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February 24, 2014
Collecting Fantasies by Kay Jaybee @Kay_Jaybee
Please welcome the lovely Kay Jaybee...
Collecting FantasiesKay Jaybee
Other people’s fantasies have always fascinated me.
Our brain is without doubt the most important of all our sexual organs- without our imaginations, sex would merely be a physical thing. Okay, the physical side is not exactly a bad thing- but throw in some hot imaginative day dreams, and it’s always going to be better!
It was this concept that bought the stories of The Collector together. A compendium of 21 different erotic tales, some long, some short (some very very short), all gathered and narrated by an ordinary woman who has taken the uncovering, discovering, and exploring of other peoples sexual ideas, adventures, and desires as her hobby...
Blurb-
The Collector sits silently alone, engrossed in her tales
of lust, submission and dominance. Has she already
engraved your erotic exploits on her salacious list?
She may look like she is scribbling randomly in her
notebook, but she is secretly listening to, and recording,
the overheard fantasies and indiscretions of others.
Forever hungry for stories, when The Collector's
sources run dry, her appetite for tales of instruction and
voyeurism drives her to do some research of her own
before sharing her provocative experiments on paper.
It is time for the worlds raunchiest
chronicler to come to light.
What is it that makes one person melt at the idea of being bent over an armchair and soundly whipped, while another would see the very same fantasy as their worst nightmare? Why do some people dream of hot wax being dripped over their bodies, while others crave for their partners to brush them with rose petals and make love to them with a slow gentleness that lasts hours and hours?
I guess we’ll never know what make one person love something, while the next hates it. And vive the difference!!
Here’s little snippet from The Collector for you- Do you like liquorice?
Sweets
‘Perhaps I should explain that we work in a sweet shop. We sell the old fashioned kind of sweets in jars; lemon sherbets, kola-kubes, cherry lips, dolly mixtures, alongside all the new stuff and posh boxes of chocolates.
It all happened quite quickly I guess. It was obvious from the moment I took the job that we wanted each other, but initially we held back. Work isn’t the best place after all, especially if there are only two members of staff. Anyway, as I said, it was sort of inevitable really.
So, last Thursday evening, there I was, starkers on the bed, watching at my boss who was naked, commanding, and utterly gorgeous.
I was not tied to the bed, but I wish I had been. He’d ordered me to stay still, but it was unbelievably difficult to obey as my body desperately wanted to move towards him.
My arms were folded with my hands sat beneath my head, and my legs were pushed up so that my knees pointed into the air. It was as if I was about to undergo some unpleasant medical intrusion. He’d placed a soft silk cushion under my arse to give him, as he put it, “Better visual.”
He flashed a little bag in front of my eyes, but made sure I couldn’t actually see what it contained. I frowned at his long delicate fingers, unsure of what was coming next. He just smiled.
I tried to concentrate on what he was holding, but the heat surging through my breasts from the whipping they had just received was taking most of my attention. My nipples burnt and longed for a cooling tongue to kiss them better. I had to push my head back harder into my hands to prevent myself from moving them and rubbing myself off.
At last he showed me the packet. It was a Dib-Dab; a packet of loose sherbet with a cherry flavoured lolly conveniently included. When I was a kid I loved to suck all the sherbet off the sticky lolly.
I flinched as he ripped it open. There was something about the way he was looking at me that confirmed that the agony he’d previously inflicted was simply the first course, and that seconds’ was coming up. I longed to scream out ‘Just get on with it!’, but the ball gag which he’d lodged in my mouth prevented the luxury of speech, so I just had to content myself with biting down hard onto the black rubber intrusion.
My thighs felt slick with my own juices. I tried hard not to think about the picture I must have presented. As I’ve said, I wasn’t bound, but I was gagged, and my breasts were pressed through a tight black harness, pushing them up and exposing them as an easy target for the short riding crop I had discovered he kept in the corner of his bedroom.
He pulled the lolly out of the packet and put it in his mouth. As he sucked I could feel my nipples tremble. That was what they needed. I felt unbelievably jealous of a bloody sweet!
After what felt like an eternity he pulled the damp lolly from between his lips and advanced towards me. There was no hanging about, he stuffed its red oval head into my cunt and pushed it until all but the very end of the stick had been swallowed up into my starving hole.
The width of the lolly felt amazing as it stretched me open. I could feel the air rushing in around the thin stick, making me feel empty but full at the same time. I began to shudder in response to the contradiction of sensation, but he slapped my breasts hard and I silently cried out into my rubber guardian.
‘You will not come yet.’ His voice was like gravel, and for a second I had to remind myself that I had wanted this too. He began to slide the lollypop up and down and I closed my eyes, trying for all I was worth not to climax. A task made even harder when he knelt and began to lick the mixture of pussy juice and sweet syrup from around my hole.
I was shaking, I couldn’t help it. It wasn’t going to take much to push me over the edge, even though it had been forbidden. Then he did it. He climbed astride me and sprinkled the sherbet from the Dib-Dab packet all over my tits. The cold sweetie dust tickled as it landed on my sweating skin. My hips twitched as I began to fight a losing battle with myself. As his mouth enclosed my right tit, licking up the sherbet, I groaned into silence as the sweet fizzed against his tongue and my chest. By the time he began to feast on my left side I was shaking and bucking so hard I’m surprised he wasn’t knocked off.
He took very little notice of the fact that I had disobeyed him until every single drop of the tingling dust had been consumed. Only then did his face become a picture of disgust and lust in glorious combination. I began to shiver, no longer with desire, but in response to the look in his eyes. He picked up a liquorice boot lace from the pile of supplies he’d lifted from the shop. Licking the end to dampen it a little he lashed my right nipple hard. Tears instantly sprang to my eyes as he stung me again and again.
Then, taking a handful of the laces, he began to coil them around my harnessed breasts. The black strings were cool against my hot flesh and felt heavy against my need to be sucked, caressed and kissed. The ever growing pyramids of sweets created a sticky barrier against the attention I craved. Soon only my two swollen nipples were visible, poking out from the encircled breasts.
My boss stepped back, pleased with his work. After a moments consideration he came to my face and finally, mercifully, undid the ball gag. My jaw cracked as he eased the rubber out of my mouth. I longed to thank him, but I was so stiff the words just wouldn’t come out. Even if they could’ve, they didn’t really have time to form, as I quickly found his rock hard dick teasing my pleading face.
I licked the end, relishing the wet tip across my dry mouth. He withdrew almost instantly and unwrapped a giant sucking lolly, which he pushed into my mouth saying ‘Work on that girl,’ before I even had time to protest...
Thanks again for letting me visit today- if you would like to buy The Collector it is available from Amazon UK, Amazon.com and all good paperback and ebook retailers.
The Collector- UK - http://www.amazon.co.uk/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1849633517/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239556&sr=1-1
US - http://www.amazon.com/Collector-Kay-Jaybee/dp/1905609191/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1352239810&sr=1-1&keywords=the+collector+kay+jaybee
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Kay Jaybee was nominated as the Best Erotica Writer of 2013 by the ETO. Kay wrote the The Perfect Submissive Trilogy, (Xcite, 2011-14), Making Him Wait, (Sweetmeats Press, 2012), The Voyeur (Xcite, 2012), as well as the novellas, Not Her Type: Erotic Adventures With A Delivery Man (2nd ed. 1001 NightsPress, 2013), Digging Deep (Xcite, 2013), A Sticky Situation, (Xcite, 2012), and The Circus, (Sweetmeats Press). She has also written the anthologies The Collector (Austin & Macauley, 2012 & 2008), The Best of Kay Jaybee (Xcite, 2012), Tied to the Kitchen Sink, Equipment, (All Romance, 2012), Yes Ma’am (Xcite e-books, 2011), Quick Kink One and Quick Kink Two (Xcite e-books, 2010). Kay has had over 70 short stories published by Cleis Press, Black Lace, Mammoth, Xcite, Penguin, Seal, and Sweetmeats Press.
Details of Kay’s work, past, present and future can be found at www.kayjaybee.me.uk
You can follow Kay on Twitter- kay_jaybee,
Facebook Goodreads Brit Babes Site Kay also writes contemporary romance as Jenny Kane – www.jennykane.co.uk
February 21, 2014
#MySexySaturday Long, hot, slow, sexy kisses...xxx
Welcome to the 37th week of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop where a group of authors share 7 paragraphs, 7 sentences or 7 words of a published work or a WIP. This week long, hot, slow kisses meant to melt a characters heart...
