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Submission Becomes Her…and so does an Appletini!

I don’t give much thought to what my characters drink in my books.  That being said, I usually have my heroes drink something “manly” while the heroines drink something more traditionally “feminine.”  However, in my bdsm erotic romance SUBMISSION BECOMES HER, what the characters drink is integral to the story because the the hero and heroine are finally meeting each other for dinner for the first time after having a sexy dom/sub relationship online. They haven’t exchanged pics, so the heroine tells him she’ll be drinking an appletini. He’ll be drinking some fancy microbrewery beer.

Simple, right? Well, it would be if the hero wasn’t her ex-boyfriend – the one she was too shy to admit her desire to be dominated.

She wants to be dominated by a man and he’s going to help her live out her every fantasy!

Josie Roberts has a secret fantasy. She wants to be dominated, to feel owned by a man in the bedroom while being his complete equal outside of it. Finding that man has been difficult, however. But then she meets “Sir Dom” in an online BDSM chat room. After weeks of cyberspanking, Josie and her online Dom are both ready for the real thing, so they decide to finally meet in person.

When Josie arrives at the restaurant, she’s stunned to discover “Sir Dom” is none other than her ex-boyfriend Gavin Elliot. She can’t believe it. He might be gorgeous, but when it came to sex, he was about as vanilla as a man could get. Or so she’d always thought.

It turns out Gavin had kept his dream of dominating a woman in the bedroom a secret, too. And now, he’s going to live out every fantasy he’s ever had by tying her up and spanking her until she begs for more.

Excerpt:

Without a word, he snaked his hand in her hair and with a firm, but gentle tug, tilted her head back. The show of dominance made her go gooey inside and she gripped the front of his shirt for support as he claimed her mouth in a scorching kiss.

“Tonight, and for every night after, you’re going to be my submissive when we’re in this room, and I will be your master,” he rasped. “Is that understood?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Tonight, and for every night after, I will be your submissive when we’re in this room,” she promised. “And you will be my master.”

The words were a vow, and as she said them, Josie knew they tied her to Gavin as completely as if they were married.

Taking her hand, he picked up one of the leather cuffs from the bed and slipped it over her wrist, tightening it so that it fit snuggly. Then he did the same with her other wrist. Her heart was beating so loudly she was sure he must be able to hear it, but he made no comment as he led her over to the foot of the bed. Turning her to face it, he put his hand on her back and bent her over the bed. She wondered if he was going to cuff her hands behind her back with the sturdy- looking hooks that were attached to the leather. The image sent a quiver through her.

But he instructed her to put her hands above her head. She started to ask why, but remembered the vow she’d made and caught herself. She rested her cheek on the coverlet and obediently placed her arms out in front of her on the bed. Gavin took her right wrist and slid her arm closer to the edge of the bed. A moment later, she heard a click as he attached something to the leather cuff. Or rather, attached the cuff to something on the bed. She automatically gave her wrist a tug, but it wouldn’t give. That was when she saw the strap hanging over the side of the bed. It was some kind of restraint system, she realized as Gavin secured her other wrist to the opposite side of the bed. She gave that one a tug, too, but it was just as tightly bound as the other.

“Spread your legs,” he said softly.

Josie was so busy thinking about the restraints on her wrist, she didn’t realize Gavin had come around the bed to stand in back of her. Afraid he would think she’d forgotten her place already, she quickly spread her legs. It was only after she did that she realized just how vulnerable she was in that position, and as Gavin fit the leather cuffs around her ankles, she had to fight the urge to close her legs.

She expected him to secure them to the bed the same way he’d done with her wrists, but instead, she felt him attach something to the inside of the cuff around her right ankle. When he did the same to the cuff on the left one, she realized it was some kind of bar designed to keep her legs spread. If she’d thought she felt vulnerable before, that was nothing compared to how helpless and exposed she felt now. It had her so wet, she was practically gushing.

She sensed Gavin straighten up behind her. She automatically tensed, waiting for him to reach for either the paddle or the leather strap—both of which were still on the bed and in view. But he only ran his hand over the curve of her ass. Then gave it a firm squeeze.

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Appletini

How to Make an Appletini!

Stir ingredients together with  crushed ice in a cocktail/martini glass, and serve.

*hugs*
Paige

Sexy Romantic Fiction

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WTF Question of the Day #2

Hello Fellow Smut Lovers, my name is Benjamin T. Russell – Author & Provocateur and I’m your host today at 69 Shades of Smut. I want to thank you for stopping by and visiting our Blog. I have what I hope is an interesting proposition for you today. A WTF question I believe you will find to be both interesting and thought provoking.

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Ok, let’s get this show on the road. A few weeks ago, I woke up in the middle of the night and I just couldn’t go back to sleep. In and of itself, that’s not unusual – because my Muse often interrupts my sleep by caressing my mind with the wet heat of her fertile imagination. On this particular night, it wasn’t my muse, Jezebel, who woke me from a sound, albeit all too brief slumber – it was the demon of uncertainty who roused me out bed. That S.O.B. pops up at the most inopportune times, but that’s the subject of another post.

Anyway, on this night I decided to get up and watch a movie. Surely, there must be some informmercials that would bore me back to sleep. Well, thanks to the miracle of satellite TV, I actually found a good movie on. One of personal favorites – “What Women Want”, starring Mel Gibson – before he became a bad guy.  I think it’s technically classified as a chick-flick and before you ask, I am already on record for admitting that I do watch chick-flicks.

In case you haven’t seen it, the premise of this movie is that somehow Mel Gibson acquires the power to know what women are thinking, what they want.  WTF – how cool is that?

There are all these comic book super hero movies out now and the hero has these fantastic super powers. There is super strength, super speed, the cape, shield, suit of armor, ability to crawl up walls, even a big ass enchanted hammer. But WTF, being able to know what a woman wants, hot damn – now that is a real super power. Crap, half the time I don’t even know what I want, hence one of the reasons I was up watching Mel Gibson that night.  WTF, do women even know what they want?  Oops, that is clearly another post.

Well, since I’d seen it 69 times before, the movie put me to sleep or maybe it was the last swig of wine in the bottle I cradled in my arms as I drifted off. In my sleep, I dreamed of what I’d do with the super power to know what women wanted and I started stroking my – wine bottle. It was hard, wet and in my dazed state, it became the focus of my mental energy.

