Saturday, July 5, 2014

My Sexy Saturday: One Sexy Lady

Share with us this week those women aren’t afraid to show that they love someone. Pepper their existence with a clandestine rendezvous or a weekly event, show us why we love, love, love them. Share those scenes with us this week. From the moment our sexy lady meets their significant other, their first hot kiss, to the fulfillment of a dream, show us the wonders of finding, falling in love and loving your significant other.

This week, from Fruits of Thine

Blurb: Corporate retreats are dull at best, but when Carla is sent on one as a punitive measure, she isn't expecting anything to come of it, except a pink slip.

High in the Ozark mountains, nothing is quite as it seems and reality skews in interesting ways. The conference is too elementary and Carla notices people starting to go missing.

And the wild, incessant piping from the forest keeps her awake nights and stirs deeply buried desires... 

Seven paragraphs.

Clara sighed. “I had to decide whether I wanted to do this or not. This is so wrong on so many levels. I mean, you’re not even human.”

“Not beast, not god and yet not man,” he chanted. She wondered if it was part of a hymn to him. “Have you decided, lovely lady?”

Clara took a deep breath and looked into his liquid brown eyes, so hopeful and trusting. Telling him no would break his little goaty heart. The look of mischief that wrinkled his nose and titled his mouth ruined the effect. She laughed and decided.

“Yes. Yes, I want you. You’re beautiful and sweet. You’ve been sending me sexy dreams and making me feel less alone out here.”

Pan kissed her again, and she responded, showing him how she liked it, gentle, but firm. He filled her mouth with his tongue and then nibbled at her lower lip. Before she could protest, he pulled her close, in a superhumanly strong grip and kissed her hard, ravishing her with his mouth until her breath came fast and

“That’s the lady I’ve been watching,” he teased. “The one who glides about her day, half dancing, although there is no music. If I played, would you dance for me?” She looked him over and pushed him back to the grass. He gasped. “Women have changed a bit.”

“A bit,” she allowed. And she pounced on his mouth, running her hands over the dark, velvety skin and soft hair of his chest. Tiny whiffs of air across her cheek told her he was laughing into the kiss.

Friday, June 20, 2014

SFR Brigade Blog Hop :Starry Nights

This excerpt is from  Heart's Bounty.

Sometimes, love among the stars happens. Sometimes it takes a while. And sometimes it gets a little kinky. In this clip, Miho is paying off a debt by serving as a submissive for a party, and this is the get-acquainted practice session. He's taken a drug called Starlight, which means all he can see is stars. Rejan is his top's tutor and one of the hosts.

“Miho,” Rejan said, “we’re in the playroom. You’re going to be buckled out and flogged. Is that all right with you?” He reached out to touch Miho and gently raise his arms.

Miho thought a minute. He wondered what his Sir looked like. All he saw were supernovas and deep black. “It’s a hard start…”

“Only as hard as you like it,” Rejan assured him. “Your top has never held a whip before. Let’s teach him how so you both look sexy at Scream.”

“All right, Sir,” Miho agreed. He felt hands, Sir’s most likely, fumbling at the buckles on the cuffs and putting his wrists in. Sir strapped them tightly, but not bad. Miho was standing, facing some kind of frame, and spread-eagle.

The first lick of leather on his back was hesitant. It was obvious that Sir had never held a whip. The second thudded hard without a nice snap or bite.

“Like this,” Rejan said. “Put some wrist into it. Just throwing it at him is inelegant. Make it snap. The noise is part of the experience. This should flow.”

The next blow felt better, as if Sir had let it start at his shoulder and carry right on out through his wrist. Miho gasped as his hands fisted in the cuffs. The fourth was the same good snap and thud. His whole back woke up and begged for more. 

Prize Time

The Blog hop has Prizes! (I'm part of the second prize bundle!)
Please note, no cash or other alternative will be offered, only gift cards and books as stated.
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1st  $100 Amazon or B&N gift card, plus Tales from the SFR Brigade, Heart of Stone, Her Cyborg Awakes, Anja's Star, Silver Strife, Corwint Series 4 Book Gift Pack, Earth's Requiem, Alien Blood, Starwoman's Sanctuary, one book from Jessica E Subject's SFR backlist (ONE ebook title out of the following: Alien Adoration, Alien Admirer, Alien Lover, An Unexpected Return, Another Night Another Planet, Celestial Seduction, Crash Landing, Hey Santa, His Alien Virgin, Made For Her, Never Gonna Let You Go, Never Gonna Desert You, Never Gonna Say Goodbye, Satin Sheets in Space, Sudden Breakaway, or Unknown Futures), LodeStar Series Books 1-3 (Stark Pleasure, Creed of Pleasure and Captive of Pleasure), Reunion trilogy, Terms & Conditions Apply, Wreck of the Nebula Dream, Starheart, Kuralon Rescue, A Matter of Trust, Earth's Blood, Roman's Gold, Wolf Born, The Marann, Nightfall, Unrequited, Butterman Time Travel Inc., Legend Beyond the Stars, Hathor's Legacy: Outcast, Removed, Midwinter Crisis, Shlyer: Finding Home, Boyfriend's Brother, Surviving the Trap. (38 books)

