot embrace, their tongues exploring each other intimately only to come back up to lock in a passionate kiss that would make a porn star blush. Her body temperature bolted up a couple of notches as she tried not to stare but couldn’t stop her gaze from straying around the room in amazement. As the song changed into a pulsing, erotic melody, she and Amy started swaying to the sexy sounds pumping out of the speakers that surrounded the area. After a short moment, she relaxed and got into the beat, turning and moving her body like a belly dancer. Her arms above her head, she snaked them around in a hypnotic rhythm, designedly being a seductress and letting her inhibitions run free. Amy mimicked her moves, and both took the attention of most onlookers, bringing a crowd of people around to join them, moving their bodies against the girls and letting their hands explore.
He noticed how Chloe seemed a bit awestruck at first and watched as her body language showed her relaxing. His gaze was affixed to her every movement, watching with a deep need roaring inside of him, ready to combust at any moment. His passion turned to anger, and his primal instinct emerged the moment he witnessed the other dancers move closer to his woman. When hands started groping her, he had to swallow an attack as his fangs descended and the dark animal within came to surface. His eyes glowing a deep red, he fought the urges to grab her and carry her off to his lair where he could erase the touches with his own and brand her forever.
Through clenched teeth and protruding fangs, he closed his eyes and started sending images to her, with more intensity than probably necessary. He let his voice drift to her, clouding her senses. “My little temptress, enjoy your little bewitching dance. You will only bring more punishment to that sweet ass of yours later. Make no mistake, I have claimed you as mine and mine alone. Soon you will bear my mark, and no other will dare touch you. I will show you pleasure that you have not discovered even in the books you bury yourself in. I love you, kitten, and will make sure to fulfill every dream and desire that is in that pretty little head. You will yearn for nothing, and everything will be yours.
A Siren Erotic Romance
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The Beginning of Eternity by Shae Shannon – Review
This is sexy! Not only is it sexy, it’s also lots of fun. Shannon throws us into a world of vampires, witches and werewolves (plus a few other types) and there’s barely a moment to take breath. I loved the atmosphere she sets up in the old house that heroine Chloe thinks she has inherited from her father; she then takes us along on a romp of sex and action as Lucade and his crew try to dominate the world. But Gabriel and Chloe with her new discovered powers are up for the fight, even if Chloe is discovering them as she’s going along. This actually adds to the fun; there are a lot of light moments that also give you a giggle as the characters bounce off each other.
And did I say the sex is hot…???!!!
At times there is a lot of information thrown at us and a few to many ‘Holy crap balls’ and similar sayings (not that this did EL James any harm) for my liking, but they aren’t repetitive and fit these characters.
Lots of fun- well done for a first novel!
WEDNESDAY 24TH APRIL – SINNING WITH JESS BUFFET & HER HUNTER CLAN!
Welcome Jess- hope we meet up but only after you’ve had your coffee!!!
Hi everyone, and a big thank you to Simone for having me here today. Simone wanted to know just how much I’ve sinned lately, and I have to say, I think I even surprised myself. Lol. But that’s okay, because after reading some of the other authors answers I know I’m not alone in my sinning.
Wrath: I’m usually pretty good, I let things slide, or I just keep calm and handle the situation—lots of deep breathes. I tend to be one of those people who have a fairly high limit, but once I’ve reached that…oh, boy, that is the time to duck and cover. That and when I can’t get my coffee. It’s not a pretty sight.
Greed: I don’t want a lot. What I would like was to earn enough money so that my family didn’t have to go without anything. My hubby takes great care of us, but I’m greedy because I want to help too.
Sloth: I would love to be lazy. Lol. Having a family to look after doesn’t mesh with that theory though. Although I guess you could say I spend a lot of time sitting around on my bum while I write. Hmmm…does that count?
Pride: Okay, with this one I’m shocking. My pride as a wife and mum knows no bounds, I really do feel for my kids as they get older, because mum’s praise is just going to get downright embarrassing. Lol. And finally I have some with myself as well, especially with my first book having such a great release. When I saw my book had reached the bestsellers list—oh, yeah, there was a lot of sinning going on there.
Lust: Between my hubby and the fact that I write erotic romance…I definitely reach high. 8
Envy: I envy the speed in which some of my fellow authors are capable of writing. I’d love to be at their level. Those guys are wickedly amazing!
Gluttony: If you add coffee to the list…then I’m done for! I’m addicted, it really is a problem sometimes because I can’t get enough. Lol. You should see me when I haven’t had my first coffee for the morning, I’m barely functional. I’ve also noticed that I tend to use it as a refuel for when I’m writing.
Hunter Clan 1 – The Kayan’s Mage
(MM erotic romance, shifters, vampires, HEA)
Heat Level: Scorching
Sawyer McLeod lost his family and his entire Guild, except his twin, seven years ago. Now almost twenty-one, he is coming to the age to receive his abilities as a Mage. Unfortunately there are others who will stop at nothing to see the brothers don’t survive that long.
When Jake Hunter, Kayan for a Clan of Wolf Shifters living in Australia, finally finds his true-mate, he doesn’t expect it to be in the midst of a brutal attack. Through omissions of truth, misunderstandings, and fear, Jake struggles to prove to Sawyer that he can trust him.
When Sawyer is finally willing to give Jake a chance, a ghost from the past returns to destroy everything they have built together. Will they be able to overcome the foe long thought gone, or will it be the end for the Kayan’s Mage?
“Come to the new club, you said. It’ll be fun, you said…I’m not really feelin’ it, Riley,” Sawyer McLeod muttered to his brother.
One of these days he was really going to stop listening to that brother of his. Really, any day now. Shame he should have started yesterday.
His twin, Riley, had always had a knack for getting them into one scrape or another, but to his credit not even Sawyer had seen this coming. The group of men who were currently backing them into a corner were twice their size and just as drunk, looking more than ready to start something. The fact that their so-called best friend, Elijah, was standing with the men and encouraging them was a real kicker as well.
Sawyer was still reeling from seeing their former friend walk toward the group of men. He had thought the man had lost his mind, until Elijah had turned back, pointing his finger in their direction, and informed the men that they were the ones the group had been waiting for. Elijah had been the only friend they had, not having stayed too long in the one spot, and watching him betray them like that had felt like a knife in the gut to Sawyer. He had never had a reason not to trust the other man though. Even Elijah suggesting parking in this lot, which was situated further away from the club they were headed to, hadn’t set off any of his usual alarms. Jeez, I must be losing my touch.
“Eli, I don’t know what’s going on, but you need to stop this. Please,” he pleaded, his voice shaking toward the end.
“Why would I want to do that?” Elijah frowned. “Things are going exactly like they should.”
“You and your brother. You’re supposed to be dead, and now you will be.” Elijah made the claim as if Sawyer should have known that. “We can’t have your kind running around and multiplying.”
An icy knot formed in the pit of his stomach. Your kind? Did he know what they were? How? They were always so careful. His heart sank as Elijah’s words truly registered. He was right, they should be dead, and the fact that Elijah knew that could only mean one thing. They had been found.
Sweeping his gaze over the dimly lit lot in desperate hope of finding a way out, Sawyer noticed it was almost empty of cars. As the three large men at the front stepped forward, closing in on them, he became more aware than ever that there was no way anyone would hear a call for help from here. Even if they did, chances were it would be ignored. Life in the city.
The sounds of gravel shuffling under his feet echoed through his ears as they were backed up against the metal fence. Sawyer’s heart was beating so loudly and frantically that he was surprised he could hear anything else. Risking a quick glance at his brother, he saw his own fear mirrored in Riley’s icy blue eyes. It amazed him, even at times like this, that their eyes were the only physical difference between them, Riley’s being blue, whereas Sawyer’s were green.
Struggling to keep himself calm, at least on the outside, he tried to figure out a way of getting them past the three gigantors, then Elijah and the others. There was also another twenty metres to where their car had been parked. No problem, right?
“Com’ere, blondie,” the middle man slurred, his body swaying as he spoke. Sawyer could smell the pungent scent of stale alcohol from where he stood and shivered in revulsion when the man’s eyes raked over him. Worse still was when the man cupped his crotch and licked his lips like they were some sort of delicious meal he couldn’t wait to dig into. God, he was going to be sick.
Riley reached over and gripped Sawyer’s hand tight. He could feel the tremors running through his brother’s body, but he was hiding it well. While they may have had a slight advantage since neither he nor his brother was human, these men were big and outnumbered them. And if Elijah knew what Sawyer and Riley were, he also knew how old they were and that they wouldn’t have their abilities yet. Prime pickings.
“Seems they think they’re too good for us, Bear,” the one to Bear’s left chuckled. He took a step forward, and Sawyer couldn’t contain the whimper of fear that passed his lips even as he stepped sideways to place himself in front of his twin.
“Well now, Tiger, we’ll just have to change their minds. Won’t we, blondie?” sneered Bear.
Really, Tiger and Bear! Who were these guys, the rejects from an L. Frank Baum novel? Sawyer was just waiting for the guy on the right to pipe up and announce to the class that his name was Lion. If they were shifters, maybe he’d get it.
Wait, scrap that. Not even shifters would be that corny.
From behind him, he heard Riley mutter, “Lions, tigers, and bears, oh my.”
A snigger slipped past Sawyer’s lips, clearly indicating that his self-preservation wasn’t kicking in. Both of them had always found the most inappropriate things amusing when they were scared, and unfortunately for them, Bear didn’t seem to appreciate their particular brand of humour. No one ever did.
A fist collided with the side of his head, blindsiding him and knocking him to the ground. From where he fell, Sawyer shoved at Riley, moaning for him to run. Somewhere to his left he heard Riley scream his name, but there was nothing he could do but draw their attention, giving his brother a chance to escape as another hard kick landed in his stomach. That was going to leave a mark. Managing to regain his footing, Sawyer blocked the next hit, following it up with a right hook of his own. His fist collided with the man’s temple and the guy went down with a grunt. All those years they had spent on the street were paying off, and by the look on Elijah’s face, he hadn’t been prepared for that. A small sliver of satisfaction ran through Sawyer. The arsehole hadn’t expected on him fighting back, which meant he didn’t know Sawyer as well as he thought he did.
“That’s right, bitch. This twink fights back,” he spat out.
Pressing his body into Jake’s, Sawyer swiped his tongue along his lip in a sign of submission. He felt the wolf’s body tremble against his with barely restrained lust. Following the trail of his jaw, Sawyer gently nipped at his earlobe. “I want you to show me how to make love, to be yours, Leannán.”
“Well, this will be the first time making love for me as well, Can,” Jake said while gently laying him down on the bed.
“Aww, that’s the sweetest and corniest thing anyone has ever said to me.” He giggled as Jake’s hands slid up and under his top. Nails tracing circles around his nipples before grazing over them had Sawyer arching and moaning. “Please.”
“It’s okay, angel. I’ve got you.” Jake deftly lifted his top up and over, discarding it on the ground. “So beautiful,” the wolf sighed.
With a flick of the wrist, Jake had his jeans undone and was lowering his zipper to slide them down his legs. Sawyer hissed as strong, firm hands reached for his briefs and grazed over his leaking cock. Within seconds, Sawyer found himself lying naked on their bed, panting with need for his mate to take him. Spread out for Jake’s viewing as he was, Sawyer felt his blush spread from the top of his head to the tips of his toes. Reaching down with his hand, Jake wrapped his long fingers around Sawyer’s sensitive cock. Pumping the already weeping and engorged flesh, Jake used the pre-cum to soothe the way, leaving him begging for more. “Oh yeah…so good! Please more,” he cried as his hips bucked. Jake ran his tongue over his left nipple before trailing down to flick his belly-button ring. “Oh, god.”
“That’s it, babe…just feel,” Jake whispered, gliding his tongue downward to the angry-looking mushroom head. He was becoming impatient, trying to thrust his prick further into Jake’s mouth. If his mate didn’t fuck him soon, Sawyer was going to throw the larger man down and do it himself. “Not yet, babe. I need to get you ready.” The wolf chuckled.
Jake climbed off the bed and hastily removed his clothing, undoing his jeans, and kicking them off revealing his impressive cock. And by impressive, he meant fucking huge. How in the hell was he supposed to fit that in? The man’s dick had to be at least nine or ten inches. Sawyer wasn’t sure whether he should say wow or ouch. He settled for a very unmanly whimper.
Reaching for the bedside table, Sawyer followed his mate’s movement as he pulled out the lube he had placed there this morning. Jake prowled up onto the bed, leaning over, and slowly raked his tongue over the head of his shaft again. If he kept that up, Sawyer wasn’t going to make it. He jerked in surprise when he felt Jake slip his fingers lower to his waiting hole, rimming the outside. Sawyer clutched at the sheet below, desperate for something to hold on to, but too afraid he would rip Jake’s hair out. In one swift movement, Jake swallowed his cock as he inserted the first digit. Oh damn, that felt weird. It burned like nothing he had felt before, but the suction on his prick had Sawyer asking for more. Bobbing his head up and down, Jake flicked his tongue over the slit, pressing it in slightly. He pumped his finger, working it in and around. When he started to thrust back against the finger, Jake slid a second in, stroking over his prostate. Sawyer arched off the bed, moaning and mewling with need.
“Fuck, you’re so responsive,” Jake panted as he lifted his head.
Swooping down, Jake took the head of his leaking cock into his mouth again, inserting a third, then a fourth digit. “Now, Jake. Take me. Claim me. Now.”
Pulling out his fingers, he replaced it with the head of his slicked-up cock. Jake lifted Sawyer’s legs over his arms, pressing his head against Sawyer’s quivering entrance. “Ready?” At his nod, Jake pushed forward with a little more pressure. “Push out as I push in, angel.”
Jake pushed the head of his cock past the ring of muscles, stopping to allow him time to adjust. After giving his mate another nod, Jake began slowly thrusting, not stopping until he was fully seated.
“So full…Oh god…Please.” He clawed at Jake’s arms, burning with the need to feel his mate take him. The slow, rocking sensation was driving him mad. He understood that Jake was trying to be gentle for his first time, but he needed more. “Please, Jake, I won’t break. Love me like I know you want to, my Kayan.”
That seemed to do the trick. Eyes igniting, his nostrils flaring at the words, Jake pulled himself out until only the tip of his cock sat inside then slammed home, making Sawyer scream in ecstasy. “Yes.”
This was what he wanted.
Jake kept up the hard, pounding pace, holding nothing back. “Wrap your legs around my waist, Can.”
Linking his arms and legs around Jake, all Sawyer could do was hold on as the hands on his hips tightened, impaling him up and down on the thick shaft. “Fuck, Jake. Yes, harder, please harder,” he cried out, mindless now as he wrapped his arms around Jake, pulling the man closer. Watching as Jake’s canines dropped and his eyes shifted, Sawyer tilted his head to the side, baring his neck. “Claim me, my mate.”
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WEDNESDAY 17TH APRIL SINNING WITH LEXI DeHALO!
I’m providing a sneak peak at my upcoming release, Forbidden Moon [Be-WERE2]. It’s packed full of delicious sinfulness.
Lust is the more obvious sin in Forbidden Moon as an ex-Alpha shifter and strong Head Enforcer with submissive cravings heat up the pages. I have to say they were two of my favorite couples and they gave me plenty of steamy scenes to write.
As far as the other 6 deadly sins go, they might not all make an appearance in Forbidden Moon but you’ll definitely see some strong contenders like wrath and pride.
My personal favorite sin would definitely be Lust. That’s probably why I write Erotic Romance. I like the chemistry between the couples and watching as they explore their hidden desires. Nothing sexier than reading or writing a romance novel full of lustfulness between the two main characters!
For more updates on my latest releases, check out the links below!
Mating Moon [Be-WERE1]
Night Stragorri was born to hunt. As heir to the Stragorri bloodline, it’s his sole purpose to kill any paranormal that threatens human life. He is bound by blood to the Hunter code, but he desperately wants a way out. He didn’t imagine in a million years that one fateful visit to a shifter-infested nightclub would bring him face-to-face with the man who would change his destiny.
Akira Landers is a Were-panther with a painful history. Adopted into a pack of werewolves at an early age, he learned to fear Hunters above all others. Working at the pack-run nightclub, things are always eventful, but even he is surprised at the Hunter who enters their domain and more surprised by the attraction he feels for the other man.
Inexplicably drawn together, sparks ignite, but their pasts seek to divide them as they struggle to accept their love in a world where Hunters and Weres are mortal enemies.
Buy Link: http://www.bookstrand.com/mating-moon
“Did you at least grab my pants off the ground?” he teased. His beast purred as he stared at his mate. He didn’t realize that an actual purr made its way out of his throat and filled the air. His fangs elongated. Man he felt sexy. Night stood there watching him with those lust-filled green eyes, too focused on his every movement to reply.
Akira’s gait became sultry as his hips began swinging lightly in an age-old method of attraction. The Hunter might’ve been oblivious, but the choice of location made Akira’s beast closer to the surface than usual as his mate’s scent filled his nostrils with every breath. It was intoxicating. He slinked up to Night until he was within touching distance.