Ok, so here is where it gets a little weird. In a puff of smoke, a genie appeared. She was blonde, nude – sexy as hell and damn she reminded me of someone, but I couldn’t put a name to her face, maybe because I hardly looked at her face.

“WTF, who the heck are you,” I exclaimed.

She straddled my lap and licked my lips. “I am the WTF-Genie and you have summoned me by stroking your – bottle. I am here to give you insight into the WTF question on your mind and oh by the way, I think it will make a great 69 Shades of Smut Blog post. I really love that site. I’ve read everything by every writer who is a part of that group. You guys rock.”

I shifted in my chair and tried to make sure my ‘bottle’ was properly aligned. “Ok WTF-Genie, tell me what’s on your mind.”

Ladies and Gentlemen, here is the WTF Question of the Day –

If you could ask the WTF-Genie to endow your Mate, SO, Husband, Wife, Boyfriend, Girlfriend or whatever, with one of the following qualities – which one would you chose?

I know some of you will want to cheat and try to create a hybrid, some combination of the qualities listed, but that’s not how this WTF question works. Just One, you can only pick one quality to have infused into the very DNA of the person you chose. Think long and hard about what you want, the WTF-Genie is watching.

  1. Acceptance – Absolutely and complete acceptance of all of you. Every wrinkle, bad habit and any other quirks you might have. When this quality is instilled into a person, not only will he/she accept you and all your faults, they will also “get” you too. They will understand you in ways you don’t even understand. You can read more on the power and allure of Acceptance, by clicking on the embedded link in my author friend Cassandre Dayne’s name and checking out one of her more intriguing blog posts.
  2. Devotion – Utter and complete devotion. Making you happy makes them happy. They will put your wants and needs before their own. Nothing is more important to them than seeing a smile on your face and doing anything they can possibly do to give you joy.
  3. Trust – I’m stealing this definition from my author friend E. R. Pierce, you can click on the embedded link in her name to read a very interesting blog post that she did on the subject of trust. The WTF-Genie can give your other what’s need for you to have identity-based trust in him/her. Identity based trust is the deepest and most intimate level of trust. You share your hopes, dreams and fears with another, and hope to fuck they don’t squander your heart. You allow yourself to become vulnerable and you know in your heart, soul and mind the other person won’t take advantage of you or hurt you on purpose. This doesn’t mean the other person accepts you and your issues, but you trust them not to betray you.
  4. Sex – OMG, you can look at this other person and have an orgasm. Sex with this person exceeds your wildest fantasies. There is absolutely nothing this person can’t or won’t do to get you off. When you’re having sex with this person, it is a physical and emotional connection that rocks your world EVERY TIME.

Ok Smut Lovers – please leave your comments and help me answer the WTF Question.  Can you guess what quality I’d want to have the WTF-Genie trickle down the throat of the person I chose? What about you, what do you want?

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Lily Harlem’s That Filthy Book

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Thanks so much for inviting me to blog on 69 Shades of Smut, its great to be here. I’m going to present my co-author novel THAT FILTHY BOOK which is more than smutty enough to lurk on these pages!

Here is the blurb…

Out of sight, out of mind. Or so I thought, but it turns out an old, dog-eared book with contents so filthy and so depraved that I’d been forced to hide it after reading, has sank deeper into my erotic subconscious than I’d ever imagined. Luckily though, Jacob is up for exploring the new side of me that has risen to the surface after all these years.

In a whirlwind of wanton adventures that push us to the limits of our sexuality, we begin to re-discover what it once was that had us screaming with pleasure and how to accept that nothing will ever be the same again between us.

We are absolutely thrilled that this novel has already had several 5* reviews…

Fallen Angel –

This book is intense. I have never read such a hot, sexy, raw book. I loved it…I recommend that every woman read this book, because unless you experience it for yourself, I am not sure I can convey the emotion this book evokes. Read the book. You won’t be disappointed.

Beyond Romance –

…a steamy example of romantic erotica, with a sex scene in practically every chapter. However, what impressed me most about this book was the authors’ skill in conveying Karen’s doubts and insecurities…If you want to be convinced that there is indeed (super-hot!) sex after marriage, buy this filthy but delightful book.

Erotica For All –

…it’s incredibly kinky, dirty and totally lives up to its name. But it’s much more than that too – fabulously well written, engaging and heartwarming…So if you’re looking for a smokin’ hot read with lashings of romance and a beautiful relationship, then you should definitely check out That Filthy Book.

Steamy excerpt

It seemed Lady Luck had joined us for our journey, giving the green light for all our needs to be met only three days after my confession of what I really wanted him to do with that branch.

Jacob’s parents had asked if they could take the girls to a circus on Saturday night. It started at eight, didn’t finish until ten, so they’d suggested it was more sensible that they keep them until Sunday morning, possibly Sunday afternoon if the children fancied having a roast dinner with them at the local pub.

I was not about to turn that opportunity down, especially when Jacob had been hot for the idea of outside sex. In fact, he’d been more than up for it, and the excited glint in his eye when I’d held up the carefully stripped bark had sent a tremble to my very core. Something told me I’d hit another very dark and very sinful nerve of his.

But always one to think of others, Jacob had already promised to help a work colleague move house on the Saturday. I didn’t mind too much because it left me with an empty afternoon to prepare for our evening of fun. I started with a pamper accompanied by a glass of wine, treating myself to a cucumber face mask, sugar body scrub, shave—including my pussy—manicure and pedicure and finally a generous slathering of body butter.

It left me feeling tingly and smooth, as if my body was honed and prepared. The thought of my silky, clean skin and perfectly neat red nails out in the open, amongst dirt and leaves, with the sootiness of bark mould smudged randomly over my body had me panting with excitement. I could just imagine mud squelching around my toes and the creamy skin of my wrists worn red by ropes. And the image of my arse marked raw by the branch, well, that had me feeling like a sacrificial offering.

For I knew that this evening I would be handing myself over to nature, to Jacob, and to my own darkest desires. The bare bones of my soul were about to be revealed. No holds barred, no chance to hide. They were the very skeleton of me that only Jacob would ever set eyes on.

When the dipping sun sent lilac and crimson fingers darting over the horizon I was ready—more than ready. I’d had a light tea and another glass of wine, resisted the temptation to masturbate—just—and saved myself for my husband.

The front door opened with a whoosh, then shut with a resounding slam. I spun from the kitchen window where I’d been staring at the darkening copse.
The copse that was ready and waiting.

