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Another Thursday so there for another Idle Thoughts post.

Been sitting here staring at a blank page wondering what to write today.  I would like to rant about how much edits drive me insane, but maybe some other time.

I have one novella waiting to have one more run through then it goes to a group to be included in an anthology. More news on that later. REally excited about that one.

And then there's the novella that I just got back the first round of edits on - le sigh!  Me and edits and me and commas - we just don't get along.

That enough about writing.

Went down to NC to visit daughter- they got 7.5 inches of snow! I went from cold and snowy Ontario to....cold and snowy NC. Oh well, daughter had several snows days so we got to spend lots of time with her.

Currently back here in Ontario, it's bright and sunny out and ABOVE freezing - first time since mid-December.  Happy Dancing.

Well, I guess that's all the rambling for now - should dive into those edits Hmmm - wonder if the bathroom needs cleaning????

Bit of romance between Branwyn and Malack on WIP Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.   Set Up –(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King, Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne and lastly tragor means duty.) 



She glanced up at the word love. He pressed his lips on hers and pulled her so close her breasts pressed up against his chest. She released him with a gasp. Her gaze did not leave his. "More?" he whispered. She pulled his face to her and planted her mouth on his. He opened his lips. She did the same. Minutes swam by in a blurred state of locked lips. Heat rose within Branwyn. She pulled away. Holding her hand to her chest, Branwyn gasped for air. "This is…I should not be doing this. You are not—" "Did you like it?" She nodded. "Would you like more? "Yes." It was a whisper. "But it is wrong." He kissed her cheek, her neck, her throat, then looked into her eyes. "A thing feels best when it is wrong." He pressed his lips against hers. Branwyn was helpless to resist. Tentatively, he touched the tip of his tongue to hers. She moaned. He laid her back against the ground and trailed kisses down her neck to her chest. "Malack." She pressed her hands on his chest. "I must not." "I must." He pressed up onto straight arms and looked down at her. "I am humbled by your beauty, but consumed by thoughts of you. I want to taste you, feel your skin, smell your scent. Explore your body. I will not take what is his. You must bleed at your first time. If you do not, he will be angry. But I can have the rest, and I can teach you what pleasure is." "Teach me"



Here is the link to WIP in case linky doesn't work - http://wipitupwednesday.blogspot.com/




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions 5 - Idle Thoughts6 – Book Boyfriend Cafe7 – A Little Sex on Saturday  8 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 9 – Author Spotlight – Jessica Jayne – In Flames10 - Author Spotlight – R.B. O'Brien – Temptation11 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – A Little Sex on Saturday15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Stacey Brutger - Electric Heat17 – Author Spotlight – Liza O'Connor18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight – Melissa Kier – Cowboy Up 224 – Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson 25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday29 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday30 – Author Spotlight - Kay Jaybee - The New Room31 - Author Spotlight - Blair McDowell - Romantic Road

Spotlight on Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée by Julia Kent

Shopping for a Billionaire’s Fiancée by Julia Kent
Description:
All of our best dates end up in the emergency room....
I planned the perfect proposal. Plenty of lobster, caviar, champagne and--her favorite--tiramisu. The perfect setting. The perfect woman. The perfect everything.
Dad gave me my late mother's engagement ring, platinum and diamonds galore. Shannon wouldn't care if I slid a giant hard-candy ring on her finger instead of a three-carat diamond designed to impress. But my future mother-in-law, Marie, will pass out when she sets eyes on that rock, which will give us two minutes of blessed silence. That woman talks more than Kim Kardashian flashes her naked backside on the internet.
I was going to make it perfect, from the color of the tablecloth to the freshness of the roses. And it wasperfect.
Until Shannon swallowed the ring.
* * *
Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée gives near-billionaire Declan McCormick the chance to tell his story in this continuation of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling Shopping for a Billionaire series.
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4 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 5 - Idle Thoughts6 – Book Boyfriend Cafe7 – A Little Sex on Saturday  8 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 9 – Author Spotlight – Jessica Jayne – In Flames10 - Author Spotlight – R.B. O'Brien – Temptation11 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – A Little Sex on Saturday15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Stacey Brutger - Electric Heat17 – Author Spotlight – Liza O'Connor18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight – Melissa Kier – Cowboy Up 2 24 – Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson 25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday29 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday30 – Author Spotlight - Kay Jaybee - The New Room31 - Author Spotlight - Blair McDowell - Romantic Road

