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Sneak Peek Sunday on Erotic Notions

Welcome to my first adventure at SNEAK PEEK SUNDAY.

I brought along 6 unedited paragraphs from my latest WIP - Capri's Fate. It is an erotic contemporary fantasy.
(yes part of it is from my tidbit tease last week - but I joined a new meme and am starting over - forgive me ;-)  )



My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs?"


Well okay, it didn't exactly start there. If I'm going to be perfectly honest, I think it started with Kat's text - "Meet me at - insert name of five-star restaurant here." Kat is always getting me to take her out for expensive dinners. I don't mind, I'm a highly paid executive, in a very large corporation, while she's a receptionist in a small dental office. Besides, I like good food and I like her company.
Kat and I have been BFFs since third grade. We were in each other's wedding parties, and cried on each other's shoulders at our subsequent divorces. Now, we're each other's go to person whenever the mood strikes. Obviously, the mood struck and it involved my credit card. I texted back a reply –"Xavier's. 6 pm."




Kat waited outside the restaurant when the cab pulled next to the curb. She held the door while I stepped out. "Timing or what? I just got here."
We did the mandatory cheek kiss then walked up to the Maitre D'. He smiled his I-must-be-friendly-because-they're-guests smile and escorted us to our table. We ordered drinks and chatted. What we talked about, I couldn't tell you: the weather, her new dress, my job - you know, just old – no, scratch old, put longtime - girlfriend stuff.
After a diet conscious meal, followed by a calorie-loaded dessert, we stood outside as we waited for a taxi. Kat gazed at me with her dark chocolate eyes mellowed-from-too-much-wine and a goofy grin on her face. "Do you trust me?"
Now on to the other authors on Sneak Peek Sunday 

The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell

The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell (Modern Erotic Classics)
If his beauty was of the Devil, and this an enchantment, she did not care. . . Lord Karolan Rakka is no stranger to death: sensual, mysterious and endowed with an arcane knowledge of alchemy, he has achieved immortality. Deeply lonely and tormented by the Fetch - the dark and wanton spirit who feasts on his fleshly desires - Karolan endeavours to resist the brief solace of sexual pleasure . . . Instead he longs for a kindred soul. And when he finds her in the ravishing form of Garnetta - a young woman, both innocent and lost - Karolan wastes no time in making her his own. But when Garnetta discovers the shocking truth about their overwhelming bond of desire, she flees Lord Rakka - and finds herself in mortal peril. Only Karolan can save her. Will he make a leap of faith for the woman he has grown to love . . . before time runs out? The Flesh Endures is a breathless tale of faith and love, and the bonds of desire from which there is no escape. Available from:
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B009EP7ZZA/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B009EP7ZZA&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelthouse-21 http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B009EP7ZZA/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B009EP7ZZA&linkCode=as2&tag=lucyfelt-20 https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-thefleshenduresmoderneroticclassics-1008286-144.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0 http://uk.nook.com/ebooks/the-flesh-endures-modern-erotic-classics-by-cleo-cordell/9781472105554

Excerpt: It was gloomy inside the low room, the air thick with the oily smoke from rush tapers. The lavender and sweet woodruff that strewed the beaten earth floor had long since wilted and failed to mask the smells of stale sweat and unwashed clothes.
At the back of the room, in an area of deepest shadow, Lord Karolan Rakka lay on a pile of tawdry cushions. He watched his companion caressing the two young women, his perceptions blurred by the poppy drug coursing through his veins. The three naked bodies were shiny with sweat and the smells of sex and exertion clotted his nostrils. He wondered, for a moment, why he had stayed. There had been no reason to linger after Jack had given him the things he required, but he had felt a desire for human company. And so he had poured a measure of the opiate into a tankard of ale and settled back to watch Jack indulge his sexual appetites.
For a while the two women worked on his companion, taking it in turns to kiss Jack's mouth and caress his body. Then they put on a show for the two men, moaning loudly as they kissed each other, rubbing their breasts together until the nipples stood out like ripe cherries.
Inflamed by the display, Jack reached for Isabeau, preferring her rich womanly curves to Adeliz's more girlish form.
'Come and join us, why don't you?' Jack mumbled, surfacing from between Isabeau's spread legs and wiping her moisture from his chin. There's enough here for two. You don't mind sharing your honey pot, do you my pretty?'
***** Author Bio: Cleo Cordell is the author of nine erotic novels, a number of short stories and a forthcoming anthology. The bestselling Captive Flesh, published in 1993, was followed by Senses Bejewelled and Velvet Claws, and Cleo was established as 'the new queen of suburban erotica' in Today and 'queen of the undieworld' in the Woman's Journal. Her subsequent titles, Juliet Rising, Path of the Tiger, Crimson Buccaneer and Opal Darkness, confirmed her position as first lady of historical-fantasy erotica.
Writing as Susan Swann, Cleo's alter ego explored contemporary erotica in The Discipline of Pearls and The Ritual of Pearls.
Cleo began working for Northamptonshire Libraries at the age of sixteen. This gave her ample opportunity to explore the world of dark fantasy fiction, her first love. When not reading or researching, she enjoys the cinema, her cats, wildlife and cooking gourmet vegetarian food. At present she is working on the sequel to The Flesh Endures, continuing the fortunes of the enigmatic alchemist Lord Karolan Rakka.






