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September 10, 2012
Hot Men On The Rocks Edition
September 9, 2012
Six Sentence Sunday
Today I am working on the synopsis and final blurb for Caught Between the Moon and Brooklyn, my friends to lovers story. I am hoping to have it all submitted by Wednesday. Here are the first six sentences…
Kat spun around when her cell phone rang and the stiletto heel on her brand new shoes snapped, knocking her off-balance. She hit the living room floor with a loud thump, grunting as she landed on her tailbone. Her short, sparkly dress twisted around her hips as she struggled to get up and a few sequins fell off when she collided with the coffee table. By the time she reached the phone, it had already gone to voicemail, and she was treated to the missed call beep directly in her ear.
The caller ID told her Dean had called and Kat’s eyebrows furrowed. Dean was supposed to be somewhere swank, spending a very expensive, very exclusive New Year’s Eve with his girlfriend Marine.
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Filed under: Six Sentence Sunday Tagged: Caught Between the Moon and Brooklyn, Contemporary Romance, New Year's Eve, Sexy Men, Six Sentence Sunday
September 8, 2012
Saturday Video – How The Dark Knight Rises Should Have Ended
This is so fucking awesome it’s unbelievable. WARNING: SPOILERS
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Awesomeness, Batman, How The Dark Knight Rises Should Have Ended, Saturday Video, The Dark Kinght Rises
September 7, 2012
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September 5, 2012
Inevitable by Kerrianne Coombes
Kerrianne Coombes is here today, sharing an excerpt from her new release, INEVITABLE.
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Thank you so much for having me Lisa!
I am so excited to be here—I love your blog! Looks around for sexy men Can I touch them??
So, I am here to talk about my new release ‘Inevitable’ It is an erotic contemporary romance novella, about a couple who are perfect for each other, but their ideas on where they want their lives to go are very different.
Sky Denholm is a woman who believes that marriage is nothing more than a contract that benefits a man more than a woman. She was brought up by a mean man who treated his wife as nothing more than a slave and a sex tool.
Her life plan is to be successful in business, rely on no one and prove her father wrong.
Jack Rogers is a farmer, a hardworking man with ideas of having a family, kids and a wife to adore. The problem is, Jack is in love—and has been since he could remember—with Sky Denholm.
Together they have settled on an uneasy relationship that involves no promises, no commitment and certainly no declarations of love.
But neither one are prepared to walk away.
Blurb
When Sky Denholm moved to the city to peruse a career with a large accountancy firm, her dreams of being independent and successful quickly turned into a reality. Brought up to believe that women were useful for nothing but housework and sex, Sky is desperate to prove her father wrong. She packed her bags at the age of eighteen and moved from the British countryside to the city.
She would like to say that she never looked back, but one man with dark eyes and a body to die for, tempted her back regularly. Jack Rogers, a farmer and Sky’s best friend, is her anchor in life. And Sky can’t seem to break the intense pull he has on her, no matter how much their relationship goes against her own, personal code.
But when her boss blackmails her, Sky begins to question her choices.
When the love of Jack’s life decided that she had to taste life outside of the country, he let her go. Six years later, he is seriously regretting that choice. Sky Denholm is slipping through his fingers, and he has no idea how to bring her back home.
Excerpt
A tantalising scent seeped through the gap in the door, and the unmistakable damp heat of a bath filled his nose. Jack pushed the door open and saw Sky lying in the deep bath, surrounded by bubbles. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be dozing.
He leant against the door frame and stole a moment to just watch her. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was radiant. Her blonde hair always shone and her skin was always clear. She might have been a tomboy growing up, but Sky had turned into a really beautiful woman, a woman who had stolen his heart from the first moment he had laid eyes on her, and had never given it back. Jack let his gaze skim down her bubble-shrouded body. Her slim, toned legs were bent and he could see her knees poking out from under the water. How many times had he kissed the skin on her legs before he licked at her core? How many times had he massaged her feet, before making sweet love to her? He didn’t know, but he knew he would never get bored with it—any of it. Sky Denholm was the only woman who had ever held his interest. With her clever wit and passionate ideals, Sky held his absolute attention. He was a puppet on a string for her—a lovesick fool—a man who would literally do anything she asked of him. Anything except give her up.
