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MM Interview

I’m excited to see Magic Mike. Not just because of all the hot men, but because it looks fun. The preview looks fun, and this interview makes me think these guys had a damn good time making the movie, and that will shine through.

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Hot Summer Nights

“One Weekend is a hot, erotic romp from the talented imagination of Sasha White. Ms. White has long been one of my favorite authors, and One Weekend only cements her place on my list of auto-buy authors and “to be kept” shelf.”~ Joyfully Reviewed

“HOT HOT HOT! I want more!

Once again Sasha White has hit the mark in her latest release, One Weekend which should be retitled to, One Smoking Hot Weekend Not to Miss!”~ Cathryn Fox, author of INSTINCTIVE

Summer’s here and the time is right for dancing in the sheets!

UHmm, yeah, okay so I know I got the lyrics wrong there, but hey, sometimes thats just the way my mind works. Which has worked out well for me, since I like write White Hot Fiction, although to be honest, it really doesn’t matter what time of year it is to me. All seasons should be time for dancing in the sheets. *g*

Though, because it is summer, I thought I’d showcase a little menage story I wrote called One Weekend. Why? Because it’s hot, even though it wasn’t set in the summer.

Three lovers. Two days. One bed…

Angie Wilson is a lucky girl. She loves her job, her life, and her man, Rick Craig. What red-blooded woman wouldn’t revel in the attentions of a good-looking, athletic boyfriend who’s secure enough to encourage her most adventurous appetites?

One of the worst heat waves in memory has hit town, and by Friday Angie is ready to really let loose. Craig and his best friend, Mark, are chilling on the patio with cold beer when she gets home from work, and the three get comfortable. As the night moves on and the talk turns to sex, Angie longs for more than just cool air on her bare skin.

And the heat’s making her just crazy enough to go for it.

Check out this little intro to Angie and the boys…

The second I entered the apartment my clothes started coming off. I kicked off my heels, dropped my skirt and peeled off my starched white blouse as I walked to the kitchen. I’d worked hard to become a CPA and I loved the work, but the uptight clothes required in our office were not what I would call comfortable. Opening the fridge I just stood there…a soft moan of pleasure slipping from between my lips as cool air finally hit bare skin.

“Ange?” Rick’s voice floated in from the balcony.

My pulse kicked up a notch, and I smiled softly. Just the sound of his voice was enough to make my heart turn over. Rick Craig was my perfect match, my other half. “In the kitchen,” I called back.

“Bring a couple more beers when you come out here, will you?”

“Sure, baby.”

Eager to shake off the tension of the day I grabbed a bottle of white wine and a couple of beers from the fridge. Bottle opener and wineglass in one hand, beers in the other, I headed out to the balcony with full hands.

Three steps from the sliding doors I realized that Rick wasn’t alone outside, and hesitated. It was easy to identify the other voice as Mark Hoffman, Rick’s best friend. I glanced down at the sheer bra and panties barely covering my parts, and a deliciously naughty heat surged through me. It wasn’t like Mark had never seen me in a bikini or something.

“Here you go,” I said as I swept aside the curtain and stepped out onto the balcony. Stopping short I glanced from Rick to Mark, all wide-eyed innocence. “Oh! Hi, Mark.”

“Hey, Angie.” Pure male appreciation was clear in the look he gave me.

“Hey, baby, come here.” Rick held out his hand, a knowing smile curving his lips. Confident in my love, Rick enjoyed watching me flirt with and tease other men almost as much as I enjoyed doing it.

I leaned down and gave him a lingering kiss, fully aware of Mark’s heated gaze on my ass the whole time. Straightening up I handed out the beers before stretching out on the empty lounger in front of their chairs. The heat was killer when covered in clothes and stuck at a desk, air-conditioned office or no, but stretched out with a glass of chilled wine, it was bearable. Almost pleasant. “How long have you boys been out here drinking?”

“’Bout an hour,” Rick answered. “How was work?”

“It sucked. The heat is making people crazy. Janice almost took a swing at a client because he called her sweetheart.”

“Is she?”

Rick snorted at Mark’s question. “Janice is one scary muther. Think tough as Gemma from Sons of Anarchy only ugly and fifty pounds heavier.”

“Hey,” I said as they laughed. “Janice is a sweetheart. You just have to get to know her.”

Rick smirked. “Mark might be looking for a girlfriend, but no matter what you say, Janice is not his type.”

Mark glanced away at that and took a deep pull from the beer in his hand. I raised an eyebrow. To say I was surprised was putting it mildly. Mark had a well-earned reputation as a player. “You’re looking for a girlfriend? Seriously?”

Shaggy blond hair and deep blue eyes made Mark a good looking guy—not to mention tall and ripped with muscles that made grown women drool—but it was his easy confidence and sexual swagger that always got him the girl. Well, almost always. It might’ve been Mark who’d first caught my eye the night I’d met the boys, but it was Rick who’d caught my heart.

“I don’t remember you ever having trouble finding a woman before, Mark. What’s the problem?”