This week Carey and Bryan from
Better Than Another Man get the
hot smooch nod.
Blurb:
Better than Another Man is a love story betweentwo best friends, Bryan and Carey. Bryan is
straight and Carey is gay, but they stand by each
other through the milestones of their lives,
including Carey’s coming out.
But when a family tragedy strikes, Bryan turns
to Carey for support, and their relationship moves
in an unexpected direction.
Can a straight man and a gay man enter into an
intimate relationship, or will it destroy their
friendship forever?
Who knows Better Than Another Man…
Excerpt:
Carey wrapped one of his big hands around the back of my neck, his deep blue eyes searching mine. “And so it begins, huh? What are we gonna do without each other?”
I felt myself moving as if in a dream. My gaze fixated on his lips. I wanted to taste them again. I placed my hands on either side of his face as if I was afraid he might pull away, but somehow knowing that he wouldn’t. I gave into what I’d wanted to do since this morning and I kissed him.
Carey didn’t even tense this time but moved into my kiss, his lips firm and warm. He looped his arms around my back and pulled me closer. It felt good. It felt right. But so wrong at the same time. What the fuck was I doing? My cock was rock hard in an instant. I was so aroused and taken aback at the same time.
I was out of my element here. When Carey ran his tongue over the seam of my closed lips I opened for him and accepted his tongue, sliding my own tentatively against his.
He dropped his hips, bringing his equally hard dick in contact with mine, rubbing our parts together expertly, increasing the exquisite awakening in me.
I moaned with a combination of need and helplessness. Part of me wanted to go further and the other half didn’t and as always, my best friend knew what I could handle.
Carey brought the kiss slowly to an end and he held me as we both struggled to breathe.
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February 18, 2014
Mary Waibel's FAERY MARKED Coming May 2014 @mewtweety14 @BookFishBooks
One to Watch: Coming in May from Mary Waibel &BookFish Books FAERY MARKED - YA Paranormal
Tag line:
No one ever warned her magic came with a price.
Back Cover:
When Callie Rycroft wakes to purple flames on the ceiling, she discovers that not only does the Faery realm exist, but she is the human who must save it. Chosen as Champion by the Faery Queen, Callie is tasked with finding the Cordial, a magical elixir to strengthen the portal between the Human and Faery realms.
The upside? Reece Michaels, the boy she's been crushing on for years, is assigned as her Guardian. Callie hopes by spending time together, he'll start to see her as more than just his best friend's sister.
The downside? She's in a race not only against time, but another Champion and Guardian-a Guardian who stands to threaten her developing relationship with Reece.
Magic, mistaken identities, and hidden agendas are the least of Callie's worries when she learns the Cordial requires a sacrifice. Will Callie be willing to risk all, even Reece, to complete her task as Champion, or will she let the portal fall, destroying both realms?
How did the idea for Faery Marked come to you? Ironically, it started with me wanting to write a story about a girl highwayman. Except when I sat down to write I kept seeing a girl waking up to purple flames on the ceiling. As I wrote the opening scene, it finally came to me that she was waking to her magic. I thought about going the sorceress route, but then thought, what if she was gifted magic-but by who and why? And from that, FAERY MARKED was born.
I see Faery Marked is Book One of a series. How many books do you have plotted out and how many do you think will ultimately be in the Faery Series?
I planned it to be a trilogy (FAERY MARKED, FAERY CURSED FAERY BOUND). Although I do have a character asking for his own story, which I am happy to do, but it will probably fall in the NA range, rather than YA- mostly due to his age.
Was the title an easy one to come up with or was it one you tossed around?
The title came pretty easy. At first I was going to call it FAERY KISSED, but I found that title was already used, so I changed it to FAERY MARKED. Book two was going to be MAGIC BOUND, but as I got thinking about things, I decided to use FAERY in each title, and given the story lines, I pushed the title of book 2 to book 3.
How different is this series from your Princess of Valendria series?
It is quite different. For starters, it's set in the real world and in Faery. It's told mostly in 1st peron POV by Callie, with chapters set in 3rd person POV from the Faery Queen interspersed through out.
Find Mary
Twitter Facebook Blog @ Amazon
Faery Marked @BookFishBooks
Tag line:
No one ever warned her magic came with a price.
Back Cover:
When Callie Rycroft wakes to purple flames on the ceiling, she discovers that not only does the Faery realm exist, but she is the human who must save it. Chosen as Champion by the Faery Queen, Callie is tasked with finding the Cordial, a magical elixir to strengthen the portal between the Human and Faery realms.
The upside? Reece Michaels, the boy she's been crushing on for years, is assigned as her Guardian. Callie hopes by spending time together, he'll start to see her as more than just his best friend's sister.
The downside? She's in a race not only against time, but another Champion and Guardian-a Guardian who stands to threaten her developing relationship with Reece.
Magic, mistaken identities, and hidden agendas are the least of Callie's worries when she learns the Cordial requires a sacrifice. Will Callie be willing to risk all, even Reece, to complete her task as Champion, or will she let the portal fall, destroying both realms?
How did the idea for Faery Marked come to you? Ironically, it started with me wanting to write a story about a girl highwayman. Except when I sat down to write I kept seeing a girl waking up to purple flames on the ceiling. As I wrote the opening scene, it finally came to me that she was waking to her magic. I thought about going the sorceress route, but then thought, what if she was gifted magic-but by who and why? And from that, FAERY MARKED was born.
I see Faery Marked is Book One of a series. How many books do you have plotted out and how many do you think will ultimately be in the Faery Series?
I planned it to be a trilogy (FAERY MARKED, FAERY CURSED FAERY BOUND). Although I do have a character asking for his own story, which I am happy to do, but it will probably fall in the NA range, rather than YA- mostly due to his age.
Was the title an easy one to come up with or was it one you tossed around?
The title came pretty easy. At first I was going to call it FAERY KISSED, but I found that title was already used, so I changed it to FAERY MARKED. Book two was going to be MAGIC BOUND, but as I got thinking about things, I decided to use FAERY in each title, and given the story lines, I pushed the title of book 2 to book 3.
How different is this series from your Princess of Valendria series?
It is quite different. For starters, it's set in the real world and in Faery. It's told mostly in 1st peron POV by Callie, with chapters set in 3rd person POV from the Faery Queen interspersed through out.
Find Mary
Twitter Facebook Blog @ Amazon
Faery Marked @BookFishBooks
February 16, 2014
Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend by Bryan Fields @MusePublishing
Welcome MuseItUp Publishing author Bryan Fields...
How did you come to write this story? What’s the story behind it? Why did youwrite ‘Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend’ and not ‘Hot Monkey Sex with a Large-Breasted Dragongirl’? It would sell better.
Actually, that last question raises a good point. Erotica outsells everything else by a long shot. I’ve even got a great set-up for paranormal erotica, because Rose can change shape any time she wants. If a scene needs four breasts, three Old Fellas, and a cluster of tentacles for the hentai crowd, Rose can make it happen. She’s already mating outside her species, so why stop at the hominids? Cry ‘gimme wood on the set!’and let slip the dogs of ‘bow-chikka-bow-wow’!
Problem is, I’m rubbish at erotica. I enjoy reading it, and I know David and Rose have a great love life once the lights go out, but when I’m writing, the story I’m able to tell happens when the lights are on. I’ll stick to unmitigated geekery and leave the hot stuff to the experts, where it belongs.
On the other side of that coin, even though I go with fading to black and avoiding explicit details, I’ve still gotten comments that the racy content wasn’t needed and should be removed.
Sorry, but I’m disinclined to acquiesce to that request.
That’s not to say there isn’t a lot of wish fulfillment to the story; I have yet to meet a writer whose words don’t flow from some deep-seated fountain of longing for one unmet desire or another. This story started thirty years ago, with a girl (there’s always a girl, you know) wearing a shirt that said, “Kiss me twice, I’m schizophrenic”. Life is short and she was hot, so I went for it. Fortune favors the bold, it seems, because we’re still friends today.
Rose showed up in a dream a little over a year ago, wearing the same shirt, a Dragoness in Human form who liked going to bars, finding the child molesters and would-be rapists in the crowd, and taking them back to her place for dinner. Dragons don’t do salads.
Four in the morning, I staggered to my computer and typed everything I could remember into a Word document. I even managed to save it before I faceplanted on the keyboard for an hour or two.
