Wednesday, October 1, 2014

Monday, September 29, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week Four


Bye weeks are a blessing and a curse. A blessing because the team gets extra rest and will be ready for the next game. A curse because then I don't have my favorite team to watch. But that doesn't mean the rest of the teams weren't giving me fodder for the blog. Oh, they were. They were.

Here are the Honorable Mentions from last week: 

"Not many who can match up with that guy."
I'd imagine not. He's huge!

"Even if your tool is a little dull, you've still got to use it."
Um...okay. A shower might help. Or maybe even just play with it a little to get it warmed up.

"Let's take a look at the slot."
Calling all inspectors!

"Stab it in there."
He's forceful and knows what he wants. Nice.

"Quick release."
Messy.

Messy can be fun. Now on to those football funnies of the week.

"He's got the big time arm to go deep."
And where is he going to go with that arm?

"Can't get them a couple inches."
Yeah, once they're built, they won't get any bigger.

"Able to extend himself."
Getting aroused will do that.

"Can fully extend."
Well, that's great!

"They like to go long, don't they?"
Going long is good.

"Multiple tight ends in tight."
Sounds like a line up for the hot time tonight.

And now for that Doozy of the Week. I love these. These are so much fun.  

"Hits the big, deep ball."
With? Just making sure we're clear. And include pictures.


FACTOID: 
After 1966 and until 1974, the uprights of the goal posts were only 20 feet above the crossbar. Doesn't sound like a lot. Well, it wasn't. The uprights have been raised since then. 

~

Since you're reading this, I'll bring this up. There's a Bengals player whose daughter was diagnosed with cancer. A portion of his jersey sales are being donated to the Cincinnati Children's Hospital to help with cancer research. It's a great cause. I've ordered mine. Want to know more?

Thank you!


Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, September 24, 2014

Suz DeMello Brings the Heat and the Tartan!

Check out one of my more popular books, Temptation in Tartan. This book sat at #1 on its list at All Romance Ebooks for a week! If you’re intrigued by the idea of sexy vampires in kilts, this is the book for you! Here’s a snippet to sharpen your appetite:

Stop! You cry. What’s it about?

Okay—here’s the blurbage:

She had to marry a monster…

Rumors had followed the chieftains of Clan Kilborn for centuries. Said to be descended from the Viking Berserkers, they were ferocious in battle, known for tearing off the heads of their enemies and drinking their blood.

But English noblewoman Lydia Swann Williston would marry Kieran, Laird Kilborn, to bring peace to the Kilborn lands after the horror of Culloden and the brutal pacification. A widow, she also brought needed wealth to Clan Kilborn. For her part, eighteen-year-old Lydia wanted children. With her husband killed at Culloden, she would make a new life in the Highlands.
The old chieftain of Clan Kilborn also died in battle, and she hoped that the new young Laird would lack his ancestors' ferocity.
She was wrong.


And now, here’s the excerpt:

