Out Now – Multi-Orgasmic: A Collection of Erotic Short Stories by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) #erotica #erotic #ebook #ku #kindleunlimited

multiorgasmicBlurb:

From the pen of award-winning erotica author Lucy Felthouse comes a collection of short stories and flash fiction sure to hit the spot.

There’s something for everyone nestling between the pages of this sexy anthology. From spanking to voyeurism, bondage to pegging, solo loving to ménage, with a sprinkling of femdom, maledom and magic, fans of M/F erotic stories will soon discover why this book is described as multi-orgasmic.

Enjoy twenty one titillating tales, over 52,000 words of naughtiness packed into one steamy read.

Please note: Many of the stories in this book have been previously published in anthologies and online, but three of the tales are brand new and never-seen-before!

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Excerpt:

Private Jesse Bagnall glowered and muttered to himself all the way to the mess. He’d just been bawled out by Corporal Roxanne Grey—yet again—and he was getting seriously fed up of it. He knew he wasn’t perfect in the drill exercises, but then nor were any of the other guys. It was like she was singling him out and aiming all her abuse in his direction. Being shouted at was to be expected in the army—it was almost part of the job description—but Corporal Grey’s attitude was bordering on discriminatory, and he didn’t know what to do about it. Especially without looking like a total pussy.

Spotting some of his closest friends at a table towards the back of the mess, he caught the eye of one of them—Matt Kay—raised a hand in greeting, then got in line for his food.

Several minutes later he loaded his cup of tea onto his tray along with everything else and headed over to where he’d seen Matt and the boys. Hopefully they’d take his mind off the Queen Bitch. They were always game for a laugh.

“All right, lads?” he said, sliding his tray onto the table and taking a seat.

There were mumbles of assent.

“Yeah,” replied Ed Patterson. “You?”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

Ed raised an eyebrow, and the other men turned their attention to Jesse, too. “Well,” Ed said, “that wasn’t very convincing. What’s up, mate?”

Jesse sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “It’s the drill instructor.”

His friends exchanged confused looks. “Care to elaborate?” Matt said.

multiorgasmicgraphicNot wanting to look like a wimp in front of his mates, Jesse changed his tone. But once he had, the anger took over him. “She’s a fucking bitch, that’s what!”

The confused expressions turned to surprised ones.

“I’m fed up of her treating me like a twat. I know it’s her job to bawl us out, but she takes it too far. I do my fucking best, work my arse off, and it’s still not good enough for her.”

He barely noticed the gazes of his friends shifting slightly, and carried on regardless. “She definitely picks on me more than everyone else. As though I’ve seen sitting on my arse when everyone else is killing themselves to get it right. She’s just being a complete and utter bitch. Bitch face fucking Grey!”

Matt cleared his throat, to no avail.

“You know what her problem is?” Jesse continued. “She needs a fucking good shag, she does. That might cheer the miserable cow up. Mind you, Christ knows what man would be brave enough to go there. She’d probably bite your cock off as soon as suck it.”

As the red mist of his anger dissipated, Jesse finally clocked the reactions of the other men around his table. They weren’t at all what he’d expected. Ed and Matt looked mighty chagrined, staring at a point over his left shoulder. Private Graham Pilgrim had actually put his head down and begun to bang it on the table.

A cold trickle of dread ran down his back, and he turned, wondering which of his superiors had heard his rant.

Fuck. It was none other than the target of his diatribe.

Corporal Roxanne Grey stood, her arms crossed, one high-heeled foot tapping on the floor. Her facial expression was as far from impressed as it was possible to be.

Coolly, she said, “Bagnall. Guard room, now.”

Jesse’s heart sunk into his heavy-duty boots, and he had to resist the temptation to drop his gaze to the floor. His buddies would never let him live it down. He had to do as the woman said otherwise he’d be guilty of insubordination, but he was going to do it in the manliest way possible.

Turning back to the table, he sneaked a quick glance at each of his friends in turn, hoping his expression looked irritated, not shit scared, which was what he really was. Standing, he left his lunch tray where it was and followed Corporal Grey out of the mess, across the yard and into the scruffy-looking building that was the guard room. God, the government really needed to put some money into this place—it certainly didn’t give off the air of tough professionalism that the personnel were expected to show.

