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February 14, 2013
Marie Jermy ~ Undercover Desires
Undercover Desires
Today I have Marie Jermy as a guest. She's showcasing her latest book Undercover Desires. What more could you ask on Valentines Day!
Purchase Undercover Desires from Bookstrand HEREOpposites attract…
Who are you? What are you? are the questions Georgiana Lorenz, a writer for Rock Maniamagazine asked herself when “Ferret,” an alcoholic junkie and her informant of three months, started behaving strangely. Gone was the filthy, smelly, always-wanting-to-get-inside-her-pants scumbag, and in his place was… Well, okay, he was still filthy and smelly, but his lightning reflexes and the muscular body under the tatty clothing suggested he was a different man altogether.Indeed he is.FBI Special Agent Reed Sullivan has been assigned one dirty mission—to take the place of the recently departed Ferret in order to bring Ahmed Aziz Armin, a suspected gun smuggler and supporter of terrorism, to justice. Falling in love plays no part in his plans of putting Armin behind bars. One meeting with Georgiana Lorenz, however, has Reed losing his heart to the purple-haired, pierced, and tattooed nightmare, and his cover and his plans are blown higher than an acid trip.A Siren Erotic Romance
ADULT EXCERPT
With the click of the closing door behind Harrison, Georgiana surfaced from the bedroom. She was still naked, and Reed felt his cock stirring with unbound interest.He raked his gaze over her. Whoever had coined the phrase good things come in small packages must have had Georgiana in mind. Petite in height and slender in frame, she possessed a body so perfectly formed that Aphrodite herself would weep into her scallop shell.He halted his quick ogle on the tops of her thighs and the honeyed treasure that lay between. Here, she was almost delicate, like a flower easily trampled under a heavy boot. Yet he knew better. He had intimate knowledge and experience of how resilient and accommodating she was. Her pussy and his cock were a match made in heaven.“Lloyd was at the warehouse?” she said without preamble. “Was he the one wearing the baseball cap?”Why lie? Georgiana had no doubt heard everything. He nodded. “Yes.”“I thought he looked familiar.” She ran a hand through her hair, taming the purple curls, making Reed’s fingers itch to ruffle them up again. “So what happens now?”Georgiana was almost certainly talking about the mission and how she could help. Reed wasn’t. He crooked a finger at her. She hitched a brow and sauntered over. His cock hardened and copied the enticing sway of her hips, rather like the adder dancing to the music of the snake charmer. She stood before him, hands on hips, one leg slightly in front of the other. He found the pose highly erotic. More so because he was fully clothed.An impish light gleamed in her eyes. “Undo your jeans. Show me your cock.”Reed did as requested, never taking his eyes from hers. Once unbuttoned and unzipped, he pushed the denim over his hips, his boxers, too, and his cock found freedom. His balls felt heavy and tight. He ached to fill her. Georgiana licked her lips and dropped to her knees. He groaned.“I didn’t get to finish blowing you.”Her sultry whispered words had him groaning again. He reached out a hand and wound a purple ringlet around his finger. “Your hair’s so soft. And so beautiful.”“If you wanna be Ferret, then talk like Ferret.”She was teasing him, but he knew she was right. He crooked his lips into a sneer. “Suck on my cock, doll. I want to shoot my load down your throat.”“Better.”“Better?” he echoed. Further questions for an explanation never made it past his lips for Georgiana then enclosed her mouth around his cock and sucked long and slow. She hummed a merry tune around his shaft, and something primal broke loose inside. His other hand joined the first, and he fisted her hair, drawing her head lower and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. The warm, tight cocoon of her throat was made tighter with every hard suck she bestowed him.Reed tried to refrain from moving, but the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through his veins was too much to take. He jerked his hips in a restless fashion, his groans of satisfaction coming louder and louder until, and with his spine bowed, he felt ribbons of hot cum spurting from his cock. She never faltered, milking his seed from his balls and sucking on his shaft to another full erection.With a soft smile on her face, she then released him from her mouth. He noted where her hands were—between her legs. She’d been masturbating herself. The honeyed scent of her juices reached his nose. His heart drumming that double beat, Reed hauled Georgiana up his body until she straddled him. Her slick fingers threaded his hair, and he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as far as his cock had been.She moaned and writhed her naked and beautiful breasts against the fabric of his T-shirt. He thumbed her nipples into stiffer points, enjoying the silky wetness of her pussy folds damping the tip of his cock. Angling his head, he took one sweet peak into his mouth, her taste rolling over his tongue as he laved her. She mewled when he switched to her other nipple, giving it the same salacious treatment.“Yeah…”That one word was a sultry whisper on her tongue. Heat and lust barreled through him. Pre-cum oozed as more blood soared into his cock, making it harder than he ever thought possible. Only Georgiana could do that to him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he bit down gently on her nipple, teasing the nub between his teeth. “I want you,” he murmured, moving his face to the side so he could nuzzle the soft valley of her breasts. He inhaled her scent and felt his heart do that double beat again. “I want you so much.”“Dirtier.”“I want your pussy.”“Dirtier.”He swallowed, not quiet believing what he was about to say to a woman. “I want to fuck your sweet cunt.”“Much better.”He fought back a laugh. Planting his hands on her hips, keeping her still, he jerked his pelvis upward and his cock slid straight in the slick and snug sheath of her pussy. She moaned an “oohing” sound that was a sexy as hell.And that was when it hit him.You can by Undercover Desires from Bookstrand HERE
Today I have Marie Jermy as a guest. She's showcasing her latest book Undercover Desires. What more could you ask on Valentines Day!
Purchase Undercover Desires from Bookstrand HEREOpposites attract…
Who are you? What are you? are the questions Georgiana Lorenz, a writer for Rock Maniamagazine asked herself when “Ferret,” an alcoholic junkie and her informant of three months, started behaving strangely. Gone was the filthy, smelly, always-wanting-to-get-inside-her-pants scumbag, and in his place was… Well, okay, he was still filthy and smelly, but his lightning reflexes and the muscular body under the tatty clothing suggested he was a different man altogether.Indeed he is.FBI Special Agent Reed Sullivan has been assigned one dirty mission—to take the place of the recently departed Ferret in order to bring Ahmed Aziz Armin, a suspected gun smuggler and supporter of terrorism, to justice. Falling in love plays no part in his plans of putting Armin behind bars. One meeting with Georgiana Lorenz, however, has Reed losing his heart to the purple-haired, pierced, and tattooed nightmare, and his cover and his plans are blown higher than an acid trip.A Siren Erotic Romance
ADULT EXCERPT
With the click of the closing door behind Harrison, Georgiana surfaced from the bedroom. She was still naked, and Reed felt his cock stirring with unbound interest.He raked his gaze over her. Whoever had coined the phrase good things come in small packages must have had Georgiana in mind. Petite in height and slender in frame, she possessed a body so perfectly formed that Aphrodite herself would weep into her scallop shell.He halted his quick ogle on the tops of her thighs and the honeyed treasure that lay between. Here, she was almost delicate, like a flower easily trampled under a heavy boot. Yet he knew better. He had intimate knowledge and experience of how resilient and accommodating she was. Her pussy and his cock were a match made in heaven.“Lloyd was at the warehouse?” she said without preamble. “Was he the one wearing the baseball cap?”Why lie? Georgiana had no doubt heard everything. He nodded. “Yes.”“I thought he looked familiar.” She ran a hand through her hair, taming the purple curls, making Reed’s fingers itch to ruffle them up again. “So what happens now?”Georgiana was almost certainly talking about the mission and how she could help. Reed wasn’t. He crooked a finger at her. She hitched a brow and sauntered over. His cock hardened and copied the enticing sway of her hips, rather like the adder dancing to the music of the snake charmer. She stood before him, hands on hips, one leg slightly in front of the other. He found the pose highly erotic. More so because he was fully clothed.An impish light gleamed in her eyes. “Undo your jeans. Show me your cock.”Reed did as requested, never taking his eyes from hers. Once unbuttoned and unzipped, he pushed the denim over his hips, his boxers, too, and his cock found freedom. His balls felt heavy and tight. He ached to fill her. Georgiana licked her lips and dropped to her knees. He groaned.“I didn’t get to finish blowing you.”Her sultry whispered words had him groaning again. He reached out a hand and wound a purple ringlet around his finger. “Your hair’s so soft. And so beautiful.”“If you wanna be Ferret, then talk like Ferret.”She was teasing him, but he knew she was right. He crooked his lips into a sneer. “Suck on my cock, doll. I want to shoot my load down your throat.”“Better.”“Better?” he echoed. Further questions for an explanation never made it past his lips for Georgiana then enclosed her mouth around his cock and sucked long and slow. She hummed a merry tune around his shaft, and something primal broke loose inside. His other hand joined the first, and he fisted her hair, drawing her head lower and pushing his cock deeper into her mouth. The warm, tight cocoon of her throat was made tighter with every hard suck she bestowed him.Reed tried to refrain from moving, but the intensity of the pleasure pulsing through his veins was too much to take. He jerked his hips in a restless fashion, his groans of satisfaction coming louder and louder until, and with his spine bowed, he felt ribbons of hot cum spurting from his cock. She never faltered, milking his seed from his balls and sucking on his shaft to another full erection.With a soft smile on her face, she then released him from her mouth. He noted where her hands were—between her legs. She’d been masturbating herself. The honeyed scent of her juices reached his nose. His heart drumming that double beat, Reed hauled Georgiana up his body until she straddled him. Her slick fingers threaded his hair, and he kissed her, driving his tongue into her mouth as far as his cock had been.She moaned and writhed her naked and beautiful breasts against the fabric of his T-shirt. He thumbed her nipples into stiffer points, enjoying the silky wetness of her pussy folds damping the tip of his cock. Angling his head, he took one sweet peak into his mouth, her taste rolling over his tongue as he laved her. She mewled when he switched to her other nipple, giving it the same salacious treatment.“Yeah…”That one word was a sultry whisper on her tongue. Heat and lust barreled through him. Pre-cum oozed as more blood soared into his cock, making it harder than he ever thought possible. Only Georgiana could do that to him. Her fingers dug into his shoulders when he bit down gently on her nipple, teasing the nub between his teeth. “I want you,” he murmured, moving his face to the side so he could nuzzle the soft valley of her breasts. He inhaled her scent and felt his heart do that double beat again. “I want you so much.”“Dirtier.”“I want your pussy.”“Dirtier.”He swallowed, not quiet believing what he was about to say to a woman. “I want to fuck your sweet cunt.”“Much better.”He fought back a laugh. Planting his hands on her hips, keeping her still, he jerked his pelvis upward and his cock slid straight in the slick and snug sheath of her pussy. She moaned an “oohing” sound that was a sexy as hell.And that was when it hit him.You can by Undercover Desires from Bookstrand HERE
February 13, 2013
Guest Blogger: Lynda Bailey ~ Erotic Romance Author
Today my guest blogger is Lynda Bailey ! Welcome Lynda , you've been very busy lately with several books already published, and more to follow. Please tell us about your latest book ~ On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA.
