Thursday, February 28, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week!

 It's time for the funny quotes of the week in the world of racing!!

There were some really goodies, too!

"...tight in the middle..."
Guess that's better than loose all over.

"...Look at him trying to sneak in that little hole..."
Aw... don't tease me like that. 

"...slipping out of his way..."
Polite. Nice!

"...trying to get a hole..."
Well, aren't they all?

"...sat on four poles..." 
Bet that was painful or really fun.

Next week is Paws for a Cause Week, so the racers will be back in two weeks. Until then, enjoy!!



Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Ten Lines of Heat with Until the Night!





Ten lines of White hot fun with Until the Night!!! I love this story and hope you do, too! Get your copy here or here!

And now for those ten hot lines!

“God damn. Bite me.” Allan yanked Todd’s arm, pulling him down onto him. “Do it.”

Todd bared his fangs and growled. The sound shimmered up and down Gypsy’s spine. He sank his teeth into the soft spot between Allan’s neck and shoulder.

“Oh, wow,” Gypsy groaned, then caught herself. Triple shit. They weren’t supposed to have heard her getting off on watching them. But, hell—the bloodlust reared its ugly head. She needed to feed.

Both men turned to look at her. The colour drained from Allan’s face. Todd loosened his grip on Allan’s shoulder and moved his hands in front of Allan’s cock. “We didn’t know you were here.”

Never let them see me sweat or crumble…

Even if I did eavesdrop on them.

Gypsy levelled her shoulders. “At least now I know why I’m the only one of us not getting fucked.”


Sunday, February 24, 2013

Ever Fallen in Love ~ Nascar Sunday Snog!!

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It's time for the Sunday Snog! Want to follow along? Click here! Since NASCAR officially returns today with the 55th running of the Daytona 500, I thought I'd share a white hot kiss from my NASCAR novella, Ever Fallen in Love. Enjoy!

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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?

Reader Advisory: This book 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.

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And now for that snog!!!

“You’re one of the smartest people I know.” Megan shuffled backwards, halted only by the unforgiving metal of the car against her legs. Damn, she’d backed into the cars. Using his arms to cage her in, Tucker rested his body against hers and pinned her to the fender with his hips. “Then why did I run from the only woman I ever really loved? Why did I avoid her until she married another man?”

She needed a joke. Something to dissolve the tension growing between them. Better yet, something to deflate the erection burrowing into her thigh. “You’re into self-flagellation?”

“Cute. I’d rather spank you.” He shifted his hips, rubbing his cock into the cleft of her thighs, right against her fabric-covered clit. She shivered and he nodded. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” He swiped his tongue out over her bottom lip. Tease.

“Tucker.”

“Why do I lay awake at night imagining you’re with me, Megs, making love until dawn? Seeing you atop the hauler gives me a hard-on only you can ease. Seeing you smile melts the ice around my heart. Put the two together and I’m putty in your hands. I want to touch you, taste you, tie you up and make love to you.”

“You’ve been in one too many crashes with a loose helmet.” Megan wiped her cheeks. Trust him to say nice things when she wanted him to continue the jackass routine or fuck her senseless.

“Nah, I’m bewitched by you. I want to see you bound to my bed, pleading with your eyes. I want to hear you cry my name.”

He kissed her again, but this time it wasn’t a crushing urgent kiss like before. This kiss was the kind that meant business. His lips glided over hers as his tongue invaded her mouth. Megan moaned and Tucker pushed farther. She balled her fists and shoved them against his chest.

Friday, February 22, 2013

Racing Quotes of the Week... on Friday!


Image credit: ensup / 123RF Stock Photo

These are from the Unlimited and were funny as heck. :-) Love this stuff and hope you do, too.


"...Aggressive since the drop of the green..."
Well, I'd certainly hope so. It was a green. 

"...dived into a hole..."
Isn't that what it was there for?

"...thought he had a hole, went into a hole, didn’t make it..."
That's a lot of hole play. Maybe better switch it up. 

"...just hangs up and sends H to the front..."
Maybe it was his turn?

"...L is loose..."
Now that's not nice. He might be a very tight guy. You don't know for sure. Or do you?

"...engine boy..."
I hoped they were referring to the engineer or something, but it really sounds bad.

Thanks for reading and make sure you stay tuned for the next set of quotes next week. Fun from the 500!!!
Enjoy!

Thursday, February 21, 2013

Madison J Edwards is Bringing the Heat!


To those of you who don't know me, I write romance. Not just any romance – but HAWT, steamy romance. My first short story, The Perfect Secretary, spun an erotic fantasy about a boss and his secretary. Who knew it would become #2 Bestseller/Top Rated book at All Romance eBooks and reach as high as #63 – Amazon Top 100 Paid – Kindle – Erotica.
     To Sir, With Love is book #3 in the Perfect Secretary series, revolving around Jonah Carter, our favorite bad boy introduced in book #2, The Invitation.
I thought the best way for you to meet him was to join me and my friend, Michelle, at Club Breathless.....

