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October 8, 2014
Throwback Thursday Tunes
Another great talent that we lost far too soon. He was one of the pioneers of rock and roll and his music is still enjoyed by new fans.
What`s your favorite Buddy Holly song?
What`s your favorite Buddy Holly song?
Reality Check Release Day!
Reality Check hits the ice skating today!
It's always so exciting when release day arrives. I hope everyone enjoys reading the fourth Wildcat book as much as I did writing it. It's not every day we get an erotic romance novel with an interracial couple in their 50`s. Let`s hope we continue to see couples that have a little wear on the tires!
You can get your copy of Reality Check at the following retailers:
Amazon
Barnes &Noble
All Romance eBooks
Secret Cravings Store
It's always so exciting when release day arrives. I hope everyone enjoys reading the fourth Wildcat book as much as I did writing it. It's not every day we get an erotic romance novel with an interracial couple in their 50`s. Let`s hope we continue to see couples that have a little wear on the tires!
You can get your copy of Reality Check at the following retailers:
Amazon
Barnes &Noble
All Romance eBooks
Secret Cravings Store
October 6, 2014
Tuesday Tales - Short
Welcome back to Tuesday Tales! It's time for more romance. I`m still sharing my previously written multicultural serial, White Moon, Yellow Leaves. Last week Dana and Jonah shared a warm Thanksgiving meal. Will Dana accept Jonah`s offer of a romantic stroll around Mud Puppy Lake? And what may happen if she does?
Our word prompt this week is 'Short'. Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
White Moon, Yellow Leaves
*~*~*
“Sure,” I replied to Jonah`s query with a smile. I`d need to walk back to Pittsburgh to work off all I had eaten today, but a stroll around Mud Puppy Lake was better than the nap I would usually have taken. We bundled up, told the stove-huggers where we were headed then stepped into the night. The temperature had dropped sharply while we had feasted.
“I bet there`ll be ice on the lake in the morning.” I blew into my hands as I stepped off the porch.
“Thin layer," Jonah said then reached over to place his hands over mine, keeping them cupped. He raised them to his lips and blew. “You want to go back for gloves?” he asked, each word steaming my palms. I shook my head dully. “Okay.” He released one hand. The other he held onto and led me to the worn path circling the water. We walked in silence for a few minutes, the grass and dead leaves brittle with frost under foot.
“So, you good with all this?” Jonah asked after we stopped to listen to two barred owls hooting back and forth to each other.
“Good with all what?”
“Me and you,” he said as we resumed walking off the stuffing.
“Is there a me and you?” I inquired. “I`m not trying to be catty or coy,” I explained, trying to peek around the blanket of black hair hiding his profile, “I`m just not sure we should take this past a pleasant flirtation.”
“So you`re looking for something short and superficial." He said it rather stiffly.
“I didn`t say that. I just assumed you`dbe looking for something short and superficial.”
He stopped then looked down at me, his fingers still clasping mine. “And why is that? Wait,” he interjected when my mouth opened. I wished I could see his face but his back was to the full moon. “It`s because I`m younger than you, right?”
“Partly,” I told him honestly. He made a short angry sound. “Okay, so you`re telling me that you want to date a woman that`s ten years older than you, has a child, and lives in another state?”
“The only impediment I see to us going out is the distance and your hang-ups. I told you I don`t care if you`re older or had a kid or are white. I like you. I think you`re funny, smart, hotter than hell, and a good mother. I want to get to know you better. End of story, or it would be if you`d stop throwing all that other bullshit in the way.”
I grew a bit short and tugged my hand from his. “Those are real concerns, Jonah. Life isn`t as simple as you`re trying to make it out to be.” I stalked off, keeping a good foot from the reeds that swayed at the edge of the lake.
“It can be,” he argued coming up on my left. “It can be as simple as two people who are attracted to each other wanting to get together. You`re heaping all your baggage onto the tracks, trying to derail a really good possible thing because you`re concerned about the size of your caboose. Or, what your ex thinks of the size of your ass, I guess I should say.”
“You need to stop talking to Josephine behind my back,” I spit at him and sped up. How dare she tell Jonah all those things I said to her in confidence? “The size of my ass has nothing to do with it.”
He grabbed my bicep bringing me to dead stop.
“Listen, she didn`t tell me anything that I didn`t already know. Do I look like your ex? Do I sound like him?" I shook my head. The moon shone brightly on the side of our faces. I could see now that he was growing quite angry. “That`s because I`m not him. Now, care to give me a damned chance at the least?”
“But how are we going to work out the logistics?” I insisted. It was so cold clouds of breath lingered in front of our faces.
“I don`t know, but we will. I can drive down some weekend.”
I gaped at him. “Drive down to Pittsburgh? That`s a long way to go to see a movie with a woman.”
“Depends on the movie and the woman,” he replied smoother than the surface of Mud Puppy Lake. Oh yeah, Jonah Big Deer was very good. I wanted to come back with something flip but my lips just formed a smile. His head slid to the left, his hair flowing off his shoulder to block out the moonlight.
“Are you smiling?” he teased, moving the hand that had been holding my arm downward until his fingers were tickling my wrist. “Is that a yes?”
“It`s a ‘you`re crazy, but if you drive down I`ll go out with you’ as opposed to a yes.”
“Damn, you are one tough woman to woo,” he chuckled, turning us both back to the path then placing his arm around my neck. It was heavy and warmed me better than any scarf ever knitted.
“Are you wooing me?” I asked coquettishly.
“I`d like to think I am,” he admitted as we rounded the far side of the water. We walked out onto the rickety boat launch. Four canoes and a johnboat were overturned on the shore, waiting for the snowfall that would bury them until next spring. “What kind of wooing do you prefer? Flowers? Candy?”
“God, no candy,” I groaned. Jonah pulled me closer to his side. I went willingly, my arguments against this new affair of the heart soundly beaten down by his honesty. “Teach me something in Seneca.”
I caught him glancing down at me. It was hard to judge what he was thinking as he looked over the nearby woods then stared at the sky.
“Kakë:'ët Ë:ní'ta:'” he said, reaching out to tip my chin upward. “That means white moon." I tried to repeat the words but they got tangled on my tongue.
“That was pretty horrible."He winced as I mangled a lovely language. “You work on those and when I come down next, I`ll try to teach you a few more.”
I nodded then followed the two owls we had heard moments ago as they left the trees on silent wings. They crossed across the white moon, their departure shaking some yellow leaves free.
Jonah dropped his head to kiss me. It was a soft kiss at first, tentative and unsure. I rose to my toes for more. Then the kiss deepened. My hands moved under his hair to find the back of his neck. We were both breathless when the kiss ended.
“I hope it doesn`t snow a lot this winter,” I confessed, his hands resting on my waist.
“Those Inuit’s aren`t the only natives that can be mushers,” he informed me slanting his mouth over mine for another taste.
To be continued . . .
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*
Care to read about Jonah and Dana`s first date? Good, because this serial isn`t over yet. We'll have a few entries that I wrote around the Christmas holidays, then we'll go directly into the conclusion of this romance, Wind in White Birch.
Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented Tuesday Tales authors.
Tuesday Tales
Our word prompt this week is 'Short'. Please do check out the other wonderful writers after you`re done reading by clicking on the Tuesday Tales link at the bottom. Thanks for stopping in!
