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April 12, 2013
Sinners & Saints: A White Hat Ain't Gonna Get The Job Done (Ladies Take The Stage)
Sinners & Saints:
A White Hat Ain't Gonna Get The Job Done
(Ladies Take The Stage)
When you think of a hero, what do you see in your mind’s eye?
Man with white cowboy hat on a white horse, coming across the horizon?
Or, that certain fella in blue with the big S on his chest?
Well, as the subtitle to this blog goes; a white hat ain’t gonna get the job done.
As a writer, it would be so easy to make every man a standard lead. Of course, he’d be Man of Steel or Man Of Green. His chiseled muscles and perfect persona would get the readers all dewy-eyed with admiration.
Similarly, creating a Snidely Whiplash character who snickers with a handle-bar moustache, while watching the locomotive moving towards the tied damsel on the tracks; can be simple.
Yet, as a writer, simple can be vanilla.
And, I’ve always been partial to mint chocolate chip. (Oh, yeah!!)
A hero might not have that courage and confidence, which is seen at first. In actuality, a barely visible streak of yellow peppers a trail down his back.
Oh, yes - I said it. The hero can be the coward.
"You cannot be a hero without being a coward." - George Bernard Shaw
For, without the world calling on him to save them, where would his place truly be?
I know what you're probably thinking as you read this - yet, just read a bit further.
For a moment take a step back and just think about this - If man is made of flesh and blood, what would make you think he does not bleed?
A fearless hero to me, is a myth. A robot, yes. A man, no.
Well, now, this is where my fun truly starts.
Oh, and by the way, the hero does not have to have a dangling participle between it's thighs to solidify the image of what courage is. A woman can be just as heroic as any man could be.
She just has a different set of skills to get the task at hand done.
Her arsenal doesn't have to have a howitzer, flame-thrower or anvil up a silk sleeves.
From the literary realm, there are a duo of female characters which fit the mold of which I am referring to. The Hunger Games’ Katniss Everdeen and Nancy Drew can handle themselves in any situation.
Of course, you can even look to Agatha Christie's refined sleuth, Miss Marple. Wit and wisdom didn't need an Uzi in that character's satchel.
It doesn’t take firepower to get the jump on the villains. But, for a hero that is a woman – just takes some craftiness.
Going into a sticky area, I’m going to be blunt and put it out in the open: Women are stronger than men!!
(whew, I said it and stand by it)
And, I don't just mean she's an intelligent woman. But, more important to me as a writer and as a reader, the heroine has to have grit and the scars from living. Scars seen and unseen are the most intriguing element to my characters, especially my female ones.
My heroines have to have enough wit and charm to catch the eye of the hero or male character. But, these ladies sure as hell better have the stamina to make it through the storms of scenarios and storylines that I have to unfold on the pages of my novels.
I mean, who wants a whiny, wimpy woman, who crumbles at the first rough wind of conflict. She's gotta be a fighter, even in pink stilettos and cotton candy lace lingerie.
"Part of the joy of dancing is conversation. Trouble is, some men can't talk and dance at the same time". - Ginger Rogers
High heels are a diversion that many may overlook or minimize for a woman to survive from point A to point B. In some cases, stilettos are the finest point of saving one's life above all else.
Writing a woman who becomes a hero is a more layered process. The character just doesn’t pick up a gun in one scene and suddenly becomes a sniper. A woman has a different power on another level, than a man.
Now, I’ve found placing a woman in danger would be such a false cliché for getting the attention of the reader.
But, if you can show a transformation of the female character living with the choices she makes and the results of them; then the reader will absorb the essence of the book.
It's more important to me as a writer and as a reader, that the heroine has to have grit and the scars from living.
Scars seen and unseen are the most intriguing element to my characters, especially my female ones.
My heroines have to have enough wit and charm to catch the eye of the hero or male character. But, these ladies sure as hell better have the stamina to make it through the storms of scenarios and storylines that I have to unfold on the pages of my novels.
Angela Chase is the main character in my novel, “Over My Head”. I think I could have given this heiress a fancy wardrobe and a nice car and left it at that.
She would be a polite hostess with a home on the hill and the wife of propriety in her social circle.
But, I’m not that lazy.
The metamorphosis from a wife who uncovers a secret of her husband, Lawrence, to thinking she’s in charge of events beyond her control, is what makes Angela a hero.
Angela Chase seems to have the world on a string. Yet, is it a silk strand of pearls or a tightrope of tragedy?
A single action Angela Chase takes in one segment of “Over My Head”, leads to unseen consequences.
OVER MY HEAD EXCERPT -
Snaking himself behind her, Nick Bell whispered into Angie Chase's ear, "Your husband is one unlucky son of a bitch", bringing Larry's name into the mix, "What makes you think he's going to pay back that amount", knowing that kind of money was far from that accountant's grasp, he focused on the heiress of the Carter Manufacturing fortune, "Without his wifey's help?"
"Help? You call this help?", seeing nothing positive in that description of what Bell was implying in hearing about a sexual encounter happening between them.
"Look at it, Angie", Bell smiled at her, "You are his ace in the hole", seeing just how determined this wife was to her husband's cause, while adding, "And, he doesn't even know it yet".
Turning doorknob without wishing to stay in that location with Bell any longer, Chase became resolute in her actions, "I'm leaving".
"Not yet", situated behind her, Nicholas held door closed with hand on it, "I have something to tell you".
"Let me out of here", Angela's hand twisted the knob, looking for exit from Nick's office in the Eight Ball.
