Hump Day Hump ~ Best I Ever Had

Marteeka Karland came up with a pretty good idea for Wednesdays and I love it. I've been sort of fumbling with what to do with them myself. So here's to Hump Day HUMPS! Click here for more. Then, read on!

Here's my Hump Day HUMP from my latest novella, Best I Ever Had!



The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right? Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Available here

And now for that HUMP!

“Quint,” Sam shouted. “Quint?”

The door creaked and footsteps padded on the floor. Quint appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You rang?”

“Pull up a chair.” Sam kept his gaze fixed on her and rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh. “Enjoy the show.”

After he exchanged glances with her, Quint eased the rest of the way into the room. “Thank you, Jesus.” He sank down in the beat up armchair. One hand palmed his crotch while the other hand gripped the arm of the chair. “About damn time. I have permission?”

“You have mine.” Emma licked her lips. This was real. Him, Sam, all of it. Her breath lodged fast in her throat. Their first time all together and she wouldn’t change a minute of it so far.

“Do you like having him here?” Sam flattened his tongue along her sensitive skin, grazing his teeth over her labia. “Like knowing he’s hard right now? Like me tasting you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she managed. Sparks shot from her clit to her lower belly and bounced to her brain. The sensation overload overwhelmed her. “Feels good when you stroke me down there. It tingles.”

“Fuck. So soft. Silky.” Sam palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple until she cried out. “You’re mine.” He scooted off the bed and pressed her legs open. “Mine.”

“God, that’s hot.” The click of Quint’s zipper caught her attention. “Love this.”

“Our girl is hot as hell.” Sam chuckled. Emma struggled against his grasp on her wrists. “So hot,” he added.

Emma shivered as Sam kissed a path of fire down her inner thigh. He knew when to graze her with his teeth to bring the right amount of pain to their play. He flicked his tongue along the naked patch of skin where her curls usually covered. She bucked at the rough of his cheek against her sensitive skin. She bit back a grin. The last bikini wax session paid off. Love and lust sizzled through her veins. Everything he did felt so good.

Sam dug his nails into her ass and suckled on her mons. The burn from his touch licked at her from within. Her pussy spasmed and she bucked off the bed. Her legs trembled and fever overcame her. Sam spread her labia and dragged his teeth over her clit. Rational thought left her brain.

“Oh,” she whimpered. “More. God, please.”

Sam chuckled. “I love when you beg.”

Ten Line Tuesday!

Ten lines from my smutastic and so much fun story, Private Hideaway, in the Smut Alfresco anthology! Enjoy!



Available here!

And now for those ten lines!

Zoe rolled her eyes. They were standing on front of a wooden cottage in the middle of a deserted campground. What possible surprises could he have up his sleeve?

Torin slipped out of the vehicle and walked out of her line of sight. Within moments, he returned with a huge bouquet of roses. “These are for you, my love.”

“Thank you.” She buried her face in the sweet crimson blossoms. “You know how much I love these.” Zoe wrapped her free arm around his waist. “Question. How do you know we won’t be interrupted? We’ve had the paparazzi on our tails for the last six months.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Torin offered his hand. “I want to go for a walk.”

She opened her mouth to protest, but he silenced her with a kiss. Zoe melted into his touch, threading her arms around his neck. His tongue tangled with hers. Torin hoisted her off the packed earth, then carried her into the cabin. The door slapped on the wall and the crack vibrated the tiny building. His footsteps thumped on the hardwood floor. A large bed, clad in fresh white sheets sat in the corner of the quaint room.

“Perfect.” Torin crossed the room to the bed. “I can’t wait.”

Race Quotes of the Week

This was a whopper of a week. Everyone ended up mad and most every car ended up with at least one ding on it. Great stuff!!!

Here are the quotes for this week. Enjoy!

"...bump and run or the bump and dump..."

Hee hee. Sounds like a drive by date.

"...late entry..."

Don't you just hate those?

