Sunday, September 30, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' With Fallen


It's time for the snog...and since I got behind...hm... what do I want to feature this week? How about my fallen angel in Fallen? Sounds good to me! Enjoy!

He’s her salvation if she’s willing to lose her wings all over again.

Livia was cast out of heaven for the crime of falling in love with a human. So what’s a fallen angel to do when she meets the man of her dreams? Falling certainly has its perks.

Ty didn’t expect the angel at his party to be fallen or to have a murky past. He also didn’t expect her to end up in his arms. Now he’s not about to let the past stand in the way of their future.

Contains a Fallen Angel, A College Student smitten, and lots of hot sex with a little kink thrown in for fun. But it's not all giggles and heat. There's an unruly Demon determined not to go down without a fight.

Available atChangeling PressAllRomance EbooksBarnes and NobleAmazon


And now for that Snog!!

“The man you fell for was foolish. He lost out and I’m damned glad.” Ty cupped her jaw. “This probably sounds like another lame-ass pick-up line, but I don’t want to fuck up my chance by making you think I want a quickie. I want so much more.”

“You do?”

“Absolutely.” Ty closed his eyes and lowered his lips to hers.

The moment his mouth fastened onto hers, Livia’s knees went weak. She clutched his shirt and nibbled on his bottom lip. Sizzles flew along her nerve endings, and more cream coated her panties. She ground her core against his thigh, not caring if anyone saw her acting so forward. This kiss was too good to waste with good manners.

Ty held her tight in the crook of his arm and stroked the top edge of her wing with the fingers of his other hand. “Does touching your wings turn you on as much as I think it does? Does wonders for me.”

Friday, September 28, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!!


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Five Sentences from the WIP...Tumbling

“Hit the weights harder. Build up that muscle so you’ve got the power.” Aiden grinned. “Took me a while, too.”
Took him a while?


Enjoy!!

Thursday, September 27, 2012

BlogFest 2012



It's time for the BlogFest and I love it. I get to find all kinds of new blogs to visit and great books to read. Take a peek around my site and blog and see what you can find. You never know. You might find your next great read. And since you're here, I'm going to ask a little of you, but there's a payoff! Leave your name, email, and a comment. I won't lie. I'd love for you to follow me on Facebook, follow my blog, and to follow me on Twitter, or you can sign up for my newsletter.

What do you get for your trouble? A PDF from my backlist! Pretty cool, eh? I think so.

Click here to go back to Journey of Books or check out these five hop sites so you can keep hopping:
Jessica Subject
Diane Hartsock
Wendi Zwaduk
Kay Dee Royal
A Passion for Romance

Winner will be announced right here on Monday!

Wednesday, September 26, 2012

Release Blitz for Smut in the City!

Smut in the City, edited by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

Sultry, smouldering sex in the city is the theme of this erotic anthology, edited by Victoria Blisse and Lucy Felthouse.

From the stifling heat of the London Underground to the crumbling walls of Rome’s Colosseum, Smut in the City has it all. Whatever your interpretation of sultry urban sex, there’s something nestling between the covers for you. Lusty couples, horny office workers, hunky bakers and gardeners, tourists and the Mafia are portrayed for your titillation in this exciting collection of stories from erotica’s finest authors.

eBook:

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Print:

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Excerpt:

Within the Crumbling Walls By Lucy Felthouse

Exiting the Colosseo Metro station, Libby shot a grin at her boyfriend, Ciaran. “I don’t think we’ll have any trouble finding it, do you?”

“Hmm?” Ciaran frowned, then turned his gaze in the direction that Libby was pointing. He gave a sheepish smile. “No, I don’t think we will. Shall we put the map away?”

Libby nodded, and Ciaran spun round so she should take the map and load it into his backpack. Zipping it back up, she patted it twice to signal she was done. Ciaran turned and held out his hand. She took it, and together they took their lives in their hands crossing the busy Roman road and walked to the Colosseum.

Despite the early hour, the queue was already considerable, and the couple exchanged a wry look. But then Libby remembered something. “Hey, don’t look so glum babe. We can skip the queue, remember?”

