Liz Crowe's Blog, page 39
October 19, 2011
Wet Wednesday
Wet as in SMOKING HOT and a teensy taste of The Tap Room, my choose your romance novel now available!
I will excerpt for the next four Wednesdays, and offer a prize of a book from The Brewing Passion backlist to One Lucky Commenter....and hopefully tantalize you enough to make a purchase!
Early on Erin is taking a little trip down memory lane with Trent, her business partner and former lover from many years before.....
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"Dear God, Erin, I have wanted to do this…" He came up for air and held her face in his hands. She shook her head. This was wrong. Too much had passed between them. They did not need any added complications. But what her mind insisted, her body effectively ignored. She felt greedy, wanting his once-familiar hands all over her again, right now. But she tried to move away, just to gain a little perspective."Trent, seriously stop." Her whisper was weak. Erin knew it. She hesitantly put her palms on his shoulders to push him away, but Trent's gaze darkened, not with anger but with passion. At just shy of five-feet-eight inches, she was not that much shorter than he was; they fit together nicely, just like she remembered. He fisted his hands in her hair and brought her lips back to his, which he caressed with his tongue, again. She felt a tell-tale dampness in her jeans at the memory of other talents he had with his tongue and shifted when he shoved his leg between hers to allow her some contact. She hiked one leg up and around him. He kept his mouth on hers, demanding and greedy himself, and then reversed their positions so she had her back against the bar."No, we can't," she muttered against his neck as his hand made its way down to cup her breast under the thin T-shirt. They'd switched the air conditioning off in hopes of saving some money on utilities and the room was heating up. Sweat dripped between her shoulder blades, and she could taste the salt on his skin. Erin sighed."What? Bored already? Why are you fighting this so hard, Erin?" He ran a finger down her face. "I haven't forgotten how good we were…once." Erin bit her lip and shook her head. But her body's need for his won out. She threaded her fingers in his dark hair. "Shut up and kiss me some more." He obliged her but slower this time, lingering over her lips, dipping his tongue in, teasing. He made a satisfied sound deep in his throat and popped the button on her jeans. Her brain fuzzed over. An alarm bell sounded in her head but she maneuvered so he had better access. It was eight on a Sunday night, she hadn't yet locked the door, and a huge nasty mess of beer was dripping down her wall. Trent's fingers found the edge of her panties."Mmmm," he murmured against her lips. "I remember this now."She grinned. "Yeah, me too. Now less talk, more action." She shifted again, so he could reach down farther, and she gasped when he plunged two fingers into her wet depths.Her knees went weak at his touch, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. It had been weeks—hell, maybe months—since her husband had laid a hand on her. Their passion for each other got a daily dousing ever since she agreed to join this venture—Bradley preferred her home, out of the limelight, at his side handling the usual details of his life. She hadn't realized until this exact moment how much she missed a man's touch on her skin, or how horny she was. Her pussy clenched, and she shuddered against Trent's chest."Damn, sorry. I'm sort of pent-up, I guess," she whispered before he covered her lips with his. His familiar, easy way with her body was so comfortable it was like coming home. He broke away and smiled at her. "That was the goal, dear. Now let's see if I remember how you like this.".....He turned her around to face the bar.
Whew! Need a cold shower yet kids?
Leave me a comment....win a prize!Buy The Tap Room here: All Romance EBooks AmazonBookstrandBreathless Press1 Place for Romance
I will excerpt for the next four Wednesdays, and offer a prize of a book from The Brewing Passion backlist to One Lucky Commenter....and hopefully tantalize you enough to make a purchase!
Early on Erin is taking a little trip down memory lane with Trent, her business partner and former lover from many years before.....
[image error]
"Dear God, Erin, I have wanted to do this…" He came up for air and held her face in his hands. She shook her head. This was wrong. Too much had passed between them. They did not need any added complications. But what her mind insisted, her body effectively ignored. She felt greedy, wanting his once-familiar hands all over her again, right now. But she tried to move away, just to gain a little perspective."Trent, seriously stop." Her whisper was weak. Erin knew it. She hesitantly put her palms on his shoulders to push him away, but Trent's gaze darkened, not with anger but with passion. At just shy of five-feet-eight inches, she was not that much shorter than he was; they fit together nicely, just like she remembered. He fisted his hands in her hair and brought her lips back to his, which he caressed with his tongue, again. She felt a tell-tale dampness in her jeans at the memory of other talents he had with his tongue and shifted when he shoved his leg between hers to allow her some contact. She hiked one leg up and around him. He kept his mouth on hers, demanding and greedy himself, and then reversed their positions so she had her back against the bar."No, we can't," she muttered against his neck as his hand made its way down to cup her breast under the thin T-shirt. They'd switched the air conditioning off in hopes of saving some money on utilities and the room was heating up. Sweat dripped between her shoulder blades, and she could taste the salt on his skin. Erin sighed."What? Bored already? Why are you fighting this so hard, Erin?" He ran a finger down her face. "I haven't forgotten how good we were…once." Erin bit her lip and shook her head. But her body's need for his won out. She threaded her fingers in his dark hair. "Shut up and kiss me some more." He obliged her but slower this time, lingering over her lips, dipping his tongue in, teasing. He made a satisfied sound deep in his throat and popped the button on her jeans. Her brain fuzzed over. An alarm bell sounded in her head but she maneuvered so he had better access. It was eight on a Sunday night, she hadn't yet locked the door, and a huge nasty mess of beer was dripping down her wall. Trent's fingers found the edge of her panties."Mmmm," he murmured against her lips. "I remember this now."She grinned. "Yeah, me too. Now less talk, more action." She shifted again, so he could reach down farther, and she gasped when he plunged two fingers into her wet depths.Her knees went weak at his touch, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders. It had been weeks—hell, maybe months—since her husband had laid a hand on her. Their passion for each other got a daily dousing ever since she agreed to join this venture—Bradley preferred her home, out of the limelight, at his side handling the usual details of his life. She hadn't realized until this exact moment how much she missed a man's touch on her skin, or how horny she was. Her pussy clenched, and she shuddered against Trent's chest."Damn, sorry. I'm sort of pent-up, I guess," she whispered before he covered her lips with his. His familiar, easy way with her body was so comfortable it was like coming home. He broke away and smiled at her. "That was the goal, dear. Now let's see if I remember how you like this.".....He turned her around to face the bar.
Whew! Need a cold shower yet kids?
Leave me a comment....win a prize!Buy The Tap Room here: All Romance EBooks AmazonBookstrandBreathless Press1 Place for Romance
October 18, 2011
Across the Beer Bar with Jessica Subject!
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Welcome to my Beer Bar Jessica!
What can I pour you to start?
Thanks for having me here Liz! I must admit that I normally don't drink beer, but I'm willing to try almost anything once. Do you have anything fruity?Shakes fist at the heavens....NO! Jesus. I know, I'm biased. Sorry.Ok, how about one of the beers I actually brewed: Wench's West Side Wheat. a little lighter in body, still pretty hoppy (bitter) and made by mine own hands--well as much as my brewer let's me get my hands on it anyways.
Your books have a real "ET" sorta vibe to them. What made you inspired to write "alien love stories?"
I started writing a superhero book for my daughter - we're big superhero fans in my house - to encourage her to read. And since my favorite superhero is Superman, my characters were automatically aliens. Eventually, I took out the character's super powers, added sexual tension and more. ;) Needless to say, the story became unsuitable for my daughter to read. And since then, the alien romances (or science fiction romances) have just come to paper easier for me. Even my contemporary erotic romance, Beneath the Starry Sky has a scifi twist to it.
What was the first book you got published?That would be Celestial Seduction, my science fiction romance which is a part of Decadent Publishing's popular 1 Night Stand series. Here's the blurb: [image error]
This sounds pretty cool to me....I'll admit I've never tried a Sci Fi Sexy book but yours will likely be the first.
What is your favorite book you've had published?Well, Celestial Seduction is the only story I've had published and will always hold a place in my heart for that reason, but I have three others contracted. The first story I ever wrote was The Zurian Child, now contracted with Silver Publishing. Also, Unknown Futures is the first F/F romance I had contracted. I'm sure there will be many more firsts along the way and each will earn their own special place. I guess that was like asking me to pick my favorite child.Congrats on the contract with Silver! I hear a lot of good things about them. And of course you know I love Decadent...
Wow--you drank that fast...what's next?Yes, another first for me. I think this time I'll try your pumpkin brew.Good choice---it's amazing.
You are Canadian, eh? I am proudly Canadian, and I do say eh a lot. :)Do you love hockey? My favorite hockey team is the Ottawa Senators, although I'm not an obsessed fan or anything. I've been a fan since the team started, mostly because I refused to be a Toronto fan like my father and brother. And I just happened to have a crush on Alexander Daigle at the time.bummer...Go Red Wings.. (although Hockey is right above "golf" as far as favorite sports for me....I hate a sport where I can NEVER EVER see the ball/puck.)
Bacon? I do like bacon, but I don't eat it all that often. I eat Canadian (or peameal) bacon very rarely.Can you pronounce the word "About" properly?About - LOL I don't pronounce it 'a-boot'. And a roof is a roof, not a ruff. The word that I laugh about all the time is foyer. I grew up pronouncing the 'er' like a long a. That could be the french influence though.What makes you distinctly Canadian?I don't think there's anything that makes me distinctly Canadian. I listen to some Canadian music and watch some Canadian television shows, but we're very influenced by American culture up here. I do find though that for television shows, I prefer those based in New York or the Northern states that get snow, as I can relate to them more.
