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Ten Line Tuesday!

Ten lines from my NASCAR novella, Hot Laps! I'm currently working on the next in the series, so keep your eyes peeled for it! For now, enjoy this white hot ten lines!



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Ten lines of heat!

Will leaned on the shower wall and groaned. The chill of the tiles helped diminish the fever on his skin, but not much. He smoothed one hand over his balls and continued to masturbate. Adam looked so damn hot bound in rope and with a red ass. Tingles radiated from Will’s head to his toes then centered in his groin. His nerve endings buzzed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.

“Adam,” he murmured and increased the speed of his strokes. He gritted his teeth and pulled on his cock, adding pain to his pleasure. More images of Adam came to mind. Adam strapped tight to the St. Andrew’s cross with red streaks crisscrossing his stomach, Adam holding his legs tight to his torso while Will plundered his asshole, holding Adam afterwards and whispering words of love to the only man he’d ever really cared for.

Racing Quotes of the Week

Martinsville always packs a punch. No one comes out of there without a little bit of damage. Some more than others. Here are the quotes. Always a pleasure to bring these to you!
"...shot off in the wrong direction..."Hee hee. That's funny. Better aim correctly next time.
"...Got a nudge, got him out of whack..."Maybe he liked it that way?
"...Getting tight in those corners..."Gotta get tight somewhere.
"...She stayed off him. Good girl..."I thought the point was to nab him? Shrug.
"...tries to gas it and nothing happens..."Darn it.  I hate when that happens.
"...they used him up pretty good..."But he liked it. A lot!
And the Doozy of the Week is great! Enjoy!"...he slid up into him, who slid up into her and is still going.."Either its a conga line or an orgy... either one sounds fun. Grin. 

Sunday Snog ~ Redeemed

Like the snogs? So do I! Read more here! I'm trying to get back to blogging pretty regularly again. It's been a rough couple weeks. So, yeah, blogging sort of fell by the wayside. I'm getting back on the horse, though. Starting today with my Sunday Snog for Redeemed. Haven't got your copy? Want to know more? Then read on!



Find your wildest fantasies at the Q...

Master G knows his subs and his limits. His heart is never involved, but he’s always careful. Except when Mistress Dee is involved—then all bets are off.

Mistress Dee lives to fulfill the needs of her subs, including one desiring a hot ménage with her and another man. She knows just who to ask. But can the Master she wants also be the man she needs?

Available here

And now for that snog! Not exactly a kiss, but hey, sometimes the rules are meant to be broken. *G*

Mistress Dee strolled around her new toy twice, sizing him up. His erection pushed against the front of his leathers and a fine sheen of perspiration spread across his muscled back. She trailed her fingers over his tanned skin. Chiseled like a fine statue, but oh so real and not cluttered with tattoos like so many of the other Doms. Cream slickened the inside of her thighs. Just looking at his unblemished body made her mouth water.

“You suit me.” She threaded her fingers into his short hair and yanked his head back to look him in the eye. “Last time to back out. Do you wish to use your safe word?”

“Not a chance, Mistress. Thank you.”

If she wasn’t mistaken, a faint smile appeared on his lips then vanished. The devil. She let go of his hair, then opened her palm hard on his ass, the sound of the spanking echoing through the room. His grunt filled her ears.

“Thank you, Mistress, may I have another?” he wriggled his butt, in a silent invitation.

“What a naughty slave.” She swatted him again, this time much harder. He groaned and arched into her touch.

“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”

“I’m going to make you wait. Greedy slave.” She crossed the room to where she kept her array of paddles. The light above the second door blinked, signaling the arrival of her Pet. Part of her wanted to keep him out so she could continue to toy with Master G. The rest of her knew Pet needed to experience the thrill of a ménage. She’d give Pet what he wanted, then send him on his way. Giving up Master G? Now that was another issue altogether. She ran the paddle over her hand, testing the scrape of the studs on the leather surface.

Ten Line Tuesday!!

It's ten line Tuesday and I'm in a racing mood. Thought I'd share a taste of my newest release, my racing novella, Hot Laps! You can get it at Amazon, BN, Resplendence Publishing or ARe, where it's a best seller!



Track Domination Series, Book One

Racing hearts and race trucks…things happen fast on track.

Adam Lowry is known in the racing community as the best crew chief. He doesn’t pull punches or put up with diva antics from drivers no matter what. But there is one man he never quite got over. Will Camden, his former lover and now the latest addition of the Flash Racing team.

