Monthly Archives: August 2012

Welcome guest blogger Rachel Leigh

I am nearing the halfway mark of my latest work in progress and while for some writers that will be something to celebrate, for me it is the opposite. Why? Because it means the dreaded ‘sagging middle’ is right around the corner. Thus bringing my writing/plotting/creativity to a grinding halt and causing me to bang my head up and down on my desk all day, every day until I see light at the end of a very dark tunnel.

Now most of you would have heard of this ‘sagging middle’ phrase and know what it means, others won’t. Let me explain.

It is the part of my story writing that I hate the most and occurs every single time, with every single book. I am a blend of two kinds of writer. I am half plotter and half pantser. I always have a two to three page synopsis written as well as character sketches for my hero and heroine before I start writing. However, from page one to the end I continually write the first draft without stopping or editing. The hard work comes in drafts two and three.

The problem is no matter how much detail I feel I’ve put into the synopsis, no matter how much I have written it with my ‘sagging middle’ weakness in mind, there it always is. Bam, like a grinning little cartoon devil poised to poke me in the behind with his shiny trident as soon as I am about halfway through.

So the question is, how do I deal with it? The only way I know how. Keep writing. I dread going to my desk for these days. Have zero enthusiasm or belief in myself or my work. I sit my backside in the chair anyway. These days writing is like pulling teeth but I force myself to write at least a thousand rubbish words a day. The beauty of it is when I feel the sun reappearing as I climb out of the middle and start heading for the home run, I read back what I wrote through those torturous days and I can be guaranteed to keep at least half of it. Result!

So what about you writers out there? Do you suffer with the same weakness as me? Yes? What’s your trick for beating this particular devil?

Or are you a reader? Have you noticed a ‘sagging middle’ in books? Maybe you see them more often than editors do, lol! I love to hear from you.


Rachel’s latest release is “Hot Summer Sands” available now from The Wild Rose Press. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt:


Chef Michelle Hutton flees her controlling mother in the UK for the sun and freedom of Greece, longing for a new beginning and maybe just a bit of Zante’s local heat. Sexy, pro-bono lawyer Sam Clarke might just be the one to teach her to let go. He’s sexy, capable, and totally in control. And too damn hard to resist.

Sam Clarke and his best friend had once been the baddest boys to hit the local party scene— sex, booze, and more sex—until his friend is killed. Sam turned his back on the blatant sexuality of the island years ago, but can’t resist Michelle’s desire to bask in the sun and explore the need that grows between them.


Closer and closer he came, rounding the counter and standing so close to her that Michelle was forced to tip her head back to meet his eyes. The smell of him – warm, musky and clean–wafted under her nose. She inhaled…and really wished she hadn’t as her knees quivered. She took another step back until her ass hit the steel countertop behind her.

His gaze darted over her face, lingering at her lips. Michelle put a hand on his chest without thinking and then whipped it back to grip the counter.

Trepidation mixed with arousal pooled like liquid in her stomach. “Sam, talk to me. What’s wrong?”

His eyes dropped to her chest and unmistakable lust flared in eyes, darkening them to a gorgeous midnight blue. Desire pulled at her core and her nipples tightened.

He met her eyes. “Everything.”

She was trapped by the raw animal need to have him. To feel his hands on her bare skin, his mouth on hers. She licked dry lips. “You look like you’re either going to attack me or–”

“Fuck you?”

She flinched. The harsh expletive shocked and aroused her in equal measure. “What?”

His hands clamped onto her hips, possessive and unyielding. A feral storm raged in his dark blue gaze. “I need to know.”

She stared, unable to move or breathe. “Need to know what?”

“Need to know if this…these feelings…are just–”

“Lust?” The word slipped from her tongue, her mind blank of everything but Sam. The way he smelled, the lickable square line of his jaw. The yearning to have him on her, in her, over her.

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I’m Coming Home

One of the best things about a road trip is coming home. This past summer I spent six weeks on the road. For some this is nothing, but for me? I’ve never been away from home that long in my entire life. While out there in the beautiful, lush greenness of North Carolina, I learned something. Surrounded by family as I was, I yearned for home.

Taken by Me

So it isn’t just the people, it’s this-is-my-little-place in the world and I miss it. There were some great eats and food tastes soooo much better in the South. Except Chick-fil-A. I can make that at home, but that’s another post.

