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Erotic Notions on the Christmas in July BlogHop #XmasInJuly

Merry Christmas in July
Since it is soooooooo hot out there, I thought I'd include a reminder of why we love summer and what it's gonna look like in  6 months.
Now that I've cooled you off, let's heat things up. I'm an erotic romance writer. I write steamy sex scenes. 
If that's not the kind of book you want to win, scoot. Below are 4 snippets - one from each book - in the order that I was published. Your task is to read each snippet and then tell me which 2 ebooks you'd liked to win and why? Now the why part is the hardest. Make it a super duper wickedly awesomely fantastic reason. Oh, and you know the drill - leave your email address.


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Trixie watched him cross the bar and when he exited the rest room, she pulled him into the manager’s office. “He’s not in tonight.”
 Derek’s eyes were focused on watching her as she rolled her nipples between her fingers. “Fuck me, Derek.” Cupping her breasts, she offered them to him. “I can’t believe no woman has caught you yet. With that gorgeous thick black hair and those ice blue eyes.” Her hand reached down and grabbed the swelling in his jeans. “And that big cock. How come you’re still free?”

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Snippet -
"Fuck me, Will! You feel so good. So strong. I need you. Deeper! Ah!" She wrapped her legs around his hips and pressed him against her. "Harder, Will." His force increased as she urged him on. Her body screamed for release, but she resisted. His pleasuring was a drug and she'd become an addict.
Nevertheless, her orgasm would not be denied. It erupted with the power of a volcano and flowed over her with the force of tsunami. Screams of ecstasy were released as her body convulsed around his throbbing penis. He arched, tensed and hissed as she felt him explode inside her. Aftershocks of joy rippled through her body as she relaxed.

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He started at her shoulders and repeated the caresses he had done to her back. He slipped a nipple between his lips, suckled it, then smiled at the sigh that escaped her lips as her back arched. He twirled Branwyn's other nipple between his thumb and finger. His hand and mouth acted in competition, which would make the firmer nipple. Branwyn’s breathing had gone from soft, shallow breaths, to deeper, faster ones, mixed with moans and a few sighs.

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With great gulps, she chugged the red elixir. He pressed his mouth against hers. His tongue lapping at every drop of wine. Breaking off with a groan, he leaned back and tilted the bottle over her belly. "If your mouth tastes that exquisite, what will your pussy taste like?"
Her belly quivered as she waited for the first drop. In came in a gush and spilled over her belly, dribbling between her legs and dripping onto the deck. Thall dropped the bottle then fell to his knees and lapped at the wine covering her flesh.

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If you wish to purchase any of these books - cause you just can't wait - click on the covers on the right and that should take you to Amazon.
We are also offering two Grand Prizes!! In order for readers to take part, they must leave their comment and email address.  Two winners will be chosen at random and notified no later than July 29, 2013.

1st Grand Prize: (1) $100 Amazon Gift Card
2nd Grand Prize: (1) $25 Amazon Gift Card

Spotlight on Cassandra Carr's On Dislplay on Erotic Notions

  On DisplayCassandra Carr
Hunter wants Olivia, and the feeling is mutual. She decides to take her secret attraction public and show up at the club where he’s bouncing, ready to lay everything on the line to snag him. Hunter can’t believe his luck, and soon makes his own move on the woman he’s lusted after for months. Things heat up between them during an exciting—and exhibitionist—evening that leaves them both anticipating more sexy times to come.An Exotika® contemporary erotica story from Ellora’s Cave
By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, please exit this site.