Thanks so much to Jan for letting me hang out here today!
Q. Where did you get the idea for, On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA?
KIRA is the second novella in my anthology, Heartache and Hopeful. And to be completely honest, I don’t remember how or why the idea sprouted. Heartache and Hopeful has been knocking around in my head for a number of years and I indie-pubbed the first story, MIC, last fall on Amazon. KIRA’s story morphed from a serious, miniature romantic suspense into a more fun, erotic romp.Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in, On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA.
Kira is a spitfire heroine who knows what she wants and how she wants it. As the only child of a multi-mega millionaire, she turns away from her socialite life in Omaha, her overprotective father and her sizeable inheritance for the simple life in a rural Tatum, NE. She also believes she’s turning away from the sordid urges that have plagued her for years.
Hunter is a boxer forced into retirement by trumped up doping charges. He’ll do whatever it takes to clear his name and get back into the ring—even if it means “convincing” a wealthy mogul’s daughter she should move back home to Omaha.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
My next project is Battle-Tested Love, the sequel to Battle-Born Love. It’s Darcy’s story and I hope to have it available later in the year.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
You can find all my titles on Amazon.com. You can also check out my website www.lyndabailey.net
Q. How may readers contact you?
Readers can always drop me an email at Lynda@lyndabailey.net.
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
Red wine, dark chocolate and my husband. (All three together, please! :-) )
Q. Do you ever experience writer's block?
Yes! Especially when I haven’t done enough digging into my characters goals and motivations. I can’t count the number of times I’m happily writing away only to have one of my characters put the brakes on everything. It reminds me of the runners’ term, hitting the wall. Because it feels like you’ve run smack into a brick wall, headache and all.
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
I don’t outline, per se, but I usually have to have the plot at least kinda cemented in my head. I like to leave some latitude for changes, just not major plot switches.
Q. Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
Lorraine Heath is my all-time favorite author. Her ability to bring her characters to life is truly amazing.
Q. What does your family think of your writing?
I know it’s cliché, but my husband is my biggest fan. But then he’s supposed to be, right? He’s supposed to say my butt is never too big in anything I wear and that I write fabulous stories. Ha! Seriously, if it weren’t for his steadfast support, I never would have been brave enough to even attempt a writing career.
The official release day for On the Corner of Heartache and Hopeful—KIRA is tomorrow, but your readers can snag a copy a day early. Also starting tomorrow, the first novella in this series, MIC, will be FREE through Amazon Select.Thanks again, Jan, for hosting me today!
You're welcome, Lynda , it's been a real pleasure. I love your choice for three favourite things. Chocolate, Red wine, and hubby--who can resist. I certainly wish you every success with KIRA!
EXCERPT—For Mature Readers Only!
Available from Amazon HERE
Kira turned in a circle of Hunter’s arms to face him. “Nothing goes on top. It’s what goes underneath that counts.”
His forehead creased. “Underneath?”
“Yup.” She nose-bumped his then gently meshed her lips to his. She pulled back a bit. “You.”
Suppressing a giggle at his truly befuddled expression, she walked him back the few steps until he butted against the frozen case holding the tubs of ice cream. She opened the display door with a quiet snick, grabbed a clean scoop and peeled a thin serving of vanilla dotted with cherry bits onto the utensil. She cradled the scoop in one hand to encourage the ice cream to melt faster.
“This might be a little cold,” she warned, dribbling a thin stream of thawed mixture onto his shoulder followed by a plop of the semi-congealed matter.
His muscles shudder, but otherwise he remained stock still with no outward reaction. Except for his eyes. Hunter’s electric eyes burned hot into hers. She leaned in and licked the sweet treat from his skin.
Mm-mm. Salty and sweet. The perfect combination.
She trickled the rest of the liquefied ice cream down his chest, making sure his nipple was covered, then dragged her tongue along the trail. At his nipple, she pursed her lips about the beaded tip and sucked it into her mouth.
Hunter inhaled a sharp breath. Kira whipped her tongue over his responsive nub, loving the sound of his groans. Without warning, he swapped their positions and hoisted her butt on the six-inch counter ledge, her back plastered against the cool, convex glass. The narrow shelf supported most of her weight, but she had to bow her back into the rounded surface to remain on the perch which gaped open her robe and popped her tits into the air.
Hunter placed his beefy hand in the center of her chest, careful not to touch her breasts, and plucked the dipper from her grasp. “Don’t move.”
Like she planned to, even if she could? Not even.
Buy from Amazon HERE
February 5, 2013
Guest Blogger: Mamie Center ~ Erotic Romance Author
Today I have special guest and erotic author,
Mamie Center
.
Mamie
writes for Simon and Schuster, and recently debuted with Hollywood Hook, an erotic tale focusing on the inner workings of Hollywood. Read on to find out more about this highly sensual story...
Q. Where did you get the idea for Hollywood Hook?
R. I’ve lived most of it. Seriously. The more scandalous parts at least. When I moved to Hollywood, I was a lot like Jessica. I was the “best of the best” from my Podunk hometown and I moved to Los Angeles expecting to immediately “make it” like the thousands of other clueless young, beautiful, talented women. And Jacob is an amalgamation of several heavyweight producers whom I had to “accommodate” on my rise to the top.
Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in, Hollywood Hook.
R. Jessica is a naive actress who wants to make it big in Hollywood. She is talented and ambitious; however, soon realizes it is all who you know. Thomas Mansell is a big star who has been working since he was a child and is simply burnt out. The pair has incredible chemistry and have no idea they are just pawns in a power hungry producer’s game.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
R. I’m working on the sequel to Hollywood Hook...Hollywood Vengeance.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
R. My publisher is Simon and Schuster. Here is a link to my author page: http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Mamie-Center/407531431
Q. How may readers contact you?
R. They can find me on twitter @MissMCenter and pinterest
https://twitter.com/MissMCenter
http://pinterest.com/mamiecenter/
Q. Do you prefer stand-alone books or series? (As a reader or a writer)
R. Books are like lovers, some are good for one night stands and others are lovely to revisit.
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
R. Passionate sex, vacation sex, kinky sex
Q. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
R. I find myself saying, “no” a lot and I am not someone who likes to say no. However, when I am working I have learned to be selfish. For example, when I wrote Hollywood Hook, I curtailed my social life exponentially. Other than a few dinners with friends and the odd charity event, I locked myself away and wrote.
Q. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? (Some write with a glass of wine, or others listen to music, what do you do?)
R. I work much better after sex. I am a big believer in the sacral chakra and feel that it has to be property attended to in order to do one’s best work. Creativity and sex have long been linked and I subscribe to the philosophy of “healthy mind = healthy body.”
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
R. It’s all about discipline. If you have the discipline to sit at your computer every day and embrace rather than fear the empty screen, there is hope for you.
