Tuesday, October 22, 2013

Hump Day Humps with Until the Night

Read the other humps here!

It's time for the Humps! Here's mine from Until the Night - a sexy vampire menage.

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.

Available at

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.



Monday, October 21, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback WEEK SEVEN


This week was indeed a nail-biter. 54 yard field goal with four seconds to go? Who knew? My Bengals won, but you never know. Next week could be the killer. But we'll worry about that next week.  Now I believe it's time for some funny football!!!

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"When he goes down, he goes way down."
Just letting everyone know his skill set. 

"One on one open field tackle. Well blocked."
They were just "funnin'"

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Taking care of Eli's backside."
Aww. Such a nice dom.

"Misfired on some routes."
Messy. Maybe they get into that sort of thing?

"Multiple faces with the same expression - not again..."
Yeah. Not good. Not good.

"So many blitzes, so little time."
Ouch. 

"Double A-Gap Pressure."
Now which exactly is the A-Gap? Just checking. 


And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"When it comes to going and getting the football, he's got the knack."
Snort. Bet he liked the hammering. Liked it a lot and wanted more. Just sayin. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Seven!




Sunday, October 20, 2013

Blisse Kiss After Dark with Until the Night

 It's time for the Blisse Kiss After Dark. Read the other Kisses here. But first, here's my contribution, Until the Night. Yummy vampire menage fun!

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.

Available at

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.


Saturday, October 19, 2013

Spotlight on One More Night!

Time for a Spotlight. I love spotlights. All week Decadent Publishing is celebrating the 1Night Stand series. I got to participate with my story One More Night. I love this story and the characters. Second chance romance always gets me. So take a sample of the story and comment. All week, through all my blog appearances, I'm picking one random commenter to win a bracelet/earring prize pack. Yep. So comment and stumble the blogs. 

One More Night – a 1Night Stand story by Wendi Zwaduk
Contemporary, Short Story, M/F, Anal Sex
From Decadent Publishing

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

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

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

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

Available here:

A short excerpt to tempt you!!

“You bring out the bad girl in me. I forgot how much I liked it.”
If he shoved her panties to the side, she’d let him grope her there in the reception room. He resisted the urge to go too far and moved her dress to repair her modesty. “You’re good at being bad.” With the pads of his fingers, he stroked down the length of her leg and caressed her ankle. The crimson polish on her toes glittered in the fluorescent light. “You always did like bare feet.”
Her voice dropped to the husky purr he hadn’t heard in a long time. “My stilettos pinched my toes. Bare is more comfortable.”
“I’m glad you came back.” The old feelings welled in his brain, reminding him how he hadn’t stopped loving her. Ever. “You aren’t the same girl who walked out of here three years ago. Not really. I want to discover all the ways you’ve grown.”
“You’ve changed, too.” The husky tone of her voice trailed up his spine. Jenna traced the line of his lapel with her finger. “More poetic, less gruff. And you shaved.” For the first time since she’d set foot on the tarmac, she smiled. “I like the changes. They work on you.” She murmured in his ear, “I wouldn’t have stopped you if you kept going.”


Thursday, October 17, 2013

Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback - WEEK SIX - a little Late


The Bengals versus the Bills. Bengals on top. Nice. It was a messy win, but a win nonetheless. I'll take it. I'm late on the draw for this week's quotes, but it's been a crazy week... I'm on them now. 

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"He didn't have one of those little pink flags."
I love that the NFL is promoting Pink Ribbon Awareness, but yeah, this guy messed up and threw the wrong flag and thankfully we had the announcers to point that out.

"Throwing a rough block."
I suppose it's better than throwing a rough rod in there. Just sayin'.


And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Not gonna get anywhere watching the Quarterback's eyes."
I don't know. There might be some signals there he doesn't want to miss. Wink, wink.

"Here's the shot. Got him good."
Who knew play by play could be so X-Rated?

"Guns it over the middle."
Sounds fast and hard. My kind of guy.

"Man on Man coverage."
Yes, this is a play and a coverage style, but it sounds so hinky. Yes, I went there.

"Great hands procedure."
Sounds like an award or an insurance commercial. 