In my writing though, I usually have a story set in Canada or a character from Canada.
What are you reading right now?Blown Away by D.L. Jackson. It is two scifi romance/military novellas filled with action, tension and lots of hot sex, everything I love in a story.
Do you have a "day job" other than handling mom chores? Don't get me wrong--that IS the most draining and under-appreciated "day job" there is--I know, I've done it. Just wondering if you try and fit anything else in around kids and writing.LOL, I have more kids. I provide day care to a couple of other families. It definitely keeps me busy. Cool. When my first 2 were small and I still did marketing for an Art Center I had a lovely home-based day care provider. She is still a good friend even after all these years.
Do aliens have sex like humans?My aliens do. LOL Although there is much speculation, no one knows what life on other planets looks like. In alien romances, I find it easier to enjoy the sex scenes if I can related to them, in both reading and writing them. I'm still not quite sure what to do with tentacles. I can think of a few things, but I can't see myself wanting to get it on with those aliens.Good call. That whole "hook up the tails" thing in Avatar....weird. Unsexy.
How do you promote your books?There are so many ways. I'm lucky enough to have so many author friends, including yourself, willing to host me on their blogs. I also have my own blog and post on my publisher's blog. I participate in Six Sentence Sunday, am on twitter, facebook, goodreads, and google+. I also hold contests.
Speaking of which, I'd like to offer an ebook copy of Celestial Seduction. I will choose the winner using Random.org from anyone who leaves a comment on this post. The contest will end (two days from the post day) and is international.
Ok, a nightcap--what's your poison?First of all, thank you so much Liz for having me! Oh, I'm already tipsy. Yes, it doesn't take much. I'll have whatever, but someone's going to have to help me to a cab when I'm done.Lightweights...I'm surrounded by lightweights. Makes me feel like a lush. But that's ok. I'll train you kids up right.
Thrilled to have you Jessica! Good luck with all your releases....Here is some pretty cover art....
and don't forget about the contest kids!Follow Jessica on her blog:http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/
cheersLiz
What can I pour you to start?
Thanks for having me here Liz! I must admit that I normally don't drink beer, but I'm willing to try almost anything once. Do you have anything fruity?Shakes fist at the heavens....NO! Jesus. I know, I'm biased. Sorry.Ok, how about one of the beers I actually brewed: Wench's West Side Wheat. a little lighter in body, still pretty hoppy (bitter) and made by mine own hands--well as much as my brewer let's me get my hands on it anyways.
Your books have a real "ET" sorta vibe to them. What made you inspired to write "alien love stories?"
I started writing a superhero book for my daughter - we're big superhero fans in my house - to encourage her to read. And since my favorite superhero is Superman, my characters were automatically aliens. Eventually, I took out the character's super powers, added sexual tension and more. ;) Needless to say, the story became unsuitable for my daughter to read. And since then, the alien romances (or science fiction romances) have just come to paper easier for me. Even my contemporary erotic romance, Beneath the Starry Sky has a scifi twist to it.
What was the first book you got published?That would be Celestial Seduction, my science fiction romance which is a part of Decadent Publishing's popular 1 Night Stand series. Here's the blurb: [image error]
At the end of his obligated commitment to the Space Service, Frey Berger decides to stay on Earth to further experience human emotions rather than return to Ginnun where his intended has already mated with another. Looking for real love and someone to accept him for what he is, Frey enlists in Madame Evangeline's popular dating service. Although he does not understand the concept of a one-night stand, he hopes to find his perfect mate.
Carrie Cooper's husband divorced her for someone who could provide him with children, leaving her with little self-confidence and no desire to let a man hurt her again. Her best friend convinces her to join a dating service, claiming Carrie needs to get laid, while not winding up with a broken heart since her date requires no commitment after the night is over.
Although several misunderstandings nearly derail them before the date has even begun, Carrie and Frey end up becoming closer than they ever believed possible. Still, Frey will need to convince Carrie that her perfect mate isn't human at all, and that one night can lead
to a forever love.
This sounds pretty cool to me....I'll admit I've never tried a Sci Fi Sexy book but yours will likely be the first.
What is your favorite book you've had published?Well, Celestial Seduction is the only story I've had published and will always hold a place in my heart for that reason, but I have three others contracted. The first story I ever wrote was The Zurian Child, now contracted with Silver Publishing. Also, Unknown Futures is the first F/F romance I had contracted. I'm sure there will be many more firsts along the way and each will earn their own special place. I guess that was like asking me to pick my favorite child.Congrats on the contract with Silver! I hear a lot of good things about them. And of course you know I love Decadent...
Wow--you drank that fast...what's next?Yes, another first for me. I think this time I'll try your pumpkin brew.Good choice---it's amazing.
You are Canadian, eh? I am proudly Canadian, and I do say eh a lot. :)Do you love hockey? My favorite hockey team is the Ottawa Senators, although I'm not an obsessed fan or anything. I've been a fan since the team started, mostly because I refused to be a Toronto fan like my father and brother. And I just happened to have a crush on Alexander Daigle at the time.bummer...Go Red Wings.. (although Hockey is right above "golf" as far as favorite sports for me....I hate a sport where I can NEVER EVER see the ball/puck.)
Bacon? I do like bacon, but I don't eat it all that often. I eat Canadian (or peameal) bacon very rarely.Can you pronounce the word "About" properly?About - LOL I don't pronounce it 'a-boot'. And a roof is a roof, not a ruff. The word that I laugh about all the time is foyer. I grew up pronouncing the 'er' like a long a. That could be the french influence though.What makes you distinctly Canadian?I don't think there's anything that makes me distinctly Canadian. I listen to some Canadian music and watch some Canadian television shows, but we're very influenced by American culture up here. I do find though that for television shows, I prefer those based in New York or the Northern states that get snow, as I can relate to them more.
In my writing though, I usually have a story set in Canada or a character from Canada.
What are you reading right now?Blown Away by D.L. Jackson. It is two scifi romance/military novellas filled with action, tension and lots of hot sex, everything I love in a story.
Do you have a "day job" other than handling mom chores? Don't get me wrong--that IS the most draining and under-appreciated "day job" there is--I know, I've done it. Just wondering if you try and fit anything else in around kids and writing.LOL, I have more kids. I provide day care to a couple of other families. It definitely keeps me busy. Cool. When my first 2 were small and I still did marketing for an Art Center I had a lovely home-based day care provider. She is still a good friend even after all these years.
Do aliens have sex like humans?My aliens do. LOL Although there is much speculation, no one knows what life on other planets looks like. In alien romances, I find it easier to enjoy the sex scenes if I can related to them, in both reading and writing them. I'm still not quite sure what to do with tentacles. I can think of a few things, but I can't see myself wanting to get it on with those aliens.Good call. That whole "hook up the tails" thing in Avatar....weird. Unsexy.
How do you promote your books?There are so many ways. I'm lucky enough to have so many author friends, including yourself, willing to host me on their blogs. I also have my own blog and post on my publisher's blog. I participate in Six Sentence Sunday, am on twitter, facebook, goodreads, and google+. I also hold contests.
Speaking of which, I'd like to offer an ebook copy of Celestial Seduction. I will choose the winner using Random.org from anyone who leaves a comment on this post. The contest will end (two days from the post day) and is international.
Ok, a nightcap--what's your poison?First of all, thank you so much Liz for having me! Oh, I'm already tipsy. Yes, it doesn't take much. I'll have whatever, but someone's going to have to help me to a cab when I'm done.Lightweights...I'm surrounded by lightweights. Makes me feel like a lush. But that's ok. I'll train you kids up right.
Thrilled to have you Jessica! Good luck with all your releases....Here is some pretty cover art....
and don't forget about the contest kids!Follow Jessica on her blog:http://www.markofthestars.com/wp/
cheersLiz
October 16, 2011
RAWR! Player Conference....a Claw Mark Six
Greetings and welcome back!
We are gonna take a break from The Tap Room a few weeks and visit one of my other new releases. A short story that was included in the Rebel Ink Press CLAW MARK ANTHOLOGY just last week!
Jess has lost a husband but seemingly gained an admirer in her daughter's hot soccer coach....
Six Starts here
She'd been struggling to keep from curling up in a corner and whimpering for hours every day in the early weeks. The soccer schedule coerced her out of the house driving Ella and two or three of her teammates the forty minutes out to the Detroit suburbs for practices. In truth, the activity made her realize the sun actually came up, set and rose again, in spite of the fact David no longer slept beside her. The concept of some exotic new coach in charge barely registered as she trudged around the field, ipod plugged into her ears,tears running down her face.
When she finally looked up and saw what all the fuss was about, he nearly melted her fillings. A six foot-four-inch man/boy soccer playing treat, his skin glowed light brown and his eyes....Jess shook her head at the memory of her first hard look at him.
Claw Marks--A Cougar AnthologyFrom Rebel Ink Press.Available now.
We are gonna take a break from The Tap Room a few weeks and visit one of my other new releases. A short story that was included in the Rebel Ink Press CLAW MARK ANTHOLOGY just last week!