Hollywood Hook
The Excerpt
“Six!”
Jake toasted the monitor with a glass of champagne. “I’m impressed.”
Jessica’s naked, writhing body was displayed in full Technicolor HD with surround sound on a series of monitors that adorned the wall of Jake’s inner sanctum. A state-of-the-art security/voyeur system with several flat-screen monitors gave Jake access to each one of his private cabins.
“Keep going and you will soon hold the house record, my dear.” Jake smiled as he watched the monitor, which was connected to a hidden camera in the ceiling fan directly above Jessica’s bed. “C’mon, little Jessie, give us a seventh . . .”
On the screen, Jessica rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, staring directly at the invisible camera. Her left hand moved slowly now between her legs, disappearing into her flesh, while her right gently massaged her breast. She shuddered, back arching, belly and groin thrusting upwards.
“Seven.” Jake applauded and turned his attention from the bay of monitors to look at Magali, who was standing behind his left shoulder, staring intently at the screen. “She’s even better than I had hoped: young, passionate, and determined to get what she wants. Imagine the potential.”
“She is special, Jacob. We cannot toy with her,” Magali whispered demurely. “We shouldn’t.”
“No one is that special. We’re all just an illusion. And Jessica will have her fifteen minutes of fame . . . but she’s going to work for me in order to get it.” Jacob’s voice was harsh and businesslike. “She won’t need to train as long as the others. She’ll be ready soon, I can feel it. And my instincts are never wrong.” His left hand reached out, pushed under Magali’s open robe and cupped her buttocks. He squeezed gently, almost tenderly. “I wasn’t wrong with you, was I?”
Magali moved almost imperceptibly, shifting away from his kneading fingers.
Jake pushed a button, causing the monitor to zoom in on Jessica’s breathless, albeit still frustrated face. Her eyes, pupils huge and dilated with lust, filled the screen. “Oh, yes. I am guessing that our little Jessie will do whatever it takes to get to the top. She simply needs some nurturing.”
Jake reached into the drawer of his large oak desk and pulled out a wad of cash. He peeled off ten hundred dollar bills, then stood and pushed them into Magali ‘s limp fingers. He then kissed her gently on each cheek. “No personal attachments. You know the rules. Now, go. Vouz feriez mieux d’aller. Il est tard. Have fun, your work today is finished.”
A sobbing moan trembled through the speakers, and both Jake and Magali turned back to the monitor. “Eight,” Magali murmured in admiration.
Jake grinned. He brought his face close to the screen and stared into Jessica’s hooded eyes. “That’s right, little Jessie. Take care of your own needs for the moment. That’s a good girl. Soon we’ll take care of them for you.”
Thank you Mamie Center for sharing your deliciously erotic story with us. I will certainly be on the lookout for the sequel ~ Hollywood Vengeance, and I wish you continued success for the future.
Q. Where did you get the idea for Hollywood Hook?
R. I’ve lived most of it. Seriously. The more scandalous parts at least. When I moved to Hollywood, I was a lot like Jessica. I was the “best of the best” from my Podunk hometown and I moved to Los Angeles expecting to immediately “make it” like the thousands of other clueless young, beautiful, talented women. And Jacob is an amalgamation of several heavyweight producers whom I had to “accommodate” on my rise to the top. Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in, Hollywood Hook.
R. Jessica is a naive actress who wants to make it big in Hollywood. She is talented and ambitious; however, soon realizes it is all who you know. Thomas Mansell is a big star who has been working since he was a child and is simply burnt out. The pair has incredible chemistry and have no idea they are just pawns in a power hungry producer’s game.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
R. I’m working on the sequel to Hollywood Hook...Hollywood Vengeance.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
R. My publisher is Simon and Schuster. Here is a link to my author page: http://authors.simonandschuster.com/Mamie-Center/407531431
Q. How may readers contact you?
R. They can find me on twitter @MissMCenter and pinterest
https://twitter.com/MissMCenter
http://pinterest.com/mamiecenter/
Q. Do you prefer stand-alone books or series? (As a reader or a writer)
R. Books are like lovers, some are good for one night stands and others are lovely to revisit.
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
R. Passionate sex, vacation sex, kinky sex
Q. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
R. I find myself saying, “no” a lot and I am not someone who likes to say no. However, when I am working I have learned to be selfish. For example, when I wrote Hollywood Hook, I curtailed my social life exponentially. Other than a few dinners with friends and the odd charity event, I locked myself away and wrote.
Q. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? (Some write with a glass of wine, or others listen to music, what do you do?)
R. I work much better after sex. I am a big believer in the sacral chakra and feel that it has to be property attended to in order to do one’s best work. Creativity and sex have long been linked and I subscribe to the philosophy of “healthy mind = healthy body.”
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
R. It’s all about discipline. If you have the discipline to sit at your computer every day and embrace rather than fear the empty screen, there is hope for you.
Hollywood Hook
The blurb:
An erotic debut novel featuring a young actress who makes a deal with a hotshot Hollywood producer: in exchange for stardom, she’ll do whatever he tells her—including fulfilling his darkest desires.
When promising young actress Jessica Barry moves to Hollywood in search of stardom, she gets more than she bargained for. Jacob, a Hollywood producer who knows everyone, assures Jessica that he will help her rise to the top of the business, as long as she does “exactly what he tells her.” She soon discovers this involves following every one of his sexually sadistic rules—including obeying his second in command, Magali, a gorgeous Frenchwoman who toys with Jessica, sexually teasing and tormenting her.
In exchange for stardom, Jessica must seduce Hollywood superstar Thomas Mansell. Using the newfound powers taught to her by Magali, Jessica wins Thomas’s heart. But when Jessica actually falls in love with Thomas, Jacob cruelly reminds her that he owns her—body and mind.
Erotic and sensual, this is the side of Hollywood that no one dares to talk about.
The Excerpt
“Six!”
Jake toasted the monitor with a glass of champagne. “I’m impressed.”
Jessica’s naked, writhing body was displayed in full Technicolor HD with surround sound on a series of monitors that adorned the wall of Jake’s inner sanctum. A state-of-the-art security/voyeur system with several flat-screen monitors gave Jake access to each one of his private cabins.
“Keep going and you will soon hold the house record, my dear.” Jake smiled as he watched the monitor, which was connected to a hidden camera in the ceiling fan directly above Jessica’s bed. “C’mon, little Jessie, give us a seventh . . .”
On the screen, Jessica rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling, staring directly at the invisible camera. Her left hand moved slowly now between her legs, disappearing into her flesh, while her right gently massaged her breast. She shuddered, back arching, belly and groin thrusting upwards.
“Seven.” Jake applauded and turned his attention from the bay of monitors to look at Magali, who was standing behind his left shoulder, staring intently at the screen. “She’s even better than I had hoped: young, passionate, and determined to get what she wants. Imagine the potential.”
“She is special, Jacob. We cannot toy with her,” Magali whispered demurely. “We shouldn’t.”
“No one is that special. We’re all just an illusion. And Jessica will have her fifteen minutes of fame . . . but she’s going to work for me in order to get it.” Jacob’s voice was harsh and businesslike. “She won’t need to train as long as the others. She’ll be ready soon, I can feel it. And my instincts are never wrong.” His left hand reached out, pushed under Magali’s open robe and cupped her buttocks. He squeezed gently, almost tenderly. “I wasn’t wrong with you, was I?”
Magali moved almost imperceptibly, shifting away from his kneading fingers.
Jake pushed a button, causing the monitor to zoom in on Jessica’s breathless, albeit still frustrated face. Her eyes, pupils huge and dilated with lust, filled the screen. “Oh, yes. I am guessing that our little Jessie will do whatever it takes to get to the top. She simply needs some nurturing.”
Jake reached into the drawer of his large oak desk and pulled out a wad of cash. He peeled off ten hundred dollar bills, then stood and pushed them into Magali ‘s limp fingers. He then kissed her gently on each cheek. “No personal attachments. You know the rules. Now, go. Vouz feriez mieux d’aller. Il est tard. Have fun, your work today is finished.”
A sobbing moan trembled through the speakers, and both Jake and Magali turned back to the monitor. “Eight,” Magali murmured in admiration.
Jake grinned. He brought his face close to the screen and stared into Jessica’s hooded eyes. “That’s right, little Jessie. Take care of your own needs for the moment. That’s a good girl. Soon we’ll take care of them for you.”
Thank you Mamie Center for sharing your deliciously erotic story with us. I will certainly be on the lookout for the sequel ~ Hollywood Vengeance, and I wish you continued success for the future.
January 30, 2013
Guest Blogger: Erin O'Quinn ~ Erotic Romance Writer
Jan: Today I welcome back Erin O’Quinn, a writer of M/M, both historic and contemporary. I’m going to ask some questions about her newest book, called The Chase, and Erin has promised to answer with some sexy passages from her book.
Hi, Erin. I see you have a new book in your “Noble Dimensions” series. Can you first tell us a little about the series?
