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Most Beautiful Women of All Time

Part One: Jaclyn Smith

Most famous as Kelly in TV series, Charlie's Angels and her long standing clothing line with K-Mart

All women are beautiful, each standing out in her own way and I adore every single one of them. But let's talk celebrities we grew up with.

Growing up and coming of age in the late 70's into my teens in the early 80's, TV struggled with sexuality as much as I did. Like most boys, puberty was not kind to me. Acne, uncontrollable erections, squeaky voice changes and wet dreams... yada yada. But I look back today and wonder about some of the sex symbols I was ga-ga for. What was I thinking? And some... WOW!!! Here's one of my biggest childhood lusts and damn, even today, she is smoking hot.

Who was one of your biggest childhood celeb crushes?

Gothic City Lights still hauling in the love

I just love when I stumble across a review I somehow missed... or maybe I just forgot. *lol* Anywho... found this wonderful review of Gothic City Lights last year from Siren Book Reviews... check it out...

http://sirenbookreviews.blogspot.com/...

Gothic City Lights II .. now in edits

Gothic City Lights: Helena... now officially in edits!!! Whoooo!!! hehehe. We're on track for a early Q1 release in 2012... I can't wait!

Alexander from Dark is the Night...

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Bitten By Paranormal Romance is celebrating Halloween all month long... today, Alexander from my paranormal erotic romance, Dark is the Night, is interviewed... stop by to see why Alexander isn't a sparkly, drink blood from a bag, and will stop at nothing to protect his true love...
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http://www.bittenbyparanormalromance....

Dark is the Night Available in paperback and ebook.

Diva-licious scores again

Diva-licious... This one's been out for a year now, but I just received this wonderful review from Just Erotic Romance Reviews !!!! Check it out!!

http://www.justeroticromancereviews.com/book-review.cfm?bookID=988435913&reviewID=8532&sNav=nav03-01

Inspiration: Helena

Meet Helena from my upcoming paranormal erotic romance, Gothic City Lights: Helena (coming q1 from Loose Id)


My muse is very visual. She's a feisty little sprite, but when she conjures the images of my heroes and heroines, I can see them plain as day in my head. But to show you is harder. They resemble aspects of people I've seen, often celebrities, but never just one. Anyway, I thought I'd share the inspirations for Helena, the heroine in my upcoming novel, Gothic City Lights: Helena...

Helena is a classic beauty. More elegant, than sexy. Confident and athletic, but feminine and glamorous too. As a warrior angel, she is a tom boy, but stays true to her girly side as well. The image I have of her is a mixture of a few celebs from yesteryear.

I can see her, a perfect blend of Jane Fonda as I remember her in the movie Barbarella, with Princess Grace Kelly.

Minus the big hair though. Then add a dash of Elizabeth Montgomery and a sprinkle of Bridget Bardot and you have Helena. I tried to find a single image that fits what I see in my head, but I couldn't.

But hey, when have muses been easy to control? *lol* Mine's untameable!

Depth Charge scores a hit...

A nice little review for Depth Charge: Maria, Maria from Katie at Bookin it reviews...

"Even though Marie and Steve are surrounded by water, they successfully start an inferno!" - Bookin' It Reviews

Check out the rest of the review here...

http://www.bookingit.net/?p=2787

A snarxy excerpt from Depth Charge

Depth Charge: Maria, Maria

"sex underwater has never been this explosive..."

(( warning: adult only content ))


http://www.loose-id.com/Depth-Charge-...




From the second they surfaced, they'd been separated with different tasks. She hadn't even been able to say good-bye or see you later. Her body was on fire from the yearning. She giggled to herself as she made her way down the deck, recalling how his jaw had practically dropped off its hinges when she'd made the first move. It was deliciously cute.

She rounded the starboard crew quarters and heard his voice.

"Christ, Jack. She's not all that."

There was only one "she" on board. She froze, secreting herself behind a life raft. What was he talking to Jack about?

"Have you gone blind, Chambers? That Rodriguez is a prime, Grade A, top-of-the-line piece of ass."

"You've been at sea too long."

"Come on, admit it. You can't have been down there that long and not taken a shot at her."

"She's just a diver."

"A goddamned smoking-hot diver!"

"Like I said, she's not all that," Steve replied icily. His tone tore at her heart, and she clutched her chest, afraid it might burst open.

"Tell me you wouldn't bang her." Jack cackled, clearly amused by the conversation.