Welcome to Club Breathless

      I wave at my friend Michelle from one of the booths lining the bar in Club Breathless. She smiles in acknowledgment and soon slides onto the bench seat across from me.
“Thanks for meeting me here, Michelle.”
“Are you kidding? Who doesn’t want to see the club you wrote about?"
She scans the interior, her eyes widening when she reaches the area behind me. "Uhhh…. Who is the gorgeous hunk over at the bar?”
I glance over my shoulder and— Holy Hannah — it’s Jonah Carter. He’s seated on a bar stool, one long leg propped on the brass ring, the other stretched out in front of him. Light from a wrought iron sconce highlights his cheekbones and make his midnight blue eyes look even darker, if possible. Firm lips move into a smile and that oh-so-famous dimple creases the side of his cheek.
“That’s Jonah Carter,” I whisper, even though he couldn’t possibly hear me across the room over the music.
The Jonah Carter? Isn’t he a Dungeon Keeper or something like that?”
“Dungeon Master.” I sigh and roll my eyes. “Have you read any of my stories? He and the more experienced Doms monitor play areas. It’s their job to make sure everything at Club Breathless is safe, sane and consensual.”
“Does he like meeting new people?” Michelle's voice sounds strangely breathy and her eyes are glazing over. I suspect Jonah has arrived at our booth. Instant heat infuses my body at the thought of such an experienced Dominant singling us out.
“Good evening, ladies.” His rough Cajun accent feathers down my spine, and my stomach does a funny little flip. I have a good idea why Beth Sanders fell for this man. He oozes sexuality.
Michelle scoots over and pats the empty bench beside her. She practically purrs as his big frame fills the seat across from me, “You must be Jonah Carter. Madison told me everything about you
His right eyebrow rose. “Everything?”
Could the man get any sexier?
“Oh yes,” Michelle continued. “How you hired Beth Sanders to be your secretary, and she had no idea you were also the Dungeon Master teaching her to be a good submissive. Very naughty of you, keeping Beth blindfolded all the time.”
“Well, Michelle, as Madison likes to say, ‘some things are meant to be naughty’.” He leans across the table and cradles my hand. Mesmerized, I watch his thumb stroke softly across the back of my fingers.
When Jonah lifts the hand-I'll-never-wash-again to his mouth, I forget to breathe. He knows it too. With a smile, he murmurs against my heated skin, “Next time give some advance notice. I’ll escort you around the club and introduce you to some of the… perks that come with being a Dungeon Master.” His smouldering gaze, rife with promise, assures me he’ll make it worth my while.
Instantly, my nipples pucker into tight buds at the silent suggestion and I clench my thighs to ease the ache. I can’t help the quick flash of disappointment when he stands, nods to Michelle, then strokes my cheek with the back of his fingers.
“I look forward to seeing you again.”
Both of us watch him walk away, his stride graceful and fluid, like a panther.
I look back at Michelle and she mouths the word, ‘Wow’.
“See?” I said with a shrug, “I had to write about him.”

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By day Madison works in the busy Human Resource office of her local police service. By night she transforms into a bestselling erotic author, which scares her co-workers silly. She is fluent in Starbucks Spanish and most days can be found in front of her computer sipping a non-fat, no foam latte.

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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday from Best I Ever Had



I can't wait for this short story to come out. This was the scariest pitch, even if the ladies were all awesome. I'm glad it all worked out. :-) Enjoy!

“I don’t want to be hot,” she muttered. “I don’t want to be in hiding, either.” She turned her back on the sliding doors. “Aren’t you tired of this, Quint? We live together because Sam wants to keep me safe. How crazy is that?”

“Em, it won’t be much longer. Trust Sam. I do.” Quinton Reynolds widened his stance at the front door. “He’s not here, but he does care. We won’t let anyone hurt you.”

“Thanks.” Emma threw her arms around him and rested her head on his chest. She loved Quint, but some days being alone with her roommate-slash-bodyguard sucked. She missed her husband, Sam.




Monday, February 18, 2013

The Covery Faery Visited!



Image credit: ateliersommerland / 123RF Stock Photo

That's my new cover faery. Her name is Ginger and she brought me a shiny, new present! The cover for Best I Ever Had. This story comes out March 11th from Turquoise Morning Press and I can't be more happy. I love it. What do you think?




Sunday, February 17, 2013

An Interview with Dirk and Kam!

Today I'd like to welcome Dirk and Kam to the blog. They've written the hot book, Sinfully Delicious and are here to talk about it. Welcome to the blog!

Describe yourself in three word
s.

D + K: Bookworm, laid-back, and crazy

Good combination! Cast your book.  Tell us who would play the main characters in a movie.

K: Sinclaire – Shemar Moore
Christine - Gabrielle Union

Good choices! Whats your favorite love scene from a movie?

K: Friends with Benefits - Justin Timberlake sneezing when he climaxes. Hilarious!

I haven't seen it yet. Must remedy that. Whats your wildest fantasy?

K: I’ve always wanted to be submerged in a shark tank. It would be an adrenaline rush and an unforgettable experience. 

Good luck with that. I'm not a fan of sharks. If you were to lose one of your senses, which would you rather lose and why?