Also when you’re in a vehicle for more than two hours, the scenery seldom changes. There’s just road, road and more road. 🙂

I missed my bed and the nice soft sheets.

My washer and dryer. I walked up a hill and 24 steps to get to the laundry facility in 90+ degree heat twice a week.

My kitchen is fully equipped. While in the South I used foil as a cookie sheet.

Leaving for that road trip is fine, but coming home is the best.

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic

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Please welcome guest blogger Ashlynne Laynne and leave a comment to win!

I’d like to thank Sky and 69 Shades of Smut for hosting me today. This is my kind of place. I recently made the conscious decision to write more erotically. It’s a decision I haven’t regretted. Gone are my days of filling my stories with flowery innuendos and purple prose. I’m currently writing book three of my Progeny Series and it’s hotter than the first two, by far. My writing is evolving…becoming edgier, grittier. I encourage you to read on, you’ll find tid-bits about me, excerpts from books one and two, a sexy video trailer and an exclusive WIP clip from the upcoming Blood Promise. In addition to the extras, one lucky reader will receive a PDF copy of my latest release, Blood Bonds. Simply, leave a comment and your email address for the chance to win.



Blood Bonds Blurb (The Progeny Series #2) “Forever. For always. For eternity.” The ties that bind two hearts are powerful. For Ascher Rousseau and Shauna McCutchin, it’s more than just a blood bond. Their union is that of vampire legend. Their love is a predestined prophecy foretold centuries ago. It’s a week before Ascher and Shauna’s sealing and the couple is making final preparations for their eternity, but Ascher’s ex has other plans. Ursula is hell-bent on revenge—revenge fueled by lover’s scorn and her father’s death—and she begins breeding a fresh army of newborn darklings to do her bidding. When Ursula finds a new weapon—an ally with the capability to dismantle the Rousseau clan— Ascher and Shauna’s bond is tested and they must stand together against Ursula or lose each other for eternity.


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About Ashlynne Ashlynne Laynne has always had a soft spot in her heart for vampires but grew tired of the garlic fearing, sun-loathing creatures of old. An avid horror movie fan, she tends to enjoy media and music that is of a younger, more eclectic nature. This was the catalyst for her writing The Progeny. The vampire/witch pairing is unique and different when most books pair vampires with werewolves. Ashlynne loves writing on the edge and teetering between the erotica and romance genres, and thinks of Ascher and Shauna as the wicked, damned version of Romeo and Juliet. She is currently working on books three and four of her Progeny Series, book one of her upcoming Rocker Series, and an untitled novella WIP. In her spare time, she enjoys cooking, reading and spending time with her family. She juggles the hats of wife, mother, full time employee and part-time writer, hoping to write full time one day soon. Ashlynne lives in North Carolina with her husband and teenage son. About The Progeny Series At its core, The Progeny is simply a story about a man and woman who fall in love, and the fact that he’s a half-blood (half-human, half vampire) and she’s a Wiccan human are secondary factors. When we meet Ascher, he’s grumpy. Frankly, who could blame him? He’s engaged to seal to Ursula—a cold and careless vampire who wants nothing more than to get her hands on a bloodstone— and he feels conflicted about his existence. All of that changes when he meets Shawnette McCutchin. She’s beautiful, intriguing and possesses some of the most potent blood that he’s ever smelled. A war immediately begins inside Ascher. He craves Shauna’s blood just as much as he craves her body and the closer they get, the harder it is for him to control his urges. After Ascher calls off the sealing to Ursula, the trouble begins. His family’s peaceful period ends when Ursula’s army attacks the Rousseaus. This series is about a family of which we’ve never seen before. They share a common mortal and immortal bloodline but loyalty is the thread that holds this clan together. Once you become a part of this family, the others will risk their lives to protect you. We see examples of this throughout the journey. There is no shortage of romance, steam and surprises in The Progeny Series but these books are for adults and contain adult sensuality, language and themes. Book one of the Progeny Series—The Progeny—re-released on May 7, 2012. Book two—Blood Bonds—released July 14, 2012. You can find Ashlynne on Facebook, Vampire Book Realm, Twitter, Manic Readers, on her Blog and Website. Visit The Progeny Series Facebook Page to learn more about the characters and to keep up with the latest series developments. Ashlynne loves to hear from readers. Contact her by Reader Email.