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3rd  3 separate winners each receive a $25 Amazon or B&N gift card, plus Tales from the SFR Brigade, Heart of Stone, Her Cyborg Awakes, Anja's Star, Corwint Series 4 Book Gift Pack. (8 books each)

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And for anyone who leaves a comment here, please leave the title of a SF or Fantasy ebook from my backlist, and I will send along a .pdf format version (it's usually all I have of that). Because it's Litha and why should Yule get all the presents.

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Summer Lovin' Blog Hop 

Our Sultry Summer Offering

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We wanted to call this one Hot Delta Nights, but the titled got changed to Spellbound Desire.

On the Nightside of Memphis, werewolves teach college, zombies load trucks and private investigator D. J. is hard at work, finding missing persons, solving cases and drinking herself into an early grave. Then Bran walks into her office, asking for her help in destroying the demon Oeilett, and everything changes.

Something about the battered, scarred combat mage ignites all the lusty feelings D. J. thought she had successfully drowned in rum. The mana he exudes weaves a web of desire over her, clouding thought and making the sultry summer even steamier.

Bran’s body and face may be marked by his previous battles, but everything under the black leather kilt works perfectly, and D. J. learns there are more things in Memphis, the hellplanes and her own heart than she had ever imagined.

Plug: If you enjoy the excerpt, buy the book. If you want more of DJ's world, please check out Undeath and the Detective and Dominant Tendencies, both of which have short stories set in this universe.


Then someone stood up by the fire. I looked and saw it was Ian, our medic. He nodded to the mage working the music and the Southern rock cut out. A drum and guitar started up. Ian cut loose in a mellow baritone.

“Scots wha hae wi’ Wallace bled. Scots wham Bruce has often led. Welcome tae yer gory bed or tae victory!”

“His accent’s not half bad. Most of you Yanks can’t do Burns,” Bran whispered to me.

“What is it?”

“Unofficial national anthem, written by Bobbie Burns back in 1793.” He pulled out his pipe and lit it, and then wrapped an arm around me.

I didn’t like the song, about dying for freedom. I didn’t want to think about death, not tonight. Not on the last night I would have my first and only lover by my side. I snuggled in tighter to him. He bent down and kissed me. It only made me feel a little better.

Then he let go and stepped up for the last verse, his own baritone filling the yard.
“By oppression’s woes and pains
By your sons in servile chains
We will drain our dearest veins
But they shall be free.
Lay the proud usurpers low!

Tyrants fall in ev’ry foe
Liberty’s in every blow
Let us do or dee!”

Do or dee. Do or die. And tomorrow would be exactly that. Bunch of bonkers Celts, loving life and death equally, and singing about freedom and death like they went hand in hand.

I had another drink from Bran’s bottle. It didn’t help. I wished for my own rum, but that wouldn’t help either. Inside twenty-four hours, the man I loved would be dead or gone.

The thought set me back on my heels. Love. I’d never loved anyone. Mom and I had barely put up with each other while she was alive. She hadn’t wanted to have me, and despised being tied down by a kid, and she made sure I knew it. I tolerated Jinx, but was constantly annoyed at him. I loved Bran. I wanted him with me. I wanted to wake up with him, hear him talk about his family or work. I wanted the lessons he could teach me. And I wanted to make him happy. That thought was as foreign as the love.

I was D.J. Admire. I didn’t make people happy. I satisfied their curiosity, for a price. I found stuff for them. I relieved their minds. I made people dead occasionally. But I had never made anyone happy.

I might only have twenty-four hours, but by damn I was going to make them add up to the best day of Bran’s life.

Someone had done some serious research because we made it well into the second hour of singing with only Scottish songs on the menu. Food had come out by then, a roasted pig from a pit and platters of side dishes. Bran skipped most of them, and so did I, still feeling my burger, but grabbed a triangle of shortbread.

