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WIP Wednesday!

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Have you been watching the Olympics? I very much have been. It's intoxicating because even when I know who got what medal - we get to see everything late here in the USA - and it's posted when it happens. Anyway, I'm loving watching them. My writing on the computer hasn't gone too far because I'm distracted, but the ideas are flowing fast and crazy. Four words: male divers, male gymnasts. HOLY COW. I don't know much about diving or gymnastics, but I'm ready to learn. Grin.

So the vampire story I posted the snippet from and that happens to be a free read at Changeling and ARe...it's flowing a bit more. Okay, by flowing, I mean I added a whopping 1k to it, but some days 1k is a monumental amount. If the story isn't wanting to go anywhere and nothing wants to be written, those small amounts are worth it. Anyway, there's progress being made.

I'm planning out the next Challenge story. It's got a good foundation. Now if the gymnastics would be over (not really, because I like them), I could get more done on it.
Lennon and his friend are talking. They're from Permanent, sort of. Tangent characters. Anyway, I'm planning theirs out, too.

Now I'm out to go write. :-) Got to have something for you to read. Enjoy!

Ten Line Tuesday!

It's time for Ten Line Tuesday. This story has been in the works for a while. It's one that's near and dear to my heart because it's an older story. It's going to see the light of submission one of these days. Once I get time to work on it. Grin. So here's the ten lines.

“Daisy Mae, come closer.” He wrapped one muscular arm across her stomach, drawing her into the steely curve of his side. “I won’t bite,” he murmured, “unless you want me to.”

She giggled and rested her head on his shoulder. “That’s a horrible joke.”

“But it broke the tension.” He settled and sighed. “I think I should’ve stayed here long before now.”

“Why?”

“You make me want to sleep at night and see you smile in the sunshine.”

She fisted her hand over his heart. Sunshine was the last thing he could see. “You’ll burn to a crisp.”

“Nah.”

Monday Moans with Fire Woman

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It's Monday Moan time and since this is a fairly new feature here, well, I'll showcase and oldie but goodie. Have you read the Glow Band Series? Yes, no? Well, here's where to start> Fire Woman!

ISBN: 978-1-60521-693-5
Word Count: 16K
Page Count: 56
Price: $3.99
Release Date: September 23, 2011
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres and Themes: Erotic Romance; Novella; Paranormal; Magic & Mayhem
Available here!

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.

Now here's the moan!

“Come for me, sweetheart.” His words vibrated all the way to her core. “It won’t kill me. I want to see you come apart.”

She hesitated. One more push towards ecstasy, and their good thing would come to the inevitable fiery end.

“The burn feels so good, love.” His voice, controlled and patient, soothed her frayed nerves. “It feels right.”

Confusion slipped into her brain. Felt right? Felt good? Love? He didn’t… ? Zac should’ve been a gigantic ball of orange flames.

Still pumping his middle finger into her canal, Zac smiled up at her. “See? I’m good. Better than good.” His thrusts increased. “Come, love.”

He wasn’t in flames. Not a singe in sight. Could it be he wasn’t affected by her gift? Sizzles danced along her skin, illuminating the room. The scent of fresh rain filled the room. She bit down hard on her bottom lip. Hell with her fears. Atria closed her eyes and rode his hand.

“Oh, Goddess,” she murmured.

From her hairline to her toes, her body quaked. The climax washed over her like a tidal wave, burying her in warmth and relaxation. She collapsed against the bed and gasped for breath. The man should’ve come with a warning label. She glanced around the room with heavily lidded eyes. Nothing was aflame. Nothing even a bit melted.

Nice.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous when you come.” Zac snuggled up next to her, wrapping his arms around her waist. “Sleep. I’ll take my turn when you get your rest.”

She wanted to reciprocate, wanted to give him the ooey-gooey-it’s-so-good feeling in return. But damn if her limbs wouldn’t move even enough to tug her shirt down over her breasts to restore her modesty. Screw it. Sleep sounded so much better. She smiled and rolled over, curling into the crook of his side. “Never leave me.”