All Will Camden needed was a second chance to prove he’s got what it takes to race with the big dogs in the truck series. When he’s asked to fill in for another driver at Flash, he’s determined to make the best of the situation. Knowing his ex is his crew chief is bonus points.

Can they make the jump from being a solid team on the track to solid in bed or will they crash and burn before the end of the race?

Available at:
Resplendence Publishing  AllRomance Ebooks Amazon  Barnes and Noble
Now for those ten lines!!
Will leaned on the shower wall and groaned. The chill of the tiles helped diminish the fever on his skin, but not much. He smoothed one hand over his balls and continued to masturbate. Adam looked so damn hot bound in rope and with a red ass. Tingles radiated from Will’s head to his toes then centered in his groin. His nerve endings buzzed. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t drag enough air into his lungs.
“Adam,” he murmured and increased the speed of his strokes. He gritted his teeth and pulled on his cock, adding pain to his pleasure. More images of Adam came to mind. Adam strapped tight to the St. Andrew’s cross with red streaks crisscrossing his stomach, Adam holding his legs tight to his torso while Will plundered his asshole, holding Adam afterwards and whispering words of love to the only man he’d ever really cared for.

Racing Quotes of the Week

It's time for the Racing Quote of the Week. This week, since the California race was so out of the ordinary, I'm introducing the Doozy of the Week...that one quote that is so over the top it's a doozy!


“...So loose he can’t go higher...”Well, that’s a problem.
“...Enters the box for a chassis adjustment on the back...”Sometimes you’ve got to adjust stuff to make it hit the sweet spot.
“...Getting all he can get in that section...”Lucky guy!
“...My front end is a little free...”That’s a personal problem, but I’m sure there are lots out there who would happily help out.
“...Too hot on entry, will have to come around. He’d better learn. That’ll bite him again and he won’t like it...”Hot entry? Well, some do like temperature play. Maybe he should try that. Or maybe he wants to get bitten. Different Kinks for Different Folks.
And now for the Doozy of the Week:
“I’m gonna beat his ass.”Kinky.
Enjoy!  Next week the circuit takes a break, but I've got plenty more to share. :-)

Sara Jay's Boon Collector!

Today I'm featuring fellow Soul Debt author, Sara Jay and her story, The Boon Collector. Check it out!
The Boon CollectorPurchasing info: https://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=2015Short synopsis: Timid Tisha Sanderson never had much luck in love or life. When a smoking hot demon, Bane, comes to collect a debt from her ex-lover and decides to make her pay up instead, her life suddenly becomes more interesting.

Tisha finds herself on both the giving and receiving ends of torture in Hell as she attempts to escape Bane. As the lines between pleasure and pain blur, Tisha begins to connect with long-forgotten parts of herself. Her completion of the final dark deed grants her freedom.

The question is, does she still want it?