They had gone all out to make him feel welcome and at home. As the guest of honor, I figured that was right.
He sang and ate and drank a lot of the scotch. Everyone wanted a minute with him, for a well-wish, a blessing or just a moment to reassure themselves about tomorrow. I suspected that anyone who survived would tell their friends and nieces and nephews about the battle, and about fighting with Bran McKay, most powerful combat mage of our generation. And the tale would keep getting bigger, until Bran was a nine-foot-tall giant with eyes that flashed sparks and lungs like a bagpipe.

Finally, as the fire died down and the songs grew sadder and slower, Bran gave me a squeeze.

“I’m thoroughly ceilidh’d, love. I have other things to do before we get a good sleep.” He kissed me and announced to the others, “Thank you all for this. Ma couldn’t have asked for a better send-off. I think all battles should do this before. But now, one last song and then my lovely lady is going to drive me home, so I can sleep before I face the beastie. Clear mind, sharp spells and all that rot.”

He conferred for a moment with the mage at the sound, and got a nod.

“This song was written by one of Bonnie Charlie’s soldiers, imprisoned in Carlisle Castle. He was to be executed, so he gave it to his cellmate, who was to be freed to walk the twelve kilometers back to the Scottish border and thence home. His friend will take the high road, the road ordinary people travel, but he will take the low one, the road the faeries open for those of us who die far from home, so that our souls may speed on the way.”

Oh, hell. He was already talking like he was going to die. If Bran went into this thinking he’d die, he would.
He nodded at the music, and looked straight at me. His burr thickened and I wondered if this was what he sounded like at home when he wasn’t trying to make a bunch of Yanks understand him.

“By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond.
where me and my true love were ever wont to gae
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o’ Loch Lomond.”

I wasn’t going to cry, dammit. He could sing all the sad songs he liked, about walking the low road home, or about dying for freedom or whatever else he liked, but I wasn’t going to cry in front of a bunch of combat mages who thought I was a No-Talent weakling to start with.

I swallowed a lot on the walk to the car.


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Wednesday, June 18, 2014

Title contest!

Now that I have your attention.

The prequel to this story needs help!

The Help Retitle Angel's Newest Book contest is still going on. If you are new to the contest, the prize is a free ebook. If you are already a contributor to the Indiegogo campaign, the prize is the next reward level (if you're in for ebook, you get a paperback too) Prizes only if your title is selected.

I have a drunken, nonmagical PI on the trail of something that's killing children in Memphis. She has a rookie cop partner, with decent telekinesis and poor fireball control. Her help ranges from combat mages to Irish werewolves as she takes on an entire Wild Hunt.

The original title is _Dirty Toes_. Please make suggestions in the comments.

Sunday, June 15, 2014

Help needed

Are you watching me type my fingers off and wishing you hadn't missed the Indiegogo?
Or did you contribute but wish you'd had more?
Here's your chance!

I need a new title for a story.
Right now, it's called Dirty Toes, and everyone says that sounds like a foot fetish anthology.

Here's the blurb:
DJ Admire works the Nightside of Memphis and this case is as dark as she's seen. Six children, murdered in their beds on the full moon, all the flesh missing from their thighs. Now, she and her police-assigned partner have to find the killer before the full moon on Halloween, and her own hunt is running afoul of the Wild Hunt of the Autumn Court of the Sidhe.

Here's the deal:
I am taking title suggestions.
All suggestions must be here by next Monday, June 23.
There will be a vote for the title on Tues June 24
All those who submit will be entered at the $1 level of a "Thank you" in the acknowlegements
The winning title will be raised one contribution level. If you aren't in the Indiegogo, this puts you at the ebook level. If you already contributed, it boosts you a step in the rewards.

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Saturday, June 7, 2014

My Sexy Saturday: My Sexy Captain's Chair

Share with us this week those characters who are in charge and wield it in such a way that everyone loves them. Even those they think don’t. They don’t realize their power because it is natural to them. Right. These are the characters that appeal to all and each are different in lots of ways. Show us the characters that make our hearts sing, make us cry, make us wish for a better tomorrow…help us show them that they are more than the chair.

From "Breathe Deep"
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Blurb: Captain Salzoran and his merry crew haunt the spacelanes, taking what prizes they can. Years earlier, a chance encounter with a star yacht owned by one of the three Great Houses in the galaxy left Salzoran with a pretty green-eyed virgin boy in his cabin. He returned the young prince to his family, neither harmed, nor a virgin.

Now, although they have been apart for several years, Sharnil still remembers his pirate lover and misses him. Dissatisfied with his marriage and his life, he summons Salzoran to come and get him.

