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October 29, 2012
New Release – Party Favors 3: Menage a Trois
Now available for purchase on Amazon or Smashwords
Irina is thrilled to be visiting Paris, but having to accompany her boss to the investor dinner is a chore she’s not looking forward to. That is, until she meets the son of her boss’s rival – a handsome Frenchman who invites her to drink some absinthe in his swank Parisian loft. With two gorgeous men on either side of her, Irina finds herself caught in the middle of a steaming hot sex party! [Warning: explicit oral sex, anal sex, and double penetration!] [6k words]
Excerpt:
“A glass for me, Florent,” Andre said. He poured a measure of the green liquor into the glass. Florent passed him the carafe of ice water, and Irina watched as again the water flowed over the sugar cube and into the glass of absinthe, clouding it where the two liquids met. The ritual was repeated for Florent, and the two men took up their glasses. She felt a pleasant buzzing in her head.
“To the American!” Florent cried, raising his glass in a toast.
“She is Russian, you idiot,” Andre said with a laugh.
“To foreigners, then!” Nothing could dissuade Florent from his joviality. “May every one of them be as deliciously beautiful as this lovely lady here!”
“I’ll toast to that,” Andre said. Their glasses clinked.
Irina took another gulp of her drink. Everything seemed wonderful: the soft candlelight in the room, the handsome men sitting next to her, the Eiffel Tower beckoning from outside the window. She laughed out loud with the pleasure of it.
“She is already feeling the magic,” Florent said. He smiled, and Irina suddenly felt a warmth creep over her body.
“How is the Russian beauty doing?” Andre asked. He reached out one long finger and drew back a lock of her long blonde hair, kissing her shoulder. At the touch of his lips on her skin, an electric shock ran through her body. Goosebumps stood up on her skin.
“Ohh,” she said, her lips slightly parted. The desire that she had felt at their first embrace came back to her in a rush.
Andre continued the line of kisses up her shoulder and onto her neck. Her eyes moved to Florent, who was already filling his second glass of absinthe, but he was not paying attention to them.
Irina’s head was fuzzed and dizzy, her gaze fixed on Florent’s glass. The green liquid, the sugar, the water, then poof! It was white, all white, and Florent was sipping at the delicate cloud of alcohol while the candles burned and the moon moved in its slow arc across the Paris sky. The kisses on her neck grew more insistent, as did the ache betwen her legs. She tilted her head to the side.
“Wonderful,” she said, not knowing herself whether she was referring to the view or to the embrace. It was all wonderful, wasn’t it?
“Will you let Florent join us?” Andre asked. Irina turned to look at Andre and saw only that grin, that childish grin. It reached his eyes and crinkled them at the corners. Looking back to Florent, she saw that he had alreadyy begun to take off his shirt. His blond hair rested softly on broad, muscular shoulders, his skin gleaming in the candlelight.
“Well, Russian princess?” Florent asked. They were both smiling, and Irina smiled too. She was being swept along into a dream, the best dream she could imagine. Two handsome men on either side of her, and the city of lights watching over them all.
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October 16, 2012
Can You Know a Woman’s Orgasm History From the Way She Walks?
Researchers are claiming that they can tell whether a woman orgasms vaginally from the way she walks.
Belgian researchers watched videos of women walking, and were able to tell whether they regularly had orgasms from intercourse…
They took women with known histories of either vaginal orgasm or inability to orgasm from sex and videotaped them walking on the street, and their orgasmic status was judged by sexologists blind to their history.
‘In the sample of healthy young Belgian women, half of whom were vaginally orgasmic, history of vaginal orgasm that was triggered solely by penile-vaginal intercourse, was diagnosable at far better than chance.
In fact, the Belgian sexologists were able to judge correctly in 81% of the cases. So when you’re strolling down the street, be careful about how you walk… you never know who will be watching!
October 8, 2012
Welcome Redditors!
I’m doing an IAMA thread over at Reddit where anyone can ask me questions about being an erotica author. Check it out!