“So, did you grab those pants?” he asked again as he resisted the urge to preen for the Hunter. He licked his lips instead. Kiss me. Kiss me and I’ll forgive you anything.
“Sorry,” Night muttered as he shook his head no. He looked Akira up and down before setting the empty bottle on the only table in the small space. The apartment wasn’t much. Other than the mattress on the floor, the rest of the furniture consisted of a dresser in the corner and a table with two chairs that looked as though they’d been pulled from a Dumpster. The one thing that seemed out of place was the stainless steel mini-fridge sitting on the countertop in the kitchen area.
“But you’re welcome to take a pair of mine,” Night offered. Akira watched as the Hunter moved toward his dresser and began shuffling through the drawers until he found what he was looking for. He held up a pair of ripped blue jeans.
“I’ll give them to you on one condition though.” Night gazed down at Akira, holding the pants just out of his reach.
“Does it involve you naked, me on my knees, and a stiffness in my walk tomorrow that will make me wince with every step?” Akira fired back. He knew he probably shouldn’t be encouraging the chemistry between them. There were so many questions left unanswered, so many obstacles to overcome before they could even contemplate starting any kind of relationship, but after his run in the forest, he was feeling wild. He didn’t care that Night was a Hunter now, all that mattered was he was his mate and Akira had finally found him.
Night appeared to be seriously considering his proposition. “I’ve tried being a gentleman in the only way I know how, but it seems pointless since apparently you and I want the same thing.” Night’s eyes seemed to darken with lust, and the raw look on his face as he stared into Akira’s eyes sent a shiver through his body.
“On your knees then, Were,” Night demanded as he removed his clothing in one swift motion, freeing his already hard cock from the confines of the thin material.
Akira obeyed. He whimpered as he dropped to his knees so fast that they cracked against the hardwood floor as he fell. He didn’t even blink as pain assaulted his nerve endings. Night was still out of reach, so he dropped lower, onto his hands, and crawled to the Hunter, his eyes never leaving Night’s gaze. His eyes dropped to the Hunter’s erection for an instant, and he licked his lips.
“Yummy,” he whispered, his voice gone husky with lust. “Is that for me?”
“Say please.” Night grinned.
“Pleassseee,” Akira whimpered, gripping Night’s firm thighs and scenting the air. He smelled so good.
Night entwined his fingers in Akira’s hair, pulling him closer. “Show me how much you want me, Were,” he commanded, giving him the permission Akira was seeking.
Akira murmured a whisper of praise before wrapping his hand around the base of Night’s arousal. He was thick in his hand, and Akira longed to know how he would feel buried deep inside him. He licked his lips, his mouth literally watering for a taste. He looked up into Night’s eyes and took his first long, luxurious lick.
Night growled in response. “More,” he demanded of Akira. “Show me you need me.” His hands tightened on Akira’s loose strands of hair almost to the point of pain.
Thank god. Akira leaned forward to swallow the entire length down his mouth so that it bruised the back of his throat. He worked the hardened shaft with his tongue, throat, and just an edge of teeth. His hands massaged the soft sac nestled below the dick that he was currently licking like a lollipop.
“So good,” he mumbled between deep, rhythmic pulls of his mouth. “Want you so bad.” He felt like he had some kind of fever. He was delirious with passion. He’d never felt like this while touching another male. His beast shimmered beneath the surface of his flesh. His knew his eyes were glowing a bright purple, lit up with their own internal light.
Please, he thought deliriously. Please, don’t let this ever stop. Distantly he felt his Alpha’s voice along the Pack pathway, calling his name. It didn’t matter though. Nothing mattered. Nothing but Night’s dick in his mouth and those strong hands anchored in his hair.
Forbidden Moon [Be-WERE2] – Coming May 25th
Adam Anderson must put aside his broken heart for his Pack. Taking on a dangerous mission deep within the mountains is a step in the right direction. When Adam is severely injured, he is rescued by a lone shifter with a past as troubled as his own. What evolves from there is a romance that awakens feelings he hasn’t had since the death of his mate.
After his pack’s betrayal, Cersin Everett swore never to trust again. He resigned himself to a solitary life far away from both pack and past. However, a hunting trip turned rescue mission brings him a man that can teach him what it means to hope again.
As Sin shows Adam his world, it becomes harder for them to deny their growing feelings. But theirs is a forbidden match, an unmated pairing. They will have to either surrender to their newfound love or be torn apart by the world outside the sanctuary of Sin’s home.
“How about we up the stakes?” Adam watched as Sin raised one eyebrow at the suggestion.
“What do you have in mind, pup?” The pet nickname Sin had given him was said with an endearing inflection and was growing on Adam.
“For every round won, the winner gets to make a set of rules or demands that their opponent must abide by until the end of the game.” Adam couldn’t help but smile to himself at his brilliance. If Sin wasn’t going to make another move on him, then he would just have to take things into his own hands and let him know how he felt. He was kind of embarrassed though, using a game to express his obvious attractions for the other man, but what choice did he have? Sin clearly wasn’t going to be the one to make the next move.
“All right, I’ll bite. Are there any rules to this game?” Sin had a broad grin on his face, and his eyes sparkled with mischief.
Adam couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement as the other Were caught on to his plan. “There are no limits. As long as each of us agrees to keep playing, we have to obey the rules made by the winner.”
“Okay, you first,” Sin’s gaze raked over his body. The heat of the fire they were sitting in front of warmed his bare skin. They were both shirtless, sitting on the throw rug playing their game of cards. Adam couldn’t help but notice the way the firelight danced across Sin’s well-muscled bare chest. His caramel-colored skin seemed to almost glow as each muscle rippled with every move Sin made. Adam licked his suddenly dry lips and laid out his hand.
“Straight flush. Beat that!” Adam challenged as he proudly displayed his cards for Sin to see.
Sin eyed them, but there was no noticeable change in his facial features. Despite his excellent poker face, Adam knew he’d already won. A straight flush was a good hand and one not easily beat.
“You play a mean game of poker, pup, but I’m afraid your good luck has finally run out.” Sin threw down his cards. “Read ’em and weep.”
Adam blinked a few times as he registered the hand Sin had been hiding all this time. A royal flush, he couldn’t believe it. He sighed in defeat. “Well, I guess you won this round.”
“Now for my prize.” Sin’s voice held a hint of desire and it made Adam wonder if he would take the opportunity Adam was giving him. Sin leaned in close to Adam, so close Adam could feel his breath against his skin.
“Y–yes?” Adam’s heart beat loudly as he looked into Sin’s eyes. He swallowed nervously.
“Strip.” The command was simple, but Adam could hear the lust in Sin’s tone as he gave the order.
Adam stood on shaky legs and pulled off the remainder of his clothing until he stood before the Were completely naked. He wasn’t sure where this was headed. He’d counted on winning, but now the tables were turned. He silently hoped that Sin would take the hint and realize Adam’s intentions.
If Sin’s asking him to strip was any indication, then Adam would guess that the message was understood especially given the way he was looking at him now. Sin’s eyes moved across Adam’s body, admiring every inch of him. Adam’s heart was beating erratically as he waited for Sin to say something. Anything.
“Tell me, Were, what kind of other games do you like to play?” Sin’s voice was low with lust as Adam struggled to find the confidence to say what he wanted to.
“I–I…” He hesitated as he contemplated baring his inner most secret desires to the other shifter. He had always fantasized about surrendering to another man.
“I don’t know. I’ve never really been with anyone that I trust enough to play any games with,” Adam said with emphasis. They were definitely no longer talking about their card game. Somehow, from the time Sin had ordered Adam to strip and this moment now, the meaning had shifted and Adam’s mouth watered in anticipation of how far Sin would take him.
Sin stood up. “An honest answer, I can work with that. How about we forget cards and play a new game, one where I make the rules and in exchange”—he paused as he circled Adam and ran a finger down his spine before leaning in and whispering into his ear—“I’ll give you the best sex of your life.”
Sin wrapped his hand around Adam’s waist, pulling him close. Adam’s cock jumped at the proposition, already hardening at the prospect. His breath was coming in sharp gasps as all his fantasies came to mind. Could Sin be the one to finally fulfill his needs? “So what do you say, pup? Think you can handle submitting to a lone Alpha wolf?”
WEDNESDAY 10TH APRIL SINNING WITH TARA KENT
Well almost … Tara is actually off doing what Siren authors do best, and indulging I believe in a little lust! On a cruise I believe with her husband…Now this is rather approprite to the book here, Isle of Fantasies available at http://www.bookstrand.com/isle-of-fantasies
see my review below…if you’re fancying a bit of warmth or on your own cruise, add to the holiday with this fantasy (actuallt sveral of them, and what a way to have a holiday…)
We don’t have her further take on the seven sins wither because of my sloth in asking (it’s possible I was preoccupied with packing to go to London, where I now am) or her sloth because she was preoccupied with the pending lust, or maybe she is just lounging around having cocktails…
Wow! Hasn’t every woman fantasized about a vacation like this one! Maybe not exactly the same individual fantasies (there are seven) but there’s enough here for just about everyone to relate to. Have to confess they are all on my list! Hot men (and more than one), massages with the extra touch so to speak, being overpowered, tied up…it’s all here!
So Mary the heroine, is working too hard, no time for relationships and needs a holiday that gets rid of all the pent up sexual tension she hasn’t been able to expend. Enter the perfect holiday island…and some very hot sex!
I have to say I was a bit exhausted contemplating what she got up to in such a short period of time but I read it in one sitting- don’t, save each fantasy to spark off a release of your own tension! Given the stories central premise probably works better as erotica than a romance (though there is that too, I wish there could have been a bit more), it isn’t long and it is easy reading.
WERE-DEVILS OF TASMANIA
A four part novella series – Scorching erotic MFM paranormal romance
An ancient viral curse that the seer has read in the stones can only be resolved through change and love. As the scientists fight against the clock to find a cure, others are less ready to forgive and plot revenge. Will Becc, Gabriella, Lena, and Misty, and the men they love, and in whose hands the future of the were-devils and ghost vampires rests, be able to overcome the rivalry and bigotry to ensure not just their own survival but the future of a world held captive to the northern vampires viral power? Action, tension and an explosive conclusion that moves from the wilds of Tasmania in Australia’s south to the humid northern rainforests and coastline, and a finale on the dark mist covered moors of Yorkshire and in the caves of Whitby and Robin Hood’s Bay in the UK.
Inspired by the real life viral cancer affecting the Tasmanian Devil and the Hendra virus in Queensland bats.
Available at www.bookstrand.com/simone-sinna and on Amazon.
Reviews for WereDevils’ Curse: Five Stars on Siren and First professional review – Four Stars from Guilty Pleasures “unique”! Four Hearts from Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
5 lyres at Rites of Romance 4 feb 13 http://rorreviews.wordpress.com/ “sizzles…and heartbreaking too!” “action packed!”
The Ghosts’ Release
Despite her home at Tarrabah being in ashes after an attack by ghost destroyers, Misty Mortimer goes with her instinct to trust ghost brothers Damon and Kadar Karlssen, finding their attraction is mutually hypnotic. But the brothers are trying to break the northern vampires’ centuries-long hold on the secret of a viral curse, and in order to do so all three are pitted against a formidable enemy.
Buoyed by a prophecy from her homeland in Tasmania, Misty must survive the vampire caves beneath Whitby but can only do so if Damon and she can link in a way they have never before. Aided by the ghost of her grandfather who died at the hands of the vampires, and a love that has survived generations, there is a final choice put to them by the Oracle, and they must decide whether the power of love will win.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation between or among siblings.
Genre: Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifter
Length: 28,854 words
Golden Dolphin Two
The Devereau brothers, members of the exclusive BDSM club known as Le Club Laurel Oak–Ocala, have purchased a super yacht named the Golden Dolphin for the purpose of very discreet and private around-the-world BDSM cruises. They have hired the Greek captain, Constantine Cortelis, and Alexander Dragados as Chief Mate, as well as Gregory Dempsey and Natasha Romanova from LeClub Beaudelaire–New Orleans to run the shipboard club.
High-powered Manhattan attorney and Domme, Harper Cameron, has just finished a four month trial and she’s tired – tired of being the one on the line, the one in control, the one responsible for the outcome of the very complicated antitrust trial that was make-or-break for her firm. The unrelenting, but undisclosed, attraction she had felt for her client had not made the trial any easier. She had pulled it off and gotten a verdict for her client, but she needed a chance to get away and rejuvenate.
Harper’s client, the reclusive multi-millionaire businessman Morgan Court, is a member of Le Club Eastside – Manhattan where he has seen the Domme, Harper Cameron. He has had his eye on the sexy attorney since the first time he saw her. Out in public, aided by the clear lens glasses he often wears a la Clark Kent, nondescript clothing, and his uncanny ability to blend in to his surroundings, he hides a stunning physique and handsome face. When he goes to Le Club Eastside, he wears a mask. His extreme penchant for privacy has made him a target for newspapers and gossip magazines.
After the trial is over he invites Harper to accompany him on a cruise aboard the Golden Dolphin. She decides to take him up on his no-strings-attached offer to enjoy a BDSM cruise aboard the luxurious three-hundred foot super yacht. She is unaware that he has decided that she is going to bottom for him. Little does he know that he’s met his match. It won’t be easy to dominate the beautiful, sexy, and determined Harper, who has demons of her own to conquer. But despite her reluctance to
become involved with him, she finds Morgan Court compelling and sexy. She’s going to have a fight on her hands.
Digital copies available : www.bookstrand.com/skye-michaels
Harper Cameron peered carefully out of the door at the top of the steps of the Federal Courthouse before cautiously exiting the building. Dusk had fallen, and it was dark and rather forbidding out on the steps. She had not wanted to leave the building until all of the reporters and television cameras were gone. They had finally given up on getting a statement from her, no doubt thinking she had left through one of the underground exits used to transport prisoners in and out of the courthouse.
It had been the last day of an exhausting and complex antitrust trial. She had won a decision for Court Industries against the federal prosecutors seeking to divest her client of a good portion of their pharmaceutical holdings, including patents on several promising new medications which were still in the development and testing phases.
When she saw the black stretch limousine pull up to the curb and a uniformed chauffeur exit the car, she put her handbag over her shoulder and started down the steps with her briefcase in her hand. The chauffeur opened the door and patiently waited as Harper came down the stairs. She glanced inside the car before she gracefully slid in and turned to face the other occupant in the backseat.
“Well, Mr. Court, another victory for the good guys against the forces of a too-controlling government seeking to infringe on free enterprise.”
“Indeed, Ms. Cameron. Good job.” Morgan Court turned toward her and took off his dark-framed glasses with clear lenses which served to camouflage the burning gaze of his enigmatic coal-black eyes. It always amazed Harper that the mere removal of Morgan’s glasses could change his entire look from nondescript to striking. His wavy black hair fell to the collar of the black cashmere overcoat he wore over a black double-breasted Armani suit. “Can I pour you a glass of champagne? Or do you want to wait until we’re on board to have our first toast?”
Harper smiled at him. “I think I’ll wait until we’re on board the Golden Dolphin.” They were boarding the ship early in order to avoid the scrutiny of the press. Any statements regarding the trial could be left in the capable hands of her firm’s partners and their public relations firm. For some reason the press had fixed its eye on her and had pursued her relentlessly during the entire trial. They had made it more about what she would wear to court each day than what she had to say in court, which annoyed her to no end. The other hot topic in the trash press was whether her client, Morgan Court, was present and accounted for. Harper knew she would be a virtual prisoner in her upper eastside brownstone townhouse for the entire weekend if she returned there. Her bags had been delivered to the ship early that morning. Morgan’s friend, Jamie Devereau who owned the luxury yacht on which they would cruise the New England coast and St. Lawrence River inland to Montréal and back again, had done them the favor of allowing early boarding so that they could take advantage of the ship’s excellent security team before departure.
Harper laughed to herself. Morgan Court, when he was not shielding his attributes, was truly one good-looking man. He was sleekly tall and muscular with wide shoulders and long legs. She also knew that he was one of the wealthiest men in New York, if not the entire country, although the facts about the extent of his net worth were zealously protected and not generally known. It was rumored that his fortune was in the top one hundred, but he never made the list because he carefully guarded his personal and financial profiles, avoiding interviews and photo ops like the plague. As one of New York’s most eligible bachelors, he was pursued by the legitimate press as well as the paparazzi at every opportunity. She also knew that he was a master of disguise and well able to come and go as he chose. She had seen him enter the courthouse and sit in the back row wearing an old trench coat and worn-down sneakers. Only his piercing black eyes would have given him away to a more astute observer.
Harper had accepted Court’s “no-strings-attached” offer of a BDSM cruise to Canada aboard the Golden Dolphin, a three-hundred foot, extremely luxurious mega yacht. She desperately needed a break. Harper and Morgan had originally met at the secret and very luxurious BDSM club known as Le Club Eastside—Manhattan. Although they were both members and she had seen Morgan Court at the club, they had never engaged in a scene together. He was a Dom who always wore a mask, and she was a Domme who never had sex with her subs.
