Tuesday, September 30, 2014

Tantalyzing Tuesday Teaser, September 30, 2014 ~ Surrender

Tantalyzing Tuesday is a group of very talented and sexy writers, Tantalizing even.  We are going to tease, tantalize and ignite your fantasies with a short tale, based on a photo of our own selection and 200 words, no more ~ no less.  Well, as you might expect, I love this fabulous group of writers so I hope you enjoy the read...........

When you are finished with me, please leave a comment and go have a read of my prurient partners with their creative posts.  Bye-bye for now.

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Here. Now, I want you... 

I want to watch a look of complete passionate surrender overtake you. I want to feel my velvet folds move you to places we can only explore together... 

I want to sit astride you, so I can see you. And I want to ride you to the edge of the abyss, where we hang in that sweet incalculable moment; that moment of wanting to tumble over, to plummet, but wanting even more to NOT...to have it last as long as we can stand it, there on the edge of cataclysmic satisfaction, but holding it off, and holding it, and.... 

I want to hear you gasp and sob, crying my name. I want to watch your body spasm and lurch just before I fall against your chest, our bodies pushed together.  In the heat and the fertile humidity, my hair cascades in fiery curls across your face and I breathe you in. I breathe our sex in, rich and earthy: the smell of fresh baked bread. Us, yes, us; our smell, our wonderful unique particular aroma...hmmmmmmm 

It is to be loved, my darling, it is for loving...It stays with me, my love, you stay with me...



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Monday, September 29, 2014

Cover Reveal: Little Boxes by Celia J Anderson

Cover Reveal
Little Boxes
Celia J Anderson
 Release Date by Tirgearr Publishing on the 4th November
Suddenly bereaved, Molly White realises that she has never really known her feisty husband Jake when random boxes begin to appear through the post, each one containing a tantalising clue to the secrets of Jake and Molly’s past. Someone who knows them both well, for reasons of their own, has planned a trail of discovery. The clues seem to be designed to change Molly’s life completely, leading her around Britain and then onwards to rural France and deepest Bavaria.
Meanwhile, waiting in the wings is Tom, a charismatic artist who runs a gallery in the same town. Strong, independent and wheelchair-bound from the age of fifteen, he leads a solitary life and has no idea how devastatingly attractive he is to women. When Tom meets curvy, beautiful and funny Molly, he knows that she is his dream woman, but she seems way out of his orbit until the boxes start to weave their spell and the two of them are thrown right out of their comfort zones.
Little Boxes

Author Bio:
After years of searching for the perfect job, I think I’ve finally found it in teaching, especially since changing to part-time hours to leave more space for writing. Let’s face it, where else do you get paid for reading stories, playing with glue and paint and making small people laugh? Over the years I’ve child-minded very contentedly, taught cycling proficiency (forgot to mention at the interview that I was still learning to ride a bike, but they found out quite soon), stamped books in a library, sold second-hand maternity clothes, dabbled in mental health care, to name but a few of my jobs.
When I’m not marking books or writing, I spend far too much time on Facebook talking to other, much cleverer writer people. I also blog as part of The Romaniacs online writers’ group. These are the ladies that make me laugh and keep me sane when I think I’ve run out of steam. My ultimate dream is to have children’s books published too.
The rest of my non-writing time is taken up with running Upstage – a children’s drama group – cooking, eating and walking off the damage. I live with my husband and deranged cats in South Derbyshire but, sea-starved in the depths of the Midlands, I can often be found striding over the Quantocks or wandering happily around Brighton visiting my two daughters and pretending to collect ideas for my next book.

Friday, September 26, 2014

The Bear Treatment ~ Doris O’Connor ~ September 26, 2014

The Bear Treatment


Doris O'Connor

Thanks so much for having me here today with my new release The Bear Treatment.

How do you make a move on your cousin’s best friend? That is my hero’s dilemma in the Bear Treatment. He has known Louisa since she was knee high, but she has only ever given him the death stare. Besides, his cousin would have had his pelt for a rug, had he tried anything.

Then there is the small matter of his being a shifter, and the whole council rules—not that they bother with him much. His family are not precious pure bloods. In fact, most of his side of the family can’t even shift anymore, their blood lines too diluted by centuries of mating with humans.