The Progeny Series is available for purchase worldwide at Amazon US,   Amazon UK,   Barnes and NobleAmazon SpainAmazon FranceAmazon AustriaAmazon ItalyAmazon GermanyARE Blood BondsARE The Progeny and  Smashwords.

WIP Clip from the upcoming Blood Promise…

A combination of hard suction and expertly timed movement lashed at him, bringing his release painfully close to the cusp. She seemed just as turned on as he was, her moans reverberating through his dick while her eyes fixed on his reddened gaze. Steadily fisting him with her right hand, Shauna’s left hand masturbated her clit, as he her head bobbed up and down—working him hard, milking him with a gentle strength that echoed her familiarity with his cock and what made it explode.

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Where The Road Leads Me

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Originally I called this post Where The Toad Leads Me…but people were confused..

Where the toad leads me…lol….that has to do with a GPS pic I saw and the photo had a frog instead of a car. Someone must have made it as a joke but it would be fun if the GPS had more icon options instead of the boring car…Something to liven up the GPS…

I’ve never been on a road trip. No, I’m not kidding..Ok maybe I should say I’ve never been the one to drive and go on a road trip. I remember as a kid going on road trips but have never actually taken one myself. This summer I decided to go on one with a friend of mine. We’ve both been working really hard and not doing much travel so this was the perfect time to get away.

We decided that were going to stay in the province and just take a trip a few hours away from us to a beautiful provincial park. We are actually leaving in a few days to take our first road trip together.

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I suck when it comes to directions. I’m more of a visual driver and I tend to like to know where I am going, but this time we are going blind..Well I will have my trusty GPS handy so if we get lost we can find our place. See this spot we are going to doesn’t have an addy. You get coordinates that you have to follow.

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I’m actually looking forward to this time away and getting to spend a few days with my friend. We promised we will not be working and just enjoy the time. Do some sightseeing and relax.

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I will say that I dream of one day getting in the car and driving across Canada. From one end to the next. I always joke that one day I will just get into the car and drive where the road takes me. Will I ever do it? Not sure, but it would be fun to do.

Being an author you tend to get lost in the craziness of work and forget to take time for yourself. Time flies away and the days run like there is no tomorrow. Some days I don’t even know what day of the week it is because I’m so swamped with work.

This little trip away will be nice and I’m really looking forward to it.

Have you guys ever taken a road trip? Where have you gone?

Have you ever just gotten in the car and drove wherever?

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A Luscious Road Trip!

Hi all you fabulous 69ers out there. Hmm…that’s a little odd rolling off the fingertips. Fabulous 69ers? It makes me think of naughty talents rather than smutty people. Ah, well. You’re all of those things—naughty, talented, and smutty—so no use crying over silly semantics. We have much better things to reserve our voices for, like say…moaning, groaning, and gabbing.

Obviously, you won’t be doing all three with me. Gabbing, yes. Moaning and groaning, probably not. Well that is, unless you’re moaning and groaning over the men in Luscious while riding in my Lamborghini Reventon. Now that could happen. Those men know how to get my drool flowing, my heart racing, and my head spinning. And I might make more than one naughty noise when they talk to me.

Hey, in my defense, the Luscious men are all that and a bag of cherry-flavored Jelly Beans. Let me tell you, that’s saying something because I have the look but no touch syndrome with them. They’re into men, and I’m not a man. See the problem?

But hold on…wait just a second. There is some good news. I have an avid imagination. I know you all do, too. Great minds think alike and all that. So we can sit back and watch them in their naughty glory. My inner voyeur totally digs that. Man on man on man action is H-O-T. And by now, I’m sure you know how much I love hot things.

Seriously, I might be a sweet, innocent woman who writes about fluffy bunnies and cotton candy. But I like to eat spicy food. Tabasco is a staple at my house. Okay, okay, I give up. You got me. I’m not sweet or innocent. And my version of fluffy bunnies are vibrating toys that you…well, you know…and my cotton candy comes in the liquid form. Wink, wink. Cotton candy lube is yummy.