Sunday Snoggin' With Forever Wicked: Always

It's Sunday Snog Time and I wasn't sure what book to feature. I mean, there are so many good ones and well, which one to choose? Yanno? So which snog is just dying to be featured? Forever Wicked: Always. Grin. Love that book. Hot lovin' with Peter Pan. Grin.

Cover art: Reneé George

BIN: 05660-01813

Genre(s): Paranormal, BDSM, Erotic Romance

Theme(s): Magic

Series: Forever Wicked (Multi-Author) (#2)

Length: Novella

Page Count: 56

Available here!

Peter Pan Grew Up All Right!

Peter Pan was supposed to be the boy who never grew up. Then Neverland blew sky high. Now he's very much an adult and playing adult games. There's one woman he wants for his bed, his cuffs, his toys... yeah, he's ready to do all sorts of naughty things to Wendy. If he can find her.

Wendy Darling never expected Peter to come back. She'd grown up and moved on -- to write white-hot BDSM tales. Can her perfect Dom be the one man she never thought she'd see all grown up?

And now for that snog!!

Wendy trailed her fingertips down his chest. The heat in his groin matched the need settling between her legs. She had to say something to test him one more time. “Don’t say what you don’t mean. You’re not dressed to stick around.”

Peter tugged the elastic from her hair and combed his fingers the tangled strands. “That’s better. I land on my feet, remember? I’ll manage.” He sniffed the air. “Do you realize you smell like lemon?”

“Toilet cleaner. Sexy, I know.” She rolled her eyes. “If you’d showed up half an hour later, I’d probably smell like the peony shower gel I use.”

“I don’t know. Lemon can be very sexy on the right woman.” He brushed a lock of her hair from her eyes. “You wear it well.”

“I do?”

“You wear it very well.” He threaded his fingers in the hair at the base of her neck. “Very, very well.”

His breath warmed her skin, and she fisted his shirt in her hand. Peter captured her mouth in a kiss. The tingles shot from her lips to her heart, to her toes, and back. His tongue speared between her lips. Wendy sucked on him, simulating sex with his tongue.

Peter broke the kiss first, but didn’t relent from her. “You taste like sin,” he puffed.

“Sin has a taste?”

“Considering you write about sex, I’d think you’d know.” Peter swatted her ass with the flat of his hand. “Take off your shirt. I want to see you.”

Smytlympics and YOU!!!

And the winner of a $5 GC to BN.com is... 
 ~ NANCY G ~ 
 :::throws confetti:::: 

 I've emailed you off list and hope to hear from you soon. Thank you to everyone who stopped by and commented on the tour. I had a blast and can't wait for the next tour. I hope you'll all stick around for the rest of the ride. I've got some great things in the works and can't wait to share them with you.

Sexy Cover Saturday ~ Believe

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Believe
Liquid Silver Books
Short Story (30 pgs)

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?

Contains: M/M, LBGT, BDSM, Fetish, anal sex

SMUTLYMPICS!!!

Do you hear that music? That familiar tune? No? I can't either. I don't have the television on to a station showing the games and I'm not in London. That's okay. I'm taking part in the Smutlympics, sponsored by Mitnik, Victoria Blisse and Smut in the City. How cool is that? Very cool! Here's my dear friend, Wendi Zwaduk's sports-themed novella, Ever Fallen In Love . It features a NASCAR driver and owner. Yeah! And if you comment at the end, there's a GC to Barnes and Noble ($5) in it for you. Who doesn't love shopping for books? So leave your name, email (we can't contact you if you don't leave that email) and the name of your favorite sport, Olympic or otherwise!

Ever Fallen in Love
Total-E-Bound
Genre BDSM/ Contemporary
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
eReaders Supported All current eReaders
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Lyn Taylor
ISBN# 978-0-85715-624-2
Available here!