Ciaran frowned. “We can?”

Pulling a small credit card shaped and sized item from her pocket, she replied, “Yes! Our Roma cards mean we can get in quicker. That was one of the selling points the rep kept going on about when she was trying to flog them to us.”

Ciaran slapped his forehead theatrically, then retrieved his own card from his pocket. “Of course!” He used his not inconsiderable height to peer over the heads of the group in front of him. “Okay, I see it. There’s a separate line for Roma Pass holders, and it’s moving tons quicker. Hurrah!”

He made his way through the crowd, using a combination of touches on people’s backs and the words “excuse me.” Libby followed quickly in his wake. Soon they were at the back of the very short and swiftly-moving queue. People passed through, showing their cards to a very stern-looking Italian man, who nodded and pointed them towards another line.

This time they scanned their cards through some kind of barcode reader, and finally, they were in. Within the crumbling walls of the ancient Colosseum, probably the most famous landmark in Rome. Looking around, Libby could see why.

Photos and videos didn’t do it justice. She wasn’t sure if Colosseum translated to colossal or not, but it was certainly the most apt word to describe the place. It really was huge—and they hadn’t even seen the best part yet. Following Ciaran from the ticket booth area—which was literally within the great walls—they passed out into the open area in the middle. Libby gasped. It was amazing.

They were at ground level, with two or three levels above—she wasn’t sure which—and of course, the one below. Where the gladiators, warriors and fierce creatures would have been kept before being forced to fight in the arena.

Realising Ciaran was gaping at the sight before them too, she encouraged him forward. “Come on, we’re kind of in the way here.” Looking left, she saw an area which was fenced off and held warning signs urging the public not to enter. Libby snorted. The whole place was falling to pieces, how could they possibly deem one section more dangerous than another?

Shaking her head, she turned her attention to the right and saw an area which would allow them a better view of the arena floor. She grabbed Ciaran’s hand and pulled him with her.

Leaning on a barrier and looking out, Libby saw that arena “floor” was not an accurate description. At one end of the enormous structure, a wooden base had been erected, but the rest of the oval was open, displaying what lay beneath. It looked like a labyrinth, and suddenly she became aware of an English-speaking tour guide telling his group the history of the place. She eavesdropped for a while, then fell to thinking how lucky she was to have been born in this day and age. She’d never know anyone who’d be thrown to their deaths in such a place—or be forced to watch them killed in such a brutal manner.

*****

Lucy Felthouse: http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk

Victoria Blisse: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk

WIP Wednesdays


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Talk about irons in the fire! I thought - yeah, I know, never think - I had myself whittled down to two stories going. I thought I did. And then I saw a call and said, yanno... what if... and then the characters started talking. I really like them, too. So.... back up to three. Oh well.

Gymnasts are coming along. Almost to 5k on them. Pretty cool and writing the first love scene, which when it's totally new - not a second chance (yet) - it's really sexy to me to write. I've got an idea what the major conflict will be, too, so that's good. Now to hope I not only get it done, but Editor likes it.

10k into the second vampire story. It's probably only going to be a two story series, mainly because I don't want too many series running crazy, but it happens. I like Daisy, so shouldn't be hard to finish it for her - character/heroine. Grin.

But I'm off to the bat cave. I totally forgot to post some excerpts today and need to, then must write! I must! I must! (And yes, now "I must increase my bust" is in my head. Thank you Lords of Acid.)

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!


I've been working hard on my gymnasts story and I'd like to share ten lines of it with you! Yep. Ten lines. That's all you get. Grin.

“Perfect.”Aiden brushed a quick kiss over Dylan’s lips, then strolled to the door.

Dylan slumped back onto the chair. Getting intimate with a teammate wasn’t the brightest thing he could do. If that teammate happened to be the closest thing to a best friend, even worse. He scrubbed both hands over his face. And if Jerome found out...he preferred not to think about that event coming to fruition.