Edinburgh, 1747
The dark, mysterious stranger took Lydia’s free hand and led her into the garden surrounding the Menhardie mansion. The broad summer moon cast shadows that shifted with the breeze, so she could see little but could scent much—the fragrance of plants and newly turned earth, the attar of roses she’d touched to her pulse points and, daringly, between her breasts. Most of all, she drew in the male aroma of the stranger who’d taken possession of her hand, a scent reminiscent of midnight and secret longings.
He led her deeper into the knot garden. Trees, swishing in the breeze, blocked the manse from her view. She inhaled sharply, realizing she’d walked willingly, alone, with a man she knew nothing about, into what was not only a compromising position but possibly a dangerous one.
As though he sensed her fear, he released her hand. “Would ye wish to sit?” He waved his hand at a stone bench.
She touched it with a forefinger. Moisture seeped through her glove.
“Dinnae fash yerself.” The stranger sat and held out his arms. “Come here.”
She hesitated. “I’m affianced. ‘Twould offend my new husband.”
“No one can see us, and I’m just asking ye to sit.” His gaze was not merely open and guileless, but oddly compelling.
He seemed so kind, and her worries so silly, that she complied, moving closer. He reached for her waist to help her arrange her skirts and panniers. Finally she’d settled onto his lap, sitting crossways so she was looking at his chiseled features, distinct in the moonlight, as pale as new milk.
A strange energy thrummed through her body. She was acutely aware of the firm, muscular thighs beneath her, for she had never sat on a man’s lap before. Neither her father nor her husband had asked for or taken this intimacy. Did she like it? She wasn’t sure and became even less sure when the stranger, who had one arm touching her waist already, slid his other wide palm up her calf toward her knee.
Though his touch sent a tremor of desire shafting through her being, it unnerved her even more. She squirmed but he held her fast.
“Lassie, what worries ye?”
“You are taking liberties, sir, and we…haven’t been introduced.” What a stupid thing to have said. He must think her a fool. But what did it matter? She’d never see him again.
He chuckled. “Let’s just say that I’m a man who finds you quite alluring.”
Alluring. Lydia blinked. William had never said that.
“Remember, I’m affianced.”
“Ye’re here with me. Do ye love him?”
She cleared her throat. “We’ve never met.”
“Then ye’re sharing a stolen moment with a man you…dare I say a man you like?” He flirted, but his voice held a dark timbre that seduced her soul. And yet a note of humor, kindness even, tinctured his tone.
She hesitated, then looked into his eyes and was immediately calmed. She said, “Yes. You may dare.”
“And what else may I dare?” The hand on her leg rose to her face to play with a curl, stroke her cheek. She quivered and her breasts swelled, her nipples rubbing against the lawn of her shift. Flesh for which she had no words, the secret place at the junction of her thighs, heated, tightened, moistened.
She shifted on his lap, opening her legs and leaning forward a trifle, and that sensitive, secret spot rubbed against his leg, bringing a charge of pleasure she hadn’t known before. She hid her gasp behind her fan.
He smiled at her, his eyes knowing… Did he understand how powerfully he affected her?
This was wrong, wrong. She had to stop.
“Your eyes are warm chocolate on a chilly day.” His voice was as soft as the breeze, as soft as his caress down her cheek to her mouth, which he traced. “Your lips are a temptation that I cannae resist.”
“You presume much, sir.”
“Aye, I do, but I feel I know your heart.”
If he knew her heart, then he knew it beat faster than a racing stallion’s hooves.
He inclined his head toward her. His lips were carved marble in the moon’s silver rays. “Ye desire me, do ye not?”
“Desire isn’t enough.” She’d desired William, and her marriage bed had been either empty of her husband or the scene of brief trysts devoid of pleasure. She wouldn’t be seduced by a handsome stranger. What for?
“Please.” He asked, but then he took. His mouth felt cool on hers but with a touch of fire beneath. That fire raced through her, igniting parts of her she hadn’t known could feel such heat, such rapture. She gasped again from sheer surprise, and something intruded between her lips… Before heaven, was that his tongue? 

No, Lydia thought. This isn’t me.

She reached for his wrist to slide her fingers toward his elbow. She wrapped her hand around his arm and dug her thumb into the muscle just in front of the joint.
He yelped and jerked away, dumping her off his lap. She landed gracefully, stood and stepped back a pace.
“Good,” she said. “I must have hit just the right spot.”
His eyes were amazed. “Where did a lady like ye learn such a trick?”
“My brother taught me.” She couldn’t help shooting him a triumphant smile as she tucked her fan into her reticule.
He shouted with laughter. “Ye’ll do, yes, ye will! Ye’ll make a fine wife.”
“I beg your pardon?” she said stiffly.
He grinned at her. “I’m Kieran.”
She gaped at him.
“Kieran Kilborn,” he added helpfully. “The man ye’ll marry.”
*****
There's more, of course...a lot more! If you like what you read, buy it here in digital: http://www.ellorascave.com/temptation-in-tartan.html
*****



About the author:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms Total-E-Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.


find Suzie’s books here:


http://www.tinyurl.com/SuzDeMello (publisher’s site)






Tuesday, September 23, 2014

Caption This!