“None of them are you, babe.” Mark’s patented grin flashed, but his gaze held a certain intensity when he looked at me and my breath stuttered. “You broke my heart when you chose Rick over me. And I’m not sure he’s willing to share.”

Warmth that had nothing to do with the sun swept over me, and I swallowed a gasp. The man had just hit on my most secret fantasy, the one that had plagued me since the first night I met the guys. Guilty pleasure had me glancing at Rick only to find him watching us both, a speculative gleam in his dark eyes. “She can be hard to satisfy sometimes.”

“Rick.” Heat crept up my neck.

“Greedy is she?”

My man nodded sagely. “Insatiable even.”

Mark reached down and adjusted himself obviously. “Another guy might come in handy.”

“A relief pitcher…of sorts,” Rick said with a grin that had me wondering what the hell he was up to.

Mark grinned back at him. “Double the dick. Double the pleasure.”

Both men turned to me, and I squirmed. I was totally turned on and a bit embarrassed about it. Bravado was the obvious way to go.

“Well, I do love cock,” I said with false casualness as I lay back and closed my eyes again. “But I doubt even both of you could totally satisfy me.”

“Ohhh.”

“Ouch!”

I ignored their groans of mock pain and pretended there was nothing strange about the conversation, or my laying around in my lingerie, but the tension was building.

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So…what do you think? Hot? Want more? Just comment here to be entered to win- Oh! Wait..I’m not done yet…

Before I get into that part, maybe I should share with you that One Week, the sequel to One Weekend, featuring more Angie and the boys, will be releasing in August. Would you like a peek at it?

Sure.. here’s a little tease…

Instinct had me opening my eyes at exactly the right moment.

Emerging from the oceans waves and coming my way was one of the hottest men I’d ever seen. Water glistened on his copper colored skin, enhancing muscles that rippled with every move. Tearing my gaze from him I swallowed the saliva that pooled in my mouth at the sight of the second man. Two steps behind Rick was Mark. A couple of inches taller, a little leaner, but equally as seductive with his brand of lazy charm and bad-boy ways. And they were both mine.

Christ, I was a lucky woman.

By the time I had my hormones somewhat under control the boys had crossed the expanse of beach from the water to where I lounged, soaking up the afternoon sun. “Don’t!” I cried, throwing up a hand when Ricks’ muscles tensed.

“Don’t what?” he asked, eyes wide with innocence.

Not fooled by his expression one bit I scowled. “Don’t shake yourself like a dog and spray me with water.”

“What’s wrong, Ange, you don’t want to get wet?”

Pulling off my sunglasses I threw him a naughty smile. “Just watching you walk my way got me wet enough, thank you.”

Rick grinned at Mark over my body. “Did you hear that? Just watching me walk makes her wet,” he bragged.

“So I heard,” Mark replied as he looked down at me, lying between them. Before I could think about how much I liked being between them he moved. Nudging me over he stretched out next to me on the oversized wooden lounge chair and laid a large hand on my bare thigh, before looking up at Rick with a smug grin of his own. “Don’t you have a lecture to give or something?”

Rick scowled and snatched the towel off the back of my chair. “Asshole,” he muttered before we all burst out laughing.

When Rick had told us he had a conference to go to in Florida, and it was being held at a beach resort, it had been too good to pass up. Mark and I had come along for the ride, spending our days playing tourist at Epcot Center or lazing about on the beach, while Rick had given several lectures and workshops on software development.

He’d joined us each night in the room we all shared, romping in the big king sized bed and loving us all night, but it was the first time he’d been able to join us on the beach, and it was time for him to go back to work.

“Dinner with the boss,” he growled. “His flight doesn’t leave until ten o’clock and I’m the last one here from our company so I have to entertain him.”

“Then after dinner you’re going to meet us at the beach hut bar, to be entertained, right?” I tried not to wiggle as Mark’s fingers tickled the inside of my thigh and naughty anticipation tightened my muscles. He’d shifted onto his side, his head propped up on his right hand and his body pressed against the length of mine as we watched Rick’s muscles flex and jump as he dried off.

Pulse pounding I glanced from one to the other. They were best friends when I met them over two years ago, and in that time they’d only gotten closer. We’d all gotten closer in the last couple of months since Rick and I had invited Mark into our bedroom on a regular basis. It had been a first for me, but I’d quickly learned that the men had not only shared a woman before, they’d been lovers themselves on and off for years-until Rick fell in love with me. Then he’d called a halt to it, not wanting to cheat. The thing is, I hadn’t been surprised when I’d learned the men had been together like that. Just like Rick hadn’t been surprised by my willingness for the ménage. It might’ve surprised me, but it hadn’t surprised him, the man who knew me better than I knew myself.

“You’ve sure got busy hands today, my friend.”

The tone of Rick’s voice clued me in and my pulse jumped, the arousal caused by Mark’s busy fingers kicking up a notch. “What did I miss?”

“I got our friend off in the water,” Mark said as his gaze left a trail of heat from where his hand was between my thighs to the bottom lip I chewed on in an effort to stay quiet. “When we were standing hip deep in those waves I reached down into his shorts and wrapped my fist around that meat of his. His engines fired up and I jerked him until he threw back his head and came in my hand.”