An Excerpt From: ON DISPLAYCopyright © CASSANDRA CARR, 2013All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.Shit, where did he go?“Nice dancing.”Olivia jumped and a large hand shot out to steady her with a solid grip to her waist. She looked up. Hunter.“You scared me.”“I see that.” He tilted his head. “You look flushed. You okay?”“Yeah. I just get hot when I dance.”“You were hot before that.” A shocked expression flitted over his face before he looked down and coughed. Olivia had to fight a laugh.Well, at least it’s more evidence he’s interested.He shifted his weight, crossing his arms over his chest, and she had to suppress the urge to drool. The man was beautiful. There was no other way to describe him. Olivia loved his hair. It was thick and wavy and when it was down it hung to his shoulders. His face was angular as if he had some Native American ancestry and his chocolate-brown eyes could be either intense or full of mirth, depending on his mood. She’d spent more than one night with her Hitachi Magic Wand, imagining his full lips skating over her heated skin.That same skin was definitely warm now. If she’d thought dancing had made her sweat, this was torture. How was a woman expected to just sit there and let hotness like Hunter go unexplored?“Do you, um,” Hunter gestured toward the back of the club, “want to get some air?” Her eyebrows drew down. There was no exit that way. Clearing his throat and sending her a smile, he continued. “There’s a patio no one uses on a night like tonight when it’s so freaking hot. It was a smoking patio, now Vince uses it for private parties and stuff.” Hunter looked away and then back at her. He was babbling. It was adorable and sexy all at the same time.“Sure, that sounds good. Can’t be any hotter than it is in here.”He laughed. Dimples. I’m a dead woman. “Yeah, it’s like an oven, isn’t it? The air-conditioning is no match for all the people.”She attempted to hop off her barstool without flashing him and realized he’d never let her waist go. His other hand joined in the act and he brought her gracefully to the floor. “Thanks.” He was dangerously close and Olivia hoped like hell she’d have the courage to make it known how much she wanted him. Maybe he’d make it unnecessary.He placed a hand on her back right above the swell of her ass and guided her through the crowd and toward a dimly lit hallway. As Hunter leaned in, his breath fanned over her ear. Olivia shivered. “We don’t keep the lights on anymore. It discourages people from coming back here now that there’s nowhere for them to go.”Olivia nodded mutely and Hunter guided her farther into the recesses of the hallway until they came to a door, which he pushed open and held for her.She took a few seconds to assess her surroundings. “Wow, this is really nice.”He closed the door behind them. “Yeah, now that the smoke smell is finally getting better and Vince added some crap customers like, it’s not bad.”Her hand shot up to cover her mouth after a laugh tumbled out. Hunter grinned and those dimples made another appearance. “I’m sorry.”“About what? Laughing at me?”“I’m not laughing at you. I’m laughing at your description of this area. ‘Crap customers like’?”“You know what I mean.” He gestured to the various potted plants scattered throughout the area and the grill in the corner. “Customers love the trees with the little white lights, no matter how boring and common they are now. And the grill? I don’t remember the last time that was used, except at our employee party about eight months ago.”“Fair enough.”He caressed her cheek. “You have no idea how gorgeous you look in the moonlight.”She shook her head with a chuckle. “That’s quite a line.”“Not a line. The truth.” Before she could comment further, he’d moved his hand to the back of her neck and brought her face to his. “I need to kiss you.”“O-okay.”Their lips met and Olivia moaned. As if that was the sign he was looking for, Hunter snaked his other arm around her waist and pulled her flush against him, sliding a thick thigh between her legs as he deepened the kiss. His tongue demanded entrance to her mouth, and with a sigh, she opened to him. Hunter wasted no time, pushing inside and exploring her depths. Her tongue chased his when he retreated and he groaned.Even if they went no further she’d have fodder for hundreds of nights of fantasies. Oh, could the man kiss. He put his entire body into it, slowly stoking the fire inside her. Finally they came up for air, both panting.He leaned back a little more and fixed a heated stare on her. “I’m on break with about twenty minutes left. I need you.”She couldn’t deny him. Hell, she didn’t want to. “Then take me.”

Suz deMello's Desire in Tartan on Erotic Notions

Desire in Tartan by Suz deMello
Dugald Kilburn was sure that he’d never find love. And why should he?
‘Tis rare for vampires and their mates to reproduce successfully and Dugald kens that. He’s certain his lust caused his first wife’s death in childbed.
Innocent Alice Derwent presents Dugald with a dilemma. She’s different than any woman he’s known, different and altogether alluring. And while the lady is innocent, her feelings are anything but.
Will he bed and wed the lady, risking her life? Or remain celibate, sparing her?
But when threatened with death, Alice decides she doesn’t want to die without knowing Dugald’s love. Can he resist her charms?
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Excerpt:
Book Two of the Highland Vampires series from Ellora’s Cave


