Monday, December 31, 2012

Monday Moans - Last of the Year!!


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Since it's the last of the year, I thought I'd share a story I love that I haven't talked about in a while. Somewhere I Belong. I'd love to find a Sully of my own. Grin. Enjoy this sexy snippet!



Get your copy here!

And now for that moan!!


“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.” 

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves. “You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”

He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.” 

Marley nibbled the inside of her cheek and toyed with the hem of her shirt. She cast her gaze downward. “My past isn’t rosy either. To use your words, I don’t know how to explain it.”

Sully smoothed his hand over her cheek, tilting her head to meet her gaze. “I’m here when you’re ready to talk.”

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Sunday Snoggin' with Play to Him


Here's my contribution to the Sunday Snogs!! I've been away the last week recharging and just plain taking a break. But fear not! I'm back! My snog comes from Play to Him. I love this story and hope you do, too! And it's on sale right now!



The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.  
Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.
Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.
Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.
She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?
Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Bound to the Billionaire anthology by Total-E-Bound


And now for that snog!!


One more item. If she liked it, he’d be willing to bet the item would become a bestseller. Sebastian had seen the particular apparatus used in one of the clubs he frequented. But his idea made the table better—padded enough to make her comfortable, but with a built-in motor, hinges and removable pieces enough to be a multi-tasker.

He led her across the room to a waist-high table. “Hop up.”

Rhiannon sat on the edge of the leather-covered table and scooted into place on her hands and knees. She spread her hands on the surface and opened her legs, resting her ankles on the stirrups. He fixed the straps around her legs, then clicked a second set of cuffs to the handcuffs on her wrists.

“Do you want to know just what this table will do?”

“Yes, Sir.” She opened her mouth and licked her lips.

“Good Kitten.” He pressed a button, lowering the table top. Her eyes widened, but she didn’t say anything. Sebastian smoothed her hair from her eyes, then stroked himself a couple of times. “Reach for me.”

Rhiannon inched forward as far as the restraints allowed and craned her neck. She flicked her tongue over the head of his cock.

“That’s a good girl.” He moved forward enough for her to engulf him in her sweet heat. She licked his balls then sucked one of his testicles into her mouth. Sensations of love and desire flowed through his veins. He drew a long breath and let it out slowly.

“Enough.” Sebastian withdrew, then shoved down his pants to where they pooled at his feet. He sat down on a chair before her and removed his socks. “You’ve pleased me,” he said, and unbuttoned his shirt, “but I think you need to wait a little longer.”

Saturday, December 22, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!!!


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Having a mate can be a pain. Having three…now that’s unheard of…

Gypsy volunteered to become a vampire, but she had no idea just what she’d agreed to do. As a human, she’d had her pick of willing males to warm her bed. As a creature of the night, she’s striking out.

Until she meets Kendall. He knows what she is and doesn’t care. He’s loved her since he met her, but he had no idea just how complicated her life truly was. Her protectors refuse to leave her side. But what if he wants them on his side, too?

Allan and Todd are mates, plain and simple. Gypsy is in their charge. Period. Until they start to see her not as a problem, but a sexy solution complete with an adorable human thrown in for fun.

Can they come together as a foursome or will they destroy everything they’ve built in the name of passion?

Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of mm sex, anal play, ménages of the mmf, mfm, and mmfm persuasions, as well as lots of biting and spanking. They’re having one hell of a party.


Available here in February!!

Friday, December 21, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


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I love these Five Sentence Days. Why? They're easy and they make me have to write to come up with something new for them. Grin. So what did I come up with? This!

“Want you stretched across my bed, open to me. Begging for me.” He threaded his hand into her hair and tugged. “Open for us.”

Kaia nodded and writhed on his dick. “Yes.”

Thursday, December 20, 2012

Football Quote of the Week!


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There are a lot this week. Check out Megan's blog for even more. :-) Here we go!!

"...Could be a bang, bang play..."

I hope someone's wearing protection then.

"...he fights for every single inch..."

At least he fights for it.

"...another hook-up on field..."

They should probably do that off field. Shrug.

I"m glad you enjoyed these! Come back next Thursday for more!!

Tuesday, December 18, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!!



I know you're as shocked as me. I've started writing more Wendi stuff again. It goes in fits and spurts. Sometimes Megan's characters hang out. Other times Wendi's play. Right now, Wendi's are playing. Grin. Enjoy these ten lines from the WIP!

Kaia sighed. “Would be nice to date a guy who wasn’t a controlling asshole or freaked out by what I did for a living. Talk to you when my set is done.” She strode up the steps and into the small circle. Seven windows surrounded her. She turned the chair around, then hooked one leg over the curved back. Head down, she waited for the spotlight to center on her and the music to blast.

“Time to be sexy.” Kaia flipped her hair over her shoulder and kicked her leg out high to the music, giving the clients a generous view of her thong panties. By one thirty in the morning, most of the clients just wanted to see boobs and bare ass. They didn’t give a shit if the music repeated or the light got stuck. If she showed skin, they paid up.

Monday, December 17, 2012

Visual Monday Moans


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Since I just started a shifter story, here's a nice man and lion sculpture. And yes, this is a fun story to start. :-) Can't wait to see where it goes! Enjoy!!

Sunday, December 16, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ Believe!