K:Taste. Then I wouldn’t have to worry if something tasted awful or not. Everything would have the same flavor – chicken. J

With my luck it would all be a gross flavor. Oh well. What is the naughtiest thing you did as a kid?

K: My friends and I thought it would be a fun idea to cruise down side roads on a roof of a car. Needless to say, the cops did not. The driver of the vehicle saw the cops coming towards us, veered right sharply and I fell off the roof. I hit the road and rolled into the ditch. Once I dragged my butt out, I noticed my knee was torn open pretty badly. A trip to the ER and a call to my parents was punishment enough in the cop’s eyes and he was right.

I've ridden over the hood of a car, but way different circumstances and outcome. Wasn't pretty. 

And now its time for the fast, the furious, the Quickies!


Boxers or Briefs? 
K: Boxers

Top or Bottom? 
K: Depends on mood :)

Pajamas or nude? 
K: pajamas

Hairy chests or smooth? 
K: Moderate amount of hair

Alpha or Beta? 
K: With men, Beta. With women, Alpa


Want to know more about Dirk and Kam?

 Kameron and Dirk, a passionate couple in and out of the bedroom, has decided to join forces and bring their erotic imagination to life with words. Their solo stories are electric; however, the works they create together will practically sizzle off the page. Yes, they might live in a quiet suburb neighborhood, but they’re anything but tame and unadventurous. A fact you shall read and learn about soon enough. 

Contact info:
Blog: 
http://www.dirkandkam.com
Facebook Author page: 
https://www.facebook.com/DirkandKam
Goodreads' links: 
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5781386.Kameron_Brook
http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5120666.Dirk_Tyler

Amazon Author Pages:
http://amazon.com/author/kameronbrook
http://www.amazon.com/Dirk-Tyler/e/B00A8IDHMC/


Kam and Dirk collaboration – “Sinfully Delicious” (M/F)

Book Summary:
Christine's been without a man for far too long, so she lets her BFF Jasmine talk her into speed-dating. Unfortunately, far too many of her dates are romantic non-starters -- in the worst way. But all it takes is one... and when the right man comes along, he's Sinfully Delicious.


Excerpt:

Wednesday Evening

It’d been two years, six months, and fourteen days since Christine had felt the loving touch of anyone but herself -- not that she was keeping track. Which was the reason she’d allowed her best gal-pal, Jasmine, to talk her into heading out tonight and giving the speed-dating scene a try… again.
“Woo hoo, Christine. Come in. Are you with me?”
Christine studied her completed look in the glass door of the Midnight Rendezvous. She held the phone tucked between her ear and shoulder while she kept tugging at the hem of her dress, which barely covered her ass cheeks. “Jasmine, I can’t believe you talked me into this get-up. I’m literally popping out all over.”
“Babe, you look hot, so quit the bitching and stop tugging on it.”
Christine’s hands stalled and dropped to her sides. “How’d you know what I was doing? Are you lurking nearby?”
Jasmine’s voice rose an octave. “Hello, best friend here. I know you, and I know you’re freaking the hell out. Do me a favor and relax, because any man would be lucky to have you. Now, hang up and get your sexy ass inside.”
Christine gave herself a final once-over and took a deep breath, releasing it slowly. “Thanks, Jasmine. You always know how to calm me down. Love you.”
“I love you too. Now go.”
Christine nervously inched her way over to the sign-up table, paid the twenty-dollar fee, picked up a nametag, and found an unoccupied chair. As the announcer went over all the rules of the event, she eyed the prospects and found several who looked attractive. Hope began to blossom. It seemed simple enough. Every two minutes a new man would sit down across from her and engage in a brief conversation. If she believed a connection was made, she would place his name on a card. The men would do the same, and if there was a match between cards, both parties would be notified through an email. “I can do this,” she mumbled.
The announcer rang the bell.
The first eligible bachelor, Bradley, sat down, and it was two minutes of pure awkwardness. His hands shook uncontrollably, and he wouldn’t stop apologizing. He refused to make eye contact and finally excused himself to the restroom, leaving her alone.
Christine couldn’t believe how badly the night was starting off. She tried to embrace Jasmine’s glass half full attitude and hope the next guy would at least remain seated for the entire two minutes.
Ding. A very handsome man with perfect features slid into the chair across from Christine. She noticed right off the bat he had no wrinkle lines, crow’s feet, laugh lines -- nada. She found that odd until he spoke. Then it all became clear. Unlike Bradley, he didn’t say “Hi” or offer any other pleasantries. His gaze traveled from her face down to her chest, head tilting left to right, and then he spoke. “You have a beautiful face and body, from what I can see, for a woman of your age, but if you ever decide to fix your trouble spots, I’d be happy to give you a discount.”
Christine couldn’t believe her luck. She already doubted her looks, and now this man she didn’t know was judging her appearance? Great, just freaking great. If she were Jasmine, she would’ve been spewing words that would make a sailor blush; however, Christine hated public confrontations. Instead she put on a fake smile. “Don’t bother writing my name down.” Their remaining time couldn’t possibly end quickly enough for her liking.
Ding. “Thank God that’s over.” One look at the surgeon, and she realized she’d spoken aloud. She opened her mouth to apologize, but before she could get the chance, he turned and walked away.
Prospective dates three through twelve were nice enough, but she knew they’d be no more than friends, and not the kind with naughty benefits. Her shoulders slumped in depression and she wondered why she’d let Jasmine talk her into this. A dozen men had come and gone but none lit a fire in her belly. Eyes downcast, she waited to hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor.
Instead, she felt cool glass press against her palm and a warm breath against her ear. “I didn’t know what you normally drink, but I sensed you needed something strong.”
Christine looked up into the most gorgeous eyes she’d ever seen. They were almost hypnotic, and his voice was equally distracting, drawing her in. She was clueless about how long she stared at him like a lovesick puppy, but it was long enough that another bachelor took his position for the two-minute meet and greet. Spell broken, she addressed dreamy eyes first because she had to know his name. “Umm, yes, thank you, Mr…”
“You may call me Sin.” Then he stood upright and kept all his attention on her but clearly directed his words to the gentleman across the table. “If you were a smart man, you’d start the conversation by telling her how gorgeous she looks tonight. Let her know no other woman has ever looked lovelier in your eyes. That from the moment you saw her, you wanted nothing more than to feel her lips against yours, to touch her and be touched by her.”
Christine grew more aroused with each word Sin uttered. She’d come out tonight looking for a spark, and damn if she hadn’t found a five-alarm fire. Did Sin realize the effect his words were having on her?
He winked, and her silent question was answered. Damn him, he knew exactly what he was doing to her. The other bachelor cleared his throat. “Yeah, thanks for the advice, but I don’t need it. I’ve got this.”
Sin’s face tensed up. “Not yet, you don’t.”

