Monthly Archives: July 2012

The Dirty Martini

The most boring Martini Glass ever, but this digital image suing craze has made me extra paranoid

If you’ve never had a dirty martini and like salt and olives I highly suggest you try one…I should know I had 3 big giant ones at Mastro’s in downtown Chicago Saturday night for the husband’s birthday.  I paid the price but it was so, so worth it!

A dirty martini is alway happens to be the drink my heroine Juliet Russo is drinking one Friday night when her nemesis and begrudging infatuation, Christos Constantine hunts her down and makes it clear he’s not taking no for an answer.

Here’s an exclusive peak at the scene where he confronts her… hope you enjoy.

I took a sip of my dirty martini, the alcohol stinging the back of my throat. When had I turned into this needy, desperate girl?

“Ms. Russo.” That voice made every muscle go rigid.

Our eyes met in the mirror. It felt as if I conjured him out of thin air.

The devil himself couldn’t be more temptation. Tonight he looked irresistible and utterly wicked in all black.

Fingers trembling, I carefully put my glass on the polished mahogany wood. “What are you doing here?” My tone couldn’t have been more bratty.

In the mirror, I watched his lips quirk as though trying to contain the smile hidden there. My eyes widened as he leaned so close I could feel his heat against my back. He placed one hand on the bar, effectively surrounding me, and dropped his lips to the shell of my ear. “I’m here for you.”

Every nerve sizzled and snapped to attention. I squared my shoulders and tried to look bored. One more glance in the mirror told me it wasn’t working. Even from a distance I could see the excited glassiness in my brown eyes.

He shifted away and slid into Katherine’s vacated seat. A pretty twenty-something bartender practically ran over. I picked up my martini glass and took a sip. She looked Christos up and down and gave him one of those hooded sex glances girls seem to think are sexy. “Hey, what can I do for you?” She purred the words, the underlying meaning painfully clear. Anything you want.

I rolled my eyes. This is exactly why he would be impossible to be around. I frowned. Wait, was I harboring some sort of fantasy? I pushed the idea right out of my mind.

“I’ll have what she’s having.” He pointed to my drink.

The bartender gave him a blinding come-fuck-me smile, tossed her mane of blonde hair and scurried away to do his bidding.

Irritation pricked at my skin, but I assured myself it wasn’t jealously. Only annoyance because girls that age assumed a woman of mine wasn’t a viable threat. I looked at Christos, expecting to see his gaze trained on her tight ass, and found him watching me with an intent expression. The look made me want to squirm, irrationally sure he read my every thought.

I raised a brow. “Taking to stalking, I see.”

He laughed. The low rumble rolled over me, making me ache in places I didn’t want to name. “Don’t pretend you’re not happy to see me.”

I sighed. “Does your ego know no bounds?”

“Why are you so determined to dislike me?” He slid his hand over the bar rail, twisting on the stool to face me, shifting so one foot rested on my chair.

“Do you really want to hear my long, endless list?”

The bartender chose that moment to return, but he didn’t even glance at her. “Start a tab,” he said in a tone that indicated he wasn’t open to conversation.

I, however, watched her lower lip puff out and give me a what-makes-you-so-special once-over before she took her leave. I frowned. It was a good question actually. One I’d asked myself countless times. Why me?

His finger brushed over the bare skin of my forearm. I jerked as if I’d been scorched. “What are you thinking about, Juliet?”

I met his gaze and saw none of his customary arrogance. Instead, he appeared thoughtful, curious. It softened the harsh lines of his strong face and made him look almost human.

“Why me?” The question popped from my lips before I could stop it and I clenched my teeth to keep from cringing.

“Why not you?”

I shrugged. His hand shot to my knees, so fast I about jumped out of my seat. He swiveled my stool until I faced him then shifted his legs so his thighs bracketed my own.

The solid warmth of him made me melt. Liquid heat slid over my skin and I felt wetness line my panties. God, I was pathetic.

“Why not you?” He repeated. One hand retreated to the safety of the bar while his other lightly stroked the fabric of my skirt.

I pushed him away, but he grasped my wrist and held me still. I cocked my head to the side. “It’s the challenge, isn’t it? I’m sure it gets boring with all those women panting to do your bidding. But I’m not some little fuck toy. I’m not going to give in just so you can toss me out with the trash when the fun is over and you get bored.”

“I see.” His free hand picked up the drink and took a sip. His tongue flicked over his lips. “Dirty martini. It suits you.”

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Have a great month!
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How About a Cookie?

Getting to know my characters has been an interesting journey. They’ve come a long way since the original story. You’ve met Trisha, so now here’s a glimpse into Zach from Lust and Bound.

I paused on the sidewalk. A sleek black Audi limo had just dropped me off and after Jonas made sure I made it onto the sidewalk safely, per instructions, he drove away. Yeah.  The lights were bright, but at the moment it was of little help. My eyes hadn’t adjusted from being in the back of the darkened limo. So I pulled my cane from my black and white Miche bag. With a flick of my wrist, the white and red pole snapped and clicked into place.

I navigated through a Chicago hotel with hundreds of people, with rolling bags and easel lined hallways, surely I could make it ten feet to the front door without tripping over anything. I hoped there weren’t any stairs.

Of all the times of day for us to meet, Zach had to pick the night, but I guess if I wanna have a drink with a hunky hottie in a bar, who owned his own limo company, well it better be worth it.

The subtle scent of wood and masculinity beckoned, the moment before a hand touched my shoulder.

“You were supposed to wait on the sidewalk for me, not go off and do your own thing.”

“I have my cane.”

“Do all writers find it difficult to listen to the characters they create or is it just you?”

I frown.

He chuckled. “Figured as much. Now if you don’t mind we’ll go inside the correct door.” Deftly he pries the cane from my hand, folded it, places it back in its case, then settles my hand on his arm.

Solid muscle meets my fingers. I couldn’t resist. I had to squeeze his bicep.

“Having fun?”

“Anytime I get to rub a man’s muscles, I’m good.”

He grins. “Trish said you were a bit of a flirt.”

“If you’d met me while the sun was shining, we wouldn’t have this problem.”

“And again, that’s doing your own thing.”

I allowed him to lead me into the bar. I got the impression of tables and chairs, but it was dim. One thing drew my attention and that was the stage. It was bright and a woman with long curly auburn hair, who seemed suspiciously familiar, twirled around a silver pole.

“Didn’t you have some questions for me?” Zach practically purred in a voice that should be reserved for candlelit bedrooms and steamy sex fantasies.