None of that would matter, however, if Louisa showed the slightest interest in the lifestyle. Instead she has only ever expressed disgust, despite all his instincts screaming at him that she is a natural submissive. So imagine his surprise when she turns up in his spa, and books an introduction into wax play.

Blow this bear shifter down with a grasshopper, there is no way anyone but he will give her that taste, especially as she’s just been dumped by another sorry excuse of a dick, who didn’t know what a precious gift submission is.

Still, it saved Luke form tearing the man limb from limb, and now that he’s got his girl where he wants her, nothing and no one is going to stop him from giving Louisa the bear treatment...
The Bear Treatment
The Bear Treatment 
There’s nothing quite like being dumped by another good-for-nothing boyfriend to focus a girl’s mind. Fun has been missing from Louisa’s life for far too long, and a bit of wax play at the spa-with-a-difference is just what she needs to take her mind off her birthday.

What can possibly go wrong? It’s not as though the man she’s been secretly lusting after for years would turn up and see her in all of her wobbly bits glory, or give her one mind blowing orgasm after the other, is it?

That would mean she is getting the bear treatment. You know the one—ends up being mated to one droolworthy, dominant, bear shifter—and ticks off the council no end. One thing’s for certain. After this birthday nothing will be the same again.

Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, wax play, anal play

When he bit down on her clit her orgasm rushed through her with so much force that she screamed and bit her lip hard enough to taste her own blood, in an effort to muffle that scream.

They were on top of a crowded restaurant, for God’s sake. If she turned her head she could see the people dining below. All it would take was for one of them to look up and they would see her sprawled along the table with Luke once again lapping at her cream as she gushed her juices into his waiting mouth. The thought that one of the diners would look up, made her orgasm burn hotter, and with her body still shaking in delicious aftershocks she almost didn’t notice the slight pressure against her little puckered hole until Luke slipped a slick finger wet with her own arousal knuckle deep into her ass.

She would have bowed off the table had his hot hand on her tummy not held her down, and she lost herself in the heated stare of his golden eyes as their gazes connected.

“That’s my girl.” His voice had dropped an octave, dripping in lust, and her body went limp under his possession. “This ass and this pussy are mine to do with as I please are they not, my sweet Lou?”
He pushed deeper into her butt, and she gasped at the burning pain of another finger slipping past that ring of muscle. Discomfort gave way to heat when he started to thrust those two fingers in and out of their tight confines, and added the thumb of his other hand to her clit and rubbed that sensitive bundle of nerves in small circles designed to push her over the edge once more.

The strange sensation in her ass awakened unused nerve endings, and she clamped around his digits, increasing the heady sensations bombarding her.

“That’s it, my sweet. Ride those fingers. I can’t wait to see your little hole stretched with a butt plug to prepare you for my cock, and you will let me take you back here, won’t you?”

The veins on his neck stood out, his smile showed his fangs, and with the eyes of his bear looking down on her he never looked more the wild animal he had inside than right now. The thought should have terrified Louisa, but instead it had the opposite effect on her. She was his prey, his for the taking, and the thought turned her on even more.

“Yes, yes, God yes, I’m yours to do with as you please, Sir.”

Her whispered answer made him step up his assault on her senses, and everything inside of her drew tight as she climbed up those rungs of lust until the world narrowed to just the feel of his fingers in her ass, and his big body covering her.

Luke bent closer, not once slowing his fingers as they fucked her into another orgasm, and then he kissed her. His tongue mimicked the action of his digits, and she kissed him back until her lungs screamed at her they needed air, as her body shook in the grip of the tremors wracking through her. She winced when he withdrew his fingers from the tight clasp of her ass, and then gasped when he shrugged out of his shirt. The man’s torso was magnificent and sprinkled with liberal amounts of hair that she wanted to run her fingers through. His pectorals flexed as he threw the shirt across the room, and she let her gaze admire the play of muscles. The way his hair thickened to a dark trail that acted like a beacon to his magnificent cock. Despite her earlier attention to that particular body part, he was once again erect. Veins ran along the length of the impressive organ, and the thick mushroom head glistened in the muted lighting of the room. Louisa licked her lips, suddenly desperate for another taste of his salty musk, and Luke laughed. Low and menacing, the sound was more animal than human, and set her arousal to fever pitch.