White Moon, Yellow Leaves
*~*~*
“Sure,” I replied to Jonah`s query with a smile. I`d need to walk back to Pittsburgh to work off all I had eaten today, but a stroll around Mud Puppy Lake was better than the nap I would usually have taken. We bundled up, told the stove-huggers where we were headed then stepped into the night. The temperature had dropped sharply while we had feasted.
“I bet there`ll be ice on the lake in the morning.” I blew into my hands as I stepped off the porch.
“Thin layer," Jonah said then reached over to place his hands over mine, keeping them cupped. He raised them to his lips and blew. “You want to go back for gloves?” he asked, each word steaming my palms. I shook my head dully. “Okay.” He released one hand. The other he held onto and led me to the worn path circling the water. We walked in silence for a few minutes, the grass and dead leaves brittle with frost under foot.
“So, you good with all this?” Jonah asked after we stopped to listen to two barred owls hooting back and forth to each other.
“Good with all what?”
“Me and you,” he said as we resumed walking off the stuffing.
“Is there a me and you?” I inquired. “I`m not trying to be catty or coy,” I explained, trying to peek around the blanket of black hair hiding his profile, “I`m just not sure we should take this past a pleasant flirtation.”
“So you`re looking for something short and superficial." He said it rather stiffly.
“I didn`t say that. I just assumed you`dbe looking for something short and superficial.”
He stopped then looked down at me, his fingers still clasping mine. “And why is that? Wait,” he interjected when my mouth opened. I wished I could see his face but his back was to the full moon. “It`s because I`m younger than you, right?”
“Partly,” I told him honestly. He made a short angry sound. “Okay, so you`re telling me that you want to date a woman that`s ten years older than you, has a child, and lives in another state?”
“The only impediment I see to us going out is the distance and your hang-ups. I told you I don`t care if you`re older or had a kid or are white. I like you. I think you`re funny, smart, hotter than hell, and a good mother. I want to get to know you better. End of story, or it would be if you`d stop throwing all that other bullshit in the way.”
I grew a bit short and tugged my hand from his. “Those are real concerns, Jonah. Life isn`t as simple as you`re trying to make it out to be.” I stalked off, keeping a good foot from the reeds that swayed at the edge of the lake.
“It can be,” he argued coming up on my left. “It can be as simple as two people who are attracted to each other wanting to get together. You`re heaping all your baggage onto the tracks, trying to derail a really good possible thing because you`re concerned about the size of your caboose. Or, what your ex thinks of the size of your ass, I guess I should say.”
“You need to stop talking to Josephine behind my back,” I spit at him and sped up. How dare she tell Jonah all those things I said to her in confidence? “The size of my ass has nothing to do with it.”
He grabbed my bicep bringing me to dead stop.
“Listen, she didn`t tell me anything that I didn`t already know. Do I look like your ex? Do I sound like him?" I shook my head. The moon shone brightly on the side of our faces. I could see now that he was growing quite angry. “That`s because I`m not him. Now, care to give me a damned chance at the least?”
“But how are we going to work out the logistics?” I insisted. It was so cold clouds of breath lingered in front of our faces.
“I don`t know, but we will. I can drive down some weekend.”
I gaped at him. “Drive down to Pittsburgh? That`s a long way to go to see a movie with a woman.”
“Depends on the movie and the woman,” he replied smoother than the surface of Mud Puppy Lake. Oh yeah, Jonah Big Deer was very good. I wanted to come back with something flip but my lips just formed a smile. His head slid to the left, his hair flowing off his shoulder to block out the moonlight.
“Are you smiling?” he teased, moving the hand that had been holding my arm downward until his fingers were tickling my wrist. “Is that a yes?”
“It`s a ‘you`re crazy, but if you drive down I`ll go out with you’ as opposed to a yes.”
“Damn, you are one tough woman to woo,” he chuckled, turning us both back to the path then placing his arm around my neck. It was heavy and warmed me better than any scarf ever knitted.
“Are you wooing me?” I asked coquettishly.
“I`d like to think I am,” he admitted as we rounded the far side of the water. We walked out onto the rickety boat launch. Four canoes and a johnboat were overturned on the shore, waiting for the snowfall that would bury them until next spring. “What kind of wooing do you prefer? Flowers? Candy?”
“God, no candy,” I groaned. Jonah pulled me closer to his side. I went willingly, my arguments against this new affair of the heart soundly beaten down by his honesty. “Teach me something in Seneca.”
I caught him glancing down at me. It was hard to judge what he was thinking as he looked over the nearby woods then stared at the sky.
“Kakë:'ët Ë:ní'ta:'” he said, reaching out to tip my chin upward. “That means white moon." I tried to repeat the words but they got tangled on my tongue.
“That was pretty horrible."He winced as I mangled a lovely language. “You work on those and when I come down next, I`ll try to teach you a few more.”
I nodded then followed the two owls we had heard moments ago as they left the trees on silent wings. They crossed across the white moon, their departure shaking some yellow leaves free.
Jonah dropped his head to kiss me. It was a soft kiss at first, tentative and unsure. I rose to my toes for more. Then the kiss deepened. My hands moved under his hair to find the back of his neck. We were both breathless when the kiss ended.
“I hope it doesn`t snow a lot this winter,” I confessed, his hands resting on my waist.
“Those Inuit’s aren`t the only natives that can be mushers,” he informed me slanting his mouth over mine for another taste.
To be continued . . .
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*
Care to read about Jonah and Dana`s first date? Good, because this serial isn`t over yet. We'll have a few entries that I wrote around the Christmas holidays, then we'll go directly into the conclusion of this romance, Wind in White Birch.
Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented Tuesday Tales authors.
Tuesday Tales
October 4, 2014
A Visit From Beverly Ovalle
I know y`all will love meeting Beverly, another Secret Cravings author. She`s got some of the hottest romances this side of the Pecos! Be warned, there is a mature content excerpt down yonder. If you are easily offended don`t read the excerpt. Simple as pie, right?
Triple D Dude RanchBy Beverly OvallePublished by Secret Cravings PublishingOctober 4, 2014
Tagline:One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.
Blurb:Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her. Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
Available:
Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=951Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Triple-Dude-Ranch-Weekend-Getaways-ebook/dp/B00O2FCPGG/
Adult Excerpt:She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.
Author bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
Contact Links:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeverlyOvalleAuthorWebsite: http://ovalleba.wix.com/beverly-ovalle#Blog: http://beverlyovalleromance.blogspot.com/ Tumblr: http://ovalleba.tumblr.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/ovalleba Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ovalleba/Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Beverly-Ovalle/e/B00BOGT8MU/ LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/BeverlyOvalle Yahoo: http://about.me/beverly.ovalleTwitter: https://twitter.com/SSLYblogFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SslySmileSomebodyLovesYouBlog: http://SSLYblog.wordpress.com
Triple D Dude RanchBy Beverly OvallePublished by Secret Cravings PublishingOctober 4, 2014
Tagline:One look ignites a smolder between Dan and Blaire, one touch sparks a wildfire that burns out of control, hotter than the Texas sun.
Blurb:Blaire is a freelance photographer on assignment. She is heading home to Texas, armed with her camera to do a photo feature for the Tribune. Taking photos of the dude ranch, she gets an eyeful of an uninhibited cowboy through her lens. The summer heat of Texas has nothing on the heat he generates in her. Dan was expecting a photographer but not the sexy urban cowgirl that arrived. He knew it was hot out, he just hadn’t expected the hot and sexy woman to make him burn the minute he caught sight of her. One look and he had to quench this fire inside.One touch between Dan and Blaire sparks a wildfire that burns hotter than the Texas summer and is just as hard to put out.