Somehow I managed to tear my gaze from the stage and focused on him. “Uh, yeah.”

“So let’s get started.”

I shifted my purse to the table, withdrew the small tape recorder and a camera.

“No pictures.” His tone was firm, almost harsh.

“Right. Almost forgot about that.” I tuck the camera away and squint at the stage. “So that is Trisha.”

“Yes, which is why you’re here at night.”

Glasses thudded on the table.

“Yours is just to the right of your left hand.”

I pick up the old-fashioned glass and stare at the milky white contents. “What is this?”

“An oatmeal cookie.”

“Uh huh? And what are you drinking?”

“Mackinac Island Fudge beer. It’s bottled by a local brewery.”

Zach glances at his watch. “She’s got another five minutes before she done so, what other questions do you have?”

“I know I’m going to get this question from some readers, but would you consider yourself a dom?”

“No. I just like to keep things interesting in the bedroom. What about you?”

Chokes on the oatmeal cookie. I grab napkins. “I’m not the one being interview,” I say between coughing spams.

He laughs. “You should try it some time.”

“Uh yeah.”

“Looks like she’s done. Nice talking to you.” He leaned close. “And next time try not to do your own thing.”

I could only sigh as he walked toward Trisha.

Please enjoy the excerpt and the oatmeal cookie.

Oatmeal Raisin Cookie recipe

Combine ingredients in equal parts in a shot glass.

Trisha, a recent divorcee, wants to explore the wilder side of sex and discover a more sensuous part of herself. When long-time client Zach Walters suggests a weekend together, she agrees. He provides her with an unforgettable night of hot, sweaty sex, while unbeknownst to either of them the tryst is being recorded.

No woman has ever excited Zach Walters like Trisha. He’s willing to indulge his fantasies as well as hers, but he can’t afford to get too close. He has a weakness for damsels in distress and a secret to protect. Only one thing threatens their happiness—a vengeful ex-husband.

Zach fumbled the plastic card in the metal slot. When the mechanism whirred and clicked, he twisted the knob, but paused. “I have one rule.” His gaze never left her face.

Trisha met his hungry stare, her lips parting. “What’s that?”

“I don’t share.”

A thrill rippled through her body at the possessive note in his deep, rasping voice.

“Me either.”

“You can still walk away.”

Walk away? Was he nuts? She’d waited months for this moment, for freedom. Still, as his eyes raked over her body, waiting for her decision, a tiny seed of doubt wiggled in the back of her mind. She squared her shoulders. Nope. She wasn’t going home until she knew what made her eyes roll to the back of her head and she wanted him to show her.

“I’m not…”

He shouldered open the door and dragged her to him. The cool kiss of the textured wall greeted her bare shoulders as his mouth, hot and demanding, found hers. She sighed against his lips, jerking his shirt free from his waistband. He cupped her breast, his thumb stroking her nipple. Fire danced through her veins, pooled low. Her heart skipped a beat when he yanked the chiffon from her shoulders, ripping the sheer fabric.

Lifting his head, he flashed a quick smile, his mist-gray eyes shining with heat and mischief. “I hope you weren’t too attached to this dress.”

She didn’t care how he got her clothes off, just as long as he got them off. Her pulse raced and her breath quickened when the thin silk of her slip followed the fate of her dress. Trisha slid her hands beneath his shirt, his skin warm and smooth beneath her palms.

“Now what am I supposed to wear home?”

Zach grabbed her wrists, shackling them in one large hand and raising her arms above her head. She gasped as her breasts thrust upwards, straining for attention. “We’ll worry about that later.” He dipped his head, capturing one taut peak in his mouth.

She arched against him as desire further hardened her nipples and set her blood to simmering. His fingers brushed the curve of her hip, before drifting lower, tracing the sensitive skin below her garter belt.

“You’re a bit naughty, Trish,” he whispered against her mouth.

Her answering chuckle melted into a moan when his fingers stroked her damp pussy. His eyes widened when his hand met no barrier.

“Very naughty indeed,” he murmured. He leaned away, cool air skittering across her heated flesh. “I’ve waited so long for this.”

“Too long,” she agreed.

Pivoting, he grabbed her hand and led her into the bedroom. The king-size bed dominated the room and sat in front of the mirrored doors to the closet. Artificial candlelight flickered around the room, casting muted shadows against the wallpaper while the soft scent of jasmine wafted through the air.

Warm fuzzies squeezed her heart. Despite being a day early he had surprised her. She stepped forward, her nylon-clad feet skimming against something cool and satiny. Rose petals trailed from the door to the bed. She perched on the edge of the bed, too overwhelmed to speak.

When she focused on him, he watched her with a hooded expression.

“It seems like you’ve thought about this, haven’t you?”

He tucked a curl behind her ear. “I get one chance to make a lasting impression.”

“Thank you.”

His eyes widened when she shoved him back on the bed and straddled his legs. The bulge grew and hardened beneath her thigh. She worked at loosening his tie. Once unknotted, she tossed it aside and focused on the buttons. With each button released from its mooring she revealed more of his amazing body. She pushed the shirt aside to trace the large, colorful dragon/koi tattoo that began on his left pec and wrapped around his bicep to disappear onto his back. Anticipation coiled in her belly. Oh how she wanted to find out how far his tattoo went.

“You’ve tortured me enough tonight and I think it’s time you paid up,” she murmured against his lips. She skimmed light, teasing kisses from his mouth to his jaw.

A startled gasp escaped her lips when he shifted and blanketed her body with his. He captured her wrists in one large hand and held them above her head.

“One day, very soon, I’m going have you tied and helpless beneath me.”

She sucked in a breath, holding his gaze, unwilling to admit how much she wanted the same thing.

He traced the swell of her breasts just above the neckline of her corset. “But there is one image of you I can’t seem to get out of my head.” He touched his lips to hers in a long, drugging kiss that left her craving more. “Are you game?”

“I’m yours for the weekend.”

He chuckled, a smoldering look scorching her body. She responded to that look. “Oh, I like how that sounds.”

Heat crept into her cheeks as she realized what she’d said. “I—uh, yeah.”

He nipped at her neck, even as he settled deeper into the vee of her thighs. The heavy bulge of his erection rubbed against her core. Instinctively she raised her hips in greeting.

“I want to watch you, beautiful,” he murmured against her lips.

She stiffened. “Watch me what?”

He rolled off her and helped her to sitting. “I want to watch you climax, before I send you over the edge again.”

