Tuesday, December 31, 2013

Happy Holidays from Wendi Zwaduk

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Monday, December 30, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK SEVENTEEN - a little late

 It’s week seventeen and almost Christmas. What would we like for a present? A win! Still stinging a bit after the loss to the Steelers, but we bounced back. Vikings? You’re outta here!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...they sneak it...”
Sneak it where?

“...right up the gut...”
Maybe he gets into pain play?

“...sees something in the defense....”
An orgy?

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...10 and in...”
ORGY!

“...a lot happens right here....”
It is a mighty fine meeting place. You can’t beat location.

“...take advantage of the mobility...”
Rotating bed or room?

“...that’s what this defense does—comes at you from every angle...”
Could be really fun or really messy.

“....still probably isn’t right...”
Which one?

“....needs to thank the guys in the back end...”
Using proper etiquette is good.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...sees the hole, gets one on one and cuts back....”
So...was he not sure if he wanted the hole? Or was he playing?

The Ravens could be tough. Could be. Are we going to give up? Never! Who Dey!!

 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!! Let’s take it all the way!


Sunday, December 29, 2013

Sunday Snog ~ Until the Night

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Snoggin' time is great. I'm a little behind in getting mine up, but here it is. I love this story and was glad I got to write Gypsy's story. Enjoy!

Until the Night 
Contemporary, Paranormal
Novella
M/F, M/F/M, M/M/F/M, M/M, Menage, Anal Sex
Totally Bound

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.

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And now for that spooky Snog!!

Kendall cupped her jaw in both hands. Hunger shone amongst the green and blue flecks in his eyes. He worked the muscle in his jaw and the light caught the subtle colour changes of brown and gold in the scruff on his cheeks. She gulped to catch the breath she didn’t need. No heartbeat anymore meant that oxygen didn’t help her body like it had when she’d been alive.
God, she wanted to be amongst the living and for things to be normal again.
“Would you rather I be blunt?” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I want you. I don’t care if you’re a vampire or if you have those two guys who hang out over here. You infiltrate my thoughts and make me think about you when you’re not in the same room.”
“Me?” Embarrassment gripped her. Back when she’d been alive, she wouldn’t have doubted a man’s attraction to her. She’d have known it and have run with the feeling of being desired. Since dying, she’d lost her confidence. Men looked at her, sure, but not in the same way.
“Yes, you.” His pupils dilated and Kendall rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t see a vampire. I see a sexy woman that I want to make my own.”
Gypsy closed her eyes and melted into his touch as his mouth met hers. He swept his tongue over the seam of her lips and she opened to him. She suckled on him. Heat burned through her veins and she ground her hips against his thigh.
He curled one arm around her shoulders while the other arm snaked around her waist. Kendall lifted her from the floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, not bothering to break the kiss.
Mint, he tasted like mint. She broke the connection to keep from scratching him with her teeth. Hunger pangs racked her body. Just one tiny cut, just enough to sate her appetite…
Kendall carried her into her bedroom and collapsed onto the bed with her on top. Gypsy closed her mouth to keep from displaying her fangs. She whimpered.
“You need to bite me, don’t you?”
She shook her head. Taking his blood would enhance sex, yes, but she didn’t need to. She raked her nails down his chest, taking extra time to flick his nipples.
“Feels good.” He arched beneath her. “Touch me.”
Gypsy grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled. Instead of moving the shirt up his chest, she tore it in half. The sound of tearing fabric split the air, followed by his laughter.
“Never had that happen during foreplay.” Kendall sat up with her still on his lap, and removed the torn clothing. “Your turn.” He eased her sloppy shirt up over her head.
Gypsy covered her breasts with her arms. A wave of humility swept over her. Would she make him happy? What a time to second guess herself…
“Show me, babe.” Kendall tugged her hands away, putting her on display. He palmed her breasts. The warmth of his touch filled her soul.
She moaned and leaned into him. Things made so much sense and none at all. Gypsy shook off the apprehension. She needed to feel, to be wanted and to hear a heartbeat.
Her nerve endings sizzled as he flattened his tongue over her nipple. He scraped his teeth over the engorged flesh and bit. Sparks shot from her breast to her pussy. Gypsy dug her nails into his shoulders. Holy hell, he knew how to use his tongue. Kendall gave her other nipple the same treatment. She shuddered in his arms.
The sweet scent of flowers swirled around them. Her fangs dropped and a voice whispered in her ear.

Mate.

@Copyright 2013 Wendi Zwaduk


Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK EIGHTEEN - PLAYOFF BOUND!!