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.

Once a driver, always a driver...

Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again...Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.

Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.

Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?

Reader Advisory: This book contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.

And now for that excerpt!!

Tucker scooped her into his arms. “I don’t want to stop until your bottom is rosy andyou’ve come from my hand five times.”

“Just five?” Her voice sounded breathless and needy in her ears. She screeched as cool metal met bare skin. “Tucker!”

“Mmm. We’ll fuck until the sun comes up. Handcuffs, toys… I don’t care.” He worked the rest of her tank top out of the hem of her skirt. “I love hearing my name on your lips.”

“Where are we?” She placed her hands flat on the hood of the car, her legs akimbo. “Won’t someone see us?”

“I own everything in a fifty acre radius. If someone’s spying, they’re also trespassing.” He skimmed her gauzy skirt up over her knees. Passion blazed in his eyes. “You are so damned sexy in cowboy boots. Come here.”

Megan scooted to the edge of the hood, the movement pulling up her skirt and exposing her legs to the lacy edge of her panties. Tucker kissed her, his tongue tangling with hers as he slipped the straps of her tank top and bra from her shoulders. The heat from his touch matched the fire in her blood. Her underwear dampened as he nuzzled the hollow of her throat.

“Tucker,” she murmured.

He raised his head and stared at her a moment. “Beautiful. Fucking beautiful.”

She instinctively moved to repair the damage to her attire. He stilled her hands. “I like seeing you aroused. The primal look in your eyes. Your lips are a little swollen. Makes me hard as steel to know I made you so hot.” Tucker shoved the hem of the shirt up over her breasts and unclasped her bra. Her nipples beaded in the chilly air. Raw hunger flickered in the depths of his eyes. “I need to taste you.”

She had two choices—either push him away or let things keep going. With choice A, she’d demand he take her back to the race shop and forget anything ever happened. Then there was choice B—allow one last fantasy with him. Sex could be just sex, right? Tucker flicked his tongue over her nipple and moaned. A fresh rush of sensation flooded her core. Time for choice B…

New to ARe and Amazon: Cock and Bull!!

It's official, Cock and Bull has made it to Amazon and AllRomance Ebooks. Here's the rundown:

Can Flynn handle the heat or will it burn him alive? Anything is possible in the club.

After two years as an exotic male dancer-slash-fetish entertainer, Flynn's ready for his last night at the Randy Stallion Men's Club to be over, but someone's got a surprise in store for him.

More than one someone.

Get your copy from AMAZON, ALLROMANCE EBOOKS, or the CHANGELING PRESS website!

Delilah Devlin's She Shifters!

It's a blurb blitz!! For what? She Shifters: Lesbian Paranormal Erotica edited by Deliliah Devlin. Yeppers! Here's where you can follow the tour! So what's up for grabs for commenting? Delilah will be giving away the following prizes to randomly drawn commenters during the tour:

* a grand prize of $50
* Two print copies of the "Girls Who Bite" anthology, signed by Delilah Devlin (editor) - US/Canada only
* Digital copies of:
Christine d’Abo’s Dom for Sale
Sacchi Green’s Girl Fever (Kindle version only)
Adele Dubois The Crystal Altar
Delilah Devlin’s and Paisley Smith’s Bitten in the Big Easy
Paisley Smith’s Beguiled
Michael M. Jones’s Like A Cunning Plan: Erotic Trickster Tales

Here's the blurb!



Take a walk on the wild side…

Following the success of her ground-breaking Girls Who Bite: Lesbian Vampire Erotica, best-selling author Delilah Devlin and her contributors deliver another stunning collection.

Shapeshifters—beings both human and animal—ignite our imaginations with visions of primal passions and insatiable hungers. Most commonly seen as dark, masculine demons, these sixteen stories investigate shapeshifter myths from around the world, and add fur and claws to a fresh girl-on-girl blending of physical power and inescapable desires.