But I digress…

It’s time to get this show on the road. Are you in for a risqué ride? Do you want to come with me? On a road trip, I mean. If so, let’s get going…

Travel Log

Date: August 24, 2012

Description or Purpose: Naughty good times

Odometer Start: 6969

Odometer End: 7038

Total Miles: 69 miles

I, Mia Ashlinn, began a road trip back on August 9th with a car full of smutty ladies and wicked gentleman. We were looking for a naughty good time, and we found it in Kinky, Kansas. But after a run-in at the local BDSM club with a seriously smoking Dom, I was in dire need of something cold. So I rounded up my posse and headed in the direction of Luscious, Kansas, only to find that the knocking I heard was coming from the engine block and not the pounding in my heart. Poor Casanova.

A phone call later, I handed over the keys of my precious car to Serenity’s resident auto shop hotties, Shane and Landon. With a hug and a kiss to Casanova, they drove him off into the sunset. It took fifteen days and a butt load of money for auto parts to get back on the road. But here we are, riding in my badass Italian baby, on our way to Luscious.

The sixty-nine miles it takes to get from Serenity to Luscious flies by as we chatter about anything, everything, and nothing at all. When we pull into town, I slow my car to a crawl and roll down the road. At the rate I’m moving, the cops are going to pull me over at any second. Like that’s a bad thing.

Going silent, we all gawk out the windows like a bunch of tourists. Mmhmm. We’re those kinds of travelers…especially since we’re scoping out the Luscious men. And boy, do we find them. They abound all around us. Sinfully sexy male bodies are moving from one beatnik place to the next. They’re stepping into the bohemian bookstore. They’re stepping out of the cool café. They’re shopping in the eclectic boutiques, and they’re pointing at the offbeat organic store with the crazy sign out front.

As I near the edge of town, I pick up speed. Someone fusses that I should find somewhere to park so we can explore this radical new place. I shake my head and keep going. I have plans to visit the place that started it all—the saloon and brothel owned by the town’s notorious Madame Luscious. And I’m not about to stop now.

A short time later, I pull to a stop in front of an old storefront bar. The worn building looks rather plain and unassuming. But I knew I was in the right place because it was the only thing in sight. Besides, Google Earth told me this was where I was supposed to be. And goodness knows that Google Earth is never wrong.

I glance at the others and ask if they want to come in with me. They all shake their heads, looking at me like I’d lost my mind. Which I probably have. This place looks deserted. I shrug then get out and start to snoop. I don’t make it halfway around the building before I notice another car. Scanning the area, I also spot two men—two very big, insanely hot men.

“Deke? Adam?” I ask incredulously. “What are you doing here?”

The two men turn to me then stalk forward. Their sensual prowl has me ready to fall to my knees and beg for their mercy—both of them, at the same time. Oh yeah. Mmhmm….I could handle that. Clearing my throat, I take a deep breath and attempt to calm my racing heart. But of course, I fail. Hello? They are freaking hot.

Nearing me, Adam flashes a charming smile. Dropping to my knees is sounding better and better. But not as much as bending over and being taken from behind. “Mia?” he asks. “Are you looking to buy this place, too?”

As Adam’s twinkling baby blue eyes meet mine, I lose my train of thought. Huh? What? Shoot. Did he say something?

Coming up beside Adam, Deke narrows his dark eyes on me, and I squirm under his scrutiny. Hot or not. His Dom stare is unnerving. If it wasn’t turning me on as much as it was freaking me out, I would run like hell—all the way back to town. But shit, Dom’s do it for me. So I stay put.

“She’s not buying this place,” Deke states knowingly. “She’s just being nosy.”

At first, I wonder where he’s heard that. Then the truth dawns on me. “You talked to Sarah.”

Rather than answering me, Deke gives a noncommittal shrug. “It’s a nice place,” he informs me as though I’d asked. “We’re thinking of investing, but the man who runs the town’s historical society is rather difficult.”

“I like difficult,” Adam remarks. “It makes life more interesting.”

I shake my head. “You’re just saying that.”

Adam smiles at me crookedly, showing off his perfect, pearly white teeth. “Actually, I like this place. It’s quirky, like the town.”

“That it is,” I agree with a smile. “I wouldn’t mind living here.”

“I hear that’s in the cards,” Deke comments with a half smirk. “Or at least, that’s what Sarah says.”

I notice how Deke’s dark eyes melt like ooey-gooey milk chocolate as he says Sarah’s name. But I don’t comment. I don’t even ask how she is. Probably because I talked to her yesterday, and she was fine.

