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August 20, 2013
Wild West Succubus by Lila Shaw - Erotic Romance with a Splash of Humor
Wild West SuccubusLila ShawErotic Romance with a Splash of Humor
A woman damned…
Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.
The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…
Priscilla doesn't remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?
Is she his target, his mission or his bait?
Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can't stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?
Excerpt: A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly. “Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker. Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets. Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.” The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table. I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock. After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate. “What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times. Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off. Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.” What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them! One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong. Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face. How the hell is he able to do that? With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly. “Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists. I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?” Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.” “I need it.” “No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.” “He deserved what he got!” “No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.” The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee. He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.” “Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.
Author's Bio :Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com
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A woman damned…
Priscilla Goodnight, a widow in the harsh Kansas frontier, has a cattle ranch to run. She can’t afford to reveal any cracks in her tough exterior or indulge in sexual liaisons with her ranch hands. But a hungry succubus can only exercise so much self-restraint, making discretion, disguise and memory-wiping her top managerial skills.
The mysterious stranger who knows her darkest secret…
Priscilla doesn't remember hiring the man with the wily smile and the flannel voice. At all. Men as physically appealing as Hugo Desmond rarely escape her bed, let alone her memory. And how is he able to move so fast, yet nobody notices but her?
Is she his target, his mission or his bait?
Hugo is a gargoyle—a specially-trained executioner—sent to purge the west of evil. With succubi falling squarely in demon territory, Priscilla has every reason to fear him … yet she can't stay away. Hugo says he needs her help and wants to save her soul. But is redemption possible for a woman as wicked as Priscilla, or will love thaw her heart just enough for Hugo to crush it?Excerpt: A few of the men are laughing and eating breakfast, but as soon as I walk in, they grow silent … mostly. “Morning, Miss Priscilla. Did you sleep well?” Fred asks, his last words ending with a snicker. Most of the other men snicker too, all but Hugo, that is. He probably doesn’t know the rest well enough to be privy to their secrets. Jesse slaps Gray on the back and Gray grins. Speaking through a mouth full of half-chewed biscuits, Gray says, “I slept like a titty baby myself.” The others snort back their laughter. Hugo’s forehead furrows as he glances around the table. I sigh. I don’t know why I expected better from Gray. But little boys must be taught their lessons, and the first one is don’t fuck with a succubus who holds your soul in hock. After giving each man a smile in turn, I close my eyes and yank on Gray’s tether. He keels over and falls face first into the puddle of gravy on his plate. “What the … Gray?” Jesse lifts Gray’s face from the plate and shoves him back against his chair, wide-eyed but unseeing. Mr. Yao’s savory sauce drips in long slimy strings from Gray’s nose. “Gray?” Jesse slaps Gray on the face a few times. Gray isn’t home anymore. I slurp the last bits of his soul’s life-force in and breathe deeply as it spreads throughout every inch of my body. I am energized, immortal, powerful, and pissed off. Hugo skewers me with his gaze, cold and hard. “Are you sure you want to do that? May raise more questions than it solves.” What the hell is he talking about? Fuck him! Fuck all of them! One by one, starting with Jesse, I lock gazes with each man around the table. As I ransack their recent memories, their expressions transform from mirth to horror to incoherent. The two newer hands I’ve never had to mind-wipe before—Winston and Jasper—fall asleep. The older hands will slowly regain their wits with what have been called devilishly hideous headaches. If any of them think they can take to their beds sick today, they’re dead wrong. Hugo watches the entire proceedings, and when I get to him, my last target, he presses his lips into a thin line and resists my trespass into his mind. Those glacial blue eyes of his frost over and then seal shut, expelling me and slamming the door in my face. How the hell is he able to do that? With a snap of Hugo’s fingers, all motion, except his and mine, ceases. The clock stops ticking. A napkin casually tossed hovers an inch above the table’s surface. Mouths are frozen mid-word. Arms float rigidly in the air, and eyes stare blankly. “Think, Pris,” Hugo repeats. His jaw is rigid, and his hands are curled into fists. I stop trying to force my way inside Hugo’s mind. “Wh-what’s going on?” I wave a hand in front of Fred’s face, nearly threatening to put his eye out, but he doesn’t flinch, doesn’t even blink. I shove my chair away from the table and jump to my feet. “What kind of sorcery is this?” Hugo slowly raises his eyes to mine. In measured words he says, “Give Gray back his soul.” “I need it.” “No.” He shakes his head. “You don’t.” “He deserved what he got!” “No. He didn’t. All you needed to do was mind-wipe him, just like the others. Sucking him dry is excessive. You don’t have to go that far. Besides that, we’re kinda short-handed. Do you really want to fall behind this time of year? Think about how hard it will be to find a replacement.” The horror of this man’s cognizance of what I am grips me. “Who are you? What are you?” I take a few steps back, wondering if I should flee. He lifts his eyes to mine. “I’m someone you should be very afraid of.” “Afraid? Of you?” I throw my head back and laugh dramatically, just like those ladies on the stage. “Oh, little big man. I’m not afraid of any man.” But I am afraid of this one.
Author's Bio :Lila Shaw is the pen name for a wee hours author of erotica and erotic romance. She adores writing about strong-willed women and the clever, charming (and well-endowed) men who love them. She believes if you can’t occasionally laugh at human foibles, and especially the physical aspects of love, you’re taking life far too seriously … unless the condom breaks, then you have every right to fret. Lila lives in the Portland, OR area with her family. www.lilashaw.com
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August 11, 2013
Author Avril Ashton is showing off her "Bedroom Bully"...
Happy Monday!!It’s been a minute since my guest today has visited Sealed with a Kiss. She usually hangs out with us over on my GLBT blog, Tyler’s NaughtyNotions, but to be honest, we’ll take Avril Ashton any way we can get her. As my sister from another mister, Avril usually has her hands full as my beloved, though tortured, critique partner. (Trust me, anyone who sees my unpolished MSs are bound to become heavy drinkers.) I don’t call her my “beta” because that would be like Luke Skywalker trying to show Obi-Wan Kenobi how to wield his light saber … Um, you just don’t do it. LOL!I'm thrilled she’s here and don’t want to keep you all waiting for the treat she’s brought to share with the class. Sit back, get comfy and enjoy the show as we take a look at Bedroom Bully…
Bedroom Bully is Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line.For those of you who aren’t familiar with the RGO line, Romance on the Go is a multi-author series unique to Evernight Publishing. Our readers have busy lives. Sometimes there just isn't enough time to engage in a novel but an escape into romance is still desired. We offer our readers a collection of short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.
Sometimes a woman needs more than a gentle touch…El Lively needs to be punished and after more than a few auditions, she’s found the perfect man for the job. Her body is up for grabs. Not her heart, and definitely not her secrets, but Jud has other ideas.Jud Kincaid agrees to El’s more-than-indecent proposal, but he’s after more than the physical. He wants an explanation for her sexual kinks, and a way into her heart. El’s being stubborn, but lucky for Jud, he’s just signed on to be her own personal Bedroom Bully.http://evernightpublishing.com/ http://avrilashton.com/books/bedroom-bully/https://www.amazon.com/author/avrilashtonhttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Avril+Ashton
This story is so hot, I had to include both excerpts Avril sent over. WARNING: BOTH have ADULT CONTENT , including light BDSM and anal play.
EXCERPT #1“Why choking?”Her throat worked. It took a while, but she finally answered in a voice so low, he had to lean forward to catch the words. “It’s the only way I can get aroused. The way I can reach climax.” Wringing her wrists, she looked away.Jud stared at her, at the forlorn expression on her face. He recalled the shame and pain in her eyes when she’d made her proposal. “Remove the scarf.” He made his voice hard, harsh, issuing the command that brooked nothing other than immediate compliance.She obeyed, but didn’t look at him. Despite her skin color, he had no problem seeing the thick dark bruise that wrapped all the way around her neck like a collar. He got to his feet and went to her, dropping on his knees when she made room for him.“What made this?” He touched her skin with the pad of a hesitant finger.She inhaled sharply. “Leather belt.” She shook violently. “He buckled it around me and pulled.” Her voice dropped to a thin thread of sound, shuddering. “He pulled on it as I sucked him, as he fucked me.”He cursed viciously.“No. I wanted it. It’s what I want, Jud. It’s what I need.”“Fuck.” He palmed her throat lightly. She trembled for him, wide eyes holding him in place. He applied a little pressure. “This, Elliot? This is what you want?”“Yes.” She hissed and shifted, legs falling open. He got a whiff of it, her arousal, wafting to him from her parted thighs. “Jud.”He squeezed her again, harder this time. Her pupils dilated. “I’ve decided to take you up on your proposal, Elliot.”The pulse under his palm galloped. Her scent grew deeper, sharper. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, ignoring his own hard dick pressing against his zipper. There’d be some marks on his flesh later, no doubt.“I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered to her, loving the way she shuddered. “Only me,” he growled, “no one else.”
EXCERPT #2“What do you want, Jud?” Steel crept back into her tone.“Two things actually.” The words surprised him. He hadn’t known he wanted more until that moment. “There will be more than me choking you into orgasm. I’ll be fucking you, using you, and most importantly, making love to you.”The frown said she didn’t get it.“We’ll see each other outside of the bedroom, Elliot. Go to dinner, do the usual dating stuff.”She shook her head sharply. “No.”“Yes.”“Jud, I don’t date.” She sounded stressed. “I can’t.”“Why, because you need a bully in the bedroom?” He lifted a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m here, agreeing to be that. But I also want to know you.” He paused. “That’s the second thing.”“What is?”“I’m asking, no scratch that.” He sliced a hand through the air. “I’m telling you that one day I’ll ask you why, and you’ll answer me. With the truth.”“No!” She jumped to her feet. “I won’t.” She tried to move away. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.She froze.“It’s not up for debate, Elliot. Non-negotiable.” He brought his face up to hers, pressed their foreheads together as he pushed his erection against her soft center. Her lashes fluttered, her panting breaths battered his face. She smelled good, like strawberries, lemons, and orgasms. “I’ll ask, sugar, not now, but soon, and you’ll answer with the truth.” He bit her shoulder. “Got me?”She nodded.He touched her hip then slid his hand down and up her skirt, caressing first one, then the other ass cheek before dipping a finger in the valley between. “Say ‘yes, Jud.’”Breath shuddered out between her lips. “Yes, Jud.”“Good.” He took her mouth hard, thrusting his tongue deep while teasing her ass with one finger. She moaned, a pretty sound he wanted to hear again and again. He pushed a thumb to her soaked pussy, getting it nice and slick then moved backward to her ass. He worked the wet finger into her rear entrance. She clutched his shoulders and shook.She was a sensual creature once one got to the heart of her, got to know what made her tick. With one hand wrapped around her throat, he fucked her ass. He didn’t even have to apply any pressure to get her dripping. He kissed her, grinding his cock on her, groaning into her mouth when she touched him with the tip of her tongue, tentative swipes that made him smile in his head. His finger was up her ass, and he had his hand around her throat. Hell, he’d choked her to orgasm only minutes before, but his kisses made her cautious.A contradiction, that Elliot Lively. He wanted to figure her out, wanted to know what made her the person she was. And he’d just bought himself enough time to do so.
A little more about Avril A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother. Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms. Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.
Visit: http://www.avrilashton.comFriend me on: http://facebook.com/writeravrilashtonhttp://www.twitter.com/#!/AvrilAsh
http://avrilashton.tumblr.com/
Bedroom Bully is Part of Evernight Publishing’s Romance on the Go line.For those of you who aren’t familiar with the RGO line, Romance on the Go is a multi-author series unique to Evernight Publishing. Our readers have busy lives. Sometimes there just isn't enough time to engage in a novel but an escape into romance is still desired. We offer our readers a collection of short stories that can be read during work breaks, on the bus, in the waiting room, or before bed.