A whimper escaped and I bit my lip. I glanced over Mark’s shoulder and saw that the nearest people were about twenty yards away, lost in their own world. There were towels thrown on the chairs behind Rick, but no people.

Giving in to the erotic pull of Mark’s teasing I closed my eyes and saw in my mind what I’d missed seeing in the water. Mark’s fingers danced over the lycra covering my crotch, and need soon had me pressing up against his touch.

I sensed Rick moving, then his lips brushed against my other ear as he got in on the erotic torture act.

“He has the perfect grip,” Rick said, knowing exactly how much I loved dirty talk. He scraped a fingernail over the rigid nipple of my right breast and proceeded to draw me a detailed picture of what I’d missed. “Tight, but not so tight that it hurts, firm fingers and sure strokes up and down my cock. All the way, down then up, with his thumb curling over the head in a way that had me fighting not to come because I wanted it to last. The water moved around us and when I spread my legs, the waves tugged at my balls.”

I spread my legs a bit wider, silently inviting Mark to slide his fingers under the edge of my bathing suit. He didn’t, though.

“Rick fucked my hand, getting bigger and harder,” he said in one ear as he dug a grove between my swollen pussy lips until he could feel the rigid bundle of nerves beneath my bathing suit.

“My balls got tight, tingling and drawing up against me as he fisted me,” Rick said in the other as his fingers tugged and teased my rigid nipple.

“His dick throbbed in my hand.” Agile fingers tap-danced over my covered clit.

“I could feel the cum build up, ready to burst free.”

“He panted, just like you are now.”

“I came, cum exploded from my cock and into his hand, the same hand that’s rubbing your clit right now.”

It was too much, the words, the images in my head, the way they touched me out here in the open. Rick pinched my nipple, hard, at the same time Mark pinched my clit and I cried out as pleasure ripped from one nerve ending to another. Rick swooped in, his mouth covering mine, his kiss swallowing my cries as my hands gripped Marks trapped between my thighs.

When I got my breath back enough to open my eyes, Rick and Mark sported identical smirks, their pride as clear as the hard-ons poking at their shorts.

“Well,” I said. “That was unexpected.”

We looked at each other and laughed.

“That was hot,” I said, fanning my face playfully. “We’re lucky no one saw.”

“Someone did,” Rick said with a nod over his right shoulder and I looked past him to see two young guys at the waters edge, staring at us with their mouth’s hanging open. “I was going to tell you they were watching, because we know what a tease you are, but you went off before I could.”

Heat flooded my face as I scrambled to put my sunglasses back on and pretend nothing unusual had happened. He was right. Part of me was mortified that some strangers had seen the two guys playing with me like that, but another part, the part of me that these two encouraged and embraced, loved it.

Rick leaned down and gave me a lingering kiss. “It’s been fun but I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you guys later.”

Mark and I waved him off then settled in on the lounger together. We didn’t talk, and it was completely comfortable.

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Okay, so you’ve read the excerpts, and I hope they’ve got you all hot and eager…now it’s time for me to tell you about the prizes you can win.

First, comment on this post. Tell me what you think is hot about summer, or the excerpts, or my stories….your choice, just comment. :)

Commenting here enters you for a chance to win A free download of ONE WEEKEND . Now, if you already have it, don’t worry. If you already have it, and have posted a review of it at an online bookseller (so I can verify) then you can win an advance copy of ONE WEEK. How’s that sound?

Wait!! that’s not everything. *g*

This post is part of the Hot Summer Nights Blog Hop organized by the fabulous Skye Warren, so be sure to visit all the stops for more naught books and prizes! Find the list of stops HERE

Every comment made on ANY of the Hot Summer Nights blog posts will get you entered to win one of the grand prizes…either the “Digital Erotica Gift Basket with over 40 books (Including a download of HIGHLAND HEAT from me) ”

or the “$100 Gift Card to EdenFantasys, fun sex toy shop“.

Now, aren’t those some awesome prizes? Go forth, visit all the stops for more naughty books and prizes!

 

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Self-publishing

I have some self-published stories available. They’re short novellas that are connected to my Hunter stories from Aphrodisia. They’re not selling well, and I’m pretty disappointed about it. Of course I want to make some money, because I’d like to keep writing, but also because  I really love the stories. Still Sexy was super fun to write because not only are Gina and Caleb super hot, but because they’re the couple that started off the whole Hunter Protectionseries in SEXY DEVIL. HIGHLAND HEAT came about after readers met Dougal in that story and wanted to know more about him.

When they weren’t selling well I asked some friends, who are doing very well with self publishing, what I could do to boost those sales. One thing they said was I needed to repackage them. Even though the stories were connected, there was nothing visually to connect them to each other, not the cover, not the titles, nothing except a mention in the blurb.  Good point, right? Especially when readers seem to love connected stories.

Here are the orignal covers, so you can see what I’ve done.
   