"Read the 2 deep zone."
Nothing wrong with going two deep. Six deep is fun, too.  

And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"Dislodges the ball and that's what effort gets you."
Sounds like he's holding in so tight it popped out. Kinky or really painful. You decide. 

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Six!




Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Hump Day Humps with My Immortal

Read more humps here!
It's time for the hump! Here's a hot one from My Immortal!


My Immortal
Contemporary, Erotic, Paranormal Romance
M/F
Totally Bound

What’s a girl to do when she finds out the man of her dreams is a 340-year-old vampire? Run like hell or offer her heart.


Being a vampire hasn’t been easy for Storm Richardson. He’s not programmed to kill or harm, unless he needs to feed. When he meets Stephanie 'Stevie' Persing, he knows he’s found his mate. But if he crosses the line between work and play, he risks losing the only person who matters—her.

Stevie’s been in love with Storm since the moment she laid eyes on him. He’s brooding, intense, and her one weakness. But is her heart too steep a price to pay for his love, especially when she discovers his deepest secrets?

Available here:
Totally Bound: https://www.totallybound.com/my-immortal?search=My%20Immortal
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/My-Immortal-ebook/dp/B004E10Y0M/ref=sr_1_2?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1317910275&sr=1-2
AllRomance Ebooks: http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-myimmortal-484645-139.html
BN: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/my-immortal-wendi-zwaduk/1104681207?ean=9780857152756&itm=10&usri=my%2bimmortal

AND NOW FOR THAT HUMP!!

“I wanted you naked, but I don’t think I can hold out that long.”

Stevie hooked her fingers in the waistband of his jeans and unbuttoned the soft denim. His cock sprang free and pointed to her like a beacon. She gasped. “You went commando tonight? A bit presumptuous, doncha think?”

An impish grin twisted his lips. “I planned to get lucky.” Storm pushed her simple cotton bra over her breasts and palmed one globe. Her nipple peaked under his feather-light touch. “Holding you is damned lucky and perfect.”

She wriggled in his arms and caressed his cock against her clit. The touch sent shimmers of delight through her body, concentrated between her legs.

Her brain refused to shut out the thrilling sensations and her common sense told her they needed a rubber. “Condom. We need protection.”

Storm fumbled in his jeans pocket and produced a foil packet. “I didn’t forget.”

Stevie giggled and ran her fingernail up the vein on the underside of his dick. “Now show me what you can do with this.”

While Storm slipped the barrier onto his shaft, she draped her legs around his slender waist and groaned. He took the lead from her and used the crown of his cock to tease her pussy lips. She groaned at the myriad sensations. When she wrapped her fingers around his girth, fear and apprehension coiled within her system. He wouldn’t fit.

As Storm licked the sensitive spot below her ear, his breath tickled her skin. “I have to make you more ready for me, sweetheart.”

His words fluttered about in her brain and his tender touches relaxed her body. He rubbed her clit then inserted his fingers into her pussy, making her shiver. Her legs akimbo, she ground against his hand.


“There, sweetheart,” he murmured. “Beautiful.”



Sunday, October 13, 2013

Sunday Snoggin with One More Night

Read the other snogs here!!
Here's from One More Night. Love this book. Hope you do, too. 

One More Night by Wendi Zwaduk  
1Night Stand Series 
Contemporary, Short Story
M/F, Anal Sex
From Decadent Publishing
Fear can blind. Will love show the way in the dark? All it takes is one more night...
Three years ago, Jenna ran away from what should have been the best night of her life. Letting her fear and shame get in the way of true happiness has haunted her ever since. It’s time to move on and put the past behind her. A date through the 1Night Stand service is the perfect opportunity to start living life again.
 When the love of his life slipped through his fingers, Drake hated to let her go. A near-death accident prevented him from going after her. But after three years of recovery and waiting, he’s ready to take back what’s his, and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep her from running again.
Can Madame Eve work a miracle or will love lose out to pride and fear?