Erin: Jan, I’m really jazzed to be back on your blog!
This series takes its name from a small town somewhere in Nevada that I call “Noble,” a name that’s a little ironic because Noble itself is run-down and nondescript. It’s actually no more than a half-way point for tourists traveling between Las Vegas and Reno. One of the characters notes that it lies between Big Daddy’s Pawn and the Fly By Night Motel.
And yet more than a century before, around the time of the Civil war, this was a proud silver boom town that
provided precious metal to the cause
of the North during the war.
Jan: I see on the cover that this is the second in a series. Is it a continuation of an earlier book?
Erin: Not Really, Jan. A couple of the characters—both the guys’ fathers, in fact—are taken from the first book, Noble, Nevada. It is a very small town, after all.
Can you tell that the series name, “Noble Dimensions,” is tongue-in-cheek? The men I write about are carrying six-guns around in their blue jeans, so to speak. Handsome and hung too.
Jan: I think I get the joke, Erin. Their, um, dimensions are important to the story?
Erin: Not really . . . But their size does make for some sizzling sex scenes, in both books.
Jan: Tell us the premise of this latest novel. What exactly is “the chase”? Or should I say who or what is being chased?”
Erin: Good question! My tag line for the book is
An outspoken gay and a quiet rancher are each pursuing a fantasy. Where will the chase lead them?
So the chase for each man is different. Let me back up by introducing my guys, and you’ll see.
Brew Lloyd ... is the son of the town’s only lawyer, Cranley Lloyd, a man who has rejected his son after discovering his homosexuality. From the time his father turned away, the reader sees that Brew is devastated by the rejection, but that he has put up a sarcastic veneer to protect his inner hurt.
Brew has allowed his father to “pay him off,” in a sense—to buy him a sports car, pay his rent, put him through college in Los Angeles —with the unspoken arrangement that Brew will stay at arm’s length.
Chase Grayson ... has a loving relationship with his own father, Roy. What has tormented his sleep for the last several years is a long-ago attraction to the high school kid Brew Lloyd, captain of the debate team, Best Thespian in the high school drama club. Chase himself was a standout in high school--a football hero chased by girls, all the while his imagination was chasing Brew, two years younger than he.
As the story begins—to cut to the chase, so to speak—Brew has shown up on the ranch where Roy and Chase keep cattle and where they maintain the minimal work on a depleted silver mine. The ranch itself is called “The Chase.” Brew is half-heartedly looking for a summer job on the ranch, sent by his father, while the lawyer himself has had to go to Chicago to visit his dying brother. Since high school graduation two years before, Chase has stayed to himself out on the ranch, fifteen miles from town, not really understanding his hidden attraction for a memory with dark eyes, the guy named Brew.
Two men meet after six years, remembering each other only through the haze of almost forgotten high school debates and autumn football games. Smartass Brew is openly gay. The shy rancher's son Chase is still trying to understand his own sexual needs.
The two spend a few minutes guardedly speaking, each man seeming to be shyly drawn to the other.
The men leave to sink a cedar post, and Brew will get his first taste of actual manual labor. He’s already decided that he’d rather spend all day sweating on a side hill than leave the drop-dead-handsome Chase.
For his part, Chase is deeply excited but tries to deny his agitation. He has never really come to grips (so to speak) with his midnight masturbations with Brew’s dark good looks as the object of his fantasies. So now, suddenly alone with him, Chase is overcome with arousal and tries to hide it.
As Chase takes unneeded extra time to sink the post, he is becoming more and more aroused:
I’ll leave your readers with one last scene, a little while later, when Brew finds himself alone with Chase in the ranch bedroom, changing out of his nice clothes.
As their story continues, the reader will find more complexity, as a ruthless federal agent seeks to strip the ranch from Chase and his dad, and as Brew’s father at last must face his estranged son.
Bio:
In a sense, I’m going back to my roots in my “Noble Dimensions” novels. I was born and raised in a small Nevada town not so different from Noble. My father was a self-made gold and tungsten miner who made a subsistence living for Mom and us three girls.
I earned my writing chops years ago from the University of Southern California, with a BA (English) and an MA (Comp. Lit.). Nowadays, I live with my soulmate Bil, four rowdy cats and two Macs outside a small town in CentralTexas.
The Chase is available at the Amber Allure publishing website:
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/TheChase.html
This sigline will introduce you to my adult novels, both M/F and M/M:
Erin’s Blogs: Gaelic Spirit The Man in Romance
Erin’s Historical Romances: SirenBookstrand
Erin’s Contemporary MM Romances: Noble, Nevada on Amazon
The Chase on Amber Allure
about me: all works about me: MM novels Facebook Twitter Amazon Author Page
FB Erotica Writers & Readers group founder. You’re invited to apply.
Photo credits: Photos owned by Amber Quill Press. Cover by Amber Artistic Director Trace Edward Zaber.
Erin this is a fabulous post. Thank you for sharing with us. I loved all the excerpts. It gives a real flavor for the story. As we can tell, The Chase is one hot sexy read!!
Hi, Erin. I see you have a new book in your “Noble Dimensions” series. Can you first tell us a little about the series?
Erin: Jan, I’m really jazzed to be back on your blog!
This series takes its name from a small town somewhere in Nevada that I call “Noble,” a name that’s a little ironic because Noble itself is run-down and nondescript. It’s actually no more than a half-way point for tourists traveling between Las Vegas and Reno. One of the characters notes that it lies between Big Daddy’s Pawn and the Fly By Night Motel.And yet more than a century before, around the time of the Civil war, this was a proud silver boom town that
provided precious metal to the cause
of the North during the war.
Jan: I see on the cover that this is the second in a series. Is it a continuation of an earlier book?
Erin: Not Really, Jan. A couple of the characters—both the guys’ fathers, in fact—are taken from the first book, Noble, Nevada. It is a very small town, after all.
Can you tell that the series name, “Noble Dimensions,” is tongue-in-cheek? The men I write about are carrying six-guns around in their blue jeans, so to speak. Handsome and hung too.
Jan: I think I get the joke, Erin. Their, um, dimensions are important to the story?
Erin: Not really . . . But their size does make for some sizzling sex scenes, in both books.
Jan: Tell us the premise of this latest novel. What exactly is “the chase”? Or should I say who or what is being chased?”
Erin: Good question! My tag line for the book is
An outspoken gay and a quiet rancher are each pursuing a fantasy. Where will the chase lead them?
So the chase for each man is different. Let me back up by introducing my guys, and you’ll see.Brew Lloyd ... is the son of the town’s only lawyer, Cranley Lloyd, a man who has rejected his son after discovering his homosexuality. From the time his father turned away, the reader sees that Brew is devastated by the rejection, but that he has put up a sarcastic veneer to protect his inner hurt.
Brew has allowed his father to “pay him off,” in a sense—to buy him a sports car, pay his rent, put him through college in Los Angeles —with the unspoken arrangement that Brew will stay at arm’s length.
Chase Grayson ... has a loving relationship with his own father, Roy. What has tormented his sleep for the last several years is a long-ago attraction to the high school kid Brew Lloyd, captain of the debate team, Best Thespian in the high school drama club. Chase himself was a standout in high school--a football hero chased by girls, all the while his imagination was chasing Brew, two years younger than he.As the story begins—to cut to the chase, so to speak—Brew has shown up on the ranch where Roy and Chase keep cattle and where they maintain the minimal work on a depleted silver mine. The ranch itself is called “The Chase.” Brew is half-heartedly looking for a summer job on the ranch, sent by his father, while the lawyer himself has had to go to Chicago to visit his dying brother. Since high school graduation two years before, Chase has stayed to himself out on the ranch, fifteen miles from town, not really understanding his hidden attraction for a memory with dark eyes, the guy named Brew.
Two men meet after six years, remembering each other only through the haze of almost forgotten high school debates and autumn football games. Smartass Brew is openly gay. The shy rancher's son Chase is still trying to understand his own sexual needs.
As if [Brew’s] own fertile imagination had called him up, he heard another man’s voice cut into the silence of the room.
“Pa. Introduce our guest.”
Brew turned his head to the door. There he was, framed in the doorway. A freaking Greek god, an Adonis come to earth. Chase Grayson was even more fine looking now than his memory had conjured up. He had red-gold hair, a little past his ears, and a cobwebby rust-colored stubble. His eyes, the green of Chinese jade, gazed straight into his own. His mouth was full, his chin prominent. His even tan glowed in the overhead light, sending even more subtle rays into the room.
And his body. Jeezus. His chest almost tore the wife-beater, swelling with muscle. His waist was slim, his hips slender, like he remembered. Brew wished fervently he could see the man’s ass. And then he was glad he could not. He knew he’d be unable to keep his face expressionless, or his prick quiet.
The two spend a few minutes guardedly speaking, each man seeming to be shyly drawn to the other.