"...pinching her down..."

Sounds like a personal problem... and painful...

"...not cutting her slack..."

Well, sometimes you gotta suck it up and just do it.

"...real tight and needs rear grip..."

I thought that was a good thing...

And the Doozy of the Week:

"...need a rubber in the right rear..."

Snicker. Better bring protection.

Thanks for reading! More to come next week!

Sunday Snog ~ Drizzle Me in Chocolate

It's time for the snogs! Want more snogaliciousness? Click here.
I know, I know. I've been a little derelict lately in posting to the blog. When life rains.... it really pours. I should've posted more and now I'm going to try to get back on the blogging horse. I thought I'd share a snog from my chocoholic extravaganza, Drizzle Me in Chocolate, from Smut for Chocoholics. :-) I love this story and I hope you do, too.



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?

Available here

And now for that snog!

When the door closed, Simon picked up the chain. His touch against her side tingled her skin. She closed her eyes and measured her breaths. The man shouldn’t be able to frazzle her, but he did with ease. She opened her eyes. She’d have to deal with him sooner or later, although she preferred later.

Simon draped the chain across her belly, then sat back on his heels. “It’s been a long time.”

“It has.” She stared at the length of gold. “Twenty-four carat, isn’t it?”

“Nothing but the best.” Simon sighed. “Let’s get it out there. I don’t like games and you’re horrible at bluffing. You left that night and never told me why. Want to tell me now?”

Her stomach knotted and bile rose in her throat. She’d rehearsed what she wanted to say so many times in front of the mirror, but seeing him in person wasn’t like the mirror.

“I got scared,” she whispered.

“Of?” Simon smoothed a lock of her hair behind her ear and his touch lingered down her jaw line. She fought the urge to rub her face on his hand. He leaned over her, his mouth a whisper away from hers. His breath warmed her skin. If she arched her back, she’d be able to kiss him. Did she want to kiss him? Absolutely.

“It’s nothing.” She suppressed the wince. Not what she wanted to say, but damn it. The truth wouldn’t come. Breaking things off with Simon hadn’t been nothing, but hell, there she was draped in chocolate and wearing nothing but a bandage top and a tight leather skirt.

“I doubt it.” Simon tilted her chin, forcing her to look at him. “We will discuss this later.” He stroked her bottom lip with his thumb. “Missed you, El. More than I thought I would.”

New Beginnings and Blisse Bunnies!!

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It's time for new beginnings! Those wonderful second chances that make life exciting and fun. Plus, Blisse Bunnies are so cute! I'm glad to be part of the hop. Click here to read the other posts and find the rest of the bunnies! Read the excerpt below and make sure you count up the bunnies. Could be one, could be more. But read on.

New beginnings and second chances are both integral to Best I Ever Had. There are three people who've been through a dangerous situation. It's what they do afterwards that is the turning point. Here, read on.

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

Available here

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Available here!

Have an excerpt:


Emma shrugged out of his shirt. The brisk air in the bedroom kissed her dewy skin. She fumbled with the zipper on her shorts. Sam grasped the frayed edge of her shorts and pulled. The scream of ripping denim ricocheted through the room. “No bottoms?” Sam crawled along her body and planted his knees on either side of her hips. He cupped her chin and nibbled her ear. “You shaved.”

Emma threaded one arm around his neck and spoke against his lips. “I like being bare.”

“I like you bare.” He took both her hands in one of his and arranged her on the bed. “You’re so wet.” His gaze seared her. “For me.”

“Sam?” Her heart pounded. “Make love to me, Sam. With Quint watching.” She held her breath. She’d known about Sam and Quint’s involvement for quite a while and she liked Quint. More than she should’ve. He’d hovered in her life for the past six months and become a fixture in most things she did. With him out of the room, things felt off. Yes, she loved her husband, but she loved Quint, too.

“I want Quint to watch,” she whispered. “I do.”

“Quint?” Sam dragged his fingers over her pussy lips. “You’re sure?”