Other Modern Erotic Classics

The Houdini Girl by Martyn Bedford Lie to Me by Tamara Faith Berger The Phallus of Osiris by Valentina Cilescu Kiss of Death by Valentina Cilescu The Flesh Constrained by Cleo Cordell The Flesh Endures by Cleo Cordell Hogg by Samuel R. Delany The Tides of Lust by Samuel R. Delany Sad Sister by Florence Dugas The Ties That Bind by Vanessa Duriés Dark Ride by Kent Harrington 3 by Julie Hilden Neptune & Surf by Marilyn Jaye Lewis Violent Silence by Paul Mayersberg Homme Fatale by Paul Mayersberg The Agency by David Meltzer Burn by Michael Perkins Dark Matter by Michael Perkins Evil Companions by Michael Perkins Beautiful Losers by Remittance Girl Meeting the Master by Elissa Wald

Sexy on Sunday

Welcome to Sexy on Sunday


Capri's Fate  – WIP – erotic contemporary fantasy
Heat rating – Hot



My erotic adventure began the minute he whispered, "Do you happen to own a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs?"



Blurb –Capricious Gray, corporate executive, attends a sex toy convention and is stalked by a voice who makes passionate love to her. Talk about a weird day.



There is a free read tab if you like to read more of Capri's Fate.
If anyone wishes to join me on Sexy on Sunday - leave your blog link and I'll put it in my post next week, if you put mine in yours - Erotic Notions Just make it a short snippet.

Blood Purple on Erotic Notions

Welcome new author - ASHLEY NEMER and her first book - BLOOD PURPLE. YAYYYYYYYY!!!!!!!!!



My name is Ashley Nemer and I’m promoting my first book, Blood Purple. It’s the first book in a series of 5. The second book, Blood Yellow has been sent to the publisher for review and hopefully will be released in the next few months.(Gotta love a series)
Tell us 6 things about yourself.1. I’m a Gemini (I don’t care what the new calendar says I am now and always will be a Gemini no Taurus here!)2. I love reading, writing and using my mind for anything creative!3. I’m very outgoing and social4. My favorite day is one where it’s raining outside, my husband and I are laying on our couch reading, our dogs in our laps and we are snuggled under the blankets. I’ve had this image in my head since I was a teen. And yes, this fantasy happens anytime I like. It’s the best part of married life.5. My favorite characters are bad guys6.  I hate always having happy endings (I am so with you on number 6)
Was there a moment when you first thought "I'm a writer."?No – not precisely – this was an on again off again debate with my ‘team’ of people I have helping me and I still can’t totally wrap my head around it. I kept telling my friend, Teri, stop putting the cart before the horse, but she insisted I was an author and a writer from day one.
What genre(s) do you write in?I write Paranormal Romance, Romance / Holiday, Fiction, Poetry
Have many books have you written? List names of published books?Published – Bud’s Christmas WishSoon to be published Poetry: Whispers in the Dark along with Stacy Moran and Torie N JamesUnder Review: Jaded with L.S. Broomfield  and Blood Yellow, book 2 of the Blood Series(prolific)
buy link - http://www.amazon.com/Blood-Purple-Se...
What is your latest book about?In short – it’s about a brother and sister who have to come back together to fight off their cousins and uncle to maintain their crown. Their family was created by the Gods and their lineage is passed on from parent to child. Their grandfather passed it onto their mother and their uncle is now seeking their death to claim his spot as ruling king. This being said – this story is very much about the family relationships. It’s about the characters themselves and their dynamics and not so much about the ‘vampire’ and ‘royalty’ aspect. I let the drama that natural family tensions causes lead my characters. It’s a very DIFFERENT form of writing and I think that’s what sets me apart from everyone else.(sounds intriguing and I like the idea  of "very different form of writing") 
What is your favourite moment in the story (one that doesn’t give away any secrets)Honestly the final scene. Hands down my favorite. Zayn destroys their home. Wrecks it completely. His pain and anguish are too much and too overwhelming and his powers lose control and bamm. 