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Welcome Guest Blogger Don Abdul

From Port Harcourt city, Nigeria, author and poet Don Abdul guest blogs on 69 Shades of Smut


Hello, readers. My name is Don Abdul and I’m a 42 year Nigerian born writer and published author of erotic fiction.

When I was asked by a friend if I’d like to do a guest blog here, I initially felt intimidated by the caliber and diversity of the vast pool of talent that populates the blog. I looked around and found the likes of Nina Pierce, Cassandre Dayne, Benjamin Russell, and many others. Seriously, as an author of modest abilities, I feel quite honored to be in the midst of such talented writers here at 69 Shades of Smut. I hope you enjoy my guest blog.

The pursuit of my freedom of expression, as well as my fascination with people and their complex relationships drew me to the internet and writing in the erotic fiction genre. I particularly love to dissect prim and proper characters, to see what makes them tick in terms of sex and their sexuality. I enjoy stripping away the airs and pretenses and getting at the bare necessities of their sexually uninhibited alter egos, and unveiling their kinky erotic secrets.

My journey as a writer began much earlier in life though. I started writing in junior high school when I wrote mostly poetry about the wonders of nature all around me from the perspective of a small town lad. In senior high school the subject changed to the joys and heartaches of boy-girl relationships.

I also contributed to and later became associate editor of my high school newsletter. I started writing erotic fiction in 2005 in a few Yahoo Group to which I belonged. My first ever erotic story was titled Naughty Professor which was partly based on my own real life experience with a young female professor back in college. The encouraging feedback that I got, prompted me to write more stories and I’ve never looked back since.

Like many writers before me, rejection by publishers was a huge challenge. This was tough as I was an unknown writer who lived in Africa. With wider consultations and networking with other writers and published authors, I eventually discovered there was an ongoing revolution called electronic publishing. The popularity of e-books was spreading like wildfire and I was talked though the process by a friend and mentor.

My first published e-book was “Taboo Sex Run Wild” which was published by in May 2010. This e-book was quickly followed by three others in the same year including:

Reeled In

Submissive Neighborly Lust

Lusty Adventures of a Trophy Wife

Bound: Body & Soul, and

Cougars in Distress, which was released in 2011.

These books were all released by the same publisher, and they are available at:

My favorite authors include James Patterson and Tom Clancy. I am greatly inspired by the style and color of their characterizations and the total packaging of their works.

As far as writing and doing my creative work goes, there’s no place like home. I do most of my creative work with my butt firmly planted on my couch, even though I have also been known to have brainwaves that require me to write on the spur of the moment even when I’m on the road.

The characters in my stories fall into two categories, the perfect heroes and the flawed heroes. In truth I’m a believer in the beauty of imperfection, hence my favorite characters are those who have flaws that set them apart from the run of the mill Heroes in most of the gazillion literatures that we encounter every day.

My favorite character is Chad Donovan, the hero of my e-book A Hero’s Due. He was an upbeat, physically fit and confident young man who went to war in the service of his country but returned a broken man (Download your own free copy).

My plans for 2012 were quite ambitious, starting with the release of A Reluctant Slave, my first book of the year.  It is an exciting erotic fiction e-book with a BDSM theme which was published on 15th January 2012. A Reluctant Slave is on the premium catalogue at, and it is also available at Barnes & Noble (Nook Books) and hopefully through other major outlets including Amazon.












I also write under the nom de plume Tyrese Jordan and currently have two e-books under that name:

Driven by Desire :


Jacquie’s Dogging Delight:


While planning more book releases for the rest of the year, I am currently involved with Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers in my blog. I find these 200 word snippets quite exciting and a trial ground for some interesting new story ideas. I do hope you would look them up sometime.

While asking my friends and readers to watch out for the release of A Kinky New Beginning, I promise to keep you posted on my other projects as they come to fruition.

This blog would not be complete if I didn’t offer an excerpt from A Reluctant Slave.

A Reluctant Slave


Don Abdul ©2012


It had been three months since she had been at her job, and despite having no-one special in her life at the moment, Nimah had stayed true to her principle of not sleeping with her work colleagues so far. In the case of her handsome Executive Assistant however, that resolve was tested every now and then. At those times she would mentally chant the mantra ‘don’t shit where you eat’ over and over again until the worst had passed.

One lovely Friday morning, Nimah had the office to herself, the temp secretary she had been assigned from the pool was sitting in her outer office since Jack was away on an errand and wouldn’t be back until the following day. As she settled down to her first coffee of the day and looked forward to another routine day at work, there was a soft knock on her office door. It was the secretary bringing in her mail; after she departed, Nimah looked through the pile of envelopes separating the usual junk mail and bills. And then she saw it.

It was a neat small white envelope with her name neatly typed in Edwardian script. She thought it was rather strange and her curiosity was instantly piqued; ‘Who could it be from and what was it all about?’ she wondered as she slit the envelope open with the beautiful sterling silver  letter opener her father had given her last Christmas.

She unfolded the thick clean paper to read the message typed in the same font as the address on the envelope. “I have been watching you, day and night. I know you even better than you know yourself. By the time I’m done with you, you will belong to me.”

Nimah paused, and looked around cocking her ear as if expecting to hear something that would explain what she had just read. She instinctively began to push back her chair to get to her feet, ready to charge and hold someone responsible for this affront on her personal security.

The words that struck fear into her heart were: “…I have been watching you day and night.” With that fear however came a different kind of excitement, one she hadn’t felt in a long time. She sat back down and continued reading the letter.

Her heart was racing and her pussy was getting moist as she read on:

“Within the hour you shall receive further instructions, tasks shall be assigned to you and if those tasks are not completed, and on time too, there will be consequences.

“We both know that you will do as you’re told. You like this, you need this, and I bet your panties are getting wet by now too. Just remember, if you do not comply, there will be consequences.”

Nimah was furious as she no longer found any of the unfolding drama funny. She reached for her phone to call security, but then she stopped. ‘And what or whom shall I be reporting exactly,’ she wondered. She realized she had nothing to go on, and in a highly competitive corporate environment like the one in which she worked, she daren’t run the risk of being called crazy. She decided to lay an elaborate trap for whoever was behind the letter and when she had uncovered their identity, she would report them to the police.

As she settled down however she discovered that while she was angry at the perpetrator of the obnoxious intrusion into her life, her body had betrayed her. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she replayed the words in her head. Her nipples stiffened and her skin was covered in goose bumps. Her pussy was tingling and her panties soaked at that moment. Whoever it was that wrote that note knew her quite well; the big question was who wrote it. She wondered.