"Cinching Corset in BDSM" by John Willie, pseudonym for John Alexander Scott Coutts - "Bizarre" magazine. Licensed under Public domain via Wikimedia Commons - http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File:Cinching_Corset_in_BDSM.jpg#mediaviewer/File:Cinching_Corset_in_BDSM.jpg

Leave your captions in the comments along with your email addy. You never know when I might pick a winner from the captions!

Sunday, September 21, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - Week Three


It's time for the funny quotes of the week. It's been a nail-biter week and I need some funny stuff. Here are the Honorable Mentions. 

"Snap came back a little firm."
Yeah, but they like a firm snap. Feels good.

"tremendous effort to get penetration."
If you have to work that hard, then you really must want it. 

"tremendous deep threat."
Lots of tremendous. Hee hee.
Did you at least CAST this thing? I want to see it and possibly honor it for posterity.

"works the line."
Well, yes. Sounds like a lot of fun.

I'm watching now my third football game of the day. Yep. Third. I do need more than one game to find the quotes to bring to you. Since we just had fun with the Honorable Mentions, here are the Quotes of the Week!

"Three wide receivers set."
They have a plan. Nice!

"Gonna be all over the formation."
The receivers are set and now they've got a formation. This is planning. :-)

"The extended guy in the formation."
Now an extended guy...very nice. This has got to be a set list for the show. Gotta be. 

"exposes that fifth or sixth guy."
For what reason? Was he bad? Punishment? Fetish? Details, please.

"a 60 man guy."
Hot damn. He gets around. Bet he's been rode very hard and put away wet a lot.

"drop right on the top."
A puppy pile! Fun!

"If the guy knifes inside, don't let him get away."
Yeah, because knifing inside must really hurt.

And now for that Doozy of the Week: 
"He'd fill that big gap with something open."
Now, now. Be nice. Don't just call her something open. Dignity. We work with dignity here.


FACTOID!
No crown of the helmet hits!
If you do, you get into a lot of trouble. Flags all over the place. Plus it's not good for either player. Someone will get hurt.

The Bengals won 33-7 over the Titans. I'm thrilled. 3-0 for the season, so far. Not too shabby. I'm loving doing these quotes and hope you are loving reading them. 

'Til next week....Gooooooo Bengals!!!!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Friday, September 19, 2014

Wicked Takeover by Tina Donahue ~ Out Now!


WICKED TAKEOVER

by Tina Donahue


She’s just inherited a tattoo parlor…and the hunk who comes with it.

Lauren’s in a helluva mess. Not only has she lost her corporate job, her long-absent father just left her a struggling tattoo parlor along with the virile dude who runs it. Dante’s sinfully hot with a killer smile and inked biceps. Lauren’s full-figured, sorta pretty and wanting him badly. Dream on. She’s here to sell the place as quickly as possible for some much-needed cash.
Dante sees the heat in Lauren’s eyes despite her conservative appearance. He recognizes the dynamite woman she could be if she’d just loosen up and have some wicked fun. Dominance and submission. Making love in a public place. Having her lush body always accessible to and ready for his.
Carnal games that seduce them until lust turns to surprising need and friendship to something deeper that might just change their futures.