Now, as much as I love both covers, what my friends was very true. They don’t look like connected stories, and they’re a bit dark. Plus, I was informed that the title ROCK MY WORLD made some readers think the story might be about a rock star of some sort. Which it really doesn’t. To me it was Rock My World as in, “Wow, that dude rocked my world!” But, again, it made sense.

So, new cover and new title for that story..one that would really help connect it to SEXY DEVIL since that’s the book where the H/h first met.  STILL SEXY seemed perfect. With Highland Heat I redid the cover, keeping the original image, but lightening it up, and taking away the Alluring Tales connection and adding the small note  a Hunter Protection Group story on both covers, giving them more f a visual connection.

So, the new covers…

   

What do you think? You like?

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Positivity.

Y’know I had this long post-okay, it was a rant- written about how I was sick of being surrounded by negative people who did nothing but complain, but I deleted it. Instead I thought I’d just share this image with y’all, and hope it inspires many.

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Sliding Closer To The Edge

Writing is a lot like life. Your beliefs, your interests and your knowledge grow as time passes. If a story is to be true to life your characters need to grow through the plot you write around them. When I embarked on my erotic romantic comedy series, Reigning Men, I figured it would be two books long at best. However the series just keeps growing. I began with a girl, Meg, who had only had sex a couple of times and neither experience left her gagging for another one. Caught between her apparently frigid mother and her nymphomaniac great aunt Maud, Meg struggles to work out just where her own sexual desires lie.

Volume One, explores Meg’s growing awareness of her own sexual desires with the help of sexy flat mate and fuck buddy Sam Stephens. When he first suggests the arrangement she is hesitant but steamy sex soon turns to something more. They push each other to discover new ways to enjoy their bodies. She has a God given talent to suck cock without gagging no matter how far down her throat Sam’s dick slides. And he has a wicked streak that sees him convincing her to screwing like dog’s in heat against her mother’s kitchen cupboards while her family and friends party a few feet away at her dad’s birthday barbeque. While her love life is finally positively orgasmic the rest of her life is falling in a hole, the culmination being her arrest for hiring out male prostitutes. Bad enough her best friend conned her into helping out with her male escort business, without the added complication of the arrested customer being her great aunt Maud and the prostitute her sister’s ex, Irish stripper Michael Monaghan.

Volume Two, Male Review is due out on 28 May. The book continues with Meg and Sam being forced to share living accommodation with great aunt Maud. Now that they have a house guest their sex life requires even more imagination. How can they sneak around without getting caught? Meg’s mother and father fall out over her arrest and debauch behavior and her mother moves in with them. Now her house has been invaded by the crazies Meg can’t blame Sam when he moves out. He can only take so much. Forced to find alternative sexual venues on a low budget they sneak into Male Review, the BDSM themed strip club owned by great aunt Maud and Meg’s friend Laura. Tempted by the St Andrews cross Sam is ready to push Meg’s sexual adventure to another level.

Volume Three, tentatively titled Hot Male is languishing almost finished on my laptop. The sexual adventure and Meg’s growth has to continue for the story to work. Sam and Meg have already tried sex in public places, where they have the added excitement of potentially being caught and the whole world of BDSM has opened up to them. Finally, confident in her sexuality, there is still one place Meg wants to visit, a threesome with the irritatingly sexy Michael Monaghan, is it a place Sam wants to visit? Am I running out of ideas a sliding closer to the edge or how far these two are prepared to go? I guess time will tell.

Male Review, Reigning Men Volume Two

Blurb

A nymphomaniac octogenarian great aunt, a frigid mother, and a BDSM male strip club, what could possibly go wrong?

Sam Stephens and Meg Riley are in love, and finally on the cusp of sex anytime, anywhere, anyhow. That is until Meg’s Great Aunt Maud, the octogenarian nymphomaniac, gets tossed out of the old folk’s home and moves in with them, closely followed by her polar opposite, Meg’s scarily frigid mother.

Meg’s best friend Laura convinces Aunt Maud to invest in Male Review, a BDSM-themed male strip joint.  For Meg, it’s just one more step along the path to disaster, made even worse when former prostitute Michael is hired as the bar manager.  After all, Laura’s last venture ended with Meg being arrested as a pimp. And Michael’s to blame for the crazies invading Meg’s home, and even worse, he still has the hots for her.

If she wants to get her life back, all Meg needs to do is find a new home for Maud, resolve the dispute between her warring parents, keep Michael at arm’s length, and rescue her relationship with Sam before it disintegrates completely. Male Review appears to be just one more problem to deal with, but perhaps it could provide an unexpected solution.

Excerpt

Sam thought about detouring into his bedroom, but instead he kept going until he got to the bathroom. Meg would be more relaxed with a locked door between them and her aunt. Nothing was going to stop him now, not even Maud. A man could only live with the woman he loved and hold her at arm’s length for so long. Not that he wanted to make out in front of the old lady. She didn’t need anything else to rev her engine, but something had to give, and right now his balls were aching with a fierce desire like never before.

He swung the door open, stepped inside, and dragged Meg in with his free hand before she had a chance for second thoughts. Although, from the way her pupils dilated, her soft pink lips slightly parted and nipples pressed hard against her nightwear, he doubted she had a coherent thought in her head. He wasn’t far behind her. If he didn’t re-consummate his love for her soon, he was going to explode.