The longer Dylan sat thinking, the more his shoulder ached. He might as well head home and let the meds do their job. Part of him wanted Aiden to show. The rest of him wasn’t so sure. “Guess I’ll find out if I managed to fuck up my life later on tonight,” he muttered and eased his arms into his jacket. “It’ll be really great, or really suck.”

Indulgent Winner!



I know I am super late at posting this, but if you've had the weekend I had, you'd understand. HECTIC! I'm finally getting my bearings back and I'm ready to reveal the winner!!! So who is it? 

 Kelly!!! 
(RonnKelly3)

 :::Throws confetti:::: 

 I'll contact you shortly off list. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and commented. I hope you get all your indulgences at least once in the next week!

Sunday, September 23, 2012

Sunday Snog!



It's time for the Sunday Snog!! I thought I'd feature something from my latest story... but it's not out yet. In fact, I just turned the story in. So, here's a snog from Watch Me! Hope you enjoy.


“Have a seat.” Marc waved his hand. “Have a seat.” Kacey plopped onto his lap and he palmed her thigh. “Have you ever tried pegging? Or are you just adventurous?”

“I say adventurous.” Kacey giggled. “And curious.”

Curious explained things well. Tony sat on the edge of the closest chair. The glint in Kacey’s eye hinted to more than innocence. Mischief? Desire? He wasn’t sure, but he’d come this far.

“I sent the box on purpose.” He sat up straight and looked both Marc and Kacey in the eye. “I wanted you to have it.”

“Oh?” Marc crooked one brow. “For?”

“This.” Tony slipped to his knees and crawled to Marc. No turning back. He planted a kiss on Marc’s lips and pinned Kacey between them.

Instead of the expected shove or snarl, Marc wrapped his free arm around Tony’s torso. He swiped his tongue along the seam of Tony’s mouth. Shocked, Tony opened to Marc. Tony’s cock thickened behind his jogging shorts and pressed into the slippery fabric. Thoughts of Marc filling his ass played in a loop in Tony’s mind.

Tony rubbed his rock hard dick along Marc’s thigh and groaned. Marc rewarded him with a moan.

“That’s...so hot.” Kacey’s voice filtered through Tony’s haze. She stroked his hair and from the corner of his eye he caught her smiling. “Marc?”

Marc broke the connection with Tony and tugged Kacey close. “We didn’t forget you.” He threaded the fingers of the hand he had on her thigh, through her hair. “I think he wants to play, don’t you?”

Friday, September 21, 2012

Welcome to the Neighborhood! Hot, Hot, Hot!

I love to read. Love it. And I love to read my fellow authors where I'm published. I grabbed a copy of Welcome to the Neighborhood by Kameron Brook and Dirk Tyler. Whew! Talk about hot!

So what are my thoughts?

This is a hot story. Hands down, it's hot. I liked the interplay and teasing that takes place between these characters. The emotions are right out there and written with a loving touch that makes me want to delve into more works by these authors. I want more!

Totally worth the buy and I'm glad I got my copy! Want your own? Read on!



Whit and Miguel are happy together, but when Meaghan moves in next door they decide they'd like to add a third to their household.
Cover art: Marteeka Karland
BIN: 05945-01907
Genre(s): Razor's Edge Press, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), Erotic Romance
Theme(s): Ménage, Bisexual and More, Voyeurism and Exhibitionism, Gay
Length: Hot Flash
Page Count: 22
Get yours here!

Thursday, September 20, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


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Five Sentences from my WIP, currently entitled, Tumbling. Might be the title, might end up changing it. Not sure. Anyway, enjoy!!

“You. I want you.” Aiden bridged the gap between them and thrust his fingers into Dylan’s hair. He swiped his tongue across Dylan’s bottom lip, then pressed his body flush into Dylan’s. When Dylan gasped, Aiden took the kiss farther and stroked Dylan’s tongue with his own.

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

WIP Wednesday!


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I had a mini-rant over at my Wendi blog, but that's because I'm getting more accomplished with my Megan stories at the moment. The stories are just flowing more. I am one of those authors who goes where the stories take me, and they want to run with Megan right now.

Not a big deal. I kinda like it.