Opening the door, Corporal Grey stood aside and ushered him in, before following him and shutting the door behind them and twisting the lock. The room was empty. She moved to sit in a chair, and motioned him to take another one.

“I suppose you know why you’re here?”

“Yes, ma’am. My unforgiveable words and actions back in the mess.” Now it was just the two of them, he could grovel as much as he felt necessary without worrying about losing face.

“Hmm. Yes. But actually, it’s more the reasoning behind the words that I’m interested in.”

“W—what do you mean?”

“You mentioned that you feel like I pick on you, more than I do anyone else during drill instruction. As though you’re sitting on your arse, I do believe were your words.”

Jesse fought the colour coming to his face, and failed miserably. “Y—yes, ma’am.”

“Do I really make you feel that way? Or were you just having a whinge to your mates? Tell me honestly, please.”

The anger had gone from her tone, and her expression was open, expectant. She really and truly wanted him to be honest. He opened and closed his mouth—not unlike a fish—a couple of times, before clearing his throat and attempting to form an answer. It didn’t help that, now she’d stopped screaming at him and was actually being quite pleasant, he’d come to the conclusion that she was hot. Even in her army uniform, she looked feminine, as though she was hiding a delicious body underneath all that olive green.

“O—okay then. Yes, you do. Ever since you turned up to drill us in preparation for the parade, you’ve made me feel like a useless sack of shit. I know it’s important, God do I know, and I want to get it right, but I really am trying my best. I’m giving this my all, and it seems as though it’s just not good enough for you. Some of the other guys are worse than me, and you don’t come down on them like a ton of bricks. Maybe just half a ton.” He smiled weakly, hoping she’d realise he was joking.

A tiny smile played at the corners of the corporal’s lips. “Would it make you feel any better if I told you why I’m doing it? Shouting at you more than the others, I mean.”

“Um, I guess it depends on what you’re going to say. I’m really not as shit as some of the other guys.”

“I know. But…” She got to her feet and moved to stand in front of Jesse. Leaning down and placing her hands on the arms of his chair, she continued. “Let’s just say I’m trying not to let my true feelings show. If people found out how much I want you, I don’t think it would go down too well.”

“W—want me? You want me?” His heart pounded, and his brain raced to keep up with what she was saying. Did she really mean what he thought she meant? Was there a way he could have misunderstood her words? He didn’t think so. “You mean, like, want me in the sex way?” He knew his phrasing was ridiculous, but he couldn’t think of anything better right at that moment. His brain was too fried.

Corporal Grey laughed, her blue eyes sparkling as crinkles appeared in their corners. It was adorable and sexy all at once, and Jesse’s cock surprised him by hardening.

“Yes,” she said. “I mean in the sex way. But I guess you know now why I’ve been behaving the way I have? Can you forgive me? I didn’t mean to make you feel like a useless sack of shit. I’m sorry.”

“Yeah, I can forgive you. But only if you make it up to me.” It seemed his cock had taken over control of his mouth now, because as the words floated into the air, he realised he had no idea what he actually meant.

“Oh yeah?” Moving her hands to her hips, Corporal Grey adopted a saucy stance. “And how am I supposed to do that?”

Jesse cast his gaze about the room rapidly, hoping for inspiration. Thankfully, he spotted something that would serve his purpose perfectly. Standing, he gently pushed past her and retrieved the pace stick that was propped up in the corner. Designed for marking time in parades and similar, when it was open it formed a ‘V’ shape; closed it was just a wooden stick. One he could use to get his own back on Corporal Grey. And he really had to stop thinking of her as Corporal Grey, especially considering what he was about to do. She was Roxanne.

Turning back to her, he stifled a grin when he saw the look on her face. She obviously hadn’t been expecting that. Pointing to a nearby table, he commanded, “Pull your skirt up to your waist and bend over.”

“O—okay.”

She sounded nervous, and he didn’t blame her. Frankly, he was surprised she’d agreed. He was wielding quite an interesting weapon, and she was going to allow him to use it on her. Perhaps she was into a bit of pain. He’d soon find out.

