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December 13, 2013
This Week in My World
I will get my holiday shopping done eventually – just not this week however. Though some exciting things did happen.
THE APPOINTMENT is finally free on Amazon! Yay! Thank you all so much for your help!!! You can get your copy right here: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GQJ2FAM
I am giving away a copy of SINFULLY YOURS over at The Jeep Diva‘s place. Tell me your favorite holiday and enter to win right here: http://www.thejeepdiva.com/guest-post-giveaway-sinfully-lisa-fox/
I’m still thrilled that people have found my blog using the search term “sexy bulging male santas.” Now that is holiday spirit Lisa Fox style!
I am reading Portrait Of A Killer: Jack The Ripper — Case Closed. Patricia Cornwell makes a compelling case with no actual proof. I don’t know if I am convinced, but it was interesting to read.
There is still time to enter Afton Locke’s Holiday blog hop giveaway for her erotic quickie, Under Holly’s Stockings. You can enter right here: http://lisafoxromance.wordpress.com/2013/12/11/under-hollys-stockings-from-afton-locke/
How was your week?
Filed under: Friday Roundup Tagged: Christmas, Erotic Romance, Erotica, Free Read, Giveaway, Lisa Fox, Sinfully Yours, The Appointment
December 12, 2013
Win a Copy Of Sinfully Yours!
I’m giving away a copy of Sinfully Yours today over at The Jeep Diva‘s place. Stop by to win!
GUEST POST & GIVEAWAY: SINFULLY YOURS BY LISA FOX
Buy Links:
Ellora’s Cave: http://www.ellorascave.com/sinfully-yours.html
Amazon: http://goo.gl/rOGU2t
Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/8jqO7l
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Filed under: News Tagged: Erotic Romance, Giveaway, Mardi Gras, Sinfully Yours
December 11, 2013
Under Holly’s Stockings from Afton Locke & Giveaway!
Thank you for hosting me today. I’m excited to talk about a not-so-thrilling holiday gift I once received, and my latest release, Under Holly’s Stockings, a holiday erotic romance.
You Shouldn’t Have
My husband is getting better at mind reading all the time. If I forget to put yogurt on the list, he remembers and gets it anyway. In our earlier years, holiday gifts were hit or miss, though. Sometimes I’d open a gift and wonder, what was he thinking?
One year he got me a cream-colored fleece pullover with a big gray stripe around the chest and a zipped neck. My first thought was: this has to be the ugliest shirt I’ve ever seen. To avoid hurting his feelings, I put a big smile on my face and thanked him profusely. Would you believe I wear that shirt so much it’s almost worn out? It’s the perfect weight for spring and fall, and it looks nice on me. As if by magic, it seems to never be too hot or too cold.
Similarly, Michael is not too sure about the sexy woman who propositioned him on the subway. He’s really not in the market for a woman, but it doesn’t take long for her to start growing on him. Will she be in his life for years like my shirt?
Did you ever receive a gift that grew on you later?
Under Holly’s Stockings
Publisher: Ellora’s Cave Publishing
Release Date: 11 December 2013
eBook ISBN #: 978-14199-49340
Buy eBook: http://www.ellorascave.com/under-holly-s-stockings.html
Stay tuned for reviews and more: http://www.aftonlocke.com/holly.html
Blurb
After being stood up at the altar last Christmas, Michael dreads the holiday. When a woman wearing sexy red stockings on the subway propositions him with a day of sex, seems there’s no time like the present to get back into the spirit of the season!
Having just lost her mother, Holly will do anything to avoid being alone on Christmas. But when Michael arrives, nothing goes as planned. Despite the joy of exploring each other’s bodies with all the holiday trimmings, her emotions get in the way.
When Michael realizes the way to get under Holly’s stockings is through her heart, he’ll have to put the ghosts of his Christmas past to rest.
Excerpt (explicit)
Rose, Exposed – Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2013 – All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
When a westbound metro train on the orange line came to a screeching stop in Rosslyn, Virginia, Michael Tyler hurried inside and grabbed a seat near the window. Thank God there’s no music in here, he thought as he placed his briefcase by his feet on the orange carpet. If he heard one more tired Christmas song, he swore he’d be ill.