Nimah was embarrassed, even a little scared that this mystery person knew her well kept secret. It was a combination of emotions that thrilled her in ways she hadn’t felt for quite a while. ‘Whoever the mystery person is, I’ve got to find them and make an example of them to deter any others from putting their nose in my business,’ she resolved, as she awaited their next message.

After a futile attempt to concentrate on her work and put the mystery note behind her, Nimah finally gave up and set about an attempt to unravel the identity of her mystery note writer. She figured that the person who sent her the note probably worked in the same firm as she did since the envelope had no post mark on it, meaning it was an internal mail. That narrowed it down to at least 20 odd men. That was a great start as she could narrow the number down even further. Of those forty men, there were only about five who could remotely be considered familiar enough with her to even dream of attempting anything as brazen as that.

The first one of course would be 34 year-old Jordan Chestnut, a cocky black attorney from Legal Department. He was definitely a dream catch for any woman, and as a brotha, Nimah sometimes thought of him as a potential husband but only if that was what she was looking for. Counting against him of course was the fact that he was the resident player. He had bedded every available woman who would fall for his charms and smooth manner. Whereas Nimah didn’t care for his brand of charm, she had to admit that he was quite attractive, and the rumored size of his package made her sometimes think of fucking him just for fun. She, however, dropped Jordan as a likely author of the note. It just wasn’t his style.

‘Could it be Harry Prescott?’ she wondered. He was a ruggedly handsome 50 year-old married British expatriate that she sometimes fantasized about. She loved his broad grin and the easy mature air about him. He was a classic gentleman, very polite, yet discretely flirtatious. If she was going to sleep with a mature man he certainly would be a candidate. Prescott seemed to be quite happily married however, and that ruled him out also as a likely candidate.

Seth Bullworth, a 29 year old avid golfer was more interested in power lunches and activation of the old boy Ivy League networks to close deals than he was in the intricacies of a power exchange relationship. So he too was ruled out.

Dick Xavier was a 40 year old power bike buff, and by far the most likely candidate,
but she ruled him out as well because he was currently away on an official trip abroad.

The final name on her mental list was Jack Bradshaw, her own executive assistant. ‘Mmmm…’ she thought wishing it was he who had sent her the note. ‘Could it possibly be him?’ she wondered. He wasn’t at work that day and even if he was she doubted he was the sort of man to be interested in such things.

He had ignored her every attempt to stoke his fires for the past six months. She had flirted with him, tried to piss him off with her arrogance, but he had ignored all efforts to push his buttons. Through it all, he had remained very professional, and painfully polite. He often left her feeling both super turned-on and mighty pissed off all at once.

He probably didn’t realize the great power potential he had about him. He was the kind of man to whom she would submit any day, no questions asked. Just as she was about to close the book on her attempts to unmask her mystery man, a thought occurred to her. ‘Why did it have to be a man?’

Her mind immediately went to Candace Kennedy. Candace was a slightly older friend and colleague, a fellow VP with whom she frequently played tennis and had drinks. They had casually chatted about their mutual love of rough sex and issues of control. The pieces seemed to be falling into place. Candace knew Nimah’s lust for a dominant sex partner, and being a colleague she had easy access the internal mail system….

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Charisma Will Cast A Spell On You

© Photographer: Radu Razvan Gheorghe | Purchased at Agency:

From the moment I walk into the cafe the aura of the place is electric and I know exactly why.

Charisma is here to meet me for drinks. The woman is witching and wherever she goes it changes the place into something magical. Something powerful and full of hunger. and I’m not surprised the crowd of men drooling over her as they stare in her direction on the patio where she sits waiting for me.

For a moment I stop in the doorway and watch as she brushes a loose strand of auburn hair from her face. She adjusts her sunglasses when a ray of sunshine hits her porcelain face and smiles. It fascinates me as the men continue to follow her every move. Her short frilly skirt rises giving her admirers a peak at her long luscious legs with each subtle move and her very presence is torturing the other male and female patrons.

SC: Charisma, so wonderful that you were able to meet me here for a drink.

C: Oh Mistress Savannah, you know I wouldn’t pass this up. Master is in slumber right now and I shall be going to see him later on.

SC: Ahh yes, how is Victor doing?

C: Impatient, the night approaches and he worries about me, if I will be able to handle the awakening.

SC: You’ll surely be able to handle it. You are strong and powerful. Look at your very presence has done to all the men around us.

C: That’s nothing. I’m sure I can handle it. If I can handle Victor, I’m able to do it all. I’ve been preparing myself with his guidance. I only have to patiently wait a few more days and then everything will be over with.

SC: Both of you will be able to relax.

C: I think Master will be more at ease after everything is said and done.

A smile graces her face.

SC: So what are we going to order?

C: I’m getting myself a Salem Witch. I want something with a magical kick, like me.

SC: Why doesn’t that shock me?

C: What?

I spend the rest of the afternoon with Charisma chatting about Victor and just what they’ve been up to since my last visit.

So now if you want to try to make yourself your very own Salem Witch here is the recipe

• 1 cup ice cubes
• 1/2 fluid ounce vodka
• 1/2 fluid ounce raspberry schnapps
• 1/2 fluid ounce melon liqueur
• 1 splash lime juice
• 1/4 cup sweet and sour mix
• 1 fluid ounce club soda
• 1 splash grenadine syrup
Mixing Directions
1. Fill a collins glass with ice, and pour in the 1/2 fluid ounce of vodka, raspberry schnapps, melon liqueur, and splash of lime juice. Then pour in the sour mix until the glass is 2/3 full and top off the glass with the soda water. Stir gently to mix, then add a splash of grenadine to serve.

Charisma is featured in my latest release Six Degrees Of Passion, a collection of smoking hot BDSM flashers.

Publishing Date: July 11, 2012
Publisher: Amazon Digital
Format: eBook
Price: $0.99

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Imagine a world full of boundless passion, where the intimate touch of a man or woman and the desperate cravings pent up inside, leave you breathless with anticipation. Passion and desire come in many forms, and some of the most powerful moments shared between consenting adults can include aspects of the BDSM lifestyle. When you love someone with all your heart and soul, will the passion you feel give you enough to submit total control? The journey into the lifestyle is uninhibited, complete with trust and understanding, and few of us ever experience these heightened levels of joy.