Sometimes a woman needs more than a gentle touch…El Lively needs to be punished and after more than a few auditions, she’s found the perfect man for the job. Her body is up for grabs. Not her heart, and definitely not her secrets, but Jud has other ideas.Jud Kincaid agrees to El’s more-than-indecent proposal, but he’s after more than the physical. He wants an explanation for her sexual kinks, and a way into her heart. El’s being stubborn, but lucky for Jud, he’s just signed on to be her own personal Bedroom Bully.http://evernightpublishing.com/ http://avrilashton.com/books/bedroom-bully/https://www.amazon.com/author/avrilashtonhttp://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html?searchBy=author&qString=Avril+Ashton
This story is so hot, I had to include both excerpts Avril sent over. WARNING: BOTH have ADULT CONTENT , including light BDSM and anal play.
EXCERPT #1“Why choking?”Her throat worked. It took a while, but she finally answered in a voice so low, he had to lean forward to catch the words. “It’s the only way I can get aroused. The way I can reach climax.” Wringing her wrists, she looked away.Jud stared at her, at the forlorn expression on her face. He recalled the shame and pain in her eyes when she’d made her proposal. “Remove the scarf.” He made his voice hard, harsh, issuing the command that brooked nothing other than immediate compliance.She obeyed, but didn’t look at him. Despite her skin color, he had no problem seeing the thick dark bruise that wrapped all the way around her neck like a collar. He got to his feet and went to her, dropping on his knees when she made room for him.“What made this?” He touched her skin with the pad of a hesitant finger.She inhaled sharply. “Leather belt.” She shook violently. “He buckled it around me and pulled.” Her voice dropped to a thin thread of sound, shuddering. “He pulled on it as I sucked him, as he fucked me.”He cursed viciously.“No. I wanted it. It’s what I want, Jud. It’s what I need.”“Fuck.” He palmed her throat lightly. She trembled for him, wide eyes holding him in place. He applied a little pressure. “This, Elliot? This is what you want?”“Yes.” She hissed and shifted, legs falling open. He got a whiff of it, her arousal, wafting to him from her parted thighs. “Jud.”He squeezed her again, harder this time. Her pupils dilated. “I’ve decided to take you up on your proposal, Elliot.”The pulse under his palm galloped. Her scent grew deeper, sharper. He leaned forward and nuzzled her cheek, ignoring his own hard dick pressing against his zipper. There’d be some marks on his flesh later, no doubt.“I’ll give you what you need,” he whispered to her, loving the way she shuddered. “Only me,” he growled, “no one else.”
EXCERPT #2“What do you want, Jud?” Steel crept back into her tone.“Two things actually.” The words surprised him. He hadn’t known he wanted more until that moment. “There will be more than me choking you into orgasm. I’ll be fucking you, using you, and most importantly, making love to you.”The frown said she didn’t get it.“We’ll see each other outside of the bedroom, Elliot. Go to dinner, do the usual dating stuff.”She shook her head sharply. “No.”“Yes.”“Jud, I don’t date.” She sounded stressed. “I can’t.”“Why, because you need a bully in the bedroom?” He lifted a brow. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m here, agreeing to be that. But I also want to know you.” He paused. “That’s the second thing.”“What is?”“I’m asking, no scratch that.” He sliced a hand through the air. “I’m telling you that one day I’ll ask you why, and you’ll answer me. With the truth.”“No!” She jumped to her feet. “I won’t.” She tried to move away. He grabbed her by the throat and slammed her against the wall.She froze.“It’s not up for debate, Elliot. Non-negotiable.” He brought his face up to hers, pressed their foreheads together as he pushed his erection against her soft center. Her lashes fluttered, her panting breaths battered his face. She smelled good, like strawberries, lemons, and orgasms. “I’ll ask, sugar, not now, but soon, and you’ll answer with the truth.” He bit her shoulder. “Got me?”She nodded.He touched her hip then slid his hand down and up her skirt, caressing first one, then the other ass cheek before dipping a finger in the valley between. “Say ‘yes, Jud.’”Breath shuddered out between her lips. “Yes, Jud.”“Good.” He took her mouth hard, thrusting his tongue deep while teasing her ass with one finger. She moaned, a pretty sound he wanted to hear again and again. He pushed a thumb to her soaked pussy, getting it nice and slick then moved backward to her ass. He worked the wet finger into her rear entrance. She clutched his shoulders and shook.She was a sensual creature once one got to the heart of her, got to know what made her tick. With one hand wrapped around her throat, he fucked her ass. He didn’t even have to apply any pressure to get her dripping. He kissed her, grinding his cock on her, groaning into her mouth when she touched him with the tip of her tongue, tentative swipes that made him smile in his head. His finger was up her ass, and he had his hand around her throat. Hell, he’d choked her to orgasm only minutes before, but his kisses made her cautious.A contradiction, that Elliot Lively. He wanted to figure her out, wanted to know what made her the person she was. And he’d just bought himself enough time to do so.
A little more about Avril A Caribbean transplant, Avril now lives in Brooklyn, N.Y., with a tolerant spousal equivalent. Together they raise an eccentric daughter who loves reading and school (not so much school anymore). Avril’s earliest memories of reading revolve around discussing the plot points of Nancy Drew and the Hardy Boys with an equally book-minded mother. Always in love with the written word, Avril finally decided to do the writing in August of ’09 and never looked back. Spicy love scenes, delicious heroes, and wicked women burn up the pages of Avril’s stories, but there’ll always be a happy ending; Av remains a believer of love in all its forms. Addicted to cake, the ID Channel and the UFC, Avril writes Erotic and GLBT Romance for Ellora's Cave, Evernight Publishing, eXtasy Books, Secret Cravings Publishing and Total-e-Bound.
Visit: http://www.avrilashton.comFriend me on: http://facebook.com/writeravrilashtonhttp://www.twitter.com/#!/AvrilAsh
http://avrilashton.tumblr.com/
August 8, 2013
Stacy-Deanne ~ Hot Like Fire Blog Tour
Welcome back everyone!!I hope everyone enjoyed their summer. Today is a busy one, so we're gonna jump right in. Please help me welcome one of the busiest ladies I know, Stacy Deanne, and see what she has to say about Triangles in Romance.Stick around because some lucky readers just may end up winners!!
Triangles in Romance: Yay or Nay?The idea for this post comes from a discussion had in one of my Facebook book groups. Someone asked how readers felt about triangles in a romance. Some said they were against it while others enjoyed these types of books.When I say triangles I’m not speaking of threesomes. I am speaking of a person who is torn between the love for two people. Triangles have been the basis for many romance novels since Jane Austin put pen to paper. They are nothing new and seem to be as popular a trend as the ever were.Me, I love triangles because they bring tension and excitement. I love it when a heroine is caught between two men she loves. You have conflict, tension, and passion all rolled into one. Some stricter readers believe that triangles have no place in romance. They believe that it should be the heroine and hero and no one else. I understand that. A triangle is not glamorous to many people, but I believe books should shake things up. If written well a romance with a triangle can be just as compelling a romance as any.I don’t think the type of coupling or romantic situation determines the power of the romance. I think the chemistry between the characters is what makes a romance so special. For me, as long as you give me characters with chemistry, I’ll gladly keep reading. But don’t try to force a couple on me if they have no chemistry. Characters are just like real people in my eyes. You can’t create chemistry between characters, it comes naturally.I must say out of all the romances with triangles I’ve enjoyed, there has always been tons of chemistry. Sometimes it can be a conundrum for a reader when you’re rooting for the hero or heroine to choose between two lovers. Sometimes you like both of their lovers and would prefer them to all be together, but just like that’s not realistic in real life, it’s not in story romances either. Triangles might not be every reader or writer’s cup of tea but I find them full of passion and excitement.
Giveaway Question:Do you agree or disagree with triangles in romance novels? Why or why not? Can you name a romance novel you loved that featured a triangle and why you enjoyed it so?Five people who provide the most interesting answer to this question will each win an ebook copy of The Wild Life.
Giveaway ends at 8 pm Central Time. Ebook copies will be emailed to participants by Stacy-Deanne. Commenters must leave email address with comment to be eligible.
http://www.stacy-deanne.net
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Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/stacydeanne
Purchase The Wild Life: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Peace-Storm-Publishing-Presents/dp/0985076364/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1373140232&sr=1-7&keywords=Stacy-Deanne
Triangles in Romance: Yay or Nay?The idea for this post comes from a discussion had in one of my Facebook book groups. Someone asked how readers felt about triangles in a romance. Some said they were against it while others enjoyed these types of books.When I say triangles I’m not speaking of threesomes. I am speaking of a person who is torn between the love for two people. Triangles have been the basis for many romance novels since Jane Austin put pen to paper. They are nothing new and seem to be as popular a trend as the ever were.Me, I love triangles because they bring tension and excitement. I love it when a heroine is caught between two men she loves. You have conflict, tension, and passion all rolled into one. Some stricter readers believe that triangles have no place in romance. They believe that it should be the heroine and hero and no one else. I understand that. A triangle is not glamorous to many people, but I believe books should shake things up. If written well a romance with a triangle can be just as compelling a romance as any.I don’t think the type of coupling or romantic situation determines the power of the romance. I think the chemistry between the characters is what makes a romance so special. For me, as long as you give me characters with chemistry, I’ll gladly keep reading. But don’t try to force a couple on me if they have no chemistry. Characters are just like real people in my eyes. You can’t create chemistry between characters, it comes naturally.I must say out of all the romances with triangles I’ve enjoyed, there has always been tons of chemistry. Sometimes it can be a conundrum for a reader when you’re rooting for the hero or heroine to choose between two lovers. Sometimes you like both of their lovers and would prefer them to all be together, but just like that’s not realistic in real life, it’s not in story romances either. Triangles might not be every reader or writer’s cup of tea but I find them full of passion and excitement.
Giveaway Question:Do you agree or disagree with triangles in romance novels? Why or why not? Can you name a romance novel you loved that featured a triangle and why you enjoyed it so?Five people who provide the most interesting answer to this question will each win an ebook copy of The Wild Life.
Giveaway ends at 8 pm Central Time. Ebook copies will be emailed to participants by Stacy-Deanne. Commenters must leave email address with comment to be eligible.
http://www.stacy-deanne.net
Facebook: http://tiny.cc/aqx43
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/stacydeanne
Purchase The Wild Life: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Peace-Storm-Publishing-Presents/dp/0985076364/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1373140232&sr=1-7&keywords=Stacy-Deanne
August 5, 2013
Bondage, Domination and Plenty of Sex by Lucy Felthouse
Well that just about says it all, doesn’t it?Welcome Lucy Felthouse, one of my fellow Wickedly Sexy Writersand an exceptionally wicked one at that. I’ll be turning SWAK over to her today, so you all have fun!!!Take it away, Lucy…
Bondage, domination and plenty of sex are some words and phrases that describe my two latest releases. Releasing within days of one another Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris are smokin’ hot, even if I do say so myself!Testing Tom is a femdom erotic romance novella. Here’s the blurb:
When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.
More info, excerpt and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/Add to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147133-testing-tom
A Taste of Paris is book two in my A Taste of... series and is an erotic short story. Here’s the blurb:
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.