Glasgow, Autumn 1759
Dugald left most of his company of men back at the inn with strict instructions to stay out of trouble, but he had no illusions. The men would drink as much as they could hold before finding the loosest bits of muslin available. If they were still able to perform, perform they would, as long and as hard as possible. He hoped that he’d be able to rescue the less experienced of the lot out of whatever scrapes they fell into. The youngest, Malcolm, came with Dugald as his companion. He wouldna leave Malcolm in the care of the rest.
The mop fair was a mad scene. ’Twas combined with a street fair and a farmer’s market, so the entire population of Glasgow had seemingly crowded itself into the square with a market cross in the center. Food stalls, redolent with the spicy aromas of roasting fowls and sausages were fronted by cooks and ’prentices bawling out the prices of their wares. Nearby, penned livestock emitted a less appealing miasma of straw and shite, with the autumn wind swirling the scents along with dry leaves.
Turning to Malcolm, Dugald raised his brows. Without speaking, the two Kilburns started to walk along the disordered rows of booths. Once they’d passed the food stalls, the fair became even more riotous, with knots of maids and men looking for hire, screeching their qualifications. Each brandished a tool of his or her trade, cooks with rolling pins or wooden spoons, coachmen with their whips. Country girls in their Sunday dresses crowded in a knot, peering anxiously at well-dressed passers-by whom Dugald guessed were the stewards of the grand houses. Every once in a while one would stop and question a rosy-cheeked lass, occasionally leaving the fair with a new maid or tweeny in tow.
He stopped, arrested by a sweet fragrance that rose from the reek of unwashed bodies like clean mist drifting on the surface of a loch. He hadn’t detected it before. Mayhap it had been cloaked by the pungent roasting sausages and the other scents at the food stalls—herbs and the like.
He lifted his face into the air and sniffed. Yes, ‘twas there, elusive but definite.
Malcolm did the same. “I smell it too.”
“That’s our lassie,” Dugald said.
The stripling looked mystified. “A sweet smell means a governess?”
“Milady gave me questions to ask.” Dugald patted his sporran. “If she passes, she’s the one. But this is how we’ll be finding her.”
At the end of the row of coachmen, stable hands, maids and cooks fluttered a gaggle of…what? Somberly robed figures resembling a flock of giant crows or, mayhap, vultures. Exuding the stinks of mothballs and body odor, they all appeared to be flapping about one small, drab figure, a female who couldna contrast more with her oafish companions.
Dugald’s first impression of the woman was of narrowness, so at odds with her tempting scent that all he could do was stand and gape at her like a looby. Dressed in unrelieved black, she had slender shoulders and a tiny waist. Slight hips. When she turned, he could see she possessed but a small bosom. He raised his gaze and didn’t bother to stifle a gasp at the sight of her pure and perfect profile. Intelligence sparkled in her hazel eyes, completely belying the rest of her dull demeanor.
Her face… He could stare at that face forever without a single moment of boredom.  Pale, though not as white as a Kilburn’s, for a smattering of freckles spattered the bridge of her straight little nose and sprinkled her high cheekbones. She had well-cut lips with a definite Cupid’s bow, the one distinct curve on her serious face. A semi-circular half-moon dip.
He wanted to slide his tongue into that dip before kissing her with every mite of passion he possessed. ***** Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written over sixteen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s worked for Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press, where she is currently Managing Editor. She also takes private clients.
Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.
A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.
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M.Q. Barber's Playing the Game on Erotic Notions

Blurb: She expects dinner with neighbors, but gets sex with a side of safewords. Mechanical engineer Alice still drools over her sexy neighbors a year after she’s moved in. She can’t decide whether they’re roommates or partners, but either way, they spark a wanton desire in her that has her imagination--and vibrator--working overtime. Henry, director of everything around him, studies human nature and applies philosophies to his paintings as well as his relationships. Quirky, polite to a fault, and formal, he follows his own code of honor even when it means denying himself. Flirtatious and playful, Jay needs stability, guidance, and to please others. His antics counterbalance Henry’s stuffy ways while he brings a level of vulnerability and fun to everything the trio does. BDSM play with the enigmatic artist and flirtatious joker across the hall allows Alice to put aside the linear thought processes which have kept her unsatisfied and distant with other lovers. She must dismiss her preconception of love, sacrificing her independence, if she’s to find a permanent place in their beds and hearts. CONTENT WARNING: Explicit sex, graphic language, BDSM, bondage, spanking, M/M/F ménage. A Lyrical Press Contemporary Erotic Romance