Available here:
Decadent Publishing:
EXCERPT:
“Hello, Jenna.”
Holy shit, he is my date. A lump formed in her throat and she stared at the man at the bottom of the stairs. Drake Martin. The bane of her existence and the only man she’d never been able to get out of her mind.
She tripped down the final step and lurched forward. Instead of hitting the ground, she sagged into his arms and bit back a cry before righting herself. So much for confidence and poise. Few situations handed her curveballs the way being with him did.
With one clumsy move on her part and his answering grin, he managed to wipe out the aplomb she’d fought so hard to learn. “Steps are still your downfall, aren’t they?” He brushed a curl from her eyes. “I forgot how beautiful you are.”
He’d shaken something deep down inside her. The part of her she thought she’d buried when she walked away from him—the bad girl who let go of her past and craved his sensual punishment. “How did…?” Damn it. She hadn’t meant to sound clueless. “I mean, hi.”
“Hello, sweetheart. How did what?” His brows rose. “How did you end up here? That’s my fault.” Drake shrugged and the corner of his mouth curled into a half smile. “The airport has memories for us. I thought it was fitting.”
“Actually, I wanted to know how Madame Eve knew to have the plane bring me here—to you.” Her chest heaved and she took a few long breaths to calm down. “I haven’t told anyone.”
He inched closer to her, enough that his breath skittered on her skin. His eyes darkened. “I told her.”
Being around him was too dangerous. He knew things about her that no one else knew, especially where to cut the deepest. Even with all she’s learned since they’d been apart, trusting him still scared her. But damn, she wanted to fall into his arms. And not by accident.
Throwing her hands in the air, she shook her head. “Well, I’m here.”


Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Whip It Up with Elizabeth Coldwell!

Welcome Elizabeth! Make yourself at home. 

I’ve always loved to write scenes that involve food as part of sex play– in the first novel I had published,
Image credits: a chocolate fountain in Brussels (Chmouel)
back when dinosaurs roamed the earth, my heroine and the guy who was trying to impress her with his cooking found a whole new use for a bowl of Eton Mess – so when the call went out for a Total-e-bound anthology that would combine BDSM themes with culinary pleasures, I couldn’t wait to start fleshing out a storyline.

The setting, I knew, would be an upmarket chocolate shop. The jury is still out on whether chocolate actually has any aphrodisiac qualities, but there’s definitely something very sensual about the way it feels in your mouth and the way it looks when it’s liquid and glossy. And the people creating filled and flavoured chocolates have become so much more creative in recent years. When I was growing up, if I wanted an exotic chocolate taste experience, I’d treat myself to a Fry’s Five Centre bar, the filling of which moved from orange to raspberry, lime, strawberry, and pineapple along its length. (Mmm, I’m getting nostalgic for one right now…) But these days, you can find chocolates that contain the most incredible flavours, from Japanese yuzu to crispy bacon.

On my travels, I’ve visited a couple of incredible chocolate shops, which played a big part in the creation of More Than Vanilla. In Amsterdam, there’s the wonderful Puccini Bomboni, where you can try chocolates flavoured with black pepper, tamarind, tea, and thyme, alongside the more conventional fruity or alcoholic centres. But their creations pale in comparison to those of The Chocolate Line in Bruges. The shop’s owner, Dominique Persoone, describes himself as a ‘shock-o-latier’, and his creations are designed to make you take notice. He invented a chocolate shooter for the Rolling Stones that lets you snort chocolate
Image credits: Truffles (Wikimedia Commons)
powder, rather than eat it, and his ideas of flavour combinations include rice wine, soy sauce and sesame seed praline, basil, black olives and sundried tomatoes. He also fills his chocolates with lavender, Coca-cola, and fried onion (so wrong, but so tasty), among any other things. These weird and wonderful products ensure The Chocolate Line is always busy, in a city where every second shop appears to sell chocolate.
Slightly closer to home, I’m also a fan of Merry Berry Truffles, whose stall pops up at all the big beer festivals, and who flavour their chocolate pieces with an array of spices including ginger and lemongrass. They even have a product called ‘Scorpion Death Chili Chocolate’, so don’t say you haven’t been warned!
In More Than Vanilla, the attempts of Oliver Honeyman and Nina Lee to drag the chocolate shop they own in York into the Twenty-first Century prompt Oliver to experiment with some new flavour combinations similar to the ones above. To discover what works and what doesn’t, he engages Nina, who’s his submissive as well as his long-time girlfriend, in a very kinky taste test. Blindfolded, she has to guess what she’s eating, and if she gets it wrong, there’s a forfeit to pay. Here’s a little extract:

For a moment she waited in darkness, only the odd rustling noise breaking the silence. She caught the faint snick of the living room door being pushed to—not that they were in any danger of being disturbed on this quiet Sunday afternoon. Trust Oliver to be thorough about everything, she thought. Then he came close to her. He wasn’t wearing cologne, presumably so as not to distract her from any aromas the chocolate might hold, and she breathed in the warm, male scent of his skin.

