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February 5, 2012
MONDAY MAGIC - Keziah Hill
Right now it's February which is traditionally the hottest month of the year in Australia. Like August in the Northern Hemisphere, the last month of summer seems to go on forever, particularly if you live on the east coast where the humidity is a killer. I'm lucky because I live 100ks or so west of Sydney in the Blue Mountains so humidity isn't so much of an issue for me.
Most of Australia suffered through a ten year long drought which broke with a vengeance in 2010-11. Unfortunately the rains have come again this summer, so much of south-east Queensland and northern New South Wales is under flood waters as I write this.
But the big issue for me is that lack of summer we've had this year. The Blue Mountains is a cold climate part of Australia so I expect it will always be colder than Sydney, but I don't expect to have the heater on consistently since Christmas. And rain, rain, rain. Days of it. Weeks of it.
I hadn't realised how much the weather effects my mood. I can't get out into the garden and I can't go for walks. Don't get me wrong, I love cold weather, that's why I live here, but the the unrelenting gloomy grey is getting on my nerves.
Today the sun is out. Yay! But that's end of it until the end of February. Then it's on to autumn. The upside is autumn is my favorite time of year so I'm hoping for sunny days, crisp air and glorious colour from the turning trees.
One of the benefits of so much rain is that I've been doing a lot of writing. My crime novel is on a home stretch, and I've finished an erotic fantasy novella that I'm in the process of tidying up and submitting. I've also written two shorts for a couple of anthologies.
Maybe I should be thanking all this rain!
Excerpt
Readers seem to be more interested in lesbian erotic romance lately. It's always been popular with erotica readers but less so with erotic romance readers. I like writing lesbian romance, so here's an excerpt from "Ghostly Desires" a story in Friends and Lovers: Two Erotic Tales which is available from Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords. Links here. http://www.keziahhill.com/books/
The rain cleared the next day and Thea wandered through the grounds peering into sheds and picking some bedraggled flowers. It was much better than she remembered. When the sun was out, it was spectacular. Her mind ticked over with possibilities. The idea of a bed and breakfast specializing in eco tours through Wild Rivers National Park looked more and more attractive. She'd get the place fixed up and a marketing plan written. First though, she'd figure out why Judith wanted to get rid of her.
Thea spent an amusing if sleepless night listening to the laughter and creepy howls of what she assumed was an attempt at a resident ghost. It made her think that an occasional murder mystery weekend or a ghost theme might be quite an attraction for the place. The people who didn't want to go off trekking in the wilderness could play games and be warm while consuming fabulous food and wine.
She'd have to ask Judith for some suggestions after she worked out what to do about her. An environmental scientist who could cook like an angel was a definite asset. The fact that Thea wanted to spend a large amount of time picking her brain while wrapped around her, was neither here nor there. Not that she really wanted to do much talking. Her mouth would be much better employed trying to taste every inch of Miss Judith's glorious skin.
She made her way back to the kitchen, found a vase for the flowers and planned her next move. She didn't have to wait long. Judith staggered in the kitchen with a pile of wood in her arms looking frazzled and tired. She'd ditched the grey serge for a worn pair of jeans that molded her every curve and a snug black sweater. It was still cold and Thea's mouth watered at the sight of Judith's nipples, tight and distinct under the wool.
"Morning. How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Judith snapped. "What about you?"
"Perfect. There were a few noises in the night, but I just assumed they were the resident ghost and went back to sleep. I think that's the best thing to do with ghosts, don't you? Just ignore them and they either give up and disappear or settle in to become one of the family. I hope this one settles in. Has it been around for long?"
Judith glared at her and piled the wood into the wood box. "I didn't hear anything."
"No? I must be sensitive to ghosts then." She smiled at Judith who gasped and dropped the wood, peering at her hand with a curse.
"Shit! I've got a splinter."
"Let me see." Thea pulled Judith's hand into hers and saw a sharp fragment of wood embedded in the base of her thumb. "Stand still, I'll get it out."
Blood welled out of Judith's skin as Thea eased out the wood. She lifted Judith's hand and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the broken skin. She tasted of copper and salt mixed with panic. Thea moved closer, sliding her arm around Judith's waist, while still licking her hand. When she moved her tongue to the inside of her wrist and felt her frantic pulse, Judith's sharp indrawn breath sent a tingle of delight through her. She lifted her head from Judith's hand and pulled her closer, her mouth almost touching Judith's slightly parted lips.
"Is that better?"
"Yes," Judith whispered, her eyes wide and round.
"Good." She dropped her gaze to Judith's breasts and smiled. "Very good. You should put something on it." Stepping away from her, she picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it. "I'm going into town to talk to a few trades people. I want to get this place fixed up as soon as possible. Need anything?"
Judith shook her head. She seemed to be having trouble breathing.
"Okay. I'll see you later. Look after that hand."
****
Thanks so much for being my guest today Keziah! Congratulations on getting so much writing done lately! I wish I could catch some of that...I need to finish our "Secret Writing Project"! (Keziah and I are in the same writers group in Sydney. She's finished her bit and I'm lagging behind!)
Most of Australia suffered through a ten year long drought which broke with a vengeance in 2010-11. Unfortunately the rains have come again this summer, so much of south-east Queensland and northern New South Wales is under flood waters as I write this.
But the big issue for me is that lack of summer we've had this year. The Blue Mountains is a cold climate part of Australia so I expect it will always be colder than Sydney, but I don't expect to have the heater on consistently since Christmas. And rain, rain, rain. Days of it. Weeks of it.
I hadn't realised how much the weather effects my mood. I can't get out into the garden and I can't go for walks. Don't get me wrong, I love cold weather, that's why I live here, but the the unrelenting gloomy grey is getting on my nerves.
Today the sun is out. Yay! But that's end of it until the end of February. Then it's on to autumn. The upside is autumn is my favorite time of year so I'm hoping for sunny days, crisp air and glorious colour from the turning trees.
One of the benefits of so much rain is that I've been doing a lot of writing. My crime novel is on a home stretch, and I've finished an erotic fantasy novella that I'm in the process of tidying up and submitting. I've also written two shorts for a couple of anthologies.
Maybe I should be thanking all this rain!
ExcerptReaders seem to be more interested in lesbian erotic romance lately. It's always been popular with erotica readers but less so with erotic romance readers. I like writing lesbian romance, so here's an excerpt from "Ghostly Desires" a story in Friends and Lovers: Two Erotic Tales which is available from Amazon Kindle, Barnes and Noble and Smashwords. Links here. http://www.keziahhill.com/books/
The rain cleared the next day and Thea wandered through the grounds peering into sheds and picking some bedraggled flowers. It was much better than she remembered. When the sun was out, it was spectacular. Her mind ticked over with possibilities. The idea of a bed and breakfast specializing in eco tours through Wild Rivers National Park looked more and more attractive. She'd get the place fixed up and a marketing plan written. First though, she'd figure out why Judith wanted to get rid of her.
Thea spent an amusing if sleepless night listening to the laughter and creepy howls of what she assumed was an attempt at a resident ghost. It made her think that an occasional murder mystery weekend or a ghost theme might be quite an attraction for the place. The people who didn't want to go off trekking in the wilderness could play games and be warm while consuming fabulous food and wine.
She'd have to ask Judith for some suggestions after she worked out what to do about her. An environmental scientist who could cook like an angel was a definite asset. The fact that Thea wanted to spend a large amount of time picking her brain while wrapped around her, was neither here nor there. Not that she really wanted to do much talking. Her mouth would be much better employed trying to taste every inch of Miss Judith's glorious skin.
She made her way back to the kitchen, found a vase for the flowers and planned her next move. She didn't have to wait long. Judith staggered in the kitchen with a pile of wood in her arms looking frazzled and tired. She'd ditched the grey serge for a worn pair of jeans that molded her every curve and a snug black sweater. It was still cold and Thea's mouth watered at the sight of Judith's nipples, tight and distinct under the wool.
"Morning. How did you sleep?"
"Fine," Judith snapped. "What about you?"
"Perfect. There were a few noises in the night, but I just assumed they were the resident ghost and went back to sleep. I think that's the best thing to do with ghosts, don't you? Just ignore them and they either give up and disappear or settle in to become one of the family. I hope this one settles in. Has it been around for long?"
Judith glared at her and piled the wood into the wood box. "I didn't hear anything."
"No? I must be sensitive to ghosts then." She smiled at Judith who gasped and dropped the wood, peering at her hand with a curse.
"Shit! I've got a splinter."
"Let me see." Thea pulled Judith's hand into hers and saw a sharp fragment of wood embedded in the base of her thumb. "Stand still, I'll get it out."
Blood welled out of Judith's skin as Thea eased out the wood. She lifted Judith's hand and sucked on it, swirling her tongue around the broken skin. She tasted of copper and salt mixed with panic. Thea moved closer, sliding her arm around Judith's waist, while still licking her hand. When she moved her tongue to the inside of her wrist and felt her frantic pulse, Judith's sharp indrawn breath sent a tingle of delight through her. She lifted her head from Judith's hand and pulled her closer, her mouth almost touching Judith's slightly parted lips.
"Is that better?"
"Yes," Judith whispered, her eyes wide and round.
"Good." She dropped her gaze to Judith's breasts and smiled. "Very good. You should put something on it." Stepping away from her, she picked up an apple from the fruit bowl and bit into it. "I'm going into town to talk to a few trades people. I want to get this place fixed up as soon as possible. Need anything?"
Judith shook her head. She seemed to be having trouble breathing.
"Okay. I'll see you later. Look after that hand."
****
Thanks so much for being my guest today Keziah! Congratulations on getting so much writing done lately! I wish I could catch some of that...I need to finish our "Secret Writing Project"! (Keziah and I are in the same writers group in Sydney. She's finished her bit and I'm lagging behind!)
February 1, 2012
THURSDAY TEASER: Ashlyn Chase
Good morning folks! Today I have the pleasure of presenting to you a wonderful excerpt from my good friend Ashlyn Chase. She has a new release out, and a special treat she's giving us a never before seen snippet from Chapter Two!
IMMORTALLY YOURS by Ashlyn Chase
Blurb: Lizette has spent three hundred years on earth, but this is her first time in a therapist's office. Lonely and aimless, she feels that life has lost its meaning…and she's come to Colin for advice on ending it. If only he weren't so maddeningly, distractingly attractive, she'd be able to get on with things.
The moment Lizette steps into his office, Colin knows he has to help her. He also knows he has to have her—in every position possible.
As they spend time together, the heat between them rises and clothes come off, revealing Colin to be not only a phenomenal lover, but a picture-perfect nude muse for Lizette's erotic photographs, as well. But in trying to give Lizette's life meaning, they might have ruined Colin's.
You can read Chapter One and buy the book HERE
Here is the excerpt:
Chapter TwoTo desire immortality is to desire the eternal perpetuation of a great mistake -- Arthur Schopenhauer
The admission slammed into Colin like a high-speed impact. Shock waves reverberated through his body and prickles traveled up his spine. "I—I can't do that. I took the Hippocratic oath and I'd violate my own principles by trying to assist you in suicide. And in your case, you're right, it could be a disaster. Why would you want to do that?" How can I stop her from trying?
She shrugged. "What's to live for? I've already told you how lonely I am. How isolated my life has become. What I haven't told you is how many nights I lay awake, crying my eyes out. And nowadays, I can't even seek solace in a bit of casual, uncommitted sex."
Damn. How he'd love to help her out with that. Watch it, Brayer. She could be trying to manipulate you. But for some reason, he didn't think so. Her face said she was deadly serious.
There were times Collin wished he wasn't a doctor and this was one of them. He leaned forward, hands clasped together, and rested his elbows on his knees. "Listen, Lizette, the reason I don't believe in suicide is because the very nature of life is change. And as such, feelings change…circumstances change. And with change comes hope. Nothing is inescapeable forever.