Join six talented writers as they bring you varying aspects of the BDSM lifestyle in sizzling pieces of flash fiction. These snippets are designed to draw you into the heat of passion filled nights, unbridled looks at highly erotic sessions. Included are Kiki Howell’s tales of the paranormal, where vampires and witches fight for the very souls of humanity and each other. Cassandre Dayne’s scorching stories of passion stretch the boundaries of our secret fantasies. Benjamin T. Russell’s captivates with intense glimpses into a Dom understanding a submissive’s deepest needs. In addition, Savannah Chase has a sensual, soul wrenching and yet gripping way of sharing the powerful intimacy experienced between women. Abby Hayes gives you highly charged and quick-witted tales of kink between multiple partners that will keep you guessing to the end. Finally, DH Black, will leave you shuddering with her gritty and sometimes brutal aspects of showing the darker side of BDSM.

Each tale entertains while leaving the reader trembling for another installment. Indulge. Fantasize. Delve into the darker side of passion…


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Satisfying My Sweet Tooth…

Happy Tuesday, all you smutty 69ers out there! It’s my day to rock this blog. So look out world, here I come…

Actually, I’m not really going after the world. Nope, not me. I’m too busy for that—at least, for the time being. Muahahaha. I shall make no guarantees for tomorrow or the next day or even the one after that. Divulging my wicked plot for world domination and global naughtification would only impede me. And we can’t have that, now can we?

All teasing aside, I’m hanging out in Serenity, Kansas today with the lovely Katie-Anne Blakemore. Why don’t you wander over to Lou’s Café and eat with us? There are milkshakes, salty French fries, and more than one greasy hamburger to be devoured…Mmm-mm-mmm. Who could turn that down? Certainly not me.

Oh, yeah, I forgot to mention that the café also has a variety healthy foods for the nutrition conscious and meatless foods for the vegetarian diners. But don’t tell Lou…Nikki has to sneak them in the side door so that the owner and resident Drama King doesn’t blow a freaking gasket.

So come on! Goodness know that we love to have company when we get down to the nitty, gritty, naughty business…

(I enter Lou’s Café, my eyes immediately are drawn to the corner booth where the girls always sit. Of course, Katie-Anne is already there, waiting on me. I mosey across the black-and-white checkered floor then take a seat across the table from Katie-Anne in the worn-out red booth.)

Mia: “Hey woman!”

Katie-Anne: “Mia, my dear. You made it.” (slides a supersized chocolate milkshake toward me)

Mia: (smiles and takes the sweet treat from Katie-Anne) “Of course, I did.” (takes a sip of the ice cold concoction and moans softly before returning it to the table) “Wait a minute, you sound shocked.”

Katie-Anne: (smirks) “Not hardly. You’re too nosy to stay away.”

Mia: “Moi?”

Katie-Anne: “Yes, you. I swear, you might be worse than my best friend, Shannon Roberts.”

Mia: (arches eyebrow)

Katie-Anne: “Then again, maybe not.”

Mia: “That’s what I thought.”

Katie-Anne: “I’m not backing down because I am scared of you if that is what you are thinking. I just don’t think that anyone could be nosier than Shannon—not even you.”

Mia: “I would never.”

Katie-Anne: (snorts) “Yes, you would. And you know it.”

Mia: “There might be a teeny-weenie inkling of truth to your statement.” (whispers) “But if you tell anyone I will deny it until my dying day.”

Katie-Anne: (nods solemnly then crosses her finger across her chest) “It’ll be our little secret.”

Mia: (rolls eyes) “Until you see Jaycee and Shannon. Then you will squawk like a canary.”

Katie-Anne: “They are my best friends, and we don’t keep secrets from each other.”

Mia: “Anymore.”

Katie-Anne: (nods then frowns) “Yeah, we try to tell each other everything now.” (sighs) “I shouldn’t have hidden so many things from the people I love, just like Shannon shouldn’t have. We’ve all learned our lessons. We’re more committed than ever to our relationship.”

Mia: “You do realize that you sound like the three of you are…”

Katie-Anne: “Fucking each other’s brains out?” (lifts her drink and takes a dainty sip then sits it back down) “We have a freaky friendship ménage going on but no sex. They aren’t my type.”

Mia: (laughs) “That’s probably a good thing since I know of seven men who would be put out with the three of you over that.”

Katie-Anne: “Touché.”

Mia: “So…how’s it going? It seems like we haven’t chatted in…forever.”

Katie-Anne: “I know. You have been a busy writer.”

Mia: “And you have had your hands full.”

Katie-Anne: (grins) “You have no idea.”

Mia: “Oh, but I do. Remember? I wrote all about you, Shane, and Landon…I know everything.”

Katie-Anne: “That’s what they all say. But you must never judge a book by its cover.”

Mia: “Seriously? You just had to bring in a book metaphor.”

Katie-Anne: “You can thank me later.”

Mia: “Smartass.”

Katie-Anne: “Aw, thank you, Mia. I love when you compliment me.”

Mia: “Bite me.”

Katie-Anne: “No thank you. If I refuse to bite Shannon, I should probably avoid biting you. I would hate for my best friend to get jealous.”

Mia: “Somehow I don’t see that happening.”

Katie-Anne: “Probably not.”

Mia: “So how are Shannon and Jaycee?”

Katie-Anne: “The same as ever—naughty little hellions.”

Mia: “Pot meet kettle.”

Katie-Anne: “I’m the good one.”

Mia: “Says the girl who probably had her ass spanked last night.”

Katie-Anne: “That doesn’t mean anything. I get my ass spanked almost every night.”

Mia: “Almost? That is surprising to hear. I figured you would get it every night.”

Katie-Anne: “Oh I get it every night…but sometimes my ass needs a break.”

Mia: “I’ll just bet it does.”

Katie-Anne: “I resent that.”

Mia: “Sure you do.”

Katie-Anne: (sits up straight) “I do.”

Mia: (nods) “Mmhhmm. I totally believe you…Not.”

Katie-Anne: (huffs) “Fine, believe what you want.”

Mia: “I will.”

Katie-Anne: (drinks half of her chocolate milkshake)

Mia: “You are going to get brain freeze.”

(Out of nowhere, two big, broad men—one light haired hottie and one dark haired devil—appear by our table.)

Landon: “That is what we tell her all the time, but she doesn’t listen.”

Katie-Anne: (shrugs) “Wouldn’t be the first time. Won’t be that last.”

Shane: “We know that, little one. We just worry about you.”

Katie-Anne: (smiles) “I know, Shane. You two take good care of me.”

Mia: (sighs) “I love to see you guys like this.”

Shane: “We have you to thank, Mia.”

Landon: (nods) “If you need anything…”

Mia: “I just want you guys to be happy. You deserve it.”

Katie-Anne: (grasps my hand in hers) “Thank you…for everything.”

Mia: (clears throat) “Ah, it was nothing.”