“Open wide,” he ordered her, and obediently she let her mouth fall open. “Now taste this, and tell me what it is.”

Prepared to rise to his unusual challenge, Nina let the square of chocolate Oliver had popped into her mouth dissolve on her tongue. With the blindfold securely fastened over her eyes, it seemed her other senses had sharpened to compensate. The hit of cocoa was instant, intense and almost bitter. This blend had to be at least sixty per cent pure, she reckoned, far higher than anything they’d used till now. Following swiftly behind came a taste she recognised at once, subtle but still hot enough to leave her lips swollen and tingling, as though she’d been thoroughly kissed.

“Chilli,” she pronounced, confident in her answer, “and very good dark chocolate.”

“Well done,” Oliver said, the words of praise bringing a warm glow in their wake. “Perhaps a slightly stiffer test is called for.”

This time, she tasted white chocolate, soft and creamy. With it came a hint of something clean and herbal, naggingly familiar, but, struggle as she might, she couldn’t bring its name to the front of her mind.

“Sorry, no,” she said at last.

She couldn’t see his face, but she knew from the tone of his voice he must be smiling in satisfaction. “I thought that might fox you. It’s lemongrass.”

With his love for Thai food, it shouldn’t have surprised her that Oliver had chosen to blend chocolate with one of the staple spices of that particular cuisine. She wasn’t entirely sure she liked the effect, but she had to admit it was a bold experiment on his part, and one that might appeal to palates other than her own.

“And as you failed that test,” Oliver continued, “I’m afraid you’re going to have to pay the appropriate forfeit. Remove your blouse, please.”

The Whip It Up anthology contains stories by Wendi Zwaduk, Elizabeth Coldwell, Victoria Blisse, Ayla Ruse, Normandie Alleman and Caitlin Ricci, and is published by Total-e-Bound




Monday, October 7, 2013

Whip it Up with Chocolate and Honey...and a Contest!

Check out all the other posts here and comment so you're entered to win!

I am so excited to be a part of the Whip It Up Anthology. It's very cool to be in such great company. To celebrate the release of the anthology, we all got together to write posts about our contribution. My story is called Honey and Decadence. What's it about? Read on!

The premise of the stories was adding food play to bdsm sex. Interesting. So how is mine unique? The characters aren't typical. They have fetishes and desires that are a little off the beaten path. Sean likes food play in his sex. He likes to drizzle honey all over his lover.

By Scott Bauer, USDA ARS [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons
I think it's neat. I've never had honey on me other than when I've spilled it on my hand. The idea of having it licked off of me by someone--especially someone sexy--is cool. But Sean doesn't stop at just honey. He wants to slather whipped cream on his lover, too.
By Paul Downey from Berkhamsted, UK (Cr�me chantilly  Uploaded by Diádoco) [CC-BY-2.0 (http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/2.0)], via Wikimedia Commons
So what kind of woman wants this stuff on her body?

Roxy does. She's also more than a little in love with Sean. The trouble? He's her boss. He's also rather brooding and quiet. Not exactly the people person. So what's a girl to do? Play the role of a Nyotaimori. You might be wondering what the heck that is. Nyotaimori is the Japanese practice of serving sashimi or sushi from the naked body of a woman. Sean's not much into sushi or sashimi. He wants something a little more decadent.

He wants Roxy to play human dinner table. Will it work? Will she balk at the idea? Or will this be the first chapter in a white hot and a little sticky romance?

Here's a little bit about Honey and Decadence from the Whip It Up Anthology and stay tuned. As part of the prize bundle, I'm giving away copies of Savin' Me and Still the One. Check it out!