Everywhere around him people rattled shopping bags. Women chattered about the gifts they’d bought for their kids, or what they planned to cook for Christmas dinner. Year after year, it was the same old thing. Wasn’t anyone else tired of it by now?
Michael loosened his tie with relief when the doors closed and the train glided into motion. The sooner he got home, the sooner he could get this rotten holiday over with.
At the next stop, he blinked with surprise when a tall girl fell into the seat next to him. It was a miracle she didn’t drop all of her bags in the process. Who in their right mind did all their shopping on Christmas Eve? If he had decided to celebrate this holiday, he would have shopped online at least a month early.
“Hi! Merry Christmas!” she announced with sickening cheer.
Disgust rolled through his stomach. Why hadn’t he put his briefcase on the seat? Without looking at her, he returned the greeting in a tone of voice that warned her to mind her own business.
He noticed she had long, black hair and kissable lips coated with shiny, red lipstick. Her short, wool coat fit snugly, hinting at high, perky breasts.
Look away, damn it! But no, he had to torture himself with the reminder he hadn’t been with a woman in over a year. Her plaid skirt was so short he could hardly see it. What he did see were a pair of long, shapely legs encased in bright-red stockings. Lust, long dormant, kindled to life in his groin.
Maybe this was his Christmas gift. He could jack off in his condo tonight while he fantasized about those legs. After all, she was a complete stranger and looked nothing like Marcie…
He stared out the window, counting the lights passing by in the dark tunnel as the train pulled into the next stop, revealing an arched, honeycomb ceiling. The woman fussed with her bags, rattling them until Michael thought his head would explode.
A small, glittery Christmas ball rolled out of one of her bags, making a soft thunking sound on the carpeted floor.
“Whoops!”
The innocence of her voice aroused him more than a hand on his cock. He reminded himself she probably had a husband and five kids waiting at home. Doing his gentlemanly duty, he bent to pick up the ball for her.
At the moment, the train lurched into motion, causing him to fall across those warm, scarlet legs.
His nose filled with subtle feminine musk. Was it the soap she might have rubbed on her long legs this morning while she shaved them? Or was it the sweet aroma of her cunt, tucked inside that short skirt—a gift for him to open?
Hard and throbbing, his cock surged inside his trousers while he scrambled off her. He longed to spread those long legs and unroll the red stockings, inch by inch, down her legs. Instead, he allowed his palm to brush the back of one shapely calf.
With sweat coating his brow, he slumped against his seat. He definitely needed to jack off tonight. Repeatedly.
“Sorry,” he muttered. “Uh, did you manage to grab the ball?”
Her brown eyes glinted with mischief at his words and then saddened. “It rolled away.”
Her face, on the verge of crumpling, reminded him of a child who had just learned there was no Santa. Probably the same way his face had looked last year during the worst Christmas ever.
As if the lust weren’t enough to deal with, his chest swelled with something else. Protectiveness. For some reason, he experienced the sudden urge to turn the train car upside down to find her Christmas ball.
His stop wasn’t far away. He’d never see her again. Instead of the relief he expected, he felt regret.
“Looks like you have big holiday plans,” he found himself saying.
A brave smile battled with the sadness on her face as she nodded. “I’m going all out this year. It’s probably silly because I’ll be alone.”
He blinked with surprise. “You? Alone? I mean, that’s not so bad. I’ll be alone too…working.”
It was a half truth. He didn’t have to work tomorrow, but he’d brought home plenty of paperwork to get him through the day.
She glanced out the window as the train stopped again. “Oh! My stop is next. I have a proposition for you.”
Great. She must be a call girl. He might be horny right now but he wasn’t that horny.
With a trembling hand, she brushed back a long, silky lock of hair. “I don’t want to spend Christmas alone. Will you come to my apartment and celebrate the day with me?”
Indecision seized Michael’s throat. “I-I don’t even know you.”
She clasped his forearm. “I’ll make it worth your while.”