More info, excerpt and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-paris/Add to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17368766-a-taste-of-paris
I hope you’ll check out my books!Happy reading,Lucy x
*****Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
Bondage, domination and plenty of sex are some words and phrases that describe my two latest releases. Releasing within days of one another Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris are smokin’ hot, even if I do say so myself!Testing Tom is a femdom erotic romance novella. Here’s the blurb:
When Katrina’s ex, Tom, turns up on her doorstep, he’s literally the last person she was expecting to see. After dumping her and running off with a vanilla chick, Tom broke the Domme’s heart and left her seriously hurting. So when he returns, begging for another chance, Katrina is understandably very confused and protective of her bruised feelings. She finds it very difficult to believe that he’s turned his back on a vanilla lifestyle for good and wants to be with her, a professional dominatrix. Rather than letting her head or her heart figure out what to do, whether to forgive him, she decides to put Tom through a series of challenges that will prove his devotion to her—or not. Testing Tom is not something she’d ever expected she’d have to do, but to her, it’s the only way she can be sure whether he’s back for good.More info, excerpt and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/testing-tom/Add to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18147133-testing-tom
A Taste of Paris is book two in my A Taste of... series and is an erotic short story. Here’s the blurb:
Ryan Stonebridge and his friend Kristian Hurst are traveling on their year off before going to University.Unfortunately, Kristian has been called back home due to a family emergency. Ryan continues on to Paris alone, hoping his friend will join him again soon.In the meantime, Ryan’s lucky streak with women continues, and by the time Kristian makes it to Paris, Ryan’s bumper box of condoms is depleting rapidly. However, there are more than enough women to go around, and Kristian intends to have some sexy fun of his own, and when the boys get a chance to play with two sexy ladies at once, they certainly aren’t going to turn it down.More info, excerpt and buy links here: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk/published-works/a-taste-of-paris/Add to Goodreads here: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17368766-a-taste-of-paris
I hope you’ll check out my books!Happy reading,Lucy x
*****Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9
July 31, 2013
D.X. Luc is here with Hunters of Seraphim: Jadin
Welcome back everyone!! Today we have the lovely and talented, D.X. Luc and her latest novel, Hunters of Seraphim: Jadin.Grab a cup of coffee and a comfy spot to sit, and let’s dig into this delicious morsel of love and romance from the future!
In the year 4411, females dominate the world. Men are now the weaker sex and all roles have been reversed.
Angela is an accomplished defense attorney and has grown up in a world dominated by women but she craves something more. She secretly yearns for a strong dominant man…not a simpering wimp. Nestled on an island far from the world Angela knows are a group of mighty male Hunters. They're strong, dominate and sexy and each Hunter is waiting for the goddess Seraphim to grant him his mate. After waking from a drug induced sleep, Angela finds herself on this jungle island, playing a game of cat and mouse with Jadin... the sexiest man she's ever seen. He claims she's his, but she wants the right to choose. Will Angela be able to give into her hearts desires or will a lifetime of embedded teachings prevent her from having the man of her dreams?
Excerpt:
“I assure you, I want nothing to do with Lydia. I’ve told her this many times and yet…she still doesn’t get it.” “Oh, she’s got all kinds of hots for you, Jadin. Not that I blame her.” Angela chuckled. “She threatened me not long ago. Told me that I wasn’t good enough for you. Man, is she going to give it to me for actually snagging you.” “I’ll have a chat with Travis and Kefir. She’s starting to become an embarrassment to not only her husband, but also herself.” Angela waved her hand. “It's really not a big deal. She's probably all talk.”“Hardly. You don't know her. She may be cute and small, but she's by no means cuddly.” “What do you mean she's 'cute'?” That was the only thing the woman heard? Tilting his head, he saw fire snapping in her brown eyes. “Just as I said.” Jadin gave her an innocent glance, his woman’s cheeks were red with her growing jealousy. It turned him on something fierce. He lay back against the pillows and languidly stroked his stiffening cock. “You think Lydia is pretty?” Angela hissed. “Of course. She's got a nice ass and perky breasts.” Angela crawled over to where he rested, moving up his body until she straddled his hips. “Is that so? You've looked at her that much have you? Next—you'll be telling me you've seen her naked!” “Yes. Once we bathed together in the lake.” The mischievousness in his voice was thick and Jadin knew she heard it. “Oh, hell no! I’m the only woman you’ll see naked from now on, buddy!” She impaled her pussy onto his waiting hardness. Jadin sucked in a huge gust of air. All wet and hot, she dug her nails into his chest, riding him with abandon. He growled, rolling her under him, matching her frantic movements with his thrusts. Her body arched, as she offered him a dusky peach nipple and he took it, suckling as she cried out his name. Her walls trembled around him the aftershocks rippling when Angela came down from her orgasm, fueling him to go on. Lifting his head, he stared into her brown depths. “Keep coming for me, Angela. I won’t stop until you pass out from this.” He drew back, then pounded his hips into her, causing her to scream. “That’s right, woman. Show me why you were given to me and me alone.”
For a limited time, Hunters of Seraphim: Jadin
will be available at the awesomely discounted price of...
.99 cents!!!
Snag it while it's HOT!!!
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Of-Seraphim~Jadin-ebook/dp/B00E6GC3WC/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_PPT6
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hunters-Of-Seraphim~Jadin-ebook/dp/B00E6GC3WC/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_5YFV
A little more about D. X.:
An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story, Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.Now, as a busy mom of three, that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just take a breath, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing and I wouldn't want it any other way!
In the year 4411, females dominate the world. Men are now the weaker sex and all roles have been reversed.
Angela is an accomplished defense attorney and has grown up in a world dominated by women but she craves something more. She secretly yearns for a strong dominant man…not a simpering wimp. Nestled on an island far from the world Angela knows are a group of mighty male Hunters. They're strong, dominate and sexy and each Hunter is waiting for the goddess Seraphim to grant him his mate. After waking from a drug induced sleep, Angela finds herself on this jungle island, playing a game of cat and mouse with Jadin... the sexiest man she's ever seen. He claims she's his, but she wants the right to choose. Will Angela be able to give into her hearts desires or will a lifetime of embedded teachings prevent her from having the man of her dreams?
Excerpt:
“I assure you, I want nothing to do with Lydia. I’ve told her this many times and yet…she still doesn’t get it.” “Oh, she’s got all kinds of hots for you, Jadin. Not that I blame her.” Angela chuckled. “She threatened me not long ago. Told me that I wasn’t good enough for you. Man, is she going to give it to me for actually snagging you.” “I’ll have a chat with Travis and Kefir. She’s starting to become an embarrassment to not only her husband, but also herself.” Angela waved her hand. “It's really not a big deal. She's probably all talk.”“Hardly. You don't know her. She may be cute and small, but she's by no means cuddly.” “What do you mean she's 'cute'?” That was the only thing the woman heard? Tilting his head, he saw fire snapping in her brown eyes. “Just as I said.” Jadin gave her an innocent glance, his woman’s cheeks were red with her growing jealousy. It turned him on something fierce. He lay back against the pillows and languidly stroked his stiffening cock. “You think Lydia is pretty?” Angela hissed. “Of course. She's got a nice ass and perky breasts.” Angela crawled over to where he rested, moving up his body until she straddled his hips. “Is that so? You've looked at her that much have you? Next—you'll be telling me you've seen her naked!” “Yes. Once we bathed together in the lake.” The mischievousness in his voice was thick and Jadin knew she heard it. “Oh, hell no! I’m the only woman you’ll see naked from now on, buddy!” She impaled her pussy onto his waiting hardness. Jadin sucked in a huge gust of air. All wet and hot, she dug her nails into his chest, riding him with abandon. He growled, rolling her under him, matching her frantic movements with his thrusts. Her body arched, as she offered him a dusky peach nipple and he took it, suckling as she cried out his name. Her walls trembled around him the aftershocks rippling when Angela came down from her orgasm, fueling him to go on. Lifting his head, he stared into her brown depths. “Keep coming for me, Angela. I won’t stop until you pass out from this.” He drew back, then pounded his hips into her, causing her to scream. “That’s right, woman. Show me why you were given to me and me alone.”
For a limited time, Hunters of Seraphim: Jadin
will be available at the awesomely discounted price of...
.99 cents!!!
Snag it while it's HOT!!!
Amazon US: http://www.amazon.com/Hunters-Of-Seraphim~Jadin-ebook/dp/B00E6GC3WC/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_PPT6
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Hunters-Of-Seraphim~Jadin-ebook/dp/B00E6GC3WC/ref=pd_rhf_gw_p_t_1_5YFV
A little more about D. X.:
An avid reader since I was a child, I never found a book I disliked. Mostly, you could find me lost in Shakespeare, Edgar Allen Poe, or Ernest Hemingway, and my most favorite, Ancient Greek literature. Taking my love of books, I started writing poetry, short stories, and even helped with screen writes for my drama club.By the time I was in my teens, my older sister introduced me to my first romance novel, The Hawk and the Dove by Virginia Henley. The moment I fell into the world of love, I was hooked, and my addiction for more grew until I found myself delving deeper into the erotic.After being convinced that I had the skills to try my hand at writing, I went to work on my first story, Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. And since being published, I've not looked back.Now, as a busy mom of three, that homeschools, drives to activities, and manages to find time to just take a breath, I have to say, I love being naughty when I get the chance. It's freeing and I wouldn't want it any other way!
July 11, 2013
Rebecca Brochu's Debut M/F Naughty Fairy Tale, The Wolf's Moon
I usually show off Rebecca Brochu’s new releases over on Tyler’s Naughty Notions, which is better suited for GLBT stories, but today marks a momentous occasion: the debut of an M/F story from my lovely friend and fellow Evernight author.I’m so glad you are all here to help me celebrate this genre leap, and hope you enjoy the morsel of yumminess Rebecca has included in today’s "Sealed With a Kiss" post.
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you an Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tale... The Wolf’s Moon!!
Silke’s life in her village has not been easy since the death of her parents. Things only get worse when the local healer takes her under her wing. Branded a witch and tormented by the other villagers, Silke has resigned herself to living her life alone. Then a chance encounter in the woods with a dark and handsome stranger named Raoul throws Silke’s carefully ordered life off balance. Now she has to deal with the stormy emotions that Raoul brings to life within her as she works at solving the mystery of who’s leaving gifts on her doorstep. When the time comes, will Silke be willing to give up everything she’s ever known for a love that’s deeper than she’s ever thought possible? Or will she reject the gift the wolf’s moon has given her?
Adult Excerpt:
Raoul growls low in his throat and yanks Silke’s body back up against his own as one of his hands forces her head to tilt back. His lips close over hers, and there’s no hesitation this time, no gentle coaxing or playful teasing. He dominates her mouth, tongue sweeping in and going deep as he licks at the back of her teeth like he’s chasing her flavor. Silke gives back as good as she can as she digs her nails into his naked shoulders and returns his passion to the best of her abilities.Silke almost doesn’t feel it when he begins to move them, but she doesn’t stop him when he begins to pull at her skirt, rucking it up until he can wrap large, hot hands around her thighs. She moans and clutches at his shoulder harder as he lifts her without any effort and presses her back up against a nearby tree as he steps into the space between her thighs. Silke gasps, breaking the kiss and bucking her hips up into the cage of his hands as best she can. She can feel him, can feel his heat as he presses the hard line of his cock against her.“Raoul!” Silke cries out and Raoul answers her by dipping his head down to mouth at her neck as he presses his hips down against her. He racks the vulnerable, pale line of her throat with surprisingly sharp teeth before he soothes the sting with his tongue.“Silke.” She hears him murmur against the skin of her throat, but she pays him no mind, too caught up in the pleasure of having him against her. Then one of his hands shifts and he trails it slowly up the soft flesh of her thigh, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. For the first time, despite how much she wants him, she feels uneasy, hesitant.Raoul makes a soft noise and brings his face back up so he can capture her mouth again in a surprisingly gentle kiss. When he pulls back his hand has stilled high on her thigh, the ends of his fingers just brushing her curls.“I won’t take you, Silke, not here, not like this. Just let me. Please.” Raoul sounds almost as if he’s pleading, as if he’s begging her to give him something precious. Silke doesn’t want to deny him, doesn’t want to deny herself, so she looks him in the eyes and nods.
You may find Rebecca and this title by following the links below:
The Wolf's Moon: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-wolfs-moon-by-rebecca-brochu/
Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Blog: http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorRBrochu
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu
Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you an Evernight Publishing Naughty Fairy Tale... The Wolf’s Moon!!
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Silke’s life in her village has not been easy since the death of her parents. Things only get worse when the local healer takes her under her wing. Branded a witch and tormented by the other villagers, Silke has resigned herself to living her life alone. Then a chance encounter in the woods with a dark and handsome stranger named Raoul throws Silke’s carefully ordered life off balance. Now she has to deal with the stormy emotions that Raoul brings to life within her as she works at solving the mystery of who’s leaving gifts on her doorstep. When the time comes, will Silke be willing to give up everything she’s ever known for a love that’s deeper than she’s ever thought possible? Or will she reject the gift the wolf’s moon has given her?