This week for my snog, I thought I'd spotlight a book by my pen name, Megan Slayer. Believe features characters I fell in love with long ago and hope you'll love, too. Don't forget to check out the rest of the snogs and do leave a comment. Thanks for reading!

Believe by Megan Slayer

Raylan believed himself unworthy of love until he met Chase. Chase brought out Raylan’s natural need to control and the power to force submission. But time and distance make having a relationship hard. Can Raylan prove to Chase they have what it takes for love to last through this Christmas and every other Christmas for the rest of their lives?

Chase found the muse for his songs in Raylan. Each time they touch, kiss, make love, music fills his soul. But working odd gigs to make ends meet while Raylan photographs rock and roll royalty isn’t beneficial to Chase’s creativity. Can he convince Raylan they’re better off together than apart?

Contains: M/M, LBGT, BDSM, Fetish, anal sex


Available here!

And now for that snog under the mistletoe!

Chase folded his arms. The tree wasn’t exactly full or decorated very well. A professional would more than likely faint if they saw the crinkled limbs and snarled needles on the second-hand tree. The sad strand of twinkle lights engulfed the two-foot fake pine. The star caused the tree to bow to the right, and the two ornaments didn’t fit on the miniscule branches. Adding candy canes would probably send it the rest of the way over. He cocked his head. “Raylan?”

Raylan eased up behind him, wrapping his arms around Chase and nudging Chase’s ass with his cock. “It’s cute. Not quite what’s expected and a little lopsided, but who needs stale perfection when originality is so much better? I love it. Besides, our originality could be the next big thing in holiday décor. You never know.”

“I don’t know if I want to share.” Chase rested his head on Raylan’s shoulder. “I’ve missed you.”

“Mmm,” Raylan murmured and licked a path of fire along Chase’s neck. “I couldn’t wait to get home. Christmas isn’t any fun alone.”

Groaning, Chase ground his ass into Raylan’s erection. His loins ached. He needed to feel Raylan’s tenderly tough touch. As punishment? Not in the truest sense. He needed to feel wanted and sexy. He turned around in Raylan’s embrace and worked the row of buttons bisecting Raylan’s dress shirt.

“Let me take care of you.” Chase sank to his knees and stared up at Raylan. “Let me remind you what’s here at home.” Chase folded his hands behind his back, waiting for Raylan’s permission to take the initiative. When he felt the touch of a warm hand on his head, Chase took a deep breath, drawing in Raylan’s scent as he kissed Raylan’s cock through his jeans. The motion felt dirty and out of his element and completely sexy.

“Merry Christmas to me,” he groaned and flicked his tongue over the blunt end of Raylan’s prick.

“Oh Chase.” Raylan forked his fingers into Chase’s short hair, tugging the strands. He moaned, and his hips bucked. Almost as soon as the action started, Raylan stopped.

“Stop.”

Chase froze. Stop? Huh? He didn’t look up at Raylan, rather he stared at Raylan’s jean-clad cock. A shiver cut right through him. Something…something wasn’t right. Raylan tugged Chase’s head back gently and forced Chase to look him in the eye. The pregnant pause as Raylan considered Chase took the breath from Chase’s chest. Fire flickered in Raylan’s eyes.

“Naked. Now.”

Stunned by the terse directive, Chase stood and fumbled out of his jeans. He tripped as the denim tangled around his feet. When he stumbled forward, Raylan caught him under the arms.

“I wanted you naked, not coming apart at the seams.” Raylan chuckled. “Take your time, but do this right. I want you properly naked so we can celebrate the holidays in style.”

~ ~

Saturday, December 15, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!


romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo




The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.

Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Reader Advisory: This story has been previously released as part of the Bound to the Billionaire anthology by Total-E-Bound


Available here!

Thursday, December 13, 2012

Candy Cane Kink!



Christmas is a kinky time of year. The lights are great for setting the mood. Candles make the room festive and cozy. Then there are the fires in the fireplaces. Yay! Snuggling under a blanket and showing the one you love just how much you love them. Love it. Oh, and then there's the hinky stuff under the tree. Sneaky Santa brings bad boys and girls some of the best things. Handcuffs, floggers, toys...oh boy!



I'll share a little of my Christmas flash fiction with you and at the end of the post there's a prize. Keep reading!

How to give the man the perfect gift?

Jessica adjusted the bow between her breasts. Nick should arrive at any moment. She smoothed the straps over her shoulders. The marabou at her hips tickled her sensitive skin. Running her fingers over the slippery skirt, she danced to a song only she could hear as she peered at her reflection in the mirror. Her nipples puckered in the chilly air. She bit her bottom lip.

What if he walked in? Jessica glanced at the door. Silence filled the air. Hmmm. She rubbed her thighs together. Just a touch. Wouldn’t hurt anything. Might even take the edge off. She sat down in the overstuffed rocker and her legs fell open. The spicy scent of her arousal filled the air. Her damp panties clung to the slick skin.

Everyone spent time on the Naughty List.

She snorted. It wasn’t like she’d never touched herself. But to have him walk in? Talk about happy accidents. She grabbed the remote next to the chair and clicked on music. Holly jolly Christmas tunes blared from the three foot speakers. She scrunched her nose and adjusted the sound. Flicking through the discs, she debated her choices. Definitely something...throbbing. Lots of bass. The first strains of a deep guitar lick started and she nodded.

The remote slipped from her fingers as she eased back in the chair. Her eyelids drooped. He might not be home yet, but damn if she’d waste the moment. She untied the chemise with one hand and placed her other hand at the thin band of her panties.