"Listen to me, Angela", his voice fell to a tone of gentle coaxing, "If you walk out of that door", licking tongue against teeth in a loud flicker, "Then your husband will have to pay up", calmly laying out the consequences of leaving his office without thinking over an offer, "Sooner, rather than later", motioning hand away from that door in a quick movement, Nick wouldn't be keeping her any longer, if she wished to go right then.
Longing for this conversation to get back on the track of repaying a debt and not what Bell wished it to become in future moments, Angela uttered, "Nick, the money can be in your hands under 48 hours".
Nick turned his back to Angela and walked back to his desk without pressuring her, "Oh, don't I know it", resting himself on that desk edge, Bell played coy, "Angela, daddy's money won't satisfy me", taking in a deep whiff of light fragrance in that once stale office air, she was in his sights, "But, you can".
Slowly facing him, Angela tried to use a little charm of her own, "Nick, I'm begging you", attempting to reject this unpleasant request, "Don't do this".
"Do what, huh?", slyly snickering, Nick feigned ignorance over her objections, "I'm giving you a compromise", placing that reality of a spouse's debt into the open, "Your flesh for Larry's".
Lawrence Chase may have been imperfect. But, what Nicholas Bell was suggesting Angela Carter Chase do to pay off that debt, became an alien insurrection of internal conflicts, "I can't do this to my husband".
Looking at Angela, it was obvious that this young wife had no idea of how reckless her husband had actually been in gambling, "Do you honestly think Larry gives a damn about how this would affect your marriage", releasing a laugh from those lips to her, "He kept coming back for more and more", eyes of a churning sea started to squint at this brown haired heiress, while putting an offer of desire in focus, "Even when he knew he had the losing hands".
"He just had a bad streak, that's all", always trying to paper over the stench of Larry's mistakes, Angie stood up for the man who had her hand and heart.
Nick folded arms, as he sat on that desk edge, "How many times has dear Lawrence needed you to come to bail him out, huh?" understanding the benefits that Chase had in marrying Arthur Carter's little girl and all of the access to accounts that came with it.
Armor of protecting marital status and parental ties to her, Angela Carter Chase took umbrage, "That's none of your business".
"You know something", Nick nodded in agreement to Angie's utterance, "You're right. It is none of my business what you did in the past with your husband and his debts", upright and walking to face her, he rubbed thumb and index finger of right hand together, "But, this 250 is the here and now", slight irritation over this woman's reaction began taking a toll, as he proceeded, "And, I'm going to collect", blue eyes imagining how good it would be to be with her, he gazed Angela up and down.
"Not that way", flickers of shame caused Angie to turn away from this penetrating male's gaze, as she stood with back to him. Sense of unease began to encapsulate her.
Nicholas Bell could convey bright rainbows when the cause called for it. Then again, darkness remained an acquaintance of ascendancy's survival.
"Angela, I can assure you that this won't be a few bruises to his ego", hovering behind her, "For what he owes me", telling this wife about the probabilities of a husband's future health or lack thereof, Nicholas Bell went straight to the point, "Well, that hourglass may crack at any moment".
Angela's frame turned to look at this man who held her Lawrence's well being in his hands, "Before I say anything more", caution flowed from those glossed lips, "I need assurances from you, Nicholas".
"You needn't worry", relieved in her warming to what he wished to happen in future days, Nick gave a pleasurable smile to Angela, "The man with the moon face will remain in tact", letting Mrs. Chase know exactly what was expected of her in regards to being bedded by Bell, "As long as we understand what is required from us both".
Negotiation over a spouse's debt came down to a sole sentence from a wife's lips, as Angela replied to a salivating Nicholas Bell, "My answer is affirmative".
"You will receive all the information and particulars on this matter, within the next five days", Nick was filled with satisfaction, as he walked his voluptuous visitor to that closed door. Opening it, he beamed at her, "Take care of yourself, Angela".
As Chase's body made it's way out of that office, Angela feared gazing back at the man who'd just transformed a sunny afternoon into a hurricane of oncoming devastation, "As do you, Nicholas".
Gennaro Esposito was perched on a bar stool outside of Nick's office, as she passed by him. Angela could sense that this male of tanned hue knew exactly what was offered and accepted within Nicholas Bell's office.
Wife of Lawrence Chase exited the Eight Ball within brief seconds. Ironically, positioned behind that mythical ball of eight had been Larry's place for most of his life. Yet, the person who would reside in that orb's sights was now Angie. what Angela thought would be so simple, became a complication that would change her life forever....
- END OF OVER MY HEAD EXCERPT
“OVER MY HEAD” DESCRIPTION
Debt leads to desire. Desire leads to danger. Danger leads to a dormant disguise. Disguises dissolve and devotion's claw rips through society's satiny facade.
Lies and secrets are like molecules of fat. They always rise to the surface.
Lawrence Chase owed a debt. His wife, Angela, decides to take a gamble of her own, which leads to places that unseen consequences roam. What begins as a bargain of assisting a spouse with a problem, takes a woman down a rocky road of self reflection, desire and unraveling a secret from the past.
Man of varied lies and devilish alibis has snaked his way into the lives of this couple. Before either knows it, they are submerged in something beyond their control. For what was a frivolous flirtation, became a shower of a heart's hidden obsession onto a floor of doom's dance.
A wife. A husband. A lover.
Sex. Money. Power. Lies. Obsession. Murder.
No one gets out of this life without paying a price.
Devotion came in a single kiss.