Adult Excerpt:
Raoul growls low in his throat and yanks Silke’s body back up against his own as one of his hands forces her head to tilt back. His lips close over hers, and there’s no hesitation this time, no gentle coaxing or playful teasing. He dominates her mouth, tongue sweeping in and going deep as he licks at the back of her teeth like he’s chasing her flavor. Silke gives back as good as she can as she digs her nails into his naked shoulders and returns his passion to the best of her abilities.Silke almost doesn’t feel it when he begins to move them, but she doesn’t stop him when he begins to pull at her skirt, rucking it up until he can wrap large, hot hands around her thighs. She moans and clutches at his shoulder harder as he lifts her without any effort and presses her back up against a nearby tree as he steps into the space between her thighs. Silke gasps, breaking the kiss and bucking her hips up into the cage of his hands as best she can. She can feel him, can feel his heat as he presses the hard line of his cock against her.“Raoul!” Silke cries out and Raoul answers her by dipping his head down to mouth at her neck as he presses his hips down against her. He racks the vulnerable, pale line of her throat with surprisingly sharp teeth before he soothes the sting with his tongue.“Silke.” She hears him murmur against the skin of her throat, but she pays him no mind, too caught up in the pleasure of having him against her. Then one of his hands shifts and he trails it slowly up the soft flesh of her thigh, fingertips tracing lightly over her skin. For the first time, despite how much she wants him, she feels uneasy, hesitant.Raoul makes a soft noise and brings his face back up so he can capture her mouth again in a surprisingly gentle kiss. When he pulls back his hand has stilled high on her thigh, the ends of his fingers just brushing her curls.“I won’t take you, Silke, not here, not like this. Just let me. Please.” Raoul sounds almost as if he’s pleading, as if he’s begging her to give him something precious. Silke doesn’t want to deny him, doesn’t want to deny herself, so she looks him in the eyes and nods.
You may find Rebecca and this title by following the links below:
The Wolf's Moon: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/the-wolfs-moon-by-rebecca-brochu/
Evernight Publisher: http://www.evernightpublishing.com/rebecca-brochu/
Blog: http://rbrochu.blogspot.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorRBrochu
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/-/e/B008DMDK5E
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/AuthorRebeccaBrochu
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5159900.Rebecca_Brochu
July 8, 2013
Stacy Deanne Drops by Sealed With a Kiss!!
Welcome back everyone!!I hope everyone enjoyed their Fourth of July and/or Canada Day. Today is a busy one, so we're gonna jump right in. Please help me welcome one of the busiest ladies I know, Stacy Deanne, and see what she has to say about Triangles in Romance.Stick around because some lucky readers just may end up winners!!
Triangles in Romance: Yay or Nay?The idea for this post comes from a discussion had in one of my Facebook book groups. Someone asked how readers felt about triangles in a romance. Some said they were against it while others enjoyed these types of books.When I say triangles I’m not speaking of threesomes. I am speaking of a person who is torn between the love for two people. Triangles have been the basis for many romance novels since Jane Austin put pen to paper. They are nothing new and seem to be as popular a trend as the ever were. Me, I love triangles because they bring tension and excitement. I love it when a heroine is caught between two men she loves. You have conflict, tension, and passion all rolled into one. Some stricter readers believe that triangles have no place in romance. They believe that it should be the heroine and hero and no one else. I understand that. A triangle is not glamorous to many people, but I believe books should shake things up. If written well a romance with a triangle can be just as compelling a romance as any.I don’t think the type of coupling or romantic situation determines the power of the romance. I think the chemistry between the characters is what makes a romance so special. For me, as long as you give me characters with chemistry, I’ll gladly keep reading. But don’t try to force a couple on me if they have no chemistry. Characters are just like real people in my eyes. You can’t create chemistry between characters, it comes naturally.I must say out of all the romances with triangles I’ve enjoyed, there has always been tons of chemistry. Sometimes it can be a conundrum for a reader when you’re rooting for the hero or heroine to choose between two lovers. Sometimes you like both of their lovers and would prefer them to all be together, but just like that’s not realistic in real life, it’s not in story romances either. Triangles might not be every reader or writer’s cup of tea but I find them full of passion and excitement.
Giveaway Question:Do you agree or disagree with triangles in romance novels? Why or why not? Can you name a romance novel you loved that featured a triangle and why you enjoyed it so?Five people who provide the most interesting answer to this question will each win an ebook copy of The Wild Life.
Giveaway ends at 8 pm Central Time. Ebook copies will be emailed to participants by Stacy-Deanne. Commenters must leave email address with comment to be eligible.
http://www.stacy-deanne.net
Facebook: http://tiny.cc/aqx43
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/stacydeanne
Purchase The Wild Life: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Peace-Storm-Publishing-Presents/dp/0985076364/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1373140232&sr=1-7&keywords=Stacy-Deanne
Triangles in Romance: Yay or Nay?The idea for this post comes from a discussion had in one of my Facebook book groups. Someone asked how readers felt about triangles in a romance. Some said they were against it while others enjoyed these types of books.When I say triangles I’m not speaking of threesomes. I am speaking of a person who is torn between the love for two people. Triangles have been the basis for many romance novels since Jane Austin put pen to paper. They are nothing new and seem to be as popular a trend as the ever were. Me, I love triangles because they bring tension and excitement. I love it when a heroine is caught between two men she loves. You have conflict, tension, and passion all rolled into one. Some stricter readers believe that triangles have no place in romance. They believe that it should be the heroine and hero and no one else. I understand that. A triangle is not glamorous to many people, but I believe books should shake things up. If written well a romance with a triangle can be just as compelling a romance as any.I don’t think the type of coupling or romantic situation determines the power of the romance. I think the chemistry between the characters is what makes a romance so special. For me, as long as you give me characters with chemistry, I’ll gladly keep reading. But don’t try to force a couple on me if they have no chemistry. Characters are just like real people in my eyes. You can’t create chemistry between characters, it comes naturally.I must say out of all the romances with triangles I’ve enjoyed, there has always been tons of chemistry. Sometimes it can be a conundrum for a reader when you’re rooting for the hero or heroine to choose between two lovers. Sometimes you like both of their lovers and would prefer them to all be together, but just like that’s not realistic in real life, it’s not in story romances either. Triangles might not be every reader or writer’s cup of tea but I find them full of passion and excitement.
Giveaway Question:Do you agree or disagree with triangles in romance novels? Why or why not? Can you name a romance novel you loved that featured a triangle and why you enjoyed it so?Five people who provide the most interesting answer to this question will each win an ebook copy of The Wild Life.
Giveaway ends at 8 pm Central Time. Ebook copies will be emailed to participants by Stacy-Deanne. Commenters must leave email address with comment to be eligible.
http://www.stacy-deanne.net
Facebook: http://tiny.cc/aqx43
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/stacydeanne
Purchase The Wild Life: http://www.amazon.com/Wild-Peace-Storm-Publishing-Presents/dp/0985076364/ref=sr_1_7?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1373140232&sr=1-7&keywords=Stacy-Deanne
June 22, 2013
Jezebel Jorge and Need You Tonight!!
Hope everyone is having a great weekend!!I’m gonna do my best to help you out with that by introducing author Jezebel Jorge, and taking a peek at her new release, “Need You Tonight”ENJOY!!!
Don't miss out on the drawing for a chance to win any of Jezebel Jorge's many titles!
Saffron has as thing for muscled up, bad boy pro wrestlers. Going to the matches, and actually getting to hang out with the guys she sees on TV every week, is both an ego trip and an escape from her less than exciting real life. When she catches her favorite guy with another girl, she decides to get even with the cheating ex by seducing his arch rival.Mik Daring isn't known for turning down the temptations of life on the road. He's more than willing to piss off his most hated nemesis in the ring with some action between the sheets.Their attraction is so intense that by the next morning they both know one night of passion will never be enough.
Buy Links: Evernight Publishing AllRomance Ebooks Amazon
Adult Excerpt:
He gave her ass another playful swat and then yanked away the pillows to resume his comfortable position propped against the headboard."What do you want?" She crawled up to him on all fours, her eyes sparkling with a wary eagerness that somehow put him on edge. How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go for him?"Undo my tie."Mik had to fight the urge to kiss her as she loosened the knot on his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He took the tie from her and for just a second considered using it to bind her hands. No, not yet. He wasn't ready to go there yet. Not with her."Unbutton my shirt," he said.Like a good little girl, she did as he asked, slowly working open each button, almost as if she were teasing him by not allowing her hand to slip and touch his skin. It would be so easy to tie her up and just fuck the hell out of her. Get her out of his room and out of his head quick and easy with no unnecessary complications.She reached to untuck his shirt and he tightened his grip on the tie."No." He stopped her with just the single word. "Take off my shoes."Saffron slid her naked body down to his feet and stuck her bottom up in the air as she removed first one shoe and then the other. He knew she was working it as she straddled his legs, bending ever so slightly to give him the occasional sweet peeks of her pussy. He got so distracted by the view that he forgot to tell her it was okay to remove his socks. Her touch was electric as she kneaded the sole of his foot with surprisingly strong hands. Damn if he felt the pleasure all the way up to his dick.“Okay," he said, struggling to keep his composure. "That feels great, but... let's keep going."She crawled back up to face him. Not touching him. Just waiting for his next command. He glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants and her eyes followed. Those freaky lilac crocus eyes."May I?" Saffron's hand hovered over his belt.He'd thought of her by name. This girl had so quickly become more than just another on the road piece of ass. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. Thinking was highly overrated in a situation like this. "Go for it."
A Note from Jezebel:
Need You Tonightstarted out as a dare from my favorite ex. He challenged me to write a hot story with him as the hero and have it ready for him when he would be in town for a WWE Monday Night Raw taping at the Bridgestone Arena. A little verbal foreplay, you might say…Our relationship began much like Saffron and Mik’s. I approached him in a hotel parking lot wanting to get even with a cheating ex by hooking up with the one guy he hated. Some twenty-five years later, and we’re still pissing off J— every chance we get.I hope you’ll check out my story and have as much fun as I did in reliving all those awesome 1980s Hot ‘Lanta nights.
About the Author:
Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and medium. Her indie released Ring Dreams series features wicked witches and hot pro wrestlers. She is also recounting her spirit guide, Odessa’s life with a series of hot short reads. If you would like to sample one of Odessa’s stories for free and sign up for our newsletter just email a receipt from purchasing Need You Tonight and I will send you a Smashwords coupon code for your choice of a free download of Under My Skin or The Lady is A Tramp. JezebelJorge(at)gmail.com
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Saffron has as thing for muscled up, bad boy pro wrestlers. Going to the matches, and actually getting to hang out with the guys she sees on TV every week, is both an ego trip and an escape from her less than exciting real life. When she catches her favorite guy with another girl, she decides to get even with the cheating ex by seducing his arch rival.Mik Daring isn't known for turning down the temptations of life on the road. He's more than willing to piss off his most hated nemesis in the ring with some action between the sheets.Their attraction is so intense that by the next morning they both know one night of passion will never be enough.
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Adult Excerpt:
He gave her ass another playful swat and then yanked away the pillows to resume his comfortable position propped against the headboard."What do you want?" She crawled up to him on all fours, her eyes sparkling with a wary eagerness that somehow put him on edge. How far could he push her? How far was she willing to go for him?"Undo my tie."Mik had to fight the urge to kiss her as she loosened the knot on his tie and pulled it from around his neck. He took the tie from her and for just a second considered using it to bind her hands. No, not yet. He wasn't ready to go there yet. Not with her."Unbutton my shirt," he said.Like a good little girl, she did as he asked, slowly working open each button, almost as if she were teasing him by not allowing her hand to slip and touch his skin. It would be so easy to tie her up and just fuck the hell out of her. Get her out of his room and out of his head quick and easy with no unnecessary complications.She reached to untuck his shirt and he tightened his grip on the tie."No." He stopped her with just the single word. "Take off my shoes."Saffron slid her naked body down to his feet and stuck her bottom up in the air as she removed first one shoe and then the other. He knew she was working it as she straddled his legs, bending ever so slightly to give him the occasional sweet peeks of her pussy. He got so distracted by the view that he forgot to tell her it was okay to remove his socks. Her touch was electric as she kneaded the sole of his foot with surprisingly strong hands. Damn if he felt the pleasure all the way up to his dick.“Okay," he said, struggling to keep his composure. "That feels great, but... let's keep going."She crawled back up to face him. Not touching him. Just waiting for his next command. He glanced at the obvious bulge in his pants and her eyes followed. Those freaky lilac crocus eyes."May I?" Saffron's hand hovered over his belt.He'd thought of her by name. This girl had so quickly become more than just another on the road piece of ass. He wasn't exactly sure how he felt about that. Thinking was highly overrated in a situation like this. "Go for it."