Here’s some proof of my sales for last month:
September 26, 2012
Fall Offerings in Erotica
Hi all, I’ve been in absentia for a while from the blog since I’ve been focusing on doing covers for other authors and learning GIMP. I do have a few new books up:
Party Favors 2: Labyrinth Menage
Irina, once again abandoned at a lavish gathering, wanders off into the estate’s garden and finds a trio of young Englishmen. She decides to lure them into the middle of the garden’s labyrinth, where the night is magical and NOTHING is off limits…
Marcus is shocked to find out that all of the new slaves – including Kapua, the beautiful young man that has captured his heart – are being sent to the gladiatorial arena to fight against another bloodthirsty group of gladiators. Will he be willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for the man he has come to love?
And I’m branching out into doing more graphic design stuff, making eBook covers for other authors. So if you know of anyone who needs a cover for their romance book, send them my way! And I’m working on a book right now called City Girl, Country Boy. It’ll be out by the end of the month, so keep your eyes open!
June 17, 2012
Summer Night Giveaway – Free Erotica Ebooks!
It’s summertime, which means you can get half-naked and go run around in the sunshine without people giving you weird looks! It also means time for some steamy threesomes and a summer bloghop with TONS of free erotica ebooks and some other goodies, too!
New Release: Threesome on the Ranch
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Summary:
Cal is jealous that the new ranch hand is taking Brandon’s attention. What he doesn’t realize is that Brandon has a wild night planned for the three of them. Will the new ranch hand agree to come along for the ride?
Excerpt:
The image of Brandon and Darrell came back to his mind, the two men locked in passion, their limbs entwined. Standing at the edge of the creek, Cal let himself imagine their lips moving over each other, licking and sucking at salty skin. His groin twitched with arousal and he stroked himself absentmindedly through his jeans.
Brandon’s hot lips sliding down, lower and lower, until his mouth met the other man’s cock and took him in whole–
Darrell leaning with his hands against the barn wall, naked as the day, his ass taut and inviting–
Both men’s bodies sliding slick against each other, the light of the fire only just illuminating their skin–
Cal opened his eyes and realized that he was hard, the arousal inside of him bubbling up uncontrollably. Deciding that it would be quicker to deal with his erection than wait for it to subside, he looked around him to make sure that he was alone before letting his hand slide his cock out of his pants and begin to stroke, soft at first and then hard. He bit down on his lip as his hand worked his erection, his thoughts sliding from place to place.
The kitchen table where Brandon had tied him up, thrusting his fingers in his ass–
Flooding in the creek, the rainclouds overhead–
Tumbling through the hayloft, their arms around each other in a wrestle that really wasn’t–
Cal was breathing hard, his hand sliding furiously across his hard cock, and when the brush behind him rustled he nearly jumped out of his skin. Covering himself with both hands, he stumbled back, almost falling over the smooth pebbles of the creek. Brandon came out of the darkness, illuminated only by moonlight.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you.” Brandon grinned, looking down at Cal’s naked cock. “Looks like you were a bit distracted.”
“Christ on a horse, Brandon, I thought you were a goddamn mountain lion.”
“Nah,” Brandon said, stepping forward. “Just a horny coyote.” He slid his hand over Cal’s loosely gripping the base of Cal’s cock. Cal pushed him away.
“What if Darrell sees us?” Cal tried to put his cock back into his trousers but was having a difficult time of it, both because of the light and because he was still one hundred percent aroused. But Darrell might be spying right now, might have followed Brandon to the river.
“Then I’ll ask him to come help me out.” Brandon wrapped his hand around Cal’s erection and began to slide his fingers up and down the shaft. Cal moaned, his cock throbbing under the delicious pressure of Brandon’s palm.
“Come on, cowboy,” Brandon said, coming around behind Cal, keeping the strokes even and hard. Cal, who was already in a heightened state of sensation, now let himself fall completely into this pleasure, leaning back against Brandon’s chest as he felt himself tipping, coming closer and closer to the edge. He closed his eyes, but the image that arose was that of Brandon and Darrell together, naked, both orgasming. Then Brandon’s thumb massaged the head of his cock and he jerked under the man’s fingers into a shivering climax, his cock spurting hot come into the darkness. He panted, feeling Brandon’s hot skin around him and behind him, the ripples of orgasm making him shudder once more before he finally relaxed.
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Summer Nights Giveaway
I’m doing a summer nights bloghop to give away a FREE copy of my latest book, Threesome on the Ranch, as well as ALL of the previous Ranch Hand stories! All you have to do to enter is leave a comment to this post (include an email if you want me to contact you or just check back to see who the winner is). Every comment on this post is entered to win my free book AND one of the grand prizes for the bloghop:
Digital Erotica Gift Basket with over 40 books
$100 Gift Card to EdenFantasys, fun sex toy shop
So leave a comment here and check out the other stops on the bloghop! What are you planning on doing to heat up your summer nights?