Available:
Secret Cravings Publishing: http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=951Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Triple-Dude-Ranch-Weekend-Getaways-ebook/dp/B00O2FCPGG/
Adult Excerpt:She was in a white bandana halter from what he could see. Tied at her nape and waist, he could see her smooth toned back. Her hair was tied up in a pink bandana and Dan wondered how long it was. Her short denim cut off skirt gave just a peek at toned, heart shaped butt cheeks. His gaze traveled lower and he had to stifle a laugh. She had on four-inch spiked cowboy boots. Pink, no less.Dan’s breath caught as she cursed and leaned over to pick something up off the ground. He had to wonder if she knew he was there. She took a deep breath and leaned over from her waist. He swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. Raising his binoculars he confirmed what he thought. No panties; not even the teasing peek of a thong. As she bent he had a perfect view of her ass and pussy. His cock grew, throbbing to come out and play. She either thought it was too hot for panties, or she liked to go commando. Either way Dan was appreciative.She stretched further, spreading her legs slightly. Dan wanted to run his hands over the curve of her ass and sink into the delicate pink folds he was staring at. He stifled a grown. Her lips spread as she arched down with a groan, giving him an unrestricted view of her snatch, daring him to fill it. Her clit, which was nestled there, peeked out like it wanted to be noticed. Boy did he notice!Dan sat there on his horse, cock aching as she moved. She twisted and turned with grace, giving Dan an eyeful. She paid no attention to her surroundings as she looked through the lens taking shots. Dan loved curves and she had them in spades. Not only did she have a world class ass and a pussy that was just begging to be fucked, but the bandana top she wore barely covered her. White, it was damp and clung to her breasts showcasing her pink nipples through the fabric. So large, they had to be triple-D’s. He swallowed.Dan realized Mike’s warped sense of humor was why he said he had the perfect photographer. Shaking his head at Mike’s choice Dan grinned. Sending this particular bombshell with triple-D boobs to the Triple D Dude Ranch was right up his alley. Watching them quiver as she moved, Dan wanted nothing more than to latch on and suckle them until her nipples hardened and stood out. Dan groaned watching her, knowing he would have to call and thank Mike.His jeans grew even tighter. Dan shifted on his horse, becoming more uncomfortable as he watched her. Fumbling, watching through the binoculars, he unbuttoned his Levi’s, hissing as he scraped against the denim as his cock sprang free. Letting the reins rest across his leg and making sure his horse would stay steady, he grabbed and fisted himself. Pumping, he imagined he was inside the pink glistening pussy of the wannabe cowgirl, he tightened his hand.
Author bio:
Beverly Ovalle lives in Wisconsin with her husband Edmond of 25 years and two Chinese Water Dragons. Having her own Dragons is expected as she is dragon crazy and anyone that walks in her house can tell. Her son Nicholas visits when he is on leave from the Marines. Her daughter Susannah visits from time to time to make sure us ‘old’ folks are alive and kicking.
Beverly has traveled around the world thanks to five years in the US Navy and has worked for the government in one capacity or another for the past 30 years. Beverly and her brothers have travelled most of the continental United States as children due to the station wagon from Hell. Still active with veterans, she is adjutant for her local AMVETS.
Beverly has been reading romances since her Aunt introduced her to the gothic romance in the fourth grade and is still reading every chance she gets.
Contact Links:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/BeverlyOvalleAuthorWebsite: http://ovalleba.wix.com/beverly-ovalle#Blog: http://beverlyovalleromance.blogspot.com/ Tumblr: http://ovalleba.tumblr.com/Twitter: https://twitter.com/ovalleba Pinterest: http://pinterest.com/ovalleba/Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Beverly-Ovalle/e/B00BOGT8MU/ LinkedIn: http://www.linkedin.com/BeverlyOvalle Yahoo: http://about.me/beverly.ovalleTwitter: https://twitter.com/SSLYblogFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/SslySmileSomebodyLovesYouBlog: http://SSLYblog.wordpress.com
A Crumby Mystery
As most folks know who visit here, I rather like animals. I`m pretty fond of the all the barnyard critters we raise. I love dogs and adore cats. *Hugs for Lucius and Lu-Lu.*
Cats are amazing and special creatures. They are sleek, seductive, secretive and loving. Yes, that loving might not come when you snap your fingers, but a cat is not a dog. If you demand instant affection, a boxer is for you, not a cat. I love that independent air a cat exudes. They are truly mysterious and marvelous creatures.
I have owned cats for nigh onto forty years. My mother was not a cat person, but as soon as I had my own place I had a cat, or two. So speaking from forty years of cat ownership, I dare say there are many things that we humans do not grasp about feline behavior.
One of the many mysterious things about cats is this--
Why do cats refuse to eat the crumbs of their dry food?
Is it not the same exact food that they gobble down like starved Tasmanian devils, then promptly vomit back up, as soon as you let them back in the house?
Do the crumbs taste different? How would that be possible if they did?
Do the crumbs become tainted somehow? Is that why cats refuse to eat them?
Could it be that licking the bottom of a bowl is dog behavior, and cats do not wish to behave like a dog?
And why, when you do finally get tired of seeing your cat/cats staring forlornly at the crumbs in the bottom of the dish, do they then run over to eat those same crumbs after you dump them into the dog dish?
So many questions. And nary a cat to be found that is willing to talk.
Cats are amazing and special creatures. They are sleek, seductive, secretive and loving. Yes, that loving might not come when you snap your fingers, but a cat is not a dog. If you demand instant affection, a boxer is for you, not a cat. I love that independent air a cat exudes. They are truly mysterious and marvelous creatures.
I have owned cats for nigh onto forty years. My mother was not a cat person, but as soon as I had my own place I had a cat, or two. So speaking from forty years of cat ownership, I dare say there are many things that we humans do not grasp about feline behavior.
One of the many mysterious things about cats is this--
Why do cats refuse to eat the crumbs of their dry food?
Is it not the same exact food that they gobble down like starved Tasmanian devils, then promptly vomit back up, as soon as you let them back in the house?
Do the crumbs taste different? How would that be possible if they did?
Do the crumbs become tainted somehow? Is that why cats refuse to eat them?
Could it be that licking the bottom of a bowl is dog behavior, and cats do not wish to behave like a dog?
And why, when you do finally get tired of seeing your cat/cats staring forlornly at the crumbs in the bottom of the dish, do they then run over to eat those same crumbs after you dump them into the dog dish?
So many questions. And nary a cat to be found that is willing to talk.
October 3, 2014
Katherine Halle Is Here!
Please give Katherine a big welcome! She's here to share a character interview with us. I just love getting to know those wonderful creations authors come up with better, don`t you? So get comfy and meet Julian Hart!