He pushed the door shut and turned the lock before pinning her against it. Her breasts squashed against his bare chest, the warm fabric of her night dress the only barrier between them. When she brushed her lips over his the pulse in his groin quickened. He needed to take a moment or he would shoot his wad before she was even close to orgasm, and their relationship didn’t work that way. They had rules. No release for him without at least one for her. The thought of her pussy pulsating around him didn’t help any. With a soft moan, he pushed away, making some space between them. She was too short for sex in the shower to work without added elevation, but he had the problem in hand.

He passed her the ice cream and spoon, and then opened the cupboard door. He turned around with a huge grin on his face and her best pair of fuck-me sandals swinging from his index finger.

“You little bugger. I’ve been looking all over for those.”

“I figured I might as well keep them handy. Never know when you could have a shower emergency and need them.”

“What, like a having to call a plumber kind of emergency?”

Sam stepped closer, pinning her to the door with his body. A tide of lust swept through him and settled as a hardening pulse in his erect manhood. “I can be your plumber, painter, or anything else you need. I’m always available to be your tool man.”

Meg dipped the spoon into the ice cream, and then dribbled the cool confection over Sam’s pecs. Leaning forward, she lapped at his skin. Her perfect mouth did things to him no other woman ever had. Gasping for air, he purred beneath her hot tongue—if he had been a rocket, she would have just lit his fuse with that move.

Sam dipped his finger into the dessert and slipped it between her lips before replacing his finger with his tongue. They played tongue tag as the deliciously cool treat melted in their mouths. With a loud moan, Meg dropped the tub to the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck. The spoon landed on the gleaming white ceramic tiles with an ear shattering clatter and they both froze.

Meg pulled back and swallowed before whispering, “Do you think she heard us?”

He listened for a moment, and then shook his head. “Nope, thankfully she’s as deaf as a post. So, let’s make the most of our time alone.”

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Meg fought the urge to cover herself when he glided her already open robe and her nightdress off her shoulders and down her arms. Even though she had been dieting for a couple of weeks and Sam said he loved all her girly curves, she was still a tiny bit self-conscious about being nude in front of him. Apparently oblivious to her concerns, he eased her night attire to the floor, along with her sensible cotton panties.

He cupped her breasts and smothered them with kisses. All thoughts about who was nude with whom and how they looked evaded her. She stifled a moan when he moved to trail kisses over her stomach and ever closer to her aching center. How the hell had they kept their hands off each other for a month?

“Sam?”

His voice sounded muffled as he kissed her heated mound. “Uh huh?”

“Have you been … been … been … oh … God … your tongue … I … have you been jacking off?”

A deep chuckle sent a wave of warm breath between her now parted thighs. “Nope, I’ve been saving myself for you.”

She buried her fingers in his hair and sucked air between her teeth when he finally teased her pulsing clit with the very tip of his tongue. If he did that many more times, she would teeter into the oblivion of orgasm before the wild stallion trotted out of his stall.

After one last flick of his tongue, he turned his attention to her feet. He slipped her sandals on, and then stood up. When he hooked his thumbs in the sides of his boxers, she grabbed at him.

“Stop. Mine.”

He grinned, put his hands behind his head rippling his pecs, and watched through hooded lids as she eased his rigid cock free, slipping his underwear to the floor.

At eye level with her heart’s desire, she couldn’t resist some teasing of her own. She wrapped her fingers around his steely shaft and softly licked at the sensitive skin just below the swollen head. His blood pulsed beneath her touch and she would swear to God his dick grew another inch.

With a growl, he pulled her to her feet and reached in to turn the shower taps on. Apparently happy the water was warm enough, he walked her backward into the shower cubicle and slid the glass door shut. His mouth stifled her squeal of complaint when her back hit the cool tile wall. Clearly, washing wasn’t on the agenda. Not that she was complaining. Being clean was overrated.

Sam’s kiss was bruising. All the pent up frustration of a month with no sex was in his kiss. She returned the rabid embrace with matching ferocity. If he didn’t get his cock inside her in the next twenty seconds, she would scream, Aunt Maud or no Aunt Maud. Desperate to consummate their illicit tryst, they fumbled madly like a couple of virgins. With a growl of protest, Sam dragged her left leg over his hip. With no more than a cursory slide of his fingers the length of her hot, wet slit, he positioned himself for entry.

Meg gasped for air, already on the brink of release, when a light bulb went on in her head. “Condom!”

Sam closed his eyes and fought for breath, his chest rising and falling as he leaned against her full breasts.

“They’re in my room. Have you got one?”

Meg groaned and shook her head. How could they have finally found a few minutes alone in a locked room and have no condoms? She stared into Sam’s eyes, dark with passion, and she reached between them and grasped his steely rod. “I don’t care. I’ve waited four weeks for this.”

Sam swallowed. “I’ll pull out before I come and you can finish me with your hand.”