Heavy footsteps banged down the hall. Loud and resolute, the sound reverberated around my head.
This was it. There was no turning back.

I didn’t want to. Not for anything.

The door swung open, and there he stood, with his broad shoulders filling the frame and his head bowed slightly. He pulled his brows low and set his jaw. A small muscle flexed and unflexed in his cheek.

“Get down on your knees, bitch.”

I gasped at the completely thrilling sound of his bad man’s voice and folded my legs until my knees landed on the freshly swept lino. He was so feral, so dominant, not Jacob the protector, the carer. No, tonight I had Jacob the master, the taker, the giver of sinful pleasure.

Between one breath and the next he was in front of me, his groin level with my face and his hands on his hips. The scent of man and hard physical work washed over me, as well as perhaps a hint of a greasy spoon cafe where he’d no doubt been treated to pie and chips for the efforts of his day.

“Take out my cock.”

I reached for the buttons on his jeans, surprised to see that my hands trembled. Excitement? Trepidation?

This had not been part of any plan, but I wasn’t complaining. In fact, there wasn’t a plan. All Jacob had asked was that I trust him. He said that he understood what I wanted and would make it all happen for me. Of course, we had a safe word, but I couldn’t imagine I would need it. I trusted Jacob with my life and my pleasure. I always would.

“Hurry up,” he said, tangling his fingers in my neatly brushed, softly conditioned hair. “Take it out and suck it.”

After I freed his cock, his length sprang into my palm, hot and thick, and the purple veins winding up the shaft bulged with his keen arousal.
In a sharp movement, he jerked forward and the tip slid into my salivating mouth. “Wider, whore,” he snarled. “Take me, all of me.”

I stretched my jaw and he sank deep, sliding to the back of my throat in one urgent movement. I gagged but he ignored it; pulled back then rode in again, all the time holding my head in a tight, vice-like grip so I had no choice but to take him, tip to base.

I’d sucked on Jacob’s cock a million times, but never had he taken control like this. He was always respectful and deathly still, allowing me to determine depth and pace. But this was different—this was sinful, depraved Jacob fucking my mouth without a thought for my well-being.

I adored it.

Needing support as my body was jostled by his thrusting hips, I gripped his thighs. Saliva ran down my face and neck onto my red blouse, my nose repeatedly buried in his wiry pubic hair. He steamed on and on, hissing and cursing above me. Breathing was difficult, my mouth was so chock-full of hard, demanding cock. When I did catch a breath the air was heated and smelt of him, musky and raw.

“Get fucking ready for it,” he snarled, thrusting to such a depth his balls slapped against my chin. “I’m going to come down your throat. I’m going to fill you up, now…argh…fuck…now.”

He let out a garrotted cry as his cock swelled further, then, in several sweet pulses, copious amounts of fluid gushed over my tongue. I swallowed rapidly, the action tugging the crown of his cock further down my throat.

“Ah, sweet…fucking…Jesus,” he hissed, gripping my hair. “That’s it, keep sucking, swallow me.”

I did as he asked. My body quivered, and I could almost come myself just from the feel and taste of him climaxing so hard and forcefully. Had he lain there all those millions of times I’d sucked him off, restraining himself? Had he wanted to throw me down and fuck my mouth in a hard, abandoned way, but resisted?

I didn’t have time to dwell on this because Jacob pulled out, gripped my upper arms and dragged me into a standing position. Gasping, I stared into his flushed face. His mouth was parted as he drew in big lungfuls of air. His eyes sparkled, the pupils wide and dilated, showing me the dark depths of his most basic needs.

“That’s just the beginning,” he said in a rasping, breathy voice. “To take the edge off what you’ve had me thinking of for three days.” He slanted his mouth down hard over mine, taking possession of my lips and tongue in a furious, ravenous kiss. He pulled away abruptly. “You’re such a tease,” he muttered, “tempting me, turning me on. Well, now you’re going to get it. You’re going to get punished for making a man want you so bad it hurts his soul.”

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Total-E-Bound http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?P_ID=1604

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Amazon UK – http://www.amazon.co.uk/That-Filthy-Book-ebook/dp/B008G6RYF4/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1341221078&sr=8-2

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Have a great day

Lily x

http://www.lilyharlem.com

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Welcome Guest Blogger Shyla Colt

This is my yummy inspiration for Oliver, the hero of my latest g release, What the Heart Knows, from Evernight Publishing. The actor, Toby Hemmingway, was just perfect for the sexy, vulnerable widow I dreamed up. With his white blond hair and angular facial structure he has a handsomeness, which borders on beautiful.  This story touches on the strength of love, and letting go. I can’t tell you too much without giving away some of the secrets, but I will share a bit of my research.  I often find myself looking up odd and interesting things when I’m working on a story, but this one takes the cake.

5 Physical Symptoms of being affected by a ghost.

1. Frightening scenes: Dead body, monstrous, mutilated faces, human face with just the skeleton below, just the arm from fingers to elbow inside the window, seeing a corpse burning inside one’s stomach, ghost hanging from a tree

2. Making moaning and weird sounds and not remembering anything afterwards.

3. Headaches and migraines.

4. Not allowing the person to have his meals: Loss of appetite, nausea on sight of food, feeling better after getting away from food.

5. Foul taste in the mouth.

I was stunned by how common place some of those symptoms were. It might make you think twice about a chronic headache, finicky stomach or continuous bad dreams. I’ve always been a huge fan of horror, and this was my first time mixing it in to my romance.  The result is something I hope readers will enjoy.

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Blurb: What the Heart Knows

Widower, Oliver Young has been a mess since his wife died. But a chance encounter at a coffee shop on the anniversary of her death, changes that. Juniper Juni,” Bloom, is like a beacon of light in the darkness. His heart recognizes her as a kindred spirit, and he clutches onto her youth and vitality like a lifeline as he rediscovers what it means to truly live and love again.  Will he lose her when she learns the truth about his wifes’ death?

Juni is a woman with a hidden past. A near death experience has given her a new lease on life and a parting souvenir. From the moment she meets Oliver, she knows he’s the man she’s been waiting for. Now she just needs to convince him.

Unbeknownst to either a malevolent force is at work, ready to tear them apart.

Teaser from What the Heart Knows

Juniper was amazed at the reverence Oliver paid her scar. It was as if he was determined to heal her from the outside in. When the shirt cleared her head she reached down to bury her fingers in his silken hair and arched her back to allow him more access.  He reached around to unhook her bra like a pro and she trembled as he laid her down across the couch.