Mister Muscles in a Wife Beater watched his father leave the room. Then he spoke. “Brew. I do remember you. You were a few years behind me at Sloane County High. But I remember the young guy with the golden mouth.”
“The . . . the golden mouth?”
“That’s how I thought of you. You were an actor, a speaker. You could do everything I couldn’t. I wanted to be you about a million times.”
Suddenly the breath seemed to leave Brew’s chest altogether. What this man was telling him couldn’t be true. And yet he spoke so openly that it must be true, some of it, anyway.
“You? Wanted to be like me? But you’re the one with the--the goddamn golden body. That’s how I thought of you. That’s funny. The golden mouth and the golden body. Each one wanting to be like the other.”
No, not like you Chase. In you. As deep in you as my prick would reach. In your mouth or your ass. Or merciful holy shit, you in me.
Then Chase stood, and Brew drew a long breath, sucking in the man’s muscled glory.
“Yes. Funny. Let’s go. Let me show you The Chase.”
The men leave to sink a cedar post, and Brew will get his first taste of actual manual labor. He’s already decided that he’d rather spend all day sweating on a side hill than leave the drop-dead-handsome Chase.
For his part, Chase is deeply excited but tries to deny his agitation. He has never really come to grips (so to speak) with his midnight masturbations with Brew’s dark good looks as the object of his fantasies. So now, suddenly alone with him, Chase is overcome with arousal and tries to hide it.
Chase picked up the post and leaned it strategically over the swelling in his jeans.
“Okay, Brew, here’s what you’re gonna do. As soon as we set the post in the hole, you hold it tight and straight. Yes?”
“Tight. Okay. Straight. I’ll try.”
Chase knew he could easily lift the post, but he waited until Brew was next to him. “On three, we put it in the hole.”
He watched in appreciation as Brew’s muscles seemed to strain and his breath came out a little harsh as they lifted. “Now hold it, while I fill the hole. Then we’ll make sure the wire’s taut on both sides. Good and straight, and tight. Got it?”
“Yeah. I got it straight and tight, Chase. Quit teasing me and do it.”
Then Chase couldn’t help it. He smiled and looked into Brew’s eyes. They were standing close, almost touching.
“Okay.”
As Chase takes unneeded extra time to sink the post, he is becoming more and more aroused:
Brew had begun to breathe very hard. Chase found his own breath catching, his gut tightening as they stood there straining hard against each other. And then he dropped the pliers and bent away, pretending to retrieve them.
“Hold it, while I tamp the hole.” He began to move slowly, making Brew hold the post straight, hard, while his mind played tricks with the sight of the slim man with a gigantic post of a prick. He went to the truck, drank long from his canteen, and took his time returning. Little by little, he dumped more soil and gravel in the hole and tamped it hard.
Then he stood back a foot from Brew and lavished one last look at the vision of a slender, handsome man holding the erect fencepost as though part of it. “That’s enough. That’s good, Brew. You passed.”
As soon as he said it, Chase was pissed at himself. This guy Brew was way too smart —and smart-assed—to let a statement like that go by without challenge.
He walked a few feet away. Brew moved next to him.
“Passed. Passed what, Chase?”
He looked again into the other man’s eyes. “Never mind. That’s enough for the day.” He knew they needed to straighten a bunch of other posts, too, but something stopped him from mentioning it.
“No. You were testing me. What grade did you give me?”
He shook his head and lied. “No grade.”
But Brew would not let go of his eyes. “Then let’s repair another post. Let’s brand a calf. Let’s…let’s do what ranchers do. And you test me on it.”
“Hey, I didn’t mean to piss you off.”
“I’m not pissed. I’m fucking turned on. Can’t you tell?”
I’ll leave your readers with one last scene, a little while later, when Brew finds himself alone with Chase in the ranch bedroom, changing out of his nice clothes.
Brew began to unbuckle his turquoise-studded belt. “Okay if I just drop my drawers?” He smiled into Chase’s eyes. They’d lost the paleness they had a while ago. A trick of the light. Now they seemed green as the mossy bottom of a wooded pond. Quiet, still, waiting.
“Yes.”
Looking into Chase’s eyes, unbuttoning his jeans, knowing the huge bed was just behind him—all of it hit him at once, and his prick jammed into second gear, then third, heading for home. He had a hard time pushing the jeans down over his briefs, tangling them up on his crotch, watching Chase watch him.
Finally, Brew just let his jeans fall. Chase stepped a foot closer to him. He had to lift his head a little, and Chase lowered his own. They were so close now that he felt the man’s hot breath in his mouth, the soft cobwebs of his whiskers brushing his chin…
“Shit, Chase, I’ve wanted you since I was old enough to crave a man.” He began to lick Chase’s lower lip, then bite a little. Chase parted his lips, and Brew slipped his tongue inside.
Brew held Chase’s stubbly cheeks in both hands, slowly discovering his mouth, while the other man let him explore. His hands were still at his sides, as though he didn’t know where to put them. Their bodies by now were so close their groins rubbed and ground together, performing their own counter rhythm. “Kiss me,” he said against the tall man’s hot tongue. “Oh, fuck, Chase, kiss me. I want you.”
He began to suck on Chase’s tongue, softly, in rhythm with the hard pulse in his throat, and he put his hands up under the wife-beater. His fingers found the man’s erect nipples. He pulled on them a little as his tongue searched the inside of his mouth. Then Chase was in his own mouth, a sudden jab of molten heat, and his tongue seemed to reach the back of his throat. Now Chase’s hands were on his back, massaging, stroking, descending to his hips. His large hands seized his buttocks, then spread them, until Brew felt he was on the edge of a desperate climax.
The bed was behind him, close. Brew sat, bringing his mouth down Chase’s chest as he did, moving his hands around to grasp his butt cheeks. “Just stand there. Let me suck you.”
Chase fumbled with the top button of his raggedy denims, and Brew helped him. He pulled the zipper all the way down. “Let me. Let me.”
The cock that reared from his pants was almost frightening. Brew had never seen one so big, so marbled with veins. He took the time to edge Chase’s pants down over his hips, inch by inch, stroking the man’s flat-muscled ass cheeks. He held off putting the cock in his mouth. Let it be my reward, my all-day sucker. Oh God in heaven, I want this man.And there you have part of Brew and Chase’s first morning and afternoon together. One is experienced, jaded, running from a father who’s paying him to run. The other is slow, quiet, not quite understanding why he suddenly feels a desperate need for another man.
As their story continues, the reader will find more complexity, as a ruthless federal agent seeks to strip the ranch from Chase and his dad, and as Brew’s father at last must face his estranged son.
Bio:
In a sense, I’m going back to my roots in my “Noble Dimensions” novels. I was born and raised in a small Nevada town not so different from Noble. My father was a self-made gold and tungsten miner who made a subsistence living for Mom and us three girls.I earned my writing chops years ago from the University of Southern California, with a BA (English) and an MA (Comp. Lit.). Nowadays, I live with my soulmate Bil, four rowdy cats and two Macs outside a small town in CentralTexas.
The Chase is available at the Amber Allure publishing website:
http://amberquill.com/AmberAllure/TheChase.html
This sigline will introduce you to my adult novels, both M/F and M/M:
Erin’s Blogs: Gaelic Spirit The Man in Romance
Erin’s Historical Romances: SirenBookstrand
Erin’s Contemporary MM Romances: Noble, Nevada on Amazon
The Chase on Amber Allure
about me: all works about me: MM novels Facebook Twitter Amazon Author Page
FB Erotica Writers & Readers group founder. You’re invited to apply.
Photo credits: Photos owned by Amber Quill Press. Cover by Amber Artistic Director Trace Edward Zaber.
Erin this is a fabulous post. Thank you for sharing with us. I loved all the excerpts. It gives a real flavor for the story. As we can tell, The Chase is one hot sexy read!!
January 23, 2013
Guest Blogger: Samantha Kay ~ Erotic Romance Author
Please make a warm welcome to my guest blogger,
Samantha Kay
.
Hello and thank you Jan for this opportunity!
I am a writer of M/M romance/contemporary/erotica -but I am very new to it! I’ve been writing for about a year, and self-published one book so far, though I have many other works in progress. Hopefully this year will entail me developing as a writer, and publishing a few more books!
Q. Where did you get the idea for With Regret?
Honestly? It literally just came out of nowhere! I just suddenly had this thought of writing about a couple going through a really emotional time, and went from there.
Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in With Regret?
Well, there’s Jacob, who’s sweet and loving, but sometimes annoyingly insecure and naïve. And then there’s Phil, who is…well…a bit of a sod really to say the least. He worships the ground Jacob walks on, but ends up hurting him badly by straying.
There is more as to why Phil’s the way he is though, which is uncovered as the story progresses.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
I’m working on Part Two of With Regret, which should be available by April 2013, and I’m working on four other stories; ‘Damaged Goods’ which is undergoing a major rewrite, ‘Waiter’ which is about a young man who becomes infatuated with a stranger who isn’t as he seems, and then there’s ‘Torn’, which has a long way to go yet. My fourth is still without a title, but it is about a man who initially just tries to seduce his supposedly straight colleague, but then ends up getting caught up in something complicated.