He was well and truly in love, although he couldn’t say the same for her. Sky’s head was full of dreams that didn’t include him. Her upbringing had led her to believe that marriage was an institution of set rules and misery. A contract set up so that a man had a slave to do his ‘dirty work’. She didn’t see the romance or the love involved in a marriage of two hearts. He, on the other hand, had grown up watching his parents treat marriage as a fair game of fun and attraction. His throat grew tight whenever he remembered his beloved parents. He missed them. He wanted what they’d had, a marriage of equality and love.
As he looked back at Sky—his elusive Sky—he had to wonder if he was barking up the wrong tree. When she had talked of working in the city, Jack had truly believed that she would be home within a month. She was a free spirit, a lover of nature and all things fluffy and he hadn’t been able to imagine her lasting long at all in the concrete jungle. But he had been wrong. She seemed to adore the city and the cutthroat people who lived there, and now, after six years of waiting, Jack had to wonder how much longer he could wait.
Forever…
His mind supplied him with the answer, even as his heart cracked. Maybe one day she would end it all and tell him to move on, but he knew that he would never be the one to finish it. Even the small amount of time they had together was what Jack lived for. He had to face it, he had given his heart to a woman who didn’t really want it.
“I’m a fool,” he said. Sky opened her eyes and looked up at him. She frowned and opened her mouth to speak, but Jack bent and plucked her from the bath before she could form any words. “Don’t talk, Sky. Let me just love you.” She sank into his embrace, and allowed him to take her from the bathroom. He laid her on his bed, uncaring that she was soaking wet. Bubbles still clung to her beautiful body, even as he stood to peel his now-damp clothes off.
“Jack,” Sky breathed, her green eyes watching him warily. “Are you okay?”
No, I am not okay. I love a woman who does not love me. “I’m fine,” he replied, ignoring his painful thoughts. He dropped his trousers, and Sky’s gaze fell to his engorged cock. She sat up and circled his dick with her small hands in eager haste. Jack watched her bring her mouth to his dick as he swallowed hard and tried to ignore the swelling ache in his heart. Their time was coming to an end. One day Sky—his Sky—would tell him that she had met someone else, a city worker who wore designer clothes and lived in an apartment. A city worker who didn’t remind her of her bastard of a father. A city worker who had manicured nails and a flashy car. What would Jack do then? Where would that leave him?
Inevitable is a hot four flame book—very sexy!
You can find me on Twitter @Kerrianne_xx
Facebook http://www.facebook.com/pages/Kerrianne-Coombes/148877721876528
And my blog http://kerriannecoombes.wordpress.com/
Buy Links
Secret Cravings Publishing http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=371
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Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance, Excerpt, Guest Blogger, Inevitable, Kerrianne Coombes
September 4, 2012
Insanity MAX – I Cannot Push Any More Dammit
I don’t know why, but Shaun T is trying to kill me. This is especially unfair considering that I am generally a nice person. Mostly. Sometimes. On Tuesdays at least…
Anyway, that is not the point. The point is that all this jumping is going to kill me or make me really, really healthy which in the end is pretty much the same thing. I really thought the first month was bad, but I powered through and felt pretty damn good about myself doing it. The first time I made it through the entire warm up without collapsing in a heap on my living room floor, I thought had accomplished something great.
I was very wrong. I did not realize I could sweat this much and not instantly expire.
Filed under: Insanity Tagged: Insanity, Lisa Fox, Sweaty, Workout
September 2, 2012
Labor Day Blog Hop – Win Lots of Prizes!
I LOVE the summer, but Labor Day is the unofficial end of the season in here in the U.S. and while that makes me sad
very, very sad
I do have something extra special to help keep you warm on all those cold nights to come. Leave me a comment telling me your favorite season and be entered to win a copy of A MATTER OF LUST!