“I want to taste you, Juni.”  His words were gruff, and she felt her face heat as she propped up on her elbows to glance down at him.

“No one’s ever done that before,” she said.

“They didn’t know what they were missing.”

“Actually, I think they were terrified of giving me a heart attack.”

His eyed filled with understanding as he unbuttoned her pants.

“Makes it easier for me to spoil you for any other man. Now be a good girl and lift your hips.”

Her heart thudded in her ears as she watched him peel off her pants and move between her legs. He reminded her of a panther. His body was lithe and toned and his movements were full of purpose. She felt stalked. He glanced up and pierced her with those jade green eyes and she was incapable of looking away as he lowered his face to her sky blue boy shorts. He purred as he inhaled deeply.

“You smell good, Juniper.” He traced down the seam of her lips and pulled her damp underwear between the lips of her pussy. “You’re so wet; you soaked through your panties.”   She cried out at the friction he created as he rubbed them against her sensitive clit.

“That’s it, baby, drip for me.”  Her hips moved with the rhythm he created as her tiny nub became engorged with blood. She gave a whimper of protest when he pulled away only to cry out when he eased a finger inside her.

“You’re so tight.”  He removed his finger and lifted it to his lips. “Mhmm, and sweet.”  He eased the slender digit back inside her and pulled out again. “Have you ever tasted yourself?”

“No,” she said. Her voice was barely above a whisper in the silent room. “Then you have to try it.”  He offered her the glistening finger and she twirled her tongue around it. It wasn’t bad, salty and rich with a hint of musk.

“Fuck, who knew you were such a dirty girl?”

“I did say I wanted to experience everything I never got to before.”

“You will.”

His words were a vow as he undid the bows on either side of her hips, and removed her sky blue boy shorts, which had become a torture device. He spread her wide and licked a path that made her cry out as she bucked.

“That’s it. I want to hear how much you’re enjoying it.” He pulled back to place a kiss on her neatly trimmed bush.

“I can tell you’ll need to be restrained.”

His arm was a dead weight as he came up to hold her hips in place. His stiff tongue plunged deep as his nose stimulated her clitoris. Juniper’s world narrowed to the swirls, thrusts, and flicks he skillfully applied. Her hands came up to grip the arm of the couch and she clamped her thighs around him as tremors came over her body. A searing heat burned its way through her body as she found her release.

“Oliver!”

His name flew from her lips as she ground her pussy into his face and rode out the most explosive orgasm she’d ever experienced. He continued to lick her slit as her breathing evened and her eyes refocused.

“I want to be inside you, Juniper. I want to feel those wet walls around me.”  He peered up at her from beneath long blond lashes. “Do you want that?”

“God, yes.”

“Not here.” He moved away and held out hand to help her off the couch. “When I make love to you for the first time it’s going to be in my own bed.”

“And that’s what we’re going to do?” she asked.  Her eyes narrowed as she studied his face carefully. They’d never really spoken in depth about their emotions.

“Would you rather I fuck you?”  The crude word made her eyes shine with lust.

“I’d rather you do both. You did promise me everything on my list.”

He growled low in his throat, wrapped an arm around her hips, and pulled her body flush against his.

“Don’t tempt me, Juniper. You’ll find yourself ass up in my bed, begging for mercy.”

The words made her lick her suddenly dry lips. The thought of him pounding into her from behind while she held on to the bed for dear life made her pussy flutter. This was what she’d been dreaming about since that night up against the wall at Cupa.

“Interesting, I think you might like that,” he said.

She met his gaze and nodded, unable to break the intense connection as one his hands stroked up her back.

His warm hand cupped the back of her neck and he pulled her closer. She melted against him as he walked backwards, never breaking their lip lock.  She was a quivering mass of need by the time they reached the bedroom.  When her knees hit the edge of the bed, she allowed herself to fall back. She propped up on her elbows, tense as she anticipated his next move. She watched the fingers that had brought her so much pleasure just moments before unbutton his jeans and lower his zipper. She sat up and licked her lips as his cock sprang free. He was thick, about eight inches long, with a prominent vein that ran down the side. Pre-cum leaked from the swollen red tip.
“Can I taste you?” she asked. Her gaze fixed on the milky white drop that threatened to fall.

“You can do whatever you want to me.”

She bent down and licked the pearl-colored liquid. It was brackish with a hint of musk that belonged to Oliver. Her tongue darted out to explore his slit and cum flowed freely.

“God, Juni.”

She moaned when his hips bucked, and he buried his fingers in her hair, pulling her closer. Her throat relaxed as she licked, sucked and stroked him to a trembling mess of man. The control he’d relinquished was heady and she found herself approaching her own climax right along with him.

“Stop, baby, stop!”

He pulled free and she frowned, licking her lips. “I wasn’t done.”

“Unless you want me to come, you are.”

His hands were gentle as he pushed her back onto the bed. Oliver followed suit once he’d kicked his pants and boxers away.  He eased two fingers inside her and stirred. Her hands fisted into the bed sheets as she sought more friction.

“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Do you have a condom?”

“I bought some, especially for you.”  He leaned over her body and opened the top drawer of the nightstand beside the bed.  He tore the top off the silver square with ease, and rolled it down his shaft before he settled in between her legs. He teased her with his thick head, easing in and out until she was desperate for real penetration.

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Welcome guest blogger Rhyll Biest and leave a comment to win a copy of Russian Heat

The Joy of Research

Ten things I learned researching Russian Heat for the Dangerous Men, Dangerous Places anthology.

1. Thigh holsters: Yes, I too once thought they were just suspender-like man-lingerie for hot men packing heat, but they serve a practical purpose as body armour often prevents wearing a waist holster. Apparently, the trick is to get a thigh holster that doesn’t make your thighs look fat…

2. Vodsk pass: I had to set my story somewhere dangerous, and there’s few places more dangerous in Europe than in the Northern Caucasus mountains in Russia (think Chechnya). While the Vodsk mountains don’t exist, and there’s no Vodsk Pass, the Northern Caucasus mountains were my inspiration for a suitably dangerous place. Unofficial estimates range from 25,000 to 50,000 dead or missing, mostly civilians, in Chechnya as a result of hostilities there in 1999-2009.