Plotter or a pantster?  Why does this work best for you?Pantster. I cannot plot for anything. I hate plotting. Plotting does me no good cause I can’t follow anything. To me, I have an ‘idea’ of what I want to happen. Like I know how the series will end. I know A and C but the B, I just sit at the keyboard, I close my eyes and after an hour I open them and whatever I have on the screen is what it is. I don’t edit I don’t change I just go with what is there. All of my characters in everything I write pave their way and they always will.(Awesome - let the right side of the mind rule)
Have any of your characters ever been based on people you knew from real life?Zayn is based on my brother to a degree. My parents were divorced when I was 7 years old so my little brother and I spent our whole lives together. Nikole is based on me to a degree. Nikole and Zayn’s dynamics are to an extent how I see my own brother and mine. Now – they are exaggerated a great deal for the drama and sensations of fiction, but the love and sense of protection and devotion that’s family – that’s my brother and I. I’d do anything for him and him for me. I’m the older one but I always wished he was the eldest. So here in my little fantasy world I was able to have a bit of what I wished real life had given me. Some of the traits are the same as well – My brother is EXTREMELY tall and I’m short – Nik and Zayn both reflect that. Initially, Adara was supposed to have the same traits as my life long best friend but somewhere along the ways that shifted and was thrown out the window – not sure how that happened, sometimes characters revolt and make themselves how they want.
Personally I have trouble coming up with book titles, is this easy for you? How do you do it?This is the first thing I make and usually the easiest. It typically comes to me like an instant sensation while I’m doing something else. It’s a random thought that just hits.
Short question time.Chocolate ice cream or chocolate gelato? neitherBaseball or hockey? FootballHot red finger nail polish or bare nails? bareSpaghetti or steak? ChickenLaying on a beach or skiing down a mountain? beachWhite roses or red roses? White Roses (My favorites)
Any last comments. Stay tuned for Blood Yellow – this second book is really a killer – it’s so meaty and juicy. It’s going to knock you off your feet and will really make you crumble. The Algula world is going to fall apart and you along with it. Blood Purple is an excellent start for a first book and a first in a series but Blood Yellow is really where the meat is. You will have to keep following to find out what Nikole and Zayn do to defeat their uncle and his children.
Blurb -
  In a world we think we know, live other races entirely hidden from the mortal perspective. Creatures of legend, of fable and myth, their very history and nature have allowed them to walk side by side with humans since time immemorial. They are warriors, they are hunters, and they are Algula Vampire. And in their own midst, a battle is brewing for supremacy, for dominance, that can and will affect all around them. Old hatred never dies and vengeance is a fiery sword that cuts a bloody swath. Excerpt -

             Hamza walks into the room with his guard looking at Nikole’s still body lying on the table. “Is she dead?” he questions. “No sir, she passed out while we were in the middle of the procedure. We were doing like you instructed and burning her body with the needles when she went unconscious.  We thought it best to come get you right away.” Hamza looks over her body, placing his fingers to her neck and feeling only a small hint of life.  His lips curve up in excitement as he anticipates what is yet to come. “Good, leave us alone.” He starts to walk around the table staring at her naked and bloodied body. The room emptied out while Hamza continued to circle the table. He tried to decide what to do with this dead weight prisoner. Leaning over her body, he backhanded her jaw, the cracking of her bones deafening in the silence of the room. He heard her moan in agony while she slowly came to consciousness. “Nikole, I think it would be best if you just gave me what I asked of you.  As soon as you tell me what we want to know this pain will all stop.” Taking his knife from the sheath on his belt, he placed the cold blade to her cheek. “I will cut your pretty little face apart.  Don’t think I won’t.”  Taking the tip of the blade he breaks the skin at the top of her left cheek and slowly cut lines into her face.  Droplets of blood ran down her cheek staining her flesh as he slashed her face.  Nikole’s voice is gone from all the screaming she has done and all she can do is heave a cry.  Her eyes are still forced open, not even tears can form since she can’t blink.  “Come on little Princess, just tell me where Zayn is so I can kill him. I promise this will all stop.”  