“More than ever. He’s your lover, too. Why would I count him out?” The more she talked out what she wanted, the stronger she sounded. Being honest with herself and Sam comforted her.

“Em?” Worry and confusion shone in Sam’s eyes. “When? How? We were cautious.”

“Yes, you were, but even cautious gets people into trouble.” She arched her back, showcasing her breasts. “You started this fire. Don’t let it burn out. Have him come in here or finish me yourself.”

“Quint,” Sam shouted. “Quint?”

The door creaked and footsteps padded on the floor. Quint appeared over Sam’s shoulder. “You rang?”
“Pull up a chair.” Sam kept his gaze fixed on her and rubbed his cheek along her inner thigh. “Enjoy the show.”

After he exchanged glances with her, Quint eased the rest of the way into the room. “Thank you, Jesus.” He sank down in the beat up armchair. One hand palmed his crotch while the other hand gripped the arm of the chair. “About damn time. I have permission?”

“You have mine.” Emma licked her lips. This was real. Him, Sam, all of it. Her breath lodged fast in her throat. Their first time all together and she wouldn’t change a minute of it so far.

“Do you like having him here?” Sam flattened his tongue along her sensitive skin, grazing his teeth over her labia. “Like knowing he’s hard right now? Like me tasting you?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” she managed. Sparks shot from her clit to her lower belly and bounced to her brain. The sensation overload overwhelmed her. “Feels good when you stroke me down there. It tingles.”
“Fuck. So soft. Silky.” Sam palmed her breast and tweaked the nipple until she cried out.


“You’re mine.” He scooted off the bed and pressed her legs open. “Mine.”

“God, that’s hot.” The click of Quint’s zipper caught her attention. “Love this.”

“Our girl is hot as hell.”

Ten Line Tuesday!

It's ten line Tuesday and my ten lines comes from Best I Ever Had! Only .99 at the Turquoise Morning Press (it's on sale for .70!!!) store as well as Amazon! Check it out!

The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right?

Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

Available here or here!

And now for those ten hot lines!

“Did you hear something?” she asked. 

“No one’s here but you and me.” He nodded to the dining room table. “You heard the newspaper. Breeze caught it.” He stood then crossed the room to where she waited. “Going to use that on the patio? You do realize someone will see you sooner or later.” 

“I’m not worried about someone seeing me. The balcony walls are high enough. They might hear me, but unless you’re coming out to give me a hand, I’m on my own.”

“You never asked.” Quint touched her cheek. “The three of us could have the best times. All you have to do is say the word.” He brushed his thumb across her bottom lip then strolled back to his position on the couch.

Emma tipped her head and mulled over Quint’s words. He wanted to fool around?

Race Quotes of the Week

This week the circuit moved to California. I tend to dislike the bigger tracks if only because the cars get rather strung out and it's not as...exciting. This week? This ending? Holy crap! Okay, okay... here are the quotes and I'm including my "Doozy of the Week" at the end. Yes, there was a doozy!

“...On the bottom, he looks for grip and drive off the bottom...”

He’s spending a LOT of time on the bottom. Well, we know his preference.

“...Pickin’ them up and layin’ them down...”

Rough play. Nice.

“...So loose I can barely hold on to it...”

A little less baby oil might be a good thing.

“...A rim shot there...”

But he liked it.

“...Tight in the front but aero loose...”

Ooh! He really gets into his play!

And now for the Doozy of the Week:

"...four poles for him..."

Nice. 

Enjoy and stay tuned. There's always more where these came from. Grin. 

Set Ablaze with Morticia Knight!!!

I want to thank Wendi for allowing me to be at her blog today. I’ve had an awesome week. My new MM firefighter release, Set Ablaze, made the Bestseller list at All Romance today, so I’m very excited about that. It is also doing great at Amazon, and it just came out Monday. The numbers are wonderful, but that isn’t the only reason it makes me happy. This particular release means a lot to me.