I give a noncommittal shrug like Deke had only moments before and say, “You never know.”

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Words are all we have*


Some things in this life you never get to experience. Because you’re a man and not a woman or vice versa. Because you’ll never travel to other galaxies or the other side of the globe. Because some things are illegal. Out of bounds, for whatever reason. Still, you’d love to know what it feels like. Enter time machine, travel agency and magic carpet number one: art. Special Mention: books.

Movie makers go on location. Theater makes use of props. Writers build worlds using words. Good actors make you forget they’re imitating life. Good writers do the same with dialogue and description. Photographers snap a shot, painters paint a picture. Writers can fit all creation into a single sentence.

Words are our tool and make believe is our trade. Still much of that make believe is based on or was inspired by actual fact. Real countries and cities, historical figures and incidents, scientific findings, visions for the future. Some draw upon personal experience and write about their field of expertise, some depend on the knowledge gathered by others and imagine the rest.

Imagining is the fun part. And it’s the tricky part. Unless you’re writing sci-fi, speculative, fantasy or paranormal, you have to get a fair amount of facts right. Geography, history and the laws of nature…mess with those too much and risk the wrath of many a disgruntled reader. I know how that feels. I’m a reader, and a viewer. There are currently two TV ads playing over here that supposedly take place in Brazil. And everyone speaks Spanish. Spanish! Brazilians speak Portuguese!! It drives me up the wall.

Seeking information has never been easier than in our day and age. It’s also never been easier to be led astray, to be misinformed, if you go to the wrong source. Moral of the story: Don’t assume anything. Check the facts. Double-check them. And if you bend the truth, be prepared to be slapped for it. I love researching stuff for my books because I’m so damn curious. You never know what you may find! You learn a lot on the way, things you may need later. Then again, very little of what you dig up may end up in your book. Still, most of it helps you get in the mood, create an overall feel, and pass it on to your readers.

And what of inner sceneries? I’ve always thought writing is a lot like acting with the exception that you don’t have a role to play, you play them all. (Plus direct after writing the script, do costume and set design, dialect coach… The whole shebang, really.) Every character has a history that colors everything they do. They have individual strengths and weaknesses, their own objectives, wants and needs, and different strategies to overcome obstacles. Imagine building all those inner sceneries, keeping them at the front of your mind all the time but never letting it show. That’s good acting. And that’s good writing.

In Perpetual Pleasure, I got to imagine what it would feel like to be immortal, never changing or aging. I got to live the life of a professional stunt performer. I got to be an old gent in a magical city three hundred years in the making. And the sex I got to have…holy hell! It all took quite a bit of research and a fair amount of imagination. And putting it all together is the most fun you can have with your clothes on. Speaking of which…

Hey lady! Where’s my smut? It’s coming August 31 from Ellora’s Cave, thanks for asking! Since I now have the final copy, and since you’ve all read the official excerpt, right *hint hint wink wink*, I want to treat you to a new one, one that picks up where the first left off. But first I want to ask you something.

Readers! What sort of things kill a book for you, crash the magic carpet? Have you ever wanted to write an author and explain to them everything you believe they got wrong in a book? Did you write them? Scribes! Have you taken liberties with facts, knowingly or unaware, and been slapped for it? Do you enjoy researching your books or does it sometimes feel like a necessary evil? Inquiring minds want to know.

Sexcellent weekend, everyone!

*Samuel Beckett

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A Sensuous Bite…


Mmm… Doesn’t that sound delicious right about now? 

Do you love to take a bite out of your man? Close you eyes for me and imagine a moment of passion that you’re sharing together  – just you and your man perhaps lounging by the pool or perhaps in front of a roaring fire. Don’t you love to inhale the rich scent of your man and love the musky fragrance of his body? I love to lick across the seam of his mouth before nibbling down his chin to his neck and licking all…the…way down and…well, you get the saucy idea. Have you ever kicked up the heat and used something perhaps to make him even tastier? Now I’m not talking about all those luscious edible treats you can buy in a sex shop.