Following her to the table, he waited while she summoned her courage, then lifted her skirt. His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his close-cropped hairline when he saw the skimpy black thong that had been hidden beneath her drab skirt. It bisected lovely pale, round bum cheeks, and suddenly he wanted nothing more than to pull the material aside and bury his cock in her warm depths.

First, though, Roxanne had some making up to do. “Ready?”

Pressing her hands to the surface of the table, she nodded quickly.

Jesse moved into the position he thought best and waved the pace stick around a little, to get used to the way it moved and balanced. He’d never spanked a woman before, never mind with one of these things. God knows why he’d even suggested it. She probably thought he was some kind of kinky bastard, now. Never mind, it was just a bit of fun.

 

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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How deep do you wanna go?

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Hey Everyone,

I’m over my first post jitters, and now, I’m going to start as I mean to go on. Bringing you the weird and whacky stuff I find on my forays on the net.

Today’s question is…what do women want? And more specifically, what do women readers of Erotica want? My desire to ask this question hasn’t appeared out of nowhere. Nope, if you check out this article by Alfred MacDonald over on ThoughtCatalog, titled: Here’s Every Gory Detail You’ve Ever Wanted To Know About Anal Sex, you’ll start to understand what I’m asking. Especially combined with another article which was published last week over on Cosmopolitan.com. One of their editors decided to have a bit of a go at Erotica tropes. (Amy Odell’s article can be found here.) Now, everyone’s entitled to their own opinion, but I have to ask, how much realism do you guys want in a book?

You have one article describing, graphically, the actual act of anal sex which occurs frequently in the Erotica genre. But if you read it, you’ll see why writers can’t be graphic! God, would anyone get turned on if you read about the actual intricacies involved in the act? Then, you have the other article, bemoaning a writer’s use of euphemistic phrases like ‘my sex’ or ‘his length’.

Can you see my problem?

As a writer of Erotica, specifically ménage a trois novels, how realistic can I actually be? Most readers of ménage agree, the happy-ever-afters of erotic romance containing three characters or more are uncommon in the outside world. How often do you find your neighbors engaging in permanent threesomes? (Right, I wanna know where you live if this stuff goes down on your street!! Lol!!)

My point is, sometimes, realistic story plots have to go hand in hand with unrealistic ones. Do you agree? Or not? Am I talking bull? Let me know, I’d love your opinion.

And while I’m here, I have my own tale of realistic, unrealistic romance to pimp. :) Ménage Material, which can be found on BookStrand is the tale of a very, very lucky lady, who is the object of two rather delicious hunks’ desires! :D Check it out, and let me know what you think! :)

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First Post Jitters…

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Hey Everyone,

As this is my first post, I thought I’d be staid and boring, and just introduce myself. In future, after this first post, I’ll be sharing some of the stuff I find on the net. Usually, it’s peculiar. Lol, you have been warned! :D

I’m Serena Akeroyd, author of the Naughty Nookie series and the La Belle sans la Bete Ménages. I’m a huge lover of erotic romance, and an even bigger fan of ménage novels! If anything, that’s one of the subgenres I’d like to become renowned for…odd, perhaps, but then that’s me! :D

I’ve just released a novel by the name of Ménage Material, and I figured I’d introduce you to two of the heroes. It’s Friday, it’s late, so here’s some inspiration for your dreams. And if you fancy a little more fodder for some naughty visits from The Sandman, then you could always download my book! :)

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Have Yourself a Naughty Little Christmas with this 8-Author Boxset

It’s that time of year again, and everyone is looking for a way to reduce that holiday stress. We have eight seasonally seductive books for you, and we hope they’ll go a long way toward making your season a happy one.

Watch below for a sexy excerpt!

A NAUGHTY LITTLE CHRISTMAS BOXED SET

COWBOYS, COPS, AND KILTS – FEATURING EIGHT BESTSELLING AUTHORS & EIGHT SEASONALLY SEDUCTIVE ROMANCES

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COWBOY JACKPOT: CHRISTMAS

Cowboy Jackpot Series, Book 1

Randi Alexander

Award Winning Novella. A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and college student Gigi Colberg-Staub.