* * * *
Morgan Court had been waiting for an opportunity to get to know Harper Cameron. “Know” as in the biblical sense. When he had spotted the beautiful, black-haired, blue-eyed Domme at Le Club Eastside a year and a half before, he had been disappointed that she was not a sub. But the more he watched her—and watch her very carefully he did—the more sure he was that he could get her to bottom for him. He could see the dark undercurrents in Harper’s eyes. He didn’t know why they were there.
When he had learned that she was a senior litigation associate with a very prestigious Wall Street law firm where his company was a client, he had made sure the assignment for the upcoming antitrust trial went her way. He had checked out her qualifications carefully before he had put the very complicated trial in her extremely capable hands, and he hadn’t been disappointed in her performance. Her listing in Martindale Hubble, the directory of attorneys and law firms, had told him she was thirty-five and had done both her undergraduate work and attended law school at Fordham University. He now hoped his fantasies of convincing her to bottom for him would materialize and that he would not be disappointed in her performance as his sub. She had no idea what was in store for her, but he was sure he could bring her around.
Morgan was waiting impatiently for Harper in the main dungeon. He was anxious to get started, and he wanted to see how much progress she had actually made since their initial scene together. The room was beautiful and well equipped with the standard BDSM paraphernalia. The walls were lined with an assortment of ornate gilt-framed mirrors to highlight the action in each scene as though it was happening on a movie screen. The effect was elegant and rather surreal.
When Harper entered the room Morgan caught his breath. Her long, silky black hair cascaded over creamy breasts pushed up into temping mounds atop her black bustier. He wanted nothing more than her mile-long legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked her until she was a boneless puddle in his arms.
He had donned his mask and stood with his arms crossed over his chest while he watched her scan the room looking for him. He knew it was an intimidating stance, but nonetheless, he felt her hot, challenging gaze as soon as her eyes found him. Her demeanor was not in the least submissive. Her icy-blue eyes raked over him in an almost insolent, if not hungry, gaze. He had known she had a deep well of grit, but this insubordination would have to be dealt with. Morgan immediately morphed into Dom mode and stood waiting for her to approach him. He had to get a grip and take control of the scene. He would remind her that he was the Dom, and she was the sub, forcefully if necessary. He obviously still had her Domme mentality to deal with. She wasn’t going to give him her submission without a battle, and he was ready to storm her walls and take it. Morgan knew her underlying emotional problems were still there. They had not magically disappeared. He had to firmly rout them from her head and her heart. He knew that Harper would try to take control of the scene, but he couldn’t allow it. She was definitely the most challenging sub he had ever dealt with, and he knew it would take all of his skill to subdue her.
She crossed the room to him, but when she didn’t immediately assume the slave position in front of him, he hardened his voice and his stance and said, “Greet your Master, sub. Strip and assume the position.”
She looked momentarily uncertain and embarrassed by her failure to enter the dungeon in scene, but her gaze still challenged him, and she hadn’t dropped to her knees. She slowly began to unlace the bustier as she looked into his eyes.
“You forget yourself, sub. Lower your eyes and assume the position.” Morgan saw her hesitate for a moment. Good. She realizes her mistake and is attempting to correct it. When her full, round breasts spilled out of the open bustier, he almost lost it. He forced himself to remain in scene while she removed her skirt and shoes. When she was finally naked, she dropped into the slave position at his feet with her head bowed.
“Good evening, Master. I hope I please you.”
“You please me very much, Harper, but you know your insubordination will have to be corrected.” She did, indeed, please him. Her ivory perfection was stunning. He couldn’t bring himself to call her “sub” at this moment. It was too dehumanizing for what he was attempting to accomplish. He needed to subdue her, but he wanted her to feel safe enough to voluntarily give over control to him so that he could lift the burden of her childhood from her shoulders, even if only for a few moments. Hopefully she could then gain the strength to overcome it, to push it aside and go forward.
He spread her thighs, widening her legs until he was satisfied with her position. She was vulnerable and totally open to him. She looked a little nervous, but that was only to be expected. He ran his hands over her arms and legs, gently massaging the muscles while he looked into her eyes. He could see the fear there. “Harper, it’s okay. You’re going to be fine. Just relax and let me take over.”
Morgan walked over to the wall of implements. He was looking for just the right thing. He wanted her to feel the sting of this correction, but he didn’t want it to be too harsh. The point was to help her reach the threshold of submission and to cross over. He wanted to teach her to reach for her own pleasure. He could feel her eyes following him. Then he saw what he was looking for—a soft suede flogger. He picked it up, ran the strands through his hands to test them as her eyes took in every move he made. He walked back to where she was restrained.
He walked in front of her so she could see the flogger he held in his hands up close and personal. When her eyes widened, he slowly ran the soft strands over her breasts and belly as he prepared her body and mind for the coming ordeal. Then he walked behind her and ran them over her back and butt. She flinched. Good. I need to ramp up her anxiety level.
“Silence, Sub. You knew you were earning this correction with your attitude when you came into the dungeon. I am the Master and you are the sub. You will acknowledge that, but first you will reap your punishment. You will receive ten strikes, and you will count for your Master. If you don’t count, we will go back to number one and start again. Understand?”
“Are you ready?”
“Yes, Master. Please punish this disobedient sub.”
Morgan brought the flogger down on her butt. The strike was not hard. He put just enough body English behind the stroke to give it a slight sting. He waited for her to count. When she didn’t, he said, “Sub, count for your Master. We will begin again.” He brought the suede strips down across her butt again, this time with a little more force.
“One, Master.” He could see the worry in her eyes.
Thanks for hosting me, Simone. I am so excited to be here. Let’s see the seven sins we deal with in everyday life.
Gluttony- I do LOVE to read a lot so I guess that could be considered gluttony. I do watch TV with my kids but honestly I would rather read a good book any day. That’s my idea of relaxing after a tough day of working, housework, raising two energetic boys and all the obstacles life likes to throw our way. And I love a good meal too. Living off salads just doesn’t work for me.
Lust- Hmmm. I guess I wouldn’t be able to write erotica romance if I didn’t have lustful thoughts and I wouldn’t have three kids if I didn’t have lustful thoughts toward my husband. So yes I do experience lustful thoughts.
Envy- I don’t envy anyone. Everyone has their own battle to fight even if we can’t see it.
Sloth- OK, ok I must confess to this one. Some days I like to tune out the world and it’s problems by getting lost in a good book and ordering pizza for dinner. My kids love it when they see me take out the pizza menus.
Greed- I don’t think of myself as greedy. I work hard to pay the bills and give my kids the things they need and that’s enough to satisfy me. Although you won’t hear me complaining if I win the lottery someday (lol)
Wrath- I’m a pretty low key gal. I don’t get mad or offended easily. Sure I have my bad days but who doesn’t right? In general, I try to be nice to everyone so wrath is not something I deal with often.
Pride – That’s a tough one. I am proud of the things I have accomplished in life but I don’t think it’s wrong to feel that way. I think everyone should be proud of something in their lives.
I have two books out so far and I think Run, Lacy run is the most sinful.
Liz’s Luck by Lee Rose:
[Siren Classic: Erotic Contemporary Romance, HEA] AVAILABLE: http://www.bookstrand.com/lee-rose
When Elizabeth “Liz” Daniels meets Ethan White at a dance, she instantly falls in love with the sexy deputy of Appledale. Ethan admits Liz is one sexy lady, but what can a young, successful businesswoman like her have in common with a small-town deputy like him? Unwilling to risk his heart yet again, he walks away from her, breaking Liz’s heart in the process.
But there is someone else who wants Liz and wants to take her away from everyone in the process- forever. When Liz realizes she has a stalker she is frightened and her friends rally around her to protect her, including the handsome deputy, Ethan. While protecting the beautiful Liz, Ethan realizes he was wrong about her and they fall in love.
Despite their best efforts to keep Liz safe she is kidnapped. Will Ethan and the others save Liz in time for him to declare his love for her, or will it be too late for Liz and Ethan to find a happily ever after of their own?
Hello and thank you to Simone for hosting me here today. Simone wanted to know how sinful I was during the last year, so let’s see what I’ve been up to.
Wrath: I’m basically a peaceful, forgiving soul but I have an extremely fast fuse that has become even shorter because of all those sleepless nights and the general pressure I’ve been under this past year, so let’s just say you wouldn’t want to meet me when I’m pissed off – or before I’ve had my coffee.
Greed: I’d like to have enough money to get by, that’s all. It’s no secret that writing books isn’t the best paid job in the world, that alone should tell you that I’m not a greedy person as such.
Sloth: As I have this completely crazy goal to become a full-time writer, I have no time at all for laziness. It’s either looking after the kid, writing or doing household chores for me with an average of six hours of sleep tucked in between. I guess I don’t qualify in this category.
Pride: I don’t think I’m better than anyone else, but I am proud of what I have achieved. I have published seventeen books in ten months, most of them novels. Another four are contracted and scheduled for release in the next couple of months. And I’ve done that while raising a big and boisterous toddler without much family around. I think this is something to be proud of.
Lust: Hey, I write erotic romance, do I really have to comment on this?
Envy: I’m not immune to envy but everyone has their own burden to carry. Just because it seems that other people are better off or have easier lives doesn’t mean that it’s true.
Gluttony: I love food, I love wine, so yes, I’m a sinner – but I’d rather laugh with the sinners than cry with the saints
I’ve tried to think which one of my books is the most sinful. It’s hard to say, but I think it would have to be Newborn, my vampire story.
(MM erotic romance, paranormal/vampires. Novel)
Heat level: scorching
This title is also available in print
If what you love the most and what you hate the most become the same, which emotion will win?
Parker Rowe has hated vampires with a passion ever since his family was murdered by a gang of malicious vampires, and he has been trying to hunt down the culprits for years.
A promising clue leads him into a small, secluded town where he meets Josh Summers. Sweet and innocent, Josh is as much out of place in Parker’s world of revenge and violence as he is in his own narrow-minded community, but he can give Parker the peace of mind he craves. When the vampires Parker is chasing use Josh to deliver a very special message, Parker finds himself facing the ultimate dilemma. If what he loves and what he hates the most become the same, which emotion will win?
While Parker struggles to accept the changes his lover goes through, he comes closer than ever to detecting the truth about his family’s deaths—but then his own life takes a dramatic turn…
Story Excerpt (G)
Parker froze mid-motion, listening. He felt the familiar cold clasp of fear claw up his spine and settle in that spot right at the base of his skull, but he ignored it. So what. He’d grown used to it. Fear didn’t frighten him anymore because fear couldn’t hurt him. They, however, could hurt him.
Tilting his head, he willed his feeble senses to provide him with more information. Information that might be vital for his survival, but, little surprisingly, his senses failed him. He could hear nothing, see nothing, and fuck, smell nothing.
Well, of course that wasn’t true. He could hear the soft, almost melodic rushing noise, the faint thuds of the falling rain. He could see it as silvery threads, reflected by the dim light of a the singular street lantern at the end of the road. He could even smell it in the air around him, the moisture it brought, and the damp earth it stirred. Rain. Water. One of the major sources of life but entirely meaningless to him. Just like life itself had lost its meaning.
There. A movement to his right. A slight disturbance of the air, gone as fast as a shadow and just as impossible to catch.
Well, nearly as impossible to catch, Parker thought grimly as he tightened his grip around the gun he was holding. The secret was knowing how to do it—and having the right equipment. Turning slowly around his own axis, he stared into the ghostly darkness that surrounded him. He knew he was at a mighty disadvantage here, but he didn’t exactly have a reputation for his clear-headed approach to pursuing his goal. His quarry. Some might say it was what made him so good at what he did. Some certainly said it was what was going to get him killed. Parker didn’t care about either of them. He didn’t care about anyone or anything apart from what was needed to bring him closer to his enemies.
He never even heard his attacker approach. With the sudden, unforeseeable power of a lightning strike, Parker was grabbed, lifted up, and whirled through the air before he hit the ground with a nasty thud. That would have been his skull breaking, he mused with an eerie detachedness, even as bright pain exploded in his brain and nausea threatened to overwhelm him.
He ignored both. Like fear, pain was something he’d learned to ignore. It only told him he was still alive. Which he wouldn’t be much longer if he didn’t get a grip on himself and start fighting back.
Except, there was nothing to fight. He raised his head gingerly to look around and take stock. A moan slipped out of his mouth before he could stop it. Fuck, but his head did hurt. So much it affected his vision, so maybe the damage was worse than he’d thought. Blinking furiously, he tried to make his eyes focus, but the world around him remained blurry.
This time he stifled the sound that wanted out, a little sigh. If it was still around, then tonight might well be the end of it—the end of Parker, to be precise. Shivering from a sudden gush of cold air, Parker reached into his pocket and curled his fingers around the familiar, smooth round shape. The metal had warmed from the heat his body was radiating. It felt quite nice now, actually. Comforting, friendly, and nothing like the deadly tool it was.
“Take your hand out of your pocket,” a voice said right behind Parker’s left ear. “Slowly, and be sure to leave whatever’s inside it where it is.”
Parker let out a sarcastic chuckle. “Now why would I do that?” he asked, clenching his fingers around the bulbous piece of metal. If he was to part with it, it would have to rip his arm off.
“If that’s what you want,” the voice said casually, and Parker knew it had figured out exactly what his plan was and found a way to keep him from putting it into effect. Which meant he’d failed, so maybe whatever was about to happen served him right.
The creature behind him laughed softly. “Yeah, right. You’re quite the hero, aren’t you?” It must have leaned in, because the voice was closer now, and Parker could feel the air the thing expelled with its words stir the hairs at the nape of his neck.
“But let me tell you, Parker—tonight isn’t the end of it. At least not the way you think it will be. No, for you, tonight is the beginning.”
Josh held Parker’s gaze for a moment before he looked away. “I’m not sure there’s much you can do at this time of night.”
“There’s always one thing,” Parker said softly and reached out to take the towel from Josh’s clenched hand, stroking the back of his fist with his fingertips. Josh flinched but let it happen, staring at their hands like a startled deer.
“W–what’s that?” he asked after a moment.
“Can’t you guess by now?”
“I, um, I–I’m n–not sure,” Josh stammered.
Parker leaned in close enough to stir the short hairs behind Josh’s ear with his breath as he spoke. “I want to fuck you, Josh. You do know that, right?” He raised his hand, cupped Josh’s cheek, and tilted his face up so he could look into those soft chocolate eyes. “So what do you think?” His free hand landed on Josh’s hip, just an inch or so from the tempting curves of his buttocks. Josh made a soft, helpless sound somewhere between a nervous laugh and a moan. He pulled his head back a little at the same time as he flexed his hips to push into Parker’s touch.
“Shh,” Parker soothed. “I’m not going to hurt you.” Placing his thumb under Josh’s chin, he held his head in place. Parker let his gaze wander from the lovely brown eyes to the full, moist lips that were parted just a little, so invitingly. Lowering his head, he brushed a first gentle, tentative kiss on Josh’s startled mouth. When Josh didn’t exactly respond but didn’t pull back, either, Parker took it as the permission to go further. He found Josh in a second, more intense kiss. This time, he didn’t settle for just a brush of lips. He caressed Josh’s bottom lip with his tongue before he licked that little cleft at the corner of his mouth then, at last, dipped into the sweet, velvety opening. Josh tasted nice. Minty, clean, and so excitingly new. Fresh and pure, and nothing like the shady figures Parker normally did this kind of activity with.
Parker explored the inside of Josh’s mouth and trailed his tongue along the sharp ridges of teeth to where Josh’s tongue waited to be awoken from its slumber. Josh responded at last. His kiss was still reluctant but all the sweeter for its shyness. Parker groaned into their kiss. This was good, but it wasn’t enough. Leaning back a little, he nibbled Josh’s lips briefly then started a trail of tiny kisses along Josh’s jaw to his neck. Josh shuddered delicately, and Parker felt goose bumps rise under his touch. He gripped Josh’s earlobe with his teeth, biting gently and drawing a choked moan from Josh. The sound was lost in the silence of the kitchen, but, at last, Josh leaned into Parker’s hold. Parker kissed a line down Josh’s neck to his collarbone, as always a little disconcerted when he felt the pulse under his lips. This one was strong, so full of life, and undeniably excited.
Still holding Josh’s head in place with one hand, Parker started investigating Josh’s lower regions. When his fingers brushed Josh’s fly, he was pleased to feel the hard bulge of an erection behind it. Cupping it, he gave it a teasing squeeze. Josh moaned and melted against him. Parker undid his fly, swallowing whatever weak attempt at protest Josh made in another kiss. He sneaked his fingers into the waistband of Josh’s boxers, found the eager cock beneath it, and freed it. It leapt into his hand gratefully. Josh let out a needy whimper as Parker tightened his fist around his shaft, and he pushed into the tight channel Parker offered him.
“That’s it, baby,” Parker whispered. “Show me what you like. Take what you need.” He turned Josh around, one arm wrapped around his shoulders to hold him steady, and used his other hand to jerk him off. Josh reflexively thrust into his grip, panting as he did so. His head dropped back against Parker’s shoulder, baring the smooth curve of his throat as he leaned on him for support. About two inches shorter and of a much lighter build, he was a perfect fit for Parker’s body. Parker smiled into his neck. It was so easy. Just a few more strokes and Josh went still in his hold.