"I sympathize with people's emotional suffering and that's why I became a doctor in the first place. I'm here to help. If the problem is depression, it can result in a chemical imbalance. Then the chemical imbalance feeds the depression. It becomes a vicious cycle. The good news is that we have chemicals to restore the balance. I know you don't like the idea of nature being aided by chemicals but you have no idea how many peoples' lives have been improved by psychopharmacology."
"What's that?"
"The science of medication to restore mental health or alleviate emotional suffering. Are you allergic to any drugs?"
She held up her hand. "No, but stop right there. I don't want to take drugs."
Colin sighed. How many times had he heard that? "They're not all bad. I wish Nancy Regan had been more specific and said, 'Just say no to illegal, un-prescribed, addictive drugs.'"
"But I don't need drugs."
"You said you cry frequently and want to commit suicide. That sounds to me like symptoms of depression--symptoms that could prove to be dangerous. Sometimes, a short trial on antidepressant medication helps make the final diagnosis when it works. And the diagnostic tool becomes the cure at the same time."
After a long hesitation, she threw her hands in the air. "If it might help, I guess I can try it. After all, I don't need to worry about them killing me, do I?"
Thank God. He couldn't stop a smile. "No, you don't. Neither do most people if they take them as prescribed. You may have some side effects but read the enclosures the pharmacy gives you. Report any of those symptoms to me right away." He whipped out his prescription pad and scribbled her name at the top. His pen hovered over the space next to it. "What do you use as your date of birth?"
She shrugged. "I don't have one. Care to make one up for me?"
He looked at her closely. "I'd say you could have been born in the late eighties, tops."
"Okay," she said. "Make it today's date, nineteen-eighty-seven. It's only two-hundred and seventy-five years off, give or take."
He paused, then jotted down the date and wrote the instructions. Then he rose and handed the prescription to her. "Take this to a pharmacy on your way home and follow the instructions to the letter. Then come back in a week. Okay?"
"I might not be able to afford too many more visits. Is it okay if I just call and check in once in a while?" She took the slip of paper and tucked the prescription in her handbag.
"No. I'll need to see you in a week."
She sighed.
He had to do something to ensure she'd come back. Perhaps, he could tell her something without giving details that would make her feel less alone.
He took a deep breath. "You're not the only one, you know."
She bolted upright. "What do you mean?"
"You're not the only immortal roaming the earth. You're not even the only immortal in Seattle."
She focused on him intently, her eyes narrowed. "Are you saying you've known people like me—and that you truly believe my story?"
"I'm not committing to anything, yet. As I said, I'm reserving judgment until I get to know you better, but yes…it's possible. I've had a couple patients with immortality related issues. That's why I advertise the way I do."
"Evening hours? Comfortable with unique cases?"
"Exactly."
She locked eyes with him and breathed a quiet, "Oh." Her perfect, delicate pink lips formed a circle he imagined tightly wrapped around his cock and he almost groaned out loud. Stop it, Colin. For God's sakes!
"What if I need to talk to you earlier?"
"I have an answering service that can get in touch with me in an emergency."
She tossed her hair over her shoulder. "Good to know. Thanks, Doctor. I feel almost human again."
"You'll probably feel even better next week."
"I guess you've tested this stuff on immortals before?"
He smiled. "You'd be surprised."
"I wish you could tell me who and where they are but I suppose you can't."
"That's right. They're confidentiality is important too."
She smiled coquettishly and said, "Maybe just a hint? Please?"
He gave her a sideways look that he hoped broached no argument.
"I know, I know. It's against the rules. See you next week." She waved and left. Holy Moses! He needed to have a serious talk with his hormones.
Oh, and where can you buy the book again - why HERE of course!
***
Can I have Colin for MY doctor? Pretty please?? I just bought this book myself, and OMG he is gorgeous!
You know I love people to drop by and read the excerpts. There is only one thing I love even more - if you could leave a comment! Come on - you know you want to!
January 29, 2012
MONDAY MAGIC - Beverley Oakley
Welcome to Beverley Oakley - fellow Aussie and debut Total-e-bound author!
***
Thanks, Maggie, for having me here today. It's always fun to talk about the background to one's latest release.
Since the age of twelve I've been addicted to reading social histories, particularly between 1750 and 1875, and it's usually a reference to a woman's struggle to escape her circumstances which ignites a story idea.
We take for granted so many of our liberties that it's easy to forget that until relatively recently men held the cards and women had no power – either political or financial – unless they were widowed or special legal licence were granted them.
A lady would not work for money and a working girl who toiled from dawn till well into the night often did not earn enough to keep body and soul together, which is why prostitution reached such proportions during the Victorian era.
In my recently-released novel, Rake's Honour, my heroine, Fanny Brightwell, must marry money if her family is not to lose their standing in society. Her mama has a suitor lined up but Lord Slyther's superating sores and foul breath, not to mention his clearly stated intention to break her spirit, acts as a powerful motivator to Fanny to find a man who will fulfil her mama's marital criteria and please Fanny's heart.
Below is an excerpt showing just how loathsome Lord Slyther is and why Fanny will do anything to escape marriage to him.
***
"Ah, but, Miss Brightwell, your misfortune is that you have miscalculated, and my fortune is that it gives me all the bargaining power in the world."
Her already great horror was compounded as she felt his hand upon her neck, gently caressing her skin. Frozen, unable to move as she accepted the truth of his assessment, she trembled as she tried to assimilate his words. Until last night, she had conducted herself with all the decorum required by a chaste innocent, hopeful of contracting a suitable marriage. True, she wasn't decorous by nature, but only the gleam in her eye when a handsome gentleman showed interest would give her away, surely? Not her actions. Her mother had spent her lifetime trying to subdue that reckless, adventurous streak Fanny had inherited from her ill-fated father and, until last night, Fanny could not have been accused of anything that would compromise her reputation.
"It is true, my lord, that I accompanied Lord Alverley to Vauxhall, alone, in masquerade," she whispered, "but my virtue is unblemished."
"Surely the boy tried to kiss you." In the firelight she saw Lord Slyther's stained teeth bared with prurient interest before he burst out laughing. "You didn't enjoy it, eh? Well, that's good, because as your future husband it's my job to show you how to kiss. Now stand up, Miss Brightwell, if you please, and face me."
Fanny rose, silent while her mind whirled at this new and dreadful situation. Her mother was in the next room with Antoinette. When Fanny emerged with Lord Slyther to announce the news of their engagement, Lady Brightwell would clasp Fanny tenderly to her bosom in perhaps the only gesture of genuine pleasure she'd ever extend towards her eldest daughter—the daughter upon whom she was pinning all her hopes. All the family's hopes, Fanny amended silently. Either she or Antoinette was required to make a decent marriage if the Brightwell family was not to slide into worse than simply genteel poverty. If Fanny was not prepared to sacrifice herself to this horror, there would be no more rubbing shoulders with the haut ton. No, she'd be rubbing the chilblains of some crotchety old woman to whom she'd be paid companion, while Antoinette worked as a governess and their mother lived out her days beholden to her detested cousin, having never forgiven Fanny for failing in her duty.
"Show me your ankles."
Fanny swallowed down her surprised outrage, only raising the skirts of her cerulean blue lutestring gown when he repeated the command, his voice now cajoling.
He relaxed deeper into his chair with a sigh. "Such prettily turned little ankles, Miss Brightwell." He patted his heart. "Indeed, you are going to bring me much pleasure in my dotage. Now let me feel your ankle, if you please. That's right—raise your leg upon the footstool so I may bend forward and caress your pretty little limb."
At this, Fanny objected while trying not to cry. Never had she been so demeaned in all her life. "With all due respect, my Lord, I committed no sin greater than conversing alone with Lord Alverley."
"And kissing him."
"One kiss—"
"Your reputation is besmirched, Miss Brightwell, and only I will be prepared to overlook it once it becomes public knowledge. Now, if you please, my dear, raise your little ankle over the arm of my chair so I may stroke it for you while we discuss the terms of this marriage you're in no position to refuse."
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Fanny raised her leg, hooking her ankle over the arm of Lord Slyther's chair, bracing herself against the horror of the liberties he was about to take.
When his fat, bejewelled hands clasped her calf and began to stroke the contours up to her garters, just below the knee, she tried to transport herself back to the evening before, when in the arms of the thrilling stranger she had discovered her body's responses to pleasures unknown. It was no use. Lord Slyther's loathsome touch put him in the league of some wart-ridden toad, crawling, fat and oily to the touch.
At least she had the protection of a sheath of white silk, but when he tugged at the ribbon of her garter and slowly eased one stocking down to her ankle, she felt her defences all but crumble.
Fanny's horror at having to spend a lifetime with odious Lord Slyther are all the motivation Fanny needs to take another wild chance that will hopefully snare the handsome Viscount Fenton. The irresistible rake, dressed in masquerade, had whisked her away from her unsatisfactory escort the night before at Vauxhall Gardens and Fanny's future happiness now relies on binding Fenton to her, body and soul… and quickly!
****
Beverley Eikli wrote her first romance novel when she was seventeen. Drowning the heroine on the last page (p550!) was, she soon discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt.
A new world of romance and adventure opened up to her in a thatched cottage in the Okavango Delta with a handsome Norwegian bush pilot, then, later, in the back of Cessna 404s during low-level survey sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap. Cocooned for eight hours at a time with a lonely pilot was, she discovered, a great apprenticeship for a romance author. Her first erotic Regency Historical has just been released by Total-e-Bound.
You can buy this fabulous book from HERE
***
Thanks, Maggie, for having me here today. It's always fun to talk about the background to one's latest release.
Since the age of twelve I've been addicted to reading social histories, particularly between 1750 and 1875, and it's usually a reference to a woman's struggle to escape her circumstances which ignites a story idea.
We take for granted so many of our liberties that it's easy to forget that until relatively recently men held the cards and women had no power – either political or financial – unless they were widowed or special legal licence were granted them.
A lady would not work for money and a working girl who toiled from dawn till well into the night often did not earn enough to keep body and soul together, which is why prostitution reached such proportions during the Victorian era.In my recently-released novel, Rake's Honour, my heroine, Fanny Brightwell, must marry money if her family is not to lose their standing in society. Her mama has a suitor lined up but Lord Slyther's superating sores and foul breath, not to mention his clearly stated intention to break her spirit, acts as a powerful motivator to Fanny to find a man who will fulfil her mama's marital criteria and please Fanny's heart.
Below is an excerpt showing just how loathsome Lord Slyther is and why Fanny will do anything to escape marriage to him.
***
"Ah, but, Miss Brightwell, your misfortune is that you have miscalculated, and my fortune is that it gives me all the bargaining power in the world."
Her already great horror was compounded as she felt his hand upon her neck, gently caressing her skin. Frozen, unable to move as she accepted the truth of his assessment, she trembled as she tried to assimilate his words. Until last night, she had conducted herself with all the decorum required by a chaste innocent, hopeful of contracting a suitable marriage. True, she wasn't decorous by nature, but only the gleam in her eye when a handsome gentleman showed interest would give her away, surely? Not her actions. Her mother had spent her lifetime trying to subdue that reckless, adventurous streak Fanny had inherited from her ill-fated father and, until last night, Fanny could not have been accused of anything that would compromise her reputation.
"It is true, my lord, that I accompanied Lord Alverley to Vauxhall, alone, in masquerade," she whispered, "but my virtue is unblemished."
"Surely the boy tried to kiss you." In the firelight she saw Lord Slyther's stained teeth bared with prurient interest before he burst out laughing. "You didn't enjoy it, eh? Well, that's good, because as your future husband it's my job to show you how to kiss. Now stand up, Miss Brightwell, if you please, and face me."