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A NAUGHTY NOELLE

The 19th Precinct, Book 1.5

Ann Bruce

It’s cold and snowing and dark when a vice cop meets the perfect woman for him, all the while bad men with guns are chasing after him.

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HOLIDAY SURPRISE: UNWRAPPED

Aliyah Burke

Recuperating in wintery Massachusetts, Heath Dixon gives cold-hating Kassia Green something much hotter to focus on. But can he keep her after Christmas? Like…forever?

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CHRISTMAS ANGEL

Opal Carew

Given one chance to break the curse which has held Angelique in its grip for two hundred years, she is faced with a heart-rending decision. Can she sacrifice Nick’s happiness for her own freedom?

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A HIGHLANDER FOR THE HOLIDAYS

Jennifer Haymore writing as Dawn Halliday

In the wintery Highland mountains, Aileen and Niall unleash their forbidden passion. But Aileen is promised to another this Christmas, and the wicked Lowlander will stop at nothing to have her.

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ILLICIT CHRISTMAS

Yvette Hines

Even during the holidays a woman can have one reckless night that will change her life forever…especially when the man she was with is determined to prove they belong together.

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HER XMAS PRESENT

Christin Lovell

After being apart from each other for a year, Libby and Tyler realize their feelings for one another are more than platonic. Are they willing to risk years of friendship on a chance at love?

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ALL SHE WANTS FOR CHRISTMAS

Paige Tyler

Hayley Knowles has always fantasized about getting spanked by her husband, Conner. But how can she possibly ever get her husband to do it, especially since she’s too shy to tell him? This is the holiday season, though, so maybe Hayley might get exactly what she wants for Christmas!

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Sexy Excerpt from Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas: His tongue swirled and flicked, his teeth grazed and nipped.

Gieselle grabbed his shoulders to keep herself from sailing out of her body.

Boone licked widening circles around her breast and slid across to the other, licking along the base then narrowing until her came to her areola.

His slow loving eased her race toward climax but jittered hot spikes that wet her pussy lips.

When he took her nipple deep into his mouth, the corresponding tug burned at her slit. She held her breath while he teased and pleased her, heating her until she felt a sheen of sweat on her forehead.

Releasing her nipple, he kissed a trail to her ribs then dipped his tongue into each indentation, moving lower, slowly and painfully teasing. His tongue darted into her belly button.

She lifted her head and watched as he swirled it around, the decadence making her hips jerk.

His eyes shifted and caught her gaze. With a wicked smile, he kissed his way down to the edge of her see-through panties. “I can smell you, sweet and musky, honey and spices.” His tongue snuck under the elastic.

“Please, Boone. Oh, God. I can’t wait.” Her thighs shook, needing his lips, his tongue, working magic between them.

“Baby.” He kissed her through the fabric, inching lower, slow, open-mouthed kisses that promised everything, hot and lovely all the way down her mound and along her pussy.

The barrier of the fabric made her hungry for the touch of his lips on her bare flesh. She flattened on the bed and grabbed the quilt. “Boone. You’re teasing me.”

“Damn right I am, woman.” His tongue licked hot and hard along the edge of her panties where they met her inner thighs.

She moaned.

He chuckled, but promised relief from her suffering when he slid off her panties.

Opening one eye, she saw him toss the panties onto his cowboy hat. Was he planning to keep them? When he parted her thighs, all concern over her wardrobe ended.

“Your pretty pussy, Gigi. All shaven clean for me.” He blew on her lips. “Pink and wet. Mmm, your juices are shining, luring me in for a taste.”

“Yes, take it.”

“Slow down, baby. Make this last.” He kissed and nibbled his way down her tender inner thigh.

Her body shimmied with desire.

He licked behind her knee, then trailed his lips to her feet.

“You’ve got toes that make me want to spend hours on them.”

She rolled her head from side to side. “We don’t have hours, Boone.”

He laughed. “Your toenail polish matches your panties and bra.” Taking her big toe into his mouth, he tickled it with his tongue and scraped his teeth along the bottom.