I got two short stories about Rose done in eight hours or so and submitted them to an anthology. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. There was more story to be told. I rewrote both into novellas and started on a third. I had all three sent out to beta readers when the original short stories came back rejected. It seems Rose was… unwholesome. Naughty. She was a baaaad dragon…
I jumped and cheered. Huzzah for racy content! That rejection letter was the best piece of news I’d had in a long time.
I went back to work, keeping the three novellas separate portions of a single book. The next bunch of rejection letters, not so happy about. A friend of mine gave me his editor’s name and email address, and after a lot of second-guessing, I decided a submission was a submission and sent my query.
Send the full, she said.
!!!!!
After checking my email every ten minutes for the next month and a half, the acceptance letter and contract arrived while our family was standing in line to get in to Denver ComicCon. The news made that death march bearable.
I finished the second book about Rose and David, ‘The Land Beyond All Dreams’, while waiting to receive my edits. That contract came in while I was waiting for galley proofs and cover art. While I waited, I started working on a third book. That one crossed over 50,000 words just before I started writing this.
‘Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend’ was released on January 3rd. Seeing the cover live and for sale wasn’t better than marrying Noelle or holding our daughter Alissa for the first time, but it was up there. It was like having a newborn in that there’s a whole lot more than you expect involved, and nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the reality.
And just as with changing diapers and colic, nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the incessant drum beat of self-promotion. Making contacts, finding ways to introduce yourself to new audiences, and arranging for reviews or blog tours can become a full-time job in itself.
I’d love to keep talking about Rose and David, but Las Vegas isn’t going to trash itself. Thank you for your time and for letting me ramble a bit.
Wind to your wings, friends.
Blurb:
A lot of guys claim to have hot girlfriends. David Fraser has one who actually breathes fire.
Rose Drake is a Dragoness in Human form, come to Earth for three years to soak up the local energy and increase her chances of having happy, healthy, baby hatchlings when she goes home. In exchange for his time and energy, David’s body and love life both undergo extreme makeovers. It sounds like the deal of a lifetime.
Fate doesn’t let David and Rose off so easily. A friend of theirs is murdered, their homeowner’s association starts harassing them, and they have to complete a quest for an Elven sage in order to stop a genocidal Unicorn from turning Earth into a radioactive wasteland.
After all, when you’re dating a Dragon, you’re already a hero. It says so in the fine print.
Excerpt from “Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend”
Rose and Miranda returned from the ladies, deep in conversation. Miranda was flushed with the deep anger of righteous indignation, while Rose was radiating the slow burn of frustration. It was a safe bet they’d been discussing the Mavis situation.
I gave Miranda a grim smile as I nocked my first arrow. “Any advice on the issue of the day, officer?”
“Keep doing what you’re doing, but you know that already.” She nocked and released two arrows in rapid succession, both solid head shots. She fired off two more, starting a nice, tight grouping. “Keep the police informed, get a good paper trail, let them do the stupid thing and come at you. It’s hard and it’s frustrating, but in the end, the only way to win is play by the rules.”
“Or change the game,” Rose added. Instead of going for our standard head shots, she started placing arrows in the target’s shoulders and arms, followed by one through each ear. She continued to staple an imaginary Mavis to the wall, saving her last arrow to go between the eyes, all to the cheers of the other shooters.
This was why other leagues didn’t like to play with us.
“What do you mean, ‘change the game’?” Miranda set her bow on the padded rack behind the line and sat down to wait for the remaining shooters. “It isn’t a good idea to just go flying by the seat of your pants.”
Ember set her bow down and added, “Change is inevitable. You should embrace it. Use it to your advantage.” Ember is an orange-haired suicide girl with crimson dragon scales and wings tattooed down her back. She ran a therapeutic massage clinic and designed her own religion around the dragons in her favorite online game. Now, I don’t sit in judgment on the validity of anyone’s eschatology. As a Whovian, my moral code is inspired by a madman in a blue box. Still, I just couldn’t see turning control of my spirituality over to a game designer in southern California.
Ember sat down next to Miranda and popped open her third energy drink. “Changing the game means you set the rules. It’s a classic strategy. Sun Tzu calls it ‘holding a pillow down on the enemy’. The wabbit does it all the time.”
“I’ve never thought of the wabbit as being a master tactician,” I said as I racked my bow.
Ember raised her eyebrow at me. “You ever see him lose?”
We started walking down to the targets to retrieve our arrows. “You’ve got a point,” I said. “However, the bunny always has the writer backing him up. That’s a big advantage.”
“No kidding,” Jake snorted. “Why do you think everyone who goes to war says God is on their side?”
“God can’t be everywhere,” Miranda answered. “That’s why police officers were created.”
Rose finished pulling her arrows and stepped away from the targets. “I don’t need any gods on my side. I’m on my side, and that’s enough. Asking a god to do something you can take care of yourself is just being lazy.”
“Rawr,” said Ember, clawing the air in front of her. “The dragon is strong with this one.”
Rose slid her arrows back into her quiver. “Ember, what would you do if you saw a news report that a live Dragon had appeared somewhere? The real thing. Big as a house and twice as scaly.”
“I’d assume the news crew was rockin’ the ganja.” Ember waved her hand to dismiss the idea. “Or that it was a set-up and anyone who responded would find themselves on an involuntary three-day hold and observe.”
“Ganja would definitely be involved,” Miranda muttered. She looked at Rose for a moment and added, “Unless you mean lizard-like space aliens?” It wasn’t my imagination—there was a hopeful note to her voice. She’s still convinced Rose is a space alien, and we’ve done nothing to change her mind.
“I mean a Dragon.” Rose shook her head. “That’s what you would do if you thought the report was false. Assume the report satisfied you it was true. What would you do, Ember?”
Ember took careful aim and released her first arrow, striking the target’s right eye. “I’d do whatever I had to do. If I couldn’t go home with it, I’d beg for it to kill me, because I couldn’t live knowing they existed on a world I’d never see. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is believing that my belief is keeping them alive somewhere.” She dropped two more arrows into the target’s left eye. “Does that answer your question?”
Rose nodded. “Yes. Thank you very much.” She turned back to her target and fired off her arrows as fast as she could, stapling the silhouette once more. She retired to the back wall of the range and pretended to examine the snack machine for something edible. I was on my last two arrows when I felt Rose building up power to work a spell. I stepped back and racked my bow, waiting to see what Rose was working on.
She built the energy up to a much higher level than I’d seen her use before. Everything in the area slowed down. The arrows in the air came crawling to a stop. The people in the room froze in place, and all the color washed out of everything. Rose placed her hands on Ember’s temples and held them there. When she removed her hands, Ember began glowing, well, like you were blowing on an ember at a campfire. Rose sat down, and everything surged into full forward motion, full of sound and color.
About me:
By day, I’m a mild-mannered IT tech; by night, a writer who spends too much time in online games. I grew up reading classical authors such as Verne, Burroughs, Wells, Haggard, and Lovecraft, often in conjunction with large doses of Monty Python, Wild Wild West, and Hee-Haw. My current influences include Doctor Who, Girl Genius, and An Idiot Abroad.
I began writing professionally as a member of the content design team for the MMORPG Istaria: Chronicles of the Gifted. My first published short stories appeared in the anthologies The Mystical Cat and Gears and Levers III in 2012.
I live in Denver with my wife Noelle and daughter Alissa. The three of us can often be found prowling around Istaria, Wizard City, and the wilds of Azeroth. I also make occasional side jaunts to scavenge bits of ancient technology in the radioactive ruins of the Grand Canyon Province.
Learn more about me by following my FB page: https://www.facebook.com/BryanFieldsAuthor or my blog: http://laughingotterslair.blogspot.com/
Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend Buy Links:
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How did you come to write this story? What’s the story behind it? Why did youwrite ‘Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend’ and not ‘Hot Monkey Sex with a Large-Breasted Dragongirl’? It would sell better.
Actually, that last question raises a good point. Erotica outsells everything else by a long shot. I’ve even got a great set-up for paranormal erotica, because Rose can change shape any time she wants. If a scene needs four breasts, three Old Fellas, and a cluster of tentacles for the hentai crowd, Rose can make it happen. She’s already mating outside her species, so why stop at the hominids? Cry ‘gimme wood on the set!’and let slip the dogs of ‘bow-chikka-bow-wow’!
Problem is, I’m rubbish at erotica. I enjoy reading it, and I know David and Rose have a great love life once the lights go out, but when I’m writing, the story I’m able to tell happens when the lights are on. I’ll stick to unmitigated geekery and leave the hot stuff to the experts, where it belongs.