Fanny rose, silent while her mind whirled at this new and dreadful situation. Her mother was in the next room with Antoinette. When Fanny emerged with Lord Slyther to announce the news of their engagement, Lady Brightwell would clasp Fanny tenderly to her bosom in perhaps the only gesture of genuine pleasure she'd ever extend towards her eldest daughter—the daughter upon whom she was pinning all her hopes. All the family's hopes, Fanny amended silently. Either she or Antoinette was required to make a decent marriage if the Brightwell family was not to slide into worse than simply genteel poverty. If Fanny was not prepared to sacrifice herself to this horror, there would be no more rubbing shoulders with the haut ton. No, she'd be rubbing the chilblains of some crotchety old woman to whom she'd be paid companion, while Antoinette worked as a governess and their mother lived out her days beholden to her detested cousin, having never forgiven Fanny for failing in her duty.
"Show me your ankles."
Fanny swallowed down her surprised outrage, only raising the skirts of her cerulean blue lutestring gown when he repeated the command, his voice now cajoling.
He relaxed deeper into his chair with a sigh. "Such prettily turned little ankles, Miss Brightwell." He patted his heart. "Indeed, you are going to bring me much pleasure in my dotage. Now let me feel your ankle, if you please. That's right—raise your leg upon the footstool so I may bend forward and caress your pretty little limb."
At this, Fanny objected while trying not to cry. Never had she been so demeaned in all her life. "With all due respect, my Lord, I committed no sin greater than conversing alone with Lord Alverley."
"And kissing him."
"One kiss—"
"Your reputation is besmirched, Miss Brightwell, and only I will be prepared to overlook it once it becomes public knowledge. Now, if you please, my dear, raise your little ankle over the arm of my chair so I may stroke it for you while we discuss the terms of this marriage you're in no position to refuse."
Sucking in a shuddering breath, Fanny raised her leg, hooking her ankle over the arm of Lord Slyther's chair, bracing herself against the horror of the liberties he was about to take.
When his fat, bejewelled hands clasped her calf and began to stroke the contours up to her garters, just below the knee, she tried to transport herself back to the evening before, when in the arms of the thrilling stranger she had discovered her body's responses to pleasures unknown. It was no use. Lord Slyther's loathsome touch put him in the league of some wart-ridden toad, crawling, fat and oily to the touch.
At least she had the protection of a sheath of white silk, but when he tugged at the ribbon of her garter and slowly eased one stocking down to her ankle, she felt her defences all but crumble.
Fanny's horror at having to spend a lifetime with odious Lord Slyther are all the motivation Fanny needs to take another wild chance that will hopefully snare the handsome Viscount Fenton. The irresistible rake, dressed in masquerade, had whisked her away from her unsatisfactory escort the night before at Vauxhall Gardens and Fanny's future happiness now relies on binding Fenton to her, body and soul… and quickly!
****
Beverley Eikli wrote her first romance novel when she was seventeen. Drowning the heroine on the last page (p550!) was, she soon discovered, not in the spirit of the genre so her romance-writing career ground to a halt.
A new world of romance and adventure opened up to her in a thatched cottage in the Okavango Delta with a handsome Norwegian bush pilot, then, later, in the back of Cessna 404s during low-level survey sorties over the French Guyanese jungle and Greenland's ice cap. Cocooned for eight hours at a time with a lonely pilot was, she discovered, a great apprenticeship for a romance author. Her first erotic Regency Historical has just been released by Total-e-Bound.
You can buy this fabulous book from HERE
January 28, 2012
SUNDAY SNOG - The Master's Prize
Hey folks...here we are again with a SUNDAY SNOG! Today I have the first kiss between the reluctant sub Elise and her soon to be Master - Mitch. That's right...it's from THE MASTER'S PRIZE - my first BDSM story with Total-e-bound.
Don't forget to check out all the other SUNDAY SNOGS via Victoria Blisse's blog. Click on the graphic to find them all :-)
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And now for mine!
EXCERPT from THE MASTER'S PRIZE from Total-e-bound
"Hoo wee, ladies and gents, we have a winner. A donation is making its way up to the studio as we speak to claim his kiss with the sexy Miss Elise Blake. Stay tuned for this momentous occasion. We'll be back with the tongue action after these few words from our ever-popular sponsors. Don't move."Throwing off his earpiece again, he raced out into the corridor to meet the elevator. As the doors opened he stopped in his tracks then moved forward laughing. "Mitch Collins! Bloody great to see you, mate. How've you been?""Can't complain," said the deep voice belonging to the man coming out of the elevator. "Things will be infinitely better once I get what I came for."Davo shook his hand vigorously. "The kiss, oh yeah, the kiss. Well, you're a lucky bastard, Mitch. She's a real looker.""So I believe."Elise almost fainted on the spot. She recognised both the name and the sexiest voice she'd ever heard. It was him, the man from the BDSM club. Shit! The club she'd gone to after her crazy friend Nicole dared her. He was the training master who had the body she'd been having erotic dreams about and somehow he'd found out her name. How had he done that? The memory of how much she'd been turned on by that place freaked her out, and the thought that this gorgeous hunk of man presumed that she would be his willing slave made her fascinated, angry, and scared to death at the same time. And, if she was truly honest with herself, incredibly turned on. However, she still wasn't quite sure she could go through with the whole dominant–submission thing, so once when he'd called looking for her and told her secretary that they had met at a friend's club and she realised where he meant. Afraid of what the consequences would be if she gave in to her desires, she'd decided not to return his calls. She'd been avoiding him for weeks. In fact, she'd been trying to forget that night at the club altogether, not that it was easy. The erotic scenes she'd witnessed invaded her dreams every night, and now a consequence of that visit was standing right here in front of her. Holy shit, great predicament, Elise! Bloody hell, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? She'd looked him up on the Internet and the photos she'd found didn't do him justice at all. The shaggy dark brown hair was the same, but those dark blue eyes rimmed by those incredibly long eyelashes, and that lopsided grin? Oh man, then there was his body. It should be illegal for a man to have shoulders so broad and a bum so muscular you just wanted to sink your teeth into it.It doesn't matter. She still didn't want to go out with him, especially after the arrogant way he'd been pursuing her. He didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word 'no', and she still didn't understand why he picked her. She was sure they'd never met in person before. In fact, along with the mask, she'd been careful not to interact with anyone at that club. She wasn't sure she was ready to explore that particular fantasy for real. Not yet. Anyway, it was the principle of the thing. She had no time for rich jerks who thought they only had to flash some cash and every woman would jump at being their slave. She'd already done the rich boyfriend thing and it sucked big time. Even if she did fantasise about giving over control of her body to a dominant lover, she always chose her own men on her own terms, and that was the way she liked it. If she kept reminding her self of that fact, she just might believe it too.Mitch caught her looking and smiled with that impossibly sexy mouth. Oh man, what a smug smile. Even if he did make her insides shiver, she wasn't putting up with smug. Standing up straight to her full five foot seven in height, she stared him right in the face… around about his chin level actually…and spoke. "And who might you be?"The smile didn't waver even for a millisecond. He was good, but she was better. "I take it you have the required money with you, Mr.…? What did you say your name was?"Davo stepped in between them, grabbing Elise's hand. "Elise love, don't you recognise him? This is Mitchell Collins. He's the owner of Collins Technology. Of course he has the money, and if he hasn't got it on him, I know he's good for it."Throwing Davo's hand back to him, Elise moved to stand beside him so she could keep an eye on her quarry. "Oh? You sell computers or something?" She knew exactly how much he was worth, but there was no way she was letting him know that. Let him put that in his pipe and smoke it!The corners of his mouth kicked up just a touch. "Something like that, Elise. And please call me Mitch. There's no need to be so formal under the circumstances now is there?" In a few minutes, we'll be on quite intimate terms."Her mind went into overdrive. Oh shit! This was the man in her fantasy dreams. Oh God, don't lose it now, Elise. Forcing herself to calm down, she took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. She could do calm. She was in complete control of herself. And pigs might fly too, but she was sure going to give it a try."Why not, Mr. Collins? In a few minutes, it will be all over and we'll probably never see each other again. Why bother getting familiar?""Elise! Don't forget Mitch is donating money to our charity…"Mitch laughed. A deep, throaty, sexy laugh. Damn. Why did that sound make her panties dampen of their own accord?"I don't mind calling you Miss Blake if you really want me to. Makes no difference to me. It's all in a good cause."Great going, Elise. Keep it coming, nice and easy. "So you'll just give us the money then?"There came that laugh again. "Nice try, but no. I always collect on what I'm owed, and make no mistake, I plan on collecting from you, Miss Blake, and the pleasure will be mutual. You can count on that." Damn. A spiral of anticipation ran up and down her spine and then made a beeline to her pussy at his last words, but before she had a chance to reply, the studio technician popped his head out the office door in the nick of time. "I've played four songs and I'm on the third commercial. You guys better get your arses back here and now or we'll lose the listeners."Davo jumped to attention. "Okay, guys, we'd better get to the studio. Do your lip lumbering exercises, we're about to broadcast a five thousand dollar lip lock."Great. Shit. Hell. How the fuck was she going to get out of this?Davo showed Mitch in to the studio then turned to Elise, whispering in her ear as he leaned towards her. "You have to do this, Elise. No getting out of it now. Come on, it'll be fun." He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, looping his other arm through hers.It looked like there was no escaping it. Bloody hell. It was only a kiss. Only a kiss with a practicing dominant who'd finally caught up with her. Sure. Only a kiss. Maybe once he got the kiss from her, he'd leave her alone. Yes, hold that thought. Did she really believe that? Nope, not for a minute. Not after all the trouble he'd gone to. She wouldn't put it past him to have engineered the whole thing. "Elise?" Davo whispered, his hand covering the mike.She sucked in a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it. But remember, it's just a show for charity. Nothing more."Davo let out a relieved breath as he reclaimed the microphone. "Okay, listeners, the moment you've all been waiting for. The Big Kiss! We have computer tycoon, Mitchell Collins, here live in the studio about to lay one on our gorgeous newsreader, Elise Blake. Woo wee, I can feel the heat from here and they haven't even started yet." The grinning disc jockey pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a sucking sound effect rang throughout the studio. Elise stuck her tongue out at him, and blushed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Just great. Thanks to her pale colouring she could always count on her body to embarrass her just at the wrong moment. "Take your places, Mitch and Elise."Mitch turned to Elise and placed his hands on either side of her face. "I promise I'll be gentle."She tried to be nonchalant. She could do it if she tried really hard. Only a kiss, remember. "Go on. Get it over with. I just hope you cleaned your teeth this morning."He smiled at her. Damn, the insult didn't work. There was that sexy, cocky and smug grin again. What was keeping him? Just do it, for God's sake…oh God, here it comes. He nodded at Dano who signalled the thumbs up that the microphone was now live."I'm always ready to kiss a woman who has a voice like sin and a body more beautiful than I ever imagined.""Huh?"The grip of his hands on her face tightened, and even though he wasn't hurting her, he held her firmly in place. "Shut up and don't move."What did he say?Before she could ask him out loud what the heck he was talking about, he brushed his lips over hers. Once, then once again. Just a light touch, but some major tingles were happening in her chest about now. Without thinking, she slipped her arms around his neck, and buried her hands in his silken hair. Her eyes closed and he went in for the kill, taking complete control. Oh my God - the man could kiss! The pressure increased as his tongue prodded her lips open, and she almost fainted from the intensity of the intrusion. His breath tasted of something fruity and exotic and his clever tongue was thrusting at just the right speed to cause maximum arousal. Slow, slow, fast. Slow, slow, fast. Breaths mingled. Tongues tangled and time stood still. Mitch slid his hands from her waist to her buttocks and squeezed. Hot liquid seeped onto her underwear as her whole body tingled with unbelievable sensation and scorching heat. Whoa, baby! He pulled her closer, rubbing the hard length of his erection against her body, confirming he was as aroused as she was. Steamy pictures of them both naked and writhing together on black silk sheets flashed through her mind. She could almost feel his sweat dripping on to her chest as he thrust inside her. Holy shit! The sound of raucous whistles and clapping brought her back to reality. Pushing herself away from Mitch, she sucked in a deep breath, turning away from him so she could get her bearings.Oh my God! She'd never gotten that turned on in such a short space of time before, especially not with a total stranger."We had lift off, ignition and spontaneous combustion all at once here folks. The temperature just went up twenty degrees in the studio. Phew! Now that is what I call a K.I.S.S!"