The designated meeting point is a pleasure station, built by Sharnil's father, and now hosting a month-long interstellar masquerade party and orgy. Here, on a metal wheel four miles in circumference, Salzoran must find his beloved prince amid thousands of costumed male revelers. And nothing is ever as easy as it sounds...

Your Seven Sexy Paragraphs:

I pressed him back against the bulkhead and kissed him. Oh yeah, the mouth was soft. Sweet, and gentle I kissed him, ignoring the hand that pushed me away, the twisting of his head.

“I’m not for you,” he protested when I let him up.

“Who are you for?” I asked, kissing his neck under the curls. “Some little girl who doesn’t know one end of a man from the other? Who thinks that pretty mouth should only be used for love poetry and chaste kisses under the moons?”

“I must stay pure! This marriage is more important than you can imagine.” Feisty brat twisted out of my hands and got across the cabin. “It’s more than my happiness, more than any mere pirate’s filthy lust. I am the only son of the Houses. She is the only daughter. There can be no error, no impurity, nothing to stop this
marriage. The financial and political stability of the galaxy itself is at stake.”

I cornered him and sniffed him again, trying not to laugh at his high opinion of his virginity. “That is why you smell of drink and intoxicants but not of whores. Any healthy boy would have spent at least half his money on the ladies at The Station.” I kissed his cheek, and down his neck. The smell of him was driving me mad, and I could feel he was hard against my thigh. “I won’t touch you in any way that she will. You will go to her pure and undefiled by women.”

“I’m hungry,” he stalled.

“Food’s there,” I gestured, steering him to the table by the back of his neck. I picked up a clusterberry and brought it to his lips. “Try this.” When he took it, I stroked his mouth. After a second, I kissed him. “You taste sweet, boy.” I caught a strip of roasted reptin, Klawk’s specialty. He took the meat from me more
willingly this time. I was tired of the game, and didn’t want to get messy. “Sit. Eat. Tell me what your father will pay for your safe return.”

Saturday, May 31, 2014

Forty Things Every Erotica Writer Should Try Once

This is advice that is often given to writers.
It's not a bad bit of advice. It can be stifling if taken too literally. All we end up writing are people just like ourselves. Or, we can treat it as an imperative to go out and learn about what we're writing about.

The best advice I can give any writer, after "WRITE!" is this:

Go Do It.

Very simple, and yet so very hard. It may require experimenting outside your comfort zones, stepping outside your sexual orientation, or braving a learning curve.

Go Do It.

1) Have Sex.
2) Have Anal Sex.
3) Suck a Cock.
4) Eat a Twat.
5) Receive Oral.
6) Be Fucked with a Dildo. A Butt Plug. A Vibrator.
7) Fuck Someone with The Same.
8) Try a Strap-On
9) Fist Someone
10) Be Fisted.
11) Try Shibari.
12) Try Suspension
13) Wear Handcuffs.
14) Wear Leather Cuffs.
15) Wear a Leather Collar.
16) Wear a Metal Collar.
17) Put Cuffs on Someone
18) Put a Collar on Someone.
19) Walk on a Leash.
20) Walk Someone on a Leash.
21) Take a Blow. From a Rubber Flogger. From a Leather Flogger From a Single Tail. From a Crop. From a Paddle.
22) Throw The Same Blows.
23) Try The Position.
24) Have a Safeword.
25) Have Clamps Applied. And Removed.
26) Apply and Remove Clamps
27) Have Hot Wax, Ice, Needles, Electricity Applied to Erogenous Zones
28) Apply Hot Wax, Ice, Needles, Electricity to Erogenous Zones
29) Be Slammed Against A Wall and Kissed Ferociously
30) Slam Someone Against A Wall and Kiss Them Ferociously
31) Be Put Through the Basic Submissive Poses
32) Correct a Sub Through the Basic Submissive Poses
33) Give Aftercare
34) Receive Aftercare
35) Start a Relationship
36) Break Off a Relationship.
37) Go On a Traditional Date.
38) Have a One-Night Stand.
39) Have a Threesome.
40) Fall in Love

My Sexy Saturday: Sexy Once Again

Have you ever created or read about a character who for some reason has lost that sexy feeling? Then suddenly, something happens and they are sexy once again? I’m sure many of you have heard about it. After all, there have been many popular movies about it.  Those stories are all about the characters. Something has happened in their lives that they don’t think they will ever come back from it.