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April 10, 2013
"Venus Flytrap" - A Sweet Sprouting by A.H. Scott
VENUS FLYTRAP
Vanessa and Paul worked at the Garden of Eden Nursery
She worked roses
He worked trees
After the workday, they really got down
His place, her place
It didn't matter much
Because, each burned with every touch
This night Vanessa made it home before Paul finished up
When he knocked and twisted her doorknob, it opened with a breeze
She knew his eyes would be pleased
Her dark mane of black hair kissed her shoulders, as she stood with a smile
Betwixt Vanessa's thighs was a few wisps of curls
He unbuttoned his shirt and got down to work
But, Vanessa took the lead and gathered his rod
Grasping his oak in hand, Vanessa's blue eyes gazed up at this man
Paul sputtered a few words to no one's surprise
As the tip of Vanessa's tongue made his tree's tip soon make a rise
Paul was a sturdy sequoia that Vanessa's pouting leaves took in and out ever softly
Soft mouth and teeth worked this hardening meat
Vanessa loved the way Paul could plant a stake within her deep
Paul's limb became quite stout, as it furiously went in and out
Vanessa's thighs were glistening with sweat
Oh, just how good could this lusty interaction get?
Luscious legs wrapped around broad back
Almost like vines encasing a marble column
Venus flytrap held lover tightly inside
Tree of temptation continued the divine slide
Gliding up and down on him, Vanessa smiled
Paul's mojo was racing an Acqueduct mile
Flytrap released buzzing bee from its' clutches
Thank heaven's that Paul's third limb wasn't in need of crutches
Reclining onto the sofa, Paul called Vanessa over, "You are my rose, dear Nessa".
She hummed a few bars from The Time's "Oak Tree"....;)
- A.H. Scott
4/10/13
March 18, 2013
Never Leave 'Em Hangin' - "Over My Head" First Book Review
***FOUR STAR REVIEW*** (the first review of my book - "Over My Head". Wow!!!)
Reviewed by: Aphrodite Vixen at Reviewing Vixens
Review: Prepare to go on a rollercoaster ride!! This is a page turner that keeps you guessing. I experienced lust, anger, rage, sadness, and happiness all in one book........(READ THE ENTIRE REVIEW AT REVIEWING VIXENS)
"Over My Head" - REVIEWING VIXENS REVIEW
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.....Angie's assertiveness was a turn on for Nick, to a point. Angela Chase had reached her limit with him, although she didn't know it.
Nick Bell held a secret that he didn't tell her before she entered his lair. This captivated male wanted others to experience the passion awakened from within her. The door had been left ajar for Angela's performance with him to be viewed by Iris Mendoza and Gennaro Esposito.
As she pulled his shirt open, two buttons popped off and rolled under Nick's desk. Her hunger for him was heading to full tilt. Engulfing this beauty in his arms, Nick winked over her shoulder at two audience members for Angela's finest performance. He knew this evening would be one to be locked in memory banks of all.
Moist kisses of multiplicity continued, as Nick let out a seductive whisper into Angie's ear, "I want your lips on my meat".
In a feminine flurry of action, Angie's hands worked those pants off of him and Nick's cock was a fitting morsel for her appetite. Those inches filled her mouth, as he began a stream of raunchy words, "Yeah, baby. You suck that cock with everything you've got. Take it all in. I want every inch to fill that mouth. That's it, Angie. Deeper, baby", holding both hands on Angela's head, moving it back and forth on him. Waves of brown hair were intertwined between those strong fingers of his.
Getting harder with every passing second, he pulled this swan upward and a stream of saliva passed from his lips to hers, "Oh, Angie. This is going to be so good".
Ablaze with heated desire, Angela Chase gave Nicholas Bell fair warning of what she expected, "It's going to be far better than just good, Nick".
As if Angela's remarks were a sign of all he'd ever needed to go farther with her then they'd gone before, Nick was ready to climb onto a higher plateau, "Sit down in the chair, Angie, And, spread those delicious legs, nice and wide for me", knowing the chair's location had it's back to that slightly open door, "I'm going to bury my face. And my cock".
Feral essence took over him, as Nick gazed down at this willing female and ripped those red panties off her. Legs motioning skyward in that chair, Angela wanted to fly to amazing heights with Bell.
Labia licked and clit sucked, caused Angie to let out a constant moan of joy, "Oh, Nick, it feels like heaven. Your tongue is so divine".
Those red shoes of hers were like the mythical red balloon, flying higher and higher in that office's atmosphere. Nick's mouth gave Angie the attention she hadn't received in several lonely nights. As he ate her out, Angela let out a low squeal of carnal ratification.
Rising from off his knees, Nick stood above this seated female and smiled downward, with a finger motioning to her, "Come here, Angela".
As she rose, their mouths locked and his tongue gingerly licked against her sweaty neck. With that action, he gazed over with a smile at Iris and Espo.
Angie unhooked red bra with a dangling left hand, as she made a growling request, "I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me, Nick".
"Don't fret, my pet. You'll get what you ask for from yours truly" ,Bell picked up this naked woman and propped her onto the edge of that desk. With Angie's back to Nick, he pressed inside of those sweet lower lips.
Lack of satisfaction with Angie's positioning on that desk's edge, Nick snarled, "Fuck this, sugar. I want you on that couch".
"Ooh, the boy needs space", fingers clung to the desktop tightly, as she motioned from side to side.
Snapping back with blissful yearning, "Almost as much as the hole between your thighs, Angie", taking her by the hand, to a small red couch almost fifteen feet from that desk.
Bare ass being smacked to a reddened blush, Angie's fingernails clawed the couch's headrest. Rivers of sweat and audible notes of ecstasy swirled around them, while cock and pussy melded together. He grunted to her in a deep voice, "I want you to sit on my cock, right now".