“Do they?” With his mouth on her that way, she couldn’t remember what color they were painted. Or what color her bra was. Nothing filled her head except the pleasure Boone created. Like a string of tracer lights, tingles coursed from her foot to her core. “Oh, yeah. That’s lovely.”

He treated each of her toes to the same attention then switched to her other foot. “Sexy feet.”

“You like feet?” Her hips rolled, her core wetting with cream, wanting the attention of the lips and tongue that he used to please her toes.

“Yeah.” He took her hips in his big hands. “But not as much as I like your other beautiful parts. Roll over.”

“Huh?” Was this more of his teasing? She let him turn her onto her stomach.

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Here’s hoping we find ourselves on the naughty list!
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Tattoos and Mayhem

Raise your hand if you like a tattooed god! Now don’t be shy. Even if you’re a conservative person, many of you probably like to ogle the art on a fine man’s body. Mmm-mmm.

My latest release HEART TIES book 2 of the Club Ties series is all about the rougher brand of men–the guys who live on the edge while remaining true to their real passions in life–riding fast, living to the fullest and loving hard.

 

The MC–or motorcycle club–got popular in the 1950s when certain clubs didn’t want to be under the umbrella of The American Motorcyclist Association. They bucked authority and were considered outlaws–above the law. Now only a handful of clubs are considered outlaws–or 1%ers. Many biker clubs participate in charity fundraisers and raise money by taking rides for cures such as cancer or childhood diseases.

 

Now don’t these guys look more deee-lishhhh-usss?

 

I’m giving away a photograph of Jax from Sons of Anarchy! Signed by…drumroll…Charlie Hunnam! Enter rafflecopter here.

AND I’m giving away a signed poster of gorgeous, hunky country boy model Gary Taylor if you sign my guest book.

 

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That about sums it up! Now who’s ready for a taste of Drake?

 

Description:

The only thing keeping Ex-Marine Drake from drinking himself into an early grave is his love of leather, horsepower, and his motorcycle club. Battling to adapt to a world where he isn’t blowing everything up, he roams the highways to keep his mind off his past. But after a mission to kidnap the curvy, tattooed goddess, Delta, he finds avoiding the bottle a little easier. Especially since he can only dream of finding solace against her silky body.

Delta would do anything to escape a life where pain and fear control her. She’s lived as a slave and outsider since she could walk. When a scary biker clan storms into her life and introduces her to her long-lost sister, she’s shocked to find warmth and comfort. While Delta knows better than to hope for a life she can’t have, Drake refuses to let her slip back into the hell she knows.

Plunged into a world of gambling, guns, and drugs isn’t her idea of paradise, but hunky Drake makes her pulse pound. Is it too much to believe that Drake can save her from her torment? And what can she do about extinguishing that burning, haunted look in his eyes?

 

 

“Drake, you can’t be here. If they find you, they’ll kill you.”

“I’m aware. But you know what they say about me?”

Her hair fell around them, shutting out the night and the rest of the world. She shook her head.

If he lived to be a thousand, he’d remember the silkiness of her hair against his cheek. His throat tightened. “They say I have nine lives.”

“Yeah?”

“But I only have two left.”

“Shit.”

For some reason he found her cuss funny. His chest vibrated, and he narrowly clamped off the sound. She hovered over him, and even in the dimness he made out her confusion. Finally the corners of her lips twitched up.

He sobered. “You’re coming with me.”

“I don’t have nine lives.”

“I’ll protect you.”

 

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Turkey Talk + Recipe & Sexy Siesta Giveaway!

In and amongst the writing and everything that goes along with that gig, the family and I are getting ready for Turkey Day. We’re big on tradition since it’s only the husband and I here to pass on family traditions to the children so we take it big. Big meal, big game time, and a big dessert to end it on. I admit we almost passed on celebrating this holiday when the kids were born. Since we live in a country where Thanksgiving isn’t celebrated we briefly considered skipping it all together. But that didn’t last. We quickly decided that it was too much a part of our upbringing to leave it out of their lives.

Plus, we like turkey too much!

