Thursday, July 31, 2014

Thursday Tasters, July 31, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "Yearned as One"

Thursday Taster comes alive with a boiling passion. Again, I am continuing my story about Aynne Taylor and her love and desire for a giant of a man, Simon D'Istrafrio, who is an imposing figure of a black opera star in San Francisco. When last we left them, Aynne was waiting quietly, patiently, for Simon to join her at the Whitcomb Hotel in room 457.

Please read the excerpt of my WIP, Taylor Savior, for Breathless Press. Below, you will find all the other skilled wordsmiths offering up an excerpt of their own work in progress for your entertainment pleasures. Please leave me a comment and then have a visit to my prurient partners and have a sweet read.

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"As our flesh grew and yearned as one..."

This huge giant of a man, as black a man as black could ever be, withdrew from her arms gently. He pulled back and looked into Aynne’s deeply emerald hazel eyes.
“You are magnificent, a beauty that captivated me the moment I went onstage tonight. You glowed like a vision, put before me as though you were a destiny, of sorts, I should never refuse. You looked like a dream, a virginal iridescent lily, petals open – beckoning - in a sea of thorns placed before me to enrich my life, somehow.”
“Simon,” his name fell from her lips in a honeyed slow whisper.
He ran the back of his fingers along the soft curve of her neck at her jaw from her earlobe to her chin where he stopped and placed his thumb on her ruby lower lip. He slipped his thumb into her mouth, parted her lips then pulled her tightly to his form and kissed her deeply as he pushed his tongue between her lips. He withdrew his thumb and left the hot wet digit on her cheek as he kissed her magically in a new beginning. He ran his palm to the spaghetti strap of her gown on her naked shoulder, hooked it with his deft thumb and dropped the strap over her shoulder to her arm.
His lips, in a journey of discovery, trailed down her neck and planted a kiss on the rise of her bare shoulder. A deep throaty quiet undertone carried his words to Aynne.
"I hope I can show you how I feel, how profoundly I need you.”
Her auburn hair fell away from her face bearing naked the object of his yearning. She felt her fevered cheek blush at having heard his soulful desire.
The flutter of thousands of wings exploded in her heart and her breath seized. Her palms grew damp, nervous in anticipation. Even with her eyes now cast to the floor, her body betrayed her own paralyzed passions. 
Her breast tightened around a stifled scream, allowing but a whimpered "............please" to escape and fill the room with her heat. She reached out with an eagerness she had never known yet knew instinctively. Her arms opened without her willing; she reached for him and wrapped him in her impatience. He pressed responsively against her. His body, his scent, the slight glistening of his perspiration on her cheek, weakened her resolve and Aynne’s knees buckled under the heady weight of her desire. She sighed into his chest as he caught her falling body. In the trail of his scorching touch, Aynne’s skin came alive with hunger.
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Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday, July 29, 2014 ~ Stolen Souls

It is Tantalyzing Tuesday and I have pulled something out of my past for you: a pic and 200 words in a tempting tasty flash. Don't forget to have a visit to the other authors in this esteemed group tantalyzing you today.

And please leave a comment. It takes but a moment and is so appreciated. The link is below followed by an individual list of the participating authors and links. Enjoy ~

Stolen Souls
In the darkest of nights, with a heavy heart to match, she wondered how she had ever fallen so far from grace. There were no stars dancing across the onyx sky playfully; the alabaster moon was ashamed to light her way and hid behind the bashful marshmallow clouds as they reflected the city lights.

The only signs of God were the tears He had shed and left to dry upon glossy beaten pavement amongst the cigarette butts, dog shit and candy wrappers.

On Broadway’s corner, she stood next to the hot dog stand, wiggled her full hips playing the part to adoring eyes, and straightened her zippered leather mini. As instructed, she took the stairs to the bowels of the basement; she gathered her steely reserves, took a deep breath and told herself it wasn’t anything she hadn’t done for free in the past.
But, tonight…she felt hopeless.
A victim of her own bad decisions, she couldn’t seem to stop the falling cascade into oblivion. She was beautiful, intelligent, charmingly confident but painfully self-doubting. A soft touch, a kind word or unsuspecting gentleness won her loyalty.
However, money bought her love.
She tapped upon the soiled door in the shadowed black abyss, sighed, donned a smile and entered.
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Friday, July 25, 2014

Flash Fiction Friday, July 25, 2014 ~ Tasting Gold

It is Flash Fiction Friday and time for a great group of perverts to offer up some salacious samples of a 100 word story based upon the photograph below. They will all be different so make sure you have a tippity-toe to the prurient pages by following the linkie below where their names are listed one-by-one like tears on a pillow.