Taking him and out of that dripping slit, Angela began to place those manicured hands against a wallpapered wall behind that couch, "Oh, I'm ready for that ride, Nick".
Turning Angie's sweaty body around to face him, Nick kissed her and she pushed him onto that red piece of furniture. As he sat there with legs wide and a stiff cock in right hand, Nick gave her a commanding smirk, "Get down here, now".
Viewing that solidified piece of flesh, Angela pulled tongue across her lips with a purring pant, "Is that all for little 'ol me, Nick?"
Chuckling over this female's penchant for being quite playful in the presence of a concrete cock, Nick made a suggestion of his own, "Sit on it and you'll find out, Angie".
Descending onto his cock, she began to slide up and down slowly. Feeling those inches inside of that accepting pussy, Angela moved a bit faster. Released from the shackles of repression, she tossed brown waves back and proceeded to grind on Nick's steady drill.
With Angie bouncing up and down on him, those hands squeezed that soft ass. Those blue eyes were affixed on his cock and balls becoming a singular entity with a slim stretch of snatch. Moderately scratching nails against his chest, her fingers gently rolled through a few follicles.
In their mutual frenzy of exploration's animation of this moment, Nick placed a finger into Angie's unsuspecting orifice.
"Ooh, you wicked boy", surprised at this sensation of a man's finger in her ass, Angela's body almost became still with Nick.
Trying to continue the momentum of lust between him and her, Nick whispered, "Maybe next time".
"What makes you think I'll let you, Nick?", slightly regressing into that woman he'd had in a motel room, and Angela quizzed him.
"Another hole, another time", speaking as a wishful explorer of erotic adventures, Bell smiled at her.
"It might be a new experience", dropping a little hint of further endeavors Nick would think of partaking in.
"For the both of us?", thinking about the level of varied partners Nick had before her, Angela relaxed and began to giggle, "Or, just me".
"Would you like to take that journey?", as a woman was positioned on his cock, Nick made Angela an offer that could be filled with many possibilities.
Lightning bolt flashed a specific name and prior action of Nicholas Bell, as Angela Chase tensed up, "Did you take Darlene?"
"Angela, you're sitting here, riding my cock", stroking hands against her hips, Nick tried to turn the conversation back to the two of them, "And, you bring up that name".
"Oh, come on, Nick", pussy began grinding against cock once more, "If I can chew gum and walk", girlish giggle escaped lips, "I definitely can ride you and talk" ,Angela coyly cooed, thinking about the lady with many a piercing, "So, she lets you do anything, Nick?"
Intuitively, Nick's invisible rating of those diverse women came into his view, "Don't compare a porterhouse and ground chuck, lady", clapping palms against her juicy ass.
Roar of the grizzly revivified, with his light as a lily Lorelei in clasping paws of mauling gusto. Angela was the pleasing maiden that brought delight to Nick, as he strived to harness her.
"And, which am I?", fit figure slid up and down a warm pipe of passion, as Angie's plush pussy flourished with every movement.
Like a vision of a phoenix, Angela Chase was in full flight of feverish fulfillment. The ashes of yearning's hollow chasm were whisked away with every plowing of Nick's dick inside of her.
"An unblemished gem, who should only be bathed in diamonds", using his thighs as anchor to this sexy schooner on an orgasmic ocean, Nick's flattery conveyed the infatuation he'd had with her since they'd met.
Angie's hands playfully began to mess up that slicked back hair of his, as a quartet of kisses were planted on both cheeks, forehead and lips, "You fill me up just right, Nicholas".
Transformed from dashing and debonair, Bell became an image of an amused puppy with flyaway follicles, "Now, that's what keeps a smile on this man's face", tempted by every touch Angela granted to him.
Reaching arms behind back, Angie took his hands from around her ass. Nick planted them onto those swiveling hips, as she laughed a question of feathery intent, "And, I make you happy, baby?"
Bell compressed those tits, as his body sprung up and down with hers, "So, happy, I'm about to pop my load all over you, Angie".
Changing positions on that couch, Nick continued to drill that sizzling hole of Angela's. She moaned with every insertion of his cock, "Do it, baby".
Holding her soft shoulders firmly down onto that red sofa with both hands, Nick's face dripped perspiration on those jiggling breasts, "You want me to come in your mouth, Angie?"
Taking Nick in and out, Angie's audacity came into full focus, "Do you want to shoot it into my mouth, Nicky?", tongue wagged and laughter prevailed, as that rigid rod furiously tunneled into her.
"Angie, you're so nasty", tittering with ecstasy over Angela's reaction to being with him, Nicholas heaved flesh to and fro.
"Not as nasty as Darlene, huh?", Chase thought about Darlene Morrissey being on the low end of that totem pole of women in Nick's life.
Concentrating completely on the woman that laid on this red sofa beneath him, Nick smirked, "The only piercing this hot body of yours is getting", panting and grinding into Angie, "Is my cock in that slot".
Iris and Espo muttered lightly to one another in that slightly opened doorway, as they watched Nick spreading her wider and Angie accepting such a deep drilling by a man's cock.
"Happiness is a warm pussy", a tiny overhead light glistened on Iris' baldhead, as he whispered.
Espo's eyes consumed every pore of Angela's being and took a deep breath, "And, she is on fire".
Tight lips parted slowly, "Oh, yeah", Mendoza thought back to the moments he'd privately spent with her at The Cat's Paw, wishing she could have been his that prior night.
Beads of sweat started forming on Gennaro Esposito's top lip, "Put her out of her misery, Nick", watching Angie writhe in lust's lake with Bell's savage fucking taking her to that unseen plateau.