Contest ends at midnight on Monday, September 3, 2012. Winner will be chosen using Random.org
Be sure to visit all the stops on the Labor Day Hop to win great prizes!!
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Trask is a lust demon on the hunt for a playmate, a human exceptional enough to sate some of his ravenous hunger. When he finds Rena, he knows she’s the one. He makes it his business to seduce her.
Rena could easily fall for the dangerously sexy bad boy who makes her scream through every orgasm, but the problem with bad boys is that they really are bad. They break hearts, and Rena’s has been broken too many times already.
What’s a demon to do when lust isn’t enough? To claim Rena for his own, Trask will have to earn her trust.
An Excerpt From: A MATTER OF LUST
Copyright © LISA FOX, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.
Chapter One
The deep, melodic trance music vibrated through Trask’s body as he prowled the crowded dance floor. He was hungry, so very, very hungry, and the time had come for him to find a willing partner for the night. Any one of the mortals undulating around him would have sufficed, but so far none of them appealed to him. The need gnawed at his insides, but he waited, searching for the one. Over his long years among the humans, he’d learned that it always paid to be a little bit discriminating. It made the feast so much more gratifying.
He sidestepped around a young woman, his shoulder accidentally brushing against hers. He felt her body temperature rise as he passed, the lust that had been simmering just below the surface swelling to a fevered pitch within her. She grabbed her companion and kissed him ferociously, shamelessly rubbing herself against him. She wasn’t the only one affected by his presence either. Potent waves of raw sexual energy radiated from him, infecting the air around him, threatening to turn the club into one giant orgy. Trask smiled at the thought.
He cruised the dance floor, reveling in the exquisite thrill of his hunt. Human lust was such a decadent treat, so very different from the desperate lust of the damned in hell, and it filled this ordinarily dull world with brilliant light and added depth to the darkest shadows. He could feel it oozing from the dancers, the men and the women, sweating and panting, touching and grinding, their bodies writhing in time with the music. Tension built in his groin and he welcomed the pure, straining delight.
He stopped suddenly, the prickling at the base of his spine alerting him to the presence of another demon nearby. Not a lust demon like himself, but something similar. Pride maybe, or perhaps wrath? He couldn’t quite get a fix on it. He waited, wondering if it was going to make contact. Often other demons haunting and hunting the human realm wanted to meet, to plot and plan and scheme, to “raise some hell” or whatever, but he got the impression that it was occupied with something else entirely. Which was just fine with him. He’d never been the social sort.
The music changed and a thumping bass beat poured out of the speakers. Trask shook off the psychic residue of the other and worked his way toward the bar. He ordered a bourbon on the rocks and leaned back, happily absorbing the intoxicating atmosphere while scanning the crowd for his potential playmate.
His gaze fell upon a woman on the edge of the dance floor in a short, black dress that hugged every curve of her luscious body. Her violently dyed red hair was piled high on her head and sexy tendrils escaped to frame her heart-shaped face. There was a hint of rosy flush on her smooth, round cheeks and the way her hips swayed to the music made his cock stir.
Trask placed his drink aside and unconsciously ran his tongue over his teeth as he glided toward her. She was tall, probably close to six feet in her heels, but he still had to lean down to whisper close to her ear. “Hello,” he purred, breathing in her clean scent of shampoo and roses and woman.
She turned slowly toward him, her gaze roaming over his face, his body, and he got the distinct impression that she was mentally undressing him. He certainly hoped she was. She obviously liked what she saw because a smile blossomed on her glossy, pink lips. “Hi.”
The instant, piercing sexual tension between them made his blood surge. He reached out with a fine strand of psychic energy and lightly dipped into her primal core. Trask hissed as desire coiled in his groin. She was sweet ambrosia, a succulent feast just waiting to happen and his cock ached to sink inside her, to make her come again and again while he fed on all that glorious lust. “You are very beautiful,” he said, savoring the tiny taste of her fire.
“Uh-huh,” she said, mischief and humor making her eyes sparkle. “Tell me something I don’t know.”