June 2, 2012
New Release – Rough Riding on the Ranch
New release this week – Rough Riding on the Ranch!
A new ranch hand series that’s rougher than ever! Cal’s world is turned on end when the ranch owner decides to fire Brandon. If this is their last week together, though, they’re going to make it a time to remember…
Excerpt:
Deep in concentration, Cal didn’t hear the noise from behind him. He saw the shadow a split second too late, turning just as the rope landed over his head and slid down his body. The lasso was pulled tight against his ankles and his boots were jerked out from under him.
“Son of a bitch!” he said, landing on his ass on the hard playa. A cloud of dust puffed out from where he hit the ground.
“Whooee!” Brandon rode his horse up next to Cal and stopped right over him. Cal raised his hand to block out the glaring sun, seeing nothing but a halo of light around the ranch hand’s rough blond hair. Brandon hopped off the horse in one swift motion, and Cal watched his body move, amazed at how lithe the city boy had become in his time there on the ranch.
“Did you see that?” Brandon said, hands on his hips. He was in awe of himself.
“Saw it? My ass felt it,” Cal said, leaning to untie the rope from around his ankles. Brandon yanked the rope again, though, and Cal was knocked off balance back onto the ground.
“Swear to christ Imma knock you to pieces if you do that again,” Cal growled.
“That a promise?” Brandon asked. Cal moved to untie the rope but Brandon was too fast, on top of him in a second, pinning him down against the dusty ground.
“You’re a goddamn nuisance,” Cal said, struggling only halfheartedly. Brandon was stronger than he looked, and there was no way Cal was going to get out from under him. Although the man straddling him had a lean figure, his body was all muscle, hard and taut from working as a ranch hand.
“Nuisance, huh?” Brandon’s voice was teasing now, coy. “You sure you want to call a man names when he has you tied up all helpless?”
“Could get out if I wanted to,” Cal said, knowing he couldn’t. Brandon raised one eyebrow.
“C’mon,” Cal said, resorting to pleading. “Got work to do.” The sun was slipping down across the sky quickly, and if he didn’t get the herd sorted by dusk–
“No more work,” Brandon said, slipping two rough, thick fingers under Cal’s waistline. Cal gulped. Suddenly the desert air had turned his throat dry, bone dry. It didn’t help matters when Brandon shifted back and leaned his head forward, pressing a hard kiss to Cal’s hipbone.
“Jesus, Brandon,” Cal said. “We can’t–it’s not–we’re in the open.”
“Ain’t nobody around but cows and cacti,” Brandon said, his breath warm against Cal’s skin, “and they’re not telling a word to noone.”
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Buy it now on Amazon or Smashwords!
May 27, 2012
My Language Trembles with Desire
Today’s erotic quote comes to us from France:
Language is a skin: I rub my language against the other. It is as if I had words instead of fingers, or fingers at the tip of my words. My language trembles with desire.
-Roland Barthes, literary critic and philosopher (1915-1980)
New release this weekend: The Billionaire’s Submission! I’m flipping 50 Shades of Gray on its head…because why can’t it be the woman rolling in the benjamins?
When Dr. Ethan Davy gets hired by drop-dead gorgeous billionaire Sophia Oliver, he is worried that she will discover why he was forced to leave his last research project. Because Ethan has a terrible, dark secret that nobody knows.
That nobody CAN know.
Excerpt:
Ethan had her pinned in a second, catching one arm as it reached up to push him away. His body pushed down hard against hers, and he saw her eyes widen as she felt his erection press again her stomach.
She had turned off the recorder.
Inside of himself Ethan was being torn by two warring parts of his mind. One part, the part he struggled to cling to, was trying with all of his might to regain control. The other part seethed inside of him, aroused, angered, impatient. Ethan was aware of all of the bodily sensations that were happening at that moment, but could not bring himself to control his own body.