3.Body armour: There’s no such thing as a bullet-proof vest, apparently, only bullet-resistant vests. And most vests are designed to come down over the waist, making it difficult to use a traditional waist holster for a gun.

4.Russian cars: You can buy pretty much any car you want in Russia or drag one over from overseas, but to give my story a little local flavour I chose the Zhiguli. Apparently, even during Soviet times, Russian factories made Lada Fiats and sold them throughout Europe. Those sold domestically were called Zhiguli. Car fans would probably be horrified, or laugh hysterically, that I refer to a ‘armour plated’ Zhiguli (fiat) charging through the Northern Caucasus mountains on what are (no doubt) some pretty rough roads.

5.Portable showers: Looking at the complexity of some of the portable showers I looked at online, you’d need to work for NASA to be able to make them work. Vlad and Slava naturally don’t mind a bit of dirt, but Jane stinks of sheep (from holding them for sampling) and gets a bit excited about the portable shower. Soft, I know.

6.Russian diminutives: You can shorten Vladislav to Vlad but not Slava. You should only shorten Viacheslav to Slava. Don’t ask why.

7.Blood sampling livestock: Some vets swab before taking the sample, some after, some do both. I had Jane do it afterwards so she could wrestle with a ewe as she tries to swab it after a land mine explodes.

8.Blood samples: A vacutainer is the choice of blood sampling equipment for livestock veterinarians. They’re purpose designed for the job, and consist of a sterile plastic tube with a needle in it. The needle is disposed of after a single use and a cap whacked on in its place to store the blood.

9.Blood samples: They don’t require refrigeration for animal disease testing purposes. Which was a relief, because I didn’t want my characters to have to drag a fridge around with them.

10.Russian regions: Certain administrative regions in Russia are called ‘oblasts’, a similar idea to states and shires in other countries. Oblasts are sub-divided into Raions and are not to be confused with Okrug (municipalities).
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Blurb:

Big, burly and bristling with high-powered weapons, Vlad and Slava are the best bodyguards and hostile environment consultants Russian roubles can buy. They’re also about to meet their five-foot match. Government veterinarian Jane Ransom expected explosives, shelling and bad-tempered ewes while working in Russia’s war-ravaged Caucasus mountains, but nobody warned her about excessively hot Russian bodyguards. Or long hours spent sandwiched between them in a backseat designed for two. Too bad for the Russians that Jane’s learned the hard way about men and commitment, and would sooner be run over by a troika than succumb to lust. But while their client might be reluctant to take a risk of the carnal variety, Vlad and Slava have her firmly in their sights, and neither will abandon their mission to keep her hostage in their bed until she surrenders and realises she belongs to them—for keeps.

 

Excerpt from Russian Heat:

“What are you doing?”

Stupid question, it was pretty damn clear what Vlad was up to and she knew she should stop staring and get out of arm’s reach immediately, but holy fucksnacks what a body! Somewhere between cage fighter and Calvin Klein.

Vlad dragged the rattling shower curtain across its rusty rail, powerful back muscles twitching and sliding over his frame and delivering a hefty clout to her resolve to leave. Her palms pleaded to slather themselves over the godlike expanse of his back and feel the play of muscle there, while the rest of her yearned to buff his steel torso with her breasts.

She yanked her hungry gaze away. Vlad’s campaign of dropping “dirty bombs” in her ear at every opportunity had finally paid off. Most of his innuendo made her laugh, but now it hit its target, his target, the aching core between her thighs.

Vlad faced her, the fierce contours of his torso anchoring her feet to the bathroom tiles and abrading her self-control. A teasing cleft of muscle darted from between the hills of his pecs to skim down his centre and cleave a panel of obscenely defined abs that leered at her to inspect below. Slung low over each hip, a handlebar of muscle tapered inward, the V-shape disappearing beneath the low ride of his stiff camouflage pants, begging her to slide the fabric down over his hips and explore further.

She curled her restless fingers into fists. An evil grin spread over Vlad’s face at her struggle and, under her gaze, a bulge warped the drill fabric of his fatigue pants, driving heat into her cheeks and a pulse of warning through her sex. Who’s going to protect me from my hired protection?

She took a step back as he hitched his thumb over his waistband, tugging drab fabric down to reveal another inch of sculpted abs, and the rigid Adonis belt bracketing his hips. “See something you like, Jane?”

I bloody well do now.

It wasn’t every day that two hot security escorts wanted to seduce her­, literal plain Jane that she was, the short vet with no frills or makeup, shod in muddy farm boots more often than heels, her “signature look” dirt-smudged jeans. Their unsubtle interest was both flattering and frightening, and her willingness to be with them both at the same time gave her pause; a threesome was not something she’d considered before.

The hired Russian bruisers, however, had her gagging for it, their rough talk, big hearts and special force bodies reducing her to something uncomfortably akin to a bitch in heat. But that wasn’t really her, logic asserted–the real Jane made all decisions based on rational thought.

Ready to make tracks, she found her way barred by Slava’s naked torso. Legs straddled, arms akimbo, his shoulders filled the doorway. “Where do you think you’re going?”

The dark hair sprinkling the prow of his pecs was a stark contrast to Vlad’s gleaming smoothness, as was his roadmap of old scars. They sat like razor wire over the hills of his massive chest and shoulders and below the deepest gouge pitting his pec, the word Трудноубиваемый was stamped in black Cyrillic. Hard to kill. Crazy Russians, they wore their dark humour like a badge of honour. Under his scars, Slava’s body twitched with taut definition, and the urge to kiss, lick, stroke and suck each arc and cleft of flesh submerged her in lust.

Her gaze slid between each man. The harsh fluorescent light raked their bare skin, pitiless in exposing every battle scar to her scrutiny. But perfection was perfection, and nothing could diminish the glory of the brawn flanking her, the powerful bodies wiring her blood with the promise of both protection and danger, the resulting tingle both a warm lick and a warning slap.

She eyed Slava’s hard face, taut with longing and doubt that mirrored her own. What did she really know about these men? Mother Russia, fucking and fighting figured large in their talk, but she had little sense of their moral compass, and who was to say whether they found her desirable or merely conveniently at hand?

 

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Bartender’s Wet Dream..with Makayla Travers

Savannah sits at the bar as the delectable bartender watches her from the corner of his eye.

“What will it be pretty lady?”

A sinful smile spreads across her lips.

“I’ll have a Bartender’s Wet Dream.”

