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Moonlight and Merlot

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

*****

"You don't have to go," Nick said as he watched Lela get dressed. He adjusted the pillows behind his head and settled back against them. His body was still warm and languid from their lovemaking and he could smell her scent on his skin. What he wanted more than anything was to take hold of her and drag back into bed, but she had been steadfast in her desire to leave.

Lela rolled her eyes at him and he couldn't help but smile. "I told you, I have to go see Phoebe." She pulled on her jeans and bounced up and down as she tugged them on. "Something's…" She tilted her head to the side and appeared to be listening to something only she could hear. "Something's not right."

"I could have told you something wasn't right with Phoebe," he grumbled.

Lela threw a sock at him that he caught one-handed and then she went back to gathering her clothes. "I really need to go see her, Nick," she said, turning her back to him to fasten her bra. "I have a really bad feeling."

Nick glanced at the clock. "It's not even noon," he said, and tossed the covers aside to climb out of bed. Lela bent over to retrieve her shoe and he wrapped his arms around her waist. He kissed the nape of her neck, her throat. "Phoebe's not going to be awake yet." He pulled her tighter against him, enjoying the way she squirmed in his arms. He felt her heartbeat quicken when he cupped her breasts in his hands. "You can go over there later," he said, nibbling on her ear. "An hour." He swallowed hard as she rubbed against him, the delightful friction heating his blood. "Make that two hours."

Lela laughed and let him kiss and fondle her, but just went he thought he might have won her over, when he thought she might actually be convinced to stay for a little while longer, she wriggled out of his arms and out of his reach.

"I have to go, Nick," she said, and he could see the near desperation in her green eyes.

"Okay," he sighed. "Go." He gave her a quick smile to tell her that it was okay. "I'll see you later tonight."

"What are you going to do today?" she asked as she finished getting dressed.

"I don't know," he said, sitting down on the bed. "I don't have to be at the Diner, so maybe I'll take a ride or something."

"That sounds nice," she said. She flashed him a wide, sexy smile. "So, are you going to walk me out or what?"

"Sure," he said, reaching for his jeans. "I'll walk you out."

[Until next Tuesday…]

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Check out other great serial stories at TUESDAY SERIAL. There is a lot of really great writing out there!

Filed under: Moonlight and Merlot Tagged: Free Read, Moonlight and Merlot, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Soap Opera, Weekly Serial

Hot Men Nice Ass Edition, PART I

Since there were so many fine examples of truly superior asses, I had to break up this edition into two posts so that you all may fully benefit from all of my hours of hard work, scouring the Internet for the finest examples of male beauty.

I do it all for you.

Part II will post next Monday!

Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Nearly Naked, Nice Ass, Rear View, Sexy, Sexy Men

Six Sentence Sunday

I am currently working on the edits for my Christmas Quickie, Santa's Sleeping Beauty, and I originally intended to post an excerpt from it this week. But then I learned my novella, Sculpting a Demon, was in the running for Book of the Week from the Whipped Cream – The Long and the Short of It reviews.

This is my first published book, my baby, you know? I'm so excited that they thought it was good enough to be entered into the Book of the Week competition. I am really honored.

So, to celebrate this fantastic news, I present six sexy sentences from Sculpting a Demon for your reading pleasure.

"The shower you keep talking about seems interesting. I thought I might join you," he said, his lips curling in a shameless grin, a playful gleam in his eyes.

She was certain he could make the shower very interesting indeed, but the morning had been so crazy, so incredibly mind-blowing, she really needed to get away from him for a little while, have a quiet moment alone to think. To figure out what exactly she was going to with her newfound, very-yummy demon. Fucking his brains out for days on end was tempting but hardly a viable solution. She put her hand on his chest and solid muscle rippled beneath her fingers.

If you would, please take a few seconds of your time and vote. I really, really appreciate your support!

Please vote:

WHIPPED CREAM BOOK OF THE WEEK

As always, check out the OFFICIAL SITE for all of this week's excerpts. Every week it gets bigger and better!