Liza O'Connor and her Worst Week Ever on The Craziest Blog Tour Ever

Explanation - why Liza is here again  - so soon. She was scheduled to be on my friend's blog, but the friend doesn't have her blog back from banishment world nor has she got a Word Press created yet - so Liza's here, but pretending she's on Victoria Adams' blog. 
Now back to our regularly scheduled programming.
Let me introduce Liza O'Connor and her latest book releasing on July 15th, Worst Week Ever.
Please tell us about yourself and your latest book.
I'm Liza, I'm a nut.  A cracked nut to be precise.My latest book is Worst Week Ever and follows Carrie Hanson's disastrous week from hell. This is book one of a three book series.Not everything that happens in the week is bad. She has some good moments. She saves some people's lives, makes some new friends, and even falls in love--but the latter might very well be her worse disaster of the week. Only time will tell.Early in the week, Carrie's billionaire, good-looking boss becomes nice for a few hours, and, God help her, she falls in love with him. And while Trent does want to become a man Carrie can love, he's got a lifetime of bad habits to overcome, so even though he improves through the week, there's only so much change that can occur in such short time. Thus, he might not win you over in book one, but have no fear, it won't stop you from having a rollicking good week of chaos with Carrie.
Have you written other books? Their titles and genres.I spent 8 years doing nothing but writing. Last year I finally began to publish. So I began with a story that begins with the protagonist killing herself in chapter one. Then she reincarnates into the body of a 17 year old troubled teenage girl who has had some horrible things done to her. Now the girl's troubles are Cass'. Will 80 years of life experience help save her from a repeat of the past?  You'll laugh, cry and yell a lot when reading this book. It's called Saving Casey, classified as  Young Adult Suspense Thriller but adults seem to like it best and it's available at all ebook sites.Then there's my current book Worst Week Ever, which is a New Adult Humorous Contemporary. I am not classifying it as a romance because it's a dysfunctional romance.Then in December 2013 Ghost Lover will appear. It's a New Adult, humorous romance with a touch of paranormal--that is if you assume ghosts aren't real. Since I live with one, I'm inclined to treat them as real.Early in 2014 will come the second book of A Long Road to Love: Oh Stupid Heart. This time I'll call it a New Adult Romance.  After that, I hope to have publishing dates for the beginning of New Adult Sci Fi Romance series.Okay now I'm feeling overwhelmed... next question please.
 Writers often mention their characters talk to them? Do yours chat with you?We chat, share feelings, argue, sing songs together. My characters are very real to me and a lot more interesting than my ghost. Sorry, Mrs. Martin...
Have you ever based a character on someone you knew? Did you tell that person?My heroine Carrie is actually based on a fabulous young woman who is small in size, but a giant in achievements. She is incredibly bright and an absolute pleasure to work with. And no, she doesn't know she's been immortalized. I don't think she'd like to have the week of disasters that befall my character.
Short question time.Favourite TV show? Nashville.  No...Mesmerist.  Hold on...Voice.  Depends upon the night.If Hollywood called, which actor should play the hero or heroine in your book?  For Carrie, the best I could find was Rachel Leigh Cook, but she's 7 inches taller than Carrie, so she'll have to wear flats.
If he has a time machine to turn himself 30 again, I'd like Matthew McConaughey to play Trent. Here's the painting I did of my character
I call this style of painting: fragmenting.Three things you'd want on a deserted island. A water proof computer, internet service, and a long-life fire starter.
Favourite thing to do on a vacation? Go to strange places, risk life, and write novels during my down time.
Anything else you would like to add?Yes, a warning label:Worst Week Ever does not meet the standard expectations for a romance. Please see the following advice as to if you should read all or none of this delightful series:  http://www.lizaoconnor.com/p/worst-week-ever.html
Worst Week Everby Liza O'ConnorNew Adult, Humor, ContemporaryComing July 15thBLURBWhat do you get when you put a hardworking, can-do middle-class young woman together with a egoistical, outrageous, billionaire boss, then throw in the worst week of disasters imaginable?Book 1 of the 3 book series A Long Road to Love.
Worst Week Ever.
Trent Lancaster spends one month without his Executive Assistant, or as his drivers refers to Carrie: 'Trent's brain, left hand, and right hand'. He's had a miserable month without her at his side and to ensure it never happens again, he intends to marry his brilliant beauty. Only given all the times he's threatened to fire her, he's not sure she even likes him. However, the future of his company and his happiness depend upon him succeeding, so Trent begins a slow one week seduction that happens to coincide with Carrie's Worst Week Ever when everything that can go wrong does so in hilarious form. (Hilarious to the reader--Carrie is not having much fun this week.)
EXCERPTThe door burst open and Trent strode in, followed by a man dressed in a black suit, carrying a tray of food. “Good, you’re finally awake. Saves me from having to throw cold water on you.”Trent sat on her bed as he pointed to the desk. “Put her breakfast there.”“On the one of a kind, heirloom desk, which has been in your family since 1845?” his butler asked.“Yes.”“No!” Carrie yelled over him. “Let’s put it on the bed stand.” She pushed the Tiffany lamp further back to make room.“Thank you, miss,” the butler said as he placed the silver tray on the stand and then stepped back. “Will there be anything else?”“No,” her grumpy boss snapped. The moment the butler stepped into the hall, Trent slammed the door closed and glared at Carrie. “Do not countermand my orders to the staff. They’re impossible enough already.”She chuckled. “I’m sure they say the same about you.” The tantalizing aroma of her food caught her attention. Unable to resist, she peeked beneath the silver lid.Trent sat a foot away from her on the bed and sniffed at her plate. “I told the cook she’d be fired if you didn’t eat it.”“If you actually said that, you should go downstairs and apologize. You appear to have a wonderful cook and should value her.”He shrugged. “She’s okay. Not as good as the last one though.”Unwrapping her fork from a swaddling of fine linen, Carrie dug into the egg-white omelet. Her eyes rolled in ecstasy. “God, this is fabulous!”“Really?” He moved closer and stole her fork so he could try some.She expected him to smile at first taste. Instead, he became annoyed. “Come on! Your taste buds can’t be that jaded.”His eyes narrowed. “It’s very good. Far better than the crap she feeds me.”Carrie shook her head and swiped the fork. If the cook prepared Trent mediocre meals, she understood why. During her first six months at Lancaster Chairs, Trent had threatened her with unemployment on a daily basis and she’d hated it. She nearly grew to hate him, would have, except his remarks always lacked sincerity, as if he’d learned them rote.Once she’d consumed a quarter of the omelet, she offered him the fork. He smiled and shook his head. “You finish it. The cook will serve me my gruel later. Probably spit in it for good measure.”