She watches him as he cocks an eyebrow and a devilish smile appears on his lips.

“I think you’ve been a wet dream to a few bartenders,” he replies.

“More than you will ever know,” she tells him and gently bites her lower lip.

The sound of clicking heels grabs her attention as they come closer and closer.

“Mistress Savannah, sorry I’m late,” Makayla says and drops her purse on the bar.

“No need to apologize, I was just having some fun with…”

“Jack, my name is Jack,” he introduces himself, and reaches out his hand.

Savannah wraps her fingers around his strong hold. He’s got powerful hands. She loves men who have a strong grip. They are known to be good lovers.

“Well hello there Jack, I’m Makayla,” she says and greets him with a light handshake.

“I was just going to make Savannah, or did I hear correctly, Mistress Savannah a Bartenders Wet Dream.”

“Savannah is fine.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever had one. How do you make it?” Makayla tells him.

“Then you will enjoy this one. You pour ½ 0z. Of Irish Cream, ½ oz of Kahlua, ½ oz of Grenadine, and top if off with whipped cream.”

Both ladies watch as his skillful hands work their magic at preparing their drink. Within moments he sets two shot glasses on the bar in front of them.

“Now the trick is to pick up the shot glass without using your hands. Just your mouth.”

“Now I think I know why they call this A Bartenders Wet Dream,” Makayla replies, and glances at Jack and smiles..

Bartender’s Wet Dream
•1/2 oz. Irish Cream (Bailey’s)
•1/2 oz. Kahlua
•1/2 oz. Grenadine
•Top with Whipped cream

Now here is a little taste of Makayla’s book Unwrap Me.

Unwrap Me
by Savannah Chase
Publishing Date: April 30, 2011
Publisher: Dare Empire eMedia Productions
Genre: erotic romance/ contemporary/ menage
Format: ebook (PDF, Kindle/ebook)
Word count: 11, 750
ISBN: 9780987130914
Price: $2.99

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Makayla has the perfect boyfriend and a fulfilling job. A hot, sinful threesome would make things perfect for this prim and proper librarian. An upcoming anniversary provides the perfect opportunity if only she had the nerves to ask. Confessing could bring her ultimate pleasure or end her relationship forever. Is the risk really worth it?

Excerpt:

Makayla awoke to a hot, searing kiss. It came fast and full of hunger, setting every part of her being on fire. Her pulse raced frantically. Her heart beat out of control. She reciprocated the kiss and delved her tongue into his warm, inviting mouth as he sensually explored hers. The man’s lips abandoned her suddenly. It left her unsatisfied and wanting more. She sat up in disapproval. Why had he left? You didn’t get a woman all worked up and then vanish.
Looking around, she saw that she was sitting in a four-poster bed that was not her own. Each post was carved with statues of nude women. So exquisite, and intriguing. Her surroundings were ones she’d never seen before.
The walls were painted a dark, burgundy color. The furniture appeared classic and antique. Erotic paintings of nude women hung on the walls. The room was dim, but lit by beautiful candlelight.
“Josh, where did you go?” she called out.
Silence filled the room.
In the blink of an eye, she found herself standing next to the bed dressed in a silk, sheer white, floor-length nightgown.
Suddenly, the black-haired stranger reappeared in the room once again. He wore nothing but a black mask concealing his identity. It wasn’t Josh. But who was this mysterious stranger?
He moved like a tiger- so graceful- as he walked toward her. Each footstep quiet as it hit the floor. Every contour of his body beautifully sculpted. The color of his skin reminded her of sweet caramel.
She had an urge to run her tongue down his body. Their eyes met as arousal began to slowly take over her. His brown eyes locked on her. She couldn’t deny the fact that everything about him was inviting in every possible way. How could she lust after another man when Josh was her everything? This was just a dream. Something her mind concocted because of the events of last evening. She’d never betray Josh, no matter what.
She reached out and touched his chest the moment he stopped in front of her. His flesh was warm, so soft. His eyes seemed to gaze through hers, as if they were looking right into her soul.

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Drinks With Drea

Hey everyone. I’m not really a beer lover. I know some love the taste but I just can’t get past the bitter taste. In fact I hate to taste my alcohol so the fruiterer the drink the better.

So I am going to give you the most simple yet fruity drink.

Dole makes a juice combo of pineapple-orange-banana that tastes amazing. Add in some Parrot Bay Coconut Rum and you have a great summer drink on a budget.

I made this drink for some friends at RAGT and they all loved it.

Sorry that I couldn’t be more of a drink condisor but I am a stay at home mother of three little ones so I don’t get out much.

~*Drea*~
Drea Becrafts Website

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Lust Bound and Lemon Drops

Oh sweet daisies what have I got myself into? Ms. Chantale is on vacation and asked if I would fill in for her. Who am I you ask? I’m Trisha Donald and you can read about me in Ms. Chantale’s upcoming release Lust & Bound from Evernight Publishing.

Let’s see, she left me a note of some sort. *mutters under her breath* For a writer she sure has terrible handwriting. I’m glad she typed our story on her laptop, I don’t think any editor with 20/10 could figure out this chicken scratch. Oh wait. I’m supposed to *squints at page* Ah ha. Share my favorite drink recipe.

Whew! Now that we’ve got that settled. Mix up a few lemon drops for a great girls night out, drool over the absolute sinful cover for Lust & Bound and then check out a bit of the excerpt.

*glances at page* Shoot, there’s more. Something about a date? A date? Why the heck would she want to date me? She’s married.  *squints again* Oh, my bad. The release date! *giggles* Lust & Bound will be out July 27th. Mark your calendars!

P.S. Don’t forget to tell them that I’m an App. *throws paper down in disgust* That she puts in capital letters.

 

1/2 shot Absolut® Citron vodka

1/2 shot sweet and sour mix

1 slice lemon

1/2 tsp sugar

Mix equal parts absolut citron and sweet and sour mix over ice then strain into a shot glass. Sprinkle sugar on lemon slice. Drink shot, then suck the lemon.

Serve in: Shot Glass

 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.

 Thanks for tuning in and hopefully, Ms. Chantale will be back in town in time for her next post with Zach. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic
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Sharing a Popped Cherry and a Hot Throbbing Banana With Shannon from Shannon’s Fairy-tale Foursome…

Hmm…A Popped Cherry…and a Hot Throbbing Banana. I’ll bet that got your attention. I know it grabbed mine. But, then again, anything with a cherry has my undivided attention. And, goodness knows, that I adore anything that includes the words ‘hot’ and ‘throbbing’. Put them together, and I am all over it like a bee on honey.