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Super Bowl Quotes of the Week!!!

It's time for the Super Bowl Quotes! These are some real doozies!
Read on!

"...squirmed for all he got..."
Well, let's hope he had fun...squirming.

"...sack by the Niners..."
This just sounds bad because out of context, you don't know WHAT sack they mean.

"...Tucker back deep..."
Did he leave and come back? Or Finish and is ready to come again?

"...James trying to go wide..."
Well, some can't do dp. Just sayin'.

"...ball is out and fallen on by Jones..."
I hope he didn't bruise something when he fell on it. Medic?

"...first tackler holds him up...second guy stops it..."
Sounds kinky to me.

"...front man in the slot..."
Must be choosing an order. Works for me. 

And my favorite...there's nothing to add to this one:
"...quite a weapon..."

Snicker. Hope you enjoyed the season through my warped sense of humor. Definitely going to bring this back for the 2013-14 season. What was your favorite quote? Let me know and stay tuned for the NASCAR Quotes of the Week, starting next week!

Happy Valentine's Day!


Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Book Blitz with Lily Harlem and Tarzan!!



Thanks so much for inviting me over today as your guest, Wendi. I’m really excited because as part of Total-E-Bound’s Clandestine Classic range. I’ve teamed up with Edgar Rice Burroughs and added steamy jungle scenes to TARZAN OF THE APES. This is only one of several classics brought to life by various Total-E-Bound authors and inserts the sexiness that readers previously had to use their imagination for.

Blurb
Available here!

A wild man with primitive desires, will anyone be able to tame him?

A handsome English aristocrat raised in the jungle by apes, self-sufficient, thriving on danger and with a head full of unanswered questions. Where is he from? Why is he different? What will satisfy the hunger that eats away at the very core of his being and finally feed his appetite for something other than food and shelter?

A delicate American woman, expected to be the best she can be and marry well, but with a craving for adventure and exploration as well as a hope in her heart to find true love with a man who can sweep her off her feet.

When the two very different souls collide, in deepest, darkest Africa, only one thing can happen, and it’s raw and feral. Lust a common language, satisfaction the ultimate goal. But will the gentleman outshine the savage-man? Is virtue to be honoured? And when faced with a civilised decision, can Tarzan do the right thing?