Out Now – Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires #erotica #romance #bdsm #billionaire

Out Now – Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires @8britbabes #erotica #romance #bdsm #billionaire**Available at an introductory price of just $0.99/99p for a limited time!**Blurb:Billionaires have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs, connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.Containing stories from Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.Available from:
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1DecAQwAmazon US: http://amzn.to/1CvqdM0All Romance eBooks: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-sexyjustgotrichbritbabesdobillionaires-1733050-166.html?referrer=6bdb1f9160564c0525b41f36e51861a0Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/sexy-just-got-rich-lucy-felthouse/1121147835?ean=2940046549485iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/sexy-just-got-rich-brit-babes/id963395225?mt=11Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/514499?ref=cw1985
Excerpt:Heart pounding and palms clammy, Catriona forced herself to put one foot in front of the other and walked into the bookshop. It was bedlam. She’d never seen a bookshop so busy in her life.She paused just inside the door. What the fuck was she doing? If someone saw her, recognised her—She shook her head sharply and clenched her fists until her fingernails dug into her flesh, the nipping pain bringing her back to her senses.No one would recognise her, she reminded herself, because no one knew who she was. Well, people knew who she was—but not in relation to the reason she was here.Taking a deep breath and attempting to behave like a normal person, she continued through the shop, trying to figure out where she needed to be. Not that she even needed to be here at all. It was insanity that had drawn her out of her Thames-side apartment and into the bowels of the Tube, and finally into the huge Piccadilly bookstore.What else but insanity would make a person head into central London to buy a copy of a book on the same day it came out? Especially when one already had a large box of copies of said book stuffed into the bottom of one’s wardrobe. Complimentary author copies, according to the note from the publisher.Maybe it was curiosity, she thought, as she joined the back of the queue snaking across the ground floor of the shop. Nobody nearby was holding a copy of the book yet, so she assumed that somewhere between here and the till there was a stack of the paperbacks, ready to be picked up and paid for. And presumably read. Christ.Surreptitiously, Catriona pinched the back of her hand. Wincing, she figured she had to get her head around this situation, and fast. It was only going to get bigger and crazier—or so the publisher’s marketing team, a bunch of young, attractive and scarily glamorous people, had told her.She’d already seen plenty of evidence of their expenditure on the way over—billboards, bus shelters, ads on the Underground; all displaying huge versions of her book cover, proclaiming it a bestseller, quoting stellar reviews and even lauding it “the next big thing” and “the next Fifty Shades of Grey.” One strap line even said “Who needs Christian Grey when you’ve got Eliza Dickinson?”It was the fact that her book had even been compared to the first big thing that she couldn’t quite grasp.The Fifty Shades phenomenon had spawned merchandise, sex toys and even a film. But it was just a one-off, wasn’t it? Something that couldn’t be replicated, shouldn’t be replicated.Catriona certainly hadn’t set out to write a book to appeal to the same readership. All she’d done was take out her real life frustrations—both sexual and otherwise—on the keyboard of her laptop. The rest had simply been a freak of nature.How could it appeal to the same readership, anyway? Her characters were the complete opposite of E.L. James’—her lead female, Eliza, was a dominatrix, and Leon her willing sub. Or he was by the end of the book, anyway.It didn’t matter. None of it mattered. Her book was out, today, and what happened next was completely out of her hands. She should just relax and go with the flow. Though she still couldn’t get over the fact that people were not only buying her book—they were queuing to buy it. Patiently, too, despite the glacial speed at which they were moving forward. Did they only have one till open, or something?People had joined the line behind her as she’d been ruminating, and she shuffled around slightly so she could see how many more were waiting. Shit—there were loads! She couldn’t even see the end of the queue.Her surprise must have shown on her face, because the man behind her let out a chuckle. “It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he said. “All these people waiting to buy a book when we could have purchased online—probably cheaper—and had it delivered directly to our doors. Or in a single click, have it appear on our eReaders.”Catriona hadn’t even thought of that. So, not only were people here, in the bookstore—and presumably stores all over the country, too—they were buying online, loading up eReaders… all for her little book!
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What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions
3 – Author Spotlight – Julia Kent - Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée
4 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 5 - Idle Thoughts6 – Book Boyfriend Cafe7 – A Little Sex on Saturday  8 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 9 – Author Spotlight – Jessica Jayne – In Flames10 - Author Spotlight – R.B. O'Brien – Temptation11 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – A Little Sex on Saturday15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Stacey Brutger - Electric Heat17 – Author Spotlight – Liza O'Connor18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight – Melissa Kier – Cowboy Up 2 24 – Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson 25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday29 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday30 – Author Spotlight - Kay Jaybee - The New Room31 - Author Spotlight - Blair McDowell - Romantic Road