*~*~*
Interview with Julian Hart
I'm talking with Julian Hart, member of the Stone Pack, mate to Alpha Stone, and former werewolf hunter."Hey now, I still hunt, it's just ever since the Werewolf Co-Op the rogue population has been drastically reduced so I don't hunt so much anymore. But I’m still a hunter."So how does that work? Being mated to an Alpha Werewolf and being a hunter?Julian laughs. "Well it certainly has made things interesting," he wiggles his eyebrows and gives me a bit of a leer.I laugh right along with him. "So you would say it's spiced things up in the bedroom?""I'd say things were pretty spicy already," he winks at me. "That's just another facet of our dynamic."So what's a typical day look like for Julian Hart?"Hmm, well, breakfast with the Pack, I check my contacts, my email, see if there's any jobs that I've been contracted for, check in with Stone, lunch with the Pack, I don't know, most days are pretty routine, boring," he laughs again.I can't imagine life with Alpha Stone is boring.His cheeks pink up and he ducks his head, rubbing at his upper lip with a finger. "Nah, life with Stone is anything but boring, that's for sure."How are you getting on with Eve? I know things started out tense."Eve's good. She's a good second, no doubt about that."Second? I thought Mitch was second."Yeah, well there was a bit of jostling, Eve is second now, Mitch was happy to take a step back for a bit."Huh. That got a bit heavy, so lemme lighten things up a bit. Top or bottom?"HA HA, wouldn't you like to know. You read the our story, what do you think?"Favorite color?"Blue."Favorite food?"Pizza and beer of course. But then Bastien makes this exquisite shrimp dish with bacon and cream sauce, oh man, it's to die for."Leather or lace?He snorts. "Both? But I prefer leather." He winks at me again.Okay, last question. Is this it for you? I mean you and Stone?A slow content smile spreads across his face. "Yeah, yeah it is."Thank you for being with us today Julian and giving us a look into your life.
You can read all about Julian and Alpha Stone in Cast The First Stoneby Katherine Halle which you can find here:Official Blurb: On the trail of a rogue werewolf, hunter Julian Hart takes on more than he can handle when he meets up with Alpha Stone. His hunt uncovers secrets within lies and a plot for vengeance no one saw coming. When the smoke clears, what Julian finds at the end of the trail will forever change his life and the lives of everyone he holds dear.
Excerpt: "I took the liberty of moving your stuff from the motel. I had it put into one of my guestrooms. You'll stay here tonight."
"Now wait just a damn minute." I could feel the anger whirling inside me. How dare he move my things without my permission? I didn't want to stay here in his house. The sole human amidst a pack of wolves. Literally.
In a flash, he had me pinned to the wall, his arm across my throat. Just as fast, I had my knife out and pressed against his side. He laughed, the rich sound washing over me, sending my blood places I didn't want it to go. "Touché." The pressure on my throat loosened minutely. "Seems we are at an impasse. I want you here. I can't keep you safe atthe motel. There are some in my territory that don't take too kindly to hunters."
"You mean like Eve?"
"Yes, like Eve. I can't control every single werewolf activity that happens. There will always be someone that makes a bad choice, despite my orders that you are offlimits.I would hate to have to punish someone after the fact. I'd rather just prevent it from happening in the first place."
"Who says I would be safe under your roof?" I met his blue eyes defiantly, pressing the knife into his side enough to slice through the fabric of his shirt. He hissed as the blade laced with wolfsbane bit into his skin. I felt a momentary pang of regret, but it vanished when he pushed closer, nosing at the pulse in my neck.
"I can smell your excitement," he breathed out, his lips moving over my skin.
I pushed against him. "Can you smell my anger?" I snarled.
Another dark chuckle washed over my skin. "Yes, and it smells delicious. Now, are we done? You're not going back to that fleabag motel."
Bio:Katherine Halle is known as the “Queen of Happy Endings.” She firmly believes that no matter what the obstacles, what the struggles, or how much angst is involved in the journey, that the ending should always be a happy one.
Katherine’s love of the written word started at a very early age with repeated demands of “read to me” to any who would listen. It was only natural that writing would follow. As a child, she could often be found daydreaming, thinking up fanciful stories and writing them down. Now she does it on a laptop. Much faster.
Katherine’s favorite animal is her dog. She likes books, movies, and quirky television shows, such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Hart of Dixie. She loves cooking and watching cooking shows. She has lived in both Europe and the United States and loved both. When she’s not writing or plotting, Katherine enjoys spending her time listening to music, reading books written by other people, and being with her family.
You can find Katherine on:Twitter: https://twitter.com/KatherineHalle Dreamwidth: http://thraceadams.dreamwidth.org/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5761673.Katherine_HalleWordpress: http://katherinehalle.wordpress.com/ Email: katherinehalle@yahoo.com
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Interview with Julian Hart
I'm talking with Julian Hart, member of the Stone Pack, mate to Alpha Stone, and former werewolf hunter."Hey now, I still hunt, it's just ever since the Werewolf Co-Op the rogue population has been drastically reduced so I don't hunt so much anymore. But I’m still a hunter."So how does that work? Being mated to an Alpha Werewolf and being a hunter?Julian laughs. "Well it certainly has made things interesting," he wiggles his eyebrows and gives me a bit of a leer.I laugh right along with him. "So you would say it's spiced things up in the bedroom?""I'd say things were pretty spicy already," he winks at me. "That's just another facet of our dynamic."So what's a typical day look like for Julian Hart?"Hmm, well, breakfast with the Pack, I check my contacts, my email, see if there's any jobs that I've been contracted for, check in with Stone, lunch with the Pack, I don't know, most days are pretty routine, boring," he laughs again.I can't imagine life with Alpha Stone is boring.His cheeks pink up and he ducks his head, rubbing at his upper lip with a finger. "Nah, life with Stone is anything but boring, that's for sure."How are you getting on with Eve? I know things started out tense."Eve's good. She's a good second, no doubt about that."Second? I thought Mitch was second."Yeah, well there was a bit of jostling, Eve is second now, Mitch was happy to take a step back for a bit."Huh. That got a bit heavy, so lemme lighten things up a bit. Top or bottom?"HA HA, wouldn't you like to know. You read the our story, what do you think?"Favorite color?"Blue."Favorite food?"Pizza and beer of course. But then Bastien makes this exquisite shrimp dish with bacon and cream sauce, oh man, it's to die for."Leather or lace?He snorts. "Both? But I prefer leather." He winks at me again.Okay, last question. Is this it for you? I mean you and Stone?A slow content smile spreads across his face. "Yeah, yeah it is."Thank you for being with us today Julian and giving us a look into your life.
You can read all about Julian and Alpha Stone in Cast The First Stoneby Katherine Halle which you can find here:Official Blurb: On the trail of a rogue werewolf, hunter Julian Hart takes on more than he can handle when he meets up with Alpha Stone. His hunt uncovers secrets within lies and a plot for vengeance no one saw coming. When the smoke clears, what Julian finds at the end of the trail will forever change his life and the lives of everyone he holds dear.
Excerpt: "I took the liberty of moving your stuff from the motel. I had it put into one of my guestrooms. You'll stay here tonight."
"Now wait just a damn minute." I could feel the anger whirling inside me. How dare he move my things without my permission? I didn't want to stay here in his house. The sole human amidst a pack of wolves. Literally.
In a flash, he had me pinned to the wall, his arm across my throat. Just as fast, I had my knife out and pressed against his side. He laughed, the rich sound washing over me, sending my blood places I didn't want it to go. "Touché." The pressure on my throat loosened minutely. "Seems we are at an impasse. I want you here. I can't keep you safe atthe motel. There are some in my territory that don't take too kindly to hunters."
"You mean like Eve?"