On the other side of that coin, even though I go with fading to black and avoiding explicit details, I’ve still gotten comments that the racy content wasn’t needed and should be removed.
Sorry, but I’m disinclined to acquiesce to that request.
That’s not to say there isn’t a lot of wish fulfillment to the story; I have yet to meet a writer whose words don’t flow from some deep-seated fountain of longing for one unmet desire or another. This story started thirty years ago, with a girl (there’s always a girl, you know) wearing a shirt that said, “Kiss me twice, I’m schizophrenic”. Life is short and she was hot, so I went for it. Fortune favors the bold, it seems, because we’re still friends today.
Rose showed up in a dream a little over a year ago, wearing the same shirt, a Dragoness in Human form who liked going to bars, finding the child molesters and would-be rapists in the crowd, and taking them back to her place for dinner. Dragons don’t do salads.
Four in the morning, I staggered to my computer and typed everything I could remember into a Word document. I even managed to save it before I faceplanted on the keyboard for an hour or two.
I got two short stories about Rose done in eight hours or so and submitted them to an anthology. Still, I couldn’t stop thinking about them. There was more story to be told. I rewrote both into novellas and started on a third. I had all three sent out to beta readers when the original short stories came back rejected. It seems Rose was… unwholesome. Naughty. She was a baaaad dragon…
I jumped and cheered. Huzzah for racy content! That rejection letter was the best piece of news I’d had in a long time.
I went back to work, keeping the three novellas separate portions of a single book. The next bunch of rejection letters, not so happy about. A friend of mine gave me his editor’s name and email address, and after a lot of second-guessing, I decided a submission was a submission and sent my query.
Send the full, she said.
!!!!!
After checking my email every ten minutes for the next month and a half, the acceptance letter and contract arrived while our family was standing in line to get in to Denver ComicCon. The news made that death march bearable.
I finished the second book about Rose and David, ‘The Land Beyond All Dreams’, while waiting to receive my edits. That contract came in while I was waiting for galley proofs and cover art. While I waited, I started working on a third book. That one crossed over 50,000 words just before I started writing this.
‘Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend’ was released on January 3rd. Seeing the cover live and for sale wasn’t better than marrying Noelle or holding our daughter Alissa for the first time, but it was up there. It was like having a newborn in that there’s a whole lot more than you expect involved, and nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the reality.
And just as with changing diapers and colic, nothing anyone tells you can prepare you for the incessant drum beat of self-promotion. Making contacts, finding ways to introduce yourself to new audiences, and arranging for reviews or blog tours can become a full-time job in itself.
I’d love to keep talking about Rose and David, but Las Vegas isn’t going to trash itself. Thank you for your time and for letting me ramble a bit.
Wind to your wings, friends.
Blurb:
A lot of guys claim to have hot girlfriends. David Fraser has one who actually breathes fire.
Rose Drake is a Dragoness in Human form, come to Earth for three years to soak up the local energy and increase her chances of having happy, healthy, baby hatchlings when she goes home. In exchange for his time and energy, David’s body and love life both undergo extreme makeovers. It sounds like the deal of a lifetime.
Fate doesn’t let David and Rose off so easily. A friend of theirs is murdered, their homeowner’s association starts harassing them, and they have to complete a quest for an Elven sage in order to stop a genocidal Unicorn from turning Earth into a radioactive wasteland.
After all, when you’re dating a Dragon, you’re already a hero. It says so in the fine print.
Excerpt from “Life With a Fire-Breathing Girlfriend”
Rose and Miranda returned from the ladies, deep in conversation. Miranda was flushed with the deep anger of righteous indignation, while Rose was radiating the slow burn of frustration. It was a safe bet they’d been discussing the Mavis situation.
I gave Miranda a grim smile as I nocked my first arrow. “Any advice on the issue of the day, officer?”
“Keep doing what you’re doing, but you know that already.” She nocked and released two arrows in rapid succession, both solid head shots. She fired off two more, starting a nice, tight grouping. “Keep the police informed, get a good paper trail, let them do the stupid thing and come at you. It’s hard and it’s frustrating, but in the end, the only way to win is play by the rules.”
“Or change the game,” Rose added. Instead of going for our standard head shots, she started placing arrows in the target’s shoulders and arms, followed by one through each ear. She continued to staple an imaginary Mavis to the wall, saving her last arrow to go between the eyes, all to the cheers of the other shooters.
This was why other leagues didn’t like to play with us.
“What do you mean, ‘change the game’?” Miranda set her bow on the padded rack behind the line and sat down to wait for the remaining shooters. “It isn’t a good idea to just go flying by the seat of your pants.”
Ember set her bow down and added, “Change is inevitable. You should embrace it. Use it to your advantage.” Ember is an orange-haired suicide girl with crimson dragon scales and wings tattooed down her back. She ran a therapeutic massage clinic and designed her own religion around the dragons in her favorite online game. Now, I don’t sit in judgment on the validity of anyone’s eschatology. As a Whovian, my moral code is inspired by a madman in a blue box. Still, I just couldn’t see turning control of my spirituality over to a game designer in southern California.
Ember sat down next to Miranda and popped open her third energy drink. “Changing the game means you set the rules. It’s a classic strategy. Sun Tzu calls it ‘holding a pillow down on the enemy’. The wabbit does it all the time.”
“I’ve never thought of the wabbit as being a master tactician,” I said as I racked my bow.
Ember raised her eyebrow at me. “You ever see him lose?”
We started walking down to the targets to retrieve our arrows. “You’ve got a point,” I said. “However, the bunny always has the writer backing him up. That’s a big advantage.”
“No kidding,” Jake snorted. “Why do you think everyone who goes to war says God is on their side?”
“God can’t be everywhere,” Miranda answered. “That’s why police officers were created.”
Rose finished pulling her arrows and stepped away from the targets. “I don’t need any gods on my side. I’m on my side, and that’s enough. Asking a god to do something you can take care of yourself is just being lazy.”
“Rawr,” said Ember, clawing the air in front of her. “The dragon is strong with this one.”
Rose slid her arrows back into her quiver. “Ember, what would you do if you saw a news report that a live Dragon had appeared somewhere? The real thing. Big as a house and twice as scaly.”
“I’d assume the news crew was rockin’ the ganja.” Ember waved her hand to dismiss the idea. “Or that it was a set-up and anyone who responded would find themselves on an involuntary three-day hold and observe.”
“Ganja would definitely be involved,” Miranda muttered. She looked at Rose for a moment and added, “Unless you mean lizard-like space aliens?” It wasn’t my imagination—there was a hopeful note to her voice. She’s still convinced Rose is a space alien, and we’ve done nothing to change her mind.
“I mean a Dragon.” Rose shook her head. “That’s what you would do if you thought the report was false. Assume the report satisfied you it was true. What would you do, Ember?”
Ember took careful aim and released her first arrow, striking the target’s right eye. “I’d do whatever I had to do. If I couldn’t go home with it, I’d beg for it to kill me, because I couldn’t live knowing they existed on a world I’d never see. Sometimes the only thing that gets me through the day is believing that my belief is keeping them alive somewhere.” She dropped two more arrows into the target’s left eye. “Does that answer your question?”
Rose nodded. “Yes. Thank you very much.” She turned back to her target and fired off her arrows as fast as she could, stapling the silhouette once more. She retired to the back wall of the range and pretended to examine the snack machine for something edible. I was on my last two arrows when I felt Rose building up power to work a spell. I stepped back and racked my bow, waiting to see what Rose was working on.
She built the energy up to a much higher level than I’d seen her use before. Everything in the area slowed down. The arrows in the air came crawling to a stop. The people in the room froze in place, and all the color washed out of everything. Rose placed her hands on Ember’s temples and held them there. When she removed her hands, Ember began glowing, well, like you were blowing on an ember at a campfire. Rose sat down, and everything surged into full forward motion, full of sound and color.
About me:
By day, I’m a mild-mannered IT tech; by night, a writer who spends too much time in online games. I grew up reading classical authors such as Verne, Burroughs, Wells, Haggard, and Lovecraft, often in conjunction with large doses of Monty Python, Wild Wild West, and Hee-Haw. My current influences include Doctor Who, Girl Genius, and An Idiot Abroad.
I began writing professionally as a member of the content design team for the MMORPG Istaria: Chronicles of the Gifted. My first published short stories appeared in the anthologies The Mystical Cat and Gears and Levers III in 2012.