Buy Link  (geesh - I hope some horrible death is planned in a future book for this Hamza guy!)About Ashley - Ashley is married and lives in Houston with her husband Tony. They have two dogs named Toto and Doogie. They have been together for almost 8 years and he brings her more joy than she could ever imagine as a child. She loves to read and has been hooked on the romance genre ever since her lifelong best friend Laura gave her "Ashes to Ashes' by Tami Hoag to read when they were younger.
Ashley finds her strength through her family, especially her parents. They always support her in life and they push her to strive for greatness. There once was a motto that Ashley heard in her youth through her Taekwondo life 'Reach for the Stars' and that is what Ashley has always done. It was through her upbringing that the values Ashley has and display's came from. With her Parents always cheering her on in life she was able to grow up having faith in herself and her ability to conquer the world.
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Sexy on Sunday

Welcome to Sexy on Sunday
Black Dorn – erotic medieval Romance Heat rating - 5 hot peppers


"When will I become a duna?" "When you’re taken." "Taken where?" Duna Trea sighed. "Not taken where, Branwyn, taken how. When you’re taken by a man."
Blurb- Purchased to be trained as a courtesan, Branwyn arrives in a strange new land. A castle called Black Dorn. Her instructor, Duna Trea, is horrified by Branwyn's lack of knowledge of the relations between a man and his woman. Branwyn begins her daily lesson in the art of bedding a man. Back from battle, Prince Malack rests near a brook to freshen before returning to the court of his father. His life is lonely. The noble woman chosen to be his bride rejected him and bedded his hated rival. Malack turned his anger and loneliness onto the focus of battle and increasing the power and wealth of Black Dorn. Branwyn, lost and afraid, nears the handsome stranger standing by the brook and requests his help. Malack raises his eyes and his gaze settles onto the face of the woman who will be his queen.

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If anyone wishes to join me on Sexy on Sunday - leave your blog link and I'll put it in my post next week, if you put mine in yours - Erotic Notions Just make it a short snippet.

Sexy on Sunday

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SoS will feature tidbit teases from my erotic romances.
Sexy Red Hood – twisted fairy taleHeat rating - 4 hot peppers


Red inserted a finger into her wet pussy and strummed her nub with her thumb. With water massaging her neck and cascading down her breasts, she thrust her finger in and out pushing herself toward sexual ecstasy. Her knees buckled and she slammed her free hand against the shower wall to stabilize herself. With heart pounding and breath coming in deep gasps, she lost herself in the sensations she caused in her body

Blurb - “Go save your Grandmother.” After learning that her grandmother has booked a cruise with a supposed gigolo and is squandering her inheritance, Esmeralda (Red) Hood boards Emerald Forest cruise ship to protect both.   Once there, Red slips and falls into the arms of Wilhelm Olf, a dark-eyed, continental who makes her body tingle.  Stepping out of the elevator, she barges into Andrew Woodsman, a bumbling private school teacher on his first vacation cruise.With her attention torn between the dissimilar but sexually-intriguing men and keeping watch over tequila drinking, rock wall climbing grandma, Red's cruise is filled with fun and erotic fantasies.Grandmother's warning of Never trust a wolf in sheep's clothingleaves Red confused. Later, when she wakes up in a utility closet, hands and feet bound and emerald necklace missing, Red discovers the man she suspected is not only innocent but also the one she loves.
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Erotic Notions is Naughty New Years Bloghopping

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Welcome to the Naughty New Years Blog Hop.

This year I'm hoping for new release, so I thought I'd offer up and unedited tidbit - a naughty one.

Capri's Fate - a contemporary erotic fantasy - Capri is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend, Kat. She hears a voice and it follows her around the convention hall then it follows her home.




The warmth of the massage table changed to cool silk. I opened my eyes and looked around. The table and hut had disappeared, and I was now on the end of a long dock surrounded by colorful pillows. Some of which positioned themselves under me. A surge of light shimmered over my body.
My bustier had wrapped itself around me, forcing my nipples to burst from the peek-a-boo holes. The bottle of warming lubricant landed beside me, top popped off. And amazed that I wasn't the least bit - shocked, alarmed or confused—I watched as my glass dildo floated above me.
"Play with your nipples. Show me what you do to make them firm."
"Excuse me?" My eyebrows reached up to my hairline. "You want me to play with myself? In front of you?"
"Yes."
One simple—yet mortifying - word.
"I'm not a porn star."
"Just touch yourself. I will not judge you."
I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.
"They're beautiful. Continue."
To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.
Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.
It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn't send the instructions along and I hadn't had a chance to read them yet. My bad.
Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.
Snap. Snap.
A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.
Snap.
Snap. Snap.
The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn't fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the sensations they delighted me with. I wanted this to last for hours.
 How long do little cell batteries last?
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Erotic Notions on the #2013 New Year's Bloghop