Arianne starts her apology to Derek on Weekend Writing Warrior #8sunday

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. Scene Set up –Arianne begins her apology to Derek.

Deciding to chance it, she led him to the bedroom then set her bag at the foot of the bed. He opened his mouth to speak, but Arianne placed a finger on his lips, signaling him to be quiet. Facing him, she removed his suit jacket, walked to the closet and hung it on a hanger. Tugging at the knot she released his tie and draped it over her shoulder. One at a time she undid the buttons of his shirt, and released his cuff links. Sliding her hands up his bare chest, she slipped her hands over his shoulders and pushed the shirt off his body. It dropped to the floor. She picked it up, placed it and the tie on another hanger and the cuff links on the dresser.

Blurb – A Kept Woman – Daryl Devore -Erotic Contemporary Heat – 5 hot peppers
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
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What people are saying about A Kept Woman.5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - A Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
Link to WWW - www.wewriwa.com


What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions2 – Author Spotlight – The Brit Babes - Sexy Just Got Rich: Brit Babes Do Billionaires3 – Author Spotlight – Julia Kent - Shopping for a Billionaire's Fiancée4 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 5 - Idle Thoughts6 – Book Boyfriend Cafe7 – A Little Sex on Saturday  8 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 9 – Author Spotlight – Jessica Jayne – In Flames10 - Author Spotlight – R.B. O'Brien – Temptation11 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 12 – Idle Thoughts13 – Book Boyfriend Cafe14 – A Little Sex on Saturday15 - Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 16 – Author Spotlight – Stacey Brutger - Electric Heat17 – Author Spotlight – Liza O'Connor18 – WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 19 – Idle Thoughts20 - Book Boyfriend Cafe21 – A Little Sex on Saturday22 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday 23 – Author Spotlight – 24 – Author Spotlight – Ines Johnson 25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday29 – Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday30 – Author Spotlight - Kay Jaybee - The New Room31 - Author Spotlight - Blair McDowell - Romantic Road

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A silly question on this week's Idle Thoughts on Erotic Notions

As I am still away - this week on Idle Thoughts - I'm asking a question


If you were reincarnated as an animal/drink/ice cream flavour, what would it be?
Animal -  I'm sitting here looking at my daughter's 2 cats and my kitten and  this answer is easy - a domesticated, pampered house cat.  Drink -I don't drink alcohol - never developed a taste for it. I've tried beer, wine, whiskey etc - my standard response is - yuck. So I'm always the DD - designated driver. What I've noticed is that bars often are rude to non-drinkers. A glass of Diet Coke costs more than a beer. So I've taken to ordering a Diet Coke with a shot of rum on the side - it's cheaper!!! I give the shot away and drink the properly priced Diet Coke.

 Being too lazy to get up and take a photo of the can sitting next to me - I took this photo off the Coke site - Coke - consider it free advertising.
Ice Cream Flavour -  Well this one is a toughy. Everyone who knows me is going to guess I'm going to say chocolate. That'd be too easy. I'm caught between Coconut or Maple Walnut. The coconut I've only eaten once. It was when we were vacationing in the Cayman Islands. We discovered this tiny ice cream shop that had the most fabulous ice cream. But on the other hand - maple walnut is comfort food.  Maple Walnut it is!

What are your favourites?
 