“Not this time, my sweet. This time I want to bury my cock into your tight cunt. I want to see your lips stretched around my girth, as you struggle to take all of me, but you will, won’t you, pet? You’ll milk my cock like the good little subbie you are, and you’ll gush your cream all over my dick again and again, won’t you?”

“Yes, Sir.” How she managed to force the words past her kiss swollen lips she would never know. Her gaze was riveted to his cock, where Luke was fisting himself slowly. He squeezed the tip of his dick until his pre-cum slid on his fingers and with a wicked grin held those digits up to her mouth.

Louisa opened up eagerly, only too willing to taste him again, and she groaned when he hooked those fingers inside her mouth holding her in place while he ran the tip of his erection through her wet slit repeatedly. He bumped into her clit at every upstroke, sending jolts of electricity through her system, and her nostrils flared as she tried to breathe through her nose.

“Look at me, pet.”

His rough command made her eyes snap to his again, and she swallowed hard around the digits in her mouth. The intensity of his golden gaze was hard to take, as he pinned her in place with the sheer force of his will.

“You’re mine, and when I sink my cock into your cunt, I’m going to sink my fangs into your flesh and mark you as mine.”

Author Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris… at least that’s what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.

There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.

She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.

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Flash Fiction Friday, September 26, 2014 ~ Prairie Orchid

Flash Fiction Friday and the creative author group at Will Blog For Sex, is back today to entertain with their missives of 100 words or less based upon the photograph below. I think you will enjoy all of our creative interpretations. Mine ran a little long, but where to cut? Not from her and certainly not from our cowboy.  But, I did. See if I left enough to play with. Oh my, oh my.... 

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Prairie Orchid
He leaned against the house, one arm behind his back, and watched her fondle herself in the humid, prairie air. Her lips parted in a seductive beckoning and she released a soft moan into the clouds as her quintessence escaped her body. His desire for her was obvious, the bulge in his jeans belied his casual manner. Her arm outstretched gracefully, in a single floating motion; palm open invitingly, she turned her head to him and smiled.

“What’ve you behind your back?”

“Wild prairie flowers for a prairie beauty. What’ve you in your hand?”

“A prairie orchid for a cowboy……………..”

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City Nights: One Night in San Francisco ~ Cass Peterson ~ September 26, 2014

City Nights: One Night in San Francisco 


Cass Peterson

Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?  #erotica #romance

One Night in San Francisco
‘That feels just amazing,’ he whispered, ‘but I really can’t. I’m sorry – I can tell you’re something of an expert in your field.’

I giggled. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment; not that I go around rummaging under men’s blankets on a regular basis, you understand.’

‘Of course not. Look, I’m in San Fran for a week – I’ll give you my card and you must call me if you’re staying long enough for a meet up? I’m free tonight, if you’d like dinner, maybe?’

‘That’d be nice – I’m only here for one night though. I’m on my way to stay with my brother in Southern California tomorrow evening, but I’ve never seen the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, or the cable cars so I decided to stop off in San Francisco on the way and be a tourist for twenty four hours.’

‘Good place to have a brother.’

‘I know – he’s an actor. He lives somewhere in the hills in a huge house called Coast Starlight. He did tell me why he named it, but I can’t remember. Something sentimental, I’m sure – he’s a big softie.

‘It was a nice idea to have a pit stop in the City first.’

‘Jack paid for it – this is his treat. He’s doing really well these days. I’d never have afforded it otherwise. I’ve brought him some great presents though to remind him of home. Marmite, a novelty big red bus moneybox, that sort of thing.’

‘Sounds great. Well, I’d love to see you later if you’ve got time? Will you ring me?’

I dimpled at him. ‘Might do. But you don’t even know my name. And more to the point, I don’t know yours.’

He grinned back and reached for my hand, turning it over and kissing the back of it so lightly that I’d have thought I’d imagined it if my whole body hadn’t begun to throb with pleasure at the touch of his lips. He began to work on my fingers, taking each in his mouth by turn and sucking gently until I was almost at the combustion point again.

‘You really are a find,’ he said.

‘A what?’

‘A find. A lovely woman, easy in her own skin, sensual and ready for anything. I bet if I lifted you across my knee now and lowered you onto my cock, you’d come in seconds.’