"I don't know. I guess if I were hard up."

"Hard up? You're crazy. Just the sight of her gets me hard."

"Whatever."

"Damn, Chambers. If you can't get a piece of her, none of us got a chance at all. Give us some hope."

"Oh, I could have her if I wanted it."

His words were like the lashing of a whip across her face. They stung deeply. Maria lifted a fist to her mouth to cut off a sob. Her throat constricted, and her chest filled with pressure around her heart, squeezing it painfully. So she'd been nothing but a fuck all along.

"That's my boy."

"She's just another diver. Don't think about her that way. Women just lead to trouble."

Jack bellowed in laughter. Trouble? Oh, she could be trouble all right. The pain in her chest met the incoming infusion of rage, and her chest heaved, her blood boiled.

Watch the fuck out, Steve Chambers; here comes trouble.

"Well, I'd sure love to—" Jack didn't finish his sentence as Maria rounded the corner. The old sailor shifted his beady-eyed stare her way. He practically withered under her glare. Sniffing the air, she turned her lethal gaze on Steve.

His mouth spread into a smile that slowly faded into a grimace.

"Have you seen Weaver?" she asked coldly.

"Ummm, no. I haven't," Steve answered, and then his eyes narrowed on her. "Is something wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong, Steve." She flashed him a blatantly fake smile, then resumed her arctic glare. "Weaver and I have shore leave together, and he said he'd take me out for drinks." At least it wasn't a lie. Weaver had asked her out, and they did have the same shore leave next week. Steve didn't need to know she'd shot Weaver's invitation down.

Jack's jaw dropped open, and Steve's face went ashen white. Every chiseled feature set firm and rigid, shrouding any emotion. Not willing to sacrifice a single ounce more of the dignity he had stolen from her, she lifted her chin and wished her eyes could shoot daggers.

"I haven't seen him," Steve said. His voice was gruff like sandpaper. His arms folded across his powerful chest, and his gaze was positively gruesome.

"Well, if the skipper needs me, I'll be in my room." She turned quickly. The tears she'd been holding back were clawing at her throat, and she refused to let him see her cry.

"Maria…I…"

"Yes, Steve?" She whipped her head back, glaring at him over her shoulder.

"Are you sure everything's okay?" He looked confused, concerned. Concerned! Probably sad because he'd just lost access to the best piece of ass he'd ever have in his life, and he knew it.

She arched her upper lip, and then managed another completely obvious phony smile. "I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I wouldn't want to be any trouble."

"Maria…"

She turned back and walked away, wishing she weren't barefoot and could stomp loudly. If she stayed there another second, she'd break down, and the last thing she could afford to show him now was that she cared for him. He owned a chunk of her heart, but he'd punted it away like it was a football.

She was near blind with tears by the time she got to her room. More like a closet. She yanked open the steel hatch and slammed it behind her—and just in time. The sobs came, choking her, and she curled into a ball on her cramped little bed.

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Snarxy™ 2011 Brindle Chase

Another Naughty Excerpt

An Excerpt From: PRINCESS MINE

Copyright © Brindle Chase, 2011
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.


(( warning. Contains explicit sexual situations ))


"Okay, you caught me. Took you long enough." She wasn't about to surrender her dignity to a werewolf. She was terrified, she was exhilarated. She'd wondered what might happen if he ever caught her. She had dreamt about it. She'd fantasized.

His hand rose, slowly but with a determination that brooked no argument, and grasped her jaw. He tilted her head back as he leaned close. His gaze traced her lips and his thumb smoothed boldly across her cheek. She couldn't let show how the simple graze of his fingertips across her face fanned the flames burning at her core.

"This is a game for you? Elflings have died for less—trifling with a wolf."

"You don't scare me."

"Do I not?" He stepped into her, pressing his nakedness against her. The thin silk encased in the intricate golden twists of braided cords that made her armor was not a sufficient barrier and she gasped. The heat against her belly wasn't just his body.

Briar looked down, even as her mind told her not to. His long cock was thick and lay squeezed between them. It was so hot and she could feel it stiffening, a burning rod of velvet. She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and chewed on it—her stomach did several flip-flops and she banished the memories of her private fantasies from her mind.

"No. You can't hurt me. You wouldn't dare."

"Because you are a princess?"

"Yes. My father—"

"Is not here to rescue you."