Author Bio:
Liza lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels. She loves to create interesting characters, set them loose, and scribe what happens.
Author LinksFOR MORE INFORMATION ABOUT LIZA O'CONNOR
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Spotlight on Anna Keraleigh's Addicted to Adella on Erotic Notions

 Addicted to AdellaAnna Keraleigh
Blurb: "Welcome to Ulla Major! Home to the thousand-floor high rise, the best synthetic food in the quadrant, and the safest space port for five planets. Please be on the lookout for two fugitives, Adella and Sally. Adella Perski is wanted for the murder of her boyfriend. Sally Nupson is wanted for assisting a fugitive. They are armed and dangerous."
Just the words a girl wanted to hear. Adella is stuck running from the law with her best friend Sally by her side. She isn’t exactly wrongfully accused either, but that as they say, is a long story. They’ve been through it all together, the good and the bad. This should be no different.

Things take a strange twist when a wild space chase turns into a romantic touch between the two friends. Could this be the start of something more than lust? Will they live long enough to find out?

Be Warned: f/f sex

Excerpt (Adult only 18+): “Tell me to stop...and I will.” Sally whispered the words.Well there it was—my out. All I had to do was say one little word and it would end. Too bad my body and mind had come to an agreement. This was a good thing. I bit my bottom lip and shifted my hips giving Sally more access.She rubbed my pussy over the pants and the material was far too thin to hide anything. Did she feel the moisture? I leaned over and unhooked the belt that kept me strapped in. Now free, my hands went to her head and I brought her face to mine. “This will change everything...between us.”“Adella, I’ve been addicted to you for so many years. This is my dream, my fantasy...” Sally pressed her lips against mine.The kiss, my first kiss with a woman and it was amazing. I’d been kissed softly before but this was feather light, like I was precious. She was so delicate, her tongue swept gently at my bottom lip and I opened. Our mouths melted together. My lips tingled as they pressed so sweetly against hers. It was silk against silk and I quickly found myself craving this new touch.Sally pulled away. Her mouth found my hard nipple once more. She made love to the bud. Her tongue and lips sent me to a fevered pitched. I wiggled and fidgeted in the chair as her mouth worked magic on my flesh. “Stand up.” She whispered the words but they still had that hint of an order.I lifted my body, standing as she unbuttoned the four measly little things that held my pants together. Then she pulled the pants down my legs and to the control room floor. A groan left her lips that was so guttural it made my breath hitch. “Sally, I don’t know if I can...” I had never been with a woman. Would I like it? If it was anything like that kiss, I would but, what if I didn’t. What if I didn’t enjoy eating pussy? What if I needed cock to be truly happy?“Just feel...” Sally muttered against my thigh. Her tongue swiped at the rim of my panties and slowly kissed her way to the center of my wet crotch. She licked at the material, little strokes that sent my skin on fire. I couldn’t hold the groan. It felt so decadent. I glanced down seeing Sally’s dark head of hair between my legs. This was Sally, sweet, honest, reliably Sally. Her tongue slipped underneath my panties and swiped at my creamy center. I gasped, pleasure spiked through my system. “More.” Did I say that? That tongue explored again. It slid over my hole and prodded the entrance before retreating.“Captain.” The AI interrupted.“What!” Sally growled the word.“Destination in one minute.”I groaned. Plunker’s Moon, I could see it through the window as it rapidly came towards us. We were almost there. Sally moved between my legs. Did she not hear the announcement? “Sally...”“First, I want you to cum. I have been waiting eighteen years to lick your pussy and watch your face as you orgasm. I am getting that right here. Right now.”  Buy Links: Evernight Publishing     Amazon    All Romance Ebooks

About the Author:   Anna delved into lesbian stories at the insistence of her girlfriend and found the fit perfect! She fell in love with the erotica genre the moment she read her first naughty novel. Anna invites you into her world of fantasy where anything is possible.