Arousal's simmering overtook this silent pair, situated at that open office door.
Nick withdrew from Angie, as a trail of his essence flowed onto her 38C sized breasts. Joyfully sighing and wiping her index finger against that liquid, Angela sucked its contents with a giggle, "Am I nasty enough for you, Nick?"
Nick tingled all over, as he looked down at the image of this wanton woman sucking his fluid off her finger, "I wonder what your father would say. Little Angie Carter Chase, splattered with cooze in Nick Bell's office. How inappropriate, huh?"
"Inappropriate?", Angela pulled that sweaty and wet body upward, as her tongue tip touched Nick's still throbbing cock, "What he don't know, won't hurt him. Right, Nick?"
"I'm not telling a single soul. What went on in here stays between the occupants of this office", sudden surge of energy filled Nick, as he lifted Angie upward. Warm mouth pecked slim shoulders and fingers raced down her moistened back, as he slyly winked over to a captivated Iris and Espo.
Nicholas Bell completed conquest of Angela Chase that evening. His cock opened up her flesh and soul, as no man before him ever could. In that office, she became almost as untamed as he was.
Archie Hamilton could see illumination coming from that location, as he made his way around the corner and down that hallway. He saw two motionless beings standing outside of Nick's office.
Before returning to handle some customers who'd just been seated in the dining area, Archie heard Angela's high pitched voice and was almost caught listening by Iris and Espo. Slowly, as their heads turned make a retreat from Nick's naughty hideaway with Angela, part time manager of Tulip got away from there quickly.
It was Archie watching Iris and Espo. While Iris and Espo watched that occupied pair.
These were the three rings of seduction in the back office of Tulip that night.
Iris pulled the office door almost closed, leaving Angela unaware of Nick's secret of seduction. He and Espo left Tulip through the kitchen exit.
As for Tulip's owner, he and his guest for that sizzling encounter dressed, primped and returned to life's lane of normalcy.
Angela Chase got home a little after 10:30. Entering the master bedroom, a familiar sight greeted her. Lawrence Chase was in dreamland. And, in some ways, so was his wife.
The fantasy, which Nicholas Bell lavished upon her, gave Angela a sense of feminine worth. His hands, lips, arms and stiff cock, could never be fashioned as a nightmare to this desperately lonely woman.
In reality, it was one of his own long-standing desires to bed this heiress for many a year. Nick getting inside of Arthur Carter's daughter became a coup for this social climbing man of meager means. Having Iris and Espo salivate over watching him fuck her, was Bell's ultimate thrill of conquering this willing female.
This was something, which Angela would never know, as Nicholas' whispers filled her ears with the words she forever wanted to hear......
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A.H. Scott is also author of another novel, titled "Rack Em" and other tales of love, suspense, mystery and desire.
"Rack Em" is a contemporary, romantic thriller set in the arena of international auctions of the exotic and erotic. From a simple action in 1758 France, Manon was a woman who sacrificed her glittering bobbles to get a lover out of prison. Seems like something so innocuous to lead to a modern day mystery. Yet, her name was Manon Balletti. And, the man who held her heart was known more famously by his last name - Casanova. A.H. Scott sets the game of life on edge in the pages of "Rack Em". Purchase A.H. Scott's "Rack Em" from my publisher, Eirelander Publishing, AllRomance Ebooks, Bookstrand and CoffeeTime Romance Bookstore.
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.......strap in and let imagination take flight......
March 6, 2013
January 30, 2013
DANGEROUS NIGHTS & DESIRES TAKE FLIGHT - "RACK EM"
Never had danger touched his life before. But, mystery landed on this antique dealer's doorstep with the upcoming auction of some fabled objects of romance.
Rack desire. Rack adventure. Rack your nerves. "Rack Em".........
Arlington Cross selected an apt tune for the evening's premiere performance. Album on turntable, he placed silver arm and needle into its minute groove.
Frank Sinatra's tempered tone and Nelson Riddle's orchestration gave breath to this maudlin sliver of wax from 1958. Seven tiered diamonds next to Sinatra's face of Pagliacci regret, gave any person lucky enough to hear these fourteen tracks a twisted heartstring. First movement began to fill this Vancouver bedroom with "Frank Sinatra Sings for Only the Lonely.”
Concept albums of varied artists were just another chic sprinkle of diamond dust atop the world of collectible's dealer Arlington Cross. Trinket treasures being sold onto the Canadian and international markets nicely twinned to glistening gems of melodious magic.
Sounds of Sinatra's soul wrapped around Arlington Cross, as a memory of Pao Tse-Ling's lips reminded him of a sunny day in May. Even standing in his bedroom on a warm August night, she was a special being that brought a moment of bliss to Arlington.
Motioning around to face his guest, he was greeted with a wonderful sight, "Oh, my.”
Pao Tse-Ling's emerald dress floated downward, as manicured fingernails unzipped it. Bra and panties of sea-foam hue, gave that silky skin the wrapping of a jade treasure.
Slowly making his way towards her, Cross’s hands waved against delicate shoulders, "Behold, a gem in my lair.”
"One which cannot wait for a humble jeweler's stamp of certification,” Head stretched upward in a kiss to this wounded man, Tse-Ling whispered, "An inspection by you, would be more than suitable,” Using a bit more strength than usual, Pao pushed him into a seated position, "You just let me handle you, Mr. Cross.”
Thrill of making love to Ling, vanished in an instant of throbbing discomfort within bruised flesh, "But, Pao, I'm not,” Arlington began to think about his ability to satisfy this woman on a Vancouver summer night.