More with Branwyn and Malack on WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup

Welcome to Erotic Notions and WIP It Up Wednesday. This snippet is a continuation from my erotic medieval romance - Black Dorn.
Set Up –(for those who haven't started at the beginning – Duna means instructor –  so Duna Trea is Branwyn's instructor. A Dune is one who is to be instructed. Branwyn is a Dune. Gon means King, Gon Dra means Heir to the Throne and lastly, tragor means duty.)

"Tell me where you come from? What is your land--your people—like?" Why did his deep voice make her heart beat faster? "My land is like Black Dorn but flat and not as beautiful. I have not seen so many rolling hills. Our languages are similar, but we each have words the other does not." He lay back and closed his eyes. "Such as?" "Gon. I believe it to mean king--one who rules all. Gon-Dra has no match in our language. The son of a king is a prince and the oldest is the heir to the throne, but he is not called by that title." He opened his eyes. "Are all the women from your land as beautiful as you?" Branwyn felt a flush run from her belly to her scalp. "My six cousins were not as…" She looked at the creek. Her voice softened. "Which is why I was sent to be trained." Malack sat up. He moved closer -- too close. "Standing beside you, even the most beautiful of cousins would be less so. Your green eyes are like the newly born spring--alive and full of hope. Your lips…there is a flower, a rose I believe, in the garden the same color. If your lips taste as wondrous as the smell of that flower…may I kiss those lips?" "You are the gon-dra. You take—" A frown crossed his forehead. "I do not ask as gon-dra. I ask as Malack. I wish to be granted the kiss." "I am sorry if I have offended you." She pressed her fingers on his forehead and smoothed his creased brow. "A kiss from you would—" He did not let her finish her sentence. He reached behind her neck and pulled her face to his. His lips parted. She felt his breath, then nothing. "Have you been kissed before?" She lowered her eyes. "When I was being…trained, he…" "Being instructed and being kissed are as different as the day is from night. One is about tragor and the other is passion, lust and possibly love."




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday

Spotlight on One Night in Madrid by J.D. Martins

City Nights: One Night in Madrid by JD Martins
Blurb:
Danny left Dublin for Madrid two years ago, but still scans the crowd in the Irish pubs for the face of someone from home. Though doubtful he'll ever recognise anybody, one evening he sees Aisling, a girl he'd known - or wished he'd known - at university. Beautiful but haughty, she'd always ignored Danny, and though he'd fantasised about making love to her, she'd never so much as smiled at him.
To his amazement, Aisling is extremely friendly when she meets him all these years later and away from home. She is still snobby and condescending, but Danny decides to make her night as enjoyable as he can, hoping for one last chance to impress her and make his teenage fantasies come true. As the sultry Madrid night progresses, mere lust grows into affection, and Danny begins to see her snobbery as something else entirely. Will Aisling see Danny as more than just a way to pass her night in Madrid?
Purchase links for all formats: http://tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Martins_JD/one-night-in-madrid.htm
Amazon US:http://amzn.to/15OOFtu
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/161xgxx
Amazon CA: http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00RY328RY
Amazon AU: http://www.amazon.com.au/gp/product/B00RY328RY
Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/508086?ref=cw1985
iBooks US: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/one-night-in-madrid/id955923487
iBooks UK: https://itunes.apple.com/gb/book/one-night-in-madrid/id955923487
Kobo: http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/one-night-in-madrid
Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/one-night-in-madrid-jd-martins/1121018278