Excerpt

So Tarzan of the Apes did the only thing he knew to assure Jane of her safety. He removed his hunting knife from its sheath and handed it to her hilt first, again motioning her into the bower.
The girl understood, and taking the long knife she entered and lay down upon the soft grasses while Tarzan of the Apes stretched himself upon the ground across the entrance.
Here she lay, gazing upward at the crude roof of the shelter, and mulled over the extraordinary day that had unfolded, and the wild man who had stolen the first kiss from her lips. Although Jane was an innocent woman she was not naive in the ways of married couples. What went on behind closed doors and beneath the covers was something she was completely intrigued by and she’d sought to quell her curiosity in the only way she could. For Jane, like Tarzan, adored reading, and fashionable books about love and romance that hinted and suggested at the many delights to be had between a woman and a man were her most favourite material—she’d been thrilled to find two such books within the primitive cabin.
She sat and began to unlace her shoes, her hair just skimming the greenery above her. As her small and nimble fingers unweaved the soft leather laces her gaze settled on Tarzan’s broad, golden back as he lay, facing away from her, staring into the line of trees. The gutter of his spine was deep set and flanked with columns of strong muscle. He had a few scars and imperfections around his shoulders, marks of his wild lifestyle, and at the very base of his back, just before the doeskin-like loin cloth he wore, were two dents, almost dimples.
Jane couldn’t help but linger over the task of removing her shoes, the sight before her was simply too engrossing. She had never seen a man wearing so little clothing. The scrap he wore around his modesty barely covered his buttocks, indeed she could make out the very groove of his cheeks through the material. Her gaze roamed downward, committing to memory his powerful thighs coated in sandy hairs, calves sinewy with tendon and muscle and long feet that she was quite sure had never been within spitting distance of a shoe until now.
Footwear finally removed, she pushed them outside her small shelter.
Upon hearing her movement Tarzan turned, his body twisting, his face a mask of concern.
“I am quite all right,” Jane said, gesturing to her shoes. “But I really can’t sleep in those.”
Tarzan looked at the shoes, then sat and reached for one. He held it up, turned it over, examined the base and the inside, poking and prodding. Finally he lifted it to his nose and inhaled, long and deep.
“No,” said Jane, snatching it away. “Really, that is most untoward and really quite rude.”
Tarzan tugged his hand back, fingers clenched, his expression evidence enough that he knew not what he had done wrong.
Jane, seeing his confusion, took pity on him. For she understood that he was trying very hard to make her feel at ease, and she should surely return the favour. “I’m sorry,” she said, reaching for his hand that was in a fist at his sternum. “It is just that they are the only shoes I have, and I, well, I fear I may not have been able to keep them as fresh as I would like.” As she spoke she squeezed his big hand in hers. His skin was a little sticky from the copious amounts of juicy fruit they had shared, but even so a current of pleasure shot up her arm and settled in her belly. His hand, nearly twice the size of hers, was so masculine, and so strong. Unlike Clayton’s neatly trimmed nails, Tarzan’s were unevenly short, no doubt from wear and tear, and he had a twisted strip of vine around his wrist, a kind of makeshift bracelet, it was like nothing she had seen before.
He allowed her to keep holding his hand and tipped his head, his gaze boring into hers.
“It is just,” she went on, “that bathing facilities since we landed ashore have been considerably less than adequate. What I really long for is fresh water to sink my entire body into, to make me feel refreshed and rejuvenated and get some relief from this tropical heat.” Knowing he understood not a word, she tutted and released his hand. Frustration ploughed lines across her brow.
Tarzan raised his eyebrows and wiggled his fingers in a ‘carry-on’ gesture.
“Oh,” she said with a sigh. “What I really want to be able to do is wash.” As she spoke she cupped her palms and raised them to her face, mimicking splashing water on her cheeks.
Tarzan’s face lit up. He knew instantly what Jane was trying to say. She wanted to clean her body. Tarzan understood that desire very well, for he too liked to bathe frequently to keep his body free from irritations and unpleasant aromas. He had also read about it in his books. Civilised people set personal cleanliness in very high esteem.
Eager to show Jane his comprehension of her request, Tarzan jumped up and pointed in the direction of Cumba, the small rocky inlet just yards to the right of their camp. It was a safe and shallow bathing area that he had used since being a small boy. He was sure it would be perfect for a woman, for his woman, Jane.
He made a grunting sound which his ape family would have recognised as ‘come this way’ and stepped toward Cumba.
“Do you understand me?” Jane asked, amazement in her tone and her eyes wide.
Tarzan stepped further away, urging her to follow with frantic hand gestures.
“You want me to come with you?” Jane asked, crawling completely from the shelter and standing barefoot on the roughly textured grass.
Without realising he was giving the correct signal, Tarzan nodded.
“Okay,” Jane said, pressing down the creases in her dress and tilting her chin in a very confident little gesture given her precarious situation. “I will. Please lead the way.”
Tarzan grinned, flashing his neat teeth, and strode across the clearing. In order to keep up Jane quickly realised that she must move at a near jog. Though once they reached the denseness of the forest this was impossible, and Tarzan slowed in order to move branches and bend bows out of her path.
Jane was thankful when after a couple of minutes of thick undergrowth another clearing emerged. This time one with a large rock pool fed from a sparkling waterfall. She heard it first, the tinkling sound of water falling on stone, and when she finally laid eyes on it, she paused to marvel at the sheer beauty of the small lagoon.
High above the sky was turning pink. Dusk would soon be upon them. In the tallest branches, bright red and blue parrots were preparing to roost. The rocks around the waterfall were the colour of elephant skin, and the water, a rich navy, sparkled silver where the cascading water added to its depths.
“It is beautiful,” Jane said, her fingertips sweeping over the petals of a crimson orchid that bobbed its long neck to her right. “Simply exquisite.”

TARZAN OF THE APES by Edgar Rice-Burroughs and Lily Harlem is available from all good retailers in ebook and print (print - 28th Feb).  More information including that famous yell from http://www.lilyharlem.com/tarzan-of-the-apes.html or Total-E-Bound - http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=2011 (It’s important to note that purchase price is only for the added words, not for the original work.)