"Yes, like Eve. I can't control every single werewolf activity that happens. There will always be someone that makes a bad choice, despite my orders that you are offlimits.I would hate to have to punish someone after the fact. I'd rather just prevent it from happening in the first place."
"Who says I would be safe under your roof?" I met his blue eyes defiantly, pressing the knife into his side enough to slice through the fabric of his shirt. He hissed as the blade laced with wolfsbane bit into his skin. I felt a momentary pang of regret, but it vanished when he pushed closer, nosing at the pulse in my neck.
"I can smell your excitement," he breathed out, his lips moving over my skin.
I pushed against him. "Can you smell my anger?" I snarled.
Another dark chuckle washed over my skin. "Yes, and it smells delicious. Now, are we done? You're not going back to that fleabag motel."
Bio:Katherine Halle is known as the “Queen of Happy Endings.” She firmly believes that no matter what the obstacles, what the struggles, or how much angst is involved in the journey, that the ending should always be a happy one.
Katherine’s love of the written word started at a very early age with repeated demands of “read to me” to any who would listen. It was only natural that writing would follow. As a child, she could often be found daydreaming, thinking up fanciful stories and writing them down. Now she does it on a laptop. Much faster.
Katherine’s favorite animal is her dog. She likes books, movies, and quirky television shows, such as Buffy the Vampire Slayer and Hart of Dixie. She loves cooking and watching cooking shows. She has lived in both Europe and the United States and loved both. When she’s not writing or plotting, Katherine enjoys spending her time listening to music, reading books written by other people, and being with her family.
You can find Katherine on:Twitter: https://twitter.com/KatherineHalle Dreamwidth: http://thraceadams.dreamwidth.org/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5761673.Katherine_HalleWordpress: http://katherinehalle.wordpress.com/ Email: katherinehalle@yahoo.com
October 2, 2014
Lily Harlem Visits Today
Please welcome Lily back to our little corner of the interweb! Take it away, Lily.
Oh, and let`s just slap this up so no one can say they weren`t warned. The following post contains mature content. If that offends, then read no further. Lily won't be offended, nor will I. Okay, now back to Lily taking it away.
Well, excuse me but I just happen to like crowds! Actually I don't when it comes to everyday life. If I'm out shopping and get caught in a gust of people or I'm on the Tube being bustled along, I can feel quite panicked, more so since I've lived in the countryside and become used to having space around me. But when it comes to writing novels, and my characters falling in love and into bed, then yes, the more the merrier!
The first menage a trois book I read was Colter's Woman by Maya Banks. It's a fairly simple plot compared to some of the more complex novels I've read (and written) since. Three brothers who like to share one woman, and a woman - once over the initial shock of their desires - who has a great time!
It was the dynamics of the characters emotions that got me thinking and then spurred me onto write my first menage a trois novel, Shared. The plot idea came from a headline in the letting section of the local paper "Room to Let - Wanted Girl to Share." Me being me with my naughty mind started thinking what if two hot guys placed that advert, and like the brothers in Colter's Woman, really did want a girl to share in every sense of the word?
So Shared was born, and then Shared Too. The complexities of a polyamorous relationship was like a gift that kept on giving for me as an author, and although it's possible to leave off on a happy ever after, there is always going to be something to go back to with such an unconventional relationship.
I've kept on writing my threesome stories and, I'm pleased to say, readers have kept on reading them. It's something I really enjoy writing about. Making sure the men (because I usually go in the two guys and one girl route) are sufficiently different in their personalities and needs and the heroine is believable in how she handles and responds to her blokes.
I do know a threesome in real life. They live in the village and again it's two guys and a girl. Perhaps it's because I'm more open-minded than some people, (because of my writing and the erotica authors and readers I spend my days hanging out with online) that I didn't bat an eye when I saw them together at a BBQ - her holding his hand one minute and then sitting on the other's knee the next - but some of my friends were quite shocked by it - Mmm, maybe shocked is the wrong word, fascinated, enthralled, curious, it took up a good chunk of our 'wine and gossip time' at the local the next week!
Inquisitiveness is the reaction, I suppose, that makes ménage a trois novels so popular. It's not a situation many women find themselves in, being loved and adored and satisfied by two men, so their lifestyle and choices are interesting to other women - I'm talking relationships here, not just a good old romp between the sheets.
Jealousy I think is one of the big hurdles for non-threesome type people to understand. "How can he not be jealous if the woman he loves is screwing another man?" Well, if he thinks it's hot to see them together he's going to have a great time, he might even join in - a bit of double penetration always makes for a fun scene! Also if that's the plan, the agreement, and they all have reasons for this working for them individually as well as a group then it will be just fine.
The men might be into each other (this is the theme for my novels The Glass Knot and The Silk Tie). The men like each other too, they kiss, enjoy oral sex, fuck and she loves being part of the action. She likes to watch, get on top of them, beneath them, in-between them. Gorgeous naked guys who are into each other and getting down and dirty, are, let's face it, a seriously sexy thing to witness!
The men being into each other adds new twists to the story, to the way the characters interact and makes for a fabulous range of new sexual exploits. Of course they are all stories, but they could be real, these things could and do happen, but just not to the majority, so having novels to read about threesomes lets us all jump, vicariously, into bed with a couple of hot men even if it's just between the pages of a book!
Thanks for reading, do leave your thoughts on ménage a trois in the comments below.
Lily x
The Silk
“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”
New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.
The Silk Tie is available from AmazonThe Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information
Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
Excerpt
The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”There was a knock at the door.We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.The door opened and Brent walked in.He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”“Yes.” I nodded.He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”He released me and turned to Gabe.I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”“Yes, really.”“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.Gabe was utterly still at my side.Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.Gabe panted and stared downward.I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.He began to withdraw.Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”“Not…like this…I want…I need…”
Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Iceseries regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her novel, Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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Oh, and let`s just slap this up so no one can say they weren`t warned. The following post contains mature content. If that offends, then read no further. Lily won't be offended, nor will I. Okay, now back to Lily taking it away.
Well, excuse me but I just happen to like crowds! Actually I don't when it comes to everyday life. If I'm out shopping and get caught in a gust of people or I'm on the Tube being bustled along, I can feel quite panicked, more so since I've lived in the countryside and become used to having space around me. But when it comes to writing novels, and my characters falling in love and into bed, then yes, the more the merrier!
The first menage a trois book I read was Colter's Woman by Maya Banks. It's a fairly simple plot compared to some of the more complex novels I've read (and written) since. Three brothers who like to share one woman, and a woman - once over the initial shock of their desires - who has a great time!
It was the dynamics of the characters emotions that got me thinking and then spurred me onto write my first menage a trois novel, Shared. The plot idea came from a headline in the letting section of the local paper "Room to Let - Wanted Girl to Share." Me being me with my naughty mind started thinking what if two hot guys placed that advert, and like the brothers in Colter's Woman, really did want a girl to share in every sense of the word?
So Shared was born, and then Shared Too. The complexities of a polyamorous relationship was like a gift that kept on giving for me as an author, and although it's possible to leave off on a happy ever after, there is always going to be something to go back to with such an unconventional relationship.
I've kept on writing my threesome stories and, I'm pleased to say, readers have kept on reading them. It's something I really enjoy writing about. Making sure the men (because I usually go in the two guys and one girl route) are sufficiently different in their personalities and needs and the heroine is believable in how she handles and responds to her blokes.