 It’s the last game of the regular season. Opponent: Ravens. The mission: Win. You got it! We’re headed to the post season, baby!!!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...goes to the right in the slot position...”
The right could be where it’s at.

“...ideal size and speed...”
He’s a prized one.

“...played with three different quarterbacks....”
Hey, they really like him and like to pass him around.

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...learn to finish late...”
Yes, completion is very nice. It’s appreciated.

“...so much man to man coverage....”
Pairing up is always good. Trios and Quads can be fun, too.

“...gonna blow up...”
Can we watch?

“...gonna fit this one in the back...”
Only if she allows you to. He’d love it if you did.

“....gotta squeeze it...”
Kinky!

“....gotta get that cleaned up...”
Don’t want to be messy—unless that’s what you’re going for.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.

“...He smacks it up in there, which I like....”
As long as you like it, it’s all good.

11-5 baby! Woooo hooooo! It wasn’t always great and got messy a couple of times, but we’re going to the post season. Can’t ask for more...except maybe a few wins in the post season. Hint, hint. Who dey!

 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!! Let’s take it all the way!




Thursday, December 19, 2013

Review for Second Ride Cowboy by Rhonda Lee Carver

I haven't been doing too many reviews lately as I haven't had time. But, I do make exceptions. When I got the book Second Ride Cowboy, by my dear friend, Rhonda Lee Carver, I knew I had to do a review. I got to meet her characters in this book back when I was given the honor of critiquing Second Chance Cowboy. I really hoped I'd get to see Lila and Duke's story. I'm glad I did.

Before the actual review, here's a little bit about the book, Second Chance Cowboy.

Riding is nice. But riding with a partner is much more fun…

Duke McGraw learned the hard way that life can change in the blink of an eye. Waking up from a coma, he wants nothing more than to ride back into his life—but nothing is the same, not even Lila Sinclair. With pride the size of Texas, Duke builds a wall of anger. Bent, not broken, he climbs back into the saddle to see where the rocky trail leads him. 

Lila loves Duke—always had, always will—but the wounds of tragedy run deeper than physical. Confused by Duke’s emotional barriers, Lila is at the end of her rope but refuses to lose hope. Tough and determined, Lila’s out to lasso her cowboy. But will her nurturing heart be broken again? A man like Duke comes with risks. When playing with fire someone is bound to get scorched. 

Some flames never die, and Duke and Lila’s connection is hotter than hell. Temperatures rise on the ranch and horses aren’t the only thing being ridden. When the future is at stake, choices must be made. Beyond the scars and tragedy, will love rise again or will the second chance be the last?

Available at Amazon and Smashwords
Get to know Rhonda Lee Carver here!

Now for that review.

Chance and Carly's relationship had it's ups and downs, but there were a couple of constants--their love and their friends. Lila and Duke never quit on them, even when they might have quit on themselves. The tables are turned and it's Duke and Lila that need the help. 

Ah, memories. Once I opened the book, it was like sitting down with close friends and catching up. I felt like I was right there with them, going through the craziness of life. I liked how Lila had grown and matured. She's a great character. Never backs down and never gives up. Duke...the man had moments where I wanted to smack him. That said, I got very emotionally involved with him. I mean, the guy had been through the wringer and having scars is never fun. I can relate. I liked the evolution and the absolutely sinful sparks between them.

If you want a down home type of story guaranteed to stick with you, then this is definitely the book for you. 

Monday, December 16, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK FIFTEEN

 Okay, so the Steelers were a little tougher than we expected. Okay, initially a lot tougher. We put up a fight and came back. Once we got going, it wasn’t as bloody. Next week will be better.

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...slashing and cutting in space...”
Um...do I want to know where else he might be doing that?

“...having trouble holding on...”
Now that sounds like it came out of a romance novel.

“...mother nature drew that fumble....”
When you can’t blame anyone else, blame Mother Nature.

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...hauls it in to the 50...”
Go cave man, go cave man!

“...hamstrings looked at very closely....”
Looking at hot legs can be educational.

“...such a big weapon...”
Can we see it?

“...2 tight end offense...”
I want pictures!

“....pulled things in a little tighter...”
Pack it full, I always say.

“....not forcing a sack...”
But forcing can be fun.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...got his hand in there....”
Wow! Someone is a gymnast.

We’re down to the last two. Can we make it? Yes we can. Can we win them? I sure as heck hope so! We need to get back on track. Grin.
 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!




Sunday, December 15, 2013

Christmas Smut with Chocolate!