Now, as some of you may know, this is the beginning of the week leading up to my release of Shannon’s Fairy-tale Foursome. (Yay!) So I thought it would be fun to go to one of my favorite towns and have a drink with one of my favorite characters…who just happens to be the leading lady in that book. Ruh-roh. Don’t tell her I called her a lady. She might get a little testy with me, and I can’t have that. I’m a lover, not a fighter—especially when it come to the characters in my book.

Well, how about it? Are you feeling up to taking a little trip with me? I’m heading to Her Majesty’s Pleasure today. Handsome men and delicious drinks, I’m there. I hope you will be too!

(Walking in the front door of Her Majesty’s Pleasure, Shannon Roberts scans the room. When she spots me, she grins and heads my way.)

Shannon: “I should have known I would find you sitting at the bar.”

Mia: “Ha! You talk as though I drink a lot. You should know better than that.”

Shannon: “Now, now, my friend. I never said that you were drinking at the bar. I said you were sitting at it, and I know you. The only reason you are over here is because you are totally checking out the eye candy.”

Mia: (grins) “I have no idea what you are talking about.”

Shannon: (sits down next to me) “Riiiggghhht.”

Mia: (huffs) “I don’t.”

(The yummylicious bartender, Sam Carrington, swaggers up with a crooked grin and a cocky attitude.)

Sam: “Hey girls. What can I get for you?”

Mia: (bites her bottom lip to keep from saying something naughty to the luscious Sam) “Um…I would like a…ugh…Popped Cherry.”

Shannon: (laughs) “I think that would be more appropriate for me, but I am going to go with the Hot Throbbing Banana.”

Sam: “Good choices. I’ll be back in just a few minutes. Don’t get in trouble while I’m gone.”

Shannon: (snorts) “Moi? I am an angel. I would never do anything bad.”

Mia: (coughs) “Bullshit.”

Sam: “Sure you wouldn’t, Shannon. Just don’t pull a stunt that will make me call those big men of yours in here.”

Shannon: “Oh, those three. They are nothing but big ole teddy bears.”

Mia: (glances at Sam) “I can’t believe she said that with a straight face. How about you?”

Sam: “No shit. I think I am going to make a run for it before I get struck by lightning. It is raining after all.”

Mia: “Might be a good idea. I am just glad I wore my boots.”

Sam: “Mmm…I left all of mine in the closet at home.” (shrugs) “Oh well. I’ll survive.” (grins) “Be right back.”

Shannon: “You guys suck. I wasn’t lying.”

Mia: “Says the girl who torments the hell out of her men just so she can get a spanking.”

Shannon: “Hmmm…I do love to feel their hands on my ass.”

Mia: “Shit. You love a lot more than that.”

Shannon: “Oh, are we going to talk dirty? If we are, I need to give Jaycee and Katie-Anne a call. They won’t want to miss the good stuff.”

Mia: “By all means. The more, the merrier.”

Shannon: (giggles) “I see you have been talking to Ella.”

Mia: “Maybe…”

Shannon: “That girl is a hoot.” (snatches out her cell phone and calls Jaycee and Katie-Anne, but neither of them answer) “Damn it. They are going to be so bummed they missed out.”

Mia: “Yeah, right. Like I’m not going to come back and chat with them.”

Shannon: “So true. You visit a lot. If I didn’t know better, I would think you like us and this town.”

Mia: “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

Shannon: “You know you do”

Mia: (winks) “How have things been going with the Dalton triplets?”

Shannon: “Oh you know how they are. Jared is always doing sweet things to make me feel special and treasured. He knows just how to turn me all gooey and mushy inside. Drew is constantly watching over me and protecting me, making sure that I am coddled and well taken care of. And, of course, Randy is just a handful. I swear, that man knows just how to keep a girl on the brink of insanity.”

Mia: “Is he doing zany stuff again?”

Shannon: “It’s not what he does. It’s what he says.”

Mia: “Like…”

Shannon: “I don’t know. All kinds of things.”

(Sam saunters up with two drinks and sits them down in front of us)

Sam: “Enjoy.”

Mia: “Thanks Sam.”

Shannon: “Yeah, thanks, Sam.”

Sam: (nods) “You’re welcome.” (walks away)

Shannon: “Now that man is why you sat down at the bar.”

Mia: “He is hot.”

Shannon: “He may be hot, but he has a lot on his plate right now.”

Mia: “Is your mama bear making an appearance?”

Shannon: “Always.”

Mia: “You and your protective instincts…”

Shannon: “Blah, blah, blah. I have heard all about it from my men—more than once.”

Mia: “How is it going with three papa bears and one mama bear?”

Shannon: “Good. They let me be all protective over them, and I let them be all protective over me. It is the perfect solution for all parties involved.”

Mia: “I’ll just bet. You like being the protector, but you love being the protected. Admit it.”

Shannon: (avoids eye contact and stares at her drink then at mine) “I like your drink better.”

Mia: “What?”

Shannon: (points at my Popped Cherry) “Want to trade?”

Mia: “You want my drink?”

Shannon: (nods) “Pretty much yeah. Your Popped Cherry is prettier than my Hot Throbbing Banana.”

Mia: (shakes head then pushes the Popped Cherry to Shannon) “Whatever.”

Shannon: (slides the Hot Throbbing Banana to me) “Hey, I’m a chef-in-training. I have a thing for food and drinks that are pleasing to the eye.”

Mia: “Oh yeah. How is your cooking going?”

Shannon: (takes a sip of her drink) “Mmm, this is delicious.” (takes several more drinks before sitting the glass down) “It is going great. Stellina is the best teacher ever.”

Mia: “I can imagine so. She is quite lovely, and her food is divine.”

Shannon: “God yes. I practically orgasm when I taste her food.”

Mia: (snorts) “Like that is a shock. You are turning in to the Orgasm Queen. From what I hear, you’re a regular over at The G Spot. At this rate, you should just buy a share in it.”

Shannon: “I prefer the Cumming Queen or the Godess of the Big O, and Ella would never sell a share of her store. It is her baby.”

Mia: (laughs) “I like your ideas. I will tuck them away for future reference.”

Shannon: “Of course, you like them. We think a lot alike.”