Excerpt:
Draining the glass, Danny placed it on the bar, debating whether to have another pint, or stroll home and have a glass of wine while he prepared dinner. The plan wasjust one pint, but he needed to tell himself that twice; once when he went into the bar and again when he'd finished the drink.
And then he saw her.
She stood quite near, surrounded by a tight knot of people at the edge of the dance floor that had parted momentarily. She wore a cotton summer dress that showed the sweep of her shoulder blades and spine. The dress was floral, red with splashes of black and dark blue. She wore soft brown leather sandals that were almost invisible against her tanned feet. Her toenails were painted red but her fingernails were French polished. A silver or white-gold bracelet hung from her right wrist, and on her left she wore a silver wristwatch, which a discreet look later told him was a Patek Philippe. In her ears she had diamond stud earrings, and on the ring finger of her right hand was a silver ring with a blue stone he couldn't identify.
He didn't see her face straight away, yet something deep inside him said it had to be her.In college, he'd often stared at this girl's long blonde hair from a few seats behind in the lecture theatre, while far below them a maths professor droned on about matrices. He knew the shape of her head and neck, had observed her tie up that hair, amazed at the beauty of the fine, straight filaments, the way the strands slid like silk over one another, yet held as one tight rope. When she was an infant her mother had clearly decided ever cutting such hair would be a sin, and she’d concurred. She plaited it, put it in a ponytail, tied it up around a clip made of what seemed to Danny like a piece of wood and two chopsticks, or simply a spare pencil. Sometimes it splayed out across her shoulders like a cascade of spun gold. Now it was pulled up in a silver clasp, to reveal the nape of a long, fine neck, and soft-skinned shoulders.
Those shoulders had been bared before, in a hot September of their freshman year, and later, during the intense study month when the cherry blossoms bloomed and fell across the lawns of campus. Danny had fantasised about slipping off that shoulder strap, letting the silky string fall down along her arm, trailing his fingers along her collarbone and ribs and pushing aside the top to expose her breasts.
When she turned around in the bar and he saw her face, Danny instantly searched through his memory to match her visage, and see all six numbers of recognition. It came out a winner. She stared back at him, her brain no doubt doing the same. Although still early, and most—apart from the pre-marriage revellers—were only on their second or third drink, Danny thought she must have been fairly merry already, because as she recognised him she smiled.
She’d never smiled at him before—not in four years of college. Then again, they’d not interacted much. They'd never really talked, never attended the same classes after second year. He'd always told himself she’d never smiled at him because she didn’t know him. Once or twice, of course, she'd turned around, casually, and seen him. But she'd seen lots of others sitting behind her, too. The back rows of the lecture theatre were filled with Danny's friends, who'd varying levels of interest in her hair and the maths lecture; from zero to all-absorbed.
The chance to get to know her had never come around. She'd majored in chemistry, Danny in computer science. He had taken a chemistry class in second year, but she'd always seemed to sit on the opposite side of the theatre then. His gaze had often paused upon her face as he searched through those assembled in a lecture the way he did through the throng of a bar.
She was stunning. Her frame was that of someone who was fit without effort. A swimmer or a gymnast at some point, she had a fine body, breasts the way Hemingway described, wide womanly hips and a behind that eyes or hands could never tire of. She had crystal blue eyes like deep Antarctic ice, and a button nose. Her mouth was perfect. Her teeth had had money spent on them, but her lips were natural; she had a dazzling smile. But before that moment in a Madrid bar, Danny had only received the coldness of those glacial eyes.


Bio:
JD Martins has been called Spanish, Mexican, Chinese, Philippine and English and Australian. He is none of these.
He's lived in four cities in three countries on two continents, but he doesn't feel like he's travelled very much. His life in each city was rather mundane and he didn't get out much - tending to move his pen more than his body.
He still aspires to see much more of the world - probably when his wife becomes rich enough to let him retire from day jobs.
He would like to live like Ernest Hemmingway: periodically sending novel manuscripts to his publisher from various far-flung corners of the world, though he's not sure the quality will be quite the same. Until then, he has contented himself with living like Robert Graves - in a pleasant part of Spain with a quiet life - and being able to do some things that Hemmingway did - trout fishing in Spain, game hunting in Africa, watching bullfights and running with the bulls, - and a few that he did not get to do - surfing, skydiving, bungee jumping, and getting erotic stories published.
links: http://www.tirgearrpublishing.com/authors/Martins_JD/index.htm
https://www.facebook.com/JDMartinsauthor
Google+ https://plus.google.com/u/0/113993899494442135197/about/p/pub
email: jdmartinsauthor@gmail.com




What's happening in the rest of the month on Erotic Notions25 - WIP It Up Wednesday #Wipitup 26 – Idle Thoughts27 – Book Boyfriend Cafe28 – A Little Sex on Saturday 

Spotlight on Charlot Howard's The Final Straight

The Final Straight by Charlotte Howard (@shy_tiger)