'Honey and Decadence' by Wendi Zwaduk  
In the Whip It Up Anthology
Total-E-Bound
Contemporary, M/F, Anal Sex, BDSM, Food Play, Fetish, Novella

Available here: 

All work and no play makes life boring…unless there's a dollop of whipped cream and a studded paddle involved. Then it's all fun.

Roxy loves her job at the Delight Tonight restaurant, but she longs for more. She’d rather find employment using her accounting skills. Her boss, Sean, has mentioned he’s interested in bringing her on as an accountant. Can she keep her wits about her or will she cave in to the blossoming feelings she has for him?
Sean doesn’t date his staff…ever. Except, Roxy makes him rethink his rules. She’s curvy, sexy and one of the few people he trusts. When he’s given the birthday surprise of his life, he knows he wants Roxy in every way.
Will getting her into his bed translate into a love to last forever, or a lust and chocolate-filled disaster?
Available here:
EXCERPT:
Talk about a great surprise. Sean picked up a second berry, then dragged it through the whipped cream. He licked the cream off the crimson strawberry but barely tasted the fruit. He focused his attention on the sight of Roxy, his fantasy girl, covered in food. Elias knew what Sean liked and how to come through in the clinch. Sean trailed his fingers down her leg. She shivered and stuffed her hands under her bottom. He couldn’t have imagined a better display for his birthday supper.
“So pretty.” He sat on the chair, then leaned over her and sucked one of the cherries into his mouth. She closed her eyes and her lips parted farther. The Nyotaimori girls weren’t supposed to react to the patrons—not in a traditional setting. But this, this was not traditional by a long shot. Sean dipped his finger in the whipped cream then drew a heart on her sternum.
Her cheeks flooded with colour and she whimpered.
“Talk to me, Roxy.” He dragged the other cherry in the fluffy white cream, then dangled it over her mouth. “First, take a bite.”
She curled her tongue around the cherry before pulling the fruit from the stem. Her brown eyes glittered and she moaned.
“So sexy.” He hooked his finger in the cake, then smeared frosting on her belly. The contrast of the perky blue frosting and her pale skin turned him on. He swiped his tongue through the sugary concoction, cleaning her up. His cock thickened and the blood rushed through his body. If they were in his bedroom, he’d do so much more with her. So much more.
“Don’t stop,” Roxy panted. She arched her back, offering herself to him. “Please?”
Oh hell yes, he’d take things further. He scooted to the head of the table and cupped her jaw in his hand. The sugary confection on his fingers smudged on her cheek. Time to tell her about their shared past and how much he wanted to give their future a try.
“You’re not wearing your red velvet mask.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, then licked her bottom lip. “It’s sexy as hell, but I like you better without it.”
“You remembered,” she whispered.
“I couldn’t forget.” He kissed her again, this time taking total control of the connection. He tangled their tongues and learnt her taste. When she moaned, he slid one arm behind her neck. “I want to play with you. More than anything we could do at Push and so much hotter.”

Her chest heaved. “Play?” The corner of her mouth curled. “I’d love to be yours for the night.”


Monday Morning Armchair Quarterback WEEK FIVE


I have no idea how we did it, but my Bengals managed to pull off the win versus the Patriots. I'm thrilled. I'm also thrilled to bring you these quotes.  

But first, let me mention the Honorable Mentions...those quotes that were not quite right for last week... or came on Monday night.

"That tight end is just about perfect."
Yes, yes it is and I'm enjoying the view. 

"Gonna chuck it down late."
Forceful. Nice.

Le sigh.

And now for those quotes this week. Some real zingers in this bunch.

"Didn't let him come up for air."
Kinky.

"Pile up for three."
A menage. Yes!

"Two balls right where he had to put it."
Always good to be all in.

"Good position."
I give it a 9.7 for form and 9.8 for style.

"Going deep across."
Must be trying out the positions in the Kama Sutra. 

"Got his left hand on it."
South paws are sexy.

And now for that Doozy of the Week:

"Got it out there in a hurry."
Hey, he's prepared. Credit is due.

Thanks for reading. Hopefully your team won and if they didn't, well, there's always next week. 
Stay tuned for my picks from Week Six!