“Oh.” Josh sounded endearingly surprised when he came. His cock was pulsing in Parker’s hand, and soon his knees buckled, and he went limp in Parker’s grip.
“Steady, sweetheart.” Parker chuckled as he easily took most of Josh’s weight to hold him upright. “How do you feel?”
“Pretty, um, good,” Josh answered, his voice rough with post-orgasmic tightness.
He turned around and timidly looked up at Parker. “Do you want me to…uh…?”
“I think we ought to clean up first.”
“Huh?” Bewildered, Josh looked around the kitchen he’d just cleaned so thoroughly.
“Not that,” Parker grinned. “This.” Holding up his hand, he showed Josh the creamy white cum on his fingers.
“Oh.” Josh turned almost crimson. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry, I’ll just…” His eyes darted to and fro, frantically searching for a cloth.
“Just lick it off,” Parker suggested and brought his hand to Josh’s lips. Pulling a face, Josh turned his head away.
“Never sampled it?”
Josh looked appalled. “No, of course not.”
“Why not? It’s just spunk. There’s nothing wrong with it,” Parker teased.
“Because…well, you–you just don’t d–do that,” Josh answered a little helplessly. “Do you?” he added, almost as an afterthought.
“All right, baby.” Parker smiled reassuringly and shrugged, leaving the question unanswered. “Nothing you’re not comfortable with.” Turning away, he washed his hands in the sink. “I’d like to take you to bed now,” he said gently. “Is that okay for you?”
About the author
Sage is a multi-published author of gay erotic romance and loves taking romance to the edge. The edge of passion, the edge of pleasure, the edge of propriety.
Hopelessly in love with books from a very early age on, Sage has dreamt of writing one for years while working on the day job instead. It took a very persistent character in the company of a much-adored Muse to finally get the first novel going. The fact that this gorgeous guy was gay came as a bit of a surprise, but it explained a lot.
Ever since, Sage has been the willing slave to all the fascinating guys who just keep queuing up and want their stories told. This has resulted in several published books and countless manuscripts at various stages of completion, so there’s always something to work on—preferably at night when the rest of the house is asleep.
Sage’s characters often have a dramatic and sometimes traumatic past and need to battle some demons to be with the one they love. But don’t worry, they get quite a lot of naughty action along the way to keep them happy and there will always be a happy end!
Contact and buy links
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Beverly Price and her 7 sins:
Gluttony: Geese, this would be something that has me thinking, but I would have to say my weird addition to chocolate and red wine. The combo puts my mind at ease while I write. I indulge probably too much, but hey all good writers have had a drink here and there right? 9
Sloth: I am so bad here. I do spend a lot of time sitting and writing during the morning hours. However having four children I am constantly on the move (which could explain the wine addiction. LOL), so sitting is not possible. Plus I hate a messy house! 6
Wrath: I am German and Irish, so yeah I have a bad temper. It was worse when I was pregnant and finishing my master’s degree. My poor husband didn’t know whether to hug me or throw a candy bar at me. I have a short fuse when I cannot figure something out. This would include stupid websites. It takes me forever and hundreds of YouTube videos to figure out how to set one up. But I did get it! 10
Lust: Umm need I repeat I have FOUR children? Lust is always there, not to mention I married my butt to a Marin who is ready to go at a drop of a hat! He helps me with ideas when I am stuck. He likes to help “play it out” when I am. 10
Pride: I don’t know about this one. I am proud of my work, but I do not boast and brag nearly enough according to my mother. She does it all for me, as well as my children. Their teachers know what I do thanks to them… I know yikes, but that is why I have a pen name! I am however very proud of this book. It is my first and it is climbing up the charts like wild fire! 6
Envy: I admit I am very envious of other who has to time to sit and write about 4-8k in their new books. I struggle sometimes to just get 500 words. But I know I need to push forward to get anywhere. Just time away for the kids would be a vacation for me! 8
Greed: I am a very greedy person, but not in the way you think. Yes I would love to make good money from writing and whatnot, but the truth is I want more. I want to be able to write and help out at home with bills, to have happy and healthy kids, and to have a husband who is home at night. I will get there, but until then I will hold on to what I have and keep it safe! 9
Just Her Luck:
Riley O’Connor has been on the run from her past, but when her luck turns south she ends up in a small town just outside of the Canadian border. She is not used to allowing others to take care of her, however, Riley must face her demons and rely on two strangers. Will she try and run again, or stay and fight for the life she has created for herself with the men she has fallen for?
Cooper and Cash Jackson live a perfect small-town life, but when a small broken woman enters their world with her past following right behind her, the men stick together to try and save her. When an attack on Riley happens, they discover someone within the town is actually behind the attacks. Cooper and Cash are faced with the question of who they can trust to keep her safe.
Cooper Jackson was making the drive back from the city where he needed to pick up some supplies not found in town. Lucky, Montana was a small community and everybody looked out for one another. He would never trade it for the world. Running a ranch gave him a purpose and a sense of belonging to the town. Once he was over the mountain and heading down the long stretch of road on the other side, Cooper knew he was almost home. Listening to a country station, he drove as he was in a trance, not paying any attention was he went on his way. As he passed the Lucky 32 miles sign, he happened to notice dust and smoke coming up from the side of the road. Someone must have run off the road. He decided to stop as he had his truck and could help pull them out if they needed. Getting out of the truck, Cooper walked over to see if he could help. As he got closer, he noticed a small blue car was smashed up against the side of the ditch and the airbag was inflated.
Man, that car was totaled, and the smell of gas was everywhere. Hoping no one was hurt, he called out. When no one answered, he carefully went over to look at the driver. What he saw caught him off guard. A small auburn-haired woman was slumped over against the side window with blood running down her forehead. Cooper reached into his pocket for his phone and then called 911. He was informing the dispatcher of his location and about the woman in the car when he smelled smoke. He looked over at the car, and smoke was starting to billow out of the engine. She must have done some serious damage. With the smell of gas lingered in the air, Cooper knew he had to get the woman out of the car and quickly as it could go up in flames at any point. He tried to get the door open, but it was jammed. He ran around the other side and was able to crawl across the passenger side and pull the women out that way. Man was she tiny and light. She looked like she hadn’t eaten anything in weeks. Trying to be as careful as he could, he picked her up and ran up to the road to wait for rescue crews. He did a quick scan of her body to see the extent of all her injuries. He could see she had a nasty laceration on her head and bruising on her chest from her seat belt. Thank god she wore that. He looked down and noticed her wrist was swollen. She probably broke or sprained her wrist trying to take control of the car. Everything else looked okay.
Cooper held her in his arms, pushing the hair out of her face, and noticed how pale she looked. She must have lost a lot of blood. He took off his shirt and placed it on the cut on her head, hoping to stop the bleeding. When he covered the cut, she let out a painful moan. Her eyes started to flutter open, and she looked at him. She must have been startled as she tried to get out of his arms. “Whoa there, darlin’, you need to stay still,” he said as he ran his hands over her hair, trying to comfort her. He knew she had to stay still to make sure no more damage was done. She had been lucky she was not killed, but she needed to be checked out.
Riley didn’t know what was going on. The last thing she remembered was driving down a long stretch, playing with the radio, then a deer. “Oh my god, I crashed,” she said as the memories started coming back. Trying to gather her thoughts, she looked up and saw she was being held, and she didn’t know this person holding her. All she knew was she had to get away. She tried to get up but his arms held her down. He was gently rubbing his hands down her hair. Riley felt dizzy and leaned back on his lap. Trying not to throw up on him as the world was spinning around her, she took slow, deep breaths. Trying to think of something to say, she opened her mouth and was cut short by the sounds of an approaching emergency vehicle. The paramedics rushed over and started asking her questions about the date, where she was, and her name.
The paramedics loaded her up onto a stretcher, and the only thing she saw was a concerned look on her rescuer’s face as the doors shut.
Lunch went by quick, and soon she found herself back at work. Cooper had not returned from his call out to one of the ranches, and the sheriff was nowhere to be found. Riley sat down and started filing the reports that were left on the desk. The door rang, and Riley looked up to a very pissed-off Cash.
“Where the hell were you? I tried calling you on the cell and here. Cooper is out on a damn call and the damn sheriff is gone. There is no one here with you. I agreed you could take this job as long as someone was here to watch you, and you ran off without a damn care in the world. Now where the fuck did you go?” Cash was screaming hostilely as he approached Riley, who was now backed against the wall of the office.
“I can do whatever the hell I want, Cash Jackson! But for your information, I went to lunch with Sam. It was nothing big, but I went there and came right back. So don’t go getting your panties all in a twist. No one is going to get me in here.”
“Kitten, you’re skating on thin ice. I have had just about enough and should put you over my knee and watch that tight ass turn bright pink and hot under my hand for not listening to me and Cooper. Then maybe you would think twice before putting yourself in any danger again.” Cash knew he was hanging on by a thread. His heart had stopped when he had not been able to get a hold of her, and he knew Coop was out on a call.
“You wouldn’t dare spank me. You talk a big talk, Cash, but you have used this line on me before and you haven’t once followed through. So go blow it out your ass.” Riley knew she shouldn’t be baiting him, but she had had enough of him telling her what she could and couldn’t do. As soon as the thought popped into her head, Cash was on her and dragging her into the sheriff’s office and locking the door.
“Oh, kitten, now you have done it.” Then the next thing Riley knew, she was being turned around, facing the desk, as Cash worked on the button of her jeans.
Cash was well aware that Riley was pushing her luck, but he was more than happy to play. He did warn her, and his palm twitched with anticipation of heating her ass up good. The stunt she pulled with her leaving and just now had earned her ten good spankings.
“Riley, I need you to know that I would do anything to keep you safe. This is a reminder that every time you don’t listen, I will spank your ass. Now bend over and don’t move, and you are not allowed to come until I tell you.”
And with that, Riley bent over the desk and held still. She knew he was worried and then threw it back in his face.
The excitement of being spanked had some sort of appeal to her, as she read about it in books but never experienced it. She was not one for pain, but she knew neither Cooper nor Cash would actually hurt her. The first smack came at her with a surprise. It hurt, but not as badly as she feared. Cash rubbed the area after each hit, but by the third smack she was feeling the pain morph into pleasure as it radiated down into her now-aching sex. She never knew that this pain could be so damn erotic and hot.
By the tenth smack, Riley was moaning after each one. Cash felt the zipper of his denim jeans creating an imprint on his cock. He leaned over and whispered into Riley’s ear, “You did great, kitten, but now I am going to fuck you, and you can come now.” He let his words penetrated Riley’s mind, while he lowered his zipper, and then he was inside her. Cash started a slow, rhythmic movement, grinding his hips when he was seated fully inside her. He could feel Riley quicken with pleasure as her walls started to grip him tight. Cash was aware that Riley was getting close as her breathing patterns increased and she panted with need, need for him. He started a punishing pounding rhythm as their bodies collided. It was the last of his control. He never thought Riley would let him spank her, as she seemed so timid and shy, but she accepted it without any hesitations. The fact that she submitted to him made his cock strain with need. The sensations started to build at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up.
As a person who does believe in love at first sight, it was easy to find romance where ever I went. I myself have fallen into fate’s hand when I met my husband and married eleven days later. Now, we just celebrated our ten year anniversary with four children. I never regret a single day, and love him more and more with each passing hour.
I was never much of a writer in school. I enjoyed mostly poems, but anything longer never held my interest. When I decided to go back to school I learned that writing can be therapeutic. With my MBA complete, my time was spent watching the grass grow. Then, a friend challenged me to actually write a book better than the one she was reading. I toyed with the idea, and now here I am today. I have found a hidden passion that allows my wild side to come out while keeping the romance together. I would love to hear from all of you. You can email me at Beverly_Price@yahoo.com.
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An emotion or feeling of intense desire in the body. The lust can take any form such as the lust for knowledge, the lust for sex or the lust for power. It can take such mundane forms as the lust for food as distinct from the need for food. Lust is a powerful psychological force producing intense wanting for an object, or circumstance fulfilling the emotion. It is pleasure, delight, intense or unbridled sexual desire. Lasciviousness. Intense longing or craving.
I think that’s why I chose to include it in every title of my Night Seeker series. And who are the Night Seekers? Eight men and women, most of them shapeshifters who can shift into wolven form. They have a lust for revenge. And they seek a creature driven by a lust for blood. The legendary Chupacabra.
No one has ever identified what it is. Those who have seen it call it a nightmarish apparition, the devil incarnate, that kills its victims, rips them open and drinks their blood. Each member of the team has lost someone to the creature and now they are determined to hunt it down.
They are also driven by a sexual lust, each and every one of them, a lust they forcefully keep under control until each finds his or her mate. And then the lust is unbridled, driving them to unbelievable sexual satisfaction.
Then we had Lust By Moonlight.
Now comes Lust Undone, the third book in the series.
Available at all virtual bookstores and from Ellora’s Cave.
Returning to her home state of Maine to investigate a possible Chupacabra killing, Sophia Black meets Clint Beltaire, lean, dark and sexy. From the moment she meets him the heat between them is incendiary, the sex erotic and the pleasure beyond her imagination. Clint takes her in ways that fulfill all of her fantasies and teaches her ways to please him. The Maine air might be cold but in Sophia’s motel room it’s beyond boiling. Clint works to help her with her case, using his knowledge of the area in which he grew up. And as they learn each others secrets it’s obvious to both of them that they are meant to be together. Mated.
Sophia watched her, eyes tracking to the man behind the bar. And unexpectedly her pulse kicked over and heat flashed through her.
What the hell is this?
But the man seemed to carry an electric charge around him. He wasn’t that tall, not even six feet, she guessed. But inside the plaid shirt with the rolled up sleeves she could see the outline of a compact muscular body. Thick dark hair touched the collar of the shirt and she could see it sprinkled on his arms where they were visible. His face was rugged rather than handsome, at least as much as she could tell from that distance. A good case of five o’clock shadow gave him an intriguingly dangerous look. Then he raised his eyes to scan the booth and she felt their impact clear to her toes.
Sophia wriggled in her seat, trying to still the sudden ramped up beat of her pulse in her cunt. Why on earth in the midst of this crisis did her hormones suddenly decide to take a walk on the wild side?
“He and Frenchy sure don’t look anything alike,” she told her sister.
“I know. Hot, isn’t he? Every woman in the county’s been trying to get his attention.” Bec looked up from studying the menus. “And this seems to work out for both of them.” She gave her sister a knowing look and her mouth curved in a tiny smile. “Go on and introduce yourself to him, Soph. You know Frenchy always had a soft spot for you. You can ask him to pass along your greetings.”
“No.” Sophia shook her head. “No need to.”
“Chicken. Don’t tell me you’re afraid of a good looking man.”
“Of course not.” She buried herself in the menu.
“Come on.” Rebecca set her menu down and pushed against Logan to slide out of the booth. “Let’s go say hello. It will take your mind off the meeting we just had.” She made a face. “And the one tomorrow morning. Besides, I want to ask about his almost-uncle.”
“I don’t think—”
“Right. Don’t think.” She grabbed her sister’s hand and practically dragged her out of the booth. “He doesn’t bite. I promise.”
Sophia reluctantly let herself be towed across the room by her sister. Her instincts were telling her she was stepping into a danger zone.
Get it together, Black. He’s just some bartender in a town you’ll never be in again after this gig.
The man was polishing a small area of the bar with a cloth when Rebecca rapped on the heavy wood to get his attention.
“Saw you come in, Bec.” His voice had a low, smoky sound to it. “You surely do bring this place some class.”
Rebecca laughed. “Well, now you can double it. This is my sister. Sophia Black, meet Clint Beaudine.”
He dropped the rag, swiped his hand on the leg of his jeans and held it across the bar. “The pleasure is all mine.”
Sophia put her small hand in his large one and nearly jumped at the electric shock that ran through her arm and into her body. She looked at Clint and saw the same reaction reflected in his eyes, an amber-flecked hazel. He squeezed her hand lightly before releasing it.
“A real pleasure.” His words were like a caress skating over her skin.
Sophia couldn’t take her eyes from him. She couldn’t remember a time, ever, that a man had affected her this way.
And watch for Branded By Lust, on its way to my editor.
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It’s a rapidly changing world.
Love it or hate it, the internet has touched all our lives and changed a lot of them beyond recognition. Whether for the better or not, I’ll leave you to decide.
What I do know is that when I started out as a novelist over ten years ago, e-books were in their infancy and publishers still reigned supreme, with agents as their fierce gatekeepers. I managed to get published by a small London house that didn’t require me to have agency representation. They did however dictate what I could and couldn’t write. The publication process was long and laborious, the sales disappointing.
Then the e-revolution came along. It was relatively easy to find hungry e-publishers willing to take your books and the whole process was a damned sight quicker. Downside, you’re expected to do your own promotion and be all over the net. If, like me, you’re a Brit whose mum told you it was bad manners to put yourself forward, that doesn’t come naturally. But the publishers are still king, albeit of the net, and if you don’t do as you’re told you’ll be dropped.