Lily Harlem
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Sunday, February 10, 2013

BlisseKiss and Smooch for the Synday Snog!


It's time for the Sunday Snog and this week it's the Blisse Kiss Chase! You read the snog, find Smooch, then go to: http://blissekiss.co.uk/ so you can enter to win books. You'll need info on Smooch, so be on the lookout for him. :-) And since this is a snog-tastic day, here's my snog from Until the Night!


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.



And now for that snog. :-)


“What does this mean for us? Is she going to try to kill me?” Todd’s voice cracked and he shifted in his seat. Allan’s effect on Todd was evidenced by the tent in his jeans.

Allan palmed Todd’s cock through the denim. “She’s dangerous, yeah.”

“We need to protect each other?” Todd scooted down in the seat. He ground his pelvis against Allan’s hand.
“Gypsy, too?”

“Eventually.” Allan nipped Todd’s hair-roughened skin. He popped the button on Todd’s jeans and slipped his hand beneath the zipper to cup Todd’s dick. The heat filled Allan to his core. Todd’s moan rumbled around the truck cab. Allan stroked Todd, caressing every inch of his erection.

Todd shifted enough to give Allan better access. He yanked his pants down then grabbed the front of Allan’s shirt. “I want you.”

“I’m yours.” Allan licked his lips and bent over. He engulfed Todd in his mouth and rolled his tongue around Todd’s dick. The salt and tang from their earlier tryst lingered on Todd’s skin and turned Allan’s senses inside out. He took Todd in as far as he could and massaged the blunt head of Todd’s dick with the back of his throat.

“Shit.” Todd thrust his fingers into Allan’s hair and tugged. Allan relaxed his throat and took more of Todd into his mouth. “Like that. Fuck.” Todd pumped his hips. He groaned. His limbs quaked.

Each thrust into Allan’s mouth damn near gagged him, but he didn’t care. The hairs at the base of Todd’s cock tickled Allan’s nose.

Todd trembled. “Goddess…”

Thursday, February 7, 2013

Love is in the Air!

Since this is the time of year for love and the blog hop for love and books, here's a white hot scene from my latest release, Until the Night. Hot vampires and all kinds of combinations!
Available here!
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.



And now for an excerpt:


As she reached the back of the club, muffled sounds from the break room snagged her attention. What the hell? Not another pair of club kids fucking off the effects of E. Damn it. College kids always managed to find the one unlocked door.
She twisted the knob, but it didn’t give way. No dice. Great. She jerked the knob a little harder. This time the door snicked open. Score. She drew in a long breath, ready to scream at whoever was on the other side…and maybe get a quick blood fix.
Buttery yellow light shone through the slit in the doorway. The sounds grew louder. She giggled quietly and gave up on the thought of yelling at the participants. Whoever the guy was, he was groaning a lot. Gypsy hesitated. If it was her having sex, she wouldn’t want to be interrupted.
“Fuck, babe. Right there.”
Gypsy’s eyes widened. She knew that voice.
Allan?
Her heart pounded. She liked Allan and not just in the usual platonic fashion. He’s mine and Todd’s. Whoever was fucking with Allan had to answer to her. Fuck it. She shoved the door open.
“Get off my…” Her breath clogged in her throat.
Instead of some nameless female lying beneath Allan, Allan was kneeling on the couch with Todd behind him. Her jaw dropped. Allan arched his back and gripped the back of the couch with white-knuckled hands. Todd grasped Allan’s hips, thumping against Allan’s ass. Neither man had noticed her presence. Allan trembled and panted. Todd swatted Allan’s butt in time with each push into his lover’s body.
“You like that?”
“Yes,” Allan panted. “More.”

Gypsy leaned on the doorframe. She’d never seen something so sexy in her entire life…or undead life. The men moved in perfect time, totally caught up in their attraction for each other. She smoothed one hand up her belly to the bottom of her breast. Cream coated her thong and she pressed her thighs together. She pinched her nipple through the satin of her bodice. A cry erupted in her throat but she kept her mouth closed. No way she’d interrupt them now. She slipped one hand into her skirt and massaged her fingers between her pussy lips. Damn, it felt good.
“God damn. Bite me.” Allan yanked Todd’s arm, pulling him down onto him. “Do it.”
Todd bared his fangs and growled. The sound shimmered up and down Gypsy’s spine. He sank his teeth into the soft spot between Allan’s neck and shoulder.
“Oh, wow,” Gypsy groaned, then caught herself. Triple shit. They weren’t supposed to have heard her getting off on watching them. But, hell—the bloodlust reared its ugly head. She needed to feed.
Both men turned to look at her. The colour drained from Allan’s face. Todd loosened his grip on Allan’s shoulder and moved his hands in front of Allan’s cock. “We didn’t know you were here.”



There's a copy of My Immortal, the precursor to Until the Night, up for grabs. What do you have to do? Leave a comment with your name and email. I need to get in touch with you if you win, so don't forget!


Now go forth and hop!!

Wednesday, February 6, 2013

Football Quotes of the Week!


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

I've got some great quotes from the playoff games that I saved up. These are real beauts!


“...trying to hit on his man...”