I'm almost done with Watch Me. I know, I know...I've been saying that for a while. But I am. One more scene and I'm done and it's off to be worked on. :-)

I'm also about 3k into my gymnastics story. It's called Tumbling at the moment, but that could change. The gymnasts are vaulters, but Vaulting doesn't sound as good, whereas Tumbling seems to fit better. We'll see.

Once I get those two conquered, I'm heading back to Glow land and working on Sarah and Callum's story. They really want theirs told, too.

So many stories, so little time. Grin. Thanks to all my readers, I hope to keep you captivated. Now I'm out to head back into the bat cave. Enjoy!

Tuesday, September 18, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday ~ Watch Me



I've been hard at work on the next Challenges story. I had no intention of making the group four, but this story had to be told. Watch Me. Yep, it had to be. Anyway, here's a tasty ten line tidbit! Enjoy!!

“I’d have told you if I wanted to try pegging.” He flipped the flaps closed on the box. “Um, hon.” Marc waved his hand again. “You did look at this right, didn’t you?”

“What do you mean? It was in our mail box.” The tips of her ears burned. What in the name of God had she done? “Why?”

“Have a look-see at that.”

She peeked at the address label. Tony Fallows. Their next-door-neighbor. She met Marc’s gaze. “I guess I opened it without looking.”

“I didn’t think he knew anything about strap-ons.” Marc tipped his head to the side. “He’s invited us over for drinks lots of times...why don’t we take him up on the offer? That is his mail.”

Monday, September 17, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Under and Over It

Under And Over It
Available atChangeling PressBarnes and NobleAll Romance EbooksAmazon

Rock hero Camryn Tate makes the girls scream, but his roommate, Regan, holds the key to his heart.
What happens when an artist finds his muse? Regan Finley's photography makes the local music scene shine. He's four months from his final exhibition and graduation with a Masters in Fine Art Photography. But instead of preparing for the party, he's fretting about his exhibition theme--bondage and passion. There's one person he wants to make his exhibition come to life, if he can convince his housemate to participate.
  Camryn Tate plays the music that makes the young girls scream. He likes being a local rock hero. His time on campus is coming to a close as well. In four months time, he'll have earned his Bachelor's of Music degree in composition. The moment he finds out what Regan wants to do for the exhibition Cam has to make a decision. He can let Regan have his commanding way and get the pictures he needs for the exhibition or he could walk away from the best roommate and friend he's ever known... all because of a little ball of nylon rope.


And now for that Moan!

“Bullshit. But I like it when you drop the punk facade.” Regan smoothed his hands over Cam’s shoulders. His lips feathered over Cam’s. “I want to see you on display -- every last bit of your body just for me.”

“Yes.” Cam panted. “Now.” He pressed himself from head to toe against Regan. His tongue pierced the seam of Regan’s mouth.

Regan’s eyes rolled back in his head as he licked and nibbled Cam. God, he’d waited for this. Waited for Cam to want him. But things could certainly slow down a tick. Regan pulled away from Cam and smacked his lips together, tasting Cam on his tongue. Mint, cola, and delicious.

“What?” Cam’s gaze darted around the room and settled on Regan. “What did I do?”

“Please?” Regan stepped back a foot, shocked by his newfound commanding tone. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Please.” Cam’s nostrils flared, and his eyes widened in the low light. “Do with me what you please. I belong to you.”

Regan slid to his knees and unzipped Cam. He’d dreamt about doing wicked things with Cam for so long… to have it happen was like having his deepest wish granted. With a little shifting, Cam’s cock sprang free from his jeans and boxers.

“So thick.” Regan closed his eyes and marked himself with Cam’s scent. He rubbed his cheek against Cam’s penis, gently nuzzling the nest of curls. Regan glanced up at Cam. Eyes closed and lips parted, Cam clenched and unclenched his hands.

“Do you want to touch me?” Regan sat back on his heels once again and worked his wallet out of his pocket. The foil packet crinkled in his hand.

“Need to touch you.”

Regan took his time tearing open the condom. “Say it.”

Sunday, September 16, 2012

It's Indulgent!!