A Note from Jezebel:
Need You Tonightstarted out as a dare from my favorite ex. He challenged me to write a hot story with him as the hero and have it ready for him when he would be in town for a WWE Monday Night Raw taping at the Bridgestone Arena. A little verbal foreplay, you might say…Our relationship began much like Saffron and Mik’s. I approached him in a hotel parking lot wanting to get even with a cheating ex by hooking up with the one guy he hated. Some twenty-five years later, and we’re still pissing off J— every chance we get.I hope you’ll check out my story and have as much fun as I did in reliving all those awesome 1980s Hot ‘Lanta nights.
About the Author:
Jezebel Jorge is a practicing witch and medium. Her indie released Ring Dreams series features wicked witches and hot pro wrestlers. She is also recounting her spirit guide, Odessa’s life with a series of hot short reads. If you would like to sample one of Odessa’s stories for free and sign up for our newsletter just email a receipt from purchasing Need You Tonight and I will send you a Smashwords coupon code for your choice of a free download of Under My Skin or The Lady is A Tramp. JezebelJorge(at)gmail.com
You can find her online at the following locations: www.jezebeljorge.com www.witchlitchick.com www.facebook.com/jezebeljorge www.twitter.com/witchlitchick
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June 9, 2013
Interview with Vampire, Michael from Tamsin Baker's, Eternal Hearts
Happy Monday!! I love it when authors drop by, but it’s always a treat when characters come along, too. Today we have a VAMPIRE!! Yum!!We have a lot to cover today, so let’s get down to it. Help me welcome Michael, a 500 year old vampire from Tamsin Baker's, Eternal Hearts!!
For five hundred years, vampires Nathaniel and Michael have loved each other. But without their third mate, they feel empty and incomplete.Lady Margaret Tonnington is a recent widow who has finally got some control over her life. The last thing she wants or expects are two male vampires, both claiming to need her. She is shocked by the strength of their passion for each other and wants to be a part of that love.But Michael and Nathaniel want to bind her to them forever. Margaret is hesitant to change her life and fights to stay human. A compromise will be almost impossible, however it is essential for her vampire mates' lives that she does.
WARNING:
ADULT CONTENT
Tell us a little bit about your world.For this story it is 1811 and we are living in stuffy London. So many rules, such ridiculous fashions! Nathaniel and I have been lovers for our entire existence, yet we are still searching for the third person who will complete us. We are vampires, so can only venture out at night, but that isn’t a problem for Regency London time. Everyone sleeps all day anyway.
Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?Yes, I don’t know. I show Nathaniel I love him, but struggle to say the words. If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them? She’d probably whine about the lack of all her modern conveniences and we’d worry about her being bitten by some other vampire.Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?Yes, a few. I love Nathaniel, though staying with him is hard. You’ll have to read the book to find out the rest.
Do you ever ask your significant other for advice?Nathaniel? No, though he gives it when he feels he needs to.
What is your most favorite thing to do?Fuck Nathaniel or Margaret, or both. Then feed on Margaret. Depending on my mood, feeding can be on the top of the list.
Have you ever lost control?Yes. The first time we were intimate with Margaret, I almost fucked her when I promised I wouldn’t. She just smelt so good, tasted so divine. Lucky Nathaniel was there.
What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?By far, the second night we wee with Margaret. Watching Nathaniel fuck her, then me. Nothing better.
Now that we know a little more, let’s get down to the good stuff with an ADULT EXCERPT:
“You fucking bastard!” Michael spat at Nathaniel, his thirst so high his fangs were extended and wouldn’t retract.Nathaniel ignored him as they walked through the streets searching for someone to feed on. Michael knew that he needed blood, now. Anyone would do.His skin was clammy, and his thirst burnt his throat. It felt like someone had set his oesophagus alight. He and Nathaniel had been searching for a sweet smelling female for him to feed on when he had smelled Margaret. He had moved before he had decided he needed to follow her. Never had he smelled anyone like her, the magnetic pull, irresistible. Even with Nathaniel in the beginning, he had never felt anything like it.Michael groaned and dug his fingernails into his hands. He couldn’t decide which emotion was stronger. To feed or fuck? Thanks to deprivation and the arrival of their mate, he needed both so badly.They heard a woman scream and took off at a run. They found a dirty smelling gentleman forcing himself on a woman who looked like a whore in an alley. It was easy to see that she was not complying.Nathaniel reached the woman at the same time as Michael grabbed the disgusting man.Michael sank his fangs into the man’s throbbing artery, and sweet, lovely blood flowed into his starved body. He groaned and pulled the man closer, his cock hardening. He drank and drank, his thirst unquenchable, and for once, Michael didn’t care. This man did not deserve to live. Nathaniel stepped up behind him and gently but persistently pulled his head back.Michael found a shred of humanity still left in his soul. So he disengaged, and the unconscious, but still alive, man slid to the ground. He looked around. The whore was gone. Nathaniel must have taken her back to the house she came from.His thirst now quenched, his rock-hard cock now had priority. He looked at his mate. His beautiful, generous, far too controlled mate.“I need you.”Nathaniel laughed and stepped closer. He dropped his hand down to Michael’s cock and rubbed it hard.Michael’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his eyes slid closed. If his mate would just continue doing that, he would come in no time. But no, his mate had other ideas. Nathaniel whispered into his ear. “I don’t want another alley-way fuck, my love. We have found our third. Let us go home and celebrate.”Michael shook with his desire but forced it down. His lover was right, and they both deserved more than what his body had in mind.He turned in Nathaniel’s arms and kissed him. He slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s and rubbed his body against Nathaniel’s hardening one.“You are right. We are soon to be complete. Let’s go.”Michael grabbed Nathaniel’s hand, and they ran home. Once there, they kissed and licked every inch of each other’s skin and took turns fucking each other.They were insatiable, the nervous energy working through their systems in different ways. Michael wanted to go back to Margaret and claim her, turn her so that they could be together forever. But he also knew why Nathaniel wanted to wait, and a small part of him silently thanked his mate for being the reasonable one.The both came several times before sunrise, finally collapsing due to sheer exhaustion and the bliss of knowing they had found their third.Before Michael passed out that night he realised Nathaniel was right. Margaret needed to join them willingly. Fall in love with them. And that would mean they would have to woo her, God help us.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, rimming, voyeurismWant to read more? Download the whole darn thing from Evernight Publishing!! http://www.evernightpublishing.com/eternal-hearts-by-tamsin-baker/
For five hundred years, vampires Nathaniel and Michael have loved each other. But without their third mate, they feel empty and incomplete.Lady Margaret Tonnington is a recent widow who has finally got some control over her life. The last thing she wants or expects are two male vampires, both claiming to need her. She is shocked by the strength of their passion for each other and wants to be a part of that love.But Michael and Nathaniel want to bind her to them forever. Margaret is hesitant to change her life and fights to stay human. A compromise will be almost impossible, however it is essential for her vampire mates' lives that she does.
WARNING:
ADULT CONTENT
Tell us a little bit about your world.For this story it is 1811 and we are living in stuffy London. So many rules, such ridiculous fashions! Nathaniel and I have been lovers for our entire existence, yet we are still searching for the third person who will complete us. We are vampires, so can only venture out at night, but that isn’t a problem for Regency London time. Everyone sleeps all day anyway.
Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?Yes, I don’t know. I show Nathaniel I love him, but struggle to say the words. If you could pull your author into your world, what do you think would happen to them? She’d probably whine about the lack of all her modern conveniences and we’d worry about her being bitten by some other vampire.Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?Yes, a few. I love Nathaniel, though staying with him is hard. You’ll have to read the book to find out the rest.
Do you ever ask your significant other for advice?Nathaniel? No, though he gives it when he feels he needs to.
What is your most favorite thing to do?Fuck Nathaniel or Margaret, or both. Then feed on Margaret. Depending on my mood, feeding can be on the top of the list.
Have you ever lost control?Yes. The first time we were intimate with Margaret, I almost fucked her when I promised I wouldn’t. She just smelt so good, tasted so divine. Lucky Nathaniel was there.
What was the best sexual experience you’ve had?By far, the second night we wee with Margaret. Watching Nathaniel fuck her, then me. Nothing better.
Now that we know a little more, let’s get down to the good stuff with an ADULT EXCERPT:
“You fucking bastard!” Michael spat at Nathaniel, his thirst so high his fangs were extended and wouldn’t retract.Nathaniel ignored him as they walked through the streets searching for someone to feed on. Michael knew that he needed blood, now. Anyone would do.His skin was clammy, and his thirst burnt his throat. It felt like someone had set his oesophagus alight. He and Nathaniel had been searching for a sweet smelling female for him to feed on when he had smelled Margaret. He had moved before he had decided he needed to follow her. Never had he smelled anyone like her, the magnetic pull, irresistible. Even with Nathaniel in the beginning, he had never felt anything like it.Michael groaned and dug his fingernails into his hands. He couldn’t decide which emotion was stronger. To feed or fuck? Thanks to deprivation and the arrival of their mate, he needed both so badly.They heard a woman scream and took off at a run. They found a dirty smelling gentleman forcing himself on a woman who looked like a whore in an alley. It was easy to see that she was not complying.Nathaniel reached the woman at the same time as Michael grabbed the disgusting man.Michael sank his fangs into the man’s throbbing artery, and sweet, lovely blood flowed into his starved body. He groaned and pulled the man closer, his cock hardening. He drank and drank, his thirst unquenchable, and for once, Michael didn’t care. This man did not deserve to live. Nathaniel stepped up behind him and gently but persistently pulled his head back.Michael found a shred of humanity still left in his soul. So he disengaged, and the unconscious, but still alive, man slid to the ground. He looked around. The whore was gone. Nathaniel must have taken her back to the house she came from.His thirst now quenched, his rock-hard cock now had priority. He looked at his mate. His beautiful, generous, far too controlled mate.“I need you.”Nathaniel laughed and stepped closer. He dropped his hand down to Michael’s cock and rubbed it hard.Michael’s breath hissed out between his teeth, and his eyes slid closed. If his mate would just continue doing that, he would come in no time. But no, his mate had other ideas. Nathaniel whispered into his ear. “I don’t want another alley-way fuck, my love. We have found our third. Let us go home and celebrate.”Michael shook with his desire but forced it down. His lover was right, and they both deserved more than what his body had in mind.He turned in Nathaniel’s arms and kissed him. He slid his tongue along Nathaniel’s and rubbed his body against Nathaniel’s hardening one.“You are right. We are soon to be complete. Let’s go.”Michael grabbed Nathaniel’s hand, and they ran home. Once there, they kissed and licked every inch of each other’s skin and took turns fucking each other.They were insatiable, the nervous energy working through their systems in different ways. Michael wanted to go back to Margaret and claim her, turn her so that they could be together forever. But he also knew why Nathaniel wanted to wait, and a small part of him silently thanked his mate for being the reasonable one.The both came several times before sunrise, finally collapsing due to sheer exhaustion and the bliss of knowing they had found their third.Before Michael passed out that night he realised Nathaniel was right. Margaret needed to join them willingly. Fall in love with them. And that would mean they would have to woo her, God help us.
Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), m/m sex, rimming, voyeurismWant to read more? Download the whole darn thing from Evernight Publishing!! http://www.evernightpublishing.com/eternal-hearts-by-tamsin-baker/
June 7, 2013
Sable Hunter's telling tales about her animal magnetism and John Stamos!!!
Welcome my lovelies.I’ve had some colorful tales come through Sealed with a Kiss before, but today’s guest, Sable Hunter, has one for the record books.I won’t give anything away, but let me just say that this author has sure had some interesting adventures. Plus you're gonna get a peek at a super hot excerpt from her latest novel, "I'll See You in My Dreams".
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I’ll turn the show over to Sable and let her spin you her wicked tale…
SABLE AND THE COCK
Yea, I got your attention, didn’t I? Good. Things happen to me. I’m an accident waiting to happen. There are days when I dread going out of the house ‘cause I know life is just waiting to pounce on me when I’m not looking. I have goat problems. I don’t know where they come from, but sometimes I go outside and they are standing on my picnic table. I shoo them off and they go about their business, but in a day or two they’re back. I have raccoons that I’ve fed, and now they won’t leave. They stand on my porch, and I swear to God, they knock on the door to get my attention. I fed one raccoon some grapes and now I have an army of the little suckers, all wanting a handout. I need a vineyard!
And the skunks! I have cats, so I keep cat food outside, and sometimes I go out at night and I’m surprised by all of these cats with white stripes down their back and fluffy tails!!! Polecats! But they have never sprayed me – yet. Once, I went out and there was little powder puff baby skunks and I melted. I knelt down about two foot away from them and I watched them eat and I longed to pick them up and kiss them – but I knew better. The mom never offered to hurt me, but I was lucky.A lot of wild things have happened to me. I have swallowed a bug while trying to sing. I have got a microphone hung in my mouth on a stupid dare (story detailed in BADASS). I have went into the boys bathroom by mistake twice (well once was on purpose). I have tried to drive a stick shift car and only been able to turn right, so I drove 15 miles out of the way so I could get home with all right turns. Things just happen to me. I have to go to the bathroom at the most inopportune moments, I have worn my dress wrong side out and two different shoes. But once, my ill luck turned out for the best. Allow me to tell you about the day I met John Stamos and the cock.
When I worked as an accountant in Beaumont, my office was in one of the older bank buildings. It was near the port, so sometimes at lunch, I would drive down there with my sandwich and watch the ships come in to be unloaded. Water has always fascinated me. Yes, I wasn’t in the best part of town. And yes, I was alone – but I have always been fearless! I drove a silver Camaro Z28 back in those days. It was low-slung, fast and I looked good driving it! Ha! – well, maybe. I love cars. I’ve had a Camaro, a Jag and a Lexus and I’m thinking about buying a 2014 Corvette Stingray – seriously. Well, anyway- back to my story. I would drive my Camaro down by the docks, eat my sandwich and watch the boats. One day, when I was leaving, I noticed some cars outside this disreputable looking house and there appeared to be a scuffle on the porch, so I slowed down to watch and it appeared to me that there was a drug-deal gone bad going down. These guys were roughing up these other guys and I sorta enjoyed the show. One of them noticed me, so I eased on off. I hadn’t gotten far till this low-slung foreign car pulled right in behind me. I looked in the mirror and it was one of those guys from the porch. He motioned me to pull over. I didn’t. He crowded me. I sped up. He pulled along beside me – he was cute – I smiled, but kept going. If this was a drug dealer, he was an attractive drug dealer. He looked like a young John Stamos, it was hard to be afraid of John Stamos. But I didn’t stop. Finally he whipped around in front of me and cut me off and I had to stop or hit his car. He sauntered over to me and asked to see my license. I told him that he didn’t look like any cop I had ever seen. He smiled and told me he was under cover, and I had to bite my tongue to ask if he wanted to be under my covers. He asked me what I was doing in the area and I told him that I was eating my lunch and watching the boats. He laughed. John Stamos told me that there was a report of a car like mine involved in a drug chase. I looked down at myself – all 5 foot 3, 100 pounds of girly-girly with waist length dark hair, big blue eyes wearing a white eyelet sundress and ballet slippers. “I didn’t do it, Officer,” I blinked at him.
“Okay, you get on out of here and go back to the right end of town.” He motioned me on my way. I left – reluctantly, but was happy to see that he followed me. I returned to my office parking lot which was a few blocks from the building. When I got out of the car, I looked around, but didn’t see my sexy cop. WHOOSH! All of a sudden, I was attacked! I thought I was being mugged or pillaged! I fought off my attacker – I squealed – I bounced – I yelled. Amidst all of the chaos, I tried to figure what had a hold of me! Finally, I realized it was a rooster! A big cock! How I had attracted this feathered fiend I had no idea. He flapped his wings and fluttered around my head and kicked at me and I thought I was gonna die! I danced and bounced and carried on until I felt the beast being removed from my shoulders. “How in the world did you find a cock in the middle of downtown, Little Girl?”I looked up and my John Stamos was standing there holding the rooster by his feet – his wings still flapping – just a grinning at me. “I don’t know, just lucky I guess.” I answered. He tossed the bird off in the bushes and escorted me to my office building. I was late. Later, I had to try and explain to my boss why I was late. The boats, the drug deal, the undercover cop, the cock in the parking lot. He didn’t believe me. But it was worth it - - I had a helluva date the next Saturday night.Sable and the Cop/Cock. . . . . and the story continues. . . ha!
Here’s another animal story. . . and a sexy man - - from “I’ll See You In My Dreams.”
Now, meet Zane.
ADULT EXCERPT:
Thank God! The vet was almost sure the culprit was contaminated feed instead of brucellosis. A shipment of bad range cubes was most likely to blame, and only the Holsteins had eaten any. Losing a few calves was bad enough, but at least he wouldn’t lose his whole operation or pass on the unfortunate circumstances to anybody else’s cattle. Casey was still waiting on the test results, but there had been other reports of the same symptoms from other ranchers who had purchased the same defective product. Zane could breathe easier now. But still – he hated the helpless feeling of trying to analyze the situation based on someone else’s description. Kneeling down he unfastened Rex’s halter. “Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a snack. This has been a rough day.” Carefully, he felt on the coffee table for the tray. He liked to leave the house fairly straight for Rachel. Picking it up, he moved through his familiar home with slow, even steps. He could hear Rex’s toenails clicking on the tile floor behind him. With practiced moves, he counted the steps into his kitchen. Funny – he couldn’t be sure of what it really looked like. He had it redecorated along with everything else when Margaret had walked out of his life. Oh, he knew there was Mexican tile on the floor and the cabinets were made of oak – but the vision of the room he had in his mind might not be close to the reality. What difference did it make? Lowering the tray to the counter, he felt around and cleared an area for it, scooting over what felt like a loaf of bread and a roll of paper towels. Next, he opened a drawer and located the can opener and moved over to the pantry and found what he hoped was a can of dog food. As long as Rachel put the items in their designated places, he was okay. “I hope this is your food and not a can of baked beans,” he teased the hungry animal. Finding Rex’s bowl with his foot, he picked it up and dumped the contents of the can in it. “Stinks about right.” Setting it down, he patted the big Lab. “You eat; I’m going to take a shower. You can join me in the bedroom when you’re through.”Living in a world of perpetual night, he constantly relied on his other senses to make up the difference. Right now, he could feel the downward draft of the air-conditioner; he could smell fresh grapefruit on the counter. Their odor vied with the aroma of Rex’s pungent meal. Standing still, he listened for sounds beyond the kitchen. A faint low of a cow and a bark of a coyote was all he could discern. Zane knew he was fortunate in many things, but sometimes he was so lonely, it was almost unbearable. What he wouldn’t give for someone to just be with him – to share, to back him up. Fuck! He needed someone to hold tight. With sure movements, he left the kitchen and let his hand slide down the hall wall. How much different it would be if a woman waited for him in his bed. He could imagine her lying there, anxious. “I’m coming, honey. Warm up my side of the bed and I’ll warm you up as soon as I get there,” he spoke to no one. What he wanted and what he felt he should have were two different things. The truth was he was hesitant to ask a woman to share his life. But the image of Miss Presley was haunting his thoughts. Chuckling, he remembered she has said her hair was the color of dirt. Now what other woman would give an answer like that? She was sweet and unassuming and he bet she was as pretty as a picture.Long silky hair, green eyes – his mind couldn’t help but strive for an image to go with that husky little voice with the tiny hint of a lisp. Most seeing people didn’t realize that blind people who had their sight at one time can still see – in a way. They hear a sound first, like the rush of the water as he turned on the shower faucet. The haunting vision will come from the side and then quickly rush into the mind’s eye. Scientific studies have suggested that the brain rewires itself to create visions from sound rather than sight. So, he couldn’t help but begin imagining how Presley Love looked. As he featured a curvy body, long legs, a face looking up at him with lust glazed eyes, Zane got hard. Stripping off his clothes, he ran a hand down his abdomen and over his cock to cup his balls. “Miss Presley, I bet you’re fine.” Just the thought of tangling his hand in those long strands of hair, wrapping it around his fist and anchoring her still for a kiss had his flaccid cock stiffening with lust. How long had it been? Too long. With practiced strokes he massaged his cock, using a little soap as a lubricant, he worked it till it was hard and throbbing. “God, I’m so fuckin’ hard,” he moaned as he rubbed the tender skin up and over the head of his prick in a smooth circular motion. His cock knew what was coming – it was heat, erotic expectation at its best. Zane enjoyed his body, and he had no qualms about giving himself pleasure. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he slowly jerked it – long smooth strokes, sometimes over the head and sometimes stopping at the base. What would Presley’s breasts look like? He had no way of knowing, unless he asked. She could be flat-chested for all he knew – but probably not. With a sexy name like Presley coupled with a bedroom voice like she had, Zane suspected she had a rack to match. As he conjured up images of round, firm, soft tits he felt the pleasure begin rising from the base of his dick. God, how he’d like to suck on her tits, there was nothing like taking a woman’s nipple in his mouth and nursing. As he fantasized, he could feel his shaft thicken and the head swell. Damn, it felt good. He could have cum right then – but he wanted the feeling to last – so he backed off, tracing the veins and wondering what color Presley’s nipples were. How would they be shaped? Women’s breasts fascinated him. Now that he couldn’t see – touch would be paramount. What he would like to do was pull the woman back against him and run his hands up from her waist to cup her tits. He would weigh them in his palms – run his hands over and around them – lifting them, cupping them, learning their shape. Just the thought of fondling Presley’s tits, taking her nipples in his fingers and pulling them, tweaking them – milking them – “GOD!” had him back to full strokes. With his other hand he rubbed on his balls, letting his hips pump, feeling his ass tighten. Lord, he needed a woman. He loved to sink his cock into warm, wet pussy – feeling her tight little sheathe stretch to accommodate him. Zane needed that sensation – that gliding of his glans into a hot, grasping haven. Making a small ring with his thumb and forefinger, he pushed it over the head of his cock, massaging the tip end. “Hmmmm,” he gasped, that felt good. He wondered if she liked sex, some women didn’t. But when a man found a woman that loved to be loved – God, he had found a treasure. Presley would lay down for him – offer herself – open her legs and let him see the place that would take him to paradise. His daydream made him smile – yeah, he still thought of himself as ‘seeing’. He’d rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, make her moan and beg to be taken. Using both hands, he doubled his pleasure, let the water sluice over his back and