Jess has lost a husband but seemingly gained an admirer in her daughter's hot soccer coach....
Six Starts here
She'd been struggling to keep from curling up in a corner and whimpering for hours every day in the early weeks. The soccer schedule coerced her out of the house driving Ella and two or three of her teammates the forty minutes out to the Detroit suburbs for practices. In truth, the activity made her realize the sun actually came up, set and rose again, in spite of the fact David no longer slept beside her. The concept of some exotic new coach in charge barely registered as she trudged around the field, ipod plugged into her ears,tears running down her face.
When she finally looked up and saw what all the fuss was about, he nearly melted her fillings. A six foot-four-inch man/boy soccer playing treat, his skin glowed light brown and his eyes....Jess shook her head at the memory of her first hard look at him.
Claw Marks--A Cougar AnthologyFrom Rebel Ink Press.Available now.
October 14, 2011
COUGAR MUCH? We do...
My short story: Player Conference, was just released from Rebel Ink Press as part of their CLAW MARKS COUGAR ANTHOLOGY last week.
I've asked several of my fellow Claw Mark Rebels to give me what they consider their Ten Best Lines from their own cougar story. See what YOU think...
Player ConferenceBy Liz Crowe
Jess just stood and looked at him. Without a single word she watched her hand reach out to release his hair, bound with a thin leather tie, like she'd dreamed of doing for weeks. Weeks spent watching him from the sidelines, hearing his Portuguese-tinged English shouts of encouragement and criticism to the team, noting how his club shorts cupped his ass. Then, later, all the chat, the phone sex, it all led to this moment. How or why he'd singled her out she had no idea, but it was something she knew she needed. He'd said so himself. The memory of his strong hands on her body that night she'd kissed him, drunk on gin and sorrow, reaching out for anything and anyone willing to hold her, rose up. She nearly backed away for fear of another rejection. But her hand still moved of its own accord, releasing his hair in a dark ebony waterfall.
Checkmate! By SammyJo HUNT "I have a better idea of how I could teach you the game. And if you learn it my way, you'll never forget it."
Brown eyes rose and locked with deepest blue ones. Clint could see and almost feel the hunger in Bryan's deep-set windows to the man's soul. His heart skipped a beat then began to pound double-time, and a pink tongue flicked out nervously to wet his lips. With a suddenly dry mouth, Clint was unable to look away, couldn't breathe and didn't know if he cared to. A cold sweat broke across his brow and all he could think of, feel, and want in this moment was the touch of Bryan's body sliding tantalizingly up and down against his own.
Slowly, Clint brought his own hand up and rested it warmly down on top of the one grasping his thigh, silently accepting the offer. "I think maybe I'd like that . . ."
Carnal Awakeningsby Sara YorkNick shut the door and pressed her up against the wall, pulling her towel away."I don't care how old you are. You're beautiful. I've been watching you for the past few days and I've never been disappointed.""I'm thirty eight." Anna hated admitting her age. In five days she'd turn thirty-nine, this trip was an early birthday present to herself."That's still young.""How old are you?""I don't think it would be wise for you to focus on my age," Nick said.
Insatiable Kate
by Dawne Prochilo
He would lean her against the counter, spreading her legs slightly allowing his tongue to flicker her lips. Her essence overpowering, inviting him further. She'd place her hands on the back of his head guiding him deeper. His tongue hungrily lapping every drop of her as she pleaded with him to make her cum. He'd flick while his lips sucked every inch of her pussy.He'd slide his finger into her wetness causing her hips to react to his entrance. When she didn't fight, he'd slide a second finger in with ease while hips kept in rhythm with his combined wetness slithering down his fingers into his palm. Her essence irresistible.Although he'd never had the opportunity, Rome knew he'd bury his face deep between her legs, lapping ever drop of succus from her.
Something to Believe In by KT Bishop
Gabi emerged from the corner and locked her hands onto his shoulders. "Will you forget them? Just do your damn thing!"He realized she was the only one who supported him. Her glowing smile mesmerized him and made his cock hard. He was suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. "I'm sorry for acting like a jackass earlier."The sight of her hungry face thrust him into the moment and increased his sexual tension. He rubbed his hands through her long hair. "Let's talk this over at your place."She smiled and nodded.Excitement filled his face. "Lead the way and I'm there."
SPICY WHITE CHOCOLATECassandre Dayne
The Wednesday morning erotic book club affectionately called the Piranha Girls had met for about a year and in that period of time she learned more about saucy sex toys than she ever knew she wanted to.I want to fuck a boy in the middle of my restaurant over the steel table in the kitchen and then drag him to a bar stool where I can ride him hard like a wild beast.As the gorgeous man turned and moved, his hard body pressed against the tight confines of his clothing and she imagined his sexy body naked in all his glory standing under a cascading waterfall.She opened and closed her eyes and grinned as his were filled with such a desperate need that she wanted to do nothing more than drop to her knees and suck his cock right there in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of her restaurant. Paybacks are hell, sexy man and I think a touch of spicy white chocolate just might keep you in line as I teach you how to run a restaurant.UNWRAP MECassandra DayneHolding up the fuzzy red cuffs, he grinned mischievously and then jerked out the flogger.Every part of her body on fire, she could no longer breathe as she tried to collect her thoughts and focus, yet the savage beast caged for so many years forced its way to the surface.Suddenly she'd gone from upstanding art dealer to a shameless hussy in five minutes flat.But he was right, her body was screaming yes, wearing a huge beacon of lust as if it was strapped across her chest.As she set the bottle of Godiva chocolate sauce, raspberry jam, pure honey, chunky peanut butter, a jar of caramel and a huge container of marshmallow fluff and an equal sized can of whipped cream on the counter, Cristal felt tingles slicing into her cunt.
Fresh Meatby Marcos London
"You move from one of the most cultured cities in the United States to a town just outside of one of the few hubs of culture in this hick state and go native less than a month later. From California chic to Texas cliché."
***
He brushed his hand down her flat stomach and cupped her smooth bare mons, a quizzical look crossing his face.
Robin cupped the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his light brown hair, and drew his mouth to hers. The tip of her tongue grazed his upper lip. "Had to get rid of the gray."
Tempting Research
Sam Crescent
1) "If you want to take off your clothes and move onto the table?" He gestured as he turned around allowing her privacy.
2)He chuckled. "You're an erotic romance writer and you blush. That's so cute."
3)"Why should I stop?" His face was flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss.
4)He smiled. "My first time was with a cougar."
5)"I'm good with my hands."
6)"If I tell you what I like, will you tell me your secrets?" His hands rested on either side of her head.
7)She gasped as his teeth bit down on her neck. "I like what you're doing now."
8)"Have I helped inspire you?" he asked her.
9) "Touch yourself. I want to see you cum all over my cock."
10)"What can I say? I'm a right rebel at heart."
Whew! Are you worked up? Need a cold shower?
Why not just buy a copy instead?
Click here to purchase Claw Marks Anthology!
I've asked several of my fellow Claw Mark Rebels to give me what they consider their Ten Best Lines from their own cougar story. See what YOU think...
Player ConferenceBy Liz Crowe
Jess just stood and looked at him. Without a single word she watched her hand reach out to release his hair, bound with a thin leather tie, like she'd dreamed of doing for weeks. Weeks spent watching him from the sidelines, hearing his Portuguese-tinged English shouts of encouragement and criticism to the team, noting how his club shorts cupped his ass. Then, later, all the chat, the phone sex, it all led to this moment. How or why he'd singled her out she had no idea, but it was something she knew she needed. He'd said so himself. The memory of his strong hands on her body that night she'd kissed him, drunk on gin and sorrow, reaching out for anything and anyone willing to hold her, rose up. She nearly backed away for fear of another rejection. But her hand still moved of its own accord, releasing his hair in a dark ebony waterfall.
Checkmate! By SammyJo HUNT "I have a better idea of how I could teach you the game. And if you learn it my way, you'll never forget it."
Brown eyes rose and locked with deepest blue ones. Clint could see and almost feel the hunger in Bryan's deep-set windows to the man's soul. His heart skipped a beat then began to pound double-time, and a pink tongue flicked out nervously to wet his lips. With a suddenly dry mouth, Clint was unable to look away, couldn't breathe and didn't know if he cared to. A cold sweat broke across his brow and all he could think of, feel, and want in this moment was the touch of Bryan's body sliding tantalizingly up and down against his own.
Slowly, Clint brought his own hand up and rested it warmly down on top of the one grasping his thigh, silently accepting the offer. "I think maybe I'd like that . . ."
Carnal Awakeningsby Sara YorkNick shut the door and pressed her up against the wall, pulling her towel away."I don't care how old you are. You're beautiful. I've been watching you for the past few days and I've never been disappointed.""I'm thirty eight." Anna hated admitting her age. In five days she'd turn thirty-nine, this trip was an early birthday present to herself."That's still young.""How old are you?""I don't think it would be wise for you to focus on my age," Nick said.