Shane: “No, you gave me everything.”

Mia: “Okay, okay. We are not going to get all sappy now.”

Landon: (reaches over to the next table and gets a napkin then hands it to Katie-Anne) “Just in case, kitten.”

Katie-Anne: “Sorry. I get all weepy anymore.”

Mia: “I understand completely. I’ve been there before.” (grins) “I know how to make it all better…”

Shane: “So do I.” (winks at me then scoops Katie-Anne and holds her close to his chest) “I’m going to kiss them all away.”

Landon: “That isn’t all you’ll do.”

Shane: (gives Landon his delicious Dom stare) “Behave.”

Landon: (shrugs irreverently) “Just saying.”

Shane: “Say goodbye, Katie-Anne.”

Katie-Anne: (pecks a kiss to Shane’s cheek) “Who says I was done, my love?”

(Shane, Landon, and I all speak at the same time.)

Shane: “I did.”

Landon: “We did.”

Mia: “I totally did.”

Katie-Anne: (snuggles into Shane’s embrace) “Oh, well. Looks like I’m outvoted.”

Mia: “Poor you.”

Katie-Anne: “My life is hard…”

Shane: (With a growl, he heads for the door with Landon in tow.) “I’ll show you hard.”

Katie-Anne: “See you later, Mia! Love you!”

Mia: “Love you too!”

(Left alone with one and a half milkshakes…I start drinking.)

I hope you enjoyed a glimpse into our little milkshake break at Lou’s Café. Next Friday, August 3rd, Katie-Anne’s story will be released by Siren Publishing. I promise that there will be a lot more milkshakes where this came from in her story, It Takes Three to Fly.

Until next time…Have a great Tuesday!

Love and cherries,


 Katie-Anne’s Story (Sweet Serenity 3) – Coming Soon!


p.s. If you’re in the mood for Lou’s deliciously decadent chocolate shake, here’s his secret recipe…or so he tells me. I think the little devil is hiding his secret ingredient. What do you think?


  • 1 cup of vanilla ice cream
  • ¼ cup of ice-cold whole milk
  • 2 tablespoons of chocolate syrup


  1. Pour the whole milk into a blender.
  2. Drizzle the chocolate syrup on top of the milk.
  3. Using the proper lid, cover the blender then mix the milk and syrup on high for two to three seconds.
  4. Once the milk and chocolate syrup appear to have combined evenly, turn off the blender and remove the lid carefully.
  5. Add the ice cream to the milk/syrup mixture then cover the blender again.
  6. Using the lowest setting, blend the ice cream, milk, and syrup until smooth.*
  7. Serve immediately.

*Note: Add milk and/or ice cream as needed to reach the correct consistency. Use milk to thin the texture or use ice cream to thicken it up.

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Sex on the beach with Dita Parker and Lucie Marcotte

Welcome to Savannah! I’m at Smoke and Mirrors with native Savannahian Lucie Marcotte, and when I say native, I mean born the year the city became the colonial capital of Georgia. 1751. Shh, it’s a secret, and you’re not telling, right? Good. No, she’s not a vampire so she’s not after your blood. She’d rather have some… Hmm, let’s find out what.

I’m greeted warmly by a lovely woman in black pumps and pencil skirt, and a sleeveless pink blouse that makes it obvious she skipped the bra.

Dita: Looking good, Miss M! So I take it Mac is on his way.

Lucie: Nah, I just thought I’d mess with Bruno. Payback for the fun he has at the expense of the poor innocent tourists.

Bruno: Me? (A mock-insulted voice sounds from behind.) I aim to please.

Lucie: You aim to tease and that’s all there is to it.

Bruno: (raises his hands in surrender) So ladies. What’s your pleasure? (He leans well into my personal space.) How about a Screaming Orgasm?

Dita: Maybe later. What I’d really like…(I look him up and down)…is a Full Monty.

Bruno: I’m fresh out of ginseng root. Will root ginger do?

Dita: Nicely, thank you.

Bruno: (straightens, clucking his tongue at Lucie) You warned her, didn’t you?

Lucie: Oh yes.

Bruno: Spoilsport. SoCo and lime, honey?

Lucie: Oh that’s just mean. Sex on the beach, please.

Bruno: You know I’d love to, but Mac has made it quite clear it’s not in the cards, so—

Lucie: Bruno…

Bruno: (winks) Coming right up.

Lucie: Told you. Totally incorrigible. He once asked Mac if he’d be interested in a Ménage à Trois. It took Mac a total of five seconds to realize what Bruno meant. For the first three, Mac looked ready to pull Bruno on the counter and start sweeping. The first time I walked in here, he told me I looked like I needed a Long Slow Comfortable Screw Against the Wall. Which wasn’t that off the mark, but I didn’t know it was only a joke and a drink until he laughed at my expression and mixed me one.

Dita: What was that SoCo and lime business?

Lucie: Oh God. I really enjoyed that Screw despite the gin because I love Southern Comfort. So Bruno started fixing me all kinds of SoCo-based drinks. Found out my favorite was a simple shot. SoCo and lime, that’s all. Then I went and ruined it for all eternity.

Dita: And in your case that’s forever.

Lucie: Afraid so. I have MacCale to blame for that, but that’s another story for some other time.

Dita: Do you remember the first drink you ever had?

Lucie: (long pause) Some watered-down wine in my early teens? I remember my father brought whole casks over from Europe and that some survived the trip better than others. But the first all-American drink I ever had is a Southern staple, the mint julep, and let me tell you, the 19th century stuff was just…yuck. The gin-based ones tasted like bad medicine. *shivers* I still can’t stomach anything with jenever. Then I tasted one made with bourbon and that just made all the difference. At least for me.

Dita: I hear Boyd Ferguson is the master of Savannahian mint juleps.

Lucie: Dearest Boyd is the master of just about everything. He says the secret is in the cup. Don’t use a glass, use a chilled silver cup. Make sure the mint is fresh, the bourbon the good stuff, don’t let the ice turn to slush and for heaven’s sake don’t nurse that drink, it ruins the frosting. Have you ever witnessed a Japanese tea ceremony? That’s Boyd Ferguson preparing a mint julep for you. It’s a beautiful thing. And so tasty! But a word of warning. If you ever get invited to one of Boyd’s famous parties, beware the punch. More often than not, it’s Chatham Artillery. That’s like the Long Island Iced Tea of punches, like asking would you like some whisky with your bourbon. If you’re looking for a drink, opt for the mint juleps. If you’re looking to get drunk, you can’t go wrong with the Chatham Artillery punch.