My very best friend in the whole universe, and the person I live with, is a gay man. We’ve lived together for almost seven years, and I’ve experienced many of his ups and downs, know his past intimately, and we’ve shared our own trials and tribulations. When I decided to start writing GLBT themed romance, he was thrilled. He has been here with me from the beginning, and is a fantastic support system, as well as a source that I can turn to for accuracy. His experiences, as well as other experiences in my life, helped inform the intense emotional moments in this story.

I won’t get super intense with you today though, so I’ve chosen a racier moment from the book to share. Because love and romance makes all of the trials in life worth it, right? Set Ablaze is set in Mesa, Arizona, and tells the story of Tom, a young firefighter starting over in a new town, and Eric, the older Fire Chief coming out after twenty years of marriage. This is the scene where Tom accidentally walks in on Eric and catches him with his…well I’ll let you read and find out.

From “Set Ablaze”, available now from Total E Bound Publishing

It was ten p.m. when he arrived at the station, and his pulse quickened a little when he saw the light still on in the chief’s office as he pulled in the driveway. If he kept driving past the garage where the engines were kept and parked by the sleeping quarters, the office would be completely obscured from any of the guys on shift—even if they went outside for a smoke. Tom noticed a tan Ford Bronco parked at the end where the office was. That must be the chief’s ride. Exactly what he would have pictured him in.

Tom was about to continue pulling all the way in, when he thought of something. Maybe he could just drop in and thank Eric again for the opportunity. Who knew when else he might be able to see him without anyone else around?

Stupid. It’s late at night, I’m sure he doesn’t want to be bothered.

Tom sat there letting the car idle while he wrestled with his gut instinct—the one that was telling him it was a bad idea. Then a wonderful realisation hit him—he’d promised the chief he would drop off a copy of his most recent physical as he was stuttering and bumbling out of his office earlier. Tom put the car in park, and jumped out. He opened the back lift gate, and rummaged around for the paper he’d brought with him.

Yeah, it was still a little weird, but he could at least say that he’d seen the light on, and thought it would be easiest for him to drop it off on his way in to his shift. His heart thumping in his chest, Tom grabbed the document, parked his car properly, and started to walk towards the office door, surprised to note that his legs actually felt a little shaky.

I must be more tired than I realised, that’s all.

He reached the door to the building, and it was unlocked, so he went ahead and pulled it open. The waiting area and Keri’s office were completely dark, but there was a sliver of light coming from the partially opened door to the chief’s office. He heard a groan.

Oh shit, is he okay?

Tom ran forward and was about to burst into the office when he heard another voice, a younger male one.

“Oh yeah, you like that, don’t you, Mr Anderson? You like it when I squeeze your cock and play with the tip like that, don’t you? You see—you need me. I’m going to show you how much more you need me when I lick your balls and then suck the juice right out of your fucking huge cock. Here I come, baby…”

Tom heard an even louder groan, and Chief Anderson’s voice, “Oh God, Brad, I can’t believe how good that feels. But I…”

“You want me to stop? Is that it? Okay, if you don’t need my tongue doing this to you…”

Tom heard a whimper.

“Or this…”

What is he doing? What is he doing?

Tom was bombarded with a flurry of emotions—surprise, lust, jealousy, curiosity. He didn’t know what to do. God, the chief wasn’t straight after all. But if Tom got caught… He was so curious, but he didn’t dare creep any farther. He should just leave that very second.

The chief moaned some more, and Tom could tell the man was nearing climax. Christ, if he didn’t get out of there soon, he would be too. He’d need to get his boner to go down before he could even head over to start work. What a night! Tom turned around to leave, and bumped his leg against the magazine table. Without thinking, he cried out.

“Who’s there?”