My kiss this time around is from an oldie, but a goodie - Drizzle Me in Chocolate. I always did like this story and who doesn't enjoy food play? Merry Christmas and enjoy the Blissmas Kiss!

Drizzle Me in Chocolate by Wendi Zwaduk  

From the Smut for Chocoholics Anthology
Absolute Erotica
Contemporary
Novel

Smut for Chocoholics is all about indulgence, taking wicked delight in the erotic consumption and use of chocolate, with tales from some of erotica’s finest authors.. Whatever your relationship with the seductive cocoa, there’s something nestling between the covers for you.
Smut for Chocoholics contains tales from Violet Fields, Bel Anderson, Lucy Felthouse, Demelza Hart, Victoria Blisse, Kay Jaybee, Jacqueline Brocker, Tenille Brown, Wendi Zwaduk, Katey Red, Jenny Lyn, Tilly Hunter, Nicole Gestalt and Cass Peterson.

Chocolate might not last forever, but love does.
Elysa agreed to model chocolate, but she never imagined she’d be faced with her past. Simon Dumont playboy, millionaire and her one weakness. Can she get through the shoot with her pride intact, or is he worth losing her heart all over again?
Simon knew damn well who he wanted for those pictures. Only one woman could embody the sensuality needed to sell his exotic chocolates and chocolate inspired sex toys. Elysa Green. He’s not about to be denied a second time. Can the Casanova of Chocolates prove he’s the one man to make her happy or will their smouldering passion consume them before love strikes a second time?
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And now for a hot excerpt!

Simon stood and whisked her off the chaise lounge. She’d walked out of his life before and without much explanation. Part of him wanted her to rebuke him, but the rest of him craved her. Elysa Green affected him much like the chocolateone taste wasn’t enough.
“Finish the shoot, then we can play.” He placed the square of chocolate on her tongue. “We’ve got all night.”
Her eyes rolled back in her head and she moaned again. She chewed in deliberate motions, licking her lips. Her cheeks infused with a beautiful shade of pink.
“Don’t know if I can wait that long.”
“You will.” He wrapped one arm around her. “Remember our games?”
“How could I forget?” Her blush deepened.
“The other half of the shoot involves the games we played and showcasing the more decadent, sexual side of my chocolate business. I’m just watchingyou’re modelling the items.” He rubbed his cock between her thighs, reminding her how much he wanted her. “All of them.”
Elysa opened her mouth, but instead of saying anything she rose up on her toes and kissed him. The connection seared him to the core. A touch of the chocolate remained on her lips. He curled his other arm around her waist and smoothed his left hand up to the base of her neck. Elysa moaned and writhed against his chest. Yes, this was what he missed. She came alive in his embrace and pushed him to want more from her. He threaded his fingers into her hair and tugged, breaking the kiss and exposing her neck to his appraisal.
“Whatever you want from me, I’m yours,” she murmured. Her skirt shifted high on her hips, exposing her ass and the tiny thong she wore.
“Fuck.” Simon walked her backwards to the chaise and eased her onto the butter soft leather surface. Her hair fanned out around her face like a caramel wave and she puckered her kiss swollen lips. He didn’t bother to move the skirt, but rather shifted the panties aside. Her scent, flowery perfume and musk drifted up to him. His mouth watered.
“Take me, Simon.”  She opened her legs and dragged two fingers down her pussy lips. Her juices glittered in the harsh lighting.
He shouldn’t want her. Shouldn’t fuck her in the middle of a photo shoot, but holy shit. He’d been refused for too long.
Behind him a door opened and closed. “I somehow figured I’d find you in this position.”
Simon knew that voice. Paolo. Elysa’s eyes widened and she pushed her clothes back into place. Simon glanced over his shoulder, then scooted in front of her to hide what was left of her modesty. “Paolo.”
“Thanks for coming on a short notice. We were waiting on you.” The one photographer Simon trusted to created the perfect images of Elysa nude and drizzled in chocolatePaolo. The other photographer might have worked, but he wanted the guaranteed best.
“And in heat.” Paolo dropped his shoulder bag onto the desk. “And Simon, you know I’ve done it all. Nothing shocks me, honey, I’ve seen it all. Now who is getting naked and what naughty chocolates are we photographing for the catalogue?”


@Copyright Wendi Zwaduk 2013




Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK FOURTEEN

 Indy, Indy. You put up a good fight. Can’t say you didn’t. But the Bengals came out on top. Who dey!!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...O-line makes it happen...”
What does, with what?

“...6 guys coming at him...”
Someone had better have a towel.

“...get the linebacker on the second level....”
Does that mean going to second base? Or is there another hole I don’t know about?