I'm also working on a four part story, which will be getting posted on Ellie Mack’s Storytime Tryst http://storytimetrysts.blogspot.co.uk/ from 23rd January.
I can’t be more thankful for the opportunity to have something on her site, she is wonderful.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
I have a Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/samanthakays and a blog website http://www.samanthakayblog.blogspot.co.uk/ where I post updates on what’s happening and links to the stories that are posted and/or published!
Q. How may readers contact you?
Readers usually email me or leave comments on my blog or facebook page, both of which are great! My emails are s.watkins ( at ) live.co.uk , and skstorys ( at ) gmail.com
I'm also on twitter, though I don't use it very often haha but I'm ‘skstorys’ on there.
Its great to hear from readers, I massively appreciate their feedback and the time they’ve given to read my work and get in touch.
Q. If you could change places with one character from your book, who would it be and why?
Ah, well it would have to be a character out of my WIP ‘Waiter’, Jamie.
He's recently met an amazing guy, and is totally and utterly infatuated with him – A feeling I sometimes miss! After being in my current relationship for over 3 years, I miss the slight drama of feeling so infatuated, and the excitement of falling in love with someone for the first time.
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
Well, since you've said things and not people, then I guess my family wouldn't count as an answer haha, so it would have to be my laptop! Its where my writing happens, and where I connect with some great people, as I have a lot of online friends (being a mum has devoured any other means of a social life!)
Another two of my favourite things...hmm, probably my car -as it gives me my independence! And of course my third favourite thing would have to be chocolate -I'd be insane (but thin) without it!
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
I've not written an outline for any of my stories so far, I'm unsure if that’s a good thing or not! Haha, I prefer to just start writing with an idea in mind, and see how the story develops as I go along. Chances are, if I did write an outline, I would deviate from it anyway.
Q. Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
It has to be Noel Blue. He is an incredible writer, who is somehow unpublished, though that might be by choice. He’s amazing at conveying strong emotions in a scene, and keeping the reader gripped continuously! My favourite work by him is ‘Groupie’ but he has other great work. He inspired me to start writing, I read his work and decided to give it a go. My writing is nowhere near the quality of his, but I still enjoy doing it!
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
For unpublished erotica authors I’d recommend posting your work on Nifty www.nifty.org It’s an incredible website run by just one guy! It’ll get you readers, and it’s a way of finding out what others think to your work before you decide whether to publish it.
Excerpt from With Regret, Part One.
Don't do this Phil, don't do it.
Not again...
I kept trying to convince myself to stop, to pull away from the man taking a hold of my hand, and leave.
But I just couldn't...
Nearly every day I would try and talk myself out of doing this kind of thing, but so far it hadn't worked, and I doubted it would suddenly work tonight.
So despite a deep ache in my chest telling me not to continue, I went with the guy I had only just met to the toilets.
No Phil, no...
We quickly dived into a cubicle, locking it behind us, and straightaway I began nibbling passionately at his neck while letting my hands roam over his firm, slender body.
I eagerly lifted his top off and my lips made their way to his nipples. He tasted amazing, slightly salty and musky. I knew he was enjoying my affection because of the soft moans he was breathing into my ear. The sound of that alone would have been enough to keep my cock alive.
One of my hands rubbed his hard cock through his jeans while the other unfastened his belt. I couldn't wait to strip this guy naked and taste his shaft.
He started running his fingers through my short wavy hair as he tilted his head back and groaned deeply.
Unfortunately, being in a toilet cubicle, we lacked both comfort and space. Nonetheless it was our only option, because I had a man at home.
I'd literally known this guy for a few minutes before asking him for this. He was gorgeous and up for it, and that's all I needed right now.
I went down to my knees and pulled the guys jeans down to his ankles. I was greeted with a seven inch cut cock. This man looked so hot naked: tanned, slim and toned with a pretty prick.
I took the head of it into my mouth and sucked gently. My tongue gently rubbed along the slit while a hand massaged his balls. The taste of salt and flesh was wonderful in my mouth; it was a flavour I couldn't get enough of.
"Fuck yeah." The guy groaned as I fed the full length of his cock into my mouth.
I was bloody brilliant at deep throating.
I sucked and rubbed my tongue around his shaft for a while before encouraging him to face fuck me, by grabbing and moving his hips. His moans got louder, especially as I started massaging his balls again. They began to tighten in my palm telling me he was close to coming.
It was too soon to let him do that though, so I pulled off him and stood up.
"Let me suck your dick." He said breathlessly.
I shook my head, as I had other ideas.
WOW! That is HOT ((fans face)). What happens next? I guess I'll have to buy the book to find out. Thanks for being my guest today, Samantha, and congratulations on getting yourself published!
Hello and thank you Jan for this opportunity!
I am a writer of M/M romance/contemporary/erotica -but I am very new to it! I’ve been writing for about a year, and self-published one book so far, though I have many other works in progress. Hopefully this year will entail me developing as a writer, and publishing a few more books!
Q. Where did you get the idea for With Regret?
Honestly? It literally just came out of nowhere! I just suddenly had this thought of writing about a couple going through a really emotional time, and went from there.
Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in With Regret?
Well, there’s Jacob, who’s sweet and loving, but sometimes annoyingly insecure and naïve. And then there’s Phil, who is…well…a bit of a sod really to say the least. He worships the ground Jacob walks on, but ends up hurting him badly by straying.
There is more as to why Phil’s the way he is though, which is uncovered as the story progresses.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
I’m working on Part Two of With Regret, which should be available by April 2013, and I’m working on four other stories; ‘Damaged Goods’ which is undergoing a major rewrite, ‘Waiter’ which is about a young man who becomes infatuated with a stranger who isn’t as he seems, and then there’s ‘Torn’, which has a long way to go yet. My fourth is still without a title, but it is about a man who initially just tries to seduce his supposedly straight colleague, but then ends up getting caught up in something complicated.
I'm also working on a four part story, which will be getting posted on Ellie Mack’s Storytime Tryst http://storytimetrysts.blogspot.co.uk/ from 23rd January.
I can’t be more thankful for the opportunity to have something on her site, she is wonderful.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
I have a Facebook page http://www.facebook.com/samanthakays and a blog website http://www.samanthakayblog.blogspot.co.uk/ where I post updates on what’s happening and links to the stories that are posted and/or published!
Q. How may readers contact you?
Readers usually email me or leave comments on my blog or facebook page, both of which are great! My emails are s.watkins ( at ) live.co.uk , and skstorys ( at ) gmail.com
I'm also on twitter, though I don't use it very often haha but I'm ‘skstorys’ on there.
Its great to hear from readers, I massively appreciate their feedback and the time they’ve given to read my work and get in touch.
Q. If you could change places with one character from your book, who would it be and why?
Ah, well it would have to be a character out of my WIP ‘Waiter’, Jamie.
He's recently met an amazing guy, and is totally and utterly infatuated with him – A feeling I sometimes miss! After being in my current relationship for over 3 years, I miss the slight drama of feeling so infatuated, and the excitement of falling in love with someone for the first time.
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
Well, since you've said things and not people, then I guess my family wouldn't count as an answer haha, so it would have to be my laptop! Its where my writing happens, and where I connect with some great people, as I have a lot of online friends (being a mum has devoured any other means of a social life!)
Another two of my favourite things...hmm, probably my car -as it gives me my independence! And of course my third favourite thing would have to be chocolate -I'd be insane (but thin) without it!
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
I've not written an outline for any of my stories so far, I'm unsure if that’s a good thing or not! Haha, I prefer to just start writing with an idea in mind, and see how the story develops as I go along. Chances are, if I did write an outline, I would deviate from it anyway.
Q. Who is your favorite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
It has to be Noel Blue. He is an incredible writer, who is somehow unpublished, though that might be by choice. He’s amazing at conveying strong emotions in a scene, and keeping the reader gripped continuously! My favourite work by him is ‘Groupie’ but he has other great work. He inspired me to start writing, I read his work and decided to give it a go. My writing is nowhere near the quality of his, but I still enjoy doing it!
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
For unpublished erotica authors I’d recommend posting your work on Nifty www.nifty.org It’s an incredible website run by just one guy! It’ll get you readers, and it’s a way of finding out what others think to your work before you decide whether to publish it.
Excerpt from With Regret, Part One.
Don't do this Phil, don't do it.
Not again...
I kept trying to convince myself to stop, to pull away from the man taking a hold of my hand, and leave.
But I just couldn't...
Nearly every day I would try and talk myself out of doing this kind of thing, but so far it hadn't worked, and I doubted it would suddenly work tonight.
So despite a deep ache in my chest telling me not to continue, I went with the guy I had only just met to the toilets.
No Phil, no...
We quickly dived into a cubicle, locking it behind us, and straightaway I began nibbling passionately at his neck while letting my hands roam over his firm, slender body.