One tradition we hold dear to our hearts is that of reconnecting as a family on the big day by everyone having a turn in dressing the main course—Mr. Butterball! I have a top secret Cuban sofrito recipe (seriously top secret people!) that we use in basing the turkey first. After that is done, the girls stuff onions in small slits made in the meat and then I top it off with a special blend of butter, soy sauce, and freshly squeezed orange juice. My mouth is just watering thinking about the delicious meat. And the smell… nothing short of divine! And if there’s one thing my kids will take away from this it’s how to work as a team and never suffer through a dry turkey meal. :)

Here’s our turkey from last year. Juicy, huh? ;)

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We also leave this time of year for the pumpkin pie. I usually undertake this chore, but this year my eldest daughter is old enough to take on the task of making everything from scratch instead of store bought all on her own. Her big dream is one day being a master chef so, according to her, she needs the confidence. Can’t argue with that reason, so this I pass over the dessert apron to her. I’ll keep you posted with pictures after the holiday.

The menu doesn’t stop there. Since my husband is Cuban we like to mix up the more American traditional menu with some Latin spice. Every year I make a huge pot of moros y cristianos which is a dish of black beans a white rice mixed with herbs and spices. In fact, I have the recipe here for the taking if you’d like to give it a try this year. It’s a great dish to take to any gathering and easy to make if you know how to cook rice.

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Ingredients for the back beans

1/2 pound of black beans (two cups if using canned beans)

1 medium onion

1 green bell pepper

6 sweet peppers (ají dulce or cubanelle pepper)

1 ham hock (optional)

 

Preparation of the the beans

  1. Rinse and pick the beans beans.
  2. In a pot with 2 1/2 quarts of water, put the beans onion, bell pepper, sweet peppers and ham hock. Bring to a boil. Reduce the heat and simmer, uncovered, for 2 hours.
  3. Drain the beans and reserve 4 cups of the liquid. Discard vegetables and bones.

 

Ingredients for the dish

2 cups of rice

2 tablespoons of olive oil

1/4 pound of slab bacon diced

1 1/4 cup finely chopped medium onion

1 cup of green bell pepper, seeded, deveined, minced

1 teaspoon of ground cumin

1 teaspoon of dried oregano

1 bay leaf

1 tablespoon of white vinegar

1 tablespoon of dry sherry

2 teaspoons of salt

Preparation

  1. Put the rice in a colander and let the water run until it runs clear. Drain.
  2. Heat the oil in a heavy pan and add the bacon. Cook until browned, about 3 minutes.
  3. Add the onion, pepper, cumin, oregano and bay leaf and sauté until onion wilts, about 5 minutes.
  4. Add the rice and stir. Add the black beans and the reserved liquid. Add the vinegar, sherry and salt. Cook uncovered until the liquid has been almost completely absorbed and small crater have formed on the surface.
  5. Stir with a fork and reduce the heat to low and cook covered for 20 minutes.
  6. Remove from heat and let stand, uncovered, at least 10 minutes before serving.

Makes 8 servings

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If you get a chance to try the recipe, I’d love to hear your thoughts!

So what is a tradition you and your family share? Do you have a special recipe you make for Thanksgiving? Or do you prefer skipping all the work and enjoy something on a smaller scale? Step into the comment section and let’s dish! ;) One lucky commenter will win a Kindle copy of Sunrise for Three!

Plus, if you’ve been waiting for the Sexy Siesta Box set, you’re in luck! The Sexy Siesta Trilogy releases November 20th. Three novellas with four sexy-as-sin Recon Marines too tempting to resist! And let it be said I never tried. ;)

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Read more about this military erotic romance novella series here.

Since I won’t be posting again until after Thanksgiving, to all my American friends who are traveling for the holiday, be safe and have a wonderful Thanksgiving!

 

Until next time…keep it sexy!

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Killian Stone. Enough Said. Exclusive Naughty Snippet from NO MORE MASQUERADE

A sassy, sexy Saturday hello to everyone! Angel Payne here, filled with excitement at posting my first entry on the blog! I’d love to thank my fellow 69’er, Randi Alexander, for inviting me to be one of the writers presenting some naughty musings to you every month. What an honor it was when she contacted me, asking me to help her and all these talented ladies in the all-important cause of spreading our wicked fun throughout the world.

eBookCover_No-More-Masquerade_MIt’s a thrill to announce that I’ve got an especially sexy offering for you on my “virgin voyage”…LOL. Because this is the land of the smuttiest goddesses on earth, I’ve selected one of my most favorite—and filthiest—snippets from my new release in the Secrets of Stone series, written in partnership with the awesome Victoria Blue. NO MORE MASQUERADE was just put out on November 4th, so this little peek is “fresh off the presses” for you.