Trask laughed. He liked this woman. “I think I might be in love with you,” he said, beginning the game. It was a line that had worked many times before—the humans always seemed enchanted and amused by the concept, but it was a hollow sentiment, something meant to elicit a grin and nothing more. But as the words left his mouth, they felt different this time, almost as if they had…weight.
“Are you sure it’s love you feel?” she asked, a smile dancing along the corners of her mouth. Her eyes flicked down to his crotch. “Or something else entirely?”
“Now I know I’m in love,” he replied, the lust coursing through his veins. She was perfect. Fun. Bold. Smoking hot. And she was going to be his. All night long. He reached out and traced the curve of her cheek with his index finger. Her skin was flawless, warm and silky. “What’s your name?”
She paused and an odd little smile formed on her lips. “Does it matter?”
Normally it wouldn’t matter—in fact, there was no reason why it should matter, but for some reason it did matter. It mattered a lot. “Yes.”
Her smile changed, softened, and Trask was awestruck by just how simply beautiful she was. “Rena. My name is Rena.”
“Rena.” He liked the way it rolled off his tongue.
“And what about you?” she asked, leaning closer to him. He looked straight down into her very ample cleavage and took his time enjoying that magnificent view. His fingers itched to caress that soft skin, to feel the weight of her full, round breasts in his hands. “Do you have a name? Or should I just call you the sexy Darkman of my dreams?”
“I do like the sound of that.” He wondered if his presence was affecting her, making her more daring than she’d normally be or if this was just her nature. He had the power to inspire humans to say and do outrageous things simply by standing beside them. His gaze touched on her flamboyant red hair and he thought—hoped—that it was her and not a consequence of his influence. “But Trask is so much shorter and to the point.”
“Trask,” she said, and he had to admit, he liked the way his name sounded on her lips. He couldn’t wait to hear her scream it. Her eyes trailed over him, her gaze a provocative caress that sent hot, tingling ripples down his spine. “So, now that you’ve declared your love, what happens next?”
“Oh, you know, the usual.” He caught hold of a loose strand of her hair and twined it around his fingers. The tension between them rocketed up a few notches and he inhaled the essence of her arousal, breathing it deep into his body, relishing the flavor of her. “A whirlwind romance, storybook marriage, honeymoon in Paris.”
“Followed swiftly by a quickie divorce in Mexico, right?”
Her voice was tinged with unmistakable venom and the bitterness sliced through the hazy, plush cloud of their lust. Startled by the mental slap in the face, Trask dropped his hand back to his side. Darkness deepened around him as anger settled in. He did not like this turn of events at all. “What makes you think I’d do anything quick with you?”
“I see,” she said, and he watched her features soften as her mood shifted. Humans were so extraordinarily complex. He didn’t think he’d ever understand their ability to feel so much, so quickly and thoroughly, even when those emotions were completely contradictory. Demons were defined by their desires, embodiments of the thing they hungered after. There was never a reason for a demon to feel anything more than his driving need. Everything else just got in the way of the goal.
Her bitterness ebbed away, gone almost as quickly as it had come, and she favored him with a dazzling, flirtatious smile. “You’re a slow-and-steady kind of guy then?”
“Oh yes,” he said, returning her grin. “And I always win in the end.”
She laughed, a lovely, musical sound that tugged at his insides. She leaned into him, a whisper of space between them and he could feel the heat of her body on his skin. “Hmm,” she said, and bit down on her lower lip. Her fingers flitted over his collarbone. “I do like confidence.”
He caught her hand and brought it to his lips. “Then you’re definitely going to like me.” He pressed a kiss to the inside of her wrist and her excited pulse fluttered beneath his lips.
Filed under: News Tagged: A Matter of Lust, Blog Hop, Giveaway, Labor Day, Sexy Men, Summer
September 1, 2012
Saturday Video – Cooties
An important message for those of you going back to school. Protect yourself. Get inoculated now.
Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Back to School, Cooties, Just for Fun, PSA, Saturday Video