Filed under: Six Sentence Sunday Tagged: Book of the Week, Erotic Romance, Paranormal Romance, Sculpting a Demon, Six Sentence Sunday, Whipped Cream

Saturday Video – This is Halloween

Halloween and Stephen King  – two of my most favorite things

Filed under: Saturday Video Tagged: Halloween, Horror, It, Marilyn Manson, Pet Cemetery, Saturday Video, Stephen King

Voting for Book of the Week

I am so very excited to announce that Sculpting a Demon has been nominated for Book of the Week from the Whipped Cream The Long and Short of It Reviews!!!!

You can read the full review here: Sculpting a Demon Review

Please lend your support and cast your vote for Sculpting a Demon right here:

WHIPPED CREAM BOOK OF THE WEEK

Thanks!

 

Filed under: Writing Tagged: Book of the Week, Lisa Fox, Review, Sculpting a Demon, Vote, Whipped Cream

The Softer Side of the Goddess

Every once in a while, Goddess Karen stops by to tell us all a little story.

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THE SOFTER SIDE OF THE GODDESS

by GODDESS KAREN

The Persona known as Goddess Karen was not always a raging domina. In fact, when my experimentation began 15 years ago I was actually the submissive – hence why I know what the subs want. I meandered through my journals as I sometimes do and found essays I'd written in those years that I wanted to share on this blog. Purple prose or beatific musings? You be the judge. And yes, I know I do love my adverbs.

*Sex*

My lover bites me. Our coupling, if not always delightfully rough, always keeps me anticipating more. The recollection of sex with him is a constant strum in the back of my mind – a grounding mantra by necessity, or it would drive me mad.

Finding some reaffirmation in goading myself, I deliberately heighten the ever present sexual tension. He smokes the cigarette I hold to his lips, the lips that have sucked my womanhood to zenith many times. Tenderly tucking his gauzy shirt in the waistband of his jeans, I wonder: what unearthly craven need makes me want to devour my darklove just from touching his waistline? Heed the masochistic desire that presses all air from my core. Rapture.

Grounding mantra or no, chords of my complete primal chemistry with him seize me at inopportune times: the bakery, at a bridge railing, beside him on the tram. These are the crazy madlust moments that make outsiders shackles, inhibiting action. I am in want of him & it's nearly choking me. Then it is the my flushed face and buzzing head pressed against his leather front, unable to cope. Overcome in witness of all the other passengers on the tram. The rude overhead light is all they have to warm them on their journeys home.

He understands, my devil. He strokes my hair and tells me we will be home soon.

 

Filed under: Guest Blogger Tagged: Domina, Domination, Dominatrix, Erotica, Flash Fiction, Goddess Karen, Submission

Before It's Too Late…

Halloween is coming and we all know what that means.

Zombies. Lots and lots of zombies.

With the zombie apocalypse just around the corner, it really is in your best interest to let your loved ones know how you feel before they become moaning masses of mindless brain eaters.

That's why you should send them a card. Here is the one I picked out just for you.

And I mean it too.

You can get your own card at  IF YOU WERE A ZOMBIE.com

Do not let the season pass without letting the people in your life know you love them while they are not yet zombies and can still understand things like words and sentiments. Who knows, maybe somewhere in their zombie infested minds they will remember your kindness and hesitate for just a moment which might give you precious seconds to escape their unbridled hunger.

Filed under: Ramblings Tagged: Card, Halloween, Humor, Just for Fun, Zombie Apocalypse, Zombies

It's Editing Time Again!

I just got the first round of edits for my Christmas Quickie, Santa's Sleeping Beauty!

I'm actually rather excited about starting them. I don't really mind editing and fortunately I haven't yet run into any situations where I am totally stuck or totally disagree with my editor.

The thing about editing though is that it highlights (usually in bright yellow and/or red) all the silly, stupid mistakes I've made in a manuscript. Especially things I've totally overlooked, or even worse, hadn't even bothered to contemplate. Things like, "When exactly did her panties come off?" or "Are you sure you want to use throbbing again?"