I do know a threesome in real life. They live in the village and again it's two guys and a girl. Perhaps it's because I'm more open-minded than some people, (because of my writing and the erotica authors and readers I spend my days hanging out with online) that I didn't bat an eye when I saw them together at a BBQ - her holding his hand one minute and then sitting on the other's knee the next - but some of my friends were quite shocked by it - Mmm, maybe shocked is the wrong word, fascinated, enthralled, curious, it took up a good chunk of our 'wine and gossip time' at the local the next week!
Inquisitiveness is the reaction, I suppose, that makes ménage a trois novels so popular. It's not a situation many women find themselves in, being loved and adored and satisfied by two men, so their lifestyle and choices are interesting to other women - I'm talking relationships here, not just a good old romp between the sheets.
Jealousy I think is one of the big hurdles for non-threesome type people to understand. "How can he not be jealous if the woman he loves is screwing another man?" Well, if he thinks it's hot to see them together he's going to have a great time, he might even join in - a bit of double penetration always makes for a fun scene! Also if that's the plan, the agreement, and they all have reasons for this working for them individually as well as a group then it will be just fine.
The men might be into each other (this is the theme for my novels The Glass Knot and The Silk Tie). The men like each other too, they kiss, enjoy oral sex, fuck and she loves being part of the action. She likes to watch, get on top of them, beneath them, in-between them. Gorgeous naked guys who are into each other and getting down and dirty, are, let's face it, a seriously sexy thing to witness!
The men being into each other adds new twists to the story, to the way the characters interact and makes for a fabulous range of new sexual exploits. Of course they are all stories, but they could be real, these things could and do happen, but just not to the majority, so having novels to read about threesomes lets us all jump, vicariously, into bed with a couple of hot men even if it's just between the pages of a book!
Thanks for reading, do leave your thoughts on ménage a trois in the comments below.
Lily x
The Silk
“If you enjoyed The Glass Knot you’ll LOVE The Silk Tie.”
New from Lily Harlem, The Silk Tie, a steamy ménage a trois novel (mmf) that celebrates desire, fantasy and follows the brave decision of a woman to let a third into her relationship. It’s steamy, sexy and leaves no detail unexplored. Grab a copy, settle down and enjoy a rollercoaster of emotions with Hayley, Gabe and Brent.
The Silk Tie is available from AmazonThe Glass Knot is available from Amazon and all other good ebook retailers
Back cover information
Professional life in the City of London is tough going which is why my husband Gabe and I live by the motto work hard and play hard. So when something, or rather someone, comes along that changes how he wants to play I’m intrigued by our sexy new game.
But there's always private sides to the ones you love, and in this case new thoughts and desires are stealing Gabe’s dreams. It’s not until I meet Brent—gorgeous and sophisticated yet soul-achingly alone—that I begin to understand the complex layers of Gabe’s needs and exactly what I have to do.
But I’m not afraid; in fact the idea of two men turns me the hell on. In a whirlwind of romance, fear, desire and a new cresting wave of passion we open up to each other, testing the water for one weekend only. Or is it? Will we ever be the same again? Can Gabe and I survive our decision to let a third into our bed? Can Brent just walk away and, more importantly, will we let him?
Excerpt
The bathroom door opened, and Gabe wandered out wearing his favorite pair of worn jeans. His chest was bare and his hair was damp and pushed back over his head. He’d shaved that morning but I could smell a fresh application of his most expensive cologne.“How are you doing?” I asked, standing.Damn, he looked so absolutely fuckable.He walked up to me and cupped my face. “I’m fine, are you?”“Yes.” My stomach was tense and my skin hot and tingly, a bit like going up the ramp on a rollercoaster. But I was okay.“No matter what happens, remember I love you,” Gabe said. “You’re my wife, my soul mate. Nothing can change that.”“I know, and you remember that this is your moment of fun with Brent. Go with it. Forget I’m here. Realize the fantasy.”“I doubt I’ll forget that you’re here…” He paused and smiled. “Well, maybe a little.”I ran my hand down his chest then smoothed it over the lower curve of his defined pectoral muscles. “I put out the lube and condoms.”He glanced at the locker. “Thanks.”There was a knock at the door.We both looked at each other then at the entrance to the room.The door opened and Brent walked in.He wore tight black boxers and nothing else. Like Gabe’s, his hair was damp.He shut the door up and stood still, staring at us.Gabe dropped his hands from my face and I took a step away.“It’s dark in here,” Brent said.“Too dark?” Gabe asked. “I can open the curtains.”“No, it’s perfect,” Brent said, walking around the end of the bed and up to Gabe. “I can see you but it’s not dazzling. My eyes are adjusting now.” He smiled and gestured to the chair, looked my way. “You’ve found your viewing position, I see.”“Yes.” I nodded.He stepped past Gabe, reached for my hand and drew my knuckles to his lips. “I hope you enjoy the show.”I swallowed. “I’m sure I will.”He released me and turned to Gabe.I admired Brent’s torso as he moved. Long and sleek, his muscles rippled gently beneath the surface. He didn’t appear to have any fat on him, he was just neat, harnessed strength. And his boxers covered an impressive bulge, the outline of which was easily made out. I’d guess he was already half-mast just with the anticipation of fucking Gabe.“You smell good,” he said to Gabe as he ran the tip of his index finger over Gabe’s shoulder and down his bicep. “Delicious, in fact.”Gabe tensed. “Thank you.”“Relax,” Brent said. “You want this.”“I do,” Gabe said, “I want you.”Brent smiled then leaned forward and kissed my husband.I stood and watched, mesmerized, the way I had been when I’d spied on them. Their large jaws moved in time. Both men had their eyes shut and the dance of their mouths showed their sleek tongues touching and exploring.Gabe moaned a little, how he did when he became lost in a kiss, and he set his hands on the sides of Brent’s waist. The touch seemed a little hesitant, a bit awkward, though I could tell he was completely invested in the kiss.Brent pulled back a fraction. He rested his palm on Gabe’s cheek then turned to me. “Come here, Hayley.”I did as he’d asked. “What?” I asked quietly. My heart was thudding—just seeing them kiss did seriously stimulating things to my libido.“Kiss him,” Brent said. “Kiss your husband.”That was an instruction I didn’t need to be given twice.Brent kept his hand on Gabe’s face as I meshed my lips with Gabe’s, prodding his tongue with mine and absorbing the lingering flavor of Brent in his mouth.When I broke the kiss, Brent placed his hand on my face, too, so he was holding us both.“You two are hot together,” he said smiling. “And so perfect for one another. I feel honored that you’ve let me in to fulfill a fantasy.”“We feel the same about you being here,” Gabe said. He touched Brent’s mouth with his fingertips and traced the shape of his lips.Brent smiled and gazed at Gabe. He then dropped his hand from my face and, as I’d done earlier, he caressed Gabe’s chest.I felt Gabe’s shoulder shift against mine as he sucked in a breath. Being touched sensually, by a man, was what he’d wanted.“I didn’t think you’d bother with jeans,” Brent said, slipping his hand down to Gabe’s waistband.“I’m commando,” Gabe said with an almost shy smile.Brent waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”“Yes, really.”