Coming Soon
Entrance to Ecstasy, my paranormal print anthology, will release from Ellora’s Cave on 24 December 2013.
http://www.ellorascave.com/entrance-to-ecstasy.html
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Stripper With Spice is coming soon from Ellora’s Cave.
http://www.aftonlocke.com/Spice.html
Getting back on her feet after unemployment, Janice Sullivan, a financial analyst, treats herself to an erotic romance convention. Winning a two-hour fantasy date with Carlos Aguilar, a young Mexican-American stripper, she decides to have a one-time fantasy fling.
When Carlos entices her back to the bedroom—and a few public places—for more sizzling sex, he unleashes her passions, including a secret desire to be a chef. Janice learns there’s more to this heartthrob than a hot body, but job security comes first.
To convince her he’s more than a fantasy, he teaches her trust with his body. But when that trust is finally tested to the limit, will she cling to safety or take a chance on a whole new life?
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I’m excited to be part of the Tall, Dark & Alpha boxed set that will release in March 2014.
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Where readers can find me
Web site: http://www.aftonlocke.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/afton.locke
Twitter: http://twitter.com/aftonlocke
Newsletter – The Love Chronicle: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/thelovechronicle/
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/Afton_Locke
Contest
This post is part of the Under Holly’s Stockings Blog Tour.
The grand prize for the tour is a surprise pack of holiday stocking stuffers (U.S. shipping address only).
To be eligible, COMMENT on this post. The comment should include a memory about a holiday gift you gave or received — preferably related to the gift described in this post.
The tour winner will be announced at http://www.aftonlocke.com/HollyTour.html on December 16th.
What’s in YOUR stocking?
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Afton Locke, Blog Tour, Christmas, Erotic Romance, Under Holly’s Stockings
December 10, 2013
December 9, 2013
Hot Men Sexy Santa Edition
Only 17 days left until Christmas! I really need to start my holiday shopping.
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Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Christmas, Naughty Santa, Nice Ass, Sexy Men, Sexy Santa
December 8, 2013
December 7, 2013
Saturday Video – “Totes McGotes” Commercial
I don’t watch a lot of TV, so I stumbled upon this totally by accident and laughed my ass off.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: James Earl Jones, Malcom McDowell, Sprint Commercial, Totes McGotes
December 6, 2013
This Week In My World
It’s been a great week and I still have time to slack on buying my Christmas presents!
Harper Impulse has a brand new FREE sampler out for pre-order featuring the first chapter of my contest winning novella, One Kiss. You can get it right here: Loving New Year, Love Romance: HarperImpulse Romance FREE SAMPLER
I shared an awesome recipe for mulled win this week on Literary Lagniappe to help keep you warm on these cold winter nights: COCKTAIL HOUR WITH LISA FOX
I’m going on a COOKIE TOUR tonight. Y’all know how I feel about cookies. This is the most exciting thing ever.
You can still enter to win a copy of Lust Demons on Goodreads: BOOK GIVEAWAY FOR LUST DEMONS
I finally got a tablet and I can’t wait to fill it with apps and smutty novels!
How was your week?
Filed under: Friday Roundup Tagged: Cookies, Free Read, Giveaway, Harper Impulse, Lisa Fox, Lust Demons, Mulled Wine, One Kiss, Recipe
December 5, 2013
Is It Wrong To Hate This Heroine?
So, I started reading this book that was billed as a deadly thriller of lust and attraction. Sounds awesome, right? The basic premise is there’s this female professor and psychologist who is having an affair with her much younger grad student. He becomes crazy and obsessed and she has to fight for life and sanity and blah, blah, blah. You know how it goes. Basic thriller stuff. The problem was I got to page eight, and I had to put the book aside. I will never pick it up again and here’s why…
So, sexy professor and psychologist—and allow me to stress that point, this woman is supposed to be a professor and psychologist, someone people are supposed to trust and learn from—invites grad student boy toy to her office to break up with him because she has decided to get married. She gives him the regretful speech and is annoyed when he basically shrugs and says, “Whatever.” Now, she has been sleeping with this boy for months, has worked with him for a couple years, and she knows him pretty well. She especially knows that he is dangerously claustrophobic due to unspecified childhood trauma and cannot sit in a closed room.