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Morticia Knight Author Bio

Erotic Romance author Morticia Knight enjoys a good saucy tale, whether it is contemporary, paranormal, historical, ménage, M/M or BDSM - she loves it all! One of her passions is bringing people's fantasies to life on the page, because life is too short for even one boring moment. Her stories are volcanic in heat, deep in emotion, and sprinkled with doses of humor. When not indulging in her passion for books, she loves the outdoors, film and music. Once upon a time she was the singer in an indie rock band that toured the West Coast and charted on U.S. college radio. She is currently working on a Three-Book series called Uniform Encounters set in the Southwest that features those yummy men in uniform, and a steampunk horror ménage.
Catch up with Morticia at: www.morticiaknight.blogspot.com  or follow her on Twitter @morticiaknight and facebook: https://www.facebook.com/#!/morticia.knight

Rites of Spring with Jenna and Drake!

Rites of spring and all about firsts. Grin. My story, One More Night doesn't have a lot of first, but the characters do. Okay, most of them happen before the story, but you have to start somewhere. In the case of Drake and Jenna, they get a first time in the form of a second chance. Sometimes we don't get those second chances we want so badly to have. They do and what they do with it is so sexy. Here's a snippet:

“Drake?”
He dropped his arms and sighed. “Jen, I’m tired. I’m too old to play games, too fucked up to chase you. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. Say what you need to say.” Gritting his teeth, he hoped she hadn’t heard the fucked up part. Scars and mangled limbs aside, he hated being less of a man in her eyes.
“I never imagined things would be this way.” She picked at the hem of her dress and didn’t look at him. “For as much as I wanted to erase the past, you’re the one thing I can’t let go of.” Jenna straightened her shoulders and met his gaze. “I’m struggling to admit what I want, but I know I really do want that second chance. Madame Eve’s idea to put us together on this date wasn’t so crazy after all.”
“You want this one-night stand to keep going?”
“I do.”
His heart skipped a beat. He had her for the moment. Would she be strong enough to accept the changes in his life? Accept him fully? One thought came to mind—hope.

He's doing a first by giving her the second chance and she's taking advantage of a first--accepting who she is and what she needs. It seems like it would be simple--accepting who you are, but for some, it's really hard. That's how it is for Jenna. Her kink might not be as extreme as some kinks, but it can still be hard to understand. I hope you'll come along with Drake, Jenna, and me on this journey!

Here's a little bit more about the book:

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!

Well, there are rules below, but my personal rules are simple. If you do any of these: Like me on Facebook, Follow me on twitter, Subscribe to my newsletter and/or comment on the post and you're in the hat for a pdf of One More Night!

What's up for grabs for the big giveaway? 

1^st Grand Prize

Kindle Fire (international)

2^nd Grand Prize

$50 Amazon.com gift certificate

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Ten Line Tuesday!!

It's time for Ten Line Tuesday and I didn't want this week to pass without mentioning my newest release, Best I Ever Had. You might remember this started out as a free read over at Whipped Cream Reviews. I expanded the book and found some great surprises along the way. Check it out! Here's a little bit about the book:



The objective—keep her safe. No one said anything about falling in love.

All she wanted was a pint of ice cream, not to be a witness to a double murder. Good thing Emma’s got not one, but two, sexy men willing to keep her safe. As long as she can keep her hands to herself.

Sam’s mission? To find the man responsible for the murder. He’s not going to rest until the streets are safe, even if it means having his best friend guard his best girl. It’s the best option, right? Quint never dreamed he’d be attracted to his best friend’s lover…and his best friend. He’s got to keep his hands to himself all while figuring out what he wants from life, even if love equals Emma and Sam in Quint’s bed.

Is love in the cards or are they going to go up in flames before they get started?

available here!

And now for those ten lines!

“It’s always hotter than hell right before the sun goes down.” Emma Rhodes tugged the hem of her tank top. No amount of shifting would get the air moving between her shirt and her body.

“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.

“If you don’t behave, I’ll turn you over my knee and spank the sass out of you. Bet Sam would love to watch that,” he said with a wink and released her. “He’d watch and insist I make your ass nice and pink.”