Thumps on the rooftop signaled his arrival. Always the showman. She snickered and caressed her mound. People saw Nick and projected their vision of the jolly old elf. No one really knew the dashing sleigh driver never aged past thirty-two. His hair wasn’t white and his belly certainly didn’t jiggle.

Ah, the wonders of fantasy and projection. She moaned and tugged the skimpy satin aside, plunging two fingers into her silky depths. Nick embodied the wonders of the season and the best of human nature. Her nipples pebbled as footfalls echoed in the hallway. Far from a saint, he made her holiday wishes come true over and over. Didn’t hurt he knew quite a bit of magic. And the magic he did with her body.

She closed her eyes and licked her lips, imaging Nick wasn’t in the other room conferring with the elves but rather in the bedroom with her, making her Christmas wishes come true. She gasped and bucked her hips, fucking her fingers.

“Nick,” she murmured and plucked her nipple. “Oh!”

Voices from the other room broke into her sensual fog. She stilled. Oh shit. Having the elves hear her wasn’t on the agenda. She brushed an errant lock of hair from her eyes and strained to listen for him.

The refrigerator door thunked shut and glass clinked in the other room. His milk and cookies. How man could sustain himself on confections never ceased to amaze her. Instead of standing before the fire as she’d planned, Jessica placed the satin back over pussy and hooked her leg over the arm of the chair.

The door opened and electricity zinged through her veins.

“My love, you waited up.” Nick strode into their bedroom, his coat dusted with snow. He slid the hat off his head. Amber and jade sparkled in his eyes as a grin kinked his mouth. “For me?”

She swallowed past the lump in her throat. Love and lust crashed within her body. “This is our night. I’ll always wait for you.”


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Football Quote of the Week!


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This week, in addition to the regular quotes, I've got a visual funny. I'm leaving it up for one day, so if you don't see it today, you won't see it. Enjoy the funnies (and apologies if you're a Jets fan. I've been a Bengals fan for years, so I know heartbreak)



Yep, there was a face plant in there. Oops!

Bad decision by Quinn to finish with 2 guys waiting...
Um, yeah, that sounds bad. Hopefully it turned out okay!

Just got lucky with Brandon Weeden...

I hope for his sake, they were talking about his wife.

Thanks for reading!!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



Like chocolate? Love Romance? Then this week's ten lines will be your undoing. Yes, Ten lines from my chocolate inspired short story. Enjoy!

“No, don’t do that. Breathe,” he said. “You’re too concave otherwise. Dumont wants healthy looking models. Not real sure why he insisted on you.” The camera man jumped behind the camera and clicked more images.

“I don’t question your pictures, don’t question my choices.” Simon leaned over the camera man. “I want a gold chain in that shot, though. Make the chocolates look more elegant and up the decadence quotient.” He rounded the camera and removed the thick gold chain from his neck. “Like this.”

Elysa met Simon’s gaze as he draped the expensive jewellery over her belly. Her heart ached. Of the men she’d dated, he’d been the only one to show her true kindness.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Monday Moans with a Picture!

I decided to switch gears a little this week. It's the holidays and everyone is getting a teensy stressed (stressed? there's no stinking stress around here!). Anyway, so for the moan, I found this picture on WikiCommons and thought, this totally lends to a story. Not sure how just yet, but yanno, it does. I'll have to corner Kealie and see what she says. Anyway, enjoy the sinfully hot pic!


By Marc from San Jose, CA, United States (Hotter Boy Bartender Assistant) [CC-BY-SA-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons

Sunday, December 9, 2012

Sunday Snog with All I Want for Christmas!



I love the Sunday Snogs, but since I didn't have a published Christmas story other than this bit of white hot flash fiction, I thought I'd share it instead. I do hope you enjoy this interpretation of Mr and Mrs Claus. Grin!



“Reindeer got your tongue?”

Her action jolted him into action. Nodding, Nick crossed the space to her and wrapped her in his arms. Jessica squealed.

“I caught you in the act,” he murmured against her neck. Her vanilla scent curled around him as he nuzzled the delicate skin. “I like it.” He palmed her ass, adding quick swats to accentuate his words. “You’ve made the naughty list, my love.”

“Not yet.” She disengaged from his arms and stepped back two feet. Taking a ribbon of silk in each hand, she tugged open the bow between her breasts. The diaphanous material skimmed down her shoulders and pooled at her feet, leaving her in the tiny thong.

Nick rubbed his cock. “Come here.” The logs on the fire crackled. Heat engulfed the room, but nothing like the flames of desire licking his body from within.

“For my present?” Jessica bridged the gap and dropped to her knees. She stared up at him with wide eyes as her fingers worked the zipper on his now snug pants.

“Jessica.” He groaned as she reached into his trousers and removed his cock. Nick thrust his fingers into her hair when she nuzzled the engorged flesh. “Take me in your mouth, love.”

She hooked her fingers into the waistband of his pants.

“No love. Like this.” He released her hair and stilled her movements. “You look beautiful on your knees.”

Jessica cupped his balls as she kissed the crown of his dick, lapping the come from the tip. She encased him in her mouth and hummed, the vibration going straight from his penis to deep in his belly. Love and lust flooded his body and tightened in his balls. His head lolled on his shoulders. Her tongue curled around the tip of his cock, swathing him in her liquid heat.