So, her reaction to his nonchalance is to make him get up, close the door to her office, and sit in the closed, windowless room with her while she explains once again why she can’t fuck him anymore. He begins to sweat, to lose some of his cool, and only then is she satisfied by his reaction.
Right in the moment, I hoped he’d kill her hard. And because I knew that the story was just not going to work that way, I put the book down.
But I have to wonder, am I being too hard on this woman? Maybe I am overrating. Was she right to purposefully and knowingly torture this boy to gain the reaction she deemed fitting for her breakup speech? Does that make her strong? Because I believe that is what the author was going for—to portray her as strong and capable, a take-no-shit woman.
What do you think?
Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Heroines, Reading, Thriller
December 4, 2013
One Flesh By Annabeth Leong
Annabeth Leong is here today sharing an excerpt from her latest release, One Flesh
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Blurb:
Leticia and Rosalie are planning their wedding, wanting very much to make their special day one to remember, but Rosalie has something else weighing on her mind, one more thing she wants to make as special and as memorable as the ceremony itself—their wedding night. Rosalie wants to be with Leticia in a way that neither of them had ever been with anyone else. But finding something that would be a first time for both of them turns out to be harder than expected.
As it turns out, there is one thing Leticia has wanted to do but has never trusted anyone enough to allow herself to overcome the fear of it. And it’s something that Rosalie has never done either.
The women discuss the idea of fisting as a means of connecting and forming an intimate bond with each other, one that they’ve never formed with anyone else. They’ve never loved or trusted anyone else they way the love and trust each other, and they are determined to find a way to make it work.
Excerpt:
“I’ll call tomorrow to tell the church how many flowers we want to order,” Leticia said, sighing and folding her notebook closed. No matter how many neat lists she made with her favorite purple pen, the sheer quantity of wedding-related details was overwhelming. “Can you call the caterer back, Rosalie? I still feel like they sneaked a charge in somewhere, but I can’t get a straight answer out of them about it.”
Her fiancée smiled indulgently. “Better yet. I’ll go in person on my lunch break, and they won’t know what hit them.”
“Great.” Leticia rubbed her temples and closed her eyes. She’d wanted to go to bed early, but another evening of wedding planning had made that completely impossible. She was excited to be marrying her one true love and all, but it was easy to lose track of that when she had fourteen phone calls to make and her mother demanded an e-mailed progress report every single night. “That’s got to be enough for now.”
Leticia stole a quick glance at Rosalie. She’d changed into a cute pair of pajamas when she got home from work, the childish pattern an odd contrast with her sophisticated coppery makeup. Leticia briefly fantasized about peeling the clothing away, revealing her lover’s curves and smooth brown skin. Unfortunately, at that very same moment, she had to stifle a yawn. She was so damn sleepy. They would need to get to bed immediately if she was going to give Rosalie proper attention.
“We can’t quit planning yet,” Rosalie said. “We haven’t discussed the most important thing, and it’s coming up soon.”
Leticia groaned. She flipped her notebook open again and paged through her color-coded, highlighted lists. “We’ve talked about everything I had listed for the day, and we even went over things that have deadlines coming up in the next few days. I don’t see what we’re—”
“The wedding night,” Rosalie purred. “We haven’t discussed that at all.”
There was no mistaking the sparkle in her eyes. Leticia actually blushed, the way she had at Rosalie’s makeup counter the first time they met, when the other woman’s soft words of praise, roughened by the obvious desire in her voice, had gotten Leticia so hot and flushed it had been impossible to identify the correct shade of foundation for her skin tone. She’d been forced to come back later, not that she’d minded.
Now that she’d figured out what Rosalie was hinting at, Leticia played innocent. For all her lover’s passion, her Catholic upbringing had left her with an adorable aversion to using direct language. Leticia loved to watch Rosalie get flustered while trying to explain her naughty desires. She batted her eyelashes and focused on her notes again. “We’ve reserved our hotel room the night of. We’ve got our plane tickets to Puerto Rico for the honeymoon a couple days after that. Everything appears to be in order.”
“The wedding night,” Rosalie said, apparently oblivious to Leticia’s teasing. She rolled her hands through the air, one over the other, the gesture an invitation to take the word “night” and run with it. “The whole reason I wanted an afternoon wedding was so we could have plenty of time together. Afterward. In the hotel.”