Bet there was a fight after that.

“...nice shake...”

Hee hee. What a compliment.

“...a match up inside...”

Well, I'd hope so. You don't want an imbalance in there.

"...Flacco stuck the ball out there so his man could make a play..."

Such a gentleman...always thinking.

"...Tucker boots it, Wilson waits for it..."

That's good communication!

"...Big ammunition on the sides..."

Must be a flash fest!

"...impressive, powerful performance by the Ravens' great big line..."

Orgy in a line?


Stay tuned next week for the impressive SUPER BOWL quotes. There are some really wowzers in there. :-) Enjoy!

A Taste for Blood by Erin Lark

For the next book in the Immortal Love Collection, I'm featuring A Taste of Blood by Erin Lark. Keep reading!

Being damned for eternity is a bitch, especially when you're spending it alone.

Alex may be four hundred years old, but he's only second in command to the coven's leader, Corvis. When Corvis orders Alex to hand over his sub, Kassidy, as a communal blood donor, Alex has no choice but to defy protocol and take his relationship with Kassy to the next level. But while controlling his newly turned sub isn't a problem, the bodies turning up all over Boston are.

Kassy isn't the only new-blooded vampire in town, but unless they can prove she’s innocent of the murders, she and Alex could face banishment, or worse. And if being forced to hide away in the blood den isn't bad enough, news of a favourite donor's disappearance is all it takes to send Alex right over the edge.

Can they find the rogue vampire before he kills again? Or will they be forced into exile for murders they didn't commit?

Reader Advisory: This book contains themes of D/s, bloodsucking during sex and some F/F kissing.




Available here!

Here's a snippet!

Copyright © Erin Lark, 2013
All Rights Reserved, Total-E-Ntwined Limited, T/A Total-E-Bound.
Excerpt From: A Taste for Blood


A scrawny man not worth a vampire’s bite, let alone a sip, sat at the desk in front of me, his head of brown curls shielding whatever it was he’d just written down. I focused on the back of his neck. His beating heart was easily drowned out by the thump of electronic music waiting beyond a set of double doors.

The music called to me almost as much as the sweet, salty and tangy tastes I was bound to find once I got inside. Vampire-friendly clubs such as this housed the best kind of porn available to man and vampire alike, but I wasn’t in it for the slender legs, curved breasts or delicious bloodbath that was vampire-on-human sex. Not all of it, anyway.

Just one.

Smells. Tastes. Even hearing the flow of blood from every sub in the room was enough to put me on edge, but there was only one human I wanted to see…taste.

I clenched my fists and studied the black duffel bag I’d brought along with me. Aside from the cuffs and collar I’d thrown in earlier this evening, its contents never changed. A few pints of blood, ointment, bandages, condoms and lube—everything a vampire could possibly need.

I closed my eyes and tried not to think of her bare neck. Of the deep bite I’d left her with the last time I’d been here. My stomach turned with guilt. I’d taken it too far too soon. I only hoped tonight she’d say yes and invite me in for seconds. Thirds.

"Welcome to Horizons. How may I help you?" the desk clerk asked, raising his eyebrows at me. The colour drained from his face, and he stood from his chair. "You again."

I smiled at his surprise and waved a hand. "Please, sit down, uh…"

"Tyler," he offered, signing me in on his slip of paper.

I bit my bottom lip. "Is she here?"



Bad Parents with Victoria Blisse!

I sometimes worry that if my mum or Dad ever did read one of my books they’d think my portrayal of parents had something to do with them. It really doesn’t.  I have several  characters in my books who have well, let’s call them challenging parents. Caitlyn in Fulfill Me http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/fulfill-me  has a rock star father and a nagging mother, Terri in Getting Physical http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/getting-physical  has a mum who thinks she’s fat and poor old Lily in Literally Bitten  http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/literally-bitten  has a Dad who’s  a member of a fun hating cult!

My parents are awesome. My mum is always there when I need her, she’s practical and whimsical and always gives good advice. My Dad can always manage to make me laugh, will fix anything or at least give it a bloody good go and both of them have done a grand job of bringing me and my sister up.  I use them when I’m writing my fictional parents, but only as a good bench mark so I can find some really irritating features to give my fictional ones!  But writing about good parents isn’t really very fun. Even the good ones I mention have their bad traits. Leanna in Naughty Rendezvous http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/naughty-rendezvous  would be lost without hers but she is very brash and in your face and sometimes not very understanding.