Buy Links:

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EC: http://www.ellorascave.com/wicked-takeover.html


Available September 19

Excerpt:

Growling, Dante not only participated, he fucking claimed her, slipping his arm around her waist, holding her tight enough that Lauren knew she wasn’t going anywhere.
Oh hell yeah. She moaned wantonly. He delivered more pleasure, his tongue pushing hers aside so his could fill her mouth. The scent of coffee lingered on his breath. His skin smelled clean and musky. Lauren sagged into him.
He got all protective and possessive, tensing his arm to support her weight. With his free hand, Dante cupped her boob, his passion matching hers. There wasn’t a bit of hesitation or tenderness, only pure hungry male as he squeezed the soft swell of her breast then thumbed her nipple, making the tip so tight it hurt. The ache felt good. Needed. Lauren opened her mouth even more, her tongue dancing with his. She ground her pussy against his cock. 
They made hungry, shameless sounds that fueled their desire, their kiss going from out of control to beyond anything Lauren had experienced with another man. She dragged her fingers over his shoulders, down his biceps then around to his back, greedy to touch as much of him as she could. Dante was the same, his hands roaming everywhere, not content to settle on one part of her.
Finally, he pulled his mouth free and lifted his face to the ceiling. His chest pressed against Lauren’s as he gulped air.
She stared at his Adam’s apple, transfixed at the way it bobbed with his hard swallow. The shadow of beard on his throat was hotter than sin. Lauren licked those short dark hairs and suckled his neck.
A lewd noise rumbled from Dante, mingling with the music. The Spanish guitars were gone, replaced with a sultry Cuban beat that spoke of tropical nights, fevered kisses and balmy air scented with sex.
Lauren’s ears buzzed. She pressed closer.
Dante whispered something in Spanish that she didn’t understand. Didn’t matter. His actions spoke volumes.
He cupped her ass and pulled her into his rock-hard cock that surely demanded a soft, heated pussy. The ends of his hair brushed her neck as he trailed kisses from her cheek to her temple then to her ear. After licking her lobe, he snuggled his tongue inside.
A shock of desire tore so ruthlessly through Lauren she wilted against Dante, wanting every intimate and carnal act that he’d be willing to share with her.
For now, he concentrated on her throat, suckling it. Ohhhh. Bursts of heat and crazy good sensations had her gasping in pleasure. Gripping his tee, she twisted the stretchy fabric in her fists, wanting to tear it from him.
Dante pressed his mouth to her ear and whispered, “You all right?”
Too lost in the moment to speak, Lauren nodded.
“Good.” Far more swiftly than she would have imagined, he pulled her away from the wall and slung her over his shoulder.
Lauren yelped and gripped his ass for support. His solid muscles flexed beneath her fingers. She let out a crude, wanting moan.
Despite her weight, Dante strode down the hall easily, heading toward the backroom. Visions of melting Dove bars filled Lauren’s brain. She murmured, “What are you doing?”
“Nothing.” He ran his hand over her ass, his thumb on her cleft. “Yet.”
Her pussy got even wetter. She dropped her head and bit her lip at the sweet scent of his tee and the fragrance of pure man beneath.
His steps slowed when he’d reached his workstation. He carried her inside and kicked the door closed. The sharp sound of metal hitting metal told her he’d locked it. With that finished, he set Lauren on her feet.
Unsteady, she staggered back. Dante gripped her wrist to keep her from falling.
She stared at him. He stared at her. This was really happening. The thought was so welcome and outrageous the room lurched.
Dizzy, Lauren lowered her face.
Dante stroked her wrist. “You’re sure you’re okay.”
She’d never be that way again, not after knowing him. Thankfully, she’d have some dynamite memories once this was over, which it would be. Lying, Lauren nodded.
Dante released her wrist.
She felt the loss of his touch and heat immediately, wanting it back. Lifting her chin, Lauren spoke in the firmest voice she could muster. “I’m ready for anything.”
Bring. It. On.
“Oh yeah?” His smile turned wolfish. “Get naked.”