As always, we authors are staved for attention, so comments are welcomed and encouraged. Enjoy....xo

Tasting Gold
He watched as she danced.  Her arms were like gossamer wings open at once then closed around the alabaster swell of her full breasts below the long slow curve of her neck.  She tempted him with the ruby, red curl on her mouth which he knew to be warm, rhythmic and insatiable.  Her hips swayed suggestively. She drank champagne and let the nectar run from her lips down her graceful neck through her breasts.  She melted to the floor and poured it across her flesh, catching chilled gold rivers in her jeweled bellybutton.
The fluid pulse of her neck mesmerized his heart.
“No, hungry…..”

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Thursday, July 24, 2014

Thursday Tasters, July 24, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior "Lust at First Sight"

Last week, my Thursday Taster was taken from my work in progress, Taylor Savior, with Aynne and Simon's first face to face meeting and their subsequent 'encounter' in the Hotel Whitcomb, Room 457. It was a sexy sampling about this story's love between a black opera star and a young white woman. But last week's excerpt left some of you wondering how they met and how they came together, so to speak. I hope this short 'Taster" answers those questions.
This story is based upon a Flash Fiction piece some asked me to expand upon...and so I did. It is also being crafted for Decadent Publishing's Beyond Fairytales line based upon Grimm's The Giant and the Tailor which I was assigned to submit for publication. I hope this clears things up a bit, if not, then please just enjoy the excerpt!

And when you have finished my excerpt, would you please leave a comment and then visit the other participating authors modest clips of their WIPs via the link below. TTFN, enjoy!!

Taylor Savior
That was when she met him, at an opening night reception of the San Francisco Symphony.

The orchestra warmed up as the wealthy patrons filed into the theatre and were settled. She wore a flowing yet form fitted white spaghetti strapped gown with a backline to the small of her back above the well-rounded cheeks of her ass. The cascading neckline tumbled in silken folds to her abdomen which revealed her breath in the soft rise of her alabaster breasts.

She was of medium height with an envious Rubenesque shape most men admired: long, shapely legs nipped tightly at the ankle, full breasted with pert erect nipples stretched against the fabric of her gown, round hips that accentuated a narrow waist and a lovely pleasing back that joined all her sumptuous qualities. Her eyes reflected an emerald depth with gold flecks that edged to hazel and were framed by neat, arched brows that narrowed to her temples where her heartbeat announced the rhythm of her life. Her rounded cheekbones accentuated the graceful curve of her jaw line as it narrowed to a slightly dimpled chin below heart-shaped ruby lips. Her only adornment was a starkly white gardenia nestled in the curves of her auburn curls that caressed the pale white opaque flesh of her face. The heavy floral fragrance of the corsage announced her arrival. She glided elegantly to her aisle and settled, like a dove, into her center seat. She was alone.

The house lights dimmed yet she glowed, demurely, in the white gown as if she were unmistakably the main attraction.

She stared as he walked onstage: a towering, self-assured black man, arms outstretched in black opulent leather to embrace the audience, she felt to embrace her. His piercing gaze locked irresistibly onto her, in all her radiant purity. His intense black eyes seemed to declare his hunger.

The opera house erupted with his full bass-baritone harmony. He sang, it seemed to Aynne, to no one but her as she smiled quite involuntarily. Each throaty, reverberating note he released strummed every nerve to her very foundation.  His musical seduction began, and would surely end she thought, with her in his outstretched arms. 

Her petulant feminine petals nestled in the protective mound where her thighs joined. They slowly filled with her eager response and unfolded the protection of the essential pearl of her existence as she answered his desire with a blush.


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Tuesday, July 22, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday, July 21, 2014 ~ Fuck Bob

Hey, it is Tantalyzing Tuesday. A bunch of talented authors and writers get together and try to out do one another in only 200 words based upon a photo of their own selection.

I selected a photo that reminded me of my days in San Francisco and a bar-bistro like Fior d'Italia. Ever been there? Well, I have so have a quick read and see what I mean. 200 words goes fast. Then have a rambling sashay over to my prurient partners pages and read how they have taken on the challenge. They are listed one by one, like Martini olive toothpicks, under the group linkie. I like mine wet, but dry..two olives and a bartender with great sixpack. Enjoy...

Fuck Bob

I have wanted to fuck you since the first day you walked in here with Bob. 

I know. So did Bob. 

Really? Who told him, you? 