Ha ha, much they know because along came self-publishing. Now I’ve not tried it myself, yet, but it’s certainly making publishers sit up and take notice. Authors have the audacity to write what they want to, not what they’re told to, and worse, it’s actually selling. They seem to know what people want to read. What is the world coming to?
Motivated by this sea-change, I decided to reinvent myself. I’ve always wanted to have a go at erotica and apparently it’s…well, hot right now. I read a few books written by people I know and respect and blinked several times. Blimey, this is ménage stuff. More than one man servicing a single woman? Hmm, lucky girl! I read the publisher’s guidelines and discovered there had to be at least one scene where double, or there were three men involved, triple penetration took place. Okay, don’t panic, how…er, hard can it be? Just work out what goes where – that’s it, slot A into hole B and hey-ho Zara Chase was born.
I’ve now written fourteen erotic novels for SirenBookStrand, including a series featuring shapeshifting hunks. The third in my Impulse series, Jaguars’ Reward ,is published by Siren on 1st Feb. Don’t you just adore this cover? My alpha shifters have to mate with humans in order to keep their powers going, but it has to be the right human, of course. Hence the guys play amongst themselves until their mate comes along. I had a lot of fun dreaming up things for them to do to each other!
Here’s how Siren describe Jaguars’ Reward.
When alpha jaguars Vadim and Zayd rescue a woman from drowning off the coast of Impulse, they expect just a little gratitude for saving her life. Instead, driven by instincts she’s unable to control, Talia tries to kill them both.
Convinced Talia has been sent by their enemies to infiltrate Impulse, the entire colony is on its guard against attack. But for Vadim and Zayd it’s a defining moment because they sense that Talia’s the mate they’d almost given up on finding. Unfortunately Talia not only has shifter blood herself, disqualifying her as a suitable mate, but has also been taught to hate everything to do with shifters.
Driven by their overwhelming feelings for Talia, Vadim and Zayd risk the security of the entire colony in their quest to possess a woman who can never be theirs, can she…
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I’m not much for making New Year’s resolutions but when I look back over the old year I do hope to be better in the coming year than I was in the last.
Gluttony: Well, not much for overdoing on anything except for cake. But I only rate 8 here because I never make it when there’s no one to help me eat it. 8.
Sloth: I’m not a neat freak, I’ve been letting a few things go a little too long in favor of longer writing and editing hours. I give myself a 6 though because I deserve a me time. 6
Wrath: This is a goodie. I’m not sweetness and light or mean and axe killer bad, but I’m a grouch when I’m interrupted during writing. I hate to lose my train of thought. I just can’t always get it back that cuts into the flow of the story. I rate a 8.
Lust: Not enough in real life at the moment I’m afraid, but my mind has been overflowing with it in my books. I wrote about it so much I even dreamed about it. So, I rate a 6 because I’m keeping my romance life very low key right now. 6
Pride: First book! Accepted published! Proud! I go with a 10 because I walked around smiling for weeks for no reason other than the first book was no longer a figment of my imagination. 10.
Envy: I admit I would like to be more successful than I am, but I’m just starting out as writer, so I know I have to be patient. I do envy some of my Siren sisters and brothers their popularity with readers. I’m not hating on them so I give myself an 10.
Greed: I want to be well off. Not stinky, can’t stand the smell of my money rich, just well off enough to live well. I’d like to be able to give a little more to my favorite charity, St. Judes and give to a few others too. I’d rate myself a 8.
Total:56 …I say not too bad but then I am an optimist.
About me: I am a daydreamer who loves Dresden Files but I’m not too sure how I feel about Vampire Earth even though I’ve read the entire series. My guilty pleasures are cake and ice cream, (separately) with a good hot daydream. Course, real thing’s always better. A big grin.
Fall Into To Me: Doctor Dillan Ellsworth has known Sagan Saldana was his mate for years, but a battered heart makes him hesitant to do anything more than crave him from a distance. Now that Sagan’s life is in danger, and Dillan is forced to protect him, what Dillan feels can no longer be denied.
Sagan stepped into his kitchen to find Dillan sitting at the peninsula with a mug of steaming liquid before him. The dark-golden skin, the thick hair with its hints of red, and his hard body made the man a gorgeous creation of manhood. His sexy smile and pretty eyes all made him eye candy that Sagan could lick up with his eyes all day.
But what kind of man was Dillan Ellsworth? Who was he? He’d mentioned having been with women. What about his family? Dillan knew pretty much all there was to know about him except the only piece of his past that had been withheld from him until only days before his uncle’s death.
He’d spent a good deal of time in Dillan’s company before he became attracted to him. During that time and after, all of their conversations had been open and honest. At least, on his end. He’d told Dillan everything, wanting him to see him and know him. He’d wanted Dillan to fall in love with him then, and he wanted it even more now. Knowing more about Dillan and what had him so heartbroken or heartsick he couldn’t love him back might help him understand the man’s fears better.
Sagan crossed the room to the coffeepot and poured himself a cup. His uncle had stocked up on some of the best coffee beans in world along with a grinder. Obviously Dillan enjoyed a good cup of joe as much as he did. He added a touch of cream and a pinch of sugar and then went to the peninsula.
“You want some breakfast?” Dillan asked looking up from the screen of his phone.
Sagan studied him a heartbeat. “You have nice hair,” he said. “Why do you wear it long?” Dillan had grown his hair out some over the years, and he thought it was as beautiful now as it had always been.
“I like it this way, but I’m due for a trim,” he said then smiled. “You want to cut it?”
Sagan reached across the peninsula and captured a thick strand. “I could trim the ends. I do cut my own hair.” Dillan’s hair smelled nice like the soap he used.
“Don’t all black guys?”
Sagan laughed. “Hell no,” he said.
“Your father was black?”
He frowned. “Yeah. My sister was raised by my Dad’s family.”
“How’d you end up with your mom’s family then?” Dillan asked. He looked down at his phone and typed something in.
“My mom and my uncle were close from what I remember,” he said with a frown as he tried to recall how he’d come to live with his uncle when his sister and younger brother had ended up with his father’s family. “I heard once that I didn’t look like my dad’s family or my dad and that my mom had cheated on my dad. Well, after my mom died, my dad was stone drunk one night, and I was trying to help him to bed and he started babbling about the time he and my mom had a threesome with his best friend.”
“Do you know for sure if you’re the best friend’s?” Dillan asked, looking up at him with a curious light in his eyes.
Sagan shrugged carelessly. “My mother was promised to a Beorc brother, but before the ceremony could take place, she ended up drunk in Vegas and married.”
“Ric must have been pissed,” Dillan said wryly.
Sagan snorted. “My mother was bred to carry a Beorc’s child,” he said. “She was from a line of psychic healers who could manipulate vibration and emotion. They were emapths. The goal was to breed her with my father to produce me.” He shrugged.
“How’d it happen if she was married to someone else?”
“My fathers were bi,” he said. “They wanted each other as much as they wanted my mother, but they agreed to keep their relationship secret for my mortal dad’s sake. We kids didn’t know, and my siblings still don’t know, but it doesn’t matter because I’m the only child my mother had that was my dad’s.”
“The only child promised to the coven,” Dillan said quietly, and Sagan nodded.
“Yes, and my dad would have taken my uncle’s place had he not been killed.”
“That’s why Ric wanted you with a Boerc,” he said. “You are the product of one. ”
He shrugged. “It’s why I can’t just walk away.”
Dillan put a hand on Sagan’s. “Must have hurt like hell when you found out about your dad,” he said. “I mean how he died.”
“Broke my heart,” he admitted. “I did love him. He was always good to me, and he was as much as a dad to me as he could be without me asking questions.”
Dillan nodded. “Rodriguez-Roe?”
“He was my father,” he agreed. “I loved him, and I want follow in his footsteps and be as much a part of this coven as I can.”
Dillan nodded. He saw better now what drove Sagan’s determination to see this through. He’d been surrounded by the Beorc culture and traditions most of his life. He knew how important their survival was and how dependent it was on the males the dominants produced. None of them had ever produced more than two males. All dominants were born of the Beorc through a Beorc dominant or the daughter of one, be she witch or psychic.
“Do I have to worry about you hooking up with some woman behind my back?”
Dillan watched him kick off his shoes before undoing his belt first then the button of his pants. Sagan dragged the zipper down then pushed his pants from his hips while Dillan moved to the full-size bed and the nightstand. He opened the drawer and withdrew a few items before turning his attention back to Sagan.
He stroked his cock while Sagan took his time pushing the pants down his narrow hips and legs. Sagan licked his lips, and Dillan smiled. “You’ve already had your taste. It’s my turn.”
Sagan kicked away his pants and turned to give Dillan a back view of the briefs Riley had picked out for him to wear tonight. He heard the sharp intake of breath, and a satisfied smile spread over his face as he turned back to face Dillan.
“What pretty little panties,” he drawled. “Come here.” Dillan closed the space between them.
“You’re so controlling,” he muttered, though there was no heat in the statement.
For an answer, Dillan wrapped an arm around Sagan’s waist and dragged him up against him roughly for a hard kiss then kissed a path over Sagan’s chest and down to his stomach. He licked over his navel before dropping to his knees. He peeled Sagan’s underwear down to his hips and wrapped his fingers around Sagan’s cock, breathing harshly. He swirled his tongue around the head, and then he drew the tip into his mouth. “Yu-mmy.”
Sagan sighed and closed his eyes. He pushed the fingers of both hands into Dillan’s hair as Dillan began to feast on him. The suction of his mouth was tight, and his tongue was a wicked weapon wreaking havoc on his sensitive shaft. He speared the slit, raked his teeth lightly over the shaft, licked his balls, and sucked him deep.
Sagan mewled above Dillan as he sucked him slowly and kneaded his ass. He was so damn good Dillan didn’t know if he’d be able to get enough. He hallowed his cheeks as he sucked. He took Sagan to the back of his throat and took him down.
Dillan squeezed the base of Sagan’s cock to prevent him coming.
“Not yet, sweet one,” he murmured and reached for the cock cage that lay on top of the nightstand. The cage was a vibrator that would send tiny pulses to the shaft and head via wireless remote. The leather would hold Sagan’s cock erect as well as support his balls. It would allow for some sensory pleasure from the outside of the leather, mainly his light strikes to the cock and balls.
He put the cage on, and Sagan looked down at him. His heart was pounding, his eyes were almost navy.
“Now, the fun begins.” Dillan said getting to his feet and licking his lips. The taste of the boy lingered on his tongue. He wanted nothing more than to go back to his knees and suck the kid off, but he wanted to play with him more. ,
He reached for the handcuffs, which were lined with silk inside. “Hands on the nightstand.”
One of his lovers in New Mexico had been a cop. He’d used his handcuffs on him a few times. Sagan had enjoyed the walk on the wild side, so he obliged, and Dillan snapped the cuffs in place. Sagan turned his hands to see if he could grip the nightstand and noted the chain was a little longer than standard cuffs.
“You want to stop?”
He shook his head. “No.” He was wired on lust. It was a drug that had him going higher with each move Dillan made.
“I like these,” Dillan murmured as he stroked his hand over Sagan’s ass. They were booty shorts that revealed his firm cheeks. He tore the briefs using a hint of telekinetic power. The fabric merely ripped, and he tossed it away before bringing his hand down on Sagan’s rear end and felt him gasp.
“Such a tight ass.” Dillan hit him harder.
Sagan shuddered. The sensations tore down his spine, and the heat set him on fire. The heat flared, and the vibration of power slapped against his cock head, making him whimper.
Dillan hit him again then smoothed his hand over his ass before removing a paddle from the drawer.
“Fuck, I like that,” he said harshly.
“Then, you’ll love this,” Dillan murmured then hit him again.
Sagan clenched his ass, and made an orgasmic noise. “Damn you,” he breathed out harshly. “Again.” Sagan licked his lips with the pleasure skittering through him.
Dillan hit him with the paddle, and Sagan whimpered and caught his lower lip between his teeth. Dillan lowered his head and nipped his ear. “I‘ve been looking forward to this since you turned twenty-one.”
“I wasn’t ready for this then,” Sagan said, breathless.
Dillan hit him again, playing a tattoo on his ass, and Sagan cried out. The pleasure in the pain ate a wide swath through him. His was burning, a wildfire threatening to burn out of control.
“That little ass is blushing so pretty.”
“Fuck me,” he commanded. “I need it now.”
Dillan slapped his ass with his hand. “When I’m ready, I’ll give you what you need.”
“You’re a bastard, Dillan Ellsworth.”
Dillan grinned. “The bastard this ass belongs to now.” Dillan slapped Sagan’s ass again, slapping out a tattoo that left his ass blushing brighter. He smoothed the red flesh and then turned the vibration in the cock cage on. A few more strikes to his ass and Dillan turned the vibration higher.
Tiny pulses of pleasure nipped at the shaft of his cock, and even Sagan’s ass was tingling in pleasure. The next strike of his hand had Sagan’s dick throbbing and pulsing for release. “I can’t take it,” he cried.
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Greetings! This seems to be interesting research and I have scheduled 18 minutes to participate (2 minutes per question plus this introductory section). I should warn you that I may not be representative of humans in general. Most people consider me odd.
Also, you should not use a scale of ten. Very unscientific. I suggest an odd number, allowing a midpoint and proper Liker-based statistical analysis, and recommend 5 or 7.
Gluttony: The Standardized Meal System is designed to eliminate over-eating. You have not asked about alcohol. Fortunately. Hence ZERO.
Sloth: My life is organized according to a properly-planned schedule, including work, sleep, martial-arts practice, standardized shopping, and social interaction with my friends Gene and Claudia. Sloth is not scheduled. ZERO
Wrath: I become frustrated with scientific problems, but do not allow anger to damage my rationality. Daily martial arts practice or run to the market enables any such feelings to be eliminated in a socially-acceptable manner. Which is fortunate, as I do not need any more social errors in my life. ZERO.
Lust: This seems a highly-personal question. However in the interests of scientific research I will answer honestly. I consider myself to have an average level of lust, perhaps marginally higher due to not having a partner. THIS IS NORMAL AND I DO NOT CONSIDER IT A FAULT OR ‘SIN’. 6
Pride: Interesting question. My colleagues consider me socially-incompetent, and therefore would expect me to have low self-esteem. But my theory is that my brain is wired slightly differently due to genetic factors beyond my control. Despite this, I have succeeded in retaining a prestigious job as an Associate Professor (despite the Dean’s constant criticism for minor social errors), contributed to science, and not required psychiatric treatment. I do not have the level of self-satisfaction of my friend Gene, who has had sex with ninety-four women, but consider my achievements in integrating myself with society worthy of a small amount of pride. 2.
Envy: These responses are confidential, correct? I am occasionally envious of my friend Gene, not because of his sexual conquests, but because he has a partner and a family. However, due to my brain configuration, leading to habits which annoy others, I am unlikely to find a partner. Hence I ignore it. Except occasionally after consumption of alcohol at Gene’s house. And alone at home. 3.
Greed: The only domain in which I want something unreasonable or excessive is covered already under Envy. I will not count it here to avoid skewing the score due to one factor. ZERO
Total 11 due primarily to LUST score, which I consider a NORMAL result of testosterone levels and not a SIN or FAULT. I suspect this score will be unusually high or low. I am used to this. You may want to discard this result if your study is to be limited to ‘normal’ people.
Good luck with your research. I think the word ‘Sin’ is perjorative. In my experience most people are doing their best and will not benefit from being characterized as sinners.
Author of The Rosie Project to be published in Australia by Text Publishing February 2013
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Gluttony: If I were to ever have a gluttonous bone about me, I’d say it would involve shrimp or movie theatre popcorn. Obviously not together, but those are two things that I can never seem to turn down. Before you judge me, I ask you, have you tried them? LOL 9
Sloth: Hmm…this is a tough one. Since so much of my work is spent sitting around on my tushy typing away on a keyboard, I’d guess you’d have to say I am sloth-like? LOL. But the truth is, I make every effort to get out at least once every day to take a walk or just do something that doesn’t involve sitting on my butt! LOL 5
Wrath: Well, this is another tricky one. I can be very nice, almost too nice to people at times, but I feel that in the end I’m only hurting myself if I give into my annoyance or agitation with a situation. However, if someone were to do something to hurt or harm someone I love…well then, all bets are off and I’m full of wrath. As my fiancé says, no one likes Nic when she’s angry. LOL 5
Lust: Umm…Really?!?! You really want me to answer this? *shrugs* Okay then. I would say I am guilty without a single doubt of LUST. I write my books hot and steamy just like I love my personal life. After all, I am marrying a submariner and you know what they say about them right? They…. 10
Pride: I’m very proud of all of my accomplishments. I may not be as successful as I hope to be, however everything I’ve accomplished has been due to actually TRYING. So, I take each new venture as an opportunity to bring me one step closer to achieving my ultimate goals. 7
Envy: Envy, huh? I thought long and hard about this one because I really couldn’t find a situation where I considered myself envious. Truthfully I am extremely happy with my life and career. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, those Victoria Secrets Models, yeah…maybe just a teensy weensy little bit. *winks* 2
Greed: I don’t want wealth to the point of being rich, but I’d like to be comfortable and make sure my children don’t ever have to sacrifice. Also, enough extra money to be able to frequently give back to charities would be nice. So, I guess I’m probably a little greedy, but not a lot. 7
TOTAL SCORE: 45
TEMPESTUOUS BOOK BLURB:
Michelle Englehurst finally has her dream job working in a tropical paradise doing what she loves. A routine day at work proves to be more than what it seemed. Her new client Brad Conrad is charming, handsome, and causes a reaction in her like no other man has.