Excerpt:The closer she got to the kitchen, the hotter she felt. Sweat began to pearl on her forehead. Tisha absently wiped it off with the back of a wrist, wondering why her kitchen lights dimmed so low. She didn’t even own a dimmer switch.
The flickering glow seemed to be moving.
Just as she decided that she was seeing things, Tisha froze in the doorway of the kitchen and stared in shock. Feeling faint, she grabbed the doorframe, only to pull her fingers back instantly from the flickering glow.
The entire kitchen was on fire.
Flames ran furiously up and down the walls in vibrant displays of orange and yellow. Angry red welts slashed at her wallpaper, though nothing seemed to be burning. No smoke could be seen. The room was simply set ablaze.
The hairs on the back of Tisha’s neck leapt up.
“Boo,” a deep, masculine voice growled behind her.
Shrieking, Tisha leaped over the flames into the lit but otherwise empty kitchen. Backing away from the source of the sound, she saw a creature straight out of her nightmares.
He was unnaturally tall and muscular with a lean athletic frame hugged with an expensive-looking suit. Long black hair wildly framed his face in a lion-like fashion, and a goatee of the same shade framed his quirked mouth. Fiery red eyes that matched the flames in Tisha’s kitchen peered at her in amusement. He could have easily been a human wearing contacts, but then there was his purple-black skin. And the long, round-tipped tail.
“You -- you’re -- what are you?” Tisha wailed, cowering back from the creature helplessly. She felt behind her for a weapon but only encountered her burning wallpaper. Oddly, her fingers didn’t burn from it. They only felt warm.
The man casually brushed off invisible lint from his expensive suit, sighing. “You know the answer to that question already, Tisha.”
Something told her he was right. He did seem familiar, but that was absurd! Why would a -- well, whatever he was -- look familiar?
“How do you know my name?” she demanded. She later thought it was a bit of a stupid question, as he was in her house, after all.
“I know a lot of things about you. I know that you were so shy to correct your teachers that for twelve years people called you Tricia instead of your given name. I know that you lived with a deadbeat boyfriend for three months before he left you high and dry, not to mention penniless. I know you’re still wondering why you ever let him into your heart. And I know you’re going to pay his debt for me.”
“I -- what?” Tisha desperately searched around the room for a way out but saw no escape from this strange debt collector or the apparent arson he’d committed in her house. “Look, I don’t know how you know all of that stuff about me, but I can pay you. I still have the house I can mortgage. Please, don’t hurt me.”
“I don’t want your house or your money.” The purple-hued man laughed.
His eyes, so sharp and cruel, crinkled at the corners in juxtaposition. He really looked so familiar -- the angle of his square jaw, the wryness of his smile…
“Your man beseeched me for a boon not long ago and I granted it. I have come to collect. Since he isn’t here, it’s your duty to pay up.”
A parchment scroll suddenly appeared in the air, fully displaying Jeremy’s trademark scrawl. Before she could read it, the faded contract rolled up into itself and disappeared.
“Boon?” Tisha trembled. “You mean like, um, a wish? Are you a genie, then?”
A whoosh of hot air blew back Tisha’s hair from her face and instantly, the dark monster stood right in front of her, towering over and nearly touching her.
“Do I look like a genie, my dear?” he murmured into her ear.
“Demon!” she gasped, completely unaware of why she would even guess that term. Now that she had said it, the word fit perfectly, but Tisha hadn’t grown up in a religious household. There was really no reason for her to guess that he would be such a creature.
“Yes,” he whispered, the sound breezing past her cheek.
“You -- you want my soul,” she whispered back, closing her pale blue eyes.
“Yes,” he breathed. “And I have this as collateral for it.” He pinched a lock of her blond hair between his claws.
“W -- what does my hair have to do with it?” she stuttered.
“Your ex made sure he wouldn’t have to pay when he provided a part of you for the spell instead of himself.” The demon shrugged. “It happens sometimes. We demons aren’t a picky bunch.”
No, no! she thought, shaking as a tear slipped down her face. This can’t be happening! It’s not real. I’ll wake up, and this will all be a bad dream.
“You are well awake, sweetheart,” the demon crooned. She heard a rustle of clothing and opened her eyes again. The demon now stood naked, his clothes miraculously unseen in the room.
Dazed, she stared at his body, a body that would’ve been perfect save for the odd, unnatural color and the tail. Even so, his long, lean muscles rippled across his abdomen. A pair of strong, bold shoulders looked ripe for holding on while --
Well, while riding the monstrous cock hanging below, she supposed.
Biography:Sara Jay’s world is filled with fantasy creatures, mythology, supernatural romance and saucy tales. If it’s smoking hot, and has fur, fangs or wings, it’s Sara’s thing. She enjoys reading and crafting stories that will keep you reading for steamy, sexy and fascinating reasons! Sara hails from the Midwest where she lives with her rugged husband, young daughter and a house full of shapeshifting cats.
You can contact her via:Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/sarajayschmidtBlog: http://sarajayserotica.wordpress.comTwitter: https://twitter.com/SaraJaysEroticaEmail: sarajayschmidt@hotmail.com
Sara’s books can also be found at http://www.changelingpress.com/author.php?uid=174

Ten Line Tuesday!

It's time for Ten Line Tuesday and I'm celebrating my latest release, Take Me. It's a little off the beaten path as there's a little consensual kidnapping, a married couple and a gay lover. Yep. There's a lot in a little package. Grin. Here's a little bit about Take Me:



"Wanna get away" just got a sexy makeover.

Talia wants nothing more than to shirk her duties on the set of her latest movie. Why? So she can be with her heartthrob husband, actor Ryker Thomas. But she never expected him to kidnap her... or did she?

Available here!

Here's the white hot ten lines!!

She palmed her breast and gave her nipple a pinch. If Ryker were there, he'd have her against the wall and open to his inspection. She shivered. God, he loved to fuck in the shower... the bed, the wall... his trailer, her trailer... anywhere they could have sex. Touching herself didn't have the same effect as being with her husband. He knew where to touch her and where to kiss to make her moan. She hurried to clean herself. Maybe he'd have the phone on so they could have phone sex or something. Anything was better than sitting in her trailer in the middle of the Nevada desert waiting for another day of filming to begin.