When she's not writing she enjoys swimming, reading on the deck or trying to save her fish from her cat. (They have a love / hate relationship.)
 Daryl - hmmm  - thinking I might have to hide my fish today?!?!?! Website

Victoria Adams is Flashing on Erotic Notions

This Wednesday I would like to welcome my friend, Victoria Adams. She has a flash each each and Blogger decided to shut her down because she responded too many times to commenters on her own blog. She wasn't rude, she never is. Since I had today free, I offered it up to her - so take it away Victoria.

Hi everybody and thank you to Daryl for letting me hang out here today. Wednesday Brief is a flash fiction group I'm in and we post 500 - 1,000 words pieces based on either written prompts or pictures. This week my inspiration is from the written prompts.  I put the first 4 pieces up on a free read key, if you'd like to catch up and see what is going on.

Briefly  - J'dol is a warrior and he has been given leave from the border patrols. He is walking home to his sisters when a thunderstorm hits. He realizes two things are going on the storm and their enemy is attacking with Death Bombs. He races to his village, but is too late. Everything is destroyed. A bolt of lightning hits nearby as a death bomb explodes. He is tossed into the air and lands on a dock.
Sian is sitting on her dock meditating when a large boom startles her and a man falls on her dock. In a moment of panic, she steps back off the dock and falls into the water. When she surfaces, he is gone. She knows what she saw, but can't find any trace of him. She calls the police.They investigate and suggest a big fish jumped out of the water. Sian is a writer and she settles down to write the next chapter of her book, when a hand grips her throat and another covers her mouth.
She and J'dol have  brief skirmish, when J'dol stumbles and Sian sees that he is hurt. He has four large gashes and  chunk of wood sticking out of his arm. She brings him into her cottage to tend to his wounds. He walks into the living room,  stumbles back, turns to her and snarls - "You're one of them."


Welcome to this week's Wednesday Briefs.
This is an m/f romance (as to which sub-genre – that might take a week or two to decide.)  It's a 500 to 1,000 word excerpt inspired by – Is that your best bedside manner? and If wishes were fishes..., no photos this week. But to clarify - I am including the photo from last week.

Sunrise – part 5 Sian turned to face J'dol. "I'm one of them what?" The fierce glare in his eyes threatened danger. She stepped back. Without another word, J'dol bolted from the cottage. Sian tried to follow, but he slipped into the forest and vanished among the trees."You're hurt, you know. You could get sick." She pressed her fingers to her forehead and rubbed small circles. What the hell am I doing? I'm yelling at a…I don't know what I'm yelling at. I wonder if the looney bin has lost anybody? Or would take me?Sian wandered back to the deck. She plopped onto a deck chair, flipped open her laptop and typed…1. Man falls onto my dock. How does he fall? No low flying airplane. No tree to fall out of. Weird. Like he appeared out of thin air.2. He's injured. Unsettled. And dressed in old clothes. Looks like he should be living when there were knights and stuff. 3. He said they destroyed his village. Who lives in a village????4. Man is gorgeous. J Appears out of nowhere. Dressed in old time clothes. Needs to protect his village. Crazy person. Or…  A thought exploded in Sian's brain. No f'in' way! She grabbed her cellphone. Scrolling through her contacts, she pressed Kiry - yoga. The phone rang. "Hi, Sian. What's up?""Need to chat with the sanest person I know. Dinner? Thai?" "Sounds great! Haven't had Thai in forever. Just got home from the studio. Need to shower. Meet you…say six?" "See you then." Sian rang off. She stood on the deck and gazed about the nearby forest and lake looking for any sign of J'dol. The other four cottages on the lake were eerily quiet. Those families hadn't yet arrived to spend the summer months.If only they would stay away and let me be alone. Sian snorted and turned back to the cottage. And as mom would say, if wishes were fishes. A pang of hurt gripped her heart at the thought of her mother. She missed her. A hostess seated  Sian and Kiry  at their table on the outdoor patio of Thum's Thai. The waiter had taken their drink and food order and disappeared into the back. Sian glanced at her svelte friend. "So, how did classes go today? Are the tourists starting to take drop in classes?""Five ladies today. This drop in idea is perfect. After class, one woman, Mrs. Markenson I think, said she was going to tell everyone at the hotel about me. If this keeps up for the summer, I can…" Kiry talked about her hopes and plans for her yoga studio, only pausing when the waiter delivered their Thai iced teas.Sipping the creamy sweetness, Sian waited until Kiry exhausted all of her chatter. "My turn and I'm about to tell you the craziest tale you've ever heard." She paused as the waiter placed their orders of Pad Thai on the table. "Mmm." Kiry inhaled the fragrance of her dinner. "Smells yummy." Between mouthfuls, Sian shared the sudden appearance of J'dol and then his unexpected bolting from her cabin.Holding a forkful of noodles, Kiry frowned. "Well, what could've frightened him off? Was he worried that this was your best bedside manner?" "I have no idea. He walked into my living room. Got angry or scared and left." Sian shrugged. "It's the cottage. There's nothing there. A couch, a couple of chairs, a table. The carpet. The TV." "Is the cool painting you did at university still up on the wall? The tall green lady." Sian nodded and swallowed her mouthful."I love that painting. You ever want to sell it." Kiry waggled her eyebrows.  Having finished her supper, Sian wiped her mouth and placed the napkin onto the table. "Well, now I'm up to the crazy part. And this just hit me. It's because of his clothes." Kiry raised an eyebrow."Well, he isn't dressed in regular clothes. You know, blue jeans and a Tee. Uh…" Sian paused as the waiter returned to the table. "I'd like a mango sorbet for dessert. Kiry?" "Sounds great. I'll have one, too." Kiry watched the waiter depart. "So how was he dressed?" "Like the old days. Like Ye Olde England with an e on the end." Kiry opened her mouth to speak, but paused. "No, that won't work. The medieval festival isn't for a couple of weeks. So he's not just a lost actor."Sian pointed at Kiry. "I'd thought of that. But that's exactly what he's dressed like. He's been injured. He looks like he was in a battle. Who the hell is in a battle?" The waiter placed their desserts in front of them. Kiry stared at it for a moment then lifted her gaze to Sian. "You're not trying to tell me you think he…because that's just frickin' impossible." Sian nodded. "He's a time traveller."