Yes. I wanted to hurt him; I wanted him to love me and he didn’t. He loved his wife.  All he wanted was to fuck me. 

Is that bad thing? 

Not bad so much as boring. Don’t get me wrong, I love sex…..and food, wine, movies, picnics in the rain and Ghirardelli chocolate. There is more to me than sex, though that is the best part of me. 

Why tease me if you really just want to be appreciated and not fucked for fucks sake? 

Because I want to have the sex you wanted to have with me the first night you saw me – with Bob. You looked at me like you wanted me, not like you couldn’t wait to fuck me. 

What if I tell you that’s the same thing?  

Well, you'd be wrong because it isn’t the same thing.  

What if I told you it was because you were with Bob; I want everything Bob's got. We can have sex and both fuck Bob at the same time. 

Now I want to fuck you. Fuck Bob.

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Monday, July 21, 2014

Top 10 Tips for Getting Your Book Published

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Top 10 Tips for Getting Your Book Published


One of the greatest book series of modern times was rejected over and over before it was provisionally accepted. Even Stephen King has had his share of rejections. Elizabeth Kostova made headlines when her first book, The Historian, generated a $1 million advance. It was big news because it had never happened before. New authors need to be prepared to face rejection many times over. There are ways to improve your publication chances but there are no ways to completely eliminate the chance for rejection.

Don’t scrimp on the pitch

Oddly enough, your book is not really the most important thing you will write. The pitch to the editor will need to be crafted with as much care as your book. When you submit your book for consideration you will include your pitch. This has to be enticing enough to get someone at the publishing house to actually read your book. A dull pitch and chances are your book will be dumped or deleted. At any given point there are thousands of books looking for a publisher. You need to make sure that your pitch to the editor stands out and catches their attention immediately.

Send it to the correct person

This is the 21st century so there is no real excuse to not know the right place to send your book. If it’s a cookbook then send it to the publisher of that division and send it to them by name. You can find all of that on their websites or through a Google search. No, it will not go directly to them but it will go to their assistant. Send it to the wrong person and there is a good chance that it will simply be ignored. Take the 5 minutes needed to locate the proper person and place.

Generate media buzz before you even send it off

This is a little tricky but not impossible. You can start building buzz on Twitter, Facebook and even Tumblr. A little pre-promotion and you can add that information to the pitch letter. Be sure and include information about where to find the buzz if you are sending a conventional letter; links if you are emailing.
If you are wondering how to do this, consider a novella. For those new to the lingo, a novella is a long, short story. Once you finish your book, write a novella to go along with it. Maybe some type of back story for a main character like Harry Potter. Perhaps you could craft a story about his parents and the events leading up to his arrival on Privet Drive. It doesn’t have to be long, just enough to generate interest. Posted to your blog, tweeted on Twitter and mentioned on Facebook is all that would be necessary to get some buzz going.

Try a smaller publishing house

Most new writers want the prestige of a major publishing house to accept their book. If you think about it, they get thousands of submissions, can only publish a few of them and favor established writers. This makes sense because any business prefers the sure thing to the unknown. Smaller publishing houses can be the perfect place for the new writer because they often have the opposite problem: not enough submissions. They also have the problem of losing authors to the big name houses as soon as they get established. They are far more willing to take a chance on a new author.

Consider a specialty publishing house

If your book falls into a specialty category, consider focusing your attention on being published by a house that specializes on your category. Rodale specializes in health and wellness. If that is the focus of your book then you should consider submission to them or a similar house. There is an added benefit here in that specialty publishers tend to be more adept at their specialty than a more general publishing house. In addition, those who read that category are probably aware of them and seek out their newest booklist.


Self-publishing has come a long way in the past 25 years. It used to be that so-called “vanity presses” were an embarrassing way to get your book published when no one else wanted it. Now you can just create your own publishing house, publish your book and go from there. Marketing and distribution are easier now than ever before and you can do quite well. In many cases authors have done so well that when big name publishing houses came calling they actually opted to decline and continue on their own. There is actually a publishing option through that sells books on a per copy basis.

Publish as an e-book

This sort of goes along with self-publishing but at the same time is in a class entirely of its own. While you can sell a physical book on a per copy basis, e-books have taken the world by storm. In May of 2011, Amazon announced that for the first time ever e-books were outselling physical books. This trend has continued and exploded since then. There are two primary reasons for this, cost and instant gratification. E-books are cheaper, we all know that. It’s the instant gratification that is the big hook. You select the book, hit the “buy” button and within a few seconds you are reading your new book. People love this and as a new and unknown writer the lower cost will make many people take the chance with you.