“Let’s have a look then, shall we?” Brent sank to his knees so his face was level with Gabe’s groin.He undid the top button on Gabe’s jeans, then the next and the next. His big fingers worked slowly but steadily and his face held a serious expression of concentration.Gabe was utterly still at my side.Brent released the last button then tugged and shifted the jeans down to Gabe’s knees.Gabe’s cock sprung forward, stiff and thick. The veins were raised and it jutted jauntily toward Brent’s face.“Commando works for me,” Brent said. He swept his tongue over his bottom lip and stared at Gabe’s erection.“I need…” Gabe kicked a little and rid himself of his trousers completely. “To lose these.”Brent smiled and shoved the jeans aside. He didn’t take his gaze from Gabe’s cock. “Good, naked is how I like you best, so it seems.”I liked Gabe naked too, but I wasn’t about to speak and break the sizzling connection between the two men. It was almost palpable. The air was alive with need.Brent slid his palms up from Gabe’s knees to his thighs then tickled his fingers through Gabe’s wiry pubic hair.Again Gabe tensed. He swayed too.“You have an incredible dick,” Brent said. “I want to taste it.”“Okay…” Gabe said, his voice breathy and light. “I mean yes…please do.”Brent smiled, but only briefly because then he opened his mouth, leaned forward and took the head of Gabe’s cock between his lips. He gripped Gabe’s shaft with his right hand and with his left, scooped up his balls.“Ah, fuck,” Gabe said. He toppled backward a few inches before adjusting his balance.I snapped out my arm and curled it around his waist, felt his weight sag against me as I supported him.“That’s…oh, God, your mouth on me…Brent.”Gabe didn’t need to say the words. Brent’s mouth, stretched around the flare of Gabe’s cock, was a beautiful and highly erotic sight.Brent slid Gabe’s shaft deeper. His eyes were shut and his jaw pulled wide. He fed Gabe in, slipping his fingers over his erection.Gabe reached out and weaved his fingers into Brent’s hair. “Fucking hell,” he gasped.Brent kept going. I knew how much of Gabe I could take in my mouth, and it wasn’t to the root but Brent was nearly there now. His cheeks bulged and his nostrils flared. I could hear him breathing hard through his nose.Gabe panted and stared downward.I held him tight, my nipples peaking against my floaty sundress and my pussy dampening the gusset of my knickers.“Ahh, yeah…”Gabe said, rocking his hips forward.Brent’s face became buried in Gabe’s pubic hair. His shoulders were raised, tense, and his hand that had gripped Gabe’s cock now squeezed Gabe’s hip, his knuckles were paling.I knew he’d be fighting his gag reflex. He had Gabe so deep, so far down.He began to withdraw.Gabe’s cock came into view, inch-by-inch, saliva-coated and shiny.Gabe dragged in a deep breath then blew it out slowly.Brent took hold of Gabe’s shaft again and held it tight. He pumped from the base to the tip several times, pulling on the skin and working his tongue over and into the slit.Gabe moaned and flexed his hips.“Ready for more?” Brent asked, looking up at Gabe.“Yes,” Gabe said. “Absolutely.”Again, Brent opened his mouth wide. He took Gabe on a fast ride to full-depth.Gabe gasped and curled his fingers into fists in Brent’s hair.My hands tingled with a desire to also touch Brent. Feel his hair, the texture of his skin. But I didn’t, I kept them to myself. One arm around Gabe’s waist, the other bunching up a handful of my sundress. I couldn’t interfere, that wasn’t my role here.Brent was pulling back and sinking deep on Gabe’s cock over and over, his whole body rocking backward and forward.Gabe was breathing fast, his abdomen was tense and I could feel tremors rippling over his muscles.“Stop,” Gabe said suddenly. “Please, no more. You’re going to make me come.”Brent let Gabe’s shaft slip from his mouth. “That’s the idea.”“Not…like this…I want…I need…”
Lily Harlem Bio
Lily Harlem lives in the UK and is an award-winning, best-selling author of contemporary erotic romance. She writes for publishers on both sides of the Atlantic including Ellora's Cave, HarperCollins, Totally Bound, Xcite and Sweetmeats Press. Her Hot Iceseries regularly receives high praise and industry nominations.
Before turning her hand to writing Lily Harlem worked as a trauma nurse and her latest HarperCollins release, Confessions of a Naughty Night Nurse, draws on her many experiences while nursing in London. Lily also self-publishes and The Glass Knot and Scored have been blessed with many 5* reviews since their release in 2012.
Her novel, Breathe You In, a super-sexy romance with a twist that will not only heat you up but stay with you for years to come, was named a USA Today Reviewer’s Recommended Read of 2013.
Lily also co-authors with Natalie Dae and publishes under the name Harlem Dae - check out the Sexy as Hell Box Set available exclusively on Amazon - The Novice, The Player and The Vixen - and That Filthy Book which has been hailed as a novel 'every woman should read'.
One thing you can be sure of, whatever book you pick up by Ms Harlem, is it will be wildly romantic and down-and-dirty sexy. Enjoy!
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October 1, 2014
Throwback Thursday Tunes
Okay, I'll admit it. I may be a little fangirlish at the moment. How can you go wrong with this duo?
Who do you prefer? Bowie or Jagger? Too hard to pick one? While I love Jagger, Bowie just sends me.
Who do you prefer? Bowie or Jagger? Too hard to pick one? While I love Jagger, Bowie just sends me.
September 29, 2014
Tuesday Tales - Pretty
Hello! It`s time for Tuesday Tales again. This week our word prompt is 'Pretty'.
I'm still sharing White Moon, Yellow Leaves, my M/F contemporary multicultural romance. Last week we ended with Dana and Jonah on Thanksgiving day. Let`s see how the meal progresses, shall we?
White Moon, Yellow Leaves*~*
The Big Deer men were gregarious and ate like grizzly bears just coming out of hibernation. Rhett asked question after question. I grew a bit ill at ease about him being so blatant until Jonah leaned to the right while Andy was answering Rhett`s latest query about the Seneca.
“It`s better for him to learn the right things from the right people than go through life thinking the wrongs things told to him by the wrong people.” Jonah patted my thigh under the table.
He was right. I tried to stop worrying about my son offending our dinner guests.
By the time I placed two pies and a freshly brewed pot of coffee on the table our tiny group moaned in agony. It didn`t stop any of us from having a slice of pie topped with vanilla ice cream, though. Rhett excused himself and wobbled to the couch beside the wood stove after dessert. We adults, and Herr Poopbottom, who had been fed enough under the table to placate an Irish wolfhound, remained in the cramped kitchen area and talked.
We chatted about old times and those who no longer came to Mud Puppy Lake. Aunt Jo-Jo asked Jonah what his line of work was. I stirred sugar into my cup as he explained that he had taken the training he had gotten in the National Guard and was now working at a large trucking company as a diesel mechanic. Aunt Jo raised her wild eyebrows at me. I stirred faster.
“Dana works in a bookstore,” my aunt said. I nodded and popped my spoon out of my mouth.
“Maybe you can find a book for me?” Andy asked, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin that was still hanging from his shirt collar.
“Sure, I`ll try. What are you looking for?” I asked, leaning back into my chair. My arm brushed Jonah`s. Flames erupted at my elbow then spread to the tips of my fingers and toes. I stared at Andy across the table, not daring to look at Jonah lest I toss my cup of coffee aside and leap on him like a starving puma.
“Oh man,” Jonah murmured then put his cup to the table beside his dirty pie plate. Andy Big Deer ignored his grandson and requested a copy of that book his sister told him about.