It's indulgent! I love a white hot book and if the book is like fine chocolate - totally indulgent, even better!

Is there something you want that you just can't live without? Something decadent? Something indulgent maybe? Like chocolate? Or a piece of jewelry? My latest book, Make Me has an indulgent slant to it. Her indulgence comes in the form of pearls. His? In her. Want to know more? Want a chance at a $5 GC to Changeling Press? Then read on!

Make Me
BIN: 05930-01902
Word Count: 4K
Page Count: 17
Price: $1.99
Release Date: September 14, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was "Make me."


Available here!

And an excerpt because it's fun to share!

A black velvet pouch sat nestled next to a crimson velvet pouch and a folded piece of paper poked out from between them. Hmm. I should read the message first. I grabbed the paper.

The box is yours if you agree to play. If you agree, remove your clothing and put your black stilettos on. Open the black pouch. Follow the instructions within. If you choose not to play, place the box back on the table.

I love Zeke. I do, but the man can be so... confusing. And hard to read. But this sounded like the precursor to sex. Yes! Or something else. I said he was hard to figure out. I nibbled the inside of my cheek. I lived for a challenge, but was this a challenge? I glanced down at the paper once more. Go figure, I'd missed the last line.

Yes. This is a challenge.

Damn, the man knew me well. I lifted the red pouch from the box. Yeah, the rules said I had to get naked first. I would -- once I saw what was in that damned pouch.

I said I'm nosy. Sue me.

The velvet smelled of lavender, and I breathed in the delicate scent. So comforting, lavender -- like laying naked in an open field waiting for him to spank my ass or bend me to his kinky will. God, I had sex on my brain. The strings gave way as I slid the contents from the pouch. I nearly fell off the sofa.

He'd listened.

Champagne pearls, a single strand with a feature clasp in the shape of a heart. In the middle of the heart sat a cluster of rubies. Better than my wildest dreams. I glanced at the note and my mind raced. He wanted me in nothing but the heels? Hell, yeah.

I stumbled from my seat and rushed into the bedroom. He'd never actually said where I had to get naked. Ever industrious, I tossed my work clothes -- a pencil skirt and button-down blouse -- into the hamper. The hose went next. Not that I cared about them much -- ever since the runner in them that happened at lunch. Screw it. I tossed my bra into the dresser and stopped to assess my look in the mirror. My hair stuck out in wild tangles, and a crimson blush stained my cheeks. I know I'm not as sexy as I was when I first met Zeke. Life happened and gravity took over a bit. I'd like to think I'm still in decent shape for my age, but I won't win any awards.

I worked open the clasp on the strand of pearls and draped the delicate necklace about my throat. Whoever it was that declared the look of pearl against bare skin was sexy... was right.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the pearls or the thought of watching porn, but I'd never felt so turned on in my life. I wasn't even totally naked yet, but damn, I liked how I looked. I ran my fingers over the pearls. My nipples beaded, and I resisted the urge to tweak them. Cream seeped between my thighs.

I needed to lose the panties and go back out to the living room, but I couldn't get my feet to move.

"You got farther than I thought."


Now, what do you have to do to get your name in the hat for the GC plus for the big prize? Simple. Leave your name, email, and a comment about the one indulgence you can't live without--chocolate, maybe it's your significant other...whatever it is, let me know. I'll choose a winner via random.org and post it on the 23rd right here on the blog. So go on... COMMENT! Grin.

Here's the list of the hoppers! Be sure to visit them.



And here's the rafflecopter code for the BIG giveaway. What is it? A $100 GC to either BN or Amazon. So enter!

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Friday, September 14, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday ~ Permanent

Available at:Total-E-BoundAllRomance EbooksAmazonBarnes and Noble 
 Sometimes love just ain’t enough...
River Cortland trusted the person he loved. His faith couldn’t protect him from the bitter sting of a cold-hearted Domme. If he’s going to learn to trust again, he’s got to deal with his past.  His roommate and best friend, Tory, has seen the physical damage and hasn’t walked away. Can he deal with the emotional scars as well?
Tory McClellan wanted the carefree life...until one night with River changed everything. There’s more to the shy art teacher and Tory wants to know everything-how he tastes, the scent of his skin, the feel of his body as they make love. What terror lies behind River’s brown eyes? Better yet, how can Tory make the sadness go away and be in River’s life, permanently?