This was madness. She knew enough about Sam’s sexual history to know she only risked one thing. Even without him coming inside her she could get knocked up, but right now she didn’t care. Meg nodded her agreement, and then her eyelids fluttered as he slid his cock home. They rocked together. He mapped her neck and face with his tongue and lips and she grabbed his butt, holding him tight to her as he lengthened his stroke and slipped ever deeper. Her pussy rippled with pent up need, welcoming the wild invader home. When he palmed the back of her thigh and slid his hand closer to her swollen, needy bud, she moaned into his mouth. One flick of his calloused fingertip sent her into spasms of near ecstasy and elicited a grunt of approval from her wet and wild lover. One more touch and she would orgasm. She knew Sam would never hold back, and she realized she didn’t want him to.

“Sam, I love you.”

“I love you too.” He kissed her fiercely, and she knew today could well be the day she made her mother’s life by conceiving her first grandchild.

“Meg? Meg?” Fists pounded on the door. “Meg, are you in there? I need to use the toilet. I think I’ve had a wet dream. Mr. Drabinski says he has them all the time. That’s why his trousers are always damp.”

Meg groaned with frustration. Not now, not when they were just about to … God, Sam was shrinking fast. His cock flopped out of her and she dropped to her knees with a moan of, “No, no,” intent on giving his manhood mouth to mouth.

Sam let out a growl and slammed his hand into the shower wall. “Give it up, Meg. She’s hell bent on ruining our lives.”

“Meg, who are you talking to?”

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About Lillian Grant

Born and bred in the UK, my whole life was turned on its head when, at the tender age of eighteen, I met and fell instantly in love with my darling husband. I knew the minute I met him I was going to marry him and, fortunately, he came to the same conclusion less than six months later.

My husband has shown me the world, starting by bringing me to Australia. The country we now call home, and where we have raised our two boys. It didn’t take me long to turn native, becoming a citizen and dropping the British accent. However, our wanderlust didn’t stop there. We have moved from state to state, always ready for a new adventure. We have also visited many destinations around the world.

My stories reflect my love for travel and exotic locations, along with my quirky British sense of humor. Well, you can’t give up all of your heritage now can you?

My romantic suspense novel, Speak to Me of Abduction is due to be published by Siren-BookStrand on 15 June.

Visit Lilian at LillianGrant.com

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Reading

I should be writing. I know this,but I’m not. Today, I’m reading. Even though I have multiple projects-writing and otherwise- that I should be working on, I’m reading. Why? Because sometimes I just have to get out of my own head.

I can do that by delving into my characters heads, but sometimes that doesn’t work. Sometimes my thoughts and issues turn into theirs, and that screws with character development. So I’m reading, escaping my world and my characters world by jumping into someone elses.

If you’re interested. I’m reading one of Pamela Clare’s I-Team novels. I LOVE THEM!

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Silly People.

Lately I’ve seen the same thing in a couple of shows that have frustrated me to no end.

A character who is being held against their will for whatever reason. (Serial killer, vampire needs a snack…whatever) anyway, here’s this person, with their hands tied together, in front of them. Rope wraps around their torso, holding them to the chair, but the rope wraps their arms to their elbows, so their hands can stay in front of them. Duct tape across their mouth. Then their left alone….

Now it shows them wiggling around, and squirming, and trying to move their chair towards some tool or a phone or something, yet they never use their hands to remove the duct tape, then their teeth to try and get the ropes off their wrists!!

It kills me. Seriously, if the ropes only reach your elbows and you can lift your hands from your lap, then why can’t you tear the duct tape from your mouth?

Maybe I’m to literal, but seeing this in shows just makes me think of the idiots who run upstairs to get away from the bad guy who’s trying to break through the front door, instead of hauling ass out the back door.

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Paolo’s Playhouse

I’m starting a new thing and hope to host guest bloggers every Friday. You can expect most of them to be steamy authors because, well, I am. LOL Today’s post is brought to you from the lovely Natasha Moore, author of the Paolo’s Playhouse series from Samhain…and c’mon, don’t you just wish tere was playhouse near you?

She’s my first guest blogger so please leave a comment and make her feel welcome.

Paolo’s Playhouse. A new playground for consenting adults. Playrooms for every interest or desire. Bring your own plaything or we can provide one for you. We’ll help your fantasies come to life. Inquiries, phone…

The idea for my Paolo’s Playhouse series came a couple years ago when I was brainstorming ideas for a series. I’d never written a series before and I wanted something sexy, erotic, and emotional as well. I wanted the Playhouse with its many playrooms, to be different from the other sex clubs I’d read about. I didn’t want a big, public dungeon (although those are great!) I wanted a club with small, intimate rooms where people could live out fantasies that maybe they’d never considered doing for real. People who maybe wouldn’t normally go to a dungeon in the first place.

I had fun setting up different fantasies for each story and I purposely kept the stories short and focused. I wanted to concentrate on one couple for each story – a couple at a crossroads in their relationship, and show how letting go and living out a sexual fantasy together could make all the difference.