ENJOY! If you want to read the rest, you can get it HERE
And don't forget to pop over to Victoria Blisse's place to get some more HOT and SEXY SNOGS!
www.victoriablisse.co.uk
And also remember the BIG BLISSE KISS on Feb 12th! I'll be participating in that and there will be loads of prizes!
If you've come over here today, I'd love it if you could let me know you've dropped by! You don't have to comment - just say Hi!
Don't forget to check out all the other SUNDAY SNOGS via Victoria Blisse's blog. Click on the graphic to find them all :-)
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And now for mine!
EXCERPT from THE MASTER'S PRIZE from Total-e-bound
"Hoo wee, ladies and gents, we have a winner. A donation is making its way up to the studio as we speak to claim his kiss with the sexy Miss Elise Blake. Stay tuned for this momentous occasion. We'll be back with the tongue action after these few words from our ever-popular sponsors. Don't move."Throwing off his earpiece again, he raced out into the corridor to meet the elevator. As the doors opened he stopped in his tracks then moved forward laughing. "Mitch Collins! Bloody great to see you, mate. How've you been?""Can't complain," said the deep voice belonging to the man coming out of the elevator. "Things will be infinitely better once I get what I came for."Davo shook his hand vigorously. "The kiss, oh yeah, the kiss. Well, you're a lucky bastard, Mitch. She's a real looker.""So I believe."Elise almost fainted on the spot. She recognised both the name and the sexiest voice she'd ever heard. It was him, the man from the BDSM club. Shit! The club she'd gone to after her crazy friend Nicole dared her. He was the training master who had the body she'd been having erotic dreams about and somehow he'd found out her name. How had he done that? The memory of how much she'd been turned on by that place freaked her out, and the thought that this gorgeous hunk of man presumed that she would be his willing slave made her fascinated, angry, and scared to death at the same time. And, if she was truly honest with herself, incredibly turned on. However, she still wasn't quite sure she could go through with the whole dominant–submission thing, so once when he'd called looking for her and told her secretary that they had met at a friend's club and she realised where he meant. Afraid of what the consequences would be if she gave in to her desires, she'd decided not to return his calls. She'd been avoiding him for weeks. In fact, she'd been trying to forget that night at the club altogether, not that it was easy. The erotic scenes she'd witnessed invaded her dreams every night, and now a consequence of that visit was standing right here in front of her. Holy shit, great predicament, Elise! Bloody hell, why did he have to be so damn gorgeous? She'd looked him up on the Internet and the photos she'd found didn't do him justice at all. The shaggy dark brown hair was the same, but those dark blue eyes rimmed by those incredibly long eyelashes, and that lopsided grin? Oh man, then there was his body. It should be illegal for a man to have shoulders so broad and a bum so muscular you just wanted to sink your teeth into it.It doesn't matter. She still didn't want to go out with him, especially after the arrogant way he'd been pursuing her. He didn't seem to understand the meaning of the word 'no', and she still didn't understand why he picked her. She was sure they'd never met in person before. In fact, along with the mask, she'd been careful not to interact with anyone at that club. She wasn't sure she was ready to explore that particular fantasy for real. Not yet. Anyway, it was the principle of the thing. She had no time for rich jerks who thought they only had to flash some cash and every woman would jump at being their slave. She'd already done the rich boyfriend thing and it sucked big time. Even if she did fantasise about giving over control of her body to a dominant lover, she always chose her own men on her own terms, and that was the way she liked it. If she kept reminding her self of that fact, she just might believe it too.Mitch caught her looking and smiled with that impossibly sexy mouth. Oh man, what a smug smile. Even if he did make her insides shiver, she wasn't putting up with smug. Standing up straight to her full five foot seven in height, she stared him right in the face… around about his chin level actually…and spoke. "And who might you be?"The smile didn't waver even for a millisecond. He was good, but she was better. "I take it you have the required money with you, Mr.…? What did you say your name was?"Davo stepped in between them, grabbing Elise's hand. "Elise love, don't you recognise him? This is Mitchell Collins. He's the owner of Collins Technology. Of course he has the money, and if he hasn't got it on him, I know he's good for it."Throwing Davo's hand back to him, Elise moved to stand beside him so she could keep an eye on her quarry. "Oh? You sell computers or something?" She knew exactly how much he was worth, but there was no way she was letting him know that. Let him put that in his pipe and smoke it!The corners of his mouth kicked up just a touch. "Something like that, Elise. And please call me Mitch. There's no need to be so formal under the circumstances now is there?" In a few minutes, we'll be on quite intimate terms."Her mind went into overdrive. Oh shit! This was the man in her fantasy dreams. Oh God, don't lose it now, Elise. Forcing herself to calm down, she took a deep breath in and blew it out slowly. She could do calm. She was in complete control of herself. And pigs might fly too, but she was sure going to give it a try."Why not, Mr. Collins? In a few minutes, it will be all over and we'll probably never see each other again. Why bother getting familiar?""Elise! Don't forget Mitch is donating money to our charity…"Mitch laughed. A deep, throaty, sexy laugh. Damn. Why did that sound make her panties dampen of their own accord?"I don't mind calling you Miss Blake if you really want me to. Makes no difference to me. It's all in a good cause."Great going, Elise. Keep it coming, nice and easy. "So you'll just give us the money then?"There came that laugh again. "Nice try, but no. I always collect on what I'm owed, and make no mistake, I plan on collecting from you, Miss Blake, and the pleasure will be mutual. You can count on that." Damn. A spiral of anticipation ran up and down her spine and then made a beeline to her pussy at his last words, but before she had a chance to reply, the studio technician popped his head out the office door in the nick of time. "I've played four songs and I'm on the third commercial. You guys better get your arses back here and now or we'll lose the listeners."Davo jumped to attention. "Okay, guys, we'd better get to the studio. Do your lip lumbering exercises, we're about to broadcast a five thousand dollar lip lock."Great. Shit. Hell. How the fuck was she going to get out of this?Davo showed Mitch in to the studio then turned to Elise, whispering in her ear as he leaned towards her. "You have to do this, Elise. No getting out of it now. Come on, it'll be fun." He placed an arm around her shoulder and pulled her towards him, looping his other arm through hers.It looked like there was no escaping it. Bloody hell. It was only a kiss. Only a kiss with a practicing dominant who'd finally caught up with her. Sure. Only a kiss. Maybe once he got the kiss from her, he'd leave her alone. Yes, hold that thought. Did she really believe that? Nope, not for a minute. Not after all the trouble he'd gone to. She wouldn't put it past him to have engineered the whole thing. "Elise?" Davo whispered, his hand covering the mike.She sucked in a deep breath. "Okay, I'll do it. But remember, it's just a show for charity. Nothing more."Davo let out a relieved breath as he reclaimed the microphone. "Okay, listeners, the moment you've all been waiting for. The Big Kiss! We have computer tycoon, Mitchell Collins, here live in the studio about to lay one on our gorgeous newsreader, Elise Blake. Woo wee, I can feel the heat from here and they haven't even started yet." The grinning disc jockey pressed a button on the panel in front of him and a sucking sound effect rang throughout the studio. Elise stuck her tongue out at him, and blushed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. Just great. Thanks to her pale colouring she could always count on her body to embarrass her just at the wrong moment. "Take your places, Mitch and Elise."Mitch turned to Elise and placed his hands on either side of her face. "I promise I'll be gentle."She tried to be nonchalant. She could do it if she tried really hard. Only a kiss, remember. "Go on. Get it over with. I just hope you cleaned your teeth this morning."He smiled at her. Damn, the insult didn't work. There was that sexy, cocky and smug grin again. What was keeping him? Just do it, for God's sake…oh God, here it comes. He nodded at Dano who signalled the thumbs up that the microphone was now live."I'm always ready to kiss a woman who has a voice like sin and a body more beautiful than I ever imagined.""Huh?"The grip of his hands on her face tightened, and even though he wasn't hurting her, he held her firmly in place. "Shut up and don't move."What did he say?Before she could ask him out loud what the heck he was talking about, he brushed his lips over hers. Once, then once again. Just a light touch, but some major tingles were happening in her chest about now. Without thinking, she slipped her arms around his neck, and buried her hands in his silken hair. Her eyes closed and he went in for the kill, taking complete control. Oh my God - the man could kiss! The pressure increased as his tongue prodded her lips open, and she almost fainted from the intensity of the intrusion. His breath tasted of something fruity and exotic and his clever tongue was thrusting at just the right speed to cause maximum arousal. Slow, slow, fast. Slow, slow, fast. Breaths mingled. Tongues tangled and time stood still. Mitch slid his hands from her waist to her buttocks and squeezed. Hot liquid seeped onto her underwear as her whole body tingled with unbelievable sensation and scorching heat. Whoa, baby! He pulled her closer, rubbing the hard length of his erection against her body, confirming he was as aroused as she was. Steamy pictures of them both naked and writhing together on black silk sheets flashed through her mind. She could almost feel his sweat dripping on to her chest as he thrust inside her. Holy shit! The sound of raucous whistles and clapping brought her back to reality. Pushing herself away from Mitch, she sucked in a deep breath, turning away from him so she could get her bearings.Oh my God! She'd never gotten that turned on in such a short space of time before, especially not with a total stranger."We had lift off, ignition and spontaneous combustion all at once here folks. The temperature just went up twenty degrees in the studio. Phew! Now that is what I call a K.I.S.S!"
ENJOY! If you want to read the rest, you can get it HERE
And don't forget to pop over to Victoria Blisse's place to get some more HOT and SEXY SNOGS!www.victoriablisse.co.uk
And also remember the BIG BLISSE KISS on Feb 12th! I'll be participating in that and there will be loads of prizes!
If you've come over here today, I'd love it if you could let me know you've dropped by! You don't have to comment - just say Hi!
January 25, 2012
THURSDAY TEASER - Rachel Randall
Hi all, today I'm sharing a Thursday Teaser from my latest release, Temporary Truce -- and giving away a PDF copy to a lucky commenter.
When the ladies at TEB asked me to come up with an office-romance threesome, I immediately agreed that it was an excellent proposition!
A hot woman in authority? Yes please.
A hot man in authority? Mmm definitely.
A new bloke with impulse control and a preference for bottoming? Check.
A hot woman and hot man arguing over who gets to be in charge before taking it out on each other (and their willing partner) in winner-takes-all bedroom games? How could I resist such temptation???
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Excerpt from Temporary Truce by Rachel Randall
I had no idea what to expect when I came back to the library an hour later. One of them gone, maybe —- left and gone home. Or the two of them naked, writhing passionately on the floor. Pushing open the door, I saw that they were both standing by the whiteboard, fully clothed, heads bent together in heated discussion.
"Truce," I reminded them, fearing that the war had resumed.
"We've come to an arrangement," Hilary said. He nodded to Caroline, whose answering smile was wolfish.
My stomach flipped over. Relief, maybe. Nerves, certainly...and something a little more inappropriate.
Caroline came up close and touched my shoulder, casually—but this wasn't a woman who did casual. "We've agreed this is a good opportunity to get some quality work done—-"
"-—and an even better chance to fuck around," Hilary finished.
Need punched me hard even as she stroked her thumb over my biceps. "You'll need to help though. Keep score."
My guard went up. My muscles quivered in awareness. "Of what?"
"Orgasms." She rolled the 'r' ever so deliberately.
Hilary flanked me, earnest and utterly winding me up, he said, "How else will we keep focused without some way to...vent?"
I felt dizzy from being caught in the middle. Knowing something might happen and experiencing it first-hand were two entirely different beasts.
Caroline trailed her fingertips down to my elbow then lifted her hand to gesture at the whiteboard. "It's settled then. Since we'll be saving the trust exercises for the bedroom, I presume Adam has no objection to us beginning to block out a strategy for the case?"