Brad is on a forced vacation by his father, who claims he’s overworked. Begrudgingly, he takes his sabbatical with no intention of enjoying himself. A chance encounter with a woman he can’t get out of his mind changes Brad’s workaholic ways. He finds himself extending his trip and doing everything in his power to spend more time with her.
For days and then weeks the two of them walk a fine line of casual friendship to lascivious intentions. With time working against the two, they are faced with two choices, take a chance or throw caution to the wind and be…tempestuous.
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Nicole Morgan is a multi-published author of erotic romantic novels, which more often than not have a suspenseful back story. Erotic romance mixed with a good old-fashioned whodunit. While she’s written everything from contemporary to paranormal her leading men will more than likely be wearing a uniform of some kind. From military to police officers, she has a love for writing about those who protect and serve. From her very first novel (which turned into a four book series) about Navy SEALs to her more recent releases you will be sure to find a few twists and turns you were not expecting.
In additional to her books, Nicole also has a recurring column called, “Sex and the Single Woman” in BT Showcase’s online eMagazine. Also, she has recently partnered up with three of her author friends and became Four Seduced Muses, a blog dedicated to the steamier side of romance with no holds barred.
Gluttony: lots of trips planned but not sure how many restaurants will be featured in writer’s festivals and book launches (my husbands, but I get to carry his bags on occasion). Should be in London for my birthday and if Gluttony is associated with cost then I’ll score a few points here, but not optimistic of doing better than last years 8 alas
Sloth: This is sadly going to be a a winner. Sciatica all year (so far) and no end in sight. Can’t go to the gym and though I am swimming it just isn’t the same. A lot of time on my back…and trying to turn kneel chair into BDSM item but mostly I think I’ll be laying around for a while. Should get at least a 5 (cp to zero!)
Wrath: Sciatica isn’t helping frame of mind…might get a five here! (cp 3)
Lust: It’s going to be hard to top last year but The Ghosts’ return comes out tomorrow and the final in the series later in the year, and am onto Icebreaker. Must give myself a few points for this as will be delving into some BDSM…must have been inspired by the chair… got to be an 8 at least.
Pride: Watching my husband’s book sales may be a little sobering…but I look at the book covers blown up on the walls and sigh…Five maybe?
Envy: This might come down to getting my psychologcal thriller accepted…or not. Keep your finegrs crossed for me! Too scared to put a figure here.
Greed: Would having to moce house to find more wall space for my book covers be asking too much…??? could be heading to a ten…
So on the greed- yes I’d like hundreds of you to check out The Ghosts’ Return! Out on Siren tomorrow reduced to $4.49 order here
Lena Magnussen is unhappily lost in a romance novel on a charter
boat when fate intervenes in the form of two hot men, Lincoln and
Kael Tremain. Only problem is she is a ghost vampire and they are
the enemy, were-devils.
The men know who she is and presume she senses them, but the
curse, after two generations, is about to turn against the ghosts.
They find they are racing against time, battling age-old hatreds
between the groups, and trying to make sense of Lena’s illness—
the old curse or the Hendra virus Lincoln is working on, which
could be the one his father caused to mutate in order to exact
In a gripping climax, the ghosts return to Tasmania to rescue Lena
and her cousin Gabriella from the were-devils they love, and in
doing so threaten to finally wipe out the remaining were-devils
and their home Tarrabah.
Note: There is no sexual relationship or touching for titillation
between or among siblings.
Ménage a Trois/Quatre, Paranormal, Shape-shifters
MICHELLE: I guess when making New Year’s resolutions it helps to take stock of all your sins. Let the scoring begin:
Gluttony: Going to have to rate myself lower here than I might, because since I’ve been writing more, I’ve been skipping lunch a lot. Hasn’t seemed to help me lose any weight though. L But there have been a few trips to all-you-can-eat buffets. 5
Sloth: I tend to be fairly lazy. I want to be the go-getter, constantly doing something, super-productive woman, but I just can’t find the energy. 7
Wrath: I am prone to fits of temper, and patience seems to be at a real low this year. But overall, I think it wasn’t too bad. 6
Lust: I discovered erotic romance this past year! And I’ve been gobbling it up! (uh-oh, maybe I need to change my gluttony score) I’ve also been writing a lot, had one book published, another one last week, and hopefully, more to come! Hubby has been enjoying the benefits! 10
Pride: I’m very proud of my achievement. Not many people can actually say they are published authors. Unfortunately, talking about it caused a bit of trouble for me. Pride goeth before the fall, right? So I probably deserved it. 8
Envy: I have to confess to being completely envious of some of my fellow writers. They’re writing more, selling more, doing more than I have and I wish I could do it too. 8
Greed: Yup. Guilty of this one, too. Always looking for more book sales (or lottery winnings would be nice, too). 7
TOTAL : 51 Oh, dear. I think maybe I need to go see the priest. On the other hand, wouldn’t want the old guy to have a heart attack! Cheers to being sinful!
Landing the Big Ones:
When single mom Serena Keegan finally gives in to her son’s pleas for a pet, they decide that fish are the perfect option for their apartment lifestyle. They quickly discover that they have a lot to learn about their aquatic friends. Thankfully, Dalton’s Aquariums and More! is there to help. The owners, identical twins Lance and Liam Dalton, both find themselves attracted to her. They are eager to provide her with the assistance she needs, for the pets and for more…personal matters. Serena’s past experience with men has been less than stellar and she worries she and her son will end up hurt. Despite these fears, she finds herself falling for the sexy store owners, whose talents extend well beyond business. But Liam has a past he hasn’t told her about and when Serena finds out, it threatens their growing love.
When they arrived at the store, Serena did a quick check in the car mirror and they headed inside. Disappointment flooded through her when she saw the young woman behind the cash register. But they were here to pick up a new fish, not see handsome men, she reminded herself. She followed Sam to a tank of bright red fish and was watching them dart around. She became aware of a strange sensation, like a prickling at her neck but much more pleasant. She turned and jumped when she saw Lance standing right behind her. He was so close that she had nowhere to go. She looked up at him, to find his eyes glued to her chest. Heat raced through her as he lifted his gaze to meet hers. Her focus narrowed, and he was suddenly the only thing she saw. As she stared, she heard his deep voice say, “What happened to this guy?” and Sam beginning to respond when it occurred to her that she hadn’t seen his lips move. With a frown she glanced toward her son and saw another man who looked just like Lance standing a short distance away.
Holy fuck, she thought. There are two of them.
She looked from one man to the other. They were indistinguishable from each other. So had it been Lance that first day, or his brother? And who was standing in front of her right now? Her head was starting to hurt again.
“We haven’t been formally introduced,” said the man in front of her. “My name is Liam Dalton,” He held out his hand and she took it. Tingling radiated up her arm and she felt her body reacting automatically, dampening her panties and hardening her nipples. She quickly withdrew her hand.
“Nice to meet you,” she stammered.
“The pleasure is mine,” he replied, glancing down at her chest again.
Serena squirmed as light spasms ran through her pussy. “So, were you the one—”
“With the hard-on the first time you came in here? Yes, that was me.” He had leaned close to whisper it and his breath caressed her ear.
Serena turned bright red. “Oh.”
He laughed, a low, sexy chuckle that made her stomach do flip-flops.
“Can I do anything for you today?” he asked, straightening. He was speaking the way any salesperson might, but Serena heard a deeper meaning in the question.
“The fish died,” she said stupidly, gesturing toward Sam.
Liam thankfully turned his attention away for a moment, and it gave Serena a chance to breathe. She’d been having a hard enough time resisting them when she thought they were the same person. Why was Liam hitting on her when she’d already turned Lance down?
“She probably died giving birth,” Lance was saying to Sam. “These fish have live births instead of laying eggs. I wouldn’t expect the babies to live too long though, not in a brand new tank.”
“Can we get another one?” Sam asked.
“It’s probably too soon,” Liam told him.
“Please! Please!” Sam’s lower lip jutted out in a pout Serena was well-acquainted with. But the men didn’t have as much experience resisting his cuteness and they gave in pretty quickly. They helped him pick out a guppy while Serena watched. She had to admit, they were both pretty good with him.
“You can bring a sample of your water in and we can test it for you to make sure it’s got all the right levels,” Liam said.
“Can’t you test that water?” Serena asked pointing to the dish.
“Not since it’s had a dead fish in it,” Lance replied.
“Can we get something to test it at home?” Serena asked desperately. She didn’t want to come back any more than necessary.
“We’d be happy to come,” he said with a small smile.
Serena’s face reddened again. She didn’t know why they were tormenting her like this.
“No,” she said. “You won’t be coming.” She glared at him, daring him to contradict her.
He looked at her for a moment then held up his hands in surrender and said, “Fine. Have it your way. You can get test strips to use.” He led her to a shelf and picked up a box. He explained how to use it and circled the ideal readings.
“Great,” she said. She followed him to the till and paid then turned around to call for Sam. He bounded over, the new guppy safely ensconced in its plastic bag, and they left.
It was easy to think clearly once she was away from the twins.
“Sam, did you know Lance had a twin brother?”
“Yeah,” he said. “Duh!”
“Don’t be smart,” she said.
“But I thought you wanted me to be smart?” he said.
“Let me clarify,” she said. “Don’t be a smart-ass.” Sam giggled as they climbed into the car.
“I saw them both when you fell the other day.”
“Right,” said Serena. “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I thought you knew,” he said.
“Hmmm.” When she thought back, she did remember Lance mentioning a brother. She never dreamed he had a twin though. Well, maybe in her wildest dreams.
She turned and rested against the pillows. She spread her legs wide as she played with her tits a little more, loving the appreciative groans she got. She couldn’t believe how turned on this was making her. She’d never done anything like this before. She lowered her hand to her wet pussy and began rubbing her clit in slow circles, whimpering softly. Then she moved her fingers lower and slid first one, then another into her cunt. As she moved them in and out, she watched the men’s hands moving swiftly up and down their dicks. She withdrew her hand and rubbed her juices onto one nipple, the slippery liquid made her fingers feel just like a tongue. Then she lifted her breast again and licked the rosy peak.
“Fuck,” Liam murmured.
She repeated the action with the other breast, extremely turned on now. Serena lowered both hands between her legs and, as she had the other night, began to finger herself with one hand while the other rubbed her clit furiously. She was moaning a little more loudly now as she raced towards orgasm. She closed her eyes and threw her head back, crying out as the spasms racked her body in wave after wave of pleasure.
When the orgasm receded, she lifted her head to see the men working to quickly undress. She watched appreciatively. Their chests and arms were well muscled and had a light mat of hair. But what really held her attention were their beautiful cocks. It looked as though they were identical there, too. They were long and thick, and she wanted them inside of her.
Liam finished first and jumped onto the bed. Serena laughed as he pulled her into his arms and kissed her, his tongue tasting her juices inside her mouth. He moved his lips to her ear and groaned, “I have never seen anything so incredibly sexy.”
The bed dipped as Lance joined them on the other side of Serena. His mouth came down on hers and she kissed him eagerly. Hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her tits, stroking her slick pussy. Lance lowered his head to her breast and sucked the nipple into his mouth firmly. He licked it with light strokes and used his teeth to gently nip her. Serena cried out again. It was a new sensation but she enjoyed it. She felt Lance move between her legs, his dick poised at the entrance to her cunt, when reality managed to reach into her lust-fogged brain.
“Condoms,” she gasped. “Do you have condoms? I’m not on anything.”
Lance moved back slightly and gave a frustrated growl. “Shit!” he exclaimed. “I didn’t honestly think things would go this far. Liam?”
“I don’t have any,” he said.
“Fuck!” Serena exclaimed. “I want you so bad, but I’m not going to risk another pregnancy.”
“I’m sure we can find ways to have fun,” Lance said, lying down on the bed between her legs. “Can I lick your pussy?”
“Don’t bother asking, just do it, dammit!” she growled at him. She reached down and grabbed his hair, lifting her hips to shove her snatch in his face. He thrust his tongue between her lips and darted it in and out of her cunt, doing with it what he couldn’t with his cock. Serena moaned loudly and ground herself against his mouth. He moved his tongue up her slit until he found her engorged clit and he began to lick it furiously. Liam’s mouth was on one breast while his hand worked on the other. Serena was sure she’d died and gone to heaven. Lance’s mouth on her pussy was driving her quickly toward another orgasm. The brothers worked her body with their tongues, and she finally came in the most intense orgasm of her life. She screamed out with pleasure, bucking her hips against Lance’s face, her hand buried in Liam’s hair as he sucked on a nipple.
A knock at the door made them all freeze. The door handle jiggled. Thank God I locked it, Serena thought.
“Mom?” called Sam’s sleepy voice from the other side of the door. “Mom, are you okay?” He knocked again.
“Fuck,” Serena whispered. Then she called, “I’m fine, Sam. I just had a…leg cramp…and it was pretty bad.”
“Can I come in?” he asked.
“Not right now, sweetie,” she said. “Just go back to bed.”
“I’m going to get a drink of water,” he said. She could hear him shuffle across the hall to the bathroom and then the water running.
Lance and Liam moved up to lie down on either side of her.
“Sorry,” she whispered.
Lance kissed her, his face still wet with her pussy juice, and she loved the way she tasted on him. When he had finished, she turned her head to Liam who kissed her, too. He lowered his lips to her ear and said softly, “I love the way you taste.”
“Mom?” came Sam’s voice from the hall again.
“Just go to bed, sweetie,” Serena called. “I love you!”
“Love you, too.” They listened until they heard his door close.
Serena relaxed. “I’ve never had to worry about that before,” she said. She looked at Lance. “Then again, I’ve never come hard enough to make me want to scream.”
Michelle Graham has dreamed of being a writer since she was very young. Her stories almost always had a happy ending, and once she reached a certain age, they almost always had romance. Michelle loves to recreate that wonderful feeling of falling head over heels in love. The relationships she writes about are definitely not conventional, but the love is always the same.
Michelle has been in love with her wonderful husband for seventeen years, and they have two children, and a variety of animals. She lives in southern Ontario, Canada.
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For a man who vowed never to fall in love, how can it be possible FBI agent Cameron Stone managed to fall twice? Hot on the trail of a missing fellow agent, Cameron finds himself in Silver Springs, hometown of DEA agent Adrien Bingham and firefighter Thaddeus Carter, and the last place Cameron needs to be. When emotions run wild and attraction explodes, can the self-proclaimed playboy hold on to his resistance?
Adrien never intended to fall for Cameron. Too bad his heart won’t listen. Then Thaddeus walks into his life, and his heart ends up in a train wreck of confusion.
Thaddeus knows Adrien’s heart already belongs to someone, but that doesn’t stop his pursuit. When he meets Cameron, he realizes the man is the one standing in his way. But when his own attraction to Cameron detonates, he’s left in a hell of a mess.
And now for some sins….
Gluttony: Bar time – My honey and I play on a dart team once a week. No big deal there. It gives us a night out to ourselves, a little “adult time” without our 5 children. However, for several months we didn’t just stick to that one night a week thing. We indulged two or even three times a week. 8
Sloth: Can’t say I get anything here. I’m constantly active, both physically and mentally. 0
Wrath: Not much here either. I’m generally a calm person. Thinking back, I only lost it once last year and, even then, I did a lot of tongue-biting. Guess I’ll give this one a score of 1
Lust: Certainly had a lot of that last year and it’s carrying over to 2013. I’m a writer! I will never have enough books published or sell enough copies to be satisfied. There’s always a higher goal to reach. 10
Pride: I wrote more books last year than I ever have in my career. 9 completed with 8 of them seeing publication before the year ended. I’m proud of myself for that, though I’m already planning to top that in 2013. 7
Envy: I’ll admit, I get envious when I see all the hype about certain books that I know don’t deserve the attention they are getting because they’re poorly written, edited, or what have you but they just so happen to get a hell of a lot of luck. My envy here isn’t just for me, but for all those authors like me who are struggling to make ourselves known with far better novels and apparently far less luck. 8
Greed: I think my greed and lust are synonymous. I’m always striving to be better, to reach those higher goals, and know I’ll never have enough. 10
TOTAL : 44 Is that good or bad? I suppose it depends on the point of view.
Worse…or better than mine at 41!