On the bed, her phone beeped. Her heart leapt. Only Ryker had the number. Talia pounced onto the mattress and pressed the buttons to retrieve the message.

I have a challenge for you.

Race Quotes of the Week

It's that time. Bristol Baby! There were some real winners in this race and not just the guy on the track. Holy Moly! Read on!

"...shot up the race track..."
Well, let's hope someone cleaned it up.

"...dick goes around..."
They were actually talking about a driver. And yes, no matter how you explain this one, it sounds bad.

"...filling outside..."
Did he fill inside, too?

"...holding your breath, waiting for your spotter and thinking what's taking so long..."
Minus the spotter, that's what a lot of us wonder.

"...too tight on throttle..."
Is that what they call the little man these days?

"...use an opening in traffic to get ahead...."
In what, the conga line?

And the last one...
"...right rear hung out there..."
Find some pants.

I hope you enjoyed them. Do check out the past ones. I've got plenty. Grin.

Sunday Snog - Fire Woman!

Sunday Snoggin' is one of my favorite times of the week. Why? Hot Kisses and Excerpts, that's why! Always so much fun! So what do I have up here for a snog? Why an excerpt from Fire Woman (and yes, that is the Cult song in my head, why do you ask?). Why don't you read along!

Contemp, paranormal, m/f
novella
Glow Book One
Available here from Changeling Press!

She's everything he needs...if he can withstand the burn!Atria Moline isn't your average photographer. She controls fire. Sounds fun, being able to scorch whenever you like? Think again. She's lonely and desperate for the touch of the man who can dance in her flame -- if she doesn't immolate him first.

Zac "Iceman" Frost controls the stage with his band Glow. He's not about to back down from Atria's challenge. He's got secrets of his own and his sights set on her.

“Attie?”

She slapped again. “Hate you!”

Firm hands grasped her wrists. “Attie.”

Blinking, she took in the room around her. Instead of the cloudy, gray muddle of her dream, the bedroom became clearer. Chocolate brown walls ringed with stark white baseboards. A gigantic mirror filled the space above the bed. A shadow blocked the light from the lamp.

“Attie?”

Zac. She touched the outline of her palm print on his cheek. Embarrassment and shame filled her brain. Of all the people to try to harm her, he wasn’t one of them.

“You’ve got one hell of a right hook when you want to get a guy’s attention.”

She forced a snort. “Yeah.”

“Did you dream about him? Like we were… about to make love, but he showed up?” He grasped her palm and kissed the tender skin. “Would you hate me if I said I wanted to?”

“Make love? Now?” she whispered. Yes, she wanted to know every square inch of his body and feel him moving within her. Niccolo and his stupid commands be damned.

Propped on one elbow, Zac cradled her body tight against his and rubbed his nose along her cheek. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the moment Luc brought you to the studio.”

“Me?” Her voice squeaked. Great. Way to sound confident. With him so close, she saw not only the blue in his eyes, but the rings of azure blending with white streaks along his pupil. A girl could get lost in such a brilliant palette of color. “That’s why I brought you to my most sacred place. The dog likes you, I’m hooked on you. Works for me, now kiss me.” Zac blotted out any response she could come up with and lowered his lips to hers. She opened to him, licking along his bottom lip and tangling her tongue with his.

“Lay back,” he murmured.

Atria did as he asked, but she didn’t take her gaze off him. The whole scene, him there with her, him interested in her -- it had to be a dream. “Zac?”

“Hush.” Kisses fluttered along her inner thigh. “Enjoy.”

Race Quotes of the Week!

It's time for the Racing Quotes of the Week. I was doing these on Thursday for Football, but with the races being on Sunday (or sometimes Saturday), this works better. Plus, I just love posting them!

“...You tell me what to do...”
Ah, I love a good BDSM reference. Power to the people!

"...Don’t slam it down the front stretch..."
You can, but it might be painful...unless you get into that sort of thing. Then, whatever works.

"...Not giving up that spot..."
Well, it might be a good spot. You never know. Maybe it's the sweet spot. *g*

"...CB has JJ way up inside..."
Hinky and hunky. Can we watch?

"...CB has his hands full, boys..."
Hmm... Full of what? Just wondered. Need some extra details.

Enjoy the quotes. Next week features the ones from Vegas, since I"m a week behind. Enjoy the hinky fun!