The book is the second installment in the Secrets of Stone series. (Books 3 and 4—and perhaps 5!—will be released in 2015!) We hope you’ll take the plunge and come learn ALL the secrets with us. In the meantime, here’s a few minutes to help you steam up the windows a bit…

I groaned from the pounding, perfect impact of her bold, beautiful passion—and held nothing back on what I gave her in return. I let her pull at me, fill herself with me, wrap herself around me. I adored her for it. Clawed at her for it. Needed her more for it. I loved how she dug her nails into my skin, not leaving an inch between my neck and shoulders unmarked. I loved the pain that etched its way down my body in response, awakening my skin and my blood in all the best, hottest ways. I loved the roll of her tongue against mine, and the darling mewl of her pleasure at my taste. I loved savoring her in return, even sucking her tongue deeper into my mouth, delighting in the startled catch of her breath in response.

 And I loved how she couldn’t seem to get enough.

 Because I sure as hell couldn’t.

We all but stripped each other there on the floor, with her yanking at my T-shirt and me roaming beneath her sweater, at last snapping her bra free. I groaned when my fingers brushed her nipples, reveling as the sensitive skin puckered and stiffened for me.

In a frantic fever, I finally ripped my shirt free. A grin plastered itself to my lips as she eagerly did the same with her sweater.

I pushed off her bra myself, using the movement as an excuse to dip my mouth to each of her taut, needy swells. “Fuck,” I growled between licking and biting at the sweet strawberries, “you taste so good, baby. So damn good.”

After I turned her into a writhing, panting mess, I hitched up, forcing myself to look at her. Really look at her. We’d done this just ten days ago and I’d turned the after-party into an emotional blood bath. If she needed to talk, go slower, or put this locomotive on full brakes, I needed to know now. I wasn’t sure my cock would be on board with any new track changes after this point.

“Talk to me,” I urged. “What do you need? What do you want? Say the word and it’s yours.”

Say the word and I’m yours.

I loved being the witness when a deeper point connected for her. The glint of golden triumph in her eyes. The impish delight that snuck into her dimples. Yet as she gathered the full impact of my words, her beauty was tripled—because it was magnified by her love.

“You really want to know?” When I only nodded slowly in acquiescence, she went on, “What I want, Mr. Killian What’s-Your-Face, is for you to make me forget everything in this room exists except that bed. And us in it.”

Goddamn. Nobody but Claire could rev me so fast from desire to lust. A handful of words, and I really was hers. A long, fire-infused stare later, and I was ready to grant her wish in all the ways she dreamed—and maybe a few she hadn’t.

“I meant it, you know.” I declared it as I sat back on my haunches and brought her knees forward, giving me the chance to untie her boots and slide them off her feet. “I’m your genie, baby. Your wish is my desire…” I paused, biting my lower lip for emphasis. “Right after you feed mine.”

Her eyes flared. Then darkened. “Of course, genie,” she breathed. “Command me. Use me in any way you need to stoke your…magic ways.”

I rose to my feet and brought her along with me. Keeping our bodies nearly entwined, I claimed her in a deep, sweeping kiss that left out the coy and cautious this time. I spread her lips as far as she’d let me, stabbing my tongue at hers in open caveman possession. Claire, her blood already spiked from fighting off the asses in the alley, scratched all the way down my chest. I broke our kiss to reward her with hisses as she tore her way down my pecs, barely giving my nipples a bye on the slashes. When she was done, I impaled her with a stare that gave her no choice of reaction. She was going to obey me. Period. She licked her lips for a fast second, conveying how she already agreed.

“Walk over there,’ I instructed. “To the bed. Strip for me. Then stand and wait for me.”

She lifted a sultry smile that turned my heart into mush and my cock into stone. “As my genie wishes.”