Insatiable Kate
by Dawne Prochilo
He would lean her against the counter, spreading her legs slightly allowing his tongue to flicker her lips. Her essence overpowering, inviting him further. She'd place her hands on the back of his head guiding him deeper. His tongue hungrily lapping every drop of her as she pleaded with him to make her cum. He'd flick while his lips sucked every inch of her pussy.He'd slide his finger into her wetness causing her hips to react to his entrance. When she didn't fight, he'd slide a second finger in with ease while hips kept in rhythm with his combined wetness slithering down his fingers into his palm. Her essence irresistible.Although he'd never had the opportunity, Rome knew he'd bury his face deep between her legs, lapping ever drop of succus from her.
Something to Believe In by KT Bishop
Gabi emerged from the corner and locked her hands onto his shoulders. "Will you forget them? Just do your damn thing!"He realized she was the only one who supported him. Her glowing smile mesmerized him and made his cock hard. He was suddenly hit with a wave of emotions. "I'm sorry for acting like a jackass earlier."The sight of her hungry face thrust him into the moment and increased his sexual tension. He rubbed his hands through her long hair. "Let's talk this over at your place."She smiled and nodded.Excitement filled his face. "Lead the way and I'm there."
SPICY WHITE CHOCOLATECassandre Dayne
The Wednesday morning erotic book club affectionately called the Piranha Girls had met for about a year and in that period of time she learned more about saucy sex toys than she ever knew she wanted to.I want to fuck a boy in the middle of my restaurant over the steel table in the kitchen and then drag him to a bar stool where I can ride him hard like a wild beast.As the gorgeous man turned and moved, his hard body pressed against the tight confines of his clothing and she imagined his sexy body naked in all his glory standing under a cascading waterfall.She opened and closed her eyes and grinned as his were filled with such a desperate need that she wanted to do nothing more than drop to her knees and suck his cock right there in the middle of the afternoon, in the middle of her restaurant. Paybacks are hell, sexy man and I think a touch of spicy white chocolate just might keep you in line as I teach you how to run a restaurant.UNWRAP MECassandra DayneHolding up the fuzzy red cuffs, he grinned mischievously and then jerked out the flogger.Every part of her body on fire, she could no longer breathe as she tried to collect her thoughts and focus, yet the savage beast caged for so many years forced its way to the surface.Suddenly she'd gone from upstanding art dealer to a shameless hussy in five minutes flat.But he was right, her body was screaming yes, wearing a huge beacon of lust as if it was strapped across her chest.As she set the bottle of Godiva chocolate sauce, raspberry jam, pure honey, chunky peanut butter, a jar of caramel and a huge container of marshmallow fluff and an equal sized can of whipped cream on the counter, Cristal felt tingles slicing into her cunt.
Fresh Meatby Marcos London
"You move from one of the most cultured cities in the United States to a town just outside of one of the few hubs of culture in this hick state and go native less than a month later. From California chic to Texas cliché."
***
He brushed his hand down her flat stomach and cupped her smooth bare mons, a quizzical look crossing his face.
Robin cupped the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his light brown hair, and drew his mouth to hers. The tip of her tongue grazed his upper lip. "Had to get rid of the gray."
Tempting Research
Sam Crescent
1) "If you want to take off your clothes and move onto the table?" He gestured as he turned around allowing her privacy.
2)He chuckled. "You're an erotic romance writer and you blush. That's so cute."
3)"Why should I stop?" His face was flushed, his lips swollen from the kiss.
4)He smiled. "My first time was with a cougar."
5)"I'm good with my hands."
6)"If I tell you what I like, will you tell me your secrets?" His hands rested on either side of her head.
7)She gasped as his teeth bit down on her neck. "I like what you're doing now."
8)"Have I helped inspire you?" he asked her.
9) "Touch yourself. I want to see you cum all over my cock."
10)"What can I say? I'm a right rebel at heart."
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October 13, 2011
Bikram Yoga and the Creative Process: The Wind Removing Pose
For you uninitiated,
BIKRAM
refers to a guy, Bikram Choudhury who some say is the greediest damn Buddhist on the planet.
He invented this very structured 26 postures to be practiced in a melt your face hot room program in specific order, with exact, repetitive verbal cues, patented it and proceeded to charge an embarrassingly large sum of money for people to purchase franchises and to simply endure the torture.
I for one, heartily endorse this smells-like-the-inside-of-a-soccer-bag experience. It's been called "Hot Box Yoga" "Sweaty yoga" "Yoga for Type-A's" among other things. It is one of the FEW ways yours truly can totally and completely let go of my own inner head writing, sales worrying, promo-planning self and just, well, suffer.
The progress, to my mind, is similar to the creation of a book.
You start (do the breathing and "warm up" postures). You are HIGH on life, on yourself, your abilities and your overall amazingness. You could do this EVERY DAMN DAY, do you hear me? You are just these many words shy of a best seller, and a movie deal.
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You hit 1/3 through, have balanced on one leg through 3 postures and are about to become a triangle (the "pinnacle of the standing series").
You've written the end of your MS. You're reading through and handling your critique partners gentle yet firm commentary. You doubt yourself. You're on the verge of tears most of the time. You suck, you're fat and you should just do everyone a favor and walk out/stop pretending you can write.
Floor series time: Whew what a relief. You get a brief respite. You're ACE at "dead body pose." You are relaxing, breathing, and "in the room" as the practice leader demands. You can stretch your hips and flex your revision muscle beautifully. This just might work.
By the time you've accomplished the "spine strengthening series" your entire psyche is one big wet noodle. You're near tears again, pissed and frustrated and sick to death of yourself. If you have to read through that lame, asinine story one more time you will kill someone with your bare hands and a red editing pen. If you have to hear "Complete Relax" once more from the stupid twat at the front of the room you will go after her like a spider monkey.
Holy shit you want me to do WHAT? Bend back HOW FAR? on my fucking KNEES? are you CRAZY? how many kids do you think this body has had? how many miles has it run, walked? There is NO WAY you are about to revise or add or completely rework that entire middle part of the story. That is patently insane.
Ah....The final spinal...twisting one's spine "like a pearl necklace" where in you try to keep from sniggering like a 13 year old. The home stretch, truly. There is not one square inch of your body NOT sweating. There is not one brain cell not completely saturated by the story that seemed destined for greatness. Can you stand it? Will you finish?
The breathing, the final Savasana. and when the leader whispers "Namaste" at the end you clench your jaw and hold back the GO TO HELL that you really want to blurt into the stinky ass room.
But you breathe, you lay there, you let the slowly cooling air wind around and over you.
You polish, you submit and you start all over again. The very next day.
You shower, you drink water, and you return. The very next day.
Because you must.
Two years ago I lost 45 pounds doing Bikram 4-5 times a week and eating very little in the way of refined sugar. I have never felt more powerful, sexier or in control.
After spending the past year opening and running a successful craft beer business, I've fallen off both wagons, regained 25 of the pounds and feel, in a word, lame.
I've re-committed myself to the program, am on day 3 and just wanted to share some of the journey with you.
Namaste (or as I like to say: fuck you, thanks, and turn down the heat.)
Love
Liz
BIKRAM
refers to a guy, Bikram Choudhury who some say is the greediest damn Buddhist on the planet.
He invented this very structured 26 postures to be practiced in a melt your face hot room program in specific order, with exact, repetitive verbal cues, patented it and proceeded to charge an embarrassingly large sum of money for people to purchase franchises and to simply endure the torture.
I for one, heartily endorse this smells-like-the-inside-of-a-soccer-bag experience. It's been called "Hot Box Yoga" "Sweaty yoga" "Yoga for Type-A's" among other things. It is one of the FEW ways yours truly can totally and completely let go of my own inner head writing, sales worrying, promo-planning self and just, well, suffer.
The progress, to my mind, is similar to the creation of a book.
You start (do the breathing and "warm up" postures). You are HIGH on life, on yourself, your abilities and your overall amazingness. You could do this EVERY DAMN DAY, do you hear me? You are just these many words shy of a best seller, and a movie deal.
[image error]
You hit 1/3 through, have balanced on one leg through 3 postures and are about to become a triangle (the "pinnacle of the standing series").
You've written the end of your MS. You're reading through and handling your critique partners gentle yet firm commentary. You doubt yourself. You're on the verge of tears most of the time. You suck, you're fat and you should just do everyone a favor and walk out/stop pretending you can write.
Floor series time: Whew what a relief. You get a brief respite. You're ACE at "dead body pose." You are relaxing, breathing, and "in the room" as the practice leader demands. You can stretch your hips and flex your revision muscle beautifully. This just might work.
By the time you've accomplished the "spine strengthening series" your entire psyche is one big wet noodle. You're near tears again, pissed and frustrated and sick to death of yourself. If you have to read through that lame, asinine story one more time you will kill someone with your bare hands and a red editing pen. If you have to hear "Complete Relax" once more from the stupid twat at the front of the room you will go after her like a spider monkey.
Holy shit you want me to do WHAT? Bend back HOW FAR? on my fucking KNEES? are you CRAZY? how many kids do you think this body has had? how many miles has it run, walked? There is NO WAY you are about to revise or add or completely rework that entire middle part of the story. That is patently insane.
Ah....The final spinal...twisting one's spine "like a pearl necklace" where in you try to keep from sniggering like a 13 year old. The home stretch, truly. There is not one square inch of your body NOT sweating. There is not one brain cell not completely saturated by the story that seemed destined for greatness. Can you stand it? Will you finish?