"Cross, you're a man in need of healing. Let me tend to you, tonight,” Handling him with care, she ran fingers through his mixed hair and calmly remarked, "I can't make the bruises go away,” Circling thumbs lightly on Arlington's forehead, "But, I'll try to minimize the pain.”
Becoming more relaxed with every rounding of a thumb on forehead, Cross chuckled ever so slightly, "Hmm. And, how are you going to do that, m'lady?"
Reaching down and unbuttoning his shirt, she slowly revealed that right shoulder into the light. Mixed colors of red and bluish green took up a space of about the size of two American half dollars. Brown eyes viewed this unpleasant sight of soreness, as a slight silence overtook her. Pao's cape of charm returned to full flourish within seconds.
"Like this,” Light pink lips tapped along the periphery of that shoulder, making a final touch with tongue tip at its bull's-eye, "This also, kind lord,” Mouth moved from shoulder to side of neck, as a trio of smooches met their target of Tse-Ling’s desire, "I want you to lay down for me, Arlington.”
Being tended to with such gentleness, Cross couldn't resist a little needling of this beauty in his midst, "It's nice to hear the pearl wants to take control of this night's situation.”
Cross couldn't resist a little needling of this beauty in his midst, as he never had been tended to before with such gentleness "It's nice to hear the pearl wanting to take control of this night's situation.”
"It's not for my need, Mr. Cross.” Without a doubt aroused by him, Pao Tse-Ling had another reason to get this man onto a bed. "It's for the benefit of you.” Watching him laying flat on that bed, the explanation became clearer, "To relax your muscles.” Taking his shoes off and placing them under the bed, as he laid on powder blue sheets.
Laying there in black pants and socks alone, Arlington's stomach revealed a bruise the size of a Bosc pear, a quarter of an inch from his navel, "You could relax the knottiest enigma known to man, Pao.”
Bending her body over him, Ling licked that fruit shaped sore spot on Cross’s flesh, "Every knot can be untangled,” Starting to unbuckle his belt, pleasure would be theirs for the night, "Just relax and let me show you just how gentle I can be.”
Small hands worked zipper and charmed a cock out of white boxers. Pants off and boxers tossed onto a chair in the corner left Cross wearing socks alone. Each exhale of his awakening cock in her mouth, gave Pao a power over Arlington. He grasped comforter with childish glee and howled, "That's so good.”
"I hope so, Arlington,” Continual sucking of cock and caring for those balls, she knew he was ready for the next stage of healing. Taking bra off in a quick unhooking, Pao's palms rubbed against her breasts. With every motion over those nipples, they came to attention for her.
In this army of arousal, all of this woman's arsenal would be used for conquering him. Light green panties were twirled around left index finger and flicked onto the chair that held his boxers. Pao's flesh soaked in the light and a man's gaze of desire.
Mounting him lightly, she wiggled about on that suddenly throbbing piece of meat. His cock became consumed beneath a warm slot of sweet essence. Feathery fantasy atop of him, took Arlington to a place he'd thought was beyond his clasp. Tse-Ling's cooing and supple snarling added to this duo's titillation.
Playfully nibbling on his left ear caused a rigid cock to bang her pussy even harder. It was just the effect she desired most. Pao's pinky nails began to dig into her mate's sides, getting another reaction of heightened excitement from him.
Arlington Cross could feel a river building inside of himself, as its rapids raced to culmination. Pao Tse-Ling didn't wish to wait any longer for him to ejaculate. A trick of tawdry wares appeared in her actions with him.
Back arched slightly backward, those painted nails reached behind her bare ass and firmly squeezed those spongy sapphires of manhood. Cross moaned in a stew of ecstasy and minute agony. As Pao silently counted the number of ten, his balls were freed from a clinging grasp of fingers.
He was almost there. Yet, the moment was incomplete. She would make it happen, one way or another.
Cock cramming into dripping pussy several more times over those following moments, caused both to howl in lustful joy. Tse-Ling's expansive membrane of pleasure moved back and forth with him inside of her.
Light as air, Pao moved off of him and knelt on the edge of that bed. Waiting for him to explode, pink lips opened and closed slowly.
He came. And, she was the recipient of his life-stream against her quivering bottom lip. Kneeling there, Pao was a masterpiece of sensuality.
Arlington's sore flesh had been blunted by a turbulent fuck in that apartment. Tse-Ling's care was just what Cross needed.
Ancient secrets and techniques that Pao Tse-Ling used on many partners came from several memorized pillow books that she reenacted.
Papyrus to rice paper, and parchment to gold leaf, those tender fingers handled many a journal of decadence. Demure eyes of dark brown widened with every fluttering of a delicate lash, while consuming those varied expressions of imagery.
Aspects from Asia, invoked a special place in Pao's mesmerized mind and prickling pussy.
Becoming an aficionado of Shibari and Shunga didn't hurt the image of a world wise woman of countless coital compasses.
Ropes could bind flesh of a willing soul. Yet, also free oneself onto a roundabout of rapture. Escalation of ecstasy occurred with every tightened twist of twine around a limb or torso. Suspension by restraint always remained one of Pao’s propitious positions. Those venerable procedures in divine darkness were Pao's private vocation of victorious arousal.
She smiled and dressed in under ten minutes, as he sat up in that bed, "Pao, don't leave.”
Zipping green sleeveless dress upward, Ling fixed her hair to a proper appearance, "Oh, Cross. You need to get your sleep, sir. My work here is done for tonight.”
"Maybe you can stay until morning,” Slighting covering satisfied staff with portion of a blue sheet, this happy man was full of joy for her.