“It`s something to do with this Viking and this woman and it`s really dirty,” the elder Big Deer stated. I smiled into my coffee. I had a strong suspicion of what he was asking for. It was called Norse Desires. It was pretty popular and been flying off the shelves for the past month. Everyone was talking about it. A thud to my side drew my attention from Joe. Jonah had dropped his head to the table in front of him. Aunt Jo-Jo was giggling and patting his thick dark hair across the table.
“It`s okay,” she cackled with mischief, “we`ll keep the dark dirty secret that the Big Deer men like romance novels to ourselves.”
“Only him,” Jonah quickly pointed out, sitting straight up and giving me a long, desperate look. “I read good books.”
“Are you saying that romance novels aren`t good books?” I asked curtly, crossing one leg over the other then slapping him with a dour look.
“No, of course not, I just meant that – Uhm, yeah, how about those Mets?” Jonah muttered.
“Oh no you don`t! You`re not shifting the discussion to hockey, Mister Big Deer,” I countered. The rest of the guests burst into laughter. “Basketball then?”
The next outburst of hilarity nearly woke up Herr Poopbottom. I gave up on my defense of romance novels and drank my coffee. By the time Rhett threw Pictionary on the table we had all refilled our mugs. Another hour raced past. I learned that while Jonah Big Deer may possess many fine qualities, drawing is not one of them. He, Rhett, and I were on one team, Aunt Jo and Andy on another.
“It`s a horse? Really?” I asked, squinting to try to make out how the thing with legs Jonah had drawn was supposed to resemble anything equine.
“Yes it`s a horse. See the long tail?” he huffed, pointing at the mentioned part scribbled on a blank piece of paper.
“I thought it was a wolf. That`s why I said Dances with Wolves,” I explained.
“I thought it was a cat,” Rhett admitted with a shrug.
“That`s why I put him on your team. He couldn`t draw himself through a straw,” Andy chortled. Jonah mumbled something that only Andy understood. By the tone of the quick sentence it wasn`t anything a child should hear. Sadly, after a few rounds of game play the inevitable could be put off no longer: dishes had to be washed.
I sent Andy and Aunt Jo into the tiny living-room to listen to the radio and chat. Rhett, Jonah and I began the seemingly overwhelming clean-up. Another hour crept past as we washed, dried, and put away dishes, pots, and pans. Rhett was getting pretty sleeping looking, so I handed him some crayons and the pad we had used for our game, and he joined the pair talking about summers past.
“Care to join me for a stroll around the lake?” Jonah asked, rubbing his slightly rounded stomach."Maybe walk off a few calories?"
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
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I'm still sharing White Moon, Yellow Leaves, my M/F contemporary multicultural romance. Last week we ended with Dana and Jonah on Thanksgiving day. Let`s see how the meal progresses, shall we?
White Moon, Yellow Leaves*~*
The Big Deer men were gregarious and ate like grizzly bears just coming out of hibernation. Rhett asked question after question. I grew a bit ill at ease about him being so blatant until Jonah leaned to the right while Andy was answering Rhett`s latest query about the Seneca.
“It`s better for him to learn the right things from the right people than go through life thinking the wrongs things told to him by the wrong people.” Jonah patted my thigh under the table.
He was right. I tried to stop worrying about my son offending our dinner guests.
By the time I placed two pies and a freshly brewed pot of coffee on the table our tiny group moaned in agony. It didn`t stop any of us from having a slice of pie topped with vanilla ice cream, though. Rhett excused himself and wobbled to the couch beside the wood stove after dessert. We adults, and Herr Poopbottom, who had been fed enough under the table to placate an Irish wolfhound, remained in the cramped kitchen area and talked.
We chatted about old times and those who no longer came to Mud Puppy Lake. Aunt Jo-Jo asked Jonah what his line of work was. I stirred sugar into my cup as he explained that he had taken the training he had gotten in the National Guard and was now working at a large trucking company as a diesel mechanic. Aunt Jo raised her wild eyebrows at me. I stirred faster.
“Dana works in a bookstore,” my aunt said. I nodded and popped my spoon out of my mouth.
“Maybe you can find a book for me?” Andy asked, dabbing at his mouth with the napkin that was still hanging from his shirt collar.
“Sure, I`ll try. What are you looking for?” I asked, leaning back into my chair. My arm brushed Jonah`s. Flames erupted at my elbow then spread to the tips of my fingers and toes. I stared at Andy across the table, not daring to look at Jonah lest I toss my cup of coffee aside and leap on him like a starving puma.
“Oh man,” Jonah murmured then put his cup to the table beside his dirty pie plate. Andy Big Deer ignored his grandson and requested a copy of that book his sister told him about.
“It`s something to do with this Viking and this woman and it`s really dirty,” the elder Big Deer stated. I smiled into my coffee. I had a strong suspicion of what he was asking for. It was called Norse Desires. It was pretty popular and been flying off the shelves for the past month. Everyone was talking about it. A thud to my side drew my attention from Joe. Jonah had dropped his head to the table in front of him. Aunt Jo-Jo was giggling and patting his thick dark hair across the table.
“It`s okay,” she cackled with mischief, “we`ll keep the dark dirty secret that the Big Deer men like romance novels to ourselves.”
“Only him,” Jonah quickly pointed out, sitting straight up and giving me a long, desperate look. “I read good books.”
“Are you saying that romance novels aren`t good books?” I asked curtly, crossing one leg over the other then slapping him with a dour look.
“No, of course not, I just meant that – Uhm, yeah, how about those Mets?” Jonah muttered.
“Oh no you don`t! You`re not shifting the discussion to hockey, Mister Big Deer,” I countered. The rest of the guests burst into laughter. “Basketball then?”
The next outburst of hilarity nearly woke up Herr Poopbottom. I gave up on my defense of romance novels and drank my coffee. By the time Rhett threw Pictionary on the table we had all refilled our mugs. Another hour raced past. I learned that while Jonah Big Deer may possess many fine qualities, drawing is not one of them. He, Rhett, and I were on one team, Aunt Jo and Andy on another.
“It`s a horse? Really?” I asked, squinting to try to make out how the thing with legs Jonah had drawn was supposed to resemble anything equine.
“Yes it`s a horse. See the long tail?” he huffed, pointing at the mentioned part scribbled on a blank piece of paper.
“I thought it was a wolf. That`s why I said Dances with Wolves,” I explained.
“I thought it was a cat,” Rhett admitted with a shrug.
“That`s why I put him on your team. He couldn`t draw himself through a straw,” Andy chortled. Jonah mumbled something that only Andy understood. By the tone of the quick sentence it wasn`t anything a child should hear. Sadly, after a few rounds of game play the inevitable could be put off no longer: dishes had to be washed.
I sent Andy and Aunt Jo into the tiny living-room to listen to the radio and chat. Rhett, Jonah and I began the seemingly overwhelming clean-up. Another hour crept past as we washed, dried, and put away dishes, pots, and pans. Rhett was getting pretty sleeping looking, so I handed him some crayons and the pad we had used for our game, and he joined the pair talking about summers past.
“Care to join me for a stroll around the lake?” Jonah asked, rubbing his slightly rounded stomach."Maybe walk off a few calories?"
Copyright 2013 ©by V.L. Locey
*~*~*
Click on the link below to return to the Tuesday Tales main blog for more great reads from the talented authors of Tuesday Tales.
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