The breathing, the final Savasana. and when the leader whispers "Namaste" at the end you clench your jaw and hold back the GO TO HELL that you really want to blurt into the stinky ass room.
But you breathe, you lay there, you let the slowly cooling air wind around and over you.
You polish, you submit and you start all over again. The very next day.
You shower, you drink water, and you return. The very next day.
Because you must.
Two years ago I lost 45 pounds doing Bikram 4-5 times a week and eating very little in the way of refined sugar. I have never felt more powerful, sexier or in control.After spending the past year opening and running a successful craft beer business, I've fallen off both wagons, regained 25 of the pounds and feel, in a word, lame.
I've re-committed myself to the program, am on day 3 and just wanted to share some of the journey with you.
Namaste (or as I like to say: fuck you, thanks, and turn down the heat.)
Love
Liz
October 10, 2011
Across the Beer Bar with....Em!
OR: Across the Beer Bar with yet another author who Doesn't Get It That This Is A BEER BAR...
jeez.
anyways, let me just say that Em Petrova is one of my heroes. We share a couple of publishers and her stories are hot, passionate, and extraordinarily well-written. But yeah. BEER?! Okay. here we go...
Welcome to my Tap Room Em!
what can I pour you to start ...
Long Island Iced Tea please. I once put down way too many to count, and did some very bad stuff on a dance floor. That's all I'm sayin'.
Liz Sighs Heavily and shakes head. I have a microbrewer's license woman, not a Class A liquor license so...I'm gonna start you with my bourbon barrel aged Oktoberfest...it's the elixir of the gods. trust me.
Q: You are a very prolific writer. What has been the book you loved writing the most so far?
Oooh, good question. I love each for different reasons. Overall, though, I'd have to say TREFOIL-Book 2 of my Immortal Series. Though it's Book 2, it's the first book I wrote after a seven-year writer's block after my daughter passed away. I fell in love with my main hero Nathan Halbrook at that moment, and he'll always speak to me on a higher level. Also, I have a soft spot for a book that's currently in the hands of my Ellora's Cave editor--a sultry taboo story set in the exotic east. It reflects my passion for Anne Rice novels!
ACK! Jealous! I'm still waiting for word from EC on a very cool mystery/sabotage/intrigue/sexy brewery story....pull some strings for me wouldya?
Q: You've written several books featuring f/f relationships---do you think that sub genre is as hot as the m/m stuff that's flying off virtual bookshelves right now?
I think some readers are hesitant to pick up a f/f book, simply because they are afraid they might get turned on. But isn't erotic romance about exploring new possibilities? Pushing new boundaries? In fact, Liz...you're looking pretty hot tonight. ;) I always look hot sweetheart and I am all about pushing boundaries...just ask the folks who put the "Bi-friendly" sticker on me at parties. [image error]
The genre is definitely growing, and I love writing the f/f stories. My bestselling series The French Kiss Chronicles begins with the relationship of two women, who find love in unexpected places. Pssst--the latest book in that series is out Oct 17! Look for QUATRE.
Q: We share a couple of publishers. Which was your first? Who have you enjoyed working with the most and why?
My first publisher was Red Sage. They picked up my Immortal Series book, RUNES. Since then I have received twenty contracts--six of them with Red Sage. My latest release is a spanking story set in South Africa!
To answer your last question, I like different publishers for different reasons. I'm kind of a publishing whore and I've learned a lot by submitting to a lot of publishers. Going forward, I know which house works for which type of story, and now I can better tailor to readers who frequent those sites.
Oops, glass is empty. What's next?
Err...you know I'm a cheap drunk, right? Feeling that heat sliding south...Oh yeah. Maybe some Southern Comfort? Jesus, you people. I am going to ramp up the efforts to get more women to understand how amazing BEER is, that it to say: CRAFT beer...Here (shoves small glass under Em's nose). It's my brewer's Faustian Stout. You will love it. Trust me. Q: What is your favorite genre to read? to write? [image error] I read a ton of erotic romance, and of course I love writing smut! Paranormals always pull me in, but I'm not a vamp/shifter kind of gal. I like paranormals bordering on horror. I like to bring a bit of macabre into every story in some way--leaving the reader with something that shocks them.
Q: You write full time, if I'm not mistaken (jealous, me). Did you leave a "day job" to follow your passion to write or did you just fall into it for something to do?
Actually, I have many, many jobs. I am a mother of four very rowdy kids ages 9-4. Yes, that's a full-time job in itself! Part-time during the day, I clean houses for cash. Plus I am a marketing director for an e-publisher and edit for another small press. All of that on top of my writing and the mountain of laundry. Hell, grocery shopping is a full-time job, is it not?
I bloody well HATE going to the grocery. I once counted and figured out you have to touch each item you buy SEVEN TIMES before you're done. I'm over it.
Q: What are you reading right now?
At this moment I'm reading Northern Exposure by Jayne Rylon and Mari Carr. Hot cowboy ménage. Whew!
Yippee kayay....ride 'em...save a horse and all that...
Q: We've talked a lot about successful and less-so promoting techniques. What has been the one thing you'd do again (interviews, blog tours, ads, whatever) and one thing you'd NEVER try again?
Hmmm. Tough question, especially when you're tipsy. Did you ask for me to take my top off? No. Well, there you have it. The girls like to play I guess. Darling you will have a fan club here. I work with all men. All my partners are men. Both brewers are men and the entire Tap Room staff are young stud muffins in their own way (did I mention I hired them). So go for it.
Okay, back to the question. My number one love when promoting is connecting with readers. Having a chat or responding to a comment on a blog. I live to talk on FB or Twitter. I want people to know I'm real and very accessible. And I love listening to people's fantasies. So, Liz, what's yours? Dare you to share!
It's fairly complicated if you must know. And involves a round robin of Alexander Skaarsgard, Jon Hamm, George Clooney (although I hear he's on Viagra--but he is nearly 50), Mark Sanchez, Xabi Alonso and Sam Calgione. And a shit ton of beer, a best seller list and some tv cameras. 'nuff said.
What I'd never do again? Submit to contests. Whether writing contests or cover contests, it's mostly political, and I don't have time for begging votes from my nearest and dearest!
Now the nightcap...what's your poison?
Nightcap? I thought we were getting warmed up. You know I'm going to be goofy in a little while, don't you? Give me a double of the Southern Comfort, because that warmed me up perfectly to write the next scene in my new work-in-progress...Again with the liquor! Hello? Ok, I'm gonna pour you something a little rare---we kept back some of the Double Fisted Doppelbock (a smooth black lager) for just such events as these...so...a little Double Fist my dear?
Thanks for hanging Em. And bringing your A Game. And the Girls. Good luck and keep up the great work (while you convince someone from EC to move my MS up the pile...)
We shall reconvene and learn more about BEER very soon.
cheersLiz
jeez.
anyways, let me just say that Em Petrova is one of my heroes. We share a couple of publishers and her stories are hot, passionate, and extraordinarily well-written. But yeah. BEER?! Okay. here we go...
Welcome to my Tap Room Em!
what can I pour you to start ...
Long Island Iced Tea please. I once put down way too many to count, and did some very bad stuff on a dance floor. That's all I'm sayin'.
Liz Sighs Heavily and shakes head. I have a microbrewer's license woman, not a Class A liquor license so...I'm gonna start you with my bourbon barrel aged Oktoberfest...it's the elixir of the gods. trust me.Q: You are a very prolific writer. What has been the book you loved writing the most so far?
Oooh, good question. I love each for different reasons. Overall, though, I'd have to say TREFOIL-Book 2 of my Immortal Series. Though it's Book 2, it's the first book I wrote after a seven-year writer's block after my daughter passed away. I fell in love with my main hero Nathan Halbrook at that moment, and he'll always speak to me on a higher level. Also, I have a soft spot for a book that's currently in the hands of my Ellora's Cave editor--a sultry taboo story set in the exotic east. It reflects my passion for Anne Rice novels!
ACK! Jealous! I'm still waiting for word from EC on a very cool mystery/sabotage/intrigue/sexy brewery story....pull some strings for me wouldya?Q: You've written several books featuring f/f relationships---do you think that sub genre is as hot as the m/m stuff that's flying off virtual bookshelves right now?
I think some readers are hesitant to pick up a f/f book, simply because they are afraid they might get turned on. But isn't erotic romance about exploring new possibilities? Pushing new boundaries? In fact, Liz...you're looking pretty hot tonight. ;) I always look hot sweetheart and I am all about pushing boundaries...just ask the folks who put the "Bi-friendly" sticker on me at parties. [image error]
The genre is definitely growing, and I love writing the f/f stories. My bestselling series The French Kiss Chronicles begins with the relationship of two women, who find love in unexpected places. Pssst--the latest book in that series is out Oct 17! Look for QUATRE.
Q: We share a couple of publishers. Which was your first? Who have you enjoyed working with the most and why?
My first publisher was Red Sage. They picked up my Immortal Series book, RUNES. Since then I have received twenty contracts--six of them with Red Sage. My latest release is a spanking story set in South Africa!
To answer your last question, I like different publishers for different reasons. I'm kind of a publishing whore and I've learned a lot by submitting to a lot of publishers. Going forward, I know which house works for which type of story, and now I can better tailor to readers who frequent those sites.
Oops, glass is empty. What's next?