“Jess.” He pistoned his hips, fucking her mouth and teetering on the edge of oblivion. He swayed on his feet. “Too much, sweets, but damn it feels good.”



Don't forget to check out the other blogs for their Sunday Snogs!!

Thursday, December 6, 2012

Blissemas and Flash Fiction!



For my day of Blissemas, I thought I'd share a fun piece of sexy flash fiction. I love giving the Blissemas girl a story and this years scorches! Enjoy! Oh, and don't forget to comment. If you do, you're entered in the hat for the Kindle!!

Now about that flash fiction...



Nixie Claus sat in Nick’s chair. Soon he’d be home. She crossed her legs, then re-crossed them and admired her boots. Santa had been good to her that year.
Footsteps clomped on the floor and a shaft of light stretched across the floor. “Nix?” The steps grew louder and the light disappeared. “Honey?”
Nick strode through his office door. Snow tumbled to his feet and his hat slid from his head. He dropped the thick red bag and shrugged out of his coat.
“You’ll never believe the night I had.” He shook his head, his salt and pepper colored hair fluffed from the hat. “Three dog bites, a thousand cookies offered, two bottles of aspirin and fourteen hundred kids who waited up for me.”
Nixie propped her boot-clad feet on the desk. “I see.”
“Don’t they know not to wait up?” Nick finally looked at her. His lips parted a fraction of an inch and he gasped. “Please tell me you’ve waited up for Santa with a present.”
“Oh, I did.” She stroked the length of his desktop with her gloved fingers. “But Santa never told me which list I made. Last I knew I was on the perpetual naughty list.” She stood and finger combed her hair, then sauntered across the room to where he stood. “Santa, Baby?”
He palmed her bare bottom and groaned. “Need to get out of this suit.”
“Me?” She stepped backwards and wriggled her ass. “I’m not wearing a suit.”
“And I love it.” He threaded his fingers with hers and led her to the desk. “I believe you asked for a Smutty Christmas. One with sex on my desk, sex under the tree and sex in the moonlight.” He turned on the Christmas tree lamp, bathing his desktop in colored lights. Moonlight streamed in through the window behind the desk. “Will this do?”
He shucked his pants and boxers, leaving himself naked, save for his boots. “Now we match.”
“Uh-huh.” Nixie took over and eased Nick onto the desk top. With both hands, she stroked his burgeoning erection, then licked the blunt head of his cock.
“Dasher, Dancer, Prancer and Vixen, you are good.” He drew in a long breath and rocked his hips, fucking her fingers. “Don’t tease me, Sweets. Climb on for a ride.”
She cocked her brow, then crawled onto his lap. Nick smoothed his hands up her sides to her breasts and pinched. The white hot jolt of pleasure-pain ricocheted to her core. She bit down hard on her bottom lip and leaned into his grasp.
“Nice.” He sat up enough to scoot back farther on the desk, then met her for a kiss. “Ride me,” he commanded between kisses.
Nixie balanced on her knees and sank down on his erection. They’d made love that morning, but nothing felt as good as Christmas morning sex. She rocked back and forth on his cock, stroking herself from within on him.
“Oh yeah.” Nick clutched her hips and drove up into her, his dick rubbing every sensitive spot in her pussy.  “This won’t last, love.”
“Don’t want it to.” She trailed her fingernails down his chest. “So close.”
“Come with me, babe.” Nick filled her womb with seed and groaned.
Nixie embraced the climax and shuddered. From her head to her toes, warmth enveloped her. She settled on his chest and snuggled. “Best yet.”
“Yep.” Nick didn’t say anything else for a long moment, just stroked her back and held her close. “You knowthe only way to make this absolutely perfect, would be having the fire place on.”
“And you dropped your coat by the door.” Nixie curled tighter against him. “Merry Christmas Santa. Did you get what you wanted?”
“I’ve got you. Best present ever. Merry Christmas love.”

 ~~~~~
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One More Night of Decadence!





To celebrate the give a reader contest for Decadent Publishing, I thought I'd share something from my story, One More Night. Leave a comment on the post and do the rafflecopter at the bottom to be entered to win a Nook filled with Decadent books, including mine! Click here to keep hopping once you read the post! NOTE: The Nook is available only to US residents, but the books we can email anywhere, so DO enter.

Here's a picture that goes along with my story, One More Night.



You might be wondering what Christmas lights have to do with an erotic romance, especially one that takes place at an airport. Well, lots.

DH was a pilot at a small airport when we started dating. I remember going to the airport to fly for dates. Granted we didn't go too far, but we had a good time and he got practice. For our dates otherwise, we'd hang out in our dorm rooms. Yep, we met in college. And one of the things I remember was his penchant for decorating with Christmas lights. So when the couple has their date, courtesy of Madame Eve, there had to be Christmas lights.

Now, if you're in a relationship, what are some of the little things that makes you think of your partner? If you're not, that's okay. What are little things you like done for you? Let me know in the comments. Each comment gets you entered to win the reader!

And for your viewing pleasure, here's a great video, courtesy of JoAnne Kenrick

And since I have your attention, here's a little bit about One More Night.

One More Night

A 1Night Stand Story

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM

Heat level: 4

Word count – 12k

Cover art by Mina Carter

Available here!

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Wednesday, December 5, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


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There was a bevy of quotes this week and I have to share them. I think you'll like them, too. I'm telling you, out of context... these can be brutal. Enjoy!

"Squeezed it in there in the tight end hole, but it worked..."