Leaning over the billionaire, he lowered his mouth to her neck and pressed kisses onto her skin, sucking hard. He wanted to leave marks, wanted her to be his, wanted her to wake up with bruises as a reminder that she was his. His tongue traced the places on her neck that were already dark with blood underneath, burst capillaries that would take days to disappear from her skin. As a monster, he was satisfied that he had left his mark; as a man he was aghast at himself.
Then Sophia Oliver moaned, her legs coming up to tighten themselves around his waist, and Ethan’s arousal became uncontrollable. Growling with inhuman appetite, he pressed his mouth forcibly against hers, stifling her sound. He was shocked; shocked further, when she pressed back, biting at his lip hard enough to hurt. He drew back, his tongue tasting the coppery taste of blood on his lip.
The taste of his own blood.
His strong hands pulled Sophia’s red dress up, his teeth at her shoulder, bites that were hard enough to hurt but not quite pierce the skin. There was a part of him that was drawing back, trying to stop the violence, but it was not strong enough to overcome his lust. And then her moans, oh god, her moans. It was impossible to breathe, impossible to fight. He hoped that she would survive this, because he was not sure if he could stop himself now.
The dress bunching over her lean thighs, her soft skin. Ethan’s fingers drew up the fabric and slid underneath, letting his nails rake at her inner thigh. Then he stopped, his mind blank with desire.
She was not wearing any underwear. And–heaven help him, heaven help her and all of them–she was slick with desire.
May 13, 2012
Tony Stark and Bruce Banner: Gay Avengers
What happens when Aubrey goes to the movies and watches hot guys running around saving each other and being badass? Well, just about exactly what you’d think…
My two favorite characters in The Avengers were by far Tony Stark and Bruce Banner (that’s Iron Man and The Incredible Hulk) (both of these are Marvel characters, by the way, and I do not claim any rights to them at all) (except for the right to dream about hot gay superhero sex). Two sexy, brilliant scientists getting their research on? How could I NOT write a story about this!? So here it is, a hot little short that I hope you enjoy before or after going to see The Avengers…
April 29, 2012
Free Book out Today and Tuesday
I have a new story out: The Devil Made Him Do It, and it’s FREE today and Tuesday May 1st. Download your copy now!
When Wesley wakes up to find himself in hell, he is terrified at the prospect of eternal damnation. But when the devil turns out to be a handsome guy with a knack for bondage, Wes finds himself liking the idea of being tortured forever…
Excerpt:
“Look, Wes,” Don said, tossing the lollipop over his shoulder. It landed on the ground and burst into flames, incinerating instantly. “Can I call you Wes?”
Wesley nodded, speechless.
“Wes, let me tell you something. I know you’re going through a lot right now, but here’s the thing. Hell is fun.”
Wes looked up at him.
“Are you going to torture me?” He was simultaneously terrified and thrilled at the prospect, and he didn’t know which emotion was the irrational one. The man in front of him seemed genuinely friendly, and Wes certainly wouldn’t mind a bit of spanking from his hands, or perhaps some hot wax . . . Wesley blinked hard. What in hell was he thinking about?
“It’s all about what you want,” Don said, leaning back against the wall and letting his fingers play with the flames of fire emanating from the cracks. “I could torture you, sure. I could tie you up and spank you until your ass is red. I could whip you until you scream if that’s what you want.” He paused, and Wesley could see red sparks behind the shades of his sunglasses.
“Is that what you want?”
April 23, 2012
Breaking Up Is Hard to Do
I’ve been taking a break from writing since I recently broke off a long-term relationship, and writing romance when you’re not feeling romantic is harder than it seems! Nevertheless, I’m back on top and getting ready to publish a bunch more books, including my new series The Angel and His Demon. Look for it soon!
On a lighter note, I won an honorable mention on Smart Bitches,Trashy Books for their nipple description contest. That’s right, a nipple description contest. Here was my entry:
“Her breasts were the kind of rocket tits that appeared during Cold War Playboy spreads, the smooth lines of skin tapering down to nuclear pink tips. His tongue wandered over into the demilitarized dark zone of her areola, skimming lightly over the tiny raised bumps as though trying to work his way through a particularly hazardous minefield.”
I gotta say, I did enjoy the winning description:
“Her nipples beckoned him like elevator buttons. He pressed one to go down…”
My gay Shakespeare story about Rosencrantz and Guildenstern will also be up soon, so if you like Hamlet or cocks (or both) make sure you check in next week when that gets published. May is going to be a great month!