Err...you know I'm a cheap drunk, right? Feeling that heat sliding south...Oh yeah. Maybe some Southern Comfort? Jesus, you people. I am going to ramp up the efforts to get more women to understand how amazing BEER is, that it to say: CRAFT beer...Here (shoves small glass under Em's nose). It's my brewer's Faustian Stout. You will love it. Trust me. Q: What is your favorite genre to read? to write? [image error] I read a ton of erotic romance, and of course I love writing smut! Paranormals always pull me in, but I'm not a vamp/shifter kind of gal. I like paranormals bordering on horror. I like to bring a bit of macabre into every story in some way--leaving the reader with something that shocks them.
Q: You write full time, if I'm not mistaken (jealous, me). Did you leave a "day job" to follow your passion to write or did you just fall into it for something to do?
Actually, I have many, many jobs. I am a mother of four very rowdy kids ages 9-4. Yes, that's a full-time job in itself! Part-time during the day, I clean houses for cash. Plus I am a marketing director for an e-publisher and edit for another small press. All of that on top of my writing and the mountain of laundry. Hell, grocery shopping is a full-time job, is it not?
I bloody well HATE going to the grocery. I once counted and figured out you have to touch each item you buy SEVEN TIMES before you're done. I'm over it.
Q: What are you reading right now?
At this moment I'm reading Northern Exposure by Jayne Rylon and Mari Carr. Hot cowboy ménage. Whew!
Yippee kayay....ride 'em...save a horse and all that...
Q: We've talked a lot about successful and less-so promoting techniques. What has been the one thing you'd do again (interviews, blog tours, ads, whatever) and one thing you'd NEVER try again?
Hmmm. Tough question, especially when you're tipsy. Did you ask for me to take my top off? No. Well, there you have it. The girls like to play I guess. Darling you will have a fan club here. I work with all men. All my partners are men. Both brewers are men and the entire Tap Room staff are young stud muffins in their own way (did I mention I hired them). So go for it.
Okay, back to the question. My number one love when promoting is connecting with readers. Having a chat or responding to a comment on a blog. I live to talk on FB or Twitter. I want people to know I'm real and very accessible. And I love listening to people's fantasies. So, Liz, what's yours? Dare you to share!
It's fairly complicated if you must know. And involves a round robin of Alexander Skaarsgard, Jon Hamm, George Clooney (although I hear he's on Viagra--but he is nearly 50), Mark Sanchez, Xabi Alonso and Sam Calgione. And a shit ton of beer, a best seller list and some tv cameras. 'nuff said.
What I'd never do again? Submit to contests. Whether writing contests or cover contests, it's mostly political, and I don't have time for begging votes from my nearest and dearest!
Now the nightcap...what's your poison?
Nightcap? I thought we were getting warmed up. You know I'm going to be goofy in a little while, don't you? Give me a double of the Southern Comfort, because that warmed me up perfectly to write the next scene in my new work-in-progress...Again with the liquor! Hello? Ok, I'm gonna pour you something a little rare---we kept back some of the Double Fisted Doppelbock (a smooth black lager) for just such events as these...so...a little Double Fist my dear?
Thanks for hanging Em. And bringing your A Game. And the Girls. Good luck and keep up the great work (while you convince someone from EC to move my MS up the pile...)
We shall reconvene and learn more about BEER very soon.
cheersLiz
October 8, 2011
Six from Landon! More from Choose Your Romance
Howdy all you Loyal Six Sentencers...perhaps by now you know the drill. Erin Brady has some pretty great man choices. In The Tap Room, my choose your romance novel, YOU get to choose HIM for HER.
Here's a little hottie from Landon, the "older damaged Alpha" who provides something the other two men can't.....will it be what she wants? Guess what...YOU get to decide.
Six Starts Here..
Landon broke away, ran a thumb across the wet trail down her cheek, and took a long, shuddering breath. "No," he whispered. "I want you, Landon, don't make me beg." The men she had left behind were strong, in their way. But their combined strength was absolutely tearing her apart. This, right here, in her arms, provided a solution--perhaps gave her a reason for happiness.
Hey--The Tap Room is available on Amazon, ARe and Breathless Press....you will LOVE the interactive format!check it out!LoveLiz
Here's a little hottie from Landon, the "older damaged Alpha" who provides something the other two men can't.....will it be what she wants? Guess what...YOU get to decide.
Six Starts Here..
Landon broke away, ran a thumb across the wet trail down her cheek, and took a long, shuddering breath. "No," he whispered. "I want you, Landon, don't make me beg." The men she had left behind were strong, in their way. But their combined strength was absolutely tearing her apart. This, right here, in her arms, provided a solution--perhaps gave her a reason for happiness.
Hey--The Tap Room is available on Amazon, ARe and Breathless Press....you will LOVE the interactive format!check it out!LoveLiz
October 7, 2011
And Now for a Little Spanky-Spanky...
Liz's note: I know we all do a ton of "blah blah blah" on people's blogs, saying stuff like "OMG! I'm so going to buy this! It's on my TBR list right now!" without really always meaning it. It's okay. I do it too. We want to love and support our fellow writers whenever possible. You wouldn't say: "Holy Sh*t that sounds like badly written utter drivel. Good luck with it." to anyone would you? No.But the moment I read a few Six Sentence Sunday Snippets from this book by Cara Bristol I knew I HAD to read "Unexpected Consequences." Hence it IS in deed loaded on my Ipad and as soon as the Black Dagger Brotherhood releases my psyche (and my free time) I will be reading it! An amazing concept and from what I can tell, amazingly well-executed by Cara.Take it away.....
Who's the boss in your marriage?I'm going to go out on limb and say most spouses would answer "both" or "neither" to indicate they share responsibility. Decisions are made through give and take, negotiation, compromise, and when all else fails, a good old-fashioned fight. Few wives promise to "obey" when taking their marriage vows.Yet, some couples have a different arrangement.In the process of writing two erotic romances in which spanking occurs, I began researching the subject and discovered that some couples don't practice spanking for its eroticism, but for its disciplinary aspects. By agreement, the husband is the head/leader of the home, the wife obeys his direction, and if need be, he enforces discipline by spanking.His wife. Really.How could I not write about that?The result was Unexpected Consequences , my latest erotic romance release from Loose Id. Unexpected Consequences is the story of a Melania Traynor, a young wife, who thinks she wants strong husband who will love, protect, and guide her with a firm hand. Both she and her husband Jared would agree that he's the boss. She's aware of and consents to the idea of being disciplined – because she assumes it will never happen. In her mind, she will never do anything that warrants a spanking.Never say never.When she disobeys Jared and buys an expensive pair of shoes, hides them and then lies about it, he spanks her, and everything she believed about her husband and her marriage is upended. Unexpected Consequences is about couple struggling to find their way in modern marriage with more "conservative" practices. It is an erotic story -- In addition to the sex scenes, there are erotic spankings besides disciplinary ones.Unexpected Consequences BlurbJared belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives to maintain domestic discipline. When Melania ignores a "request" from her husband and attempts to hide her disobedience, Jared spanks her.While Jared believes the unpleasantness has been settled, for Melania it only has begun. Although she consented to the spanking, her fairytale notion of marriage has been shattered and she makes plans to leave Jared as soon as her parents return from vacation.While she waits, Melania begins to see more positive aspects of domestic discipline. But just as she decides her love for Jared is paramount and she might be able to accept a domestic discipline marriage, Jared discovers she'd planned to leave him and once again her marriage is in jeopardy.Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: paddling, spanking.Unexpected Consequences ExcerptJared parked his Mercedes at the curb, dropped a few coins into the meter, and sprinted across the street to the shoe store. He was cutting it close. Their guests would arrive in a few hours, but he'd been so busy all week, he hadn't had an opportunity until now to get the shoes.Melania deserved them, not only for her immediate obedience the other evening, but also because she'd worked so hard. His young wife was quite the accomplished cook, and she'd tested recipes all week to find the right ones to please his friends. She'd cleaned the house until it gleamed. Fresh flowers decorated every nook and cranny, and the dining table was readied with their wedding china and silver.He twisted his mouth ruefully. Taking her on the dining table wasn't an option at this point, unless he wanted to wreck her beautiful table setting and break their wedding crystal.The bell over the door tinkled as Jared dashed inside the shop.The same clerk stood behind the counter, texting into her cell phone. She looked up, and recognition seemed to flicker in her gaze. She tapped a few more characters, then set the phone down. "Hey," she said."I'm back," he said. "I was hoping you still have the shoes my wife liked so much. Size seven?"The clerk's pierced eyebrow rose."The red ones, with the" -- he waved his hands -- "the little doodad bows.""I remember." A frown creased her forehead. "We don't have the shoes anymore.""Damnit." Jared sighed. "I should have come back sooner. My wife will be disappointed. Well, thank you." He turned to leave, then stopped. "Can you order another pair?" He looked at the clerk.The clerk blinked. "For your wife? The girl you were with the other night?"No, for somebody else's wife. Jared stifled his sarcastic retort. It wasn't the clerk's fault. She had a lot of customers and couldn't be expected to remember everyone. "Yes.""Your wife already bought them."He shook his head. "You must be mistaken.""I don't think so. Your wife has long, dark, curly hair. Big, honking princess-cut wedding ring?" She stretched out her left hand and wiggled her ring finger.The muscles in Jared's face froze."Yeah." The girl shrugged. "She came in a couple of days ago and bought the shoes."Jared's temperature soared into the red zone. He managed to thank the clerk before striding out, a ball of fury bunching his shoulder blades. He covered the distance to his car in half the time, jerked open the door, and lowered himself inside. He fastened his hands on the steering wheel. Melania had deliberately disobeyed him and sneaked behind his back to buy the shoes.His nostrils flared with anger as hurt clenched his chest in a tight-fisted grip.He shook his head in dismay. He couldn't say he hadn't been warned. Melania's father had told him his daughter had been a little overindulged. When Jared had asked his future father-in-law for his daughter's hand in marriage, Conner Jackson had granted it readily but cautioned Jared that Melania needed a firm hand to control her willfulness."I have to accept some responsibility," Conner had admitted. "While I didn't hesitate to deliver the discipline Melania's mother needed, I'm afraid I was too lenient on my daughter. She was such a sweet little girl, it was hard to say no to her, and sometimes she didn't get the spankings she deserved.""I'll do right by her, sir," Jared had assured the older man."I know you will, son. My wife and I are pleased Melania has met someone older and wiser who loves her and will provide her with what she needs rather than with what she wants."As he recalled the conversation with Conner, Jared's hurt and anger ebbed. He didn't doubt Melania's love or her inherent goodness. She had a heart as big as the ocean, and she would mature into a fine wife and mother. But she needed discipline.It was time to provide some. Jared started the engine and headed home to Melania.Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Unexpected-Co... http://www.carabristol.comFacebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Cara-Bristol-Erotic-Romance-Author/178661122147994Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/carabristol
Who's the boss in your marriage?I'm going to go out on limb and say most spouses would answer "both" or "neither" to indicate they share responsibility. Decisions are made through give and take, negotiation, compromise, and when all else fails, a good old-fashioned fight. Few wives promise to "obey" when taking their marriage vows.Yet, some couples have a different arrangement.In the process of writing two erotic romances in which spanking occurs, I began researching the subject and discovered that some couples don't practice spanking for its eroticism, but for its disciplinary aspects. By agreement, the husband is the head/leader of the home, the wife obeys his direction, and if need be, he enforces discipline by spanking.His wife. Really.How could I not write about that?The result was Unexpected Consequences , my latest erotic romance release from Loose Id. Unexpected Consequences is the story of a Melania Traynor, a young wife, who thinks she wants strong husband who will love, protect, and guide her with a firm hand. Both she and her husband Jared would agree that he's the boss. She's aware of and consents to the idea of being disciplined – because she assumes it will never happen. In her mind, she will never do anything that warrants a spanking.Never say never.When she disobeys Jared and buys an expensive pair of shoes, hides them and then lies about it, he spanks her, and everything she believed about her husband and her marriage is upended. Unexpected Consequences is about couple struggling to find their way in modern marriage with more "conservative" practices. It is an erotic story -- In addition to the sex scenes, there are erotic spankings besides disciplinary ones.Unexpected Consequences BlurbJared belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives to maintain domestic discipline. When Melania ignores a "request" from her husband and attempts to hide her disobedience, Jared spanks her.While Jared believes the unpleasantness has been settled, for Melania it only has begun. Although she consented to the spanking, her fairytale notion of marriage has been shattered and she makes plans to leave Jared as soon as her parents return from vacation.While she waits, Melania begins to see more positive aspects of domestic discipline. But just as she decides her love for Jared is paramount and she might be able to accept a domestic discipline marriage, Jared discovers she'd planned to leave him and once again her marriage is in jeopardy.Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: paddling, spanking.Unexpected Consequences ExcerptJared parked his Mercedes at the curb, dropped a few coins into the meter, and sprinted across the street to the shoe store. He was cutting it close. Their guests would arrive in a few hours, but he'd been so busy all week, he hadn't had an opportunity until now to get the shoes.Melania deserved them, not only for her immediate obedience the other evening, but also because she'd worked so hard. His young wife was quite the accomplished cook, and she'd tested recipes all week to find the right ones to please his friends. She'd cleaned the house until it gleamed. Fresh flowers decorated every nook and cranny, and the dining table was readied with their wedding china and silver.He twisted his mouth ruefully. Taking her on the dining table wasn't an option at this point, unless he wanted to wreck her beautiful table setting and break their wedding crystal.The bell over the door tinkled as Jared dashed inside the shop.The same clerk stood behind the counter, texting into her cell phone. She looked up, and recognition seemed to flicker in her gaze. She tapped a few more characters, then set the phone down. "Hey," she said."I'm back," he said. "I was hoping you still have the shoes my wife liked so much. Size seven?"The clerk's pierced eyebrow rose."The red ones, with the" -- he waved his hands -- "the little doodad bows.""I remember." A frown creased her forehead. "We don't have the shoes anymore.""Damnit." Jared sighed. "I should have come back sooner. My wife will be disappointed. Well, thank you." He turned to leave, then stopped. "Can you order another pair?" He looked at the clerk.The clerk blinked. "For your wife? The girl you were with the other night?"No, for somebody else's wife. Jared stifled his sarcastic retort. It wasn't the clerk's fault. She had a lot of customers and couldn't be expected to remember everyone. "Yes.""Your wife already bought them."He shook his head. "You must be mistaken.""I don't think so. Your wife has long, dark, curly hair. Big, honking princess-cut wedding ring?" She stretched out her left hand and wiggled her ring finger.The muscles in Jared's face froze."Yeah." The girl shrugged. "She came in a couple of days ago and bought the shoes."Jared's temperature soared into the red zone. He managed to thank the clerk before striding out, a ball of fury bunching his shoulder blades. He covered the distance to his car in half the time, jerked open the door, and lowered himself inside. He fastened his hands on the steering wheel. Melania had deliberately disobeyed him and sneaked behind his back to buy the shoes.His nostrils flared with anger as hurt clenched his chest in a tight-fisted grip.He shook his head in dismay. He couldn't say he hadn't been warned. Melania's father had told him his daughter had been a little overindulged. When Jared had asked his future father-in-law for his daughter's hand in marriage, Conner Jackson had granted it readily but cautioned Jared that Melania needed a firm hand to control her willfulness."I have to accept some responsibility," Conner had admitted. "While I didn't hesitate to deliver the discipline Melania's mother needed, I'm afraid I was too lenient on my daughter. She was such a sweet little girl, it was hard to say no to her, and sometimes she didn't get the spankings she deserved.""I'll do right by her, sir," Jared had assured the older man."I know you will, son. My wife and I are pleased Melania has met someone older and wiser who loves her and will provide her with what she needs rather than with what she wants."As he recalled the conversation with Conner, Jared's hurt and anger ebbed. He didn't doubt Melania's love or her inherent goodness. She had a heart as big as the ocean, and she would mature into a fine wife and mother. But she needed discipline.It was time to provide some. Jared started the engine and headed home to Melania.Buy Link: http://www.loose-id.com/Unexpected-Co... http://www.carabristol.comFacebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/#!/pages/Cara-Bristol-Erotic-Romance-Author/178661122147994Twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/carabristol
October 6, 2011
Across the Beer Bar with Sara York!
Across the Beer Bar with LizToday's Guest:Sara York
Liz: Welcome to the Tap Room Sara! Make yourself at home. What can I pour for you?I'm strictly on low carbohydrates right now so it will have to be tea, no lemon.huh...you people have gotta get with the beer program...but okay, moving on.
Liz: I hear you love the beach. What is your favorite beach drink?I do love a good margarita. Not everyone can get the tequila mixture just right. Too many people add way too much of the sweet stuff and not enough liquor. Also the brand of tequila matters. Using a low-priced tequila takes away from the flavor. The flavor of tequila should be strong and bold yet never bitter. There should be just the right mix of tangy and sweet in a perfect margarita, one never overpowers the other.
Liz: How many books do you have published?I have one novel and five novellas. I've also published multiple short stories. I've signed the contract on another novella that will be part of a hot M/M anthology coming out at the beginning of next year. I'm excited that in November Working It Out will be available in print.
Liz: You home school your kids…brave. I could never do that. What made you decide to take that on? How long will you do it?My son just entered his freshman year and we plan on home schooling through the rest of high school. It's really not that hard. We use a great computer based curriculum that does all of the lesson planning for me. The grades for non essay questions are done automatically so it's rather easy to home school. What got me started was my very active son couldn't sit down and I didn't want him getting in trouble all the time at school, so when it came time to go to kindergarten we just didn't go. My daughter is two years younger than my son and she's taken to home schooling too. For her the reason to home school is so she can focus on her music and sports, not that she doesn't have to do a ton of bookwork. As a bonus we get to spend all day with our kids which really helps to create a wonderful environment.Hides face: My teenagers and I revel in our "time apart." I admire anyone who can spent that much face time with kids, even their own. I must not be patient enough.
Liz: What is your favorite thing to eat or drink while writing? While editing?Coffee is my drink of choice while editing and writing. I usually end up making a few pots throughout the day just to finish up with my writing. I usually don't eat while working--it's just a thing.
Liz: oh your glass is empty—what can I pour you next?Hmmm, do you have a pot of coffee back there?If I can pry it out of my brewer and his assistant's hands. maybe.