"Ah, Arlington,” Brushing left hand over his face, those brown eyes twinkled, "Predictability can be boring.”
A musical zenith tracked this evening's events, as Sinatra's final song titled "Gone with the Wind" seemed to fit this moment. Sounds of the orchestra behind Francis Albert filled the bedroom, as this pretty pigeon was about to fly out of Arlington's finely feathered nest. "And, Pao, you are anything but that" Cross understood what she meant by her words, as a twinge of romantic regret came over him. Bird of affection was about to take flight from his fingertips.
Nursing Arlington Cross back to health was the honorable thing to do by Pao Tse-Ling, "You need your rest,” that same virtue, also came into play of her business dealings with this antique dealer. She did have her own reason to get this man on his feet again, "And, besides I want you to be in top form for the auction, dear Arlington.”
After the run in with Moss earlier, he was relieved that Isaac would no longer be in Vancouver for an upcoming event, "When will I see you again?"
Her left hand tapped against the bedroom doorframe, as she grinned and faced him, "The 13th's coming up. You shall see me then,” Reveling in this man's attentive ways with her, Pao conveyed concern to a still sore Arlington, "Take care of yourself, Cross,” Hand waved in exit, "Good night, Arlington.”
Saying farewell, Pao Tse-Ling was out of that apartment within moments. Remaining seated on his bed, Cross heard the front door close behind a refined ruby of warm whispers and light touch.
Album finished, as did midnight's minuet of a jade jewel in the palm of Arlington's hands....
INTERNATIONAL INTRIGUE & ROMANCE AWAIT - "RACK EM" BY A.H. SCOTT
In the world of international auctions, a Vancouver antiques dealer is at the center of an erotic & exotic quest for treasures from a pair of fated lovers of centuries gone by.
A woman's love for a man delivered danger onto the doorstep of Arlington Cross. Love was adventure he never saw coming his way. Yet, romance was beyond the bounds of time.
From a simple action in 1758 France, Manon was a woman who sacrificed her glittering bobbles to get a lover out of prison. Seems like something so innocuous to lead to a modern day mystery. Yet, her name was Manon Balletti. And, the man who held her heart was known more famously by his last name - Casanova...
A.H. Scott sets the game of life on edge in the pages of "Rack Em".
Purchase A.H. Scott's "Rack Em" from my publisher, Eirelander Publishing.
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romance is beyond the bounds of time.....
January 23, 2013
JUST RELEASED! - "Jennifer" by A.H.Scott
Jennifer felt a tingling sensation within, as Teddy’s warm hands motioned down her back slowly. Fingers fanned out around each butt cheek and scooped her ass upward.
Her posterior was not an apple shape of firmness, but a cream puff of fluff.
Teddy was eager to explore every morsel of this bountiful woman standing before him, as Jennifer cast off those crumbs of embarrassment about herself.
Kisses so tender began upon her left cheek and down onto the corresponding shoulder, as she couldn’t help but whisper “Please, be gentle with me, Teddy…”
“Like a feather, dear Jennifer” Hands motioned along her torso gently, as Teddy circled each plush blossom with his tongue. He was going to make a scintillating feast of her with every touch this night.
Bending downward slightly, his mouth met pillowy stomach with a trail of puckers towards a patch of dark pubic hair.
Teddy’s tongue darted inside of her and Jennifer tittered.
His head returned upward and kissed each breast once more “I want you, Jennifer” Taking her by the right hand, Teddy and she sat upon the bed covered in rose petals.
Scent of red and pink scattered petals were the aromatic accent to an aria of arousal which was about to take place for them.
Lightly, he pushed her body into a reclined position. Teddy’s hands parted plush thighs and tongue tip made contact with her pearl......
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Jennifer never saw herself as something special. She only saw herself as something different. Sometimes things that are different hold a rarity above the ordinary.
A.H. Scott caresses romance in “Jennifer”.
..Every woman is a feast for the senses..
November 29, 2012
The Case Of The Cheeky Co-Ed - An Amazon Exclusive
Private detective Delilah Archer is hired by a socialite to investigate her daughter’s changing behavior and goings on at the prestigious school she attends.
Behind the walls of the Baynebridge Academy, Southern charm of the student body had a way of allowing fresh cream to always rise above the rest of the crop.
After all, the destination of Archer’s assignment was a town called Pleasureville.
Author A.H. Scott presents "A Delilah Archer Mystery: The Case Of The Cheeky Co-Ed".
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A Delilah Archer Mystery: The Case Of The Cheeky Co-Ed by A.H. Scott
Private detective Delilah Archer is hired by a socialite to investigate her daughter’s changing behavior and goings on at the prestigious school she attends.
Behind the walls of the Baynebridge Academy, Southern charm of the student body had a way of allowing fresh cream to always rise above the rest of the crop.
After all, the destination of Archer’s assignment was a town called Pleasureville.
excerpt -
All eight of them thought their activity in the dungeon had concluded. Yet, Mistress Honey always had something spicy up her sleeve for participants there.
Doctor Elias, Audriana and Evelyn had waited for Mistress Honey in the enema room, when they were called into action by her “Doctor and nurses!! Bring me the goods!” As they approached, Honey spoke in a cheerful tone “I believe in full equality for all men and women”.
Purveyors of prayer for the brotherhood of mankind smiled with erections and ejaculative euphoria over experiencing delights within Mistress Honey’s dungeon.
“That’s why” Uncovering a tray which Audriana held “You will” Nodding to Doctor Elias for him to uncover the tray Evelyn held “Know what it’s like for a girl” Revealing four strap-on dildos of vanilla hue, Mistress Honey smiled “Girls, it’s now your turn to turn out the guys”.