I hope both parties enjoyed it.

"Looked wide right, then stuffed it up the middle..."

At least he had options.

"A good move by a veteran running back and he sticks it in..."

Well, he got where he was going.

Want more football funnies? Click the Football Quote of the Week tag for past posts and stay tuned on Thursdays for the remainder of the football season for more!

Thanks for reading!

Tuesday, December 4, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



How about ten lines from an oldie, but a goodie? Yeah! Ten lines from Must Be Doing Something Right. Want a copy? Get yours here!


And now for those ten lines!

“Sex under a streetlight is risky. You never know who’s watching.” He propped his chin on the top of her head. “Not that I know about such childish behaviour.”

“Uh-huh.” She snorted. “And I’m a twenty-seven-year-old virgin.”

“Then I guess we both have secrets to hide.” As he rubbed his cheek over her hair, he chuckled. “How do you feel about this? I think it’s pretty good material for your next short story.”

Her heart pounded behind her ribs. ‘This’, meaning her ex and another woman having sex, or ‘this’, meaning her reaction to Nate being close, yet so out of bounds?

“Seeing Byron screwing around with someone else doesn’t bother me. Hell, that’s how I found him the day we split.” Smoothing her left hand over their intertwined fingers, she caressed his knuckles. “I can probably turn this into something, but…” she trailed off, afraid to say more.

Monday, December 3, 2012

Monday Moan ~ Miss Me Baby


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I forgot to post the Sunday Snog yesterday, so today I'm bringing back the Monday Moans. This one is from Miss Me Baby!



Say you’ll haunt me, since I’ll never stop loving you.

Felicity Black never quite understood love. She worked her assets to get what she wanted and didn’t care who got in the way. Until she met John. He saw past her superficial self to the woman inside. Death separated her from John before she could tell him how she truly felt. Now she’s got her chance...just not in the way she expected.

John wanted Felicity to haunt him. She had been the only woman to stir not only his heart but his soul as well. But the woman claiming to be his lost love can’t be her... Felicity was dead. He has to decide whether to trust his gut or walk away from a new start.

Can a second chance at a first impression lead to love or a lifetime of heartbreak?

Reader Advisory: This story contains an out-of-body experience, voyeurism, spanking, rough sex, masturbation, and a chance for love to strike twice.

Number of pages 58
Genre Paranormal/ Contemporary
Book Length Novella
Erotic Rating Total-e-burning
Sexometer 2
eBook Format ePub/HTML/PDF/Mobipocket(prc)
Send direct to Kindle? Yes
Cover art by Posh Gosh
ISBN# 978-1-78184-104-4
Available here!

And now for that moan!

She smoothed both hands up his chest and leant back in his arms. Felicity arched back over his forearms, giving him a delicious view of her breasts. She grabbed his shirt and slid up his body. “You should be naked. I want you.”

Hell, yeah. John untangled himself from her and ripped his shirt up over his head. He snorted. Getting naked in a dream always went so much smoother than in real life. He tossed the shirt out of sight and scooped her back into his arms.

“You’re wearing too much now, Sweets.”

Felicity snapped her fingers. The thin tank and jeans she’d been wearing disappeared, leaving her in nothing but a thong. “You were saying?”

John yanked her tight against him and raked his nails down her chest. Felicity shivered and leaned into his touch. She moved his palm to her breast.

“Pinch it.”

John rolled her nipple between his index finger and thumb. Felicity moaned and caressed the bulge in his pants. She rolled her hips and shifted her damp pussy over his thigh. “John, fuck me.” She clenched her teeth and tilted her head back. “So good. Harder. Mark me. Fuck.”

Holy hell. If she kept up grinding on him and talking dirty, he’d come in his pants. He glanced around the space they were in. Four walls and a bed. Perfect…if he had any idea where the room was located. He mentally shrugged and walked to the bed with her in his arms.

“Lay down.”

Felicity gave him a sideways smile and dipped her head once as she sat down on the edge of the mattress. John grabbed the thin band of elastic on her thong and pulled. The flimsy fabric gave way, leaving her bare. Felicity cupped her breasts and opened her legs.

“Beautiful.”

Saturday, December 1, 2012

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Friday, November 30, 2012

Five Sentence Friday!


tradigi / 123RF Stock Photo

The idea behind Five Sentence Friday is to give the reader a taste of the author's work. This is my latest work in progress and a favorite. Oh, what am I kidding? They are all favorites. Enjoy!!!

“I told you not to huff the art materials.”
“Shut up. I had to deal with Dennis.”
“Ignore him. His tightie whities are two sizes too small.”
“You do realize he’s my brother-in-law.”
“I’m sorry for your family’s luck.”
“Cute.”

Thursday, November 29, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

I have four this week. Gotta love when the announcers get creative. I hope you enjoy these as much as I do.

"A Lot of tight ends on display..."

Yes, yes there are.

"Short shaft position and piston it in..."

Well, if there's a short shaft, then pistoning sounds like the best option.

"Tight end released inside..."

Bet that got messy.

"Sack fumbles..."

I never know those things fell off. Guess I was wrong. Or could it be that someone got clumsy? Hmm...

Tune in next week for more or click the football quote of the week tag for past posts. Enjoy!

Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday!



The goal is to finish this story by the end of the year. I promise. It's the goal! Read on and enjoy!

“Case, I’m telling you...” Instead of Graig, Adam Pallas took up the door way. “Adam. I’m sorry.”

“You look like someone took away your birthday.” Adam stalked towards her in three strides. “Case got under your skin?”

“I was just thinking,” she lied.