I live in Denver with my wife Noelle and daughter Alissa. The three of us can often be found prowling around Istaria, Wizard City, and the wilds of Azeroth. I also make occasional side jaunts to scavenge bits of ancient technology in the radioactive ruins of the Grand Canyon Province.
Learn more about me by following my FB page: https://www.facebook.com/BryanFieldsAuthor or my blog: http://laughingotterslair.blogspot.com/
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February 14, 2014
#MySexySaturday Resist Me...I dare ya...
Welcome to the 36th week of the My Sexy Saturday blog hop where a group of authors share 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words of a published work or a WIP. This week is about characters and those sexy feelings they have for one another.Mike and Hailey from my contemporary erotic romance, Swap, expend an excessive amount of energy trying to resist each other. This scene is an awkward morning-after they take things just a little over the line.
Excerpt:
I turned slowly; dressed in only my tank top and panties. I crossed my arms over my chest, trying to cover myself before I looked at Mike. I could feel my face flush, but it didn’t stop there. It was like a wave, and I knew it was an all-over bodily reaction.Mike looked intense. Maybe even angry. He ran his tongue over his lower lip.
I couldn’t stand the silence. How would anything ever be normal between us again? Maybe I didn’t want this. It might ruin everything. Not only between me and Brent, but Mike and I had a great thing going, too. I didn’t want to lose that. “I’m sorry I didn’t get up to return your truck first thing this morning,” I blurted.
I saw his Adam’s apple bob before he started towards me. Just like last night, he tucked my hair behind my ear and his thumb grazed my cheek. My lips parted as I remembered every delicious moment of last night, and I knew he was thinking about it, too. I wanted to touch him. I let my hands fall and I wrapped my fingers into his T-shirt at his waist. My eyes darted across his face, trying to figure him out. What could he possibly be thinking? I wasn’t sure what to expect from him.
“Nice,” he said, his voice husky as he called out my body blush. “I wish I had my camera right now. I’d photograph you just like this.” He brushed the back of his knuckles over my already puckered nipple. “The cotton T-shirt, the sleep-swollen lips and slight but sexy bed-head.”
My hand went immediately to my hair.
“No, don’t. Leave it,” he said, taking my hand and directing it back to his waist. His hands found my hips, gripping me tightly.
If you enjoyed this excerpt and would like to read more, this weekend my publisher Totally Bound has included Swap in its Valentine's Weekend Promotion. You can save 25% on this title and many more over at the Totally Bound website.
To Purchase Swap at 25% savings Click HERE
and check out the other awesome deals compliments of TB https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/ff
Thanks for stopping. Don't forget to check out the rest of the My Sexy Saturday Blog Hop Authors. Find the list HERE.
Have a Sexy Saturday and a scrumptious Valentine's Weekend!
Pssst (and if you want a little more of Swap, scroll down to yesterday's post) :o
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And I'm also excited to shout that Swap has been included in this special Valentine's Day promotion.
Swap will always be a special novel for me. It was my debut. An erotic contemporary romance. One reviewer called it 'Twisted good! Suspenseful sexy complicated family drama! Damn good sex scenes and fantasies come alive!!!' (amazon reviews) Thanks Brooke!
Here's the blurb and a little tease...
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends...and one hot brother—in—law that won’t stay out of her fantasies.
When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except for that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex—starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
Excerpt:
We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder.
We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him. He laughed. "I’m supposed to get the door for you."
"Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A lady can open the door for a dude, ya know," I said with mock impatience. "Just get in."
He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. "You’re really lame, ya know?" He laughed at my expense.
"And the eighties lines are alive and well. I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway," I tossed his words from earlier back at him.
His smile slipped. "Yeah. I do."
Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant ‘like a brother’ and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.
"You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother."
He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering in front of mine as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities. I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent, eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalising nocturnal fantasy that I‘d created just the night before.
I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips, afraid that, if we lost contact, he would call a halt to this. So I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me, opening my legs and welcoming him towards my heat. I crabbed towards the driver’s side, hitting the steering wheel, then released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever and pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitised body.
He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him towards me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?
"Let me get the door," he said against my mouth, his breathing choppy and heavy. I released him for long enough that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me as I strained to get closer to him. I could feel his erection digging into my wet heat through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need that kept erupting from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making a fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him into my body.
Of course, being my debut novel, this was my first experience with cover art, as well. And I think Emmy Ellis/Posh Gosh knocked this one out of the park. She gave my hero Mike some incredibly scrummy assets, don't you agree? I actually think this image is how I am recognized on social media.
Perfectly sculpted posterior = H K LOL! And I'm definitely okay with that. :D Enjoy!
To purchase Swap at a 25% savings, click HERE.
And check out the other fantastic offers compliments of Totally Bound
https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/ffHappy Valentine's Weekend!
https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/ff
And I'm also excited to shout that Swap has been included in this special Valentine's Day promotion.
Swap will always be a special novel for me. It was my debut. An erotic contemporary romance. One reviewer called it 'Twisted good! Suspenseful sexy complicated family drama! Damn good sex scenes and fantasies come alive!!!' (amazon reviews) Thanks Brooke!
Here's the blurb and a little tease...
Hailey Hollinger has it all—a great husband, a fantastic career in journalism, good friends...and one hot brother—in—law that won’t stay out of her fantasies.
When Hailey Hollinger was eighteen she thought her boyfriend, Brent, was the best-looking guy around. That was until he introduced her to his older brother, Mike. From that moment on she had the biggest crush on him and he became the star of all her teenage fantasies.
Hailey’s all grown up now and has been married to Brent for three years. They have great careers, a nice house—they enjoy life and each other. Everything is supposed to be perfect. Except for that pesky little infatuation with her husband’s brother has never completely gone away.
A crush, by nature and definition, is supposed to be short-lived and should diminish over time. But, unfortunately for Hailey, it hasn’t, and it is beginning to mess with what she thinks should be perfection. And if her life is so great, why does she then find herself groping her brother-in-law in the cab of his truck like some sex—starved teenager? And the biggest question yet—why is he groping her right back?
Excerpt:
We slowed our progress, as if neither one of us was in any hurry to get to the truck. I laid my head back against his shoulder.
We walked to the passenger’s side of the truck and I hit the remote on his key fob, unlocking the doors. I opened it for him. He laughed. "I’m supposed to get the door for you."
"Oh, I thought that was just a shotgun thing, not a chivalry thing. A lady can open the door for a dude, ya know," I said with mock impatience. "Just get in."
He turned to face me and, to my surprise, he reached out and tucked my hair behind my ear. "You’re really lame, ya know?" He laughed at my expense.
"And the eighties lines are alive and well. I know I’m lame, but you love me anyway," I tossed his words from earlier back at him.
His smile slipped. "Yeah. I do."
Something in his voice made every body part I owned turn liquid. In my head, I rushed to tell myself that he meant ‘like a brother’ and that he’d had a few beers, but his next words stopped my thought process cold.
"You might be the only thing I’ve ever envied about my little brother."
He moved his hand to the side of my neck and grazed my cheek with his thumb. Then his lips were there, hovering in front of mine as if he were seeking permission. My senses swam with the possibilities. I pounced, seizing what might be my only opportunity to kiss him. I didn’t hold back—he experienced the full-on, ravenous impact of years of worship and sexual fantasies that had run the gamut from sweet, innocent, eighteen-year-old’s kisses to the tantalising nocturnal fantasy that I‘d created just the night before.
I flattened my chest against his, trying to get inside his coat. He spun me around and nudged me onto the seat of the truck. I didn’t want to separate from his lips, afraid that, if we lost contact, he would call a halt to this. So I fisted my hands into his shirt and hauled him in after me, opening my legs and welcoming him towards my heat. I crabbed towards the driver’s side, hitting the steering wheel, then released his shirt long enough to grope for the tilt-steering lever and pushed the wheel up to give us a little extra room. He was not a small man. The thought shot another little thrill through my already highly sensitised body.
He reached backward with one arm, trying to close the door, but I pulled him towards me with all my strength. I wanted to get as much as I could before he put a stop to this. I knew he would. He was too nice a guy to let this happen. What did that say about me?
"Let me get the door," he said against my mouth, his breathing choppy and heavy. I released him for long enough that he could reach behind him. The door clicked and I didn’t even have to coax him back—he was there and kissing me as I strained to get closer to him. I could feel his erection digging into my wet heat through my jeans. I rubbed my aching cunt shamelessly over his rock-hard cock. I couldn’t stop the sounds of need that kept erupting from the back of my throat. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything, and at that very moment I didn’t care about anything else. Not Brent. Not Cheryl. Not even the fact that I was probably making a fool of myself. There was one thing on my mind, and that was getting him into my body.