‘Hmmm. Well, I’d like to answer that one, but it’s a long story.’ We were still whispering, but I noticed one or two nearby people starting to stir and look around to see who was disturbing the peace. ‘Are you going to give me your phone number then, or what?’ I murmured, mind agonizingly full of the images he’d put there. I took the outstretched card he offered after a brief rummage in his pockets, and tucked it away in my bag.

‘Oh, and I’m Liam,’ he said, as an afterthought, ‘I’m a literary agent. I specialize in crime thrillers.’

‘Hi Liam. I’m Nicky. I’m thirty two, I guess I specialize in crime too – I’m a solicitor.’ He laughed and squeezed my hand, keeping hold of it and linking his fingers in mine. Settling down, we leaned together like old friends, and soon both drifted into sleep.

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Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.

She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.

Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.

Thursday, September 25, 2014

A Taste of Thursday, September 25, 2014, Taylor Savior "Lilly"

Oh, look, here we are again...It's Thursday and time for a taste of my WIP, Taylor Savior, for Decadent Publishing based upon the Grimm's Fairytale, "The Giant and the Tailor".

Let's pick up where we left off last week. Aynne is in Chicago to talk to her once upon a time lover, Simon. She has just divulged that she has a ten year old daughter, Lilly, and has never married. Simon, unaware at first, raises an arched, suspecting eyebrow. Is the child the best blend of two lovers lost in their passions? Let's see how the conversation progress now that secrets are emerging from the shadows...
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Read Previous Installments Here:

First    Second     Third     Fourth     Fifth     Sixth     Seventh     Eighth
"I have three of my own – a boy and two girls. Sadly, we are sorely out-matched and out-witted by the girls. Before their mother went into hospice, we were out-numbered by the women, too! Anyway, yes! Please, I would love to see a picture of your little girl. I bet she is just as beautiful as you.”
“Simon, I am so sorry; I didn’t know your wife so ill. I am so, so sorry; I never would have come…”
“She was ill a few years ago with breast cancer. It was fairly well known in this area but probably not in San Francisco. We established a foundation when she beat it the first time. We renamed it in her honor last month as a tribute to her strength and fighting spirit. However, cancer is a silent partner and comes and goes without invitation or permission. She had more time with us because she did beat it last time. For that I am grateful, especially for the girls. They need their mother. Before she went into hospice, this time was a blessing for me and the children. That was a gift. We are stronger now, but miss her already.”
“Yes, cancer is a malevolent opponent. Here, here is Lily,” Aynne said as she extended the photograph to Simon with a nervous hand.
“Aynne, you are shaking…”
He gave her trembling hand a reassuring squeeze and took the picture from Aynne’s outstretched hand and turned it so that he could see the little girl. He looked at the photo for what seemed like a long time to Aynne. He took a deep breath and sighed, dropped his hand holding the photograph to his lap and then turned his head to the window. He gazed out the window for an equally long time.
Aynne’s breath caught in her chest the moment he took the picture of Lily. She froze, froze in a time across the decade when she first lost her heart to him.
“Aynne, she is beautiful; she is a beautiful child. She looks like you.”
“And you…”
“Yes, I see that, of course. Aynne, why didn’t you tell me? I would have helped you."
“I know I should have, Simon." 
"I deserved to know. You should have told me.”
"I am so sorry, Simon. It was a war I waged with myself daily and lost through indecision. At first I was too proud, then I was too scared and finally it just boiled down to being afraid. I was afraid to tell you. That was the hardest decision for me, Simon. I know I should have told you about Lilly but, I just couldn’t. You were married. We – you and I – broke a vow that night so willfully, so selfishly. I came to the conclusion, wrong though it may have been, that I couldn’t ask you to break any more vows with me or for me. And to tell you might have caused you more harm, harm to your family – your wife – I just couldn’t. I wanted to, truly I did, but I couldn’t.”
“Well, that is in the past now. And while not intending to, I deceived you as well.”
“I find that hard to believe, Simon. We spoke little but it seemed all so real, pure and undeniably true at the time.”
“The truth is,” Simon began, “I was separated from my wife. I was not thinking about her the night when I met you and I just could not deny myself being with you. When I came on stage that night so long ago, you looked like a porcelain flower, surrounded by nothing but shadowed darkness. You seemed to glow and I was immediately drawn to you - infatuated, I suppose ~ perhaps    hypnotized. I wanted nothing more than to touch your hem and drowned in your scent. And then you smiled at me.”

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