"Not at all," I said weakly. "Shall I?" I made towards the door, half hoping for my own sanity that they'd send me away.
"No, stay," Caroline said, and Hilary nodded.
At least they were still in accord, I thought, even if it was only to torment me. But after a few hours I realised that I was wrong. They weren't tormenting me—for better or for worse, I'd been accepted into their inner circle. Without the need to posture, they proved fully capable of cooperation.
They were getting along. It wasn't perfect -— I had to reset the discussion when they strayed into sharp disagreement -— but I'd take what I could get. Besides, we had time yet to make it stick. For now, and as long as I was there to remind them of their temporary truce, it seemed like peace between them might be possible.
My low-level arousal simmered through me as I watched their progress. Caroline, deep in concentration, was fierce in her focus. But to my distracted mind, her body language screamed sex, and I found it difficult to appreciate her on any level but the most visceral.
A quick survey of Hilary showed that he was studying her just as covertly as I was. In another moment, he noticed my stare. He orientated himself towards me, wearing an expression of speculative appraisal. My line of sight focused and stuttered against the shadows of his trousers. I licked my dry lips and when I met his eyes again I found invitation there.
Self-conscious, I looked away, but my feverish thoughts ran rampant. When Caroline's glance lingered just a little too long on Hilary's mouth, or when their shoulders swayed together...did either of them realise they already worked together better than they had ever believed they could?
And now that I was temporarily part of their games of one-fuckmanship, I wondered, would it help or hinder their truce if I played along?
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Click HERE to read great review of Temporary Truce
Tempted? Just leave a comment and I'll randomly pick the winner of a PDF copy on Monday, 30 January.
You can find buy links for the Temporary Truce ebook HERE, along with excerpts, a music mix, and more. Temporary Truce also appears in a print edition anthology, available from Total E-Bound
When the ladies at TEB asked me to come up with an office-romance threesome, I immediately agreed that it was an excellent proposition!
A hot woman in authority? Yes please.
A hot man in authority? Mmm definitely.
A new bloke with impulse control and a preference for bottoming? Check.
A hot woman and hot man arguing over who gets to be in charge before taking it out on each other (and their willing partner) in winner-takes-all bedroom games? How could I resist such temptation???
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Excerpt from Temporary Truce by Rachel Randall
I had no idea what to expect when I came back to the library an hour later. One of them gone, maybe —- left and gone home. Or the two of them naked, writhing passionately on the floor. Pushing open the door, I saw that they were both standing by the whiteboard, fully clothed, heads bent together in heated discussion.
"Truce," I reminded them, fearing that the war had resumed.
"We've come to an arrangement," Hilary said. He nodded to Caroline, whose answering smile was wolfish.
My stomach flipped over. Relief, maybe. Nerves, certainly...and something a little more inappropriate.
Caroline came up close and touched my shoulder, casually—but this wasn't a woman who did casual. "We've agreed this is a good opportunity to get some quality work done—-"
"-—and an even better chance to fuck around," Hilary finished.
Need punched me hard even as she stroked her thumb over my biceps. "You'll need to help though. Keep score."
My guard went up. My muscles quivered in awareness. "Of what?"
"Orgasms." She rolled the 'r' ever so deliberately.
Hilary flanked me, earnest and utterly winding me up, he said, "How else will we keep focused without some way to...vent?"
I felt dizzy from being caught in the middle. Knowing something might happen and experiencing it first-hand were two entirely different beasts.
Caroline trailed her fingertips down to my elbow then lifted her hand to gesture at the whiteboard. "It's settled then. Since we'll be saving the trust exercises for the bedroom, I presume Adam has no objection to us beginning to block out a strategy for the case?"
"Not at all," I said weakly. "Shall I?" I made towards the door, half hoping for my own sanity that they'd send me away.
"No, stay," Caroline said, and Hilary nodded.
At least they were still in accord, I thought, even if it was only to torment me. But after a few hours I realised that I was wrong. They weren't tormenting me—for better or for worse, I'd been accepted into their inner circle. Without the need to posture, they proved fully capable of cooperation.
They were getting along. It wasn't perfect -— I had to reset the discussion when they strayed into sharp disagreement -— but I'd take what I could get. Besides, we had time yet to make it stick. For now, and as long as I was there to remind them of their temporary truce, it seemed like peace between them might be possible.
My low-level arousal simmered through me as I watched their progress. Caroline, deep in concentration, was fierce in her focus. But to my distracted mind, her body language screamed sex, and I found it difficult to appreciate her on any level but the most visceral.
A quick survey of Hilary showed that he was studying her just as covertly as I was. In another moment, he noticed my stare. He orientated himself towards me, wearing an expression of speculative appraisal. My line of sight focused and stuttered against the shadows of his trousers. I licked my dry lips and when I met his eyes again I found invitation there.
Self-conscious, I looked away, but my feverish thoughts ran rampant. When Caroline's glance lingered just a little too long on Hilary's mouth, or when their shoulders swayed together...did either of them realise they already worked together better than they had ever believed they could?
And now that I was temporarily part of their games of one-fuckmanship, I wondered, would it help or hinder their truce if I played along?
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Click HERE to read great review of Temporary Truce
Tempted? Just leave a comment and I'll randomly pick the winner of a PDF copy on Monday, 30 January.
You can find buy links for the Temporary Truce ebook HERE, along with excerpts, a music mix, and more. Temporary Truce also appears in a print edition anthology, available from Total E-Bound
January 22, 2012
MONDAY MAGIC - Victoria Blisse
Hello all and thank you Maggie for letting me visit.
I don't know about you but I love kisses. Kisses are sweet, intimate and also hot and really, really erotic. There's an endless variety from soft to hard and those little kisses can land anywhere on the body. There is one part of a kiss that I am particularly fond of and that is the moments before it happens. I especially relish writing about the anticipation of what is to come. I like to build the tension and reel my characters in until they're so close, so focused on each other's lips that the kiss is inevitable. It's like having a gift under the tree that you just look at now and then, maybe you stroke it or pick it up and give it a little feel but you wait, wait, wait and then when you open it on Christmas day all that anticipation finally pays off and it's glorious.
So I've got a little anticipation for you. I'm going to tell you about the Big Blisse Kiss which is coming on the 12th February. I run a little blog hop every Sunday called the Sunday snog because I love kissing so much. Each week several authors post up kissing scenes on their blogs and list them on my site. The Big Blisse Kiss will be the biggest Sunday snog to date. Not only will there be loads of lovely kiss scenes to read each and every author involved is going to offer up a prize. So for a comment on each sexy snog you'll be in with loads of chances to win! But that's not just it. If you check out the website you'll find free reads to enjoy too. All kiss related and all 1000 words or less. Check out the flash fiction section for lots of enjoyable free reads.
And now I've left you in anticipation for long enough. It's time to satisfy you with a kiss. This kiss is from Reluctant Muse (Click HERE to buy the book)
Here's the blurb:
Carrie is a shy student who works in a fast food joint to make ends meet. Her boss is a bully and she meets Jamie when he stands up for her. She's got terrible self esteem problems, but Jamie is an artist and wants to paint her naked. He's also a dominant and he wants to play with her submissive side.
Can Carrie overcome her fears and the ghosts of her past to fully give in to Jamie?
And now, the kiss!
"Jamie walks over to the corner and fiddles with an artist stand.
"Now, I was thinking you could kinda recline on the sofa there. It gets bathed in moonlight and I really want to paint you like that. The moon beams will really radiate off your sweet, pale skin. So if you could take your clothes off and get comfortable,"
Carrie throws Jamie a scared look.
"I want to paint your beautiful skin, Carrie, please."
"I don't know if I can, Jamie. I'm not…I mean my body is…"
Jamie approaches her and she panics, her words get tied up in knots on her tongue. He wraps an arm around her waist.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. His lips brush hers and her mind goes blank. His lips are so tender and soft, his tongue is gentle in its explorations and tasting of the strong coffee he just drank.
It takes a few moments for Carrie to focus away from the explosion of pleasure dancing across her lips and to realise that Jamie's fingers have undone all the buttons on her work blouse. She tries to pull away from his kiss as panic flares, but he holds her more firmly, his kiss deepening as he mistakes her struggles for a heightening of lust. The thing is, as soon as the kiss becomes rougher, she finds her lust exploding in the pit of her pelvis and through her whole body. She kisses back, her lips working once more as she rubs them against his. Her blouse slips off her shoulders and the gentle skim of the material sends tingles of thrilling pleasure up and down her arms and into her breasts, which are now firmly pressed against Jamie's chest.
"So beautiful," he moans as his lips kiss down her neck. She moans as he hits sensitive zones that are seemingly directly connected to her cunt. She feels her clit thud in rhythm to the sucks of his mouth on her neck. She loses herself in the sensations and it isn't until she feels the pressure relieved that she realises he's undone her bra."
And I leave you in further anticipation of what happens next! Yep, I'm cruel. You can pick up a copy of Reluctant Muse from all good ebook sellers including All Romance Ebooks
Thanks again for having me, Maggie. I've enjoyed tempting you all with my kisses!
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Thanks so much for being my guest on MONDAY MAGIC today Victoria! Anticipation is almost the best part for me...almost LOL...
Love the cover too!
So what do the others think? Don't forget to leave a comment!
I don't know about you but I love kisses. Kisses are sweet, intimate and also hot and really, really erotic. There's an endless variety from soft to hard and those little kisses can land anywhere on the body. There is one part of a kiss that I am particularly fond of and that is the moments before it happens. I especially relish writing about the anticipation of what is to come. I like to build the tension and reel my characters in until they're so close, so focused on each other's lips that the kiss is inevitable. It's like having a gift under the tree that you just look at now and then, maybe you stroke it or pick it up and give it a little feel but you wait, wait, wait and then when you open it on Christmas day all that anticipation finally pays off and it's glorious.
So I've got a little anticipation for you. I'm going to tell you about the Big Blisse Kiss which is coming on the 12th February. I run a little blog hop every Sunday called the Sunday snog because I love kissing so much. Each week several authors post up kissing scenes on their blogs and list them on my site. The Big Blisse Kiss will be the biggest Sunday snog to date. Not only will there be loads of lovely kiss scenes to read each and every author involved is going to offer up a prize. So for a comment on each sexy snog you'll be in with loads of chances to win! But that's not just it. If you check out the website you'll find free reads to enjoy too. All kiss related and all 1000 words or less. Check out the flash fiction section for lots of enjoyable free reads.And now I've left you in anticipation for long enough. It's time to satisfy you with a kiss. This kiss is from Reluctant Muse (Click HERE to buy the book)
Here's the blurb:
Carrie is a shy student who works in a fast food joint to make ends meet. Her boss is a bully and she meets Jamie when he stands up for her. She's got terrible self esteem problems, but Jamie is an artist and wants to paint her naked. He's also a dominant and he wants to play with her submissive side.Can Carrie overcome her fears and the ghosts of her past to fully give in to Jamie?
And now, the kiss!
"Jamie walks over to the corner and fiddles with an artist stand.
"Now, I was thinking you could kinda recline on the sofa there. It gets bathed in moonlight and I really want to paint you like that. The moon beams will really radiate off your sweet, pale skin. So if you could take your clothes off and get comfortable,"
Carrie throws Jamie a scared look.
"I want to paint your beautiful skin, Carrie, please."
"I don't know if I can, Jamie. I'm not…I mean my body is…"
Jamie approaches her and she panics, her words get tied up in knots on her tongue. He wraps an arm around her waist.
"You're beautiful," he whispers. His lips brush hers and her mind goes blank. His lips are so tender and soft, his tongue is gentle in its explorations and tasting of the strong coffee he just drank.