Of course, being my debut novel, this was my first experience with cover art, as well. And I think Emmy Ellis/Posh Gosh knocked this one out of the park. She gave my hero Mike some incredibly scrummy assets, don't you agree? I actually think this image is how I am recognized on social media.
Perfectly sculpted posterior = H K LOL! And I'm definitely okay with that. :D Enjoy!
To purchase Swap at a 25% savings, click HERE.
And check out the other fantastic offers compliments of Totally Bound
https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/ffHappy Valentine's Weekend!
February 13, 2014
The Nightmares Series by Sage Marlowe @SageMarlowe @Totally_Bound
The Nightmares - Series by Sage Marlowe
What if the old, folkloristic tales are true and nightmares exist? What if a nightmare isn’t just the vivid and frightening scenario our tormented subconscious presents to us as we sleep, but a paranormal being that is as substantial and real as you and I—an incubus, a demon that feeds on human emotions? Could a man fall in love with such a demon, and could the demon love him in return?
Colin Meighan, co-owner of the small but successful gay porn production company Centre Studs is also the company’s biggest star. He sports a pretty exterior, but there’s more to him than meets the eye. Too young to know the full extent of what he is, he has to learn that the world he lives in isn’t what it seems. There are powers at work that exceed everything he’s ever believed in and the lines between nightmare and reality become blurred as he discovers the truth about himself and his gruesome heritage.
This, in short, is what the Nightmares – Series is about, but there’s more to it. A lot more. A cast of intriguing, likeable and mysterious characters takes you on a ride with more twists and turns than the average rollercoaster. Hot sex is more than just fun for these guys—it’s vital. And yet, while one man alone can never be enough for demon Colin, romance and love are far from dead.
Try the Nightmares but be warned: they’re addictive and will possibly—probably—leave you sweating, tossing and turning in your bed…or wherever you choose to read them.
Here’s the beginning of A Nightmare Come True, Book One in the Nightmares Series, to whet your appetite (Copyright Sage Marlowe, 2013):
When the day I was supposed to meet Colin Meighan finally arrived, I still couldn’t believe my luck. I was dying to meet the man in person, so, unsurprisingly, I arrived early at the address Uncle Tony had given me. It was a somewhat run-down former warehouse and far from the sexy and glamorous location I’d been expecting to find.My uncle Tony, who always knew someone who knew someone, had set me up for a job. "It’s cash in hand," he’d told me, shielding me from my mother’s suspicious glances. "A fairly good rate, too, as long as you’re willing to keep your eyes shut for some of the time."
It had been our monthly family gathering and I, true to form, had arrived with the news of having been sacked once again. Just what did it say about me that my mother hadn’t even seemed surprised and my father, who once upon a time would have considered this a perfect reason to warm my hide, had just shrugged and continued to pick at his food?
"What exactly does this job involve?" I’d asked under my breath, watching my parents’ wordless argument.
"A bit of everything," Tony had replied. "It’s a low-budget film production and they just need a capable pair of hands to help move around equipment, put up lights and screens and stuff like that. I’ve done it a few times myself, but I’m busy that day."
Young and naïve as I was, the words 'film production' had blocked out the adjective 'low-budget' by far, but it hadn’t been until I’d cornered Tony on the doorstep, when he’d been about to leave, that I had managed to extract further information on the film production in question.
"Gay porn," he’d said, smirking. "But don’t worry, the guys keep their hands to themselves—or each other, anyway. You won’t need to watch the action either. Just turn around when you’re done with your part of the job."
I hadn’t pointed out the double-entendre in his last sentence. He certainly hadn’t suggested I turn around and show my butt to some of the hottest guys in Britain. Pursuing the topic of gay porn or even gay sex any further wouldn’t have been wise at the best of times, but on the doorstep of my father’s house, jobless and on the wrong page of my father’s books, it could have rendered me homeless within minutes.
Of course, my sexual orientation had always been a well kept secret at our home. My parents knew but the rest of the family remained in the dark, so dear Uncle Tony probably thought nothing of sending me to the set of a porn film. Little did he know that it was like asking an eight-year old to help guard a candy store. When he’d mentioned the name of the production company, Centre Studs, I’d barely been able to stop myself punching the air in victory. Centre Studs was a small company and a lightweight compared to the big overseas porn industry, but they made high quality films using the nation’s finest gay porn stars. And for me, when it came to gay porn stars, there was no one better or hotter than Colin Meighan.
The inside of the building kept the promise its outside had given. Bare stone walls, naked, chipped and paint-stained concrete floors and cheap, too bright overhead lights. I was a guy and it didn’t take much to get me in the mood, but somehow I’d imagined the location for a porn film shoot to have just a tad more of a sexy atmosphere.
I was one of the first to arrive. There was another guy with a ponytail who was busy glaring at his smartphone, two cameramen and one man who was busy taping a large microphone to a rod.
"Hi there," I greeted no one in particular and no one in particular responded. The only replies I got from the four men were muffled grunts and a mumbled "Hello."
I went to the man with the ponytail. "Hi, I’m Mike. Mike Fawkes."
Tapping away on his phone, he barely looked up. "Peter Evans. Call me Pete. I’m the producer-slash-director-slash-casting agent. Any questions, talk to me."
"Yeah, all right." I let my gaze travel across the run-down film set. A super king-size bed was tucked into a corner, which was probably for the best as it didn’t look inviting. Its stripped mattress wore a multitude of stains in different shades—fading scars that had been earned in countless battles. An old-fashioned but large sofa sat in the middle of the room, its faded green corduroy covering threadbare in places. No, they didn’t put much effort into an appealing location.
"So, this is where the action’s gonna happen, huh?" I observed, mainly just to say something.
Pete glanced at me. The corners of his eyes were wrinkled in a half-smile. "Yeah. You’re early."
"Well, yes. I figured it might be better if I came early."
A soft chuckle right behind me made my back tingle. "Sweetheart, in this business it’s never good to come early."
Pete looked past me and grinned. "You took the words right out of my mouth. Hi, Colin. You’re a bit early yourself."
"Yeah, I know," Colin drawled. He moved past me and leaned in to Pete who tilted his head. For a moment I thought he’d kiss him full on the mouth, then Colin turned the motion into a quick peck on the cheek, but it was too late.
A scene from the film I’d watched last night in anticipation of the meeting interfered with reality and a dirty fantasy began to unwind in my mind. I imagined Colin greeting me with a kiss, only that ours would be open mouths and tongue-touching and all. Blood shot into my dick, fast enough to make me dizzy. Fool that I was, I’d come prepared to meet the star of my dreams, but nothing had prepared me for Colin’s enormous sex appeal. On camera he was sexy as sin, off camera he was Viagra on legs. He wore tight-fitting, ripped blue jeans and a pale grey, long-sleeved T-shirt. The fabric of the latter was so soft that it not only hugged the curves of his pectoral muscles—I could also easily make out the shape of the nipple piercing underneath.
For the full series listing, please visit the publisher’s website at: https://www.totallybound.com/index.php?route=product/series&series_id=388
The first four books are also already available from Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GDJGQEGand ARe: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-anightmarecometrue-1335054-340.html (the links take you to the first book in the series)
Or visit Sage’s world on www.sage-marlowe.com
About the author
Sage is a multi-published author of MM erotic romance novels and novellas and loves exploring the flavours of gay erotic fiction.
A willing slave to all the fascinating guys who keep queuing up and want their stories told, Sage can almost always be found cooking up the next hot story or daydreaming about new ways of rubbing sexy male bodies together to make the sparks fly.
Contact and buy links
Sage’s website & blog: www.sage-marlowe.comFacebook: www.facebook.com/sage.marlowe0 e-mail: marlowe.sage@yahoo.co.ukTwitter: @SageMarloweGoodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/SageMarloweAmazon: www.amazon.com/author/sagemarloweFor all books published with Totally Bound, go to: http://www.totallybound.com/sage-marloweFor all books published with Siren-BookStrand, go to: www.bookstrand.com/sage-marlowe
February 9, 2014
Early Download - Rock Me Gently @Totally_Bound #Excerpt
Rock Me Gently is now available for early download at Totally Bound.
(m/f contemporary erotic romance)
General release is March 7th, so own yours today and take advantage of the early download feature at Totally Bound.