“I’ve got it.” His whole demeanor changed. A sparkle lit his eyes and the same old boyish grin spread across his lips. “You’re finally going on that date I’ve been asking you for since I started here.”

“Adam.”

“And that’s another no.” His shoulders sank, but the glimmer in his eye didn’t. “Three years. You’ve got a streak going.” He winked. “See you in the cafeteria.”

Monday, November 26, 2012

Fantastic Review For One More Night

Got a fantastic review for One More Night and I can't wait to share it with you!



"This story was such a sincere and understanding reality of how our insecurities from the past can be worked out when there is communication in a relationship. Whether it is about personal issues with your family up bringing baggage or your sexual appetites, there is nothing that love can’t fix especially when love connects you with your soul mate – after all, love does conquer all.

Jenna and Drake's erotic passion burns the pages up, the erotic foreplay, spankings, one on one love making and anal action had me spellbound. The tenderness and understanding Drake gave Jenna after getting everything out in the open left me craving for more of their on going future. I look forward to reading more of Wendi Zwaduk’s work."

Read the full review here!

Queentutt's World of Escapism

Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Want a copy of your own? Go here!

Sunday, November 25, 2012

Sunday Snog with Play to Him!



I love writing short stories full of heat. You sort of figured that out by looking at my back list, right? Well, this one is packed with heat. PACKED. I loved writing it and playing with the characters. If you read Savin' Me from the Treble anthology, then you might remember Rhiannon. Well, she gets her time in the spotlight and so much more. Enjoy the snog!

Play to Him

The key to her freedom is accepting his bonds.


Rhiannon Dubois set out to find her own path in life—with her music, her career and what she wants in the bedroom. No more giving in to get what she wants. She’s making her own rules.

Except with the billionaire playboy she can’t get out of her mind.

Sebastian Chastain knows Rhiannon better than she knows herself. Despite her best efforts to hide her need for submission behind her independent streak, she blossoms when she relinquishes control. He’s got the tools to jumpstart her career and he’s not stopping until she regains her spot in the limelight.

She puts herself in his masterful hands, but can he also convince her to offer her heart?

Available for preorder here!

And now for that Snog!

“I’ve missed you, Kitten.”

Emboldened, she sat up. “Are you asking me to play?”

“Not in so many words, but do you have something in mind?” He curled his fingers under her chin. “I don’t have the collar here with me.”

“Don’t need one right now.”

“Oh? And what do you have in mind?” He crooked one brow and a smile lit up his face.

“May I please you, Sir?” She slipped onto the floor between his knees and fixed her gaze on his. “I want to show my appreciation.”

“Go on.”

Rhiannon freed his burgeoning erection from his pants and boxer shorts. With one hand, she massaged his sac. She licked her lips and wrapped her other hand around his cock. Fluid leaked from the tip of his length.

“Hmm,” he groaned and threaded his fingers into her hair. He released her tresses from the clip she used to hold them back. “Taste me, Kitten. Take me in.”

She stared up at him from under her lashes and traced the underside of his dick with her tongue. Sebastian shivered and his grip on her hair tightened. He closed his eyes and tipped his head back.

Rhiannon took his cock deep in her mouth. She swallowed, caressing the head of his erection with the back of her throat.

“Oh God.” He rocked his hips, taking control of the sex act. Rhiannon grinned around his member and allowed him to do what he pleased. She fondled his balls, kneading them to increase his pleasure.

He drew in a long breath and let it out on a moan. “Jesus.”

Friday, November 23, 2012

Black Friday Hop with One More Night!

I thought for this Black Friday, I'd share a snippet from One More Night with you. Black Friday is always crazy for me, so why not sit back and enjoy? Cool.

One More Night $2.99

A 1Night Stand Story

Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.

When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.

Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Genre: Erotic romance, contemporary, BDSM

Heat level: 4
Word count – 12k

Cover art by Mina Carter

And now for that Excerpt!

“I spend more time here than my apartment. I should let the lease run out and move into the break room next door. I thought about putting in a trailer at the end of the parking lot, but I haven’t gotten around to it. I’m not much for modular housing.” “You don’t care where you live as long as the house is bolted to the ground. Is there a plot of land across the road? You could build a nice home there.”

“True.” He waved her into his office. “What do you think?”

The whole building screamed class—from the ebony-tiled floors to the chic black pin striping on the walls. She let go of his arm and clasped her hands together. Under the formalities of being an office, his space showed his originality. Models of famous aircraft dangled from the the ceiling. Framed images of his aircraft decorated the walls along with a smattering of awards, and an enormous map of the state. But no photos of people.

The cheesy Christmas lights encircling the window snagged her attention. When they’d dated, Drake always had a set of the tiny bulbs. He’d loved the way the lights filled the room with soft color. A sheet covered the desk, creating a fancy table complete with fried chicken and biscuits. Tears misted in her eyes. He’d done the same spread the night he popped the question—the night she ran away.

“You remembered.”

“Thought we’d get to eat dinner this time.” Drake closed the office door then crossed the room to his desk. When he sat down in his office chair, his face lost all color for a moment and his brow creased. “Long day.”