These things get fixed thanks to the levelheadedness and sharp eye of my editor so I don't come off as a total idiot, but I can't help but feel a little embarrassed every time I open the document and see all of my oversights, the misused words, the repetitions.

At least I didn't use delicious around 500,000 times in this manuscript. I successfully took it down a notch and only managed to slip it in once every 500 words or so.

Filed under: Writing Tagged: Christmas, Editing, Ellora's Cave, Santa's Sleeping Beauty, Writing

Moonlight and Merlot

The continuing saga of the lives, loves and heartbreaks of the residents of Dion Valley, CA.

As with all the best things in life, this is for adults only.

*****

Phoebe dragged herself out of bed and wobbled her way to the main staircase. It occurred to her that she was a total wreck and maybe she should have brushed her hair or something. It always paid to be pretty. And Zach had never really seen her un-pretty. She wondered if maybe it was a bad idea to go down to him looking the way she did.

The world tilted and Phoebe grasped her throbbing head, panting heavily while she waited for the vertigo to pass. "Fuck that," she muttered, clutching the banister. Getting pretty would require far too much effort and she was completely not in the mood for any kind of effort this morning. Zach was just going to have to deal.

She stumbled into the living room and offered Zach her most pathetic, woeful face. He would give her the sympathy she deserved. Unlike everyone else in this cursed house. He would make her feel better. Her Zack. He was such a good boyfriend. Maybe she could even get him to carry her back to her bed, help her put her feet up on warm pillows, fix her tea and crackers and feed them to her bit by bit while making soothing noises and paying total attention to her every  need, want, desire and…

"Phoebe?" Zach said, jumping to his feet. He immediately crossed the room and took her into his arms.

"Zach," she moaned, allowing herself to fall into his embrace, giving over all her weight to him.

"Phoebe, what happened to you?" he asked, holding her close.

He kissed the top of head and stroked her back and Phoebe smiled. This was exactly what she needed. "Oh, Zach, it's so awful. I'm so miserable." She sobbed against his shoulder because she was miserable. Her head felt like a marching band was stomping its way around in there and stomach was flipping like a goddamn cheap amusement ride.

"Phoebe, what happened?" he asked again and she knew from the tone of his voice it was time to stop whimpering and tell him something.

"I don't really know," she said, looking up at him through her tears. She hadn't meant to cry, but now that she allowed a few tears to run down her cheeks she saw no reason not to go with it. "The last thing I remember was going to the Diner and then…" She lifted her hand and then let it fall weakly back by her side. "And then nothing."

"The Diner?" Zach said, his voice dangerously soft.

Phoebe nodded and brushed her tears away. The Diner was unimportant, didn't he realize that? Why was he caring about the stupid Diner when she was practically dying in his arms? "And now my head is pounding and I feel weak and yucky and –"

Zach gripped her shoulders tightly and Phoebe frowned. Didn't he realize he should be treating her gently? That she was frail for god's sake?

"You went to the Diner and then you can't remember?" Zach paused and Phoebe did not like the look on his face at all. "Did you see Nick?"

"Yeah," she said. Clearly he was not getting what his role should be in this touching little scene. As usual, she was going to have to spell it out for him. "I –"

"You went to the Diner, saw Nick, and now you can't remember anything."

"Yes," she hissed, completely frustrated with him. What the hell did Nick-fucking-Castle matter when she was in pain? Couldn't he see that she needed attention? Comfort? Pampering?

"I'm going to fucking kill him," Zack said.

Phoebe blinked hard trying to grasp the meaning of his words when it hit her with such force and clarity it nearly knocked her off her feet. Zack thought that Nick had…

Phoebe smiled. The morning had suddenly become much more interesting.

[Until next Tuesday…]

Filed under: Moonlight and Merlot Tagged: Free Read, Moonlight and Merlot, Paranormal Romance, Romance, Soap Opera, Weekly Serial

Hot Men Rub A Dub Dub Edition

Hot Men in tubs

Filed under: Hot Men Tagged: Bath, Rub A Dub Dub, Sexy, Sexy Men, Tub