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Under the Mistletoe Cover Reveal

Who likes holiday romances?

I’m putting the final touches on my holiday novella–Under The Mistletoe.

Alex is dreading going home for the holiday. Another year alone–another year her parents will needle her about her single status. But when sexy cowboy, Jax, appears, she has found the perfect solution. She’ll pay him to be her boyfriend for the holiday. Both Alex and Jax will be surprised to find a connection–and a Christmas present they never expected.

Spice up your holiday with Under The Mistletoe. Available in December.

To whet your appetite, I’m including an unedited excerpt from Under The Mistletoe. Enjoy!

And, stop over at my blog, http://rhondaleecarver-author.blogspot.com/2014/11/norman-reedus-postergiveaway.html to enter the Rafflecopter to win Norman Reedus…a poster, that is.

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She stepped closer, the tips of her toes touched his boots, and he wrapped his arms around her waist. Planting her palms on his broad chest, she looked up at him. “I’m a little shy, I suppose.”

He chuckled and his chest vibrated. “You don’t have to be shy with me.”

Melting against him, she slipped her hands to his middle. “It’s odd. I feel like I’ve known you much longer than a few hours, yet I’m giddy with excitement over the newness.”

He rubbed his finger along her ear lobe, over her cheek, then lower to the curve of her jaw. “I’d like to get to know you better.” His eye twinkled and his hard shaft grew against her stomach. “I want to sample every part of your beautiful body.” He drove his words home when he threaded his fingers through her hair and kissed her neck. Her jaw. Behind her ear.

She trembled and slid deeper into his arms. “I can’t wait.”

He nibbled the corner of her mouth. She turned her lips to meet his, tongues met, dueled in mirrored passion. Breathless, he pulled an inch away. “You taste like the cotton candy I used to get at the country fair. I wonder if other parts taste like sugar.” He dropped his hand to her chest and smoothed the pad of his thumb over her nipple, swirling the bud into a throbbing ache.

A tiny whimper fell off her lips.

“Oh yes, I love that sound.” He whispered against her lips.

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City Nights: One Night in Paris by Lucy Felthouse (@cw1985) Just $0.99/77p on Amazon During November!

OneNightinParisFor the month of November, this erotic romance novella will be on SALE. Warm up those winter nights with this smokin’ hot read!

Grab your copy here: http://mybook.to/cnparis

Here’s what it’s all about:

Jacob is nearly forty, and has recently come to the sudden realisation that he’s not doing much with his life. Sure, he’s got his own successful business, but what’s the point in earning lots of money and not doing anything or going anywhere to spend it?

He’s in serious danger of being all work and no play, so he starts to rectify this by organising a twenty four hour layover in Paris en route to a meeting in Dubai. Whilst there, he goes on a bus tour of the city, and there meets Annabelle, a fellow Brit who’s studying in Paris. There’s clearly an attraction between the two of them, so when the gorgeous Annabelle makes an indecent proposal to help Jacob fill his time in Paris, who is he to refuse?

*****

Author Bio:

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over 100 publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include several editions of Best Bondage Erotica, Best Women’s Erotica 2013 and Best Erotic Romance 2014. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies, and also edits for a small publishing house. She owns Erotica For All, is book editor for Cliterati, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Monday Afterthoughts

After another long and busy weekend I’m just wore out. I didn’t get a chance to put any words on the page for NaNoWriMo. I’m hoping to get a few down today. It won’t make up for the time i was away, but writing a little bit everyday has been awesome. My oldest celebrated his 21st birthday Saturday and we had a good time watching his friends buy him shots. Even in the midst of his partying he made sure his friends had rides home from the bar and since I don’t drive he made sure he had a ride home from the bar as well. Can’t get anymore responsible than that. :-) Then he was up bright and early the following day playing video games. The rest of us were still hugging the sheets.

So back to this NaNo thing. I know you’ve seen posts and blogs about it. I need to go and sign up again. Of course it’s not too late to join. Little by little my mind has been focused on what I need to write next and that’s such a plus. I’m stuck at a love scene at the moment and hope to rectify that today. So have a great day. And to those doing NaNo…Happy Writing.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

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