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


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I've got a hot menage that just happened to land in my inbox only because I've got a great group of friends to egg me on and to supply photos for inspiration! I'm titling this one, Watch Me!

“I’m always game for adding a third.” She rested her forehead on Tony’s and breathed him in. “Especially if the third is you.”

Tony balked and sat down hard on his heels. They thought of this with him?

Tuesday, September 11, 2012

18 and Over and Just for You!



It's a hop for all the good things that are 18 and Over. Grin. I write hot, so this is a perfect hop for me. For my part of the hop, I'm featuring my latest release, Make Me. It all starts with a strand of pearls. How? You'll have to read on to find out!


By Mauro Cateb (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], via Wikimedia Commons


By Emily <3 / Alex from United States (Innocent until proven guilty Mr. Officer.) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Here's some more info on Make Me:

Title: Make Me
Author: Megan Slayer
BIN: 05930-01902
Word Count: 4K
Page Count: 17
Price: $1.99
Release Date: September 14, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was "Make me."


Available here!

And now a saucy little excerpt that's for 18 and over!!

Champagne pearls, a single strand with a feature clasp in the shape of a heart. In the middle of the heart sat a cluster of rubies. Better than my wildest dreams. I glanced at the note and my mind raced. He wanted me in nothing but the heels? Hell, yeah.

I stumbled from my seat and rushed into the bedroom. He'd never actually said where I had to get naked. Ever industrious, I tossed my work clothes -- a pencil skirt and button-down blouse -- into the hamper. The hose went next. Not that I cared about them much -- ever since the runner in them that happened at lunch. Screw it. I tossed my bra into the dresser and stopped to assess my look in the mirror. My hair stuck out in wild tangles, and a crimson blush stained my cheeks. I know I'm not as sexy as I was when I first met Zeke. Life happened and gravity took over a bit. I'd like to think I'm still in decent shape for my age, but I won't win any awards.

I worked open the clasp on the strand of pearls and draped the delicate necklace about my throat. Whoever it was that declared the look of pearl against bare skin was sexy... was right.

Maybe it was the wine. Maybe it was the pearls or the thought of watching porn, but I'd never felt so turned on in my life. I wasn't even totally naked yet, but damn, I liked how I looked. I ran my fingers over the pearls. My nipples beaded, and I resisted the urge to tweak them. Cream seeped between my thighs.v I needed to lose the panties and go back out to the living room, but I couldn't get my feet to move.

"You got farther than I thought."

I screamed and whirled around. "Damn it."



Now since this is a hop and there's a prize up for grabs, what's the prize? A $5 GC to Changeling Press and all you have to do is this: leave a comment including the title of your favorite 18 and Over book, your name and your email. If you don't leave all three, you won't be eligible. But that won't be a problem. Grin. Now, once you've commented here, the rest of the linky list is below!

Ten Line Tuesday!



I've been issued many challenges, but this one had a picture attached to it. Now because I don't post pics I don't own, I can't show it to you, but trust me, Stephanie Burke found me a hot one. It's the vampire story and it's almost done, so enjoy these ten lines!

“Fuck me, Mathieu. Please? Need you.”

Music to my ears, but I wasn’t about to let him off that easy. I slapped his rump again, leaving more red marks, then dragged my fingernails up the backs of his thighs. “Jesus, that’s good.” He’d made a wet spot on the bed with his precome. Nice.

I shoved my pants to the floor, then squirted lube over my dick. The sizzles started the moment I stroked myself. My fangs dropped in my mouth. This wouldn’t be a simple fuck, not by a long shot.

I spread my fingers over his bottom, pressing my thumbs into his asshole. His toes clenched and he wriggled.

“Feels good.” Lucas moaned. “More.”