shoulders. Still, he toyed with the head, giving himself the illusion of fucking in and out of a snug little pussy and upped the ante by pumping himself, furiously, letting his hips roll with the rhythm. His climax hit him hard – the pleasure and the cum jetting out in long, creamy sprays. Zane groaned, still fisting his cock as it pumped endlessly. “Presley,” he whispered. Nights spent in total blackness were endless. Even though he kept his curtains open, he never saw a shaft of light. If he slept in, he would feel the change in the temperature as the sun rose, but most of the time he had to rely on an alarm clock. This morning, however, he just couldn’t stay in the bed. He had a clock that announced the time at the touch of a button – “five-twelve a.m.” Ignoring his morning wood, he promised his Johnson a repeat of last night’s performance later, jerked on a pair of jeans and a shirt and went out to greet the day.Rex didn’t need any encouragement, he loved these pre-dawn jaunts. Cheyenne knew what was up too, as Zane entered the barn, he was met with several greetings, but his appaloosa had a distinctive, rumbly neigh. It was a welcoming sound. “You ready to go?” With practiced moves, he put on a saddle and bridle, grabbed his whip and led the animal out into the misty morning.Not many blind men rode horses by themselves, but not many blind men had a horse like Cheyenne. Cheyenne was a seeing-eye horse. Oh, Zane had bought him and rode him before the accident. And he had given a lot of things up, but not his horse. Kane had found a place in South Carolina that trained horses for the blind. True enough, they usually worked with miniature horses or shetlands, but Kane and Zane had met with them and shown them how special Cheyenne was and just like they had anticipated, the appaloosa had taken to the life-style like a duck to water. Horses can see phenomenally well in almost total darkness and Cheyenne’s memory was incredible. He already loved Zane and being trained to be on the look-out for danger and avoid obstacles was not a giant leap. At the ranch, Zane had no qualms about taking off with Cheyenne and Rex – he knew he was safe in their hands. Four eyes out of six weren’t bad odds. “Let’s head down toward the creek,” Zane led Cheyenne past the gates, shut them behind him and climbed on. With a gentle pull to the reins they were off. He tipped his hat back, and took a deep breath, enjoying being in the saddle again. “Woof!” Rex raced ahead, knowing that he was free to be adventurous while the service horse was on the job. A cool north breeze hit Zane in the face and he could smell wood smoke from a nearby chimney. His body moved naturally with the horse, the dip and sways as much a part of him as the rhythm of lovemaking. From the left he could hear the lowing and shuffling of the royalty that awaited the registered auction that would commence at the end of the week. “Narrow miss,” he grinned, relieved that none of his animals were infectious with the dreaded disease. Leaving the pavilion area, he could tell the ground dipped down. He was headed downhill through a thick growth of white clover. The smell was sweet, but the memory it invoked was bitter. The last time he had made love to Margaret was in this field of clover. A choking sensation of wasted dreams clogged his throat. Five years had passed, five years – by this time he had planned on having children. A harsh laugh erupted from his throat and the horse raised his head as if asking for directions. “Easy, boy, everything’s okay.” Everything was okay. He had a good life. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was all he had.The lapping and trickling of water told him they were nearing Piney Creek. Cheyenne’s hooves clopped over the small rocks that littered the ground on the bank incline. He was just about to get down and stretch his legs and let the horse drink when he heard Rex growl. It wasn’t a playful growl. Cheyenne stopped dead still. Even when Zane nudged his knee to move him forward, the Appaloosa stalled. And then he knew why – an eerie, unearthly scream shattered the night. Every hair on Zane’s neck stood up. For a split second, he thought he had run into a banshee – but then he heard the snarling, guttural growl of a large pissed-off feline. Cougar.Hell! He heard Rex lunge. He heard a splash. The horse reared, but he managed to hang on. “Rex! Rex!” Cheyenne backed up. The big horse was shivering, frantically trying to do what he was trained to do when every reflex he had was telling him to flee. “Rex!” Without hesitation he unwound the whip from where it was attached to the saddle. “Heel, Rex! Come!” Zane pulled back on the reins, but Cheyenne was adamant. He didn’t turn. The service animal could see what the man could not. With powerful moves of his hind legs, the animal lunged backwards. “Rex!” Zane could hear the bodies of the canine colliding with the cougar. Sounds bombarded his mind – the hard panting of the horse, the frenzied barking and growling of his dog and the hissing, spitting angry snarls of the cougar. “Rex – here!” Cheyenne whirled and almost unseated Zane. Zane pulled him back. “Rex!” A wounded yelp from the dog made cold chills run up and down his spine. Damn! He had done this. He had put them all in danger. How utterly stupid – what was he doing? Two animals who would die for him were the only thing between him and a killer cat. And one of his animals might die. “Rex!” he cried one more time. And then he heard him – an answering bark.“Heel!” He demanded. Finally, he heard the breathing of the dog near the dancing hooves of the horse. Focusing with everything in him, he listened for any evidence of where the big predator was crouching. It seemed as if an eternity past – and then a sound – a snarl. He drew back his arm, flashed the whip in the air and let it go. “Raarrrr!” The sharp, slash of the leather had connected with cat hide. Immediately he repeated his motion, moving the black snake a few feet to the right and he heard the same zing and the same snarl, and then – silence. Climbing down from off the horse, he searched for his dog. After a few seconds, Zane found Rex laying a few feet away. “Oh God boy, are you hurt?” Feeling over the lab’s body, he felt the slick wetness of blood. There were deep scratches and several bite marks. “Damn” Picking the heavy dog up, he managed to get him across the saddle and climb up with him. “Let’s go, Cheyenne.” Cheyenne set off at a lope and Zane prayed that Rex would be all right. Every step of the way, he half expected shredding claws and piercing teeth to tear into his flesh. But it didn’t. In a few minutes, he was back at the gate. Cheyenne slowed to a walk and Zane reined him in. “Frank! Frank! Anybody! My dog is hurt!” Rex was more than his eyes, Rex was his friend.“Boss!” Running footsteps announced that several of his employees had heard him. “What happened?”“Cougar. Call the vet.” Zane sighed. He’d be going to the office without his companion today. He’d be lost.
Here’s the book linkhttp://www.amazon.com/Ill-Dreams-Hell-Yeah-ebook/dp/B00AFB685K/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1370653266&sr=1-1&keywords=i%27ll+see+you+in+my+dreams+sable+hunter
Sable's hometown will always be New Orleans. She loves the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything she does. Now, she lives in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, she loves to cook southern food - especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. She also loves to research the supernatural, but shhhh don't tell anyone.Sable writes saucy romances. She lives in New Orleans. She believes that her goal as a writer is to make her readers laugh with joy, cry in sympathy and fan themselves when they read the hot parts - ha!
The worlds she creates in her books are ones where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.Come see me sometime. . . . .
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I’ll turn the show over to Sable and let her spin you her wicked tale…
SABLE AND THE COCK
Yea, I got your attention, didn’t I? Good. Things happen to me. I’m an accident waiting to happen. There are days when I dread going out of the house ‘cause I know life is just waiting to pounce on me when I’m not looking. I have goat problems. I don’t know where they come from, but sometimes I go outside and they are standing on my picnic table. I shoo them off and they go about their business, but in a day or two they’re back. I have raccoons that I’ve fed, and now they won’t leave. They stand on my porch, and I swear to God, they knock on the door to get my attention. I fed one raccoon some grapes and now I have an army of the little suckers, all wanting a handout. I need a vineyard!
And the skunks! I have cats, so I keep cat food outside, and sometimes I go out at night and I’m surprised by all of these cats with white stripes down their back and fluffy tails!!! Polecats! But they have never sprayed me – yet. Once, I went out and there was little powder puff baby skunks and I melted. I knelt down about two foot away from them and I watched them eat and I longed to pick them up and kiss them – but I knew better. The mom never offered to hurt me, but I was lucky.A lot of wild things have happened to me. I have swallowed a bug while trying to sing. I have got a microphone hung in my mouth on a stupid dare (story detailed in BADASS). I have went into the boys bathroom by mistake twice (well once was on purpose). I have tried to drive a stick shift car and only been able to turn right, so I drove 15 miles out of the way so I could get home with all right turns. Things just happen to me. I have to go to the bathroom at the most inopportune moments, I have worn my dress wrong side out and two different shoes. But once, my ill luck turned out for the best. Allow me to tell you about the day I met John Stamos and the cock.
When I worked as an accountant in Beaumont, my office was in one of the older bank buildings. It was near the port, so sometimes at lunch, I would drive down there with my sandwich and watch the ships come in to be unloaded. Water has always fascinated me. Yes, I wasn’t in the best part of town. And yes, I was alone – but I have always been fearless! I drove a silver Camaro Z28 back in those days. It was low-slung, fast and I looked good driving it! Ha! – well, maybe. I love cars. I’ve had a Camaro, a Jag and a Lexus and I’m thinking about buying a 2014 Corvette Stingray – seriously. Well, anyway- back to my story. I would drive my Camaro down by the docks, eat my sandwich and watch the boats. One day, when I was leaving, I noticed some cars outside this disreputable looking house and there appeared to be a scuffle on the porch, so I slowed down to watch and it appeared to me that there was a drug-deal gone bad going down. These guys were roughing up these other guys and I sorta enjoyed the show. One of them noticed me, so I eased on off. I hadn’t gotten far till this low-slung foreign car pulled right in behind me. I looked in the mirror and it was one of those guys from the porch. He motioned me to pull over. I didn’t. He crowded me. I sped up. He pulled along beside me – he was cute – I smiled, but kept going. If this was a drug dealer, he was an attractive drug dealer. He looked like a young John Stamos, it was hard to be afraid of John Stamos. But I didn’t stop. Finally he whipped around in front of me and cut me off and I had to stop or hit his car. He sauntered over to me and asked to see my license. I told him that he didn’t look like any cop I had ever seen. He smiled and told me he was under cover, and I had to bite my tongue to ask if he wanted to be under my covers. He asked me what I was doing in the area and I told him that I was eating my lunch and watching the boats. He laughed. John Stamos told me that there was a report of a car like mine involved in a drug chase. I looked down at myself – all 5 foot 3, 100 pounds of girly-girly with waist length dark hair, big blue eyes wearing a white eyelet sundress and ballet slippers. “I didn’t do it, Officer,” I blinked at him. 
“Okay, you get on out of here and go back to the right end of town.” He motioned me on my way. I left – reluctantly, but was happy to see that he followed me. I returned to my office parking lot which was a few blocks from the building. When I got out of the car, I looked around, but didn’t see my sexy cop. WHOOSH! All of a sudden, I was attacked! I thought I was being mugged or pillaged! I fought off my attacker – I squealed – I bounced – I yelled. Amidst all of the chaos, I tried to figure what had a hold of me! Finally, I realized it was a rooster! A big cock! How I had attracted this feathered fiend I had no idea. He flapped his wings and fluttered around my head and kicked at me and I thought I was gonna die! I danced and bounced and carried on until I felt the beast being removed from my shoulders. “How in the world did you find a cock in the middle of downtown, Little Girl?”I looked up and my John Stamos was standing there holding the rooster by his feet – his wings still flapping – just a grinning at me. “I don’t know, just lucky I guess.” I answered. He tossed the bird off in the bushes and escorted me to my office building. I was late. Later, I had to try and explain to my boss why I was late. The boats, the drug deal, the undercover cop, the cock in the parking lot. He didn’t believe me. But it was worth it - - I had a helluva date the next Saturday night.Sable and the Cop/Cock. . . . . and the story continues. . . ha!Here’s another animal story. . . and a sexy man - - from “I’ll See You In My Dreams.”
Now, meet Zane.