Violet, Millicent, Wyler and Polly light giggled at the reversal about to take place in the dungeon.
Man who’d just banged Millicent very hard and raw became hesitant “Well, uh…I don’t know about that, Mistress”.
Laying down the stinging truth about the rules of the dungeon, Mistress Honey manifested complete control “You think you can fuck my girls in the ass at my largesse and think you have no obligation to obey me!!”
Everything in that dungeon came to a total standstill.
Taken aback, this man of over six feet tall and over two-hundred pounds knew that he’d come up against a physically tiny terror with great tits and golden locks. Meekly, this man with a defensive tackle’s physique used a diminished voice to her “Please, accept my humblest apology, Mistress”.
Below the surface of calm, a rage was within her. Yet, she smiled “Don’t worry, I accept your apology” Gently taking one of the strap-ons off that tray, Mistress Honey placed it on herself and whispered “Hey, I hope I didn’t scare a big, strong guy like you” Smiling broadly, “Let me just play a little bit back there, okay?”
Seeing only the surface of the water as this female appeared to be, he slightly gave a shrug and nonchalant chuckle to the perceived dimensions of this situation “Oh, I know that little you can’t make me cry, Mistress”.
Size was never a problem for Honey, for confidence was Mistress Honey’s purview.
“You know something” Mistress Honey used some charm on this unsuspecting man, as she slowly let that dildo rub around the rim of his asshole “I know that I can’t make you cry” Rolling eyes of disdain to the two men on either side of him “But, you know what?” Nonverbal signal was given for him to be held still “This dildo in your ass can!!”
Those who assumed lace received steel fist in ass for good measure.
“God........Damnit!!” Thunderous yelp filled the dungeon.
“No, you fucker!!” Mistress Honey crammed dildo inside of him deeply, as both men held him as still as they could. She was on a verbal tirade against him “God damned you for not heeding your Mistress!!” Banging plastic inside of him in three strong thrusts “Hold him still, fellas” Giving warning to them also “Or, the same will happen to you without lube like this one here!!”
Silently, they nodded to her, as the other occupants of the dungeon had front seats to Mistress Honey’s wraith.
Breathless in this unexpected action by a woman less than half his weight, his thighs tried to clamp down on that dildo and push it out of himself some way “Oh, oh…..owwww!!”
Delilah held hand over mouth, as vomit ascended into throat over this sight.
Man with full erection was being fucked in his ass by a dildo-wearing woman of slight frame, just blew the doors of Archer’s thoughts of sexuality off their hinges.
“Let him go, fellas” Mistress Honey had an instinct about how to handle those who came to her dungeon “He’s not going to move or run from my cock in his ass” Moderation of movement in and out of that man kept his cock hard, as she rode him to a state of surprise “You see, everyone. He’s enjoying it” Gently rubbing hands against this man’s sweaty back “You enjoying this?”
His muscular body was accepting the punishment from her, as stress of fighting those invasive movements subsided. Moving with the cock inside of himself, he grinded back and forth on it “Yes, Mistress”.
Mistress Honey had just broken in another man in her dungeon.
With care, she extracted dildo from his ass and he responded in an unexpected way to her “Bless you, Mistress”.
Mistress Honey kissed him on the cheek for saying those words of praise to her....
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November 25, 2012
Now Is (Live It Or Lose It) - a poem by A.H. Scott
Now Is (Live It Or Lose It)
Now is the time Now is forever
Now or never
Now is war from without and within
Now is conflict of hating that which is other
Now is seeing the enemy as our brother
Now is the time to make the most of it
Now is peace if ego steps aside
Now is a rocket to the moon the kid in us wants to ride
Now is nowhere quick
Now is everywhere fast
Now is me
Now is you
Now is all the which the past has put us all through
Now is the scent of a baby fresh and new
Now is that smell of an old person who stews
Now is those celestial wheels which churns
Now is the death machine and ensuing rage that burns
Now is that single spot which holds you
Now is the distance to Timbuktu
Now is MINE
Now is YOURS
Now is THE time
Now is that snore that holds off morn
Now is that yawn that cradles a new dawn
Now is the moment
Now is the reason
Now is the oxygen that inflates your lungs
Now is the season for singing those special songs
Now is right
Now is wrong
Now is memory of a first time
Now is cold ocean water engulfing your ankles
Now is those snowballs plastering your coat
Now is being at the local pool learning to float
Now is children at play
Now is hoping innocence will stay that way
Now is knowing the Devil's card tricks make a play
Now is knowing that God's love has to give sway
Now is a laugh
Now is a tear
Now is telling a stranger that you care
Now is nature pulling the brakes on mankind from time to time
Now is a blanket of snow which covers blanket of leaves
Now is a hot cup of cocoa to take off the chill
Now is being lucky enough to have heat inside of a home
Now is hands pressed in prayer for those who have none
Now is trying better for yourself and others around
Now is an opportunity that abounds
Now is the flame of curiosity in the twinkle of your eye
Now is a miracle on this mortal earth
Now is proving courage is stronger than dirt
Now is making a way out of nothing
Now is recognizing there is no room for punting
Now is building a better world for generations to come
Now is not a sprint, but a long, long run
Now is gone as you read along
Now is sun rising at dawn
Now is rain cascading down
Now is a rose beginning to bloom
Now is a petal cast to the wind too soon
Now is a whisper of hush and roar of WOW!
Now is not yesterday
Now is not tomorrow
Now is this second not to waste
Now is to live without haste
Now is what it is
Now is NOW
(live it or lose it)
- A.H. Scott
11/24/12