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...that’s total domination...”
Intensity. I like it.

“...jumped early. Let’s see if he was bated....”
Yes, let’s check the instant replay.
“...loses his feet...”
Where’d they go?

“...hand signals are not gonna work in this snow...”
But the fetish is worth it.

“....stretching horizontally...”
Kinky. Getting ready for the big night.

“....pulls under center...”
And he loved every moment of it.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...this one’s a wiggler....”
Maybe try some bondage tape. Or rope. Or there’s handcuffs.

We’re down to the last three. Can we make it? Yes we can. Can we win them? I sure as heck hope so! Grin.
 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!





Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Monday, December 2, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK THIRTEEN


HA! That was a messy win, but a win over those Chargers. Squee! 8-4 and on top of the AFC North is not too shabby. Who dey!!

Now, let’s get to those Honorable Mentions!

“...One push off and you can get open...”
Um... duh?

“...Dual threat tight end can do it all...”
Nice! Is he for sale, too?

“...Good block. Strained Murray to the outside....”
As long as nothing got hurt, it’s all good.

And now for the Quotes of the Week. Some of these are real winners.

“...open...hauls it in...”
Ah, he’s going caveman!

“...when in doubt, keep the extra guys in...”
The more the better!

“...foot was too wide and it wasn’t finishing...”
Foot fetish... ew. Just ew.

“...strong armed it into the corner...”
Hey, at least he knows what he’s doing and doesn’t think twice.

“....slot receiver at the line...”
Oh, so that’s the new code name. Got it.

“....Slot receiver matched up well...”
Well, we hope so, but we can’t all get what we want.

Now for the Doozy of the Week. This was said on national television and I still can’t believe it.
“...Big hands, largest guy...good on this completion....”
You know what they say about big guys... they’re goofy looking. Snicker. At least he got the job done.

We’ve got three home games and four left in the season. Here’s to a high note for all four weeks. Who dey!
 Thanks for reading and Go Bengals!!



Sunday, December 1, 2013

Sunday Snoggin' with Play to Him

Read the other snogs here!
Like BDSM? Like Billionaires? Then you might like Play to Him from the Bound to the Billionaire anthology. Here's a snippet from the story to enjoy as my Sunday Snog!

:-)


Play to Him by Wendi Zwaduk  

From the Bound to the Billionaire Anthology
Totally Bound
Contemporary, BDSM, M/F, Anal Sex, Toys, Spanking, Bondage
Short Story
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?

And a Hot Excerpt for your pleasure!
“Are you ready to play?”
“Yes, Sir.” A rush of adrenaline, much like when she strummed her guitar, rushed through her veins. Her nipples beaded behind the fabric of her corset. PLAY TO HIM Wendi Zwaduk www.total-e-bound.com 14
The collar dangled from his fingers. “And you’re willing to wear this and do whatever I ask of you?”
His husky tone radiated up and down her spine. Cream slickened the inside of her thighs from anticipation. “Yes, Sir.”
He secured the collar about her throat, then smoothed his fingers over her cheek to tip her gaze. “Kitten.”
Maybe it was the power in his voice or the strength he exuded when he stood in front of her, but a calm washed over her. All the things she had to control melted away and all of her insecurities evaporated when he collared her.
Sebastian pulled the leash from his pocket. When had he secreted all the gear? The chain made noise when he shook it out. Or had she been so entranced by him she had refused to notice? He clicked the leash in place on the D-ring, then let the chain dangle between her breasts.
“I want to strip you down to those boots and the stockings, but we have to venture across the building. I won’t have anyone else gawking at you.” He wrapped the free end of the leash around his hand. “Come.”
She took the assumed position and folded her hands behind her back once more, then bowed her head. She longed to trail her fingers over the sprinkling of stubble on his cheeks, but kept herself in check.
With him leading, she took two steps. Sebastian stopped. “On second thought…open.” Rhiannon opened her mouth and he placed the end of the leash between her teeth.
“I want a hint.” He loosened the ribbons at the front of her corset. The sides of the garment slipped free. No one would see anything from the front. If she moved or twisted, then she’d give a show. He crossed around behind her and tugged her skirt up past her hips. “A thong.” He groaned and kissed her bare shoulder. “So hot.” He nipped her skin. “And so unnecessary.” He gripped the thin material and pulled. The thong tore from her hips and bared her body to him.
She suppressed a wince. The thong cost more than a hundred dollars. But he expected her to wear the best.

“I owe you a new thong. One of these days.” He covered her with the skirt. “Or maybe I’ll require you to never wear undergarments in my presence.”