It takes a few moments for Carrie to focus away from the explosion of pleasure dancing across her lips and to realise that Jamie's fingers have undone all the buttons on her work blouse. She tries to pull away from his kiss as panic flares, but he holds her more firmly, his kiss deepening as he mistakes her struggles for a heightening of lust. The thing is, as soon as the kiss becomes rougher, she finds her lust exploding in the pit of her pelvis and through her whole body. She kisses back, her lips working once more as she rubs them against his. Her blouse slips off her shoulders and the gentle skim of the material sends tingles of thrilling pleasure up and down her arms and into her breasts, which are now firmly pressed against Jamie's chest.
"So beautiful," he moans as his lips kiss down her neck. She moans as he hits sensitive zones that are seemingly directly connected to her cunt. She feels her clit thud in rhythm to the sucks of his mouth on her neck. She loses herself in the sensations and it isn't until she feels the pressure relieved that she realises he's undone her bra."
And I leave you in further anticipation of what happens next! Yep, I'm cruel. You can pick up a copy of Reluctant Muse from all good ebook sellers including All Romance Ebooks
Thanks again for having me, Maggie. I've enjoyed tempting you all with my kisses!
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Thanks so much for being my guest on MONDAY MAGIC today Victoria! Anticipation is almost the best part for me...almost LOL...
Love the cover too!
So what do the others think? Don't forget to leave a comment!
January 18, 2012
THURSDAY TEASER - Sam Crescent
Sam's first book in her new series was released this week! Here's a teaser...GO BUY IT! Can I just say I LOVE the cover!***
Book one in The Valentines Series
A war is about to begin.
Sophie Ford has a secret. Fear for herself and her friend has her running to the vampire council in search of protection.
And she is bonded to a vampire.
Robert Valentine knows Sophie is hiding something, but what? She tempts him as no little human ever has in his whole life. He is the eldest son of the most powerful family in the world.
Forces they cannot control are fighting against them. Time is running out. Sophie's secret is about to be exposed. Is there time to save the ones they love? Can Robert and Sophie move on and survive the war that is about to begin?
Reader Advisory: This book is the first of a series and contains scenes of violence between werewolves and vampires.
Excerpt:
"Let her go." His gaze remained on her, but his voice held the promise of pain for her new friend.
"Buzz off, man. This girl is taken."
Sophie tensed. Of all the stupid things to say…
A second later, Robert had the butt-head pressed up against the bar, his body at a ninety-degree angle.
It looked painful and Sophie winced.
"I said 'let her go,' and when I speak, you do what I say. Don't come into my club again."
Silence fell inside the club, the heavy music stopping as everyone took in the scene of vampire against human—the owner against the customer.
There were rules and this man had just broken the most important of them. Never go up against a vampire. Especially not the boss.
The man scrambled against the bar and tripped all the way to the door. Her would-be rescuer buttoned up his suit jacket, rearranged his sleeves, then looked around the room. Considering he'd just lashed out at a human in front of more than a hundred witnesses, he appeared remarkably calm and collected. Sophie couldn't help but admire him.
He gestured for the other people to continue and music filled the silence. Dancers began shaking on the dance floor and the barman continued to serve drinks, the drama of moments ago forgotten. Robert took her by the arm, forcing her along the dimly lit corridor away from people—away from witnesses. Sophie could feel the pulse in her throat.
He was angry. She could sense it.
Everyone they passed moved out of their way.
Eyes followed them. She could feel them boring into her back.
Robert Valentine dominated the entire club.
Moments later, he thrust her inside an empty room. At least, she hoped it was empty. The room was dark, with the only light coming from candles. It was small but cosy. A large bed and a cabinet filled the tiny space. The walls were painted black and the silk sheets were a deep shade of red—the colour of blood.
Swallowing past her fear, Sophie looked up at him.
His eyes were black, his body shaking with rage.
Instinctively, she took a step back.
He came forward, mirroring her every move.
"What are you doing here?"
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I know where I'm heading....I have this thing for strong Alphas *vbg*
January 14, 2012
SUNDAY SNOG - THE DREAM MASTER
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Hey, it's time for the Sunday Snog again folks! This week I have a snippet from THE DREAM MASTER. I just love Hels and Dim.
Don't forget to visit VICTORIA BLISSE'S Site for all the other HOT SUNDAY SNOGS! (Click on the graphic above, or the link at the bottom of this post)
BLURB: Working undercover and pretending to be lovers with his long-time work partner should have been a piece of cake—except good ole 'Hels' wasn't the person Dimitri thought she was.
Genre Suspense Book Length Novella Erotic Rating Total-e-burning eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc) eReaders Supported All current eReaders Send direct to Kindle? Yes Cover art by April Martinez ISBN# 978-0-85715-289-3
Click HERE to buy the book
Dimitri tried to read his partner's face as their captain outlined their assignment. Hels must be as freaked out as he was, but for the life of him, he couldn't see any sign of it. The orders were to go undercover in the Dream Master's, posing as a couple searching for the key to happiness. Since her revelation about Morpheus' methods, she must have known there was a chance they would have to do some heavy-duty playacting to look the part. It shouldn't be too hard since they were such great buds. She wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, but she was attractive in her own way. He trusted her completely and was pretty sure she trusted him too, but still, it was a bit disconcerting. The slight tic in a small muscle near her eye was his first warning she wasn't as controlled as she pretended."You can't be serious, Boss." Her face turned the dark shade of red it always did when she was riled up. "Dim and I can't pose as lovers. We're cops, for God's sake."She whirled around to face him, her eyes pleading for him to intervene. He couldn't. It was a damn good idea and probably their best bet to catch this bastard. "Aw, c'mon Hels." He smiled at her, trying to ease her worry. "It won't be too bad. You know I'm housebroken."She glared at him before turning back to the captain. "It'll affect our working relationship which means we can't do our job if that happens. There has to be another way."Captain Richards closed the file in front of him and sat back in his chair. "This is the only way, Peters, and you know it. Consider it an order.""But, Boss—"The captain held up his hand, blocking her reply. "No buts. You and Dim make a great team and I expect you both to act professionally. Got it?"They both stood, knowing when the boss meant business. Dimitri got in first with a reply, "Yep."The captain stared at Helena. "Peters?"She nodded, clearly unhappy but there was no other choice. "Yes, sir."Helena moved out the door and stormed down the corridor to her desk. She grabbed her bag and headed for the back entrance. Dimitri chased after her and jumped in the passenger seat of her Corolla as she fired up the ignition. "What the fuck are you doing in my car?" she said through clenched teeth."We should talk about this, Hels.""We will. Later. Right now I want to spend some time on my own to get my head around this. Now get out of my car!"Her face was no longer red. In fact, it was a pale shade of green. Did posing as lovers really affect her that way? "Does the thought of pretending to get it on with me worry you that much, kiddo?"She turned her head away from him and stared out the window at a couple of rookies walking past in their squeaky-clean, new uniforms. He waited. After a little while, she turned back to face him again, looking a little better than a few seconds before. At least her colour had improved.She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. "It's not that, Dim. I'm just not very experienced with all that stuff. I'm not sure I can be convincing."He let out a sigh of relief. Was that all it was? "Okay, we can deal with that. Let's go get some coffee while we come up with a game plan."She shrugged and looked behind her before reversing out of the parking place. "I suppose we can't afford to muck around with this. Andre's?""Nah, we need to keep this conversation private. How about your place?" Maybe she'll relax more on her own turf. They could do this, he was sure of it. All he had to do was to get her to relax and remind himself she was his partner, not his current girlfriend. It could get messy otherwise.Once they sat in her living room, Dimitri rethought his idea that being in her apartment would help her relax. Helena sat with her legs curled up tightly beneath her and was looking around the room—anywhere but at his face. Shit. He had to do something to break the ice or they'd get nowhere with this investigation. She was really stressed out about this. He needed to show her how easy it could be before she really freaked out. Rising, he walked over to her chair and stood in front of her. She looked up at him, her eyes wary. "What are you doing, Dim?""Put down your cup, Hels."She unfurled her legs and reached over to place her cup on the table. Here was his chance and he wasn't going to waste it. In a quick move, he hooked his hands under her armpits, pulled her to her feet and swooped down on her mouth.She twisted and attempted to turn away, but he placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly in place. He traced her lips with his tongue and she gasped. At the unexpected opening, he invaded her mouth, exploring every crevice, thrusting deeper and deeper. Oh God, she tastes so good
Her hands slid up to his shoulders and she squeezed gently, drawing him closer to her. Her hair smelt of strawberries, a scent he suddenly found incredibly alluring. Sparks between them well and truly ignited a heat he never, ever expected. Shit, this is Hels. She moaned as he angled his head to taste more. He sucked in her sweet breath, groaning when she unconsciously wriggled her body against his straining jeans. What the fuck am I doing? He couldn't be getting a hard on? Not with Hels. She's his partner, his buddy. They were just practicing for the mission. Fuck. Pushing gently on her shoulders, he broke their lip lock. His erratic breathing made speech fairly impossible, so he just stared at her face, trying to figure out what happened.
She stared back, those beautiful indigo eyes shining with arousal. Damn, where did that thought come from? He'd never noticed how beautiful they were before. And he'd never noticed them aroused before. Shit. This is Hels. He dragged his gaze from hers and pushed her gently away. She landed with a small bounce on the couch across the other side of the coffee table as he backed up a few steps. His hand shook as he raked his fingers through his hair before smiling at her stunned expression."I guess we now know we can be convincing."
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Gotta love Dim! Don't you just want to eat him up?
THANKS FOR DROPPING BY! I'D LOVE IT IF YOU LEFT A COMMENT! Please :-)
That BUY link again is HERE
Now head on over to Victoria Blisse's site to read all the hot Sunday Snogs! Here's the link: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-stopping-point/
And don't forget the BIG BLISSE KISS on Feb 12!
Go to www.blissekiss.co.uk to find out all about it!
Hey, it's time for the Sunday Snog again folks! This week I have a snippet from THE DREAM MASTER. I just love Hels and Dim.
Don't forget to visit VICTORIA BLISSE'S Site for all the other HOT SUNDAY SNOGS! (Click on the graphic above, or the link at the bottom of this post)
BLURB: Working undercover and pretending to be lovers with his long-time work partner should have been a piece of cake—except good ole 'Hels' wasn't the person Dimitri thought she was.