Mia: “That is an understatement.”

Shannon: “Yep, Jaycee tells me that you and I are cosmic soul sisters.”

Mia: “Jaycee has been spending too much time with Svetlana.”

Shannon: “No joke. She has a surrogate mom in Svetlana.”

Mia: “Oh yeah? I guess that would make sense. Jaycee and Svetlana’s daughter, Brooklyn, are close in age.”

Shannon: (nods) “Their birthdays are only a few months apart.”

Mia: “I have noticed that you, Jaycee, and Katie-Anne are adding to your inner circle.”

Shannon: “Just a bit.” (laughs) “It is rather inevitable for us to grow and expand. Honestly, I’m rather surprised it hasn’t happened before now. In a small town like Serenity, it seems like everyone is friends with everyone else.”

Mia: “Well, you three have had your reasons for staying in a close knit trio.” (takes a hesitant sip) “Damn, this is good. Now I’m glad that we switched.” (takes a second drink) “Hell, I think that I got the better end of the stick.”

Shannon: “I doubt that.” (wiggles eyebrows suggestively) “I always go for the best end of the stick.”

Mia: “So do I. But that doesn’t matter. I’m just happy that we switched.”

Shannon: “Me too. I am all about popping cherries. Or, at least, getting cherries popped.”

Mia: “Mmmhmm…I remember.”

Shannon: (winks) “No more cherries for me…unless I am eating or drinking them.”

Mia: “Shannon!”

Shannon: (looks innocent as she bats her eyelashes) “What?”

Mia: “Nothing.”

Shannon: “So…”

Mia: “So…”

Shannon: “What have you been up to? Writing anything good?”

Mia: “Shannon, we are not here to talk about me. We’re here to talk about you.

Shannon: “Aw, why not?”

Mia: “Because you have a big mouth.”

Shannon: “Like you don’t.”

Mia: “Touche.”

(Shannon’s cell phone rings. Picking it up, her voice drops into a sultry purr. After a few minutes of whispered seductive words, she hangs up.)

Mia: “One of your men?”

Shannon: (grins wickedly) “All three. Actually, I need to go. I’m so sorry.”

Mia: “No, you’re not, and I don’t blame you. I would totally ditch me in your shoes. Three sexy-as-hell men or an author friend? Talk about your no brainer.”

Shannon: “Thanks!” (reaches for her purse and gets out her wallet then tosses down a small wad of cash) “It’s on me.”

Mia: “Aren’t you sweet.”

Shannon: “Oh, no. Don’t tell anyone. That would ruin my reputation around here.”

Mia: (rolls eyes) “Just go and tell your men I said hello.”

Shannon: “I’ll do that. Now I love you to death, but you need to get to writing. From what I hear, your next heroine is getting mighty impatient.”

Mia: “That girl is going to give me gray hairs before all is said and done.”

Shannon: “Yes she will, but they will be worth every damn one.”

Mia: (laughs) “Bye Shan!”

Shannon: “Bye Mia.” (with a hug, she leaves me alone in Her Majesty’s Pleasure with two drinks)

Mia: (picks up the Popped Cherry in one hand and the Throbbing Banana in the other) “Cheers!”

If you liked getting to know Shannon, her story will be released by Siren Publishing. Shannon’s Fairy-tale Foursome, the second book in the Sweet Serenity series, will be available at Bookstrand on Friday, July 13th. Swing by and get yourself a copy.

Love and cherries,

-Mia

“You know how when you were a little kid and you believed in fairy tales, that fantasy of what your life would be, white dress, prince charming who would carry you away to a castle on a hill. You would lie in bed at night and close your eyes and you had complete and utter faith. Santa Claus, the Tooth Fairy, Prince Charming, they were so close you could taste them, but eventually you grow up, one day you open your eyes and the fairy tale disappears. Most people turn to the things and people they can trust. But the thing is its hard to let go of that fairy tale entirely cause almost everyone has that smallest bit of hope, of faith, that one day they will open their eyes and it will come true.” –Mimi Schmir

 

How to Make a Hot Throbbing Banana

Ingredients:

3/4 oz Vodka
3/4 oz Amaretto
3/4 oz Banana Liqueur
3/4 oz Coffee Liqueur
3/4 oz Grand Marnier
3/4 oz Irish Cream

Directions

Pour all ingredients into an old-fashioned glass filled with ice cubes.

Garnish with a stemless maraschino cherry, and serve.

(Recipe courtesy of www.drinkswap.com)

How to Make a Popped Cherry

Ingredients:
2 oz Vodka
2 oz Cherry Liqueur
4 oz Cranberry Juice
4 oz Orange Juice

Directions:

Mix together and serve over ice in a tall glass with a popped cherry.

(Recipe courtesy of www.drinkswap.com)

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De-stressing with Dita

Workstation ergonomics. Now there’s a sexy topic. Yeah right… But I thought, why not?

We all know what sitting at a computer for extended periods of time will do to you, and that we should take a stretching break at least once per hour. But breaks should be fun and where’s the fun in stretching, so we tend to skip it, no? So. To motivate you a bit, I thought I’d introduce you to my smexy staff.

The thing is, I’m not really here. I’m visiting with my sis-in-law in southern Sweden. But! I couldn’t bear the thought of you toiling away while I take a mini vaca, so welcome to de-stressing with Dita! Putting the fun in functional fitness since right about now.

Had to leave him behind, but someone has to look after the garden.

GardenerAtDitasDen

And someone has to watch over the animals.

 AnimalKeeperAtDitasDen

Meet The Naked Chef. So yummy. His cooking. Why is he naked? The cook is hot, obviously.

NakedChefAtDitasDen

He’s my personal trainer.

PersonalTrainerAtDitasDen

And he’s my swimming instructor. (I know how to swim, but he doesn’t need to know that.)

SwimmingInstructorAtDitasDen

This intense man is my all-business personal assistant. Ten bucks to anyone who can make him smile.

PersonalAssistantAtDitasDen

And who is she? You guessed it. My driver. She is known for stopping traffic with those girls of hers. Which suits me just fine when I’m in a hurry.

DriverAtDitasDen

And that’s a wrap. Thank you for de-stressing with Dita, I hope you enjoyed your exercise! Repeat several times a day to keep the tension away.

Have a fabulous week, 69ers, I will see you soon!

P.S. Drinks with Lucie from Perpetual Pleasure on the 23rd!

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