About Tonya –
Tonya Ramagos is a bestselling author of contemporary, fantasy, paranormal, and cowboy novels. She spends most of her time in a fictional world dreaming up hot hunks and headstrong heroines. When she’s not writing, she’s reading. Anything from legal and military nonfiction to any genre of romance can be found on her Kindle and hard drive. Her idea of relaxing is curling on the sofa or on her back deck with a book and her favorite beverage. A single mother of two fantastic boys and a future step-mother to two more boys and a girl, she enjoys playing games, dancing, and walking the nature trails around her home in Tennessee.
I’m envious- had a few days in North Carolina and Tennnessee walking: it’s lovely country!
This year I am inviting authors to come to this spot and talk about their sins- fiction or otherwise!
Siren Bookstrand is full of exciting authors in a plethora of subgenres within erotica! Cowboys, sci-fi, multiple men, bi, homo and heterosexual…seems to be just about anything and everything to suite all tastes! Just look at the January calendar- http://www.sirenbookstrand.com/calendar/ and there’s more than enough books to keep most of us reading for a very long time!
Watch this space for what’s happening where…and let me know if you’d like to put in an appearance. Zara Chase and Tonya Ramagos coming up soon…
December 26th Boxing Day!
Sin of the Week…Year
As the year comes to a close it makes sense to reflect on what went wrong with 2012. Kind of a warm up to the New Year’s Resolutions. If you leave it to the last minute you get drunk and make some resolution you either know you won’t keep, didn’t ever really want, and possibly forget it the next day. If the process has started a week before there is more time to get it right. Don’t panic, this may mean ensuring the wording is such that you don’t do anything at all (my son didn’t do Law for no reason even if he has seen the light. I’m sure he can help…).
I need to put out there first that this was an awesome year, but the content of that for another day. Of the Sins, let us pray, er no I mean reflect.
Gluttony: Restaurant highlights– Vue du Monde (Melbourne) and Momo Fuku Ko (New York). For the first time we squeezed in three gourmet weekends with friends in one year. At the last one the cocktail night nearly put me in hospital. A score of eight (ten if I had been in hospital, no extra for dying, in fact that might get a minus). Husband agrees. 8
Sloth: Actually… bombed out here. Manic, Type A personality has been in full flight most of the year. Husband rates three for attitude to editing. 0
Wrath: My hyper personality is sometimes misread by my family who think I’m irritated but maybe it’s just my Don Tilman moments. If you don’t know who Don Tilman is, follow him @ProfDonTilman and you’ll get the feel pretty quickly! Read The Rosie Project for an ever better understanding… Husband rates five. Me 3
Lust: A bumper year! Exposé out in April, Exclusive in September, and the first two Were-Devils of Tasmania series, Were-Devils’ Curse and Were-Devils’ Revenge published! Given the last two are menage a trois books I think this deserves a full ten out of ten rating. Husband rates six but I am ignoring him. Maybe that is the problem. 10
Pride: A little proud of my writing success. Would have rated 8 but this was the year of Fifty Shades of Grey when it came to book sales. 5
Envy: Okay, on the day my husband sold translation rights to Germany for 150,000 euros (start of the avalanche of foreign book sales including Iceland!) I was a teensy weany bit envious, but then I was just so delighted I’ve been on Cloud Nine with him ever since (I occasionally have to shoot him down or he’ll start believing this hype). 7
Greed: I want my first mainstream book (I have a contract) to be at least as nearly as successful as The Rosie Project. 8
TOTAL : 41 Not sure if this is good or bad….will have to compare to next year…or let me know your scores!
Sin of the Week- Anticipatory Gluttony!
Most of my friends and I who dashed back to work when our children were only a few months old and live crazy li juggling everything probably have moments of thinking she’s right! Not that my mother doesn’t work, just not the paid variety.
Now leading up to Christmas I look at the food she has all ready to go and I who barely managed to put the Christmas cake ice-cream together (using a cake someone else made, it takes less than a half hour!) are in awe. Christmas cake, iced and home made decorations? Home made Christmas cards? Shortbread, my grandmother’s Scottish recipe, mince tarts (my favorites) and of course the plum pudding! But we don’t get to have that until Christmas night…after Christmas lunch, also with turkey and pudding, with my husband’s family. I think I am feeling ill…
But for lighter use of leftovers, here’s a favourite! Easy, light, delicious and healthy.
Turkey Quinoa Salad
Cook the 1 cup of quinoa- I use multiple colours and wash them, dry fry (gives a more smokey taste) and then add to boiling water for 8 minutes and drain.
Add: 1 can of chick peas, small bunch of chopped mint and coriander, half to one cup of dried cranberries, half to one cup of pistachios, finely sliced red and yellow pepper, an onion lightly fried in turmeric and garlic (optional) and toss in the juice of one lemon with the cooked turkey.
Gluttony: Gourmet Weekend
We do this every six months. Three couples, three country houses and we each take it in turn to host two nights, no expense spared, slaving over the stove type of meals. We all love food and wine, the guys all have a musical side (piano, guitar and harmonica) and if I drink enough (or rather when) I fancy myself as a singer.
We theme the weekends, or at least the main dinners. This was one was our turn and we did a bit of a hotch potch to fit in with the weather.
Friday Night: small dishes on the balcony and off the BBQ, with cocktails (it’s been a week of them, cocktails that is! See Wednesdays blog…). Tonight we start with champagne cocktails followed by Grapefruit margaritas, have shots of vodka with the caviar, some wine in the middle and finish with Pina Coladas(with dessert- deconstructed pina colada!). It is probably no surprise to anyone that one of us nearly fell off the balcony, and I was feeling fragile the next day.
Saturday Lunch: Japanese Sushi!- haven’t done this before on these weekends because it isn’t terribly wine friendly food (and we aren’t Sake aficionados) but at lunch we thought we’d need to keep sober. Particularly after the previous night…
Antipasto with peach blinis (see the photo…) then we thought we’d get in early before people were sick to death of turkey and as it was going to be hot we thought turkey on the BBQ (with lid on) and quinoa salad with cranberries. This is a great recipe for using turkey leftovers, particularly in the southern hemisphere where it’s hot, but even in the north, it’s a nice light alternative to the heavier stuff you’ve just had! Will put in recipe next week!
Dessert- Christmas pudding ice-cream naturally! This recipe used up the left over Christmas cake from last year, crumbled into brandied cream (the 40% fat variety) and custard after half an hour in the ice-cream maker.
With Egg Nogg (not as good as the one I had with the cinnamon iceblock at James Hotel in New York, but fun never-the-less).
Wednesday Cocktail Hangovers
Sin of the week- overindulgence. My head hurts. In fact I think organs that have no pain receptors hurt as well. And it all started so well…
The occasion was a cocktail party to celebrate my husband’s book The Rosie Project, out next year (though a pre-release copy already has a five star review on Good Reads by an American!). Why a cocktail party? Well, the book has a hilarious cocktail scene with the socially inept hero as the cocktail maker. He also has a standardized meal plan. Tuesdays (which was the night of our cocktail party) is lobster night (hence the lobster on the UK cover), so naturally we had lobster too, naturally. I’ve re-read and had this book read to me so many times I have started to believe some of these things really happened.
Gertrude St, metres from our house has a very funky restaurant and bar scene so we hired one of the barmen from The Everleigh (very New York-ish, and hidden above the new American diner which is the current rage, and where I dined last week and was accosted−in the nicest possible way− by the owner who happens to be my ex-hairdresser!) to make the cocktails which my husband renamed after the characters in his book. My favourite was ‘In Your Dreams Gene’ with multiple liquors from different countries. You’ll have to read the book to find out why… The main cocktail was of course the Rosie cocktail and the rosé champagne in honour of the heroine. And of course I had to try everything. Maybe more than one…
I’m sure once upon a time I could have jumped out of bed unaffected. But not now. I’m taking in a lot of water and hoping they’ll rehydrate a few brain cells and allow them to recover. There’s a lot of writing they still have to do. And I might stick to wine in the future…oh bugger. We’re having more cocktails Friday night…
Sin of the Week: Lust
It’s becoming repetitive But I have an excuse. I went to see Skyfall last night so I had two glorious hours alone with him bigger than life on Imax. No mind that I was sharing him with the rest of the cinema (including my daughter but at least she wasn’t privy to my thoughts, and husband who probably could have guessed but chose to ignore my salivating). Of course in my imagination he was Jeffrey Carroway ( hero of Exposé and Exclusive) rather than James Bond or Daniel Craig (who is actually married).
It must be weird being lusted after by people you have never met. We made a film once (a long story I’ll make short) of a novel I wrote which got to the last phase at Random House after my husband turned it into a screenplay. It went for ninety minutes and starred all our friends cast as close as possible to people similar in character given there was only one person (who played the bad guy) with acting experience. We hired the Fitzroy Town Hall and used it as a court room, a night club for two ball room scenes (and our friends put on masks for one ball and moved to the differently decorated tables, and people’s homes as locations. And my old car owned by a friend (the camera man, a professional) did the car shots standing up in the back of my current convertible (see website photo to left) to film the other car.
So the point of this was that my husband and I played the leads (and because of this we have a “Bacon” number but that’s another story) and a lot of my husband’s junior staff helped on set. One of them put my husband up as her screen saver. When it was pointed out she couldn’t have the boss as her screen saver she said in all seriousness, it wasn’t the boss, it was Nicholas (the character he played).
I say this for the sake of poor Daniel Craig’s wife and every other partner of Hollywood heart throbs. How difficult it must it be to have all these women think they are in love with him?
So I REALLY enjoyed Skyfall, thought Daniel Craig was brilliant, and Javier Bodrum the most AMAZING crook. Judi Dench whom we saw a lot more of than usual was also fabulous. There was all the usual action, fabulous locations, much less sex and interludes with the opposite sex (so I didn’t even feel he as Jeffrey Carroway was cheating on Stephanie…) and a coherent albeit not complex story.
And no, I’m not really in love with Daniel Craig even if he did make for a great Jeffrey. He makes an even better Bond and can’t wait for the next one!
Sin of the Week: Technological Inadequacy
Where do I start?
Months ago I put something on E-Blogger. I had been blogging five days a week on my web site and apart from billions of spam didn’t seem to be getting much else but I couldn’t (and still can’t) work out how to see how many hots I get. EBlogger seems to have this facility in a way I can use it (must be easy). But then I kind of lost it and didn’t see the point as I wanted people to come to my website. Move forward a few months- I find it again, really like that it tells me the hits and for next year I’ve decided only to do weekly blogs on my website rather than five days a week, so thought I could manage this as well.
So then I get told a whole lot of people have reconnected with me. AHHHH – apologies if I ignored you. I didn’t know where to look! Now I seem to have this Google stream thing that looks like Facebook and Twitter combined. My teenage children don’t know anything about it. I am now accosting random people in the street to ask- no one seems to use it!!! Well no one I bump into, cos there are messages from you guys….midst the fashion blurbs I get cos somewhere along the line they told me I was going to be lonely (they really know how to get your weak spots) and I hit something random that sounded interesting. Someone told about something else I had never heard of my head is spinning. Something that puts all your photos together. I thought that was what a photo album was for.
Now I’m hitting random things and not sure what they’re doing. Can I apologise in advance if you get a ton of messages I never meant to send (I think I only sent one invitation out to Were-devils’ Revenge Release on the 3rd December…
While I’m on a roll, a quick jibe about Facebook. My daughter get all her invitations via facebook. Then she gets a really boring card with an address on it and no other info. So yes, they got the message how not to have gate crashers but I just envisage a lot of people going to the wrong place on the wrong day or right place wrong day. You get my meaning.
A final ‘when was it I got this old?’: The television. Why do we need four controllers and how come I can’t work any of them? And how come my son can in three seconds flat? Sigh….
Sin of the Week: Feeling Virtuous
There’s a lot of psychological research into happiness that suggests that in order to be happy we have to have something to compare ourselves to. This of course creates unhappiness as well. If we are comparing ourselves to Miranda Kerr as we look into the mirror, this is not going to lead to a moment of joy for most of us. However if we’re comparing ourselves to three weeks earlier when we weighed three kilos more, or to Phyllis Diller (sorry, I know she’s dead but even alive she was the first to admit gorgeous she was not) then we feel better. Same thing with income, jobs, you name it. It kind of works like by enforcing perspective. Puts you in your place which is okay so long as there is someone you’re doing better than.
So when contemplating what sins I may have committed in the last week, it’s hard to actually think up any when the front page of the papers for the last three days has been about child abuse. Not just the odd case, but systemic and wide spread through institutions, particularly the Catholic church. Any biologist could tell you this may just have something to do with trying to go against human nature by telling a bunch of men to be celibate. Really? Of course it’s much more complicated than this but if I was doing a review of the church this would be one of the many things that to an outsider needs changing. In the middle ages the Popes had children (albeit illegitimate) for heaven’s sakes.
Our understanding of the rights of children and impact of early psychological experience has also come a long way since the 1950’s. I’ve read enough survivor stories to know that some of the abusers were women- goes back to the not so nice thing about human nature, how we can make ourselves feel better by putting someone else down, and single mothers were pretty looked down upon by women as much if not more than men.
So this week’s sin? Think there’s enough people out there sinning so I won’t add to it! And I’ll try not to feel good about myself for being virtuous because a sin is bound to be just around the corner…
I’m Still Hot and no it’s not Flushes.
Sin of the week, if western society is to be believed, is getting older. Or is it that I haven’t let this go? I’m still smarting after last week’s comments, no worse, refusal for a class of educated people’s belief that no woman over 40 would wear a G-string. Okay it was 45, but that’s worse because that’s the age that is quoted as when women become invisible. It’s like you’re meant to have your birthday (alone I presume, unless you need your girlfriends there to stop you getting out the knives) and spend it packing up frivolous nighties (the ones your husband/partner gave you, all the sexy underwear you bought (I have favourite underwear shops in New York, Paris, Sydney and Melbourne) even though they still fit, lift your boobs up rather nicely with no need of a surgeon and can’t exactly be recycled. You then go the next day to Target and get lots of granny pants. May as well get the diapers as well.
Well it seems that particular class hasn’t heard that the old 50 is the new 30 or is that 40 is now 30? Either way I see lots of women of “a certain age” (please say this with a French accent) who look after themselves and I am fairly sure are still wearing sexy underwear. Catherine Deneuve in granny knickers? I don’t think so. Hey, Meryl Streep was having an affair with her ex and a new relationship in It’s Complicated. Going into such nerve wracking situations requires lighting adjustment and a little alcohol (or they use dope) and yes, sexy underwear!!! It helps the imagination work better. Even with dimming vision granny knickers look like your grandmother should be wearing them. Which incidentally is true for men too. Y fronts? Forget it! Briefs and jocks thank you. Most of you need dim vision and imagination on the woman’s part as well- that tire around the middle on so many middle age men is harder to hide than a slight sag which is easily camouflaged with a uplift bra!
Actually I think the classes problem was that they never had worn sexy underwear (they thought G strings were uncomfortable. Well of course they are if you don’t wear them all the time and get used to them. This would be undoubtedly greeted with “why should we have to get used to it?” Fair question. Fashion is after all a plot by gay men to make us as ridiculous as possible, right? Chanel wanted us to be comfortable.
But this is a cop out. Women through the ages have worn outrageous and often ridiculously uncomfortable costumes. So have men at times. But let’s face it they were too busy fighting wars and crinolines and horseback really don’t work. Why have we wanted to look outrageous? Because it’s a way of being noticed and still being a woman. It’s fun, it’s harmless (though feminists might argue otherwise) and if it’s about making you feel more self confident- well go for it. If I wear granny pants at 45 I’m going to feel I’m 80. I’m not twenty sure, but there’s life in the old gal yet…and besides, how can I possibly write erotica without checking out the fashions I am putting my heroines into??? Now where did that catalogue go????…..
Sloth- Completely atnd utterly, well with respect to this post! Just may be out of control…not a spare second yesterday and then up at 6.30 am (but the weather is great, 34 (90ish) yesterday and today) for a Skype call to Chapel Hill in the States where given Sandy their weather conidtions probably not as good! Anyway NO time to blog but as I haven’t missed since I started here I am while waiting for the call…Next year I’m going to weekly blogs. This is kilingl me!
Check out the pictures…
Sin: Lack of Confidence or Realistic Evaluation?
We went out with my soon to be publisher last night (can’t go out with Siren unless in Texas and for the time being am staying put. My husband’s book tour next year will be more than enough to ensure we retain Platinum frequent flyer status). They are wonderful. My husband (unlike the rest of us) had a choice of publishers and went with one not too small but also not too big. He isn’t just another author to them. And their faith in him has led them to take me on. They are fun, friendly, enthusiastic and no one would ever know there was a problem in publishing around them. They love books and want to share this love with as many people as possible. It’s heaven.
This is largely brilliant, a fabulous opportunity, something I’ve dreamed on, something that leaves me breathless with excitement and possibilities. And also terrifies me. Let’s just get it straight. Yes they signed me, but it’s my husband they love. He might drop dead, leave me, decide to write mine…no actually it isn’t any of these things that worry me.