Genre Suspense Book Length Novella Erotic Rating Total-e-burning eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc) eReaders Supported All current eReaders Send direct to Kindle? Yes Cover art by April Martinez ISBN# 978-0-85715-289-3
Click HERE to buy the book
Dimitri tried to read his partner's face as their captain outlined their assignment. Hels must be as freaked out as he was, but for the life of him, he couldn't see any sign of it. The orders were to go undercover in the Dream Master's, posing as a couple searching for the key to happiness. Since her revelation about Morpheus' methods, she must have known there was a chance they would have to do some heavy-duty playacting to look the part. It shouldn't be too hard since they were such great buds. She wasn't beautiful in the classic sense, but she was attractive in her own way. He trusted her completely and was pretty sure she trusted him too, but still, it was a bit disconcerting. The slight tic in a small muscle near her eye was his first warning she wasn't as controlled as she pretended."You can't be serious, Boss." Her face turned the dark shade of red it always did when she was riled up. "Dim and I can't pose as lovers. We're cops, for God's sake."She whirled around to face him, her eyes pleading for him to intervene. He couldn't. It was a damn good idea and probably their best bet to catch this bastard. "Aw, c'mon Hels." He smiled at her, trying to ease her worry. "It won't be too bad. You know I'm housebroken."She glared at him before turning back to the captain. "It'll affect our working relationship which means we can't do our job if that happens. There has to be another way."Captain Richards closed the file in front of him and sat back in his chair. "This is the only way, Peters, and you know it. Consider it an order.""But, Boss—"The captain held up his hand, blocking her reply. "No buts. You and Dim make a great team and I expect you both to act professionally. Got it?"They both stood, knowing when the boss meant business. Dimitri got in first with a reply, "Yep."The captain stared at Helena. "Peters?"She nodded, clearly unhappy but there was no other choice. "Yes, sir."Helena moved out the door and stormed down the corridor to her desk. She grabbed her bag and headed for the back entrance. Dimitri chased after her and jumped in the passenger seat of her Corolla as she fired up the ignition. "What the fuck are you doing in my car?" she said through clenched teeth."We should talk about this, Hels.""We will. Later. Right now I want to spend some time on my own to get my head around this. Now get out of my car!"Her face was no longer red. In fact, it was a pale shade of green. Did posing as lovers really affect her that way? "Does the thought of pretending to get it on with me worry you that much, kiddo?"She turned her head away from him and stared out the window at a couple of rookies walking past in their squeaky-clean, new uniforms. He waited. After a little while, she turned back to face him again, looking a little better than a few seconds before. At least her colour had improved.She gripped the steering wheel tightly, her knuckles turning white. "It's not that, Dim. I'm just not very experienced with all that stuff. I'm not sure I can be convincing."He let out a sigh of relief. Was that all it was? "Okay, we can deal with that. Let's go get some coffee while we come up with a game plan."She shrugged and looked behind her before reversing out of the parking place. "I suppose we can't afford to muck around with this. Andre's?""Nah, we need to keep this conversation private. How about your place?" Maybe she'll relax more on her own turf. They could do this, he was sure of it. All he had to do was to get her to relax and remind himself she was his partner, not his current girlfriend. It could get messy otherwise.Once they sat in her living room, Dimitri rethought his idea that being in her apartment would help her relax. Helena sat with her legs curled up tightly beneath her and was looking around the room—anywhere but at his face. Shit. He had to do something to break the ice or they'd get nowhere with this investigation. She was really stressed out about this. He needed to show her how easy it could be before she really freaked out. Rising, he walked over to her chair and stood in front of her. She looked up at him, her eyes wary. "What are you doing, Dim?""Put down your cup, Hels."She unfurled her legs and reached over to place her cup on the table. Here was his chance and he wasn't going to waste it. In a quick move, he hooked his hands under her armpits, pulled her to her feet and swooped down on her mouth.She twisted and attempted to turn away, but he placed his hands on either side of her head, holding her firmly in place. He traced her lips with his tongue and she gasped. At the unexpected opening, he invaded her mouth, exploring every crevice, thrusting deeper and deeper. Oh God, she tastes so good
Her hands slid up to his shoulders and she squeezed gently, drawing him closer to her. Her hair smelt of strawberries, a scent he suddenly found incredibly alluring. Sparks between them well and truly ignited a heat he never, ever expected. Shit, this is Hels. She moaned as he angled his head to taste more. He sucked in her sweet breath, groaning when she unconsciously wriggled her body against his straining jeans. What the fuck am I doing? He couldn't be getting a hard on? Not with Hels. She's his partner, his buddy. They were just practicing for the mission. Fuck. Pushing gently on her shoulders, he broke their lip lock. His erratic breathing made speech fairly impossible, so he just stared at her face, trying to figure out what happened.
She stared back, those beautiful indigo eyes shining with arousal. Damn, where did that thought come from? He'd never noticed how beautiful they were before. And he'd never noticed them aroused before. Shit. This is Hels. He dragged his gaze from hers and pushed her gently away. She landed with a small bounce on the couch across the other side of the coffee table as he backed up a few steps. His hand shook as he raked his fingers through his hair before smiling at her stunned expression."I guess we now know we can be convincing."
***
Gotta love Dim! Don't you just want to eat him up?
THANKS FOR DROPPING BY! I'D LOVE IT IF YOU LEFT A COMMENT! Please :-)
That BUY link again is HERE
Now head on over to Victoria Blisse's site to read all the hot Sunday Snogs! Here's the link: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-stopping-point/
And don't forget the BIG BLISSE KISS on Feb 12!
Go to www.blissekiss.co.uk to find out all about it!
January 8, 2012
SUNDAY SNOG: THE RELIC
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Hi folks. This week I'm joining the fabulous Victoria Blisse in her Sunday Snogs. After you've read mine, you should check out all the other "Snogs" too! Click on the Graphic or the link at the end to go to her blog and see all the links to the sexy excerpts!
This snog scene is from one of my favourite books : THE RELIC. It's a steamy action adventure and I hope you like Magda and Vince as much as I do:
*****
Why did she do it? Why did she always have to go and piss him off and then totally throw him off balance by being so damn sexy? There was one thing for sure— being around Magda was never boring.
And she was probably the most fuckable woman he knew.
Just watching her swing those hips as she overtook him on the path back to the hut got him all hot and bothered. The Islamic disguise flapped carelessly in the breeze as it hung discarded over her shoulder and it reminded him of the trouble it was for her to stay in character. Nope, she wasn't the submissive type at all, although from memory… she didn't mind at all when a man took charge in the sack, as long as they got to switch every now and then.
She turned her head and gave him a cheeky grin. "What are you smiling about, Stone? I'm kicking your butt out here in the jungle, you wimp! Pick up the pace why don't you or it'll be dark before we get back to the hut."
He chuckled to himself as the memories stirred his cock to life. He shouldn't be enjoying himself so much when they were in such deep shite, but he couldn't help it.
"Not everyone can be a jungle warrior woman like you. Mags, but put me in my favoured environment and I am the Master."
She stopped and turned to face him, hands on her hips and a big grin on her beautiful face. "Favoured environment? Where would that be? In a kiddies' playground?"
Moving quickly, he reached her, grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him, their lips so close he could feel her sweet little breaths teasing his mouth. "Playground is right, Mags, but no kids are allowed where I am talking about. Strictly 'Adults Only'."
She gasped, and he saw that cute little nervous tic at the side of her mouth just begging to be kissed, but he hesitated, waiting to see what she would do next.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself, Stone. That's very arrogant of you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
"Not at all," he breathed back, moving his free hand to the small of her neck and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'm very good at what I do, and I'm not afraid to prove it."
She moaned softly and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth covered hers and demanded entrance. She tasted of the tangy mangosteens they'd eaten for breakfast as his tongue explored her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
Right now.
Right here.
Slow and easy, and making it last until their bodies exploded. He let go of her shirt and slid his hand inside, covering her bare breast with his palm. She kept her arms by her side, but her nipple pebbled hard in to his hand and he couldn't resist rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh God," she gasped as she broke away, leaning her head to the side allowing him to trail his mouth over the softness of her beautiful neck. He could feel the heat rising on her skin as her breathing became more ragged the more he touched her. Jeezus, she was on fire!
He moved his hand from her shirt and slid it under the waistband of her shorts, slowly inching towards her gorgeous pussy. His cock leapt for joy when his index finger entered her body.
"Jeezus, Mags, you're so wet."
Her body stiffened, and he felt her withdraw from him, physically and emotionally. Shit, he'd fucked up again. Carefully, he removed his hands and took a step back from her, his breathing uneven and coming in short spurts.
Magda stared at his face, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and full of confusion. "We can't do this, Vincent," she whispered.
Aw shit… you're a fucking idiot, Vince!
"I'm sorry, Mags. I know we shouldn't be doing this, but you just don't know what you do to me."
A hint of a smile came over her lips. "Yes, I do, Vincent. Me and every other woman who crosses your path."
Ouch.
*****
Click HERE to buy the book!
****
Now go on over to Victoria's Blog and see all the other lovely SUNDAY SNOGS!
http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-is-a-secret-surprise/
Hi folks. This week I'm joining the fabulous Victoria Blisse in her Sunday Snogs. After you've read mine, you should check out all the other "Snogs" too! Click on the Graphic or the link at the end to go to her blog and see all the links to the sexy excerpts!
This snog scene is from one of my favourite books : THE RELIC. It's a steamy action adventure and I hope you like Magda and Vince as much as I do:
*****
Why did she do it? Why did she always have to go and piss him off and then totally throw him off balance by being so damn sexy? There was one thing for sure— being around Magda was never boring.And she was probably the most fuckable woman he knew.
Just watching her swing those hips as she overtook him on the path back to the hut got him all hot and bothered. The Islamic disguise flapped carelessly in the breeze as it hung discarded over her shoulder and it reminded him of the trouble it was for her to stay in character. Nope, she wasn't the submissive type at all, although from memory… she didn't mind at all when a man took charge in the sack, as long as they got to switch every now and then.
She turned her head and gave him a cheeky grin. "What are you smiling about, Stone? I'm kicking your butt out here in the jungle, you wimp! Pick up the pace why don't you or it'll be dark before we get back to the hut."
He chuckled to himself as the memories stirred his cock to life. He shouldn't be enjoying himself so much when they were in such deep shite, but he couldn't help it.
"Not everyone can be a jungle warrior woman like you. Mags, but put me in my favoured environment and I am the Master."
She stopped and turned to face him, hands on her hips and a big grin on her beautiful face. "Favoured environment? Where would that be? In a kiddies' playground?"
Moving quickly, he reached her, grabbed her shirt and pulled her close to him, their lips so close he could feel her sweet little breaths teasing his mouth. "Playground is right, Mags, but no kids are allowed where I am talking about. Strictly 'Adults Only'."
She gasped, and he saw that cute little nervous tic at the side of her mouth just begging to be kissed, but he hesitated, waiting to see what she would do next.
"You sound pretty sure of yourself, Stone. That's very arrogant of you," she whispered, her voice catching in her throat.
"Not at all," he breathed back, moving his free hand to the small of her neck and gently stroking her cheek with his thumb. "I'm very good at what I do, and I'm not afraid to prove it."
She moaned softly and that was all the encouragement he needed. His mouth covered hers and demanded entrance. She tasted of the tangy mangosteens they'd eaten for breakfast as his tongue explored her mouth, thrusting slowly in and out, exactly how he wanted to fuck her.
Right now.
Right here.
Slow and easy, and making it last until their bodies exploded. He let go of her shirt and slid his hand inside, covering her bare breast with his palm. She kept her arms by her side, but her nipple pebbled hard in to his hand and he couldn't resist rolling it between his thumb and forefinger.
"Oh God," she gasped as she broke away, leaning her head to the side allowing him to trail his mouth over the softness of her beautiful neck. He could feel the heat rising on her skin as her breathing became more ragged the more he touched her. Jeezus, she was on fire!
He moved his hand from her shirt and slid it under the waistband of her shorts, slowly inching towards her gorgeous pussy. His cock leapt for joy when his index finger entered her body.
"Jeezus, Mags, you're so wet."
Her body stiffened, and he felt her withdraw from him, physically and emotionally. Shit, he'd fucked up again. Carefully, he removed his hands and took a step back from her, his breathing uneven and coming in short spurts.
Magda stared at his face, her beautiful green eyes shimmering with unshed tears and full of confusion. "We can't do this, Vincent," she whispered.
Aw shit… you're a fucking idiot, Vince!
"I'm sorry, Mags. I know we shouldn't be doing this, but you just don't know what you do to me."
A hint of a smile came over her lips. "Yes, I do, Vincent. Me and every other woman who crosses your path."
Ouch.
*****
Click HERE to buy the book!
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Now go on over to Victoria's Blog and see all the other lovely SUNDAY SNOGS!
http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk/blog/sunday-snog-is-a-secret-surprise/
January 4, 2012
Thursday Teaser - ILLUMINATIONS
This time last year I wrote a story for the Summer Spectacles collection at Total-e-bound. It was a bit of a departure for me since the setting is Victorian England. All of my other books have been set in the present and in places I've been to. Yes, even Penang, where THE RELIC is set. So writing in another time period was both scary and liberating. I know can never be called an expert in British history, or Victoria, but I did do a lot of research. I really enjoyed the research into the sexual practices in that period :-). The general consensus is that people were very conservative, but nothing can be further from the truth! They just hid their naughty sides well!
So we come to my Thursday Teaser - something new I'm trying for 2012. Here is an excerpt from ILLUMINATIONS, which is available as a ebook HERE,
or HERE as part of the SUMMER SPECTACLES Anthology in PRINT. Enjoy!