I eagerly lifted his top off and my lips made their way to his nipples. He tasted amazing, slightly salty and musky. I knew he was enjoying my affection because of the soft moans he was breathing into my ear. The sound of that alone would have been enough to keep my cock alive.
One of my hands rubbed his hard cock through his jeans while the other unfastened his belt. I couldn't wait to strip this guy naked and taste his shaft.
He started running his fingers through my short wavy hair as he tilted his head back and groaned deeply.
Unfortunately, being in a toilet cubicle, we lacked both comfort and space. Nonetheless it was our only option, because I had a man at home.
I'd literally known this guy for a few minutes before asking him for this. He was gorgeous and up for it, and that's all I needed right now.
I went down to my knees and pulled the guys jeans down to his ankles. I was greeted with a seven inch cut cock. This man looked so hot naked: tanned, slim and toned with a pretty prick.
I took the head of it into my mouth and sucked gently. My tongue gently rubbed along the slit while a hand massaged his balls. The taste of salt and flesh was wonderful in my mouth; it was a flavour I couldn't get enough of.
"Fuck yeah." The guy groaned as I fed the full length of his cock into my mouth.
I was bloody brilliant at deep throating.
I sucked and rubbed my tongue around his shaft for a while before encouraging him to face fuck me, by grabbing and moving his hips. His moans got louder, especially as I started massaging his balls again. They began to tighten in my palm telling me he was close to coming.
It was too soon to let him do that though, so I pulled off him and stood up.
"Let me suck your dick." He said breathlessly.
I shook my head, as I had other ideas.
WOW! That is HOT ((fans face)). What happens next? I guess I'll have to buy the book to find out. Thanks for being my guest today, Samantha, and congratulations on getting yourself published!
January 16, 2013
Guest Blogger: Tatum Throne ~ Erotic Romance Author
Today, my guest blogger is Tatum Throne . Her latest book, Training TJ, an M/M erotic romance is due to be released on 30th January. Read on to find out more...
*Excited Waves* Thank you Jan for having me on your blog today. I’m Tatum Throne, author of erotic, contemporary and paranormal M/F and M/M romance. I’m a stay at home mom of three school aged boys, all three have severe food allergies. I worked for years as a social worker before leaving the field to be a mom and full-time writer.Q. Tell us about your latest book.
A. My latest M/M, Training TJ, will be out at the end of January. I loved writing TJ’s story. He’s in love with his best friend who he works with, but he knows they can’t be together. Here’s the back cover.
Late one night, SWAT negotiator TJ Raines and SWAT doc Parker Woods stumble upon a jumper on a bridge. With no time to wait, TJ knows he must act quickly. He never expects to have to save his best friend’s life too. With lives on the line, TJ knows he’s been given a second chance to have Parker as his Dom.
Parker knows something is up with TJ and it has nothing to do with the near miss on the bridge. Distracted by the undercurrent of want as they train together, Parker forces the situation out into the open. Parker longs to have TJ as his sub, but knows he must convince TJ he’s the right Dom to teach him what it means to be a sub.
Afraid to open his heart, TJ gives Parker his body to dominate. TJ knows he can trust Parker with his body, but can he trust him with his heart too?
Q. What makes a great hero?
A. For me, a great hero is one that isn’t willing to give up. He’ll go to hell and back for the man or woman he loves. He’s strong and follows his heart. Of course, he’s sexy, but flawed like the rest of us. He’s perfect for his lover and isn’t looking for love when it finds him. He’s totally off his game when he meets the love of his life.
Q. Do you have anything in common with your characters?
A. I’m sassy and mouthy like my heroines. I have a wicked sense of humor and I love to laugh. I’m strong-willed, and I don’t like the word NO. My characters are a lot like me. We’re feisty, but down to earth. My friends would say I’m loyal and a great listener. That’s my social work background coming out! *laughs*
Q. What’s on the horizon?
A. Training Ryan [Hard Hits 2] was just accepted by Siren. Look for that in March. :)
Q. How do you come up with all those sex scenes?
A. *blushes* I knew you would ask. I think creativity in the bedroom is what I think about when I go to write them, and of course, I have to go where my characters lead me. I’ve had to tie my hubby up a few times to make sure a scene will work the right way. I don’t think he minds too much. *grins*
Q. What do you do when you’re not writing?
A. I love to do zumba, hike, play with the guys, and visit with friends when I’m not working. I work a ton, so it’s often a challenge to balance work/life/family. My boys keep me busy.
Q. Tell us something that no one knows about you.
A. I tell people all the time that my writing makes me blush. *laughs* It really does! When I think about people I know reading my work, I just want to pop my fingers in my ears and say la-la-la-la! It’s not that I’m prim. I’m not. *grins* It’s just that I have virgin ears. This is where my friends tell me I’m F.O.S. *laughs*
Q. How can your fans find you on the net?
A. I have five books out on Amazon now, One Hot Night, Hot & Humid, Rock Hard, Stolen Moment, and High Heat. I’m on twitter. You can also find me on Facebook. I love hearing from my readers. You can email me at: tatumthrone@gmail.com.
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Adult Excerpt
Parker came in close. His voice was low and bordered on threatening. It turned TJ the fuck on. His cock hummed, begging to be tugged on. He wanted Parker to be doing all the tugging.
“I decide what I want and when I want it. You won’t decide for me.”
A shudder of desire vibrated through TJ’s cock, making pre-cum weep from the tip. His heart raced for all the right reasons. What if he let go with Parker? What if he said yes again to another forbidden kiss? TJ got off on Parker taking control on the mats. It was one of the reasons TJ liked training with him when he could. Parker pressed his hands against the wall, blocking him in. He leaned down so close that they were eye to eye.“I decide what I want. Not you,” Parker said.
Heat shimmered in those blue eyes, making TJ’s mouth go dry. It felt as though Parker was marking his territory by drawing a line in the sand. What would happen if TJ crossed that line? TJ so wanted to find out. “You don’t want a fuck-up like me. Trust me.”
“Say it one more time. I dare you.”
Parker’s threat was too good to ignore. Maybe TJ wanted this fight. Maybe he wanted to be punished. Maybe he wanted this fight with Parker to get his mind off other things. He leaned in closer, so that they were only a breath away. “I’m a fuck-up. You don’t want me.”
A growl came out low from Parker, sending an exotic tremor of anticipation through TJ’s body. “You asked for it.”
TJ was knocked off his feet and flung into the island with a controlled force that rattled his teeth together. Parker was holding back. He could do more damage. He was just proving a point right now. Parker locked his arms under TJ’s. A thick cock pressed between the crack of TJ’s ass, making him groan in surprise. TJ had to buck the urge to rub his ass up and down on that pole. The feel of Parker’s cock tight against his body had him almost ready to give up the fight.
Almost.
Right now, he was scared that Parker was changing the rules of their relationship without his consent. “Release me.”
Parker’s lips brushed over his ear. “No. Not until you take it back. You will not say you’re a fuck-up ever again.”
TJ’s heart raced. He was serious. He wanted him to take back the truth of how he felt and what he was when the lights went out at night. Parker’s hold tightened, and his hips rubbed hard. His cock pressed solidly between the crack of TJ’s ass, thumping hard against his anus.
TJ was breathing hard. “Why do you care?”
“I just do.”
“Parker.”
“Say it.”
“I can’t.”
Tension eased from Parker’s arms as he loosened his hold. Parker dropped his hands to the island, blocking them in. Heat licked over TJ’s neck as Parker dropped his mouth, kissing his way over his nape. A shiver went through his body as he magically found his erogenous zone with no trouble at all.
“Turn around.”
The command came on a long husky note accented with a sharp staccato of hurry up. TJ obeyed and was shocked when Parker came in fast and hard with a brutally honest kiss. There was an animalistic quality to his kiss that made TJ feel owned. All the pent-up fascination and desire TJ felt for Parker exploded into a white hot need of desperation. TJ didn’t want to chain down the lust he was feeling. He wanted this and he wanted it now.
Parker’s cock flexed hard through his jeans, causing pre-cum to spill from TJ’s cock in response. TJ wanted to get down and dirty, fast and hard. He rubbed his hand down over Parker’s thick cock and was rewarded with a groan of approval. How far would they go and how fast should he take it? It seemed so wrong that their first kiss would lead to screwing, but TJ wasn’t going to stop this from happening. TJ cried out as Parker’s hand locked onto his cock through his jeans. He was on the edge of coming.
TJ pulled away. “I’ve waited too long for you. Stop, I’m close.”
The corner of Parker’s mouth lifted and fell into a hard line. “Don’t come yet. I have plans for you. For us.”
TJ was certain Parker could feel the hum of his cock through his pants as he gripped him tightly. TJ licked his puffy lips as he tried to make sense of what was happening between him and Parker, but deep down he didn’t want to make sense of it. He just wanted it with his best friend. Maybe it was going too fast, and he should put a stop to it before either one of them did anything they would later regret. Parker reached for the zipper on TJ’s fly.