Blurb:
April Miller works for her best friend, Max Knight on his livery and competition yard. Their friendship has withstood many turbulent times, and while April is deeply in love with Max, she is also aware of his womanising ways and has refused to succumb to his flirtatious charms. When her ex, AJ, suddenly comes back with a business proposal, April finds herself torn between the two men.
Buy Links:
Kindle US: http://amzn.to/1Es09CcKindle UK: http://amzn.to/1Dk0h2I Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/514851?ref=cw1985
Coming soon to all other eBook retailers.
Excerpt:
“You up there?” she called. The thud of footsteps grew louder as she made her way up the stairs. It wasn’t long before she was in the doorway, hands on hips, surrounded by a halo of curls the same colour as her temper.The dog had followed and was panting by her leg. April batted her away, and Max rolled his eyes at the anger and frustration that exuded from her every pore, turning his back on her and dropping the towel.“What the hell, Max?” she exclaimed, but it wasn’t because of his nudity. She’d seen him naked more times than any other woman. He stepped into a pair of tight boxer shorts and turned around, preparing himself for the grief he had been hoping to avoid. “What have I done now?” he asked, walking towards the wardrobe and pulling out a pair of dark, shredded jeans.“What’s the point? Do you even remember her name?”He didn’t answer. She wasn’t expecting him to; she never did. Fastening the button on his waistband, he went to the chest of drawers and took out a clean T-shirt. “Well, I’ll tell you what her name was,” April said, walking into the room. “Mellie Banks. Ring a bell?”Max shrugged.“It should,” she snapped. “Her father has three horses on this yard, or did until he turned up this morning and took them off.”He moved behind her and started to massage at the knot of tension that had built at the base of her neck.“Don’t try to appease me, Max,” she said, but he could tell that her anger was waning. He continued to press into her muscles, letting his thumbs make small circles either side of her spine. Bending his head to the curve of her shoulder, he placed his forehead on the sleeve of her polo T-shirt and took a deep breath, inhaling the dusty scent of straw and shavings.“I’m sorry,” he murmured into her back. She shrugged out of his touch and turned to face him. “You’re hopeless,” she sighed. The corners of her lips flickered into the smallest of smiles.“We could just hide in bed all day,” he said, taking her hands and tugging her forwards. “Forget about Mellie Banks. Forget about the yard…” “And who’s going to pay my bills when this place falls on its arse?”The edge of the mattress connected with his knees and he fell backwards, pulling her with him. “You know I’ll always take care of you.” She landed on top of him, inches away from his face. He lifted a hand and tucked a stray red curl behind her ear. With a frustrated groan, she rolled off of him and lay on her side.“As much as I would like to be the next notch on your bedpost, we have a business to run.” She shoved herself up. He watched as she straightened her clothes and ran her fingers through her hair.“Anyway,” she said, glancing over her shoulder. “I’m not your type. I have a brain.” She flashed him a smile before bending down to pick up the towel and tossing it in his direction. “Ouch.” He feigned a hurt expression before getting up to follow her. Bracken panted around his ankles.“I’ll make you a coffee, and then if you need me I’ll be saving your business.”
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Arianne discusses the encounter with billionaire Derek Davenport on Weekend Writing Warriors #8Sunday

This week my 8 sentence snippet for Weekend Writing Warriors is from my erotic contemporary – A Kept Woman. Scene Set up –Arianne discusses their encounter from her point of view. She's speaking first.

“This isn’t a control issue. My job is to please you and I did. You race in, do me and go. So I figured I’d give you a quick blow job and let you get back to your life. What does it matter? You don’t want passion or romance just a quick fuck. Get your balls off and go.” Derek flinched like he’d received a sharp slap across the face.

Blurb – A Kept Woman – Daryl Devore -Erotic Contemporary Heat – 5 hot peppers
Desperately unemployed, Arianne, answers an ad that reads Woman Wanted. With miniscule hours and excellent pay, she accepts the position of courtesan to Derek, a handsomely dashing man, whom she discovers is a billionaire. Engaging in a game of cat and mouse, will they drive each other crazy…or will they fall in love first?
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What people are saying about A Kept Woman.5 Stars - Her style of writing is multi-layered, making this book plot and character-driven.
5 Stars - Arianne and Derek aren't predictable protagonists. They always have a surprise up their sleeves until the end.
5 Stars - A Good as Fifty Shades!
5 Stars - Need to get hot and steamy. Read this book. Another one my husband didn't mind me buying.
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