Who needs edible undies when you can slather your lover with something truly delicious, completely edible and oh so sexy? The question is would you prefer champagne or chocolate? Jam or Honey? Have you ever thought about a setting up a delicious night where you leave all caution to the wind? Perhaps you will start out lounging in front of a roaring fire with a lovely glass of wine, a basket of toys and romantic or primal music playing as an appetizer. Maybe you can offer your partner a sensual relaxing massage and light some candles. Whispering a soft poem or reading a naughty passage from your favorite erotic writer, you can tell when he or she is ready for a wicked adventure.

Then the real fun can begin! I love to think of creative ways of using food and beverages and perhaps some very normal household items you wouldn’t necessarily think of as the perfect erotic toy and incorporating them into my stories. I write very sexual and sometimes downright kinky treats about fantasies and we all have them. You never know what might become a brand new yummy toy unless you try it out, using that wicked and sinful part of your imagination. I must admit that two of my favorite items I use both in stories and out are a bit of bubbly and melted, gooey, dark chocolate. Getting a bit thirsty are you? Let’s look at the pros and cons of using food and drink as a festive aphrodisiac.

Champagne – it’s frothy and cold and the effervescent bubbles can give you a perfect little kick inside your mouth, leaving that taste that lingers perfectly. Now, close your eyes and just imagine what effects it can have on your partner. Intrigued? Without getting into anything too graphic, envision taking a huge gulp and then leaning over your man, pressing your lips across his and forcing them open slightly. As the feel of hot and cold slice into his system, you can imagine that single whimper that leaves his mouth as he wraps his hands around your waist and draws you in so tightly that you are left breathless and desperately hungry to taste more of him.

Then just think about another long sip and edging down the length of his chest, inching toward…nirvana. Okay, I know, is it getting hot in here? I can tell you that the effects are invigorating and delicious on both a man and a woman by the way. Now reverse the situation until you are lying on your back and he is pressing kisses down the length of your body,,,pulsing his tongue across the heat of her tender flesh until your hand flutters down to grip his hair, longing to yank him to that sinful place you need. I can tell you ladies that the feeling is truly scintillating.

Champagne is tasty and refreshing and it certainly doesn’t have to be expensive. It is also not particularly messy and can be controlled. That is…if you want to. Let’s look at molten chocolate.

At this point I am thinking about the chocolate fondue. Imagine that perfect crackling fire again and this time you have a snazzy bottle of merlot, Kenny G on the stereo and fruits and cheeses on a silver platter just waiting to be consumed. Take a tasty nip and savor the flavor in the back of your mouth. It’s rich and warm with that incredible hint of raspberry or hazelnut. You dip the succulent strawberry inside and wait as he watches you for…long…wicked…seconds…until…you consume…the luscious…fruit. Lick! You heated up yet?

Envision taking your finger, dipping into the gooey warmth and easing it out, finally slathering it across the seam of his mouth before you capture his lips, pressing your tongue inside to combine the rich tastes of his masculinity and the luscious treat. Tip his head back as you trace your finger down and across his chin, nibbling all the way as you go further down until…

Hmmm…tough choice. What do you guys think? Succulent and sweet or tangy and ripe? I am having a hard time deciding. Granted one is messier than the next, but… I would love to hear from you. What is your choice and tell me why? And…have you used something else to tempt and taunt. Perhaps a little bit of honey or a taste of raspberry cream? There are endless possibilities.

Jam – think about dripping homemade strawberry jam down from his neck in a zigzag line of pure lust. He’ll be all stick and sweet and hot for you. Straddle his body and take a nibble or two. Honey is just as incredible of an aphrodisiac for me as it’s thick enough not to trickle in the places you don’t want it to and yet so tasty. One more luscious thought happens to be a Popsicle. Remember when we were kids and ran after the ice cream man or perhaps when mom came home in the summer with a box full of frozen treats? Didn’t you want to lick the delicious frozen creation until it dripping all over the kitchen floor? Why don’t you buy a boy and share it this weekend? There are many ways of using the treat. Mmm… I know what you’re thinking – a sticky mess. Is there anything wrong with taking a hot shower together afterwards? Perhaps a massage would be in order after that…just thinking!

I hope I’ve given you some delicious ideas and you can always invent a new and very wicked treat of your own. The next time you step in front of the fridge or your pantry, imagine the possibilities! Do you have some very sexy ideas? I hope so…

Kisses   xxx






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Hot vacation spots for hot stories!