BIO:

Tina Donahue is an award-winning, bestselling novelist in erotic, paranormal, contemporary and historical romance for Samhain Publishing, Ellora’s Cave, Siren Publishing, and Kensington. Booklist, Publisher’s Weekly, Romantic Times and numerous online sites have praised her work. Three of her erotic romances (Adored, Lush Velvet Nights, and Deep, Dark, Delicious) were named finalists in the 2011 EPIC competition. The French review site, Blue Moon reviews, chose her erotic romance Sensual Stranger as their Book of the Year 2010 (erotic category). The Golden Nib Award at Miz Love Loves Books was created specifically for Lush Velvet Nights, and two of her titles (The Yearning and Deep, Dark, Delicious) received an Award of Merit in the RWA Holt Medallion competition (2011 and 2012). Take Me Away and Adored both won second place in the NEC RWA contest (different years). Tina is featured in the 2012 Novel & Short Story Writer’s Market. She was the editor of an award–winning Midwestern newspaper and worked in Story Direction for a Hollywood production company.



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Sunday, September 14, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - Week Two


It's week two already. Whew! The games this week have had some great moments, some messy ones and some great quotes!!! Absolutely. But before we get to this week's quotes, let's get to the Honorable Mentions!

"Nice slant."
When she bends over like that, it is a nice view.

"Stunt inside here."
Is this a nickname?

"Both going down on the same play."
Sounds like play by play for dating.

"A nice pair to draw to."
Someone's talking about a lady's chest. Or a guy's balls.

"Incredibly mobile."
She does get around.

Snicker. I've gotten a little dirtier this time around, but to be fair...they were dirty this week, too. Here are the quotes of the week!

"One guy trying to get him just doesn't work."
Yes, he gets into multiples.

"Come around and come around."
Okay, we got the point...twice.

"Riding it out."
And she loved every minute of it.

"Pretty much straight up."
Now we're discussing positions.

"Isn't it nice to have a tight end like that?"
Yes, it is.

"A little looper."
Um...what did he DO with it?

"Dumped it right in behind him."
Snort. Pictures please?

And now for the Doozy of the Week...Yeah, they went there.

"These guys are brilliant pros."
Well, I'd certainly hope so. That's what they get paid the big bucks for. 



My Bengals won 24-10 against the Falcons. It was a hard-fought battle with a few injuries, but a win is a win. 2 and 0 looks pretty darn good.

Thanks for reading and stay turned for next week's quotes. :-)

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Wednesday, September 10, 2014

Caption This!

Week four brings us a statue. I love statuary. This one definitely has a story to tell. What do you think? Caption this!



"7 Athlet - Neues Palais Sanssouci Steffen Heilfort" by Steffenheilfort - Own work. Licensed under CC BY-SA 3.0 via Wikimedia Commons.


Leave your captions in the comments along with your email addy. You never know when I might pick a winner from the captions!

Monday, September 8, 2014

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback ~ Week One!


I kinda goofed up and thought preseason had one more week, but I was mistaken. The last of the preseason games came and went. This week marks the first week of the regular season, so now it gets important. The quotes also get even funnier. Grin.

Here are the Honorable Mentions from the last of the preseason games:

"Great ball handling."
And we can tell he loves that ball handling.

"Good synchronization."
All the tally whackers in a row at the same time!

"Been all rams in this game."
Head-butting has come into the picture...interesting.

"Can step up and just drill it."
As long as someone likes it, then it's all good. 

And now for those quotes of the week. Some of these are real rib-ticklers!

"A little explosion on the outside."
That means he came early and made a mess.

"Comes underneath."
Well, maybe it was easier to clean up...

"Nice to have a bigger back end in there."
Yes, smaller sometimes just doesn't do.

"Gotta hang in there and get it off."
Sometimes it takes a little longer to get it off. I tell you, it's worth the wait. 

"He is thick and strong."
Wow. Dog gone! Pictures, please?

"Big stud back."
Again, I say wow. I want to see this one!

It's time for the Doozy of the Week. I couldn't believe this one when I heard it and had to rewind about five times. Yep, I did.

"Big, gaping hole up the middle."
On the outset, it's not bad. There was a place up the middle of the field to run and gain yardage. In my slightly off-kilter mind, it was really pervy. I imagined this big hole charging up the middle and the players shouting, come back here hole! Come back!