Embrace your wild child as you journey through worlds of unexpected delights with some of today’s hottest erotic romance authors, including Sacchi Green, Christine d’Abo, Adele Dubois and Myla Jackson. Fly atop the Tower of London in Paisley Smith’s “The Night Crow.” In Anna Meadows’ “Verde,” feel the burn of a hot Mexican summer. Experience the raw lash of a dragon’s tail in “Scorched Retribution,” then linger in the sensual delights of a furry convention in “She’s Furry Yiffy”.

Prepare to be embraced inside the warm, feathered wings of a phoenix, race through a rain forest morphing from tiger to kingfisher, and watch your lover surrender her seal’s pelt to walk hand-in-hand with you along a cold and lonely shore. In She Shifters, love comes running, slithering, flying—in all shapes of desire.

Delilah Devlin's one-of-a-kind She Shifters unleashes the wild creature inside us all!



And Now an Excerpt From “Bound in Bronze” by Chris Kouju:

“Fly with me,” she murmured, burying her face against the fur of my neck. “There is a lake where the sun shines on one end and the light of the moon on the other. Have you been there?”

“I have heard of it.” It is a pool no mortal has swam in, for the roots of the trees surround the borders of the lake, drinking deeply of its waters. Spirits resided in every branch.

“I wish to swim with you there,” she said into my ear, her fingers smoothing down my fur. “They say that any soul who bathes in the waters realizes their life’s purpose.”

“A double-edge blade,” I said. But I agreed.

I took to the air as a hornbill with wings as black as pearl, my beak the bright amber of the tiger. She shivered free of her human form and became a kingfisher, her wings flitting like leaves whipping in the wind. We soared between trees that touched the sky, the earth surging away beneath us.

She brushed against me first, feathers teasing my chest mid-flight before her smaller body dipped away. When she did it a third time, I shifted into a serpent eagle and playfully snapped my beak at her. Aryani gave off a sound like a laugh, blurred into the form of a swiftlet, and ducked beneath me. From there we circled each other, shifting, grazing each other even as we descended.

The game didn’t stop once we touched ground just short of the lake. She dropped to the grass as a clouded leopard, spotted tail lashing, head bent as if ready to pounce. I became a sun bear, my mark a blazing orange beneath the neck. With my curved claws, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her close. She shrank into a mouse deer and slipped free on tiny hooves. Over and over we changed shapes, reacting to each other, until we confronted each other as snake and mongoose.

We fell silent. I sank my serpentine head low, aware our choice of shapes could not be coincidence. And then the mongoose leaned forward to blatantly rub its face against mine. In shock, I shifted back to human, and so did Aryani.

Delilah Devlin is an award-winning author of erotic romance with a rapidly expanding reputation for writing edgy stories with complex characters. Ms. Devlin has published over a hundred stories in multiple sub-genres and lengths with Atria/Strebor, Avon, Berkley, Black Lace, Cleis Press, Ellora’s Cave, Kensington, Kindle, Running Press, and Samhain Publishing.

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WIP Wednesdays

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I figured that if I were going to change things up, then I'd go whole hog. Why not? So... today is WIP Wednesday. You're wondering, since you're reading this, what in the heck I've been up to and what's coming up.

Savage Protector is in. Woo hoo. I mean it. The story wore me out. I'm glad because I wanted Hans to get his say, but it's got things in there that might not jive with readers. I'm open to a sequel, just not sure HOW I'll do it.

The Christmas story is all in. Yep. Christmas Glow is in. Thank you dog. It's been in for a while, but it got sorted out which is good. Now if I could sort out where the stupid commas go...

So next on the agenda is to work on Tiger Lily, she's so deprived, and to work out a story with a character named Lennon who is a student of River from Permanent. Yeah, work that out. I'm still figuring. Grin.

Okay, I'm off to fill the cave of wonder with excitement...aka write in the bat cave.