When I go on vacation, I love to incorporate those settings into my stories. So of course, when I went to Tahoe in May, I had to use the locale in Kinky Neighbors Two. Okay, it’s terrible, I know, but my favorite part of the trip, besides all the hiking, was gambling at night in the South Shore casinos. I was doing really well on the slot machines, and honestly, I thought I’d come out ahead. But alas, I lost my twenty dollars. Yep, that’s my limit! I’m really not a big spender. Then we moved over to the casino dining. They had a perfect special going, tacos, quesadillas, and margaritas, all only 99 cents! Call me a cheap drunk! I had so much fun.

But just so you don’t think all I did on vacation was drink, eat, and gamble, here’s a view of Lake Tahoe from the Ridge Trail. Isn’t Tahoe magnificent!

And here’s a sample of the fabulous waterfalls we saw as we hiked up to Grass Lake.

You’ll find these locales featured in both Kinky Neighbors and Kinky Neighbors Two. Well, actually, Kinky Neighbors Two features the eating, drinking, and gambling part of the vacation!

I’ve just uploaded Kinky Neighbors Two to all the major e-book sites, but as a special for my fans, I’m also offering the short sequel to Kinky Neighbors as a free read on my blog:

Beauty or the Bitch, a contemporary retelling of Beauty and the Beast (with a twist!) is still free at Amazon and other major e-tailers.

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The Vacation of My Dreams

I haven’t had a ‘real’ vacation this summer. We’ve driven to a few local places for a night or two away, but to me, a vacation is a week away at an exotic location.

Pink watches the Disney parade

We’ve done Disney World in Orlando a few times when the little ones were smaller and still entranced by princesses and pirates. We’ve rented cottages on lakes and learned to pontoon, fish, and swim without touching the weedy bottom. (Yes, I’m a weed-o-phobe!) We’ve visited relatives, spent time on the family farm, and ridden our bikes on state trails.

I need more! I need a dream vacation. What would that be, though? The thought of hauling the family to Europe just doesn’t seem appealing. That’ll be something Kick and I will do one day, just the two of us, when we’re feeling especially romantic. France, Ireland, Italy. I could spend a month touring those fascinating countries.

Can’t vacation without the right hat!

I think the perfect family vacation would have a beach, lots of swimming, snorkeling, and fishing. It would have lots of interesting places to hike and explore. It would have long, shady stretches of bike paths for us to get our 20 miles in each day. Horseback rides across a lovely green landscape is a necessity. And interesting food, an exotic atmosphere, as well as fascinating people.

It sounds like…Hawaii. Kick and I watch Hawaii 5-0 whenever we get the chance because of the beautiful scenery. (Okay, for me, Alex O’Loughlin is a big draw, too.) I can imagine us renting a little shack on a secluded beach for a month and just soaking in everything the island offers. Some day, it’ll happen!

That’s my dream. I’d love to hear yours. What’s your idea of the perfect vacation?

Happy Monday!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
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Should Men Shave It All Off…Down There?


Well, should they? Let’s explore this fun topic today. I’m looking for lots of comments on this post, so get those fingers poised!

This is a common subject amongst erotic romance authors and smutters. When talking manscaping, exactly how much is too much?

While lying in bed the other night, staring at my man’s hairy front, I have to admit I did some mental waxing. Yes, it’s true. I’d contour the belly hair a little, trimming it to a perfect love trail. But other than that, I wouldn’t touch him. To me, being all bare might rank up there with carrying a man purse. (Mama likes to nuzzle!)

As an erotic romance author, I look at a lot of…um…inspiration. *wink* It’s impossible not to be influenced by publishing’s vision of the perfect man. After all, romance book covers typically sport shirtless heroes. But have you ever, in all your life, seen a hair? No wonder men feel compelled to shave, right? Women are lounging around devouring these books about hairless men, while our significant others wonder what those images have that they don’t.

In movies, it’s not that often you see a real hairy man chest. I’m sure these actors are subjected to torturous hours on the waxing table. I guess the good thing is they aren’t forced to have all their hair plucked by clam-shell wielding old women like some of the American Indian tribes, where hair was considered unsightly.

Some guys think that shaving their lower parts makes the tool look bigger. But in my opinion, when it comes to grooming the nether-regions, I’ve got one word for you—CACTUS. That’s right, guys. Ain’t no woman willing to take a ride on that.

What are your preferences? I can’t wait to hear your juicy comments!

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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