Take care, until next time,
H K
Rock Me Gently Excerpt:
Jason pulled the Hummer into the recreational area and parked then came around to her side. Jason opened the door and reached for her. Standing on the running board, she was almost as tall as him. She wound her arms around his neck and he encircled her waist.
Lainey pushed his shades up so that she could see his eyes. His erection was already twitching and nudging its way up against her tummy. “You didn’t ask what I thought about what happened right before Jill called.”
His jaw tightened and he swallowed hard, then asked, “What did you think?”
“I think you must be very well-endowed, but I’m just going by feel.” She grinned.
He let out a painful sounding groan. “That’s it, we are getting right back in this truck.”
“Naw-uh.” Lainey attempted to push past him but he held her tightly.
“Well, I can’t walk around like this all day.” He prodded her with his hard-on.
“Then let’s just throw the blanket down and we can eat and talk. We don’t have to hike if you’re not able.” She grinned. “And maybe later we could neck.”
He dove for her mouth but she turned her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you, remember? Your rules.”
“Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not an English teacher.” She smiled, stepping off the running board.
Jason retrieved the cooler from the back and followed as she led them to a fairly secluded spot in a little copse of trees. They spread out the blanket and unpacked the food.
“Are you hungry?” Lainey asked.
“Starving and not for food,” he answered.
“You are a very impatient man, Mr Westlake. We’ve only known each other, what, five days?”
He stretched out on the blanket. “But I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you so I’ve been waiting seventy-two hundred minutes and counting. If you think of it that way, I am a very patient man.”
She smiled. “You wanted me to what?” she flirted.
“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I’m very good with detail and I can be quite explicit and raunchy.”
“Mmm, maybe later. But that reminds me. I brought you something.” She stretched to reach for her purse and felt his hand slide up her thigh to cup her bottom.
She gave him a mock look of severity.
“What? I like what you brought me.”
“Not that, huh. This.”
“A book,” he said, less than enthusiastically.
“Not just any book. Historical romance.”
“Oh?” he replied, in the same tone.
“I could read you all the dirty parts.”
“Although at any other time that would be titillating, I honestly couldn’t take sexy words coming from those lips right now. Not unless I was buried between those beautiful thighs while you read.”
“As if I could concentrate enough to read if you were.”
“Are you finished teasing me?”
“Probably not.”
“I’m seriously going to die today.”
“Regardless of what they tell you, you can’t actually die from that. Besides, once we do that, we can’t go back. It’s not like there will ever be that mystery again. Isn’t it exciting all this anticipation?”
“No, anticipation is just downright painful. Wait a minute.” He sat up straighter. “You said once we do that. Not if.”
Choosing to ignore that, she said, “Do you store your guitar in that Hummer or did you put it in there so that you could play it?”
“You’re not going to answer that, are you?” At the negative shake of her head he said, “I thought I might play it.”
“Why don’t you then? Take your mind off your troubles.”
Jason gave a small nod. Lainey watched him walk back to the truck, admiring his fine ass as he did so.
Rock Me Gently
(m/f contemporary erotic romance)
General release is March 7th, so own yours today and take advantage of the early download feature at Totally Bound.
Take care, until next time,
H K
Rock Me Gently Excerpt:
Jason pulled the Hummer into the recreational area and parked then came around to her side. Jason opened the door and reached for her. Standing on the running board, she was almost as tall as him. She wound her arms around his neck and he encircled her waist. Lainey pushed his shades up so that she could see his eyes. His erection was already twitching and nudging its way up against her tummy. “You didn’t ask what I thought about what happened right before Jill called.”
His jaw tightened and he swallowed hard, then asked, “What did you think?”
“I think you must be very well-endowed, but I’m just going by feel.” She grinned.
He let out a painful sounding groan. “That’s it, we are getting right back in this truck.”
“Naw-uh.” Lainey attempted to push past him but he held her tightly.
“Well, I can’t walk around like this all day.” He prodded her with his hard-on.
“Then let’s just throw the blanket down and we can eat and talk. We don’t have to hike if you’re not able.” She grinned. “And maybe later we could neck.”
He dove for her mouth but she turned her cheek. “I’m going to kiss you, remember? Your rules.”
“Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ idiot.”
“It’s a good thing you’re not an English teacher.” She smiled, stepping off the running board.
Jason retrieved the cooler from the back and followed as she led them to a fairly secluded spot in a little copse of trees. They spread out the blanket and unpacked the food.
“Are you hungry?” Lainey asked.
“Starving and not for food,” he answered.
“You are a very impatient man, Mr Westlake. We’ve only known each other, what, five days?”
He stretched out on the blanket. “But I’ve wanted you since the minute I laid eyes on you so I’ve been waiting seventy-two hundred minutes and counting. If you think of it that way, I am a very patient man.”
She smiled. “You wanted me to what?” she flirted.
“Do you really want me to answer that? Because I’m very good with detail and I can be quite explicit and raunchy.”
“Mmm, maybe later. But that reminds me. I brought you something.” She stretched to reach for her purse and felt his hand slide up her thigh to cup her bottom.
She gave him a mock look of severity.
“What? I like what you brought me.”
“Not that, huh. This.”
“A book,” he said, less than enthusiastically.
“Not just any book. Historical romance.”
“Oh?” he replied, in the same tone.
“I could read you all the dirty parts.”
“Although at any other time that would be titillating, I honestly couldn’t take sexy words coming from those lips right now. Not unless I was buried between those beautiful thighs while you read.”
“As if I could concentrate enough to read if you were.”
“Are you finished teasing me?”
“Probably not.”
“I’m seriously going to die today.”
“Regardless of what they tell you, you can’t actually die from that. Besides, once we do that, we can’t go back. It’s not like there will ever be that mystery again. Isn’t it exciting all this anticipation?”
“No, anticipation is just downright painful. Wait a minute.” He sat up straighter. “You said once we do that. Not if.”
Choosing to ignore that, she said, “Do you store your guitar in that Hummer or did you put it in there so that you could play it?”
“You’re not going to answer that, are you?” At the negative shake of her head he said, “I thought I might play it.”
“Why don’t you then? Take your mind off your troubles.”
Jason gave a small nod. Lainey watched him walk back to the truck, admiring his fine ass as he did so.
Rock Me Gently
February 7, 2014
#MySexySaturday Just Can't Get Enough!
Welcome to the 35th week of My Sexy Saturday where a group of authors share 7 paragraphs or 7 sentences or 7 words of a published work or a WIP.
Have you ever had characters that just couldn’t wait to be all over each other? You know the kind that just couldn’t get enough of each other, no matter what the circumstance?
From my list of characters, the pair who can't even wait for privacy to get their hands on each other are Syn and Sesto from If You Can't Stand the Heat .
Excerpt:
As if he could string words together at this particular moment. “Jesus, I wanna fuck you right here,” he growled, slipping his finger in and out of her.“Then do it.”
“I said I want to. But not here.”
“Then let’s go to your dressing room.”
“We don’t have time.”
She was obviously enjoying the finger fucking, beginning to move with the rhythm of his hand, bearing down and, if possible, getting even wetter. Sesto couldn’t help it…he pushed her farther forward, almost to a ninety-degree angle and pumped his fingers rapidly, while still trying not to attract attention to them. The things he would do to her if they were alone. He couldn’t believe he was doing this, practically in public, no less.
Syn began to pant, moaning softly. At least she sounded as though she were trying to hold it down. Sesto started to sweat, feeling heat creeping up his neck, his heart pounding. What harm would it do if he undid his pants and slid into her? No one was near. He wanted it so bad.
Reader Advisory: This book includes an occurrence of mild bondage and a scene of slightly dubious consent, as well as covert sexual contact in close proximity to bystanders. There is also reference to stalking and non-consensual taking of videos and photography and the dubious consensual use of restraints.
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February 6, 2014
Welcome Ashe Barker Author of Surefire Book 3 in the Sure Mastery Series @ashebarker @Totally_Bound
Please Welcome fellow Totally Bound author Ashe Barker...
Hi H K, and thanks for inviting me over today. Pick a Genre Already – what a wonderful title for a blog.
Today I want to chat a bit about Surefire, book 3 in my Sure Mastery series which went on general release last week. This book rounds off the story of Ashley and Tom, as well as re-visiting some old friends from The Dark Side.