Dita: OK, I’ll keep that in mind. So where’s Bruno? All this talk about drinking is making me thirsty!

Lucie: (cranes her neck) Oh you gotta be kidding me.

Dita: What? (turns to the bar where Bruno is horsing around and openly flirting with two young women)


Lucie: Don’t worry, that’s just water. (shakes her head) Is it just him or do they teach that stuff in bartending schools?

Dita: He’s just…personable.

Lucie: And then some. (shakes her head again) You’re not in a hurry, are you?

Dita: Not at all.

Lucie: Great. When the after-work crowd clears, that’s when the party starts.

Dita: Should we call MacCale in case we need a shoulder to lean on on the way home? What’s his favorite drink, by the way?

Lucie: Between the Sheets? (bursts out laughing) He’s not much of a drinker, but I’ve seen him down a Boilermaker on occasion. Smoke and Mirrors has some seriously fine whisky brands and hand brewed beer in stock and Bruno sure knows how to pair them.

Dita: He’s something else.

Lucie: Mac or Bruno?

Dita: Both.

Lucie: (sighs) One of a kind.

Dita: I’ll drink to that.

Lucie Marcotte is the heroine of my upcoming paranormal erotic romance Perpetual Pleasure (Ellora’s Cave Publishing). For the latest on release dates, excerpts and other tidbits, click my name on the banner, follow me on Twitter or friend me on Facebook. For the drink recipes, visit Dita’s Den.

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Twisted by Love unveiling…

Last time I gave readers a taste of my new reincarnation series with an excerpt of Twisted by Love. This time I’m unveiling the sexy new cover for the book. If you’ll remember, I mentioned that my own personal reincarnation experience involved being bitten by snakes (yuk!), and I used that for my heroine in the book, too. What the heck, they do say write what you know!  So here’s my cover by the fabulous Rae Monet, who did the covers for my West Coast series, the Prescott Twins, and Take Your Pleasure.

Cover art is so important. That’s what we see first, what pulls us in, gets us to read the back of the book or the description on an ebook site. I wanted something very special for this cover. I wanted to give readers a sense of the setting, a creepy old house (yes, there’s a creepy old house in the book!). Now personally I think the woman and the snake are kinda sexy. I wanted to grab readers with an image of a snake entwining a woman. And lo and behold, Rae found the perfect photo. Of course, the book is the antithesis, because the snake represents something frightening, but that’s why I think the cover works, since the story is about facing fears, overcoming them, and actually embracing them.

Twisted by Love

So tell me what you think? Does it grab you, horrify you, make you want to get the book and read it!? The house in the book doesn’t look anything like the house on the cover, does that bother readers? As you can tell, I’m very curious about reactions. I hope to have Twisted By Love out in August.

I don’t want to miss telling you what my heroine’s favorite drink is! Because it’s also my favorite (go figure why I’d use it in a book!). A champagne cocktail. Drop a sugar cube in the bottom of a champagne flute, add a teaspoon of Angostura bitters, then fill the glass with champagne. Be careful, though, the sugar will make the champagne foam quickly, so pour very slowly. Another hint, no need to use a really expensive champagne. The bitters and sugar mask the flavor so it’s actually best to use something more moderately priced. LOL, can you tell I was a thrifty accountant in my former life!?

While we’re at it, I’ll unveil the cover for Kinky Neighbors: Cat and Logan’s Just Desserts (or Kinky Neighbors Two, if you like). Readers have been asking what happened to the Mitchells and the Harts after their naughty little foursome in Kinky Neighbors. Find out in this short sequel! I wanted something that typified Cat Mitchell. And I felt the sly look on this model’s face was perfect. Rae Monet did the sequel cover, and Rosemary Gunn did the original book cover. I love them both! This one should also be ready sometime in August. Hmm, which to revise first, Twisted by Love or Kinky Neighbors Two?

Kinky Neighbors TwoPhotobucket

An announcement! I’ve just signed a new two-book contract with Berkley Heat. The books will be in the same vein as The Principal’s Office, with a little bit of spanking and bondage (I call it bondage lite!). Readers can expect to see those books starting in the latter half of 2013.

And a little bit of promo! July brings us Smashwords summer/winter sale! You can try Dead to the Max and Double The Pleasure for free! Go to my Smashwords page:, and enter the code SSWIN at checkout. She’s Gotta Be Mine by Jennifer Skully (me!) is free on (until they see that it’s back to regular price on iTunes!). Beauty or the Bitch, a contemporary retelling of Beauty and the Beast (with a twist!) is also free on I always enjoyed this story because Beauty and the Beast was my favorite fairy tale. I’m blogging about the Max Starr series over at I hope you’ll stop by! I also hope you’ll drop by my radio interview with Ande Lyon of Bring Back Desire After Dark It will air Wed, 8/1, at 11 PM EST. I could blab on, but I’ll stop now!

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Have A Longneck With Rafe McCord

Exciting news! The Cowboy Lust anthology is available in paperback today (a month early!) at Amazon (Kindle version is still pre-order) My short story in the book is Banging the Cowboy. Belly up to the bar, order yourself a cold one, and say ‘howdy’ to Rafe McCord.


Rafe spends six days a week riding herd over twenty-thousand cattle and a bunkhouse full of unruly cowpokes. His Saturday nights he spends hanging out at the local honky tonk. Not as much for the one-nighters he’s always been able to pick up, but lately…it’s to watch Annie. Up there on the stage playing her drums like she does every weekend.

As he takes a long pull on his bottle of American beer, he decides tonight’s the night. He’s going to go for it. Annie’s been avoiding him for too long, now, and in his opinion, it’s well past time they got together.

The band finishes the last song of the night and the house lights come up. Rafe tips back the rest of his brew, sets the bottle on the bar, and resettles his Stetson on his head.

Ignoring an unfamiliar twinge of nervousness, he squares his shoulders and walks to the stage.


Excerpt: Annie folded the legs on her throne and set it aside, and started unscrewing the wing nut holding her ride symbol on its stand but stopped, sensing someone behind her. She turned and nearly tripped on the base drum pedal. “Rafe?”

Standing this close, she could see the faint scar that slashed his cheek, and smell his aftershave, dark and mysterious. Just like him. Then his lips curved into a seductive grin, making her insides shimmy, amping up her desire until it was painful to keep from touching him.

“So. You’re single and rich, huh?”

She blinked a few times.

He bent and picked up her throne, then grabbed her floor tom. “Your van’s out back?”

She nodded, amazed that he was helping, but even more so that he knew she had a van, and where she parked it.