Thank you all for stopping by. I hope to be back on my blog soon or on Word Press - which ever happens first.

Here's the list for the other fantastic Wed Brief authors.
A.R. Von 
Elyzabeth VaLey      
Tali Spencer   
Nephylim    
MA Church  
Andrew Gordon 
Julie Lynn Hayes

Spotlight on Heather Sharpe's Finding Flight on Erotic Notions

Can her gift help her find an everlasting love? Blurb: As an Enforcer for a secret society of shapeshifters, Ledger Arneau is offered a chance to retrieve his wayward brother before The Council puts out a warrant for his arrest. When the trail goes cold, he is willing to try anything to pick it up again, even if it means bringing in an outsider. 
Corinne Winters is able to find any missing object, except her own, by concentrating on it. She’s always dreamed of using her skills to help locate missing people. After an embarrassing setback with the local police department, she jumps on the opportunity to use her skills to help Ledger. 
Corinne finds a love she didn’t know she was looking for with Ledger, and discovers a new depth to her talent when they are together. When her new love and his brother disappear back into the secret society, Corinne must stretch her talent beyond anything she ever imagined to bring them home. Unaware of the circumstances surrounding Ledger’s disappearance, Corinne races across the country on his trail. When she finally locates the brothers, she witnesses the unbelievable, and flees in terror. In order to claim the love of her life, she must find a way to accept him and his secret.
Excerpt: “Are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to let me out?” Corinne called while tapping lightly on the glass behind him. Ledger pushed his worries to the back of his mind and reluctantly straightened from the side of the car. Despite his new worry about Cedric catching up with them, he couldn’t drive any farther tonight. After a few hours of sleep, he’d be refreshed, and they could pick up the trail bright and early in the morning. He turned to open the door and helped Corinne straighten from the seat. Stretching her arms above her head, Corinne breathed, “Hmm…I think that’s the longest car ride I’ve ever had. What are our room numbers?” “Two-thirteen. We’re leaving early in the morning again, so what do you need me to carry in for you? The less we take in now, the less we’ll have to bring back out in the morning.” Ledger turned from Corinne and headed toward the trunk without glancing back. “What do you mean we’re in two-thirteen? You only got one room?” “Yeah. Don’t worry, there are two beds. We won’t be here for more than a few hours, anyway. As soon as I’ve caught some sleep, we’ll be back on the road again.” “I’m not sharing a room with you! What if I snore? You’ve been up since who knows when; I’d hate to keep you awake!” Corinne grabbed her phone out of the cup holder and slammed the door. “You snore? I never would have guessed. Don’t worry, I’ll sleep through it.” “I don’t snore.” “Sure.” He snorted. She was so fun to tease. “I said what if I snore, not that I do snore. Anyway, that’s beside the point. You need to go get another room.” Corinne followed him to the trunk of the car and stood with her hands on her hips. She was close enough that his keen hearing picked up the elevation in her heart rate, and the blush starting at the base of her throat beckoned him. She did want two rooms, but it appeared that the thought of sharing a room excited her in spite of herself. “Sorry, princess. One room. I’m going up to get some sleep. You can stay here with the car if you really want to. I’ll be back in about six hours.”