I know readers have mixed feelings about books which come out as a series as opposed to stand alone stories, and I share that view probably. I tend to prefer to wait until the whole series is out before I start reading. Once I start, if it’s a good story, I like to be able to finish. Well, if that’s your preference too, now you can get your hands on the whole of Sure Mastery at one go.
I should say I have a soft spot for this cover. I love simple images for my cover art, pictures that are sensual but not necessarily overtly sexual. Emmy at Totally Bound always does a brilliant job capturing my mood, but the chess piece on the front of Surefire is exceptional. I love it. And the scenes in Sure Mastery featuring games of chess between Ashley and Tom are among the hottest in there, so make sure you have a fire extinguisher to hand.
Someone recently asked me why I chose chess as the vehicle for such sensual parts of the story, an unlikely candidate, surely. I don’t agree. The inspiration came from someone I knew many years ago. He played chess professionally, went on to become a Grand Master and I still occasionally spot his name in international coverage. He was a really nice guy, very interesting to talk to, quirky but lots of fun. Above all, he approached everything he did with single-minded focus and with such intensity it was startling. Tom behaves a little like that around Ashley. It seemed fitting to me.
Tom’s a brilliant chess player, Ashley more mediocre. Their games are an unequal struggle but it’s Ashley who comes out the winner in my view. Check out the excerpt and let me know what you think.
Sure Mastery is perhaps a more intense and emotional story than The Dark Side was. Ashley does find her happy ever after, but not before she encounters crushing loss and intense grief. A few readers have contacted me to say it actually moved them to tears in places. I certainly wept a bit writing it. Cat lovers will understand.
But it’s also a story about courage and hope and moving on. Ashley may encounter some real hardships but she never sees herself as a victim, and she’s as determined and resourceful as they come. She knows it’s up to her to reinvent her own future so she does just that.
At the heart of the Sure Mastery story is a theme comparing a BDSM relationship to one of domestic abuse, a difference which is completely obvious to those in the lifestyle but often lost on those viewing it from outside. I hope the core messages of consent, trust and choice come across in the story. I think they do.
You can get your hands on Surefire, and the rest of the Sure Mastery series from Amazon US, Amazon UK, Totally Bound, Kobo, All Romance.
Author Bio:
Until 2010 I was a director of a regeneration company in Leeds, in the UK, before becoming convinced there must be more to life. I left to work as an independent consultant, and still do some of that though most of my time is now spent writing. At last I’ve been able to realise my dream of writing erotic romance myself. I’ve been an avid reader of fiction for many years, erotic and other genres, and I still love reading historical and contemporary romances – the hotter the better. But now I have a good excuse for my guilty pleasure – research. In my own writing I usually draw on settings and anecdotes from my own experience to lend colour, detail and realism to my plots and characters. An incident here, a chance remark there, a bizarre event or quirky character, any of these can spark a story idea. But ultimately my tales of love, challenge, resilience and compassion are the conjurings of my own lurid and smutty imagination.
When not writing – which is not very often these days - my time is divided between my role as resident taxi driver for my teenage daughter, and caring for a menagerie of dogs, rabbits, tortoises. And most recently a very grumpy cockatiel. I’m a rural parish councillor, and I’m passionate about evolving rural traditions and values to suit twenty first century lifestyles.
I’ve completed my third trilogy in the Black Combe ‘family’ which is due for release later this year and I’m well on with writing the fourth. I also have a novella coming out soon, and have written a stand-alone novel for Totally Bound’s ‘What’s Her secret?’ imprint. I have a short story in Totally Bounds Paramour collection, and another in the Jolly Rogered anthology which is due for publication in July 2014. I have a pile of story ideas still to work through, and keep thinking of new ones at the most unlikely moments, so you can expect to see a lot more from me.
Here’s the blurb:
Surefire is the third book in the Sure Mastery trilogy, charting the sensual and emotional journey of petty thief turned photographer Ashley McAllister as she struggles to overcome personal tragedy, loss and grief to rebuild her life in the wild beauty of the West Yorkshire moorland.
Resilient and determined, independent and courageous, Ashley has no qualms about cutting her old ties and starting again. Intent on establishing her landscape photography business, she is horrified when her turbulent past comes crashing back to haunt her, threatening to overwhelm and destroy her fragile new beginning.
Alone, vulnerable, Ashley needs Tom to guard her secrets and allow her to stay. And he just wants her. He wants her submission, her surrender, but he’s already destroyed her trust in him. Will his seductive charm and sure mastery be enough to rebuild her fragile faith? Can he teach her the difference between the violent abuse she’s experienced in the past and his much more exquisite approach to pain? And where does pain end and pleasure begin?
Intrigued and delighted by Ashley, Tom finds her passionate response to his touch totally enthralling. And she delights in his gentle but sure mastery as he allows her to explore her nature fully, guiding her into his world of pleasure, desire, trust and reward. His gifts to her are beyond price, the rewards of submission.
But will it be enough, and can the shadows of her dangerous and violent past be left behind them? Or will Ashley’s ghosts come back to destroy their fragile new life together? As violence once more explodes around Ashley she learns to true meaning of surrender, and of the precious gifts that life can offer.
Ashley and Tom’s sensual journey continues as an old friend returns to Black Combe. As her business flourishes and her relationship with Tom deepens Ashley is happy, truly happy, and looking forward to the future. Then, without warning, her world is shattered once more as her past comes crashing back, violence and malevolence crushing her new-found happiness and threatening all she now holds dear. Shocked and horrified as she learns the terrifying truth, Ashley has to battle for her own survival and that of the tiny life just starting inside her. Can her Master protect her? Is there a future for them after all?
Sure mastery can only be met with absolute submission. As Ashley surrenders to the inevitable, as she relies on her Master to keep her safe, will it be enough?
Excerpt from Surefire
I know that look, make the correct response. “I mean, yes, please, Sir.” And I drop my eyes.He nods at me politely, crisp and business like. “Right, the rules. You’ll never manage to beat me, and definitely not feeling as nervous as you apparently do just now. You’re trembling, Ashley. Are you cold already? Even before I slide those beads into you?”I shake my head quickly. “No, I’m fine, thank you, Sir. Please, go on.”“The first time you manage to get me in check, I’ll allow you to get undressed. And yes, I mean totally naked. I’ll enjoy the view, I always do.” He breaks off his explanation to rake me with his eyes, the gleam of lust clear. And I know he intends to take his time over this—those beads are not coming out of the freezer any time soon. With a smile, he continues, “The next time you get me in check I’ll allow you to fetch the lube from the bathroom, and the next time I find myself in check, I’ll allow you to apply it.”I stare at him, startled. This was unexpected. “Me? I have to do it?”“Yes, you do. You’ll manage very well I expect—lots of incentive. I’ll watch, and when you’ve finished I’ll be examining you carefully to make sure you’re nice and—slick. And then, the next time you manage to get me in check, then you get to take the beads out of the freezer. You’ll bring them here, to me, and then you’ll lie across my knees and allow me to slip them inside you. You’ll be quiet, the perfect submissive. You won’t struggle or wriggle or offer any protest. You’ll keep perfectly still and let me put them in, because if you move, or make a sound, you’ll have to put the beads back in the freezer, and try to get me in check again. Then we try again. And we’ll carry on trying until you finally submit, properly submit, or you safe word. Is that clear, Ashley?”“I— Yes, Sir.”“Any questions?” His tone softens slightly as he says, “Any objections?”I don’t raise my eyes as I answer, just murmur my response, “No, Sir, no objections.”“Good. You start then.”I take a breath, and move my king’s pawn forward two spaces. Tom nods his approval, and moves his knight first. We exchange moves, nothing spectacular, common enough opening gambits from both of us. Suddenly Tom makes an uncharacteristically unwise move, his castle shooting across the board to leave his king unguarded, offering me an opportunity to place him in check. He’s done it on purpose, must have. I glance sharply up at him as I slide my queen onto his back row. “Check.”He nods, smiles and leans back to watch me. “Stand here, in front of me.” He indicates the spot directly between his legs. “Strip to the waist facing me, then turn around and remove the rest of your clothes. You can take your time, obviously. I’m in no hurry, although I realise you might be. Those beads have been in there a good ten minutes already, and you’ve still got a lot to do.”I stand, walk around the coffee table to stand on the spot he indicated. “You did that on purpose, you let me win.” “You haven’t won, nowhere near. And you won’t. But it’s true I want you naked and I was fed up of waiting for you to achieve it on your own. The next bit won’t be so easy. So, your clothes please, Ashley. In your own time.”
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