The first story in the series, Flaunt It, features exhibitionism in a playroom with a big two-way mirror. The second story, Risk It, features the couple on the other side of the two-way mirror, so voyeurism is the fantasy for that story. Birthday Girl is a sexy ménage story and the last story, Plaything, which released last week, is a BDSM story. Each story is as emotional as it is erotic and I’m really thrilled with readers’ responses.

Julianne’s the epitome of a successful businesswoman. But where her boardroom reality is full of decisions, her bedroom fantasy is the exact opposite—allowing a lover who knows what he’s doing to strip her of the need to make any decisions at all.

When she reads an ad for Paolo’s Playhouse, her long-ignored need twists inside her, too sharp to ignore. Trembling, she picks up the phone, and Paolo’s charm, lyrical accent and empathy soothe her fear just enough to agree to be the Playhouse’s bondage toy. One look at Paolo the following night, and she wishes she’d struck a different bargain. To be his alone.

Paolo can’t take his eyes off the brave and beautiful woman with hair like the fire he sees in her soul. Her sexual need to be bound matches his own powerful need to be the one to bind her. Tonight and always.

Except Julianne agreed to only one perfect night. Now he must convince her it could be the first night of many for them—if only she will trust him.

I want to thank Sasha for having me as her guest today and I’m delighted to give away a free download of Flaunt It, the first story in the series, to one lucky commenter. And I’m also happy to share an excerpt for Plaything, a little tease if you will :)

Excerpt:

She heard his footsteps move away from her and then the door opened. And then it closed with a quiet click. She was left alone, tied to a chair in the middle of a playroom, offering her body for someone else’s enjoyment.

And hopefully her own.

This was what she’d wanted, wasn’t it? An anonymous, erotic encounter. A one-time experience with bondage. She was there to live out her deepest fantasy. It didn’t matter with whom.

At least it hadn’t before.

She pushed the image of deep blue eyes and dark wavy hair out of her mind and concentrated on the sensations of the moment. She was tied tight, yet it wasn’t uncomfortable, at least not yet. She felt vulnerable, helpless. And so aroused she could feel moisture trickling from her core.

The air felt different now, softer, almost like the drag of fingers over her skin. She could barely hear the soft music over the blood pulsing though her veins. Her nipples beaded with anticipation. Her heart skipped in her chest. Her pussy clenched.

And she waited. And waited.

She discovered she didn’t like to wait.

She was used to taking matters into her own hands, whether it was a decorating job or her own satisfaction. But to wait for the unknown. To anticipate the best. To agonize about the worst. She didn’t like it one bit.

There wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it, and perhaps that was the lesson she was supposed to learn. Let go. Don’t worry. Wait and see. Everything was out of her control anyway.

She was here to be someone’s plaything. Someone who would be coming to this room to play out his fantasy as well. She had to remember that.

As she sat there and waited, her heartbeat slowed to something close to normal. She relaxed into the chair and closed her eyes. Let go. Don’t worry. Wait and see. The words repeated in her head. She might have even dozed off in the darkness that surrounded her.

Then she heard the click of the door opening. The door closing. Footsteps nearing. Her poor heart kicked up into high gear again. She straightened as best she could, sitting tall and proud. She wanted to please whoever it was Paolo had entrusted her to tonight. She licked her lips and attempted a shaky smile.

He hadn’t said a word. Hadn’t moved since the footsteps stopped. He wore some exotic scent that tickled her nostrils. Who was he? What did he look like? Why didn’t he have his own bondage toy to play with? Was he someone like her, someone who hadn’t been able to find a willing partner?

He was so quiet. He had to have been looking her over. Checking her out. Perhaps he was trying to decide what the first thing was he was going to do to her. Oh God, what was he going to do to her?

Her breathing began to come faster, harder. Panic scrambled in her chest. Maybe she couldn’t do this after all.

“Shh.” He brushed his hand gently down her cheek, through her hair, across her shoulder. And then again. “Shhh.” The soft strokes calmed her and she felt foolish for panicking. Paolo had promised she would be safe with this man. And while she might not know this man enough to trust him yet, she trusted Paolo. She believed him.

I’ll hold the contest open until Monday, May 21st. What’s your favorite fantasy? Please leave your e-mail address along with your answer for a chance at a free download of Flaunt It.

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Habits

I’m in the process of trying to change my habits. The biggest one for me is my sleeping habits. After more than 20 years of working night shifts I’m having a very hard time keeping a regular somewhat ‘normal’ sleep schedule. I do okay for a week or so ( and by this I mean going to bed by 2AM and getting up at 10 AM) but then I slowly start to creep into staying up later. If I get going with writing, or reading something good, then it totally gets blown to hell and I stay up until 5, 6 or 7.

Why am I doing this? Because my Dr told me it would really help with my focus and with my fat loss efforts. Why am I talking about it today? Because I just woke up and I’m really trying to stay awake but my brain hasn’t quite made it awake yet, so I can;t think of anything else to really talk about. *blush*

Plus, if you’re hanging out on my blog I’m thinking you want to get to know me better, and it’s okay to simply babble. Am I wrong?