Genre Historical/ Mild Bondage/ Ménage/ Voyeurism Book Length Short Story Erotic Rating Total-e-taboo eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc) eReaders Supported All current eReaders Send direct to Kindle? Yes Cover art by Posh Gosh ISBN# 978-0-85715-601-3
London, 1895
Gemma Hudson felt heat rise from inside her body and spread over her skin. The sight in front of her was so shocking and so unexpected, most definitely something she had never witnessed in all her twenty-one years. When she had stumbled on the hidden doorway into this passage, nothing could have prepared her for what she'd see.The woman lying naked on the bed sighed as she writhed, her white skin a deep contrast against the black silken sheets. Gemma gasped and drew away from the glass that separated her from the scandalous scene. She closed her eyes and crossed herself in the hope that praying to the good Lord and Saint Jerome would save her soul for having witnessed this forbidden sight.Run!Her mind knew what she should do, but her feet stayed planted in place, refusing to cooperate. She had suspected something was different about the entertainment offered to the guests at Maitland House, but she'd never imagined it would be so wicked. In the few weeks since she and her friend Lucy had been employed here, she'd noticed hints of secret goings- on behind closed doors, but she had not thought much of it. All who lived here had always shown kindness towards her and none had made any improper demands, not even the exceedingly handsome duo she saw before her. Not once had Master Darius or Master Jamie ever so much as hinted at any impropriety towards her. Now she knew why. They were finding their pleasure elsewhere.The men in question moved around in the room before her. Fearful lest they'd see her through the darkened glass, she shrank back against the wall in the hidden hallway. She watched, mesmerised, as each of them stood on opposite sides of the narrow cot and lifted the woman's arms behind her head, fastening them with a length of cloth. The woman writhed on the bed as Darius smoothed her auburn curls from her face and placed a mask over her eyes, but the sound coming from her mouth was not fearful. More a contented sigh of pleasure, thought Gemma as she fidgeted. She fanned her face as unfamiliar sensations stirred her body and she realised there was a dampness between her thighs she could not explain.As a lady's maid to her best friend Lucy in her former employment, she had lived a very sheltered existence. Her mistress was as innocent as she in the ways of the flesh, and as she had been sent away from her home to work as soon as she was old enough, she had not been blessed with a mother to explain things to her. Lucy's mother had died in childbirth and that witch of a stepmother was barely older than the two of them. Until this very moment she had not had occasion to want or need an explanation of the more intimate details between a woman and a man…or in this case, two men.She had a feeling, however, that what she witnessed in front of her was not something a mother taught her daughter. Not unless she was a harlot. And Gemma's mother most definitely had not been a harlot, despite her poverty. Her mouth opened in a gasp. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away as the young men knelt either side of the bed and each claimed a plump breast with his mouth. She bit her lip to stop any sound passing as she felt another intense tingle between her legs. Oh, my Lord.Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to shut out the sinful scene, but failed, instead seeing herself on that bed, naked and restrained, with both men suckling her breasts. Her hands slid over the tight layers of her gown, and she pinched her nipples through the thick fabric. She tweaked them gently at first, imagining Darius' and Jamie's mouths touching her, then harder as her body reacted to the intense pain and pleasure that ensued.How could it be that she was here watching this act unfold, touching herself in this way, or that those soft cries of pleasure she heard were this time coming from her lips? It was not what a proper young woman ought to do. Though she was only a scullery maid, she had been a lady's maid and should know better. But instead of guilt for such perverted behaviour, she felt an incredible pleasure far beyond what she had ever imagined.I am wicked. "Yes, yes. You are a good student, my dear," said a male voice, startling her.She opened her eyes in shock. She breathed out, relieved to realise that the voice referred to the woman on the bed and not herself. She looked down at her hands, still over her nipples. Oh, God. Dropping her hands, she thanked all that was holy that the men had not heard her soft cries."Our guest deserves a reward for her studious behaviour. What do you think, Jamie?" said Darius."Oh yes. I believe you are quite correct, my friend. I have just the thing," he said, smiling."By all means. I believe it is your turn to finish off. I cannot wait to see what your wicked brain has in mind." Darius chuckled as he went to the side of the room.Jamie smiled and sauntered to the end of the cot. He smoothed his large hands along the creamy skin of the woman's legs, then one by one bent them back, her knees brushing her breasts. He slid his hands under her bare buttocks and tugged her body to the edge of the mattress. Her arms strained against the ties as her body slid downward and her head turned to the side, a hint of a smile on her face. Gemma inched forward, her face so close to the glass it began to mist over while she angled her head to see what Jamie was doing. Her breathing quickened when he knelt down and placed his mouth on the woman's exposed sex. She trembled, moving her hand over the skirt of her gown, inching it upward before she slipped a shaking hand inside her drawers. What would it feel like to have a man touch her so? "More. I want more, Jamie," the woman cried.Jamie lifted his head and chuckled. "She is getting too demanding, Darius."Gemma sighed and closed her eyes, searching for some unknown place inside her that called out for something, pleading to soothe an ache she had no idea how to relieve. "Yes, she is asking for a punishment. Don't you agree?" said Darius."Please, please don't, sir!""Please don't…what?" Jamie traced a finger along the plump lips of her sex.The woman moaned and wrenched at her restrained hands, pulling desperately against the ties. "Please don't punish me, sir. I did not mean to be disrespectful." Jamie chuckled. "Ah, but all the same you did say it." He spread her nether lips open with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and then slapped her across her sex with the other. The woman screamed.Gemma jumped at the sharp sound of skin hitting flesh. Her hand slid further inside her drawers and she was surprised to find even more dampness than before. Why did the thought of being slapped across her sex make her sweat? She should have been repulsed.She was not.
*****To celebrate my first Thursday Teaser, I'm offering a prize to a randomly selected commenter! You will receive a PRINT copy of the SUMMER SPECTACLES anthology! So comment away - let me know what you think!
So we come to my Thursday Teaser - something new I'm trying for 2012. Here is an excerpt from ILLUMINATIONS, which is available as a ebook HERE,
or HERE as part of the SUMMER SPECTACLES Anthology in PRINT. Enjoy!
Genre Historical/ Mild Bondage/ Ménage/ Voyeurism Book Length Short Story Erotic Rating Total-e-taboo eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/MSReader(lit)/Mobipocket(prc) eReaders Supported All current eReaders Send direct to Kindle? Yes Cover art by Posh Gosh ISBN# 978-0-85715-601-3
London, 1895
Gemma Hudson felt heat rise from inside her body and spread over her skin. The sight in front of her was so shocking and so unexpected, most definitely something she had never witnessed in all her twenty-one years. When she had stumbled on the hidden doorway into this passage, nothing could have prepared her for what she'd see.The woman lying naked on the bed sighed as she writhed, her white skin a deep contrast against the black silken sheets. Gemma gasped and drew away from the glass that separated her from the scandalous scene. She closed her eyes and crossed herself in the hope that praying to the good Lord and Saint Jerome would save her soul for having witnessed this forbidden sight.Run!Her mind knew what she should do, but her feet stayed planted in place, refusing to cooperate. She had suspected something was different about the entertainment offered to the guests at Maitland House, but she'd never imagined it would be so wicked. In the few weeks since she and her friend Lucy had been employed here, she'd noticed hints of secret goings- on behind closed doors, but she had not thought much of it. All who lived here had always shown kindness towards her and none had made any improper demands, not even the exceedingly handsome duo she saw before her. Not once had Master Darius or Master Jamie ever so much as hinted at any impropriety towards her. Now she knew why. They were finding their pleasure elsewhere.The men in question moved around in the room before her. Fearful lest they'd see her through the darkened glass, she shrank back against the wall in the hidden hallway. She watched, mesmerised, as each of them stood on opposite sides of the narrow cot and lifted the woman's arms behind her head, fastening them with a length of cloth. The woman writhed on the bed as Darius smoothed her auburn curls from her face and placed a mask over her eyes, but the sound coming from her mouth was not fearful. More a contented sigh of pleasure, thought Gemma as she fidgeted. She fanned her face as unfamiliar sensations stirred her body and she realised there was a dampness between her thighs she could not explain.As a lady's maid to her best friend Lucy in her former employment, she had lived a very sheltered existence. Her mistress was as innocent as she in the ways of the flesh, and as she had been sent away from her home to work as soon as she was old enough, she had not been blessed with a mother to explain things to her. Lucy's mother had died in childbirth and that witch of a stepmother was barely older than the two of them. Until this very moment she had not had occasion to want or need an explanation of the more intimate details between a woman and a man…or in this case, two men.She had a feeling, however, that what she witnessed in front of her was not something a mother taught her daughter. Not unless she was a harlot. And Gemma's mother most definitely had not been a harlot, despite her poverty. Her mouth opened in a gasp. She watched, unable to tear her eyes away as the young men knelt either side of the bed and each claimed a plump breast with his mouth. She bit her lip to stop any sound passing as she felt another intense tingle between her legs. Oh, my Lord.Closing her eyes, she tried desperately to shut out the sinful scene, but failed, instead seeing herself on that bed, naked and restrained, with both men suckling her breasts. Her hands slid over the tight layers of her gown, and she pinched her nipples through the thick fabric. She tweaked them gently at first, imagining Darius' and Jamie's mouths touching her, then harder as her body reacted to the intense pain and pleasure that ensued.How could it be that she was here watching this act unfold, touching herself in this way, or that those soft cries of pleasure she heard were this time coming from her lips? It was not what a proper young woman ought to do. Though she was only a scullery maid, she had been a lady's maid and should know better. But instead of guilt for such perverted behaviour, she felt an incredible pleasure far beyond what she had ever imagined.I am wicked. "Yes, yes. You are a good student, my dear," said a male voice, startling her.She opened her eyes in shock. She breathed out, relieved to realise that the voice referred to the woman on the bed and not herself. She looked down at her hands, still over her nipples. Oh, God. Dropping her hands, she thanked all that was holy that the men had not heard her soft cries."Our guest deserves a reward for her studious behaviour. What do you think, Jamie?" said Darius."Oh yes. I believe you are quite correct, my friend. I have just the thing," he said, smiling."By all means. I believe it is your turn to finish off. I cannot wait to see what your wicked brain has in mind." Darius chuckled as he went to the side of the room.Jamie smiled and sauntered to the end of the cot. He smoothed his large hands along the creamy skin of the woman's legs, then one by one bent them back, her knees brushing her breasts. He slid his hands under her bare buttocks and tugged her body to the edge of the mattress. Her arms strained against the ties as her body slid downward and her head turned to the side, a hint of a smile on her face. Gemma inched forward, her face so close to the glass it began to mist over while she angled her head to see what Jamie was doing. Her breathing quickened when he knelt down and placed his mouth on the woman's exposed sex. She trembled, moving her hand over the skirt of her gown, inching it upward before she slipped a shaking hand inside her drawers. What would it feel like to have a man touch her so? "More. I want more, Jamie," the woman cried.Jamie lifted his head and chuckled. "She is getting too demanding, Darius."Gemma sighed and closed her eyes, searching for some unknown place inside her that called out for something, pleading to soothe an ache she had no idea how to relieve. "Yes, she is asking for a punishment. Don't you agree?" said Darius."Please, please don't, sir!""Please don't…what?" Jamie traced a finger along the plump lips of her sex.The woman moaned and wrenched at her restrained hands, pulling desperately against the ties. "Please don't punish me, sir. I did not mean to be disrespectful." Jamie chuckled. "Ah, but all the same you did say it." He spread her nether lips open with the thumb and forefinger of one hand and then slapped her across her sex with the other. The woman screamed.Gemma jumped at the sharp sound of skin hitting flesh. Her hand slid further inside her drawers and she was surprised to find even more dampness than before. Why did the thought of being slapped across her sex make her sweat? She should have been repulsed.She was not.
*****To celebrate my first Thursday Teaser, I'm offering a prize to a randomly selected commenter! You will receive a PRINT copy of the SUMMER SPECTACLES anthology! So comment away - let me know what you think!