Links: www.heathermsharpe.webstarts.com              www.facebook.com/heathermsharpe             www.twitter.com/heathermsharpe Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Finding-Flight-ebook/dp/B00CB5JJCC/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1368451740&sr=8-1&keywords=finding+flight Barnes & Noble:  http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/finding-flight-heather-m-sharpe/1115091588?ean=2940016720999 Allromance ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/storeSearch.html

Bio: Heather M. Sharpe lives on 6 acres in Central Kansas with her husband, perfect baby boy, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law. In case the house isn’t full enough, it also includes four noisy dogs, one cat who inspired For the love of a Sphynx, another who torments him, and a lizard.  At night, all of them think they need room on the bed (except the lizard, thankfully). 
Up until the birth of her son, Heather taught elementary school.  Now she chases around her toddler and writes whenever he naps long enough to turn on the laptop.  When not writing or chasing the baby, Heather enjoys hanging at the lake, waking up early to tear up the water on the wakeboard or wakesurf board, and making s’mores.
Make sure to check out Heather’s website and Facebook page to keep informed of all her newest projects.

Spotlight on Avery Flynn's Jax and the Beanstalk Zombies

You know there’s trouble ahead when zombies aren’t your biggest worry.
Jax and the Beanstalk ZombiesAvery Flynn
The treasure hunter... Veronica Kwon is determined to be the only person in control of her destiny. After surviving a broken engagement and turning her back on her wealthy manipulative father, she’s started a treasure hunting company and is ready for the adventure of a lifetime. The ex-fiance... Jax Taylor is a Southern charmer with enough sex appeal to melt the polar ice caps. He disappeared three months before their wedding and swore he’d never cross paths with Veronica again. The magic beanstalk... Brought together again by their dying mentor, who has found three enchanted beans, Veronica and Jax agree to an uneasy partnership. Together they’ll climb a magic beanstalk to the cloud kingdom, but will their destiny be the riches they so desire, the passion they thought dead...or will the undead get them first? CONTENT WARNING: Fans at the ready, please. Graphic sexual content bound to steam up your e-reader! A Lyrical Press Fantasy Romance
Excerpt: “It can’t be,” Veronica said. There had always been stories. Her cousin Lulu had whispered the tale to her late at night as a test of pre-pubescent courage. No one ever had experienced an actual sighting--well, and lived to tell the tale. The proof, however, lay dead in a heap at their feet. Veronica glanced up at Jax. “Zombie,” they said together. Somewhere out in the darkness another giggle sounded. Then, another. They snapped off their flashlights. The world turned inky black. She strained in an attempt to pinpoint the zombies’ location by hearing but that information remained elusive. Fear settled in her stomach like a bad Mexican dinner, making her queasy and clammy. “We have to get Antoine and get the hell out of here,” Jax whispered. God, yes. All she wanted to do was run screaming for the beanstalk. But they couldn’t. She squeezed his forearm. “Agreed, but we need to be smart about this. We can’t attract their attention.” “I know you like to make a plan for everything, but we have about two minutes before we’re lunch,” he snarled

Sizzling Times on Sizzling Summer BlogHop on Erotic Notions

Let's all just take a moment and pause, while staring at that sizzling sexy shot.Okay - moment is over.
From Capri's Fate -  a short slightly sizzling scene.


Capri's mother held the bottle over the empty glass. "You had sex with a voice?" "Yes and don't ask me to explain it. Long story short, I got promoted, and needed to fly to this remote place in Indonesia. Thall, who it seems has been interested in me for a long time, can take corporeal form. Human." "Completely human?" Her mother giggled. "Yes, completely human and well-endowed too." Both women snickered into their wine glasses. "I must say Mom. You're taking this rather well. Not what I expected." "I've had three margaritas and two, maybe three glasses of wine." She swallowed a mouthful of fermented grape nectar. "My daughter is dating. He's handsome and well endowed. What else could I ask for?" "He's six hundred years old." "Looks good for his age. And can still perform. I'm hoping your dad can still get it up at eighty-five." "Mother!" Both women shook with laughter.

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