The other big thing on my mind lately is what to write. I’ve got so many stories started I’m driving myself crazy. Normally I don’t think too much when I start a story because I like to just get into it, but for whatever reason, that’s not working this time. I think I might just get drunk tonight and start writing. Sometimes that helps me get past my thinking too much problem. Hey, I know it sounds bad, but I’m not talking slobering drunk, just a few drinks , enough to you know, loosen up. It helps my characters loosen up too.;)

“Write drunk; edit sober.” ― Ernest Hemingway

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Education is needed.

I’ve been a reader for far longer than I’ve been a writer. I have my idols, authors who I’ve followed avidly, stalked bookstores for their books, and dreamt of someday meeting. One of them is Karen Robards. I have a postcard from her that is almost 20 years old because I wrote her a fan letter years and years ago. So imagine how I felt when I saw this on her facebook page.

“what I find most disturbing about FIFTY SHADES is that it will probably spawn dozens of imitators. The thought of going from a reading world all but taken over by vampires to one filled with Doms and Subs makes me what to hang up my e-reader.”

Ofcourse I could ignore it, and just decide to never buy her books again, but I had to reply. Speaking my peace has never been a problem for me. Let me stress here I do not agree with attacking someone for speaking their mind. It’s not personal. I firmly believe in people being able to voice their thoughts and opinions, to agree or not, but it should always be done respectfully, and never as a personal attack.

My reply:

As an author who’s been writing stories with BDSM elements for almost 10 years I don’t think that’s something you need to fear. Every genre goes through the cycle of popularity at some point or another. BDSM as a sub-genre has been around for decades, just like vampire stories had been around before Twilight became a hit. And even if it does spawn a bunch more BDSM stories, I wouldn’t worry about it, after all, there’s millions and millions of readers out there. As much as I wasn’t a fan of the 50 Shades stories personally, I’m thrilled to see that more and more readers are becoming open to the genre. Maybe now they won’t be scared off by the title of BDSM as a genre because some of the best fiction I’ve ever read is part of that genre.

Take a look at this recent post from a group blog that features some Top BDSM authors and the comments from readers who have been reading the genre for a long time. http://www.smutketeers.com/2012/05/09/bdsmapalooza/

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BDSMapalooza!

Maybe I shouldn’t have put a link in, but it wasn’t to promote, but to help educate that this genre has been around for a long time, and has many talented authors. It’s easy to understand why some, especially writers, find the 50 Shades books hard to read, because the writing isn’t the best around. There’s no way around it. However, perfect writing does not always mean a good story. God knows if it did, I’d probably not be able to make a living as a writer because it’s a standard joke with my family and friends that I couldn’t tell you what a verb or noun was even if you held a knife to my throat. But I know people, and I love delving into characters and telling stories, and that magic is what makes readers enjoy my books. (I think, anyway.)

Anyway, back to the point. I wanted to show that the genre has been around for along time, with talented writers and storytellers and a very large fan base.

I left the conversation after that because I thought, in all honesty, her comment wasn’t that bad. I don’t think it was worded the best way, but the worry that BDSM might dominate the market for a while could be scary for someone who doesn’t write it. I mean, I’m thrilled about it because selling BDSM to my editors hasn’t always been an easy thing to do.

Then I read this….

Karen Robards OMG, people, let’s leave race and gender preference out of it. Nothing to do with it. The problem with Fifty Shades is that it sets the women’s movement back a hundred years. It is NOT all right for women to be viewed as property, to be punished, or hit. The female character’s acceptance of this behavior is what bothers me so much. I feel that if the hero hadn’t been rich, she wouldn’t have been nearly so complaisant. Do you all not feel that his money had something to do with her tolerance?

My heart broke. Really. Not because she doesn’t like BDSM and dared to speak out about it. I think that’s totally cool. To each their own, and authors need to be able to speak freely about what matters to them just as much as anyone else does. What broke my heart is that in this day and age, there are still people who think BDSM is all about abuse.

There are aspects of 50 Shades that I didn’t like (The stalking sort of thing) but it didn’t bother me as much in 50 Shades as it does in the Twilight Saga because 50 Shades is a story for adults, and adults should recognize that it’s fiction, a fantasy, and that if someone is showing up at your work, and sending you presents after you’ve tried to leave them behind, it’s not okay. It’s not romantic, it’s stalking. The Twilight Saga is for teens and such, and that it romanticizes Edward’s behavior is not okay to me, because pre-teens and teens might not be able to see it for what it is.

Yet, there was no outcry about that. No, instead there’s an outcry for a story about two adults entering into a consensual situation with activities and limits laid out openly between them.

I have no problem with anyone voicing their own opinions. I do have a problem with people thinking BDSM is based on, or is all about abuse. But if people won’t read up on BDSM because of pre-concieve notions about it, how do you educate them? It’s as simple as that.

 

ETA: I wanted to add that I’m still a Karen Robards fan. To me this post isn’t so much about HER, as the misconception she’s shared. It’s also not about the 50 Shades books themselves. I also want to stress again that I do not like personal attacks when someone shares an opinion, but that I do think respectful, and thoughtful,  discussion is always a good thing.

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