“Do you want to stick with that answer or come up with something new?” “I’ll stay in the holding pattern for a little longer.”

“Sure.” She tossed her shoes onto the carpet. The chicken smelled divine, but she wasn’t in the mood to eat. They had one night and by God, she was going to take all she could get. Answers could come later.

Jenna moved the chicken to the side and grabbed the cord to close the blinds. “Since this is supposed to be a one-night stand, why don’t we try a few things we never got around to doing? We’ve never played airline CEO and the naughty receptionist.”

For my giveaway, there's a copy of One More Night up for grabs. The prize is open to anyone (US and INT) who comments on the post, leaves their name and their email. Add more entries by liking my facebook pagefollowing me on twitter, and signing up for the newsletter.

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Thursday, November 22, 2012

Football Quote of the Week


Courtesy of: http://commons.wikimedia.org/wiki/File%3ADave_Zastudil_large.jpg

This one is a favorite...probably because it sounds so bad.

"...He didn't have much room there to shuck it in, but he made it work and work well..."

Good thing.

Tuesday, November 20, 2012

Ten Line Tuesday



Mindy, Arran and Sav haven't left me alone. Instead they give me bits and pieces of their story. It's a mess, but here's a bit they've let me in on. Enjoy!

"Mindy, wait." Garrison trotted to where she stood. "Don't do this."

"Do what?" She stepped backwards to move out of his reach.

"Don't build a wall between us. You're the closest thing I have to a best friend." He touched her cheek, rubbing his thumb over her skin. "I'd be lost without you."

"I'm married to two wonderful men." Instead of the warm, fuzzy feelings she got when Arran or Sav touched her, her stomach churned. She batted Garrison's hand away. "You knew that when we started working together. This--whatever you think it is, can't happen."

"Maybe that's why I'm devastated." The muscles in his jaw worked overtime. "I know what they have and can't seem to hold on to. I know and I'm the one on the outside looking in. Breaks my heart."

Bile rose in her throat. She'd gotten too close to him. Regardless of how Sav and Arran treated her, she took things too far and allowed Garrison to see the bitter part of her life. Well, shit.

Monday, November 19, 2012

Book Blast with Prioving Santa Exists!



When Jonathan transfers from the U.S to the Manchester branch of Computers Inc., Jenny is the first person to make him feel at home. Finding out about his bleak Christmases as a boy, she makes up her mind to involve him in all her English Christmas traditions.

Passion sparks between the two as they decorate the Christmas tree. Who would have thought such an innocent activity could become so sexually charged? Can Jenny succeed in seducing the hot American and also prove to him that Santa really does exist?

* Includes the Full Seasonal Recipes for meals & snacks mentioned in the story.

Amazon.co.uk
http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

Amazon.com
http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00A7FJ6WQ/ref=as_li_ss_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1634&creative=19450&creativeASIN=B00A7FJ6WQ&linkCode=as2&tag=sexy00-21

And this link on my website covers both links and has a blurb/excerpt for people too:
http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/blissemas-tales-proving-santa-exists


And now for a hot excerpt!

"How are you enjoying your Christmas so far?" I ask, the film credits fading into the background.

"It's been amazing," Jonathan enthuses as his eyes meet mine, then a serious shadow darkens their flame. "Christmas was never anything special when I was a kid. We never had a tree. The home said it cost too much and it was a fire hazard."

I tut and shake my head.

"The highlight was the Santa. We knew he wasn't real, just a man dressed as Santa. He'd bring each of us a toy. I got a little car one year. I still have it."

"How come you knew it wasn't the real Father Christmas?"

"Because we knew there was no real Santa. They told us so all the time. They told us not to get our hopes up because Santa didn't exist and wouldn't bring us what we wanted on Christmas Eve."

“What?" I'm outraged. I feel my blood boiling with the harsh cruelty of it. "Santa does exist."

"You don't believe that, do you?" He shakes his head, his eyes wide.

"Yes, yes I do." I nod my head emphatically. "Maybe not in the way a child does, but I heartily believe in the spirit of Father Christmas. I believe in the meaning behind the make-believe. My faith is in the giving, which is the true centre of the festive season—the heart of it all. It's all about making life better for other people and, through that, enhancing your own life. Santa definitely exists."

Suddenly, those lips are on mine again, and his arms wrap around me. I feel his cheek against my skin. I feel moisture there: the trail of a tear. I close my eyes and kiss back, giving. I give him the softest, gentlest kiss I can. I want him to feel cherished. My heart throbs in pain at the harshness he’s suffered in his life. I want to smooth over all those rough edges; I want him to see what I mean about Father Christmas existing.

I pull him closer to me. My arms wrap tighter around him, and I stroke his back to offer comfort. Our lips, in contrast, are joined lustfully. With every small move, I feel my heart beat harder and faster. I become dizzy with the speed at which the blood is whizzing around my body, making every inch of me zing with the created friction and heat. His body presses me back against the sofa arm, twisting my own beneath him.

His lips leave mine and kiss a fizzing trail of pleasure down my neck to my collar bone. His hands rise from their position on my hips to slide under my loose-fitting red jumper and up higher to cup my breasts. The shock of his cool hands through the thin, lacy gauze is deliciously arousing. I groan my appreciation as his fingers dig into the cups and ease out the masses of abundant tit-flesh beneath. Pushing the wool of my jumper up with the tops of his wrists, his lips leave the soft flesh at the hollow of my neck.