Another stunned-speechless nod from her.

He gave a quiet laugh and walked off, his heavy thighs bunching as he went down the steps, his boots thudding heavily on the wood. And all she could do was stare at his ass.

She unfastened everything and picked up the bass drum just as he came back. He took it, and as their fingers brushed, their gazes locked. His nostrils flared and she imagined him doing the same thing as he moved his head between her spread thighs, looking at her over her mound as he breathed deep of her woman scent. His lips would open and his tongue would find her secret place, exploring, licking, and kissing. “Oh, yes.”

“Yes?” he said with a wily grin.

Had she just moaned that out loud?

Blurb: Every Saturday for a year, Annie Paris has lusted after Rafe McCord from behind her drumset on stage at the honky tonk. The Big Cowboy, they call him, and rumors say he likes it rough in the bedroom. The thought of banging him makes Annie’s pussy tingle and cream.

But Rafe is a one-night-stand kind of guy, and Annie couldn’t handle seeing him every Saturday, knowing she’d already had her one night with him. That there’d be no more.

Tonight, something’s different. Rafe doesn’t leave with a woman. And he’s been staring at Annie since he came in the door. At closing time, he sets his longneck on the bar, and swaggers toward her, his gaze locked on hers, his smile pure sexual invitation. Annie’s slit contracts and her nipples harden. Oh, God, if he asks her to his house for a rough ride on his big, hard cock, where would she find the strength to say “no”?


Enjoy your brew – it’s 5 o’clock somewhere!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
Turn Up the Heat,Chase and Seduction and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon
and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
The paperback format of Cowboy Lust is available now (a month early!) at Amazon (Kindle version available for pre-order, still)

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If the FBI Looked at My Browsing History


Recently I started thinking about what would happen if my hard drive was confiscated by the FBI. That mysterious little group would have one hell of a fun time looking at what I do! Everything—okay, almost everything—I look at is for the good of the writing craft.
Strange research topics top the list of what I browse for. Here’s a little sampling of some of the bizarre things I’ve searched for in the past two months:

1. What did a whore cost in 1870’s Texas?
2. Famous arson names
3. Analingus techniques
4. Banana pictures
5. Mantel vs. mantle (b/c I can never remember which is a cloak and which is the one you make love in front of)
6. Hunky cowboy pictures
7. Chemicals used to start fires
8. The Fray lyrics
9. Sexy stilettos
10. Entertainment for kids in summer
11. Quotes about love
12. Swedish boy and girl names
13. Same Sex curiosity
14. Middle Eastern names
15. Jack-off buddy
16. Slave pictures
17. Leopard coats
18. Fantastic-ebooks, because they pirated my stories and I had to threaten them with legal action, so don’t ever purchase anything from them please!
19. “If I Were a Boy” by Beyonce on youtube, as sung by Nellie from the Glee Project
20. Pawsitive Image grooming (for Daisy Hasselhoff, my Labradoodle puppy)
21. Vaginal tattooing
22. Lingerie in Old West
23. How to hold a sword
24. Would someone die if shot in the … (insert body part)
25. Dom terms

That is just the beginning of my browsing history. This barely skims the number of trips to Tumblr I make, or the visits to video sites for a little inspiration. *grin* These searches involve everything from masturbation to shackles.

Then there are times I’m searching for coloring pages for my kids, and I’ve gone through about ten pages of “lemur pictures”. So what do you think the FBI would think of me? Would they cart me away, screaming and kicking that I’m just an erotic romance author and mother of four?

Here’s a little contest for you. Come up with a name for my “illness” or “crime”, and I’ll choose the best one in my opinion. Winner gets her choice of title from my backlist! Can’t wait to see what you come up with!

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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Have a drink with Cooper from Bermuda Triangle

Any of you who know me well at all know I like to drink. One of my favorite summer concoctions is a mojito. I have a mint plant growing on my deck for plenty of summertime refreshments for all. Of course when having an adult beverage it’s always best to enjoy in the company of a sexy man, so I’ve sent Cooper, from Bermuda Triangle, to gather all the ingredients from his garden and mix them up for us.  Enjoy!

Mojito Recipe:
7 mint leaves

Juice from ½ of a lime

1 ½ shots white rum

2 shots soda water

1 Tbsp. powdered sugar


Cooper shoots a sexy grin this way as he throws the mint leaves on the bottom of the glass and presses them with a wooden mudder setting the mint aroma free. He squeezes the lime and tosses the juice in with the mint, and then fills the glass almost to the top with ice, adds the rum and soda water and last he stirs in the powdered sugar.

Go ahead. Have a sip:)

A short excerpt from Bermuda Triangle to enjoy while you drink:Photobucket

The view from where they stood was amazing. A brilliant blue covered the sky without interruption from a single cloud. There were a couple other small islands that dotted the horizon, but other than that only endless water in every direction.

“Dalton is disgusted by my choice I guess. ‘How can a man of your skill in medical research choose to spend time playing in the dirt and fixing wrinkles?’ That’s what he thinks of my work.”

“Doesn’t seem like a good reason to not have a relationship with your own brother.” They were both good guys, but for some reason they didn’t get along.

There had to be more to the story and she was snoopy enough to be the one to find out. It might not be any of her business, but as long as she was stuck with them, she was going to put some effort into making things more pleasant between the brothers.

“I’m not too worried about him. I’ve got more interesting things to think about.” He moved closer to Paige.

“What kind of things?” She was drawn to him, wanted to know everything about Cooper.

“Loving life, having a little fun.” His voice was deep and sexy.

“A little fun?” She sounded like a friggin’ parrot, but his nearness, his potent male sexuality caused her brain cells to frizzle.

“Sometimes a lot of fun.” His words were unnerving. Cooper tilted her face up, his full lips were close, tempting her. His arm wrapped around her waist, pulling Paige closer. Her body molded to his and she sucked in a breath.

It was now official, and so wrong. She was lusting after both brothers. Paige should move away from Cooper, but her body wanted his touch, his kiss, too badly.

He dropped his mouth down to hers, covering her lips with his heat, his passion. Her mouth parted for him instantly. Letting his tongue in to taste her, tease her. Every inch of skin on her body started to hum. Her pussy throbbed and she wanted to jump on his cock right there.

Cooper pulled away and grinned knowingly, as if he could read her thoughts, could feel her lust for him.

“That was nice. Very nice.” He grinned down at her.

She was a little bit shocked and a little bit embarrassed by her body’s strong reaction, but his hard-on jutting out in her direction let Paige know she wasn’t the only one affected.

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