New this week!!
The Factoid of the Week:

Ralph Wilson, co-founder of the NFL (National Football League) and the Buffalo Bills passed away in 2013.
1918-2013

The Bengals won this week, 23-16 and that's not shabby. Against the Ravens, too, which means a boost in the division. We've got a good chance this year, but we can't get too cocky. Goooooooo Bengals!!

Andy Dalton, #14, Quarterback for the Cincinnati Bengals
By Melissa Batson (Own work) [CC-BY-SA-3.0
 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0)], 
via Wikimedia Commons

Thursday, September 4, 2014

Release Blitz for Mustang Maddy by Kacey Hammell



Mustang Maddy
Revved & Ready Book 2
By Kacey Hammell
Contemporary Erotica
ISBN 9780987799326



Grey Burkhardt is an expert at a lot of things—including keeping his feelings for Madison Evans in check. Sexy as sin and sweet as honey, she's always revved his engine. But she's his next door neighbor. No way is he going to muck up friendly neighborhood relations just to satisfy the heat simmering between them.

Madison has never seen anything sexier than the tricked out GT Mustang Grey has been keeping under wraps—other than the glint of danger and intrigue in his eyes when he offers her a ride. Now is her chance to act on the deep passion she’s harbored for him because this might be her one shot at taking control.

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Excerpt ©Kacey Hammell, 2014: 
He cleared his throat and stepped closer. “You know, Mads, watching you fawn over my car, stroking her, makes me hot. I can hear every breath you take and sigh you release over her. It’s sexy as hell.”
She stood still as he moved in even closer, wedging her between him and the rear window. Thoughts of getting in the car fled as her heart raced. The hunger in his eyes called to her, her body craved it, wanted it.
She couldn’t deny herself any longer.
Leaning back against the car, she smirked. “I like appreciating great things. And to be honest, Mustangs turn me on. A lot.”
They said confession was good for the soul. Maddy was certain she’d just cleansed hers and there would be no going back.
Her palms flattened on the doors behind her. “The feel of the metal, and the pulse that emanates off the surface even when they’re not running…mmm. Everything in me comes alive whenever I see these muscled beauties.”
Grey lifted his arms, bracketing her in. “You’re one of the hottest chicks I know. No other woman has ever turned me on so much by talking about cars. You know, I’ve watched you—in a non-stalker way of course—for a long time now.”
Thrilled, Maddy’s heart skipped a beat. “What are you going to do with me now that I’m here?” What possessed her to ask, she had no idea, but the need and the desire in his gaze, aimed at her, called to all her sexual instincts. There was no way she could walk away now.
He aligned his body with hers, his eyes hooded as he gazed down at her. She surrendered to the headiness of this man, the pulsing rhythms of her body and waited with bated breath.
“I’m going to taste you...” Grey tilted his head to the side. All she could do was stare at his lips as they came closer. “...in any sexy spot you’ll let me.”
His mouth met hers. Maddy opened to him like a budding flower. Claimed. Possessed. Riotous emotions swirled through her and her mind cleared. This. This type of hunger and excitement she’d been missing with any other man was all she desired. Intense, seductive and thirst to let go and give into the headiest of sexuality.
He eased his tongue into her mouth, gliding along hers, exploring, tasting... Maddy never wanted to break free.
A low moan escaped the back of her throat. She encircled his shoulders, arms pulling him in to stand between her legs.
His hardness behind his shorts pressed against her. Gasping, she broke free from his mouth and laid her head back on the car. He kissed his way down her throat. Her pussy throbbed. Her juices flooded her panties. A shiver raced down her spine. Her fingers clenching against his pecs, Maddy trembled as the exquisite tortures of his lips worshipped her, and his hips rolled his cock against her. His teeth grazed her skin along her shoulders. She widened her stance. Grey moaned as he pushed into her, harder and more aggressive.
Laying his forehead on her shoulder, he breathed deep. “Damn you’re intoxicating.”
Maddy palmed the back of his head, holding him in place as his hips still moved and let sweet agony build. The friction of her panties and shorts against her clit were spectacular. But she needed more.