ADULT EXCERPT:
Thank God! The vet was almost sure the culprit was contaminated feed instead of brucellosis. A shipment of bad range cubes was most likely to blame, and only the Holsteins had eaten any. Losing a few calves was bad enough, but at least he wouldn’t lose his whole operation or pass on the unfortunate circumstances to anybody else’s cattle. Casey was still waiting on the test results, but there had been other reports of the same symptoms from other ranchers who had purchased the same defective product. Zane could breathe easier now. But still – he hated the helpless feeling of trying to analyze the situation based on someone else’s description. Kneeling down he unfastened Rex’s halter. “Let’s go to the kitchen and I’ll get you a snack. This has been a rough day.” Carefully, he felt on the coffee table for the tray. He liked to leave the house fairly straight for Rachel. Picking it up, he moved through his familiar home with slow, even steps. He could hear Rex’s toenails clicking on the tile floor behind him. With practiced moves, he counted the steps into his kitchen. Funny – he couldn’t be sure of what it really looked like. He had it redecorated along with everything else when Margaret had walked out of his life. Oh, he knew there was Mexican tile on the floor and the cabinets were made of oak – but the vision of the room he had in his mind might not be close to the reality. What difference did it make? Lowering the tray to the counter, he felt around and cleared an area for it, scooting over what felt like a loaf of bread and a roll of paper towels. Next, he opened a drawer and located the can opener and moved over to the pantry and found what he hoped was a can of dog food. As long as Rachel put the items in their designated places, he was okay. “I hope this is your food and not a can of baked beans,” he teased the hungry animal. Finding Rex’s bowl with his foot, he picked it up and dumped the contents of the can in it. “Stinks about right.” Setting it down, he patted the big Lab. “You eat; I’m going to take a shower. You can join me in the bedroom when you’re through.”Living in a world of perpetual night, he constantly relied on his other senses to make up the difference. Right now, he could feel the downward draft of the air-conditioner; he could smell fresh grapefruit on the counter. Their odor vied with the aroma of Rex’s pungent meal. Standing still, he listened for sounds beyond the kitchen. A faint low of a cow and a bark of a coyote was all he could discern. Zane knew he was fortunate in many things, but sometimes he was so lonely, it was almost unbearable. What he wouldn’t give for someone to just be with him – to share, to back him up. Fuck! He needed someone to hold tight. With sure movements, he left the kitchen and let his hand slide down the hall wall. How much different it would be if a woman waited for him in his bed. He could imagine her lying there, anxious. “I’m coming, honey. Warm up my side of the bed and I’ll warm you up as soon as I get there,” he spoke to no one. What he wanted and what he felt he should have were two different things. The truth was he was hesitant to ask a woman to share his life. But the image of Miss Presley was haunting his thoughts. Chuckling, he remembered she has said her hair was the color of dirt. Now what other woman would give an answer like that? She was sweet and unassuming and he bet she was as pretty as a picture.Long silky hair, green eyes – his mind couldn’t help but strive for an image to go with that husky little voice with the tiny hint of a lisp. Most seeing people didn’t realize that blind people who had their sight at one time can still see – in a way. They hear a sound first, like the rush of the water as he turned on the shower faucet. The haunting vision will come from the side and then quickly rush into the mind’s eye. Scientific studies have suggested that the brain rewires itself to create visions from sound rather than sight. So, he couldn’t help but begin imagining how Presley Love looked. As he featured a curvy body, long legs, a face looking up at him with lust glazed eyes, Zane got hard. Stripping off his clothes, he ran a hand down his abdomen and over his cock to cup his balls. “Miss Presley, I bet you’re fine.” Just the thought of tangling his hand in those long strands of hair, wrapping it around his fist and anchoring her still for a kiss had his flaccid cock stiffening with lust. How long had it been? Too long. With practiced strokes he massaged his cock, using a little soap as a lubricant, he worked it till it was hard and throbbing. “God, I’m so fuckin’ hard,” he moaned as he rubbed the tender skin up and over the head of his prick in a smooth circular motion. His cock knew what was coming – it was heat, erotic expectation at its best. Zane enjoyed his body, and he had no qualms about giving himself pleasure. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he slowly jerked it – long smooth strokes, sometimes over the head and sometimes stopping at the base. What would Presley’s breasts look like? He had no way of knowing, unless he asked. She could be flat-chested for all he knew – but probably not. With a sexy name like Presley coupled with a bedroom voice like she had, Zane suspected she had a rack to match. As he conjured up images of round, firm, soft tits he felt the pleasure begin rising from the base of his dick. God, how he’d like to suck on her tits, there was nothing like taking a woman’s nipple in his mouth and nursing. As he fantasized, he could feel his shaft thicken and the head swell. Damn, it felt good. He could have cum right then – but he wanted the feeling to last – so he backed off, tracing the veins and wondering what color Presley’s nipples were. How would they be shaped? Women’s breasts fascinated him. Now that he couldn’t see – touch would be paramount. What he would like to do was pull the woman back against him and run his hands up from her waist to cup her tits. He would weigh them in his palms – run his hands over and around them – lifting them, cupping them, learning their shape. Just the thought of fondling Presley’s tits, taking her nipples in his fingers and pulling them, tweaking them – milking them – “GOD!” had him back to full strokes. With his other hand he rubbed on his balls, letting his hips pump, feeling his ass tighten. Lord, he needed a woman. He loved to sink his cock into warm, wet pussy – feeling her tight little sheathe stretch to accommodate him. Zane needed that sensation – that gliding of his glans into a hot, grasping haven. Making a small ring with his thumb and forefinger, he pushed it over the head of his cock, massaging the tip end. “Hmmmm,” he gasped, that felt good. He wondered if she liked sex, some women didn’t. But when a man found a woman that loved to be loved – God, he had found a treasure. Presley would lay down for him – offer herself – open her legs and let him see the place that would take him to paradise. His daydream made him smile – yeah, he still thought of himself as ‘seeing’. He’d rub the head of his cock up and down her slit, make her moan and beg to be taken. Using both hands, he doubled his pleasure, let the water sluice over his back and shoulders. Still, he toyed with the head, giving himself the illusion of fucking in and out of a snug little pussy and upped the ante by pumping himself, furiously, letting his hips roll with the rhythm. His climax hit him hard – the pleasure and the cum jetting out in long, creamy sprays. Zane groaned, still fisting his cock as it pumped endlessly. “Presley,” he whispered. Nights spent in total blackness were endless. Even though he kept his curtains open, he never saw a shaft of light. If he slept in, he would feel the change in the temperature as the sun rose, but most of the time he had to rely on an alarm clock. This morning, however, he just couldn’t stay in the bed. He had a clock that announced the time at the touch of a button – “five-twelve a.m.” Ignoring his morning wood, he promised his Johnson a repeat of last night’s performance later, jerked on a pair of jeans and a shirt and went out to greet the day.Rex didn’t need any encouragement, he loved these pre-dawn jaunts. Cheyenne knew what was up too, as Zane entered the barn, he was met with several greetings, but his appaloosa had a distinctive, rumbly neigh. It was a welcoming sound. “You ready to go?” With practiced moves, he put on a saddle and bridle, grabbed his whip and led the animal out into the misty morning.Not many blind men rode horses by themselves, but not many blind men had a horse like Cheyenne. Cheyenne was a seeing-eye horse. Oh, Zane had bought him and rode him before the accident. And he had given a lot of things up, but not his horse. Kane had found a place in South Carolina that trained horses for the blind. True enough, they usually worked with miniature horses or shetlands, but Kane and Zane had met with them and shown them how special Cheyenne was and just like they had anticipated, the appaloosa had taken to the life-style like a duck to water. Horses can see phenomenally well in almost total darkness and Cheyenne’s memory was incredible. He already loved Zane and being trained to be on the look-out for danger and avoid obstacles was not a giant leap. At the ranch, Zane had no qualms about taking off with Cheyenne and Rex – he knew he was safe in their hands. Four eyes out of six weren’t bad odds. “Let’s head down toward the creek,” Zane led Cheyenne past the gates, shut them behind him and climbed on. With a gentle pull to the reins they were off. He tipped his hat back, and took a deep breath, enjoying being in the saddle again. “Woof!” Rex raced ahead, knowing that he was free to be adventurous while the service horse was on the job. A cool north breeze hit Zane in the face and he could smell wood smoke from a nearby chimney. His body moved naturally with the horse, the dip and sways as much a part of him as the rhythm of lovemaking. From the left he could hear the lowing and shuffling of the royalty that awaited the registered auction that would commence at the end of the week. “Narrow miss,” he grinned, relieved that none of his animals were infectious with the dreaded disease. Leaving the pavilion area, he could tell the ground dipped down. He was headed downhill through a thick growth of white clover. The smell was sweet, but the memory it invoked was bitter. The last time he had made love to Margaret was in this field of clover. A choking sensation of wasted dreams clogged his throat. Five years had passed, five years – by this time he had planned on having children. A harsh laugh erupted from his throat and the horse raised his head as if asking for directions. “Easy, boy, everything’s okay.” Everything was okay. He had a good life. It wasn’t a perfect life, but it was all he had.The lapping and trickling of water told him they were nearing Piney Creek. Cheyenne’s hooves clopped over the small rocks that littered the ground on the bank incline. He was just about to get down and stretch his legs and let the horse drink when he heard Rex growl. It wasn’t a playful growl. Cheyenne stopped dead still. Even when Zane nudged his knee to move him forward, the Appaloosa stalled. And then he knew why – an eerie, unearthly scream shattered the night. Every hair on Zane’s neck stood up. For a split second, he thought he had run into a banshee – but then he heard the snarling, guttural growl of a large pissed-off feline. Cougar.Hell! He heard Rex lunge. He heard a splash. The horse reared, but he managed to hang on. “Rex! Rex!” Cheyenne backed up. The big horse was shivering, frantically trying to do what he was trained to do when every reflex he had was telling him to flee. “Rex!” Without hesitation he unwound the whip from where it was attached to the saddle. “Heel, Rex! Come!” Zane pulled back on the reins, but Cheyenne was adamant. He didn’t turn. The service animal could see what the man could not. With powerful moves of his hind legs, the animal lunged backwards. “Rex!” Zane could hear the bodies of the canine colliding with the cougar. Sounds bombarded his mind – the hard panting of the horse, the frenzied barking and growling of his dog and the hissing, spitting angry snarls of the cougar. “Rex – here!” Cheyenne whirled and almost unseated Zane. Zane pulled him back. “Rex!” A wounded yelp from the dog made cold chills run up and down his spine. Damn! He had done this. He had put them all in danger. How utterly stupid – what was he doing? Two animals who would die for him were the only thing between him and a killer cat. And one of his animals might die. “Rex!” he cried one more time. And then he heard him – an answering bark.“Heel!” He demanded. Finally, he heard the breathing of the dog near the dancing hooves of the horse. Focusing with everything in him, he listened for any evidence of where the big predator was crouching. It seemed as if an eternity past – and then a sound – a snarl. He drew back his arm, flashed the whip in the air and let it go. “Raarrrr!” The sharp, slash of the leather had connected with cat hide. Immediately he repeated his motion, moving the black snake a few feet to the right and he heard the same zing and the same snarl, and then – silence. Climbing down from off the horse, he searched for his dog. After a few seconds, Zane found Rex laying a few feet away. “Oh God boy, are you hurt?” Feeling over the lab’s body, he felt the slick wetness of blood. There were deep scratches and several bite marks. “Damn” Picking the heavy dog up, he managed to get him across the saddle and climb up with him. “Let’s go, Cheyenne.” Cheyenne set off at a lope and Zane prayed that Rex would be all right. Every step of the way, he half expected shredding claws and piercing teeth to tear into his flesh. But it didn’t. In a few minutes, he was back at the gate. Cheyenne slowed to a walk and Zane reined him in. “Frank! Frank! Anybody! My dog is hurt!” Rex was more than his eyes, Rex was his friend.“Boss!” Running footsteps announced that several of his employees had heard him. “What happened?”“Cougar. Call the vet.” Zane sighed. He’d be going to the office without his companion today. He’d be lost.Here’s the book linkhttp://www.amazon.com/Ill-Dreams-Hell-Yeah-ebook/dp/B00AFB685K/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1370653266&sr=1-1&keywords=i%27ll+see+you+in+my+dreams+sable+hunter
Sable's hometown will always be New Orleans. She loves the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything she does. Now, she lives in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, she loves to cook southern food - especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. She also loves to research the supernatural, but shhhh don't tell anyone.Sable writes saucy romances. She lives in New Orleans. She believes that her goal as a writer is to make her readers laugh with joy, cry in sympathy and fan themselves when they read the hot parts - ha!
The worlds she creates in her books are ones where right prevails, love conquers all and holding out for a hero is not an impossible dream.Come see me sometime. . . . .
My websitehttp://sablehunter.com/My facebook pagehttps://www.facebook.com/authorsablehunter?ref=hlMy amazon pagehttp://www.amazon.com/Sable-Hunter/e/B007B3KS4M/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1My email issablehunter@rocketmail.com