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' and Make Me



For this week's snog, I thought I'd use my upcoming release, Make Me. Why? It's a hot little read! Just right for a white hot pick me up! Read on:
Make Me by Megan Slayer
BIN: 05930-01902
Word Count: 4K
Page Count: 17
Price: $1.99
Release Date: September 14, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Marteeka Karland
Line Editor: Lacey Savage
Genres: Erotic Short Story, Guilty Pleasures (Contemporary), BDSM

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?
A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was "Make me."


And now for that snog!!

I focused my attention on him. Zeke traced the line of my lips with the blunt head of his cock. Pre-come smeared on my mouth. The saltiness exploded on my tongue. I loved his tang and wanted more.

“Work for it.” He inched backwards and slapped the flat end of the crop against my inner thigh. “Come get me.”

Dirty, he lived to play dirty. I balanced on my knees and levered myself on my toes enough to go to him. The move was harder than hell considering my entire body quaked. I took him in my mouth. Zeke rocked forward, giving me more of him.

“More, girl.” He threaded the fingers of his free hand in my hair.

I massaged him with my tongue and took him deeper. I buried my nose in the curls at the base of his cock.

“Yeah."

Saturday, September 8, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!!


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Opposites attract? Are you kidding?

For Ike Clanton, having competition means winning. Best at the guitar, biggest ride, highest hair, most tattoos. Until he meets Tallulah. She's nothing like he wants, but she's everything he needs -- he just has to figure it out.

Tallulah never wanted to join Glow. She's there as a favor, and not to Ike. An Earth elemental and a rock star shouldn't mix, should they?

Add overzealous greenery and a heaping helping of ego to this mix and shake wildly. Maybe being down to earth isn't such a bad thing after all.


Available here!

Friday, September 7, 2012

Five Sentence Friday....


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I'm writing a story about vampires, lots of vampires. Grin. Here's my five sentences from this WIP.

“Hold still and they won’t eat you.”

I dragged a breath into my burning lungs and took in my surroundings. Three men stood around me, two with their backs to me and one standing at my feet. I took another breath and let it out slowly, then glanced down at my body. Fuck me sideways, I was naked.

Thursday, September 6, 2012

To Bag It Or Not To Bag It, That Is the Question...

I read a review today - not for my work - but for a book I was thinking about buying, where the reviewer said the book wasn't 'good' because the hero used a rubber. Now, if you're like me, you're wondering what the heck was wrong with a guy bagging his junk.

That's good sense? Right? He's thinking about her and him and not getting something.

Okay, so maybe that's not right. If it's romance, then it's fiction and he can be the one man in the entire world who has had partners before but never got a thing from them.

It's possible.

Or she's the only woman in the same predicament. Not probable, but possible.

Or maybe it's not right because the author shouldn't be worrying about him using a rubber. It's fiction, so no one is really getting anything. A fictional character can't get the clap, right? Okay, yeah, that's a not the best example, but you get the idea.

I read more into the review and the reviewer went on to say that since it was a fantasy book, then hero can heal himself and protect himself from whatever she's got (or another he - don't want to get too many details).

That's all well and good, but then again it's not. It's good because its in the future, so we have no idea what strides have been made. It's also good because it's in the imagination of the author, so he or she can write the characters with whatever abilities they want. Heal thy self, STDs don't exist, all that jazz.

But, if the author is the one in charge of the world, then how is it wrong for the character to do what he or she would do? If the author keeps with the mindset of the character and conventions of the world he or she has created, then is it really wrong if characters aren't thinking about rubbers?

Or, and this was a very good point given to me, what if in the frantic moments leading up to the sex act, they FORGET? It happens. LOTS. That opens the door for the oops baby. That might be in the next book. Or what it he wants to procreate, but she doesn't? Just saying, they may want a totlet or they might not.

So is there a great rule saying if the book is contemporary the hero has to bag it? If it's SFF, then he doesn't? And if its UF, then it's up to the author?

I'm wondering. Let me know what you think.

Wednesday, September 5, 2012

WIP Wednesdays!


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I've been given yet another plot bunnie. It's funny, I don't really seek them out, but they find me. Not a bad thing, though. Means I have lots of stories to share with you.