Too late.
Parker unzipped him and muscled out his cock, palming it tightly and giving it a possessive stroke. TJ cursed as Parker stroked again, using his pre-cum for lube. “We should stop this.”
Wow! Tatum that was HOT and wicked at the same time. What happens next? I have just got to find out! A big thank you for being my guest today, and I wish you every success with your future books. Congratulations on your latest acceptance from Siren. By the way, I love the cover for Training TJ!
January 12, 2013
My New Cover Art for The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
Hello everyone. This is the cover for my latest book. The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo.
It's the 5th in the Masters of Submission series.
I hope you like it.
It's due to be released on the 15th February.
I'll let you have the links as the time draws closer. :-)
January 9, 2013
Guest Blogger: Piper Kay ~ Erotic Romance Author
Today I have my first guest blogger of the new year. Please welcome Piper Kay . With a book published with Evernight Publishing and several more projects in the wings, we're sure to hear a lot more from Piper in the coming months and years. Read on to find out more...
Q. Where did you get the idea for, Twisted Cherry?
I had been reading a friend of mine’s MM erotica and loved it. I wondered if it was something I’d be able to write. So with some encouragement to give it a try, I did. I love men with tattoos, so I thought why not combine the two together and see what happens. Twisted Cherry was the result.
Q. Tell us a bit about the hero and heroine in, Twisted Cherry.
Gabe is definite the hero. He’s the gentle giant type of character. Being a bad boy in nature, he’s the very sexy and owner of the tattoo parlor. He got the patience of an angel and he’s biggest and kindest heart in the world. He shows Evan that it’s okay to trust his innermost feelings and teaches him how to grow on that.
Q. What are you working on right now, and what can we expect from you next?
Currently, I’m working on two projects. A contemporary romance and also another MM erotica involving two bull riders.
Q. Do you prefer stand-alone books or series (As a reader or a writer) ?
As a reader, I love series. As an author, I prefer stand- alone books
Q. Name three of your favorite things.
My family, caffeine and Mexican food
Q. Do you ever experience writer's block?
Yes I do, but I just walk away for a bit and it usually sorts itself out in my head or in a dream
Q. Do you write an outline before every book you write?
No, I don’t write outlines, but I do have sticky notes plastered all over the place and many bills have been late because of the notes I’ve taken on the envelopes they come in.
Q. What is your work schedule like when you're writing?
Not having a schedule is my schedule. When I plan anything, including writing, something always comes up and I get distracted and unorganized. This is why I had to stop making a schedule. When the muse speaks up, I sit down to write.
Q. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk? (Some write with a glass of wine, or others listen to music, what do you do?)
I must write with music playing, mainly rock and heavy metal. I don’t know what it is, but there is just something about screaming guitars that I love. I know it’s weird, but it’s just me. I also must have caffeine, lots of it.
Q. What does your family think of your writing?
At first, they were probably a bit apprehensive, though they never said a word. My children have been nothing but supportive and praising. It’s great.
Q. Are there any words of encouragement for unpublished writers?
Write every day. Whether it’s two words, two paragraphs or two pages, keep putting pen to paper. Never let anyone tell you that you can’t do it
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Q. Tell us a little about your writing day?
I’m usually awake by four in the morning, so that is when I start writing. Once children are up, the rest of the day isn’t scheduled. I write every chance I get, day or night.
Q. How do we find out about you and your books?
The best place to locate me is on my facebook page http://www.facebook.com/piper.kay.1 but you can also find information on my Goodreads author page, my amazon author page and also my about me page about.me/piper.kay
I also have a new website HERE
Q. How may readers contact you?
Readers can contact me through my Facebook page above or email me directly at Piperkay80 (at) yahoo (dot) com
Twisted Cherry is available from Evernight Publishing HERE
Here are the links to buy the book on amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Twisted-Cherry-ebook/dp/B00AF0QZ6I/
http://www.amazon.co.uk/Twisted-Cherry-ebook/dp/B00AF0QZ6I/
An excerpt from Twisted Cherry
Gabe flashes his catch sexy smile at me, as he slides his hands up under my shirt. He lifts my shirt over my head and throws it over the side of the couch. I’m now standing buck naked for the first time in my life, in front of a man. My nerves are shot.
He guides my hands, helping me remove his shirt too. I step completely out of my pants leg that’s still around my ankle. He looks me up and down with an eat-me-up grin.
Admiring his chest, the firmness and build of his pecs, I spread my hands across him. He’s tight and hard. The small amount of chest hair tickles my fingertips. God, this man is fucking lickable.
Gabe wraps both arms around me, pulling me forcefully into him. The feel of our naked chests, skin to skin, hardens my dick again and there’s no way to stop it. Shit, I don’t want to stop it.
His nipples rise into hard nubs and push against mine. Running my hands along his back, I trace the muscular curves in his back. He takes my ass into his hands, squeezing me tight, but gentle.
He slips his hands around to my front and squats a little. He begins tracing his fingers inside my thighs, up and down, teasing.
Gabe takes my hands and leads them to the button on his pants. He begins giving me kisses again. His tongue parts my lips, and his kisses are more tender than a woman’s. Saucy-sweet.
I unbutton his jeans, then slide the zipper down. I can feel him under his jeans, but he isn’t hard. How does he do that? I am at full attention here. He caresses my hands. Shit, they’re shaking from nerves.
Guiding my hands, he leads me to his waistband. Together, we slip his jeans over his hips and down his legs. He kicks his boots off and with his foot he guides his jeans off, one leg after the other.
He pulls back from the kiss, and stands there, not moving. I stare into his eyes, lost. I gaze down his bulging chest muscles, admiring the tattoo he has located right above his belly button. It looks like a portal of some sort. I reach with my finger tips and trace it. Continuing to look downwards, past the wicked navel, I see him in all his glory. He’s fucking magnificent.
Again, he guides my hands to him, to touch him. I’ve never touched another man. All I know is what feels good to me, so I wrap my hands around his cock like I would my own. I slowly stroke him, and he does the same for me.
Gabe is showing me every step of this. What he does to me, I do to him. It’s like follow the leader. Unable to resist, I move my mouth to his neck, licking him. His taste is kind of like sweat on leather, but also sweet. I smell his cologne. He’s wearing Stetson, my favorite. I lick and swirl my tongue up to his ear and nibble his lobe. He moans, and I almost get off just hearing him. This is the most satisfying sound I have ever heard in my fucking life.
Well, after that hot excerpt, Piper , I need a glass of water. Phew! Thanks for being my guest today. I've loved all your answers, and I look forward to reading your next book, especially the one about the two bull riders! Another hot read I'm sure!
December 31, 2012
I'm Celebrating a Major Milestone ~ Win an e-book
Thank you readers. Because of you, I'm celebrating a major milestone. I've now sold over 15,000 copies of my first BDSM novel ~
In Debt to the Dom
.
Why not celebrate with me and leave your email address with the Rafflecopter, and one lucky entrant will win an e-book of In Debt to the Dom .
Here's the blurb:
At twenty-eight, Maddie James has risen through the ranks of investment bank Goldstein Rivers to achieve great success. All of that changes when she receives a demand for half a million dollars for the safe return of her sister. Torn between her allegiance to her job and the demands of the kidnappers, she secretly wires the money, hoping to replace it with the sale of her house.When thirty-six-year-old wealthy businessman Keaton Rivers discovers the money is missing from his company, he suspects Maddie. Will he throw her to the wolves or find another way for her to repay the debt?As a Dom, Keaton knows Maddie would make the perfect submissive. From the very first moment he laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her. Only this time it will be on his terms...To save her career, will Maddie make a deal with the Dom?To find out more about the book visit my page HERE
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Why not celebrate with me and leave your email address with the Rafflecopter, and one lucky entrant will win an e-book of In Debt to the Dom .
Here's the blurb:
At twenty-eight, Maddie James has risen through the ranks of investment bank Goldstein Rivers to achieve great success. All of that changes when she receives a demand for half a million dollars for the safe return of her sister. Torn between her allegiance to her job and the demands of the kidnappers, she secretly wires the money, hoping to replace it with the sale of her house.When thirty-six-year-old wealthy businessman Keaton Rivers discovers the money is missing from his company, he suspects Maddie. Will he throw her to the wolves or find another way for her to repay the debt?As a Dom, Keaton knows Maddie would make the perfect submissive. From the very first moment he laid eyes on her, he’d wanted her. Only this time it will be on his terms...To save her career, will Maddie make a deal with the Dom?To find out more about the book visit my page HEREa Rafflecopter giveaway
December 22, 2012
New Contract with Siren
Good news, my latest book has been accepted by Siren, and should be published some time February.
It's called
The Dom with the Dragon Tattoo
and will be the 5th in the Masters of Submission Series .
Have a wonderful Christmas and Happy New Year Year.
Jan Bowles