She stared at him, his mouth lingering less than a finger span from hers. His dark eyes blazed across her mouth, caressing her face and seeped into her gaze. The excitement grew and she felt as if she had been engulfed in wicked fire. Like in her dreams.

"You can't hurt me," she repeated.

"Who said I wanted to hurt you?"

"Then let me go."

"And if I refuse?"

"I—"

"You'll what?"

"I—"

"You don't want me to let you go."

She gasped. He was guessing—bluffing. He wanted her to want him. And she did, but how dare he assume such things.

"But I will let you go," he said with a grin. His hand caressed along her chin, down her neck and slid a warm fingertip into her cleavage, where her metallic brassiere left her exposed. She shivered at the sparks it shot through her. "If you just say the word. If not, then I will do as I fancy."

Briar gasped again. His erection had grown so gigantic and burned against her belly. In her wildest erotic imagination, she'd never thought anything like this would happen. But a dark, hidden-away part of her had hoped.
His finger dipped deeper, rough calluses teased between her breasts, and then snagged the front of her armor. In a display of phenomenal strength, he pulled her up and off her toes, holding her aloft by the golden framework of her chest plate. His lips captured hers, kissing her hungrily.

Her breath froze in her chest and her heart sped up its pulsing rhythm. His lips were full and smooth, rugged, demanding. Hers slipped across his, parting, and his tongue exploited the invitation. She dug her fingers into the corded muscle of his forearms for support.

Oh how she had wanted this, yearned for it, all these years. Now trapped in his embrace, it was an intoxication she couldn't think to dispel.

In near disbelief that she could be so bold, she wrapped her hand about his thick cock. It flexed with need in her grasp and she stroked it. He hissed deep into her mouth, and his rippling torso twitched.

Her pleasure mounted as his hands slid over the thin veil of silk stretched between the intricate framing of metal that made up her armor. The sweeping graze of his touch slid the wet, slippery material against her tightening nipple and it took considerable effort not to moan.

He smoothed it, tugged it and then suddenly growled. "How is this opened?"

Laughing, she released his throbbing erection and stepped back from him. He immediately rushed forward—a hungry glint in his steely eyes. She stopped him with a wet hand and shook her head.

"Patience."

He stared at her, his gaze tracing her hands as she moved them up and undid the elegant latches that kept her naked flesh from his greedy touch. With bestial want, he moved to her again and took the chest plate from her and tossed it aside. It landed with a clank as he pulled her tight against him and seized her mouth with a fiery kiss.

His hunger was startling, ravenous, and ignited a need deep inside her. The feel of his hard chest against her bare breasts was tantalizing. Her lips melted to his as his hands clasped her face tenderly. Their lips fused together as the fever spread through her and she shivered.

Breaking the kiss for a gasp of breath, she murmured a final protest, "I said patience."

"And I said I will take what I want." His moustache tickled her lips and he dipped his head. Greedily, he lifted her breast to his mouth and suckled on her aching nipple. Another sparkling shiver shot through her and she gasped in delight, arching to accommodate his desire.

He released her throbbing nipple and she lurched forward, desperate for the warmth of his mouth.

"Unless, you wish me to let you go."

"No." The protest fell from her lips before she could check it. She was lost in a blurry haze of need. The weakness she had for him was revealed by her urgent plea and she cursed under her breath.

"No?"

Gazing into his dark stare, she nodded. "Don't stop," she whispered. A fiery rush of liquid surged through her limbs at the confession. Yielding herself to his want ignited a relief—a release—within her. Wanton dreams she hadn't realized unleashed in her mind. She knew now that she'd wanted this from the day she'd first seen Daeven and now she writhed in his sensual grasp.

His harsh gaze softened, lips stretching into a grin, and he dipped his head down. Powerful arms pulled her up and his tongue flickered furiously against her peaking bud, teasing it, thrilling her, and she moaned.

His hands slid down her sides to her hips and found the chain clasps that held her loincloth in place. He tossed that aside as well. Hungrily his mouth licked, sucked and tortured her breast until she thought she couldn't stand another minute. Her legs felt like clay and the need between them demanded more.

Briar mewed in response as his hands slipped around her and cupped her buttocks tight. He lifted her from the water, her legs spread wide of their own accord and wrapped about his waist. Her need was desperate, immediate.

"Three years and more you have teased me, Princess. I've yearned for this moment. It has haunted me."

Three years plus seven moons to be exact, my sweet Daeven.


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2011 Summer Sizzlers

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