So what's on the horizon? I've finished the next Challenges story, Take Me. It's with the editor right now. I'm three quarters of the way through my vampire story. And it's amusing because it's actually fitting with another story I'd written a while ago and forgot about. Seems things happen for a reason.

Once I get the vamps out of the way, I'll go back to the gymnasts. I really want to get back to them. I want to work on the prequel to Believe and a sequel to Under and Over It. One of these days...

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

Romancing the Hop and You!








And the winner of a pdf from my backlist is....

 ~ Erica Pike ~ 

 :::throws confetti:::: 


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

Ten Line Tuesday!



For this week's Ten Line Tuesday, I thought I'd showcase something I just turned in. I've always wanted to write a kidnap scene, but not the icky gross kind. This one is totally consensual and 100% fantasy. So enjoy this snippet from Take Me:



I have a challenge for you.

She grinned and answered the text.

I’m game.

Her hands shook as she awaited the return message.

Get your trench coat. Wait for me on the bed.

Wait for him! She glanced around the trailer in search of her trench coat. Nervous giggles erupted from her throat. An answer. She hadn’t given him an answer.

Shit.

Yes, Sir.

Monday, September 3, 2012

Monday Moans ~ Make Me


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It's that time of the week, time for a white hot sneak peek into my latest work. I'm thrilled to share!

Make Me
Razor's Edge Press Contemp, m/f, bdsm, spanking, toys, D/s short story Available here!

A crop, some rope, a sweet little plug... just what she wants, and all she had to say was make me.

Dixie wanted out of the daily rut and a night to reconnect with her husband. What she got went far beyond her wildest dreams. Who knew a Tuesday night could be so white hot?


Moan time!

“You’re going to make me?”

“Yes, bad girl. Give me your hands.”

Zeke grabbed my wrist, not giving me much of a chance to argue. Something cool slipped over it and clicked. Handcuffs? Oh, hell, yes. He placed the other cuff on my left wrist and turned me back around. Heat and lust burned in his eyes. His jaw worked as he appraised me.

With one finger, he drew a line from my throat down between my breasts to my stomach. God, I wanted him to touch my breasts. Tweak my nipples. To do something. The touches, light and tickly, were sheer torture. I shifted my hips. Damn, I still had my panties on.

“These --” He cupped my breast. “-- need a lift.” Zeke crooked one finger under my chin. “Tell me your safe word.”

Oh, yes. “Indigo.” I dipped my head and breathed in through my nose, out through my mouth.

“Good girl.”

Heat shimmered in my veins. I loved when he called me that. I wanted to please him. Zeke held the strings from the pouch before me. “Pull.”

I bit down on the string, untying the knot. He stuck his thick fingers into the bag and paused. “Do you want to see this?”

I kept quiet, knowing that was what he wanted.

“Good girl.” He held the bag low enough for me to watch him empty it. He withdrew an elegant crimson rope inch by inch.

I whimpered, not out of fear. Hell, no. Out of excitement. My skin prickled. Zeke trailed his fingers and the end of the rope over my chest. “Hold.”

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!


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I love Sexy Cover Saturdays. This week, the feature is a Renee George special, the cover for Here Without You. I love the way she made the guys sexy but androgynous. So cool. Enjoy!



BIN: 05775-01851
Word Count: 21K
Page Count: 69
Price: $4.49
Release Date: June 22, 2012
Editor: Katriena Knights
Cover Artist: Reneé George
Genres: Erotic Romance, Novella, Action-Adventure/Suspense, BDSM
Themes: Gay

Love doesn’t always happen according to plan.

Some guys have all the luck and some guys love the pain. Slash Gunderson knows that feeling well. His place behind the drums for Glow is a dream come true. Can he accept his need for kink and the man who makes his heart beat?

Hiram Moline loves his job as the head of security for Glow. He’s also in love with Slash. There’s one major glitch -- someone has been sending Slash threatening letters. Hiram’s not about to let anything happen to Slash. Can he convince Slash they’ve got something strong before the stalker gets the upper hand?

available here!