Moments later, after my jumper is completely removed, their warm wetness encompasses my nipple, sending even more intense ripples of pleasure throughout my body. I feel him shift until he's on his knees in front of me. One of my legs is still on the floor, the other is crossed in front of my pubis. I slip a hand between our bodies, running it under his shirt, feeling that soft, supple skin that I've only just glimpsed before. I follow the soft trail of hair down from his belly button to the top of his jeans. I feel more than hear the moan he emits from around my nipple as I pop open the brass button, then slide down the zipper.

I can't believe I am being so forward, but as he doesn't move to stop me, I yank his jeans and his boxers down to the middle of his thighs. My action emboldens him and he moves back, allowing me to spread my thighs around him. Jonathan strokes down to my legs and pulls up the full length of long, billowing skirt, his mouth still feasting on the white meat of my breasts. A hand of mine rubs through the wiry hair trailing down to his cock. When my flesh touches his, I melt. He's hard and hot and very willing.

And now a little about the author, Victoria Blisse!


Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and award winning erotica author. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, Smut by the Sea and Smut in the City.

She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy. She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories.Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.

Find out more at http://victoriablisse.co.uk or follow and friend Victoria: http://twitter.com/victoriablisse http://facebook.com/victoriablisse

Sunday, November 18, 2012

Sunday Snog ~ Somewhere I Belong!



This week for the Snog I thought I'd get one out of the vault...Somewhere I Belong! Love this story and yes, I am working through a sequel. Grin. Enjoy!

He never knew what he was missing until he came home to find his place to belong—with her.


Sullavan Tanner walked away from Jarvis, Ohio, afraid to give his heart to the woman he loved. He lived the rock and roll lifestyle, but never quite made it to the big time. Fifteen years later, he’s back and ready to claim what’s his—if she’ll accept his help.

Marley Lockwood’s done asking for help. The family farm is more than she can handle, but if she can survive a cancer scare, the loss of her parents, the abandonment by her first love, and a messy divorce, she can handle anything.

Until Sully shows up.

Although she’s not interested in rekindling the love affair, she’s not above accepting Sully’s hands on the farm. What’s the worst that could happen? They get the farm out of the red and into the black? That’s her plan. They actually fall in love? The past says it won’t work, so she’s not hedging her bets.

Too bad Sully’s not giving up this time.

Available now from Liquid Silver Books!

And now for that kiss!

“Why’d you go all cave man on me?” She cocked her hip and thrust out her chin. “You already had my attention.”

He wound his fingers through her hair, drawing her close. God, she felt so right. Why didn’t he see the connection before? Or rather, why didn’t he make the connection before? “Marley, being in New York didn’t soothe my soul.”

“I see. It’s not making me change my mind about men, but I see.”

Think, Sul, think. “I’m more afraid of the things I can’t control. You make me so crazy. My thoughts jumble and asshole things come out of my mouth.”

“I’m not looking for love.” Marley shoved her hands into her back pockets. Her breasts arched towards him. “I’m running away at a full sprint.”

“That’s when love finds you, when you aren’t ready.” He traced the neckline of her T-shirt. Sully cupped her breast, flicking his thumb over the beaded tip.

She slapped her hand through the air and backed away. “Save the syrupy stuff for one of your power ballads. I’m sitting this one out.”

“I’ll put in all the schmaltz I can, if the song’s written for you.” He grabbed the waistband of her shorts and tugged her flush against his body. Her mewl turned him inside out.

She stared at his shirt a moment before gazing into his eyes. “Hey, I’m not perfect or beautiful, and I speak my mind, I’m not the kind of woman—”

Sully gave into temptation and dipped down to taste her, silencing further explanation. Marley whimpered, thumping her fists against his chest. After a moment of hesitation, she opened to him, twining their tongues. He wrapped his arms around her body, cradling her, learning her curves.

“You need time, but you make it hard for me to behave.” He broke the kiss and tangled his hands in her hair. “I want you.”

“Sully, this—us—can’t happen.” She panted and fisted his shirt. Her cheeks glowed a pinkish hue. “I won’t let it.”

He willed his breathing to slow to normal. She churned him up in too many delicious ways to count, and he wasn’t about to let her get away so quickly. “I’m not the same man I was when I left. Please don’t push me away like I pushed you.”

Saturday, November 17, 2012

Sexy Cover Saturday!


romangorielov / 123RF Stock Photo

Tucker lost the love of his life once, but this time, he’s not taking no for an answer.
Once a driver, always a driver...
Racing consumes Tucker Poston’s life. Until he sees her again. Megan Rodney. She’s the one person to come between him and his ride. She’s the only woman to understand him. The only woman he’s ever loved. Circumstances tore their love apart. Now he’s determined to show her the contents of his soul, even if it means losing his heart.
Being a driver doesn’t warm his lonely nights. Too bad she’s not interested.
 Megan’s not about to fall for his smooth lines and slick image. She’s got a good life as a team owner for a stock car team. Still, memories of their love affair burn bright in her mind. What’s a girl to do when the man of her dreams, the man who pushed her away, wants a second chance at forever?
Contains a little spanking, anal play, and domination shared between former lovers, but no one’s complaining. For good measure, there’s the sizzling use of a Camaro hood for outdoor pleasure.