Hire a professional editor

Some people are very good at crafting a story or explaining complex issues so that a layperson can understand them. Unfortunately those people often aren’t the best at grammar and spelling. In other cases you might just need another set of eyes to go over your work. There are also times when you need to see if someone who isn’t as intimately connected to your work understands what you wrote. In all of these cases a professional editor can be very handy. Yes, once the book is accepted for publication it will be edited again; that’s great. If you are an unknown author you will want to put the best version of your work in front of the publisher so hiring an editor is at least something you should consider.

Write a book

Don’t laugh at this tip. You would be surprised at how many writers get so bogged down in the logistics of how to get their book published that they never actually get it written. They worry about publishing houses, editors and markets. None of those things matter until the book actually exists. You should consider everything else completely unnecessary. Personally, I find that the motto “One crisis at a time” works well here. Once the book is written then you can use the other tips presented here to get it published. Now pull out your keyboard, close out Facebook and write your book!

Don’t give up!

I started this by telling you about a book that was rejected over and over before it was accepted for publication. That author could have taken the first rejection….or the first 12 rejections…..and tossed the book into the closet never to be seen again. How much we would have missed if J.K. Rowling had given up on Harry Potter. Never give up. The next letter could be from the publisher who has decided to take a chance on your book.

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Saturday, July 19, 2014

Announcing a New Publisher and Reader Site Giveaway ~ Yellow Silk Dreams

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Thursday, July 17, 2014

Thursday Taster, July 17, 2014 ~ Taylor Savior

Today is Thursday and that means you all are in for a treat of momumental proportions. A group of fabulous writers give you a peek into their works in progress. This piece is from a WIP based upon the Grimm Fairy Tale, The Giant and The Tailor, I was assigned to write by Decadent Publishing. It should be done in a week, maybe two at the outside.

I hope you enjoy it and when you are done, please be kind: leave a comment for me and then have a visit to all the other participating authors to read theirs. The linkie and their individual name links are listed at the bottom. Love and Huggs ~  °*"˜*.✿.*˜"*°

'Fly with me into the center of the heat'
A bientot, mem’selle,” he had said. She hung on every word with rapt expectation for their next meeting as he moved into the crowd of admirers.
She watched as he worked the room, seducing male and female alike with his charisma and brilliance. He was a master in the simple ministration of his charm. He spoke with confidence, smiled at nonsensical nervous banter and made everyone most relaxed in his presence with an effortless touch.
The night edged on and she resigned she was like all the others, seduced by the sheer presence of the man. She sought out the Morrisons and bid them a grateful goodnight. She went into the library where her wrap was hung. A manly black hand extended and took it from her grip and as she spun, he curled her into his embrace with her shawl.
“My room key at the Hotel Whitcomb. The town car service I called to take you there is waiting outside. Room 457. Have I presumed too much, mem’selle?” as he pressed himself into her body and the key card into her hand. The low melodious tone of his voice melted any thought of resistance.
“I, ah…No, you have not presumed beyond expectation. I long to taste you; I ache to feel you inside me, truly, and I thank you for your discretion. The Morrisons are long time friends of my parents who don’t yet consider me a grown woman,” she smiled into his down-turned eyes and smelled his heat.
He ran his fingertips from the wrap on her shoulder down the inside of her arm to the soft swell of her breast and lingered. His fingers caressed her naked flesh under her arm above the cut on the satin of her gown. Her knees buckled under the weight of her desire and he caught her as she fell into his full embrace.
“Oh, God,” she breathlessly gasped and looked up into his dark eyes. “Do all women respond to you like this?”
“You are not all women. Go, now. I will be there within the hour. Sooner if I can get myself out of here. Room 457, do not forget. It isn’t written on the card.” He bent and put his full lips, so soft, warm and pliant, on hers in a sweet parting kiss.
Aynne reached up and touched his ebony cheek, in a promise, then left for the town car waiting out front.
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When he arrived, he wore a black, red silk lined cape black as he. He shed it to the easy chair and crossed the room in three long strides. He cupped her left cheek in his right palm, magically raised her to her feet in one motion, clasp her flute of champagne in his left hand, then set it on the table. He wrapped his left arm around her waist and pulled her into him and off her feet with a kiss. She melted to his will, sharing it beyond measure.
She thought she died in his embrace, time so seemed to arrest. And in some ways, she did die. She relinquished all that was she, opened herself to him and him alone in ways she had never before done or felt. She was electrified by his touch, magnetized by his kiss - destined to be his.
No, she did not die in his embrace but came alive in his arms.
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