Liz: What was your "erotica epiphany?"Erotic romance isn't just about hot bodies it's about the connection. When two people can make a relationship work, even with the difficulties in today's age, that is erotic. People get hung up on using sex as a manipulation tool and that should never be the case. Sex is a wonderful blessing of relationships that helps you to reconnect, revitalize and revive after the world gets to you.
Liz: Who are your favorite authors?I've just started reading Lee Brazil's stuff and it's brilliant. I also love Laura Harner's work. I've already read her book Ty Hard twice and I'll probably read it again and I don't usually read books twice. I was Laura's CP for Ty Hard. It is a great book. And I love Lee!
Liz: lastly, a bit of a controversial question, you ready?Yes, I'm always ready.
Liz: Do you think that one should have to have experienced on some level the sexual situations one writes about? I realize that you don't have to BE a murderer to write about murder; be an astronaut to write SciFi; be a politician to write political intrigue but the "deep POV" that we must use in our style of writing sometimes begs the question in my humble opinion.No, it would be ridiculous to think creative people must experience everything they create. I know this unrealistic expectation is out there, but it's based off of professional jealousy. It's not the fans who have this expectation, but the other authors who want to corner a market.I doubt I'll ever experience sex on an alien planet with an alien but I do write SciFi erotic romance. I also write M/M sex scenes and since I'll never grow a penis I'll never experience the same type of orgasm that a man does. But then again men have been writing sex scenes in the woman's POV for years.I do believe that you need to do research. Sadly, many men are undereducated on what really gets a woman off because they actually think porn flicks are real life and Hollywood doesn't do much positive for women in spreading the truth about what feels good for a woman in the sex department.In doing research I've asked questions, bought products, and even done a little play in BDSM. I think being open to different experiences is the key to a good author, even if they never fully participate in a certain type of experience they need to be open to it and be willing to do the research.
You can find more about Sara York books at http://sarayork.comCatch ya later.
October 4, 2011
Ode To Realtors
Editor's Note: Today I said farewell to my life as a pretty darn successful Realtor. With my brewery and writing businesses hitting critical masses, I decided to place my license with a referral company within my large brokerage firm, said a tearful farewell to my 200 plus colleagues, cleaned out my desk and left all that behind me. Forever.
So, I've written an open letter to you, Dearest buyer and/or seller. Don't get me wrong, I've been both and had mixed success with my own Realtors. But those of us who are and were Real Estate Professionals take our roll as advisor and assistant very seriously.
I'm not anymore.
So I can vent!
If you are quick to be insulted (i.e. if you are currently in the process of buying or selling real estate) perhaps you should toddle along and not read this.
If you have been or are a Realtor, be sure and swallow your coffee or tea or beer before reading, or risk it shooting out your nose!
Dear potential buyer or seller,
This is Your Future Realtor. Just wanted to clarify a few things before we started.
I am not wealthy. I only drive this expensive car so I can appear to be. And for the record it's really hard to keep it this clean all the damn time. So don't spill your double mocha half caff cinnamon sugar spun BS latte on the leather, okay?
I don't like your kids. Keep them out of my car. If you MUST bring them, and they throw up in my aforementioned really clean car, I will smile, pull over and set all of you on the side of the road--in my imagination. I need this commission.
I do not allow animals in my car. If you are One Of Those People who can't live a single second out of your dog's sight, I suggest you buy a doghouse together. It will be cheaper.
I am NOT your enemy. Contrary to popular opinion I am here to help you. I am an expert in this market. You are not, no matter how much Zillowing you do. I spend hours every single day studying houses, prices, mortgage rates, inspectors, historical trends and other actual market data. You can trust me.
I know what your house is worth. I don't care if you have a PhD, an M.D., a ThD or a J.D. I have a RLD: Real Life Degree. I know what your house is worth on the Real Live Housing Market. Not what you wish it was, or what you paid for it or how much you overspent on that obnoxious kitchen renovation. And for the record, those buyers you just rejected without counter-offering? They were your best buyers. Firsts usually are. Too bad you think you know more than me. They won't be coming back.
When I say "keep your house in showing condition" that means (in English): No clutter, no food, no animals, no kids, no mess and no unmown lawns. Ever.
I don't want to be your friend necessarily. This is what we like to call an "arm's length transaction." It's why you hired me. So you didn't have to have your Uncle Wally or cousin Mathilda haul you around for months while you hemmed and hawed. Strangers are better at that sort of thing.
I will not take you house shopping until you've been verified by at least two (if not three) legit mortgage lenders (read: BANKs) that you can actually borrow money to purchase a house. Seriously. I won't.
I am not an attorney. I am not a general contractor. I am not a radon inspector. I am not a lender. I am not a marriage counselor or a babysitter. I am not yer mom. I could be any of these things in a second, and answer just about any question you might ask one of them. But I won't.
I must pay for every gallon of gas used to cart you, your puking kid and your shedding dog around for first, second, third and fourth showings. Here's a hint: If you need a fifth showing you are Decision Making Disabled and need help, but not from me. Not anymore.
I sincerely look forward to helping you through the admitedly VERY stressful process of either selling or buying your biggest investment ever. I appreciate how hard this can be. I've been there. But you don't need to make it unnecessarily difficult by being an asshole. I promise not to be a bitch.
I value our relationship. To a point. Just trying to make a living here. Please try to keep that in mind when you call me at 9:30 at night to cuss me out over a bad radon report, or when you think I'm wrong about market value or whatever is on your mind at that moment.
Let's go shopping!
Love
Liz
COMING SOON: THE REALTORS: Floor Time/Closing Costs/Sweat Equity
If you followed Floor Time on Six Sentence Sunday...you know what I'm talkin' about.
A very hot decade of life in the house lane.
Once a publisher takes it that is!
So, I've written an open letter to you, Dearest buyer and/or seller. Don't get me wrong, I've been both and had mixed success with my own Realtors. But those of us who are and were Real Estate Professionals take our roll as advisor and assistant very seriously.
I'm not anymore.
So I can vent!
If you are quick to be insulted (i.e. if you are currently in the process of buying or selling real estate) perhaps you should toddle along and not read this.
If you have been or are a Realtor, be sure and swallow your coffee or tea or beer before reading, or risk it shooting out your nose!
Dear potential buyer or seller,
This is Your Future Realtor. Just wanted to clarify a few things before we started.
I am not wealthy. I only drive this expensive car so I can appear to be. And for the record it's really hard to keep it this clean all the damn time. So don't spill your double mocha half caff cinnamon sugar spun BS latte on the leather, okay?
I don't like your kids. Keep them out of my car. If you MUST bring them, and they throw up in my aforementioned really clean car, I will smile, pull over and set all of you on the side of the road--in my imagination. I need this commission.
I do not allow animals in my car. If you are One Of Those People who can't live a single second out of your dog's sight, I suggest you buy a doghouse together. It will be cheaper.
I am NOT your enemy. Contrary to popular opinion I am here to help you. I am an expert in this market. You are not, no matter how much Zillowing you do. I spend hours every single day studying houses, prices, mortgage rates, inspectors, historical trends and other actual market data. You can trust me.
I know what your house is worth. I don't care if you have a PhD, an M.D., a ThD or a J.D. I have a RLD: Real Life Degree. I know what your house is worth on the Real Live Housing Market. Not what you wish it was, or what you paid for it or how much you overspent on that obnoxious kitchen renovation. And for the record, those buyers you just rejected without counter-offering? They were your best buyers. Firsts usually are. Too bad you think you know more than me. They won't be coming back.
When I say "keep your house in showing condition" that means (in English): No clutter, no food, no animals, no kids, no mess and no unmown lawns. Ever.
I don't want to be your friend necessarily. This is what we like to call an "arm's length transaction." It's why you hired me. So you didn't have to have your Uncle Wally or cousin Mathilda haul you around for months while you hemmed and hawed. Strangers are better at that sort of thing.
I will not take you house shopping until you've been verified by at least two (if not three) legit mortgage lenders (read: BANKs) that you can actually borrow money to purchase a house. Seriously. I won't.
I am not an attorney. I am not a general contractor. I am not a radon inspector. I am not a lender. I am not a marriage counselor or a babysitter. I am not yer mom. I could be any of these things in a second, and answer just about any question you might ask one of them. But I won't.
I must pay for every gallon of gas used to cart you, your puking kid and your shedding dog around for first, second, third and fourth showings. Here's a hint: If you need a fifth showing you are Decision Making Disabled and need help, but not from me. Not anymore.
I sincerely look forward to helping you through the admitedly VERY stressful process of either selling or buying your biggest investment ever. I appreciate how hard this can be. I've been there. But you don't need to make it unnecessarily difficult by being an asshole. I promise not to be a bitch.
I value our relationship. To a point. Just trying to make a living here. Please try to keep that in mind when you call me at 9:30 at night to cuss me out over a bad radon report, or when you think I'm wrong about market value or whatever is on your mind at that moment.
Let's go shopping!
Love
Liz
COMING SOON: THE REALTORS: Floor Time/Closing Costs/Sweat Equity
If you followed Floor Time on Six Sentence Sunday...you know what I'm talkin' about.
A very hot decade of life in the house lane.
Once a publisher takes it that is!
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