My latest parental offering though is a complex one. Ronald in Literally Bitten http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/literally-bitten  loves his daughter, but he’s been pulled into a crazy cult called called Purity that basically protests at everything. His life became dull and boring, his focus was very negative and Lily eventually decided to leave home.  She opens a book shop, meets Tom and through an interesting and sexy interlude they end up accompanying each other to The Point, a Vampire Bar (and one Blisse fans might recognise as it’s one of my regular haunts!) and who do they find outside? Yep. Lily’s Dad and a bunch of his Purity Pals.  It isn’t a pretty confrontation. Here’s Tom and Lily Chatting about it a bit later:


“How are you, anyway?” Tom asked. “You were really shaken before.”
“Yeah, when you’ve not seen your dad in years and then   you bump into him and he’s threatening to kill you and all your kind it does take the wind from your sails.”
“Sorry, Lily, I didn’t mean to upset you.” Tom covered her hand with his. It wasn’t warm but the weight still managed to make her feel hotter.
“Oh, no, you didn’t upset me, no. You were great and I really appreciate your care. It was my father who upset me. Seeing him and being reminded of what he’s like.”
“Has he always been that freaky  ?” Tom seemed genuinely interested and Lily felt she could confide in him. It was weird how much she already trusted him but he had proved to be worthy of it so far.
“I have very vague memories of Dad laughing. The older I get the more I’m convinced they’re fantasies but I do like to believe at some point when I was younger my dad was actually happy and sane. I think the weird controlling issues started after Mum died. I was only little, though, so I can’t really say from experience.”
“It’s sad, I feel sorry for him. I mean, no wonder he’s so afraid of things when he pushes anyone who loves him away.”
“Yeah, I think you’re right. So what about your family? Do they know what you are?”
“No, my dad died many years ago and Mum passed away when I was in my late teens. I’ve been alone for many years now.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. That’s a really useless thing to say, really. But there you go. I’m  sure you’re getting used to me saying stupid things by now.”
“It’s sweet, thank you. And I haven’t noticed you saying anything stupid, I’ve been too busy tripping over my own silliness.” 
Lily was struck by his gracious reply and easy laughter. Not something she was terribly used to getting.
“I haven’t noticed your silliness, I’ve been too busy appreciating how hot you are.”
“Really?” He sounded genuinely surprised.
“Hell, yeah. Did you notice how much notice I took of our dinner fucking? I couldn’t stop looking at you.”
“I did see an awful lot of your pretty  blue eyes, yes. I’m not complaining, mind. They’re so expressive and beautiful  .”
Lily locked her gaze with his.
“What can you see in them now, then?”
Her heart palpitated. It still surprised her that the useless old muscle would still respond to emotion. She wondered if it was a real bodily reaction or if it was just imagined because she knew that was how she would normally react as a human. He looked intently  her . It seemed as if he could read her, no need for glasses or a translator. She felt like she was his favourite, well-loved book.
“You want me to kiss you,” he whispered and all she managed was a nod in acquiescence as their lips met.

If you want more you can pick up Literally Bitten at all good ebook sellers now http://victoriablisse.co.uk/books/literally-bitten .


Blurb : Books brought them together, blood lust binds them, but can her puritanical father pull them apart?
Lily loves fiction and has done since she was a child. It was her escape from the harsh reality of life being brought up by just her over-protective dad. Tom only ever reads textbooks, claiming that there’s enough to fascinate in this world and that he has no need to read about pretend places. But when he walks into Lily’s book shop he finds out they have a lot more in common than he first thought.
When the young couple take a trip to the famous vampire and human bar, The Point, Lily gets a shock. Her estranged father is there as part of a Purity protest; he is violently opposed to her, Tom and anything that the cult calls unclean. Which is just about anything fun.
Can Lily and Tom overcome these prejudices and their own inexperience to find love that will last forever?

Victoria Blisse Bio:
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, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut by the Sea vol 1 & vol 2, Smut Alfresco and Smut in the City Anthologies.
Victoria is also one of the brains behind the fabulous Smut by the Sea http://smutbythesea.co.uk  Event taking place at Scarborough Library (UK) on the 22nd June 2013. A day dedicated to Erotica with a mini erotic marketplace and lots of Author Readings, Fun Giveaways and Exciting Talks.
She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker (She is TEB's Resident "Naked Chef") 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.
For more information see http://victoriablisse.co.uk  and you can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook http://facebook.com/victoriablisse , Twitter http://twitter.com/victoriablisse  and Pinterest http://pinterest.com/victoriablisse .

Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Ten Line Tuesday with Until the Night!



Since I'm featuring the Immortal Love Collection stories this week on the blog and since it's Ten Line Tuesday, I'm showcasing Ten Lines from my contribution to the collection, Until the Night. Here's a little bit about the book:

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.
v 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!

And now for those ten lines!!

Gypsy leaned on the doorframe. She’d never seen something so sexy in her entire life…or undead life. The men moved in perfect time, totally caught up in their attraction for each other. She smoothed one hand up her belly to the bottom of her breast. Cream coated her thong and she pressed her thighs together. She pinched her nipple through the satin of her bodice. A cry erupted in her throat but she kept her mouth closed. No way she’d interrupt them now. She slipped one hand into her skirt and massaged her fingers between her pussy lips. Damn, it felt good.
“God damn. Bite me.” Allan yanked Todd’s arm, pulling him down onto him. “Do it.”
Todd bared his fangs and growled. The sound shimmered up and down Gypsy’s spine. He sank his teeth into the soft spot between Allan’s neck and shoulder.
“Oh, wow,” Gypsy groaned, then caught herself. Triple shit. They weren’t supposed to have heard her getting off on watching them. But, hell—the bloodlust reared its ugly head. She needed to feed.