Happy 2013!New Years always bring in the hope of better times, new beginnings and dreams of the future.  This year there are issues I have to deal with, but nothing insurmountable. There will be crisises to get through, but with strong family support and friends, that is do-able. Joyous times will fill in between difficult times as always happens in the course of one's life. There will be times I need to lean on family for support and times I will be the strength for others.Life is a challenge and it is a wonderful as each of us wishes to make it. Enjoy 2013. Make it a good year.
I'm hoping for a new release this year – so for a taste of my next book here's an unedited tidbit.Capri's Fate - As I put my glass down, the lights dimmed, music played—from somewhere—and the bed covers pulled back. Even though I was sitting on them. A warm breath drifted across the back of my neck. Goose bumps ran up my spine and, embarrassingly so, my nipples stood at attention. Flattering myself that I was handling this all very well, I picked up my wine glass, took a big gulp and decided to grab the bull by the horns – metaphorically speaking. "Are you a ghost? Because I don't believe in ghosts.""No, I'm a Fate.""You mean like, let the Fates decide?""Yes, that would be the best interpretation for you."I tilted my head from side to side trying to figure out where his voice was coming from. "But the Fates are girls. I know my Roman? Greek? mythology.""That is mythology. This is reality."Lifting one eyebrow, I snorted. "I'm talking to the air and you're calling it reality?""The three Fates were children of the original power."I took another sip of wine. "So you're a child of the Fates?""Go forth and multiply.""You're just full of one-liners.""Humans do not believe in us, and yet they call upon us to make decisions for them. 'Fate made me do it'. 'Let the Fates decide.' 'May the force be with you.'""That's Star Wars." Great, I've got a stalker Fate with a sense of humor."I heard that."Shivers skidded through me as what felt like tiny sparks tickled my neck."We're real. We've been around since time began. That first monkey who jumped out of a tree and walked on the ground, Fate made him do it. A cousin of mine, actually.""You're kidding!" "Yes, I am. You humans are so gullible."I waved my arm about. "Can I touch you? See you?""You would not understand our form, but I can touch you." A wave of heat slid up my leg and rippled through my belly."Oooh!" When my breath returned, I asked the most logical question I could think of. "Why are you here?""Earlier tonight you said, 'Let's see what the Fates have in store'. Well the Fates have nothing in store for your friend, but for you…."I picked up my wine glass and took a couple of good gulps."Lay back and relax. I promise I won't hurt you. I cannot. I can only provide pleasure." His hand caressed my right shin. Let's call it a hand--it's just easier.My flesh reacted as if it had been burned. But in a good way. It wasn't pain. Curiously, maybe a little bizarrely, but there was definitely a hint of wicked in the touch.The same sensation scorched my left shin. Part of me needed to check if my flesh was flushed and blistered, but I couldn't move. I thought if I did, I would somehow break a spell. A bead of sweat dribbled down my neck.With a movement as soft as the brush of a feather, both hands traveled up my thighs and stopped at my hips.Ooh!
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Erotic Notions on the Secret Santa BlogHop

Secret Santa.

Have you ever had this fun Christmas tradition go horribly wrong? Neither have I, but a friend did. Really - it's not me. I'll call her K. Because if I used her real initial she'd flip out that everyone would guess her name.

K works in an office and everyone puts their names in a hat and pulls out their Secret Santa. Well, K got the crabby lady. The one no one likes and to add to it, that morning the two of them had "words", so she especially didn't want her.

But in the spirit of Christmas, K was going to do her best. She asked around about what lady liked. No one knew. Every year people had given her flowers, perfumes, knick knacks and she never smiled just opened the present, tossed the wrapping and left the party.

So K watched her around the office. She had no pictures of family members. She wore her Monday outfit then her Tuesday one and so on. She always ate at her desk. The exact same lunch.

What K does really well is bake. Cookies, cakes, muffins - to die for. She decided to make her Death by Chocolate Walnut Brownies. (I'm drooling thinking about them.) She bought a little Christmas plate and that clear wrap for baskets and piled the brownies on top and tied a candy cane to decorate it.
 Party time - it's K's moment. The peson playing Santa hands the lady K's gift. Lady rips candy cane off the top and tosses it aside and snaps, "I'm diabetic." Then she tears the wrapping off and drops the plate on the table. "I hate chocolate and I'm allegic to nuts. What is someone trying to do, kill me?" Then she stormed out of party.

Well the rest of the staff devoured the brownies and had a great party. The lady transferred out of the office and it's been a happy happy place ever since. But every year, they remember the crabby lady as they eat K's Brownies. A bit bizarre for a Christmas story, I know - but  that's life.

P.S. the photo isn't K's Brownies - they never last long enough for anyone to take a picture of them. :-)

Now for my question - There are five fish. Which is the fish of the month for Decemeber?
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