“You mean to take a good, long nap? I’m sure we’ll be tired after dealing with all the guests, and coming down from pre-wedding nerves, too.” Leticia couldn’t resist continuing the act.
“Not a nap. But I am talking about what we might do in bed.” Now Rosalie colored, a deep red undertone becoming visible beneath the screen of her makeup.
Leticia composed her face as much as she could manage and shrugged. “Oh, are you talking about sex?” A giggle threatened to slip through at Rosalie’s incredulous, exasperated expression. “I don’t know. I’ve read tons of articles about how people get so exhausted from all the things leading up to a wedding that they don’t even really want to have sex by the time the day is done. We’ll have plenty of time for that later in the honeymoon, won’t we?”
“Don’t even really want to have sex,” Rosalie repeated slowly, as if the phrase was a math problem and she couldn’t quite work it out. Her forehead wrinkled in utter puzzlement. A snort burst from Leticia. Realization dawned on Rosalie’s face. She grabbed a tissue from the box on the table and tossed it at her. They’d both collapsed in giggles by the time the thin paper floated airily to the floor beside Leticia.
Leticia allowed the force of her laughter to pull her off the chair. She crawled the short space to Rosalie’s chair and raised one brown foot to her lips. Leticia did enjoy a little foot worship now and then, but her current mood was far from reverent. Slowly, carefully, she slipped her mouth over Rosalie’s polished big toe. She licked until Rosalie’s breathing changed, confused between laughter and moaning. Then Leticia lifted off the toe and pressed her mouth to the sole of Rosalie’s foot. She inhaled, gripped the ankle tightly, and blew a powerful raspberry.
Rosalie squealed and tried to get away. Leticia smiled but kept up the wet, ticklish vibrations. Rosalie’s foot jerked in her hands. Leticia kept hold easily. She had plenty of practice restraining patients, which happened to have fun applications at home.
Rosalie writhed as she laughed. Leticia drew breath for another raspberry, but cut her eyes up as much as she dared. She didn’t want to miss the sight of her lover, breasts bouncing under her shirt as her rib cage shook, hips rolling as she struggled to get away, face squeezed tight as if to ward off the unbearable sensation of being tickled. Effectively, this previewed Rosalie’s orgasm. Warm arousal spread through Leticia’s body as she forced Rosalie to stay in this state, and as she looked forward to seeing the real thing very soon.
Rosalie rained playful blows onto Leticia’s head. “Why the hell am I marrying you?” It took forever for her to get the sentence out, as she had to gasp each word between shrieking laughs.
Leticia grinned and tugged at her lower legs. Her lover took the hint and rolled out of the chair to join her on the floor. Leticia wrapped her arms around Rosalie, who felt small and hot and curvy. She slipped one hand down to tickle between her ribs, rewarded by another delicious howl. Rosalie shoved at her chest. “You are evil, I swear.”
“I’m sorry,” Leticia said softly, managing to sound sincerely regretful. She kissed Rosalie’s temples with great tenderness, until her lover relaxed and stopped wriggling. Leticia murmured more soothing words, rubbing Rosalie’s back… then licked the side of her face.
Buy Links:
All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-oneflesh-1355652-149.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-flesh-annabeth-leong/1117483502?ean=2940149014910
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/one-flesh-1
Storm Moon Press: http://www.stormmoonpress.com/books/One-Flesh.aspx
Bio:
Annabeth Leong has written erotica of many flavors—dark, romantic, kinky, vanilla, straight, lesbian, bi, and menage. Her lesbian stories have appeared in the Lambda Literary Award-nominated Lesbian Cops, Circlet Press’s love-spell anthology Like Hearts Enchanted, Lovecraftian erotica book Whispers In Darkness, and others. When not writing erotica, she is frequently reading it. She has lived in six states in various parts of the United States, and traveled to most of the others. Annabeth believes passionately in freedom of speech, rights for people of all sexual orientations, and the need for compassionate religion. She loves shoes, stockings, cooking, and excellent bass lines.
Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Annabeth Leong, Erotic Romance, F/F Romance, Lesbian Erotic Romance, One Flesh