He writes better than me? Well that’s an interesting point. He did win a literary award, but then I didn’t enter. He did get 2nd in a competition I did enter, but then again I came fifth. Personally I liked mine better. He edits better than me but that wouldn’t be hard. I stink in the editing stakes, though I am slowly improving. Well, a little. We sent in three chapters first draft each of the next book and the editor liked mine better than his. This is good, though it probably just reflects his is written from a male perspective, mine from a woman’s and the editor is a woman.
So what is really worrying me? It’s so much easy to come from behind, as the underdog. I’ve always been a high achiever but I would argue I’m not competitive. I like to do things my way, in my time, not from the starting line in a race, not in a balls on the table sort of way. Which was why the erotic fiction has been great for me. A way of improving my writing all the time, but while also getting kudos.
But now we have just put in the first full draft of parallel books which in the sentiments of Hemingway’s s**t has more work to be done. And the last book they read from us (that is my husband) is their best seller…It’s funny and original and this one will be original but in a very different way and while light at times, not laugh out loud funny. The Rosie Project is going to be something hard to live up to. Nonsense says my supremely confident partner. And when I read my favourite bits of Walk to the Stars I can almost believe him…Actually, it’s rather good and has a great idea behind it. Oops…new sin- pride and arrogance?
Sin of the Week: Freeloading
It was the Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards last night and I was there. Okay I write and have published and thanks to 50 Shades I don’t have to lower my voice when I reply to the “and why are you here” if I want to say anything other than “I’m with him.” Him being my husband whose unpublished manuscript award was announced early but he was invited and mentioned. But literary? Not exactly. And with Anna Funder on the list, can’t quite see Were-Devils Curse on the same shelf. That said my mainstream book which will be out in 18 months will be a different story.
Still, as new to the field this did seem to be shooting straight to the top- maybe one of the advantages of being older. I went to congratulate Alice Pung, there with her father (“Her Father’s Daughter”, was short listed for the nonfiction award) which along with Unpolished Gem is a lovely piece of work. She is so sweet and young!
The food was good, wine adequate, the Premier is very tall- and he has a sense of humour!
The compere wasn’t bad (and he could sing) and of course there were the winners.
Foal’s Bread by Gillian Mears won the fiction (but wasn’t there to pick it up due to her Multiple Sclerosis) and I bought it to read at first chance (I have Addition by Toni Jordan first one the list though…). The nonfiction book about the Indigenous people- The Biggest Estate on Earth won (and with a very laconical speech by the author Bill Gamage) both the nonfiction and the overall award and John Larkin took out the prize with Shadow Girl for young adult fiction and gave a touching speech about the inspiration, a homeless girl, and his own mental illness.
I’ve just had a week in Paris? Enough said.
The Kitchen Gallery- their second restaurant as we couldn’t get into the first though have been there on a previous occasion. We took an American couple from Pittsburgh. I mention this because Pittsburgh is not the backwaters of Tennessee. The couple were in their sixties but professional and unlike many Americans travel regularly.
We went for the set ‘discovery’ menu. This was very brave of them and they were very positive and enjoyed it. We were asked if we had allergies-no. But I mentioned I wasn’t big on offal. This as far as I was concerned meant Foie Gras. Just the thought is bad enough, and without a spicy sauce is like eating fat. UGH.
So no offal but we did get squid. No big deal- except for one of this couple they’d never had it. Wow. In Melbourne it’s on just about every menu- starting with the Greek restaurants (but then we are the third largest Greek city in the world…) and then all the trendy salt and pepper Asian style ones. Pittsburgh I guess isn’t New York.
So having had this fabulous menu (not thankfully full of butter sauces) we fronted the next day for lunch at La Truffiere. For the truffle menu. Truffles weighed on scales then grated over out risotto (amazing smell that disappeared within seconds), over the mashed potato and in the cheese. A wonderful meal but a lot of fuss over a brief aroma. To say nothing of the fact that if you calculated the price of each mouthful came to, and converted it into how many people you could feed in Africa or India for the same price, I think we just ate for the whole village.
Sin of the Week: Gluttony
This sin is almost compulsory when in France. I almost could get away without indulging too much in rural France, where, recovering from English pubs we cooked for ourselves. I say almost because my cousin had left a good supply of wine, to say nothing of what we had in the cellar, and our local butcher had as usual a supply of Poulet Bresse and guinea fowl that we just had to have.
But now I’m in Paris and the call of the restaurants is strong. We are in the seventh arrondisement and I can see the Eiffel tower. It would be just wrong not to have meal at Jules Verne. Particularly having just seen the trailer for Skyfall, the next James Bond movie, which reminds me both of Jeffrey (Stephanie Beauman’s man, see Exposé and Exclusive) who bears a resemblance to Daniel Craig, and the earlier James Bond movie where Grace Jones swings through Jules Verne restaurant at the Eiffel tower.
You could eat in and still be hard pushed not to indulge in gluttony. Right in the heart of Paris are wonderful stores with displays of Ceps, bottles of fabulous wine and then there’s the chocolates….
Then there’s Moroccan tonight, a cocktail cruise on the Seine tomorrow night and The Kitchen Gallery, an innovative modern French bistro Friday. It’s okay, I’ll be punished with plane food (economy class) on Saturday….
Sin of the Week: Still too Gobsmacked to decide….
Okay it’s now official. I’ve made mention of a general state of amazement, hinted at my husband’s runaway success but now the press release has happened I can relate the last two amazing weeks.
First of all this was his first novel, The Rosie Project, written in 7 weeks. Actually this is unfair, because he had been working on the screenplay for five years and had the plot and characters at the tip of his fingers. We had a lot of fun talking them over, getting the right words for the heroine from our younger (thus cooler) daughter, and Graeme can do his hero word-perfect. Of course, he wrote him into existence…but it is weird having his publisher(s) speak about the character as though Don Tillman is real and someone separate!
Next Graeme whips the manuscript into the Premier’s prize competition after I had told him I wasn’t sure it read like a real book…. It is after all, very different to anything I’ve ever read. I was biased and the real person who inspired the character was in my head. Who knew what anyone else would make of this oddball (given I like my heroes to be more traditional).
Then he wins the prize and several publishers are suddenly desperate for it. Not one rejection slip in the drawer. He has a publisher, a deal for more books and we head off overseas to do a 16 day Coast to Coast walk in England. We knew the book was going to go to the Frankfurt book fair (not something I had ever heard about, but in the trade this is where the book deals for overseas rights are done). But that wasn’t until October.
Except that the scouts were out to snap up things prior to the book fair. Next thing I know, Graeme is on Skype and the phone in the midst of a bidding frenzy! It was incredible, as Don the hero would say. This is what the publisher was saying: a ‘once in a lifetime experience’ which will make the follow up novel a challenge! I’m up to my knees in mud and being blown off a peak in the Lake District and he’s on the phone hearing that the German bid has been trumped by an even larger one. There’s different bidding rules for different countires at different times, but all very open. At one stage one countries publishers were upping bids very slowly then suddenly took off. In another closed bids were asked for.
Don is a socially challenged genetics professor who sets out to find a wife –scientifically. He’s funny, and the book is a laugh out loud love story with a romp around science as he tries to find out who Rosie, the most unsuitable applicant’s, biological father is. I have 140,000 words of a novel I never finished with a similar subplot that I abandoned because it wasn’t working- well believe me, it works here!
Graeme got fabulous love letters from publishers desperate to have THE ROSIE PROJECT. They loved Don, opened their correspondence with his traditional ‘Greetings!’ ….and threw money at it. More than a million dollars later, it will be translated into everything from Icelandic to Hebrew (eleven currently but there are apparently plenty more still coming). And he hasn’t sold a single copy yet!
What’s the coolest thing? All the airports we might see it in, in languages we don’t understand, the thought that people all over the world might laugh and love Don and be inspired by his quest, just as I was even when I wasn’t sure if it read like a real book or not. Envy? No, I feel part of it and am so happy for him. But then I’m still gobsmacked! For everyone who reads it next year when it comes out, because this is the ultimate feel-good novel. Enjoy!
Out in Australia February 2012 with Text Publishers: The Rosie Project by Graeme Simsion
September 19th Sin of Week- Envy
As the author of three published novels and a fourth novella out next month, I’m pretty pleased. I am still on the learning curve but to do it with the encouragement of a publication is …well a lot better than rejection slips! Why do I write? I always have and am pretty compelled. I love the construction of a different world and being able to enter into it while I read, even more so when I write. The charcters become very real to me- their motivations and how they would react. I’ve been known to have the hots for my leading men!
But no one is ever happy for long… I want people to read them too! Not just for positive feedback (though these reviews lead to me having a good day and the opposite with the not so good ones) but because ultimately I want to give people enjoyment but also maybe make then think, maybe make a tiny difference. One of my colleagues who read my books said they were very helpful with her flagging sex life. Okay, that’s not such a bad thing!
So envy? Welll my wonderful incredibly smart and talented husband won a prize with his first book, then got a book contract …and now over the last week the international rights have been up for auction. WOW! The process is amazing to watch (we’re walking the Coast to Coast in the UK so it’s Skype every morning for updates. One day the only place to get a signal was right in the pub so everyone shared the news with us!). I’m incredibly excited for him- and of course all authors would love a runaway success. Butit’s not just the money, fame or the clear indication that the book and your work is worthwhile, but because people will read it – a lot of them- and perhaps someone’s life will be changed. I’m working on it being my next book.
Watch out Graeme’s book next MARCH- probably in many languages! THE ROSIE PROJECT by GRAEME SIMSION
Sin of the Week: Swearing
I’m currently on day three of the coast to coast walk from the St Bees on the Irish sea to Robin Hoods Bay on the east coast of Yorkshire. It’s meant to be early autumn. After the second wettest summer on record (or something similar, depends who you ask) they had to be due for an Indian summer, right? Wrong. First day was lovely. Next day was awful. Okay it wasn’t particularly cold but wind, rain, then some more wind and rain. Then today, for a change, some more rain. This leads to guess what- amazingly boggy terrain and lots of brooks, streams, creeks and rivers, or in this part of the world- gillls (streams running down the moutains) and becks (general streams and creeks).
The British like to be contrary so they deliberately don’t mark the walk well so we can have the genuine Wainwright (father of the walk) experience. So swearing…
1. Mist sets in, rain pelting- so we’re reallly going to get a (paper) map out? Guide book will never be the same again…
2. Crossing mire- stick went in to about three feet deep. No, I didn’t follow it, the swearing was relief
3. Rain- more than enough reason to swear
4. Crossing waterfalls (as opposed to walking in them, a frequent occurence) I manage it brilliantly only to slip on next rock. Knee bled for rest of day. Trousers will never be the same again and considering blood transfusion.
5. Knee now size of football and from my vague memory about things called bursitis, I think from the red color its what I have, Taking antibiotics
Okay no more swearing. I’m on holiday and this is fun….
NOW OFF TO THE PUB
Sin of the Week : Sloth
Actually maybe not sloth. Travel and technological anxiety and a desire to enjoy the foot massage my friend booked…
See I arrived in Hong Kong last night and I could have fiddled around in the hotel (in the sticks) trying to get on the internet so I could post this and tell you how wonderful and warm Hong Kong is (and how I’m freezing in the air-conditioned hotel), how good a foot massage is after being on a plane all day and the fabulous Chinese food in Hong Kong when you have a local who knows where to take you.
But instead I thought I’d write and post this advance so after a hard day working- I will have my 11 ½ hours of battery (two combined) for the trip- I can enjoy that massage and not worry. Thinking ahead and avoiding stress. Something I wish I could get my two kids, currently stressing on deadlines for assignments to do. I mean the assignments were set months ago. How come they never get done until the last moment?
There is a lot to be said for decreasing stress. This doesn’t have to mean sloth as such (we are about to do a 16 day, 300km walk after all), but most of the patients I see (in my ‘other’ life) may have many issues but it is the stress and reaction to them that is causing most of the problems.
I guess easy to say when I’m here having a foot massage…
Okay my husband might have come second in the competition I was short listed for but I just got the feedback from the judges and I wasn’t far behind (5th out of 262)! I still get my story published as well. It was a fun competition applicable to this post- Seven Deadly Sins. I decided to put them all in and add Faith or rather lack of it! It got marked down for character but as it was a 1500 word limit and I had a character for each of the sins, this was kind of tricky! Only so much character development you can do…(check it out at Stringybark).
Also got the feedback from the editor’s on my upcoming Were-devil’s Curse due in October. Some people did like my sassy go getting heroine Stephanie Beauman from Embedded, Exposé & Exclusive so the heroine in this one, Becc, is a good deal gentler and less sure of herself. The editors at least love her and seem to think that when I have 27,000 words to develop a character I can do it! Interesting that there still seem to be a lot of women more comfortable with the sweeter innocence of Anastasia Steele (Fifty Shades of Grey) – perhaps we have a way to go to break through the glass ceiling or maybe its just more relaxing- this is fantasy after all!
But pride commeth before a fall. I’m reading Anna Funder’s Mils Franklin prize winner ‘All That I Am.’ Wow. This is literary fiction and her sentences are mine have sadly little in common…
Phyllis Diller just died. I’m not angry about that. She was 95 which I reckon is a pretty good innings. There aren’t many female comedians, and I grew up with her and Lucille Ball re runs. Didn’t make me like comedians particularly but at least she was there as a role model. I still managed to get to be an adult without ever having told a joke or wanting to. It does seem to be a gender thing (sorry sisterhood, but we ARE different!). None of my girlfriends tell jokes either. We tell the punchline first or forget it all together. Must be genetic. No Y chromosome, no joke (with some exceptions of course, including the late Ms Diller).
I would just like to clarify at this point in time. I DO have a sense of humour. Honestly. As a kid I rolled around with tears in my eyes watching Bye Bye Birdie (ballet has never been the same since seeing it done where the conductor of the orchestra was on speed) and Night at the Opera (just how many people can fit into a cabin on a boat?) I giggled reading A Prayer for Owen Meany. No, not when the mother died. I can still picture him being passed over head in class. You kind of need to read it.
So wrath? Mmm. Got dragged to a comedy club in New York. Front row. Guy has a real anger issue (I am a health professional in my other life…) The come the ante-women jokes. The first 50 were okay. I tolerated the blonde jokes (have been blonde at varying times in my life…). But then the ageism women jokes. Shit I lost it. Really, really bad idea. Given I had no one liners to come back at him with- he’s the comedian. Still licking the wounds. May eventually recover. Then I’ll kill him.
Gluttony: A Gourmet Weekend with a Spanish Theme
My husband and I are one of three couples that every 4-6 months we get together for a gourmet weekend, rotating to stay at each other’s places. When it’s ‘your’ turn you choose the theme and the menu, my husband who has wine importer as one of his many achievements matches the wine and from Friday after work until Sunday brunch we eat, drink, enjoy each other’s company, sometimes sing and play music (depending on how much we have to drink in my case but I have to say the guys are talented, two of them having been in ‘real’ bands and one still playing professionally).
Last weekend we went north of Melbourne and as we arrived it started raining and didn’t really stop. Perfect. I didn’t have to come up with an excuse as to why I wasn’t going for a walk. The two fires were blazing (we had to fight the cat and dog for the best positions in front but we mostly won).
Friday we started with sherry. Husband had sourced the bottle from Spanish Acquisition (great name for a Spanish wine business). I love a good Manzanilla but this time we tried a Fino which wasn’t too bad. Not bad but I prefer the crisp cold Manzanilla even on a cold Friday night.
We then had Rosé- a bit of a favourite since we walked the Camino. We hit Spain in Spring and a glass of rosé with seafood after a long day walking really hit the spot (see Tuesdays blog of the walk, or Exposé now on Amazon as Ebook and in print). These were quite a bit heavier than what we’d drunk in the countries north but definitely worth a look though more so in summer. We finished with a red though! These took us through the weekend…(I may not exactly have these right…)
1. Les terrrasses. 2008 Alvaro palacios
2. Villa de CorruLon. Bierzo 2008 Alvaro palacios
3. Mas Donis 2011. Demon montsant
4. Lanzaga. Vinesdos en lanziego. 2008 from La Rioja
5. An 2006 Vi de la terra de Mallorca
This was all accompanying:
Squid rings in an almond and sherry sauce (Yummy- after pulpa and paprika in the north of Spain I’m a covert and this was an unusual but tasty variation)
Prawns in procuitto ham .. charcoal grilled
Catalan white beans with chorizo
Veal spare ribs .. BBQed ..(Our poor host outside in the cold…)
Swordfish with olive tapenade
lightly toasted bread with goat cheese with olives pimento
We slept in late, hardly surprising given the dead bottle count. Breakfast was coffee (obviously!), croissants and jam and a great mixed juice including cranberry- maybe not Spanish but our hostess was originally Californian, berries, muesli and yoghurt. Fresh homemade home grown pumpkin soup for lunch.
Dinner we ate (where did we find the room???) and drank well again
The menu: Salad Nicoise (see photo)
Duck de Orange (Seville style)….on my facebook page you’ll find the wine and oranges picture)
served with a carrot mash and grilled Polenta (with parmesan & green olives)
cheese, fruit, chocolate
Our turn in December so we had better start planning. Turkey?