Tiochfaidh Ar La
$1.99 from Storm Moon Press
Or the Carved in Flesh anthology 

Blurb: Tiocfaidh Ár Lá—"our day will come"—was the cry in Joe Colson's heart, even as he fled his beloved Ireland to hide from his crimes in the States. He'd assumed his chances for love were long past when a much younger man rekindles something in him he'd thought long dead.

Ryan cleaned up the plates, rinsing them in the sink before putting them back
in the bag. "Yeah, I gotta go. Bad section of code tonight. I swear, sometimes I think
they let chimpanzees code it and then hire me to make it work."

As Ryan passed Joe's chair, Joe reached up and caught him by the arm.

"Ain't a date without a good-night kiss." He tugged a little, and Ryan bent right
down. He kissed the kid and found out that Ryan did know how to kiss. When his
tongue touched the boy's lips, Ryan opened up and let him right in. Joe tasted him, all
warm pudding and soft mouth. Somehow, as they kissed, Ryan ended up straddling his lap, kissing back, his tongue in Joe's mouth, his arms around Joe's neck.

They parted and stared at each other for a second, and then Ryan plunged
right back in for another kiss. Better than the first, that one left Joe hard and ready.
Ryan ground against his erection, and Joe gasped into the kiss.

"Oh no!" Ryan moaned. "I'm gonna have to loop the surveillance now." He
gave Joe a small peck and tucked his card into the breast-pocket of the uniform shirt.
"Call me when you get off."

Joe chuckled at that, and Ryan realized what he'd said. He turned bright red
and face-palmed.

"I'll call," Joe said. He watched as Ryan fled for the safety of his office and the
chimpanzee code. Once the boy was gone, he laughed for the first time in years. Ryan
was cute and sexy and wanted him. He put the bag of dishes away, set his hat on his

head, and went off on his rounds to finish the shift.

Monday, May 26, 2014

Busy time

I haven't fallen off the map.
I've just been busy. I had a couple of "I'm on the 19th hour of an 18 hour bra" days.
Facebook is easier for reposting something quick. Here, I feel obligated to provide actual content.

So let's talk about how I do social media

I have:
This blog,

Anything I post here automatically goes to Google+, Twitter, Goodreads  and Facebook. There is a feed to LJ (not that anyone follows it)

Anything I post at Dreamwidth mirrors to LJ.
Everything posted on LJ mirrors to FB and Twitter
The drawback here is that Dreamwidth doesn't have an easy picture upload, so I can't do photodumps.

Pinterest mirrors to Facebook and sometimes I crosspost to LJ or Tumblr.

Some of my Goodreads activity mirrors to Facebook.

Tumblr? I'm still figuring out Tumblr.

Basically, Livejournal is still your best option for following me. But most of its content gets sent elsewhere as well.

Current projects:
Finishing The Sweet Science
Dirty Toes picks up June 1.

Saturday, May 24, 2014

My Sexy Saturday: Doing Sexy

 From the moment our couple meets, their first hot kiss, to the fulfillment of a dream, show us the wonders of finding, falling in love and loving your significant other. Show us how they come into their own as they learn and understand just why the other part of them finds them very sexy…naturally.

Today's excerpt is from Nikolai
Nick has just been arrested and is in holding.

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He moved slowly, with his head tilted, looking obliquely at the new man who’d just been shown in: early forties, close-cut hair just showing the first salt and pepper, the mustache and goatee showing the same.

Nick looked especially hard at the eyes, mouth and hands. The eyes were dark, Mediterranean-looking to match the olive skin, and seemed to see right through him. Greek, maybe, he decided. He ignored the little voice, instilled by church and reform schools and all  the other religion peddlers, that insisted the gorgeous man before him could be nothing but a nephil, the son of a woman and a fallen angel.

His mouth was half hidden by the facial hair, but the full bottom lip had a sensual look, kissable, making Nick wonder how it would taste. A small, slightly cruel smile played over his lips and Nick had the feeling it seldom left. He suspected when this man really smiled, it was a rare sight, and when he frowned, the very buildings trembled.

The hands, now there was the enigma. They were large and elegant, with long tapering
fingers that looked just slightly calloused. They weren’t the hands of a hard laborer or the idle rich. Nick couldn’t place them. They went with the very expensive suit.

“Nicholas Boyd?” The newcomer’s voice was not as deep as he’d expected and sounded
half-amused, as if he knew who Nick was and knew that Nick knew he knew it. Nick recognized it as the voice from the pawnshop.

“Yeah. What do you want?” Cops didn’t dress this well, and until he knew more, Nick had no intention of cooperating, despite the voice that sent goose bumps all over him and made his gut knot in anticipation.

“I have a proposition for you.” ~~~