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Guess where I am and win a copy of a book from my backlist.

Hi all. I’m travelling this weekend and have a little contest for you all. If you can guess where I am, or leave a comment with your favorite place to travel you are in the running. I’ll post the winner in the comments on this post on the 21st because that’s when I get back.

Here’s a picture clue.


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I didn’t want to make it too obvious so if you can’t guess it from the skyline of this city here’s a little more info. It’s tucked between the ocean and the mountains. Last time I was here I was lucky enough to travel a little out of the city and see orcas playing in the sea, and then the next day traveled the opposite direction to see smoke rising from an active volcano. It is one of my favorite places to visit, and if I wasn’t a die hard Midwest girl, it would be a place I would consider living.

There’s another picture with a more obvious clue on my blog.

Leave me your guess or the location of someplace you love to travel or would like to travel and you’re name goes into the drawing to win your choice of:


Bermuda Triangle
Double Dare

or Going All In


Have a naughty weekend everyone!!


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I have a new release out! As you probably guessed from the title SPANKING SYDNEY, it’s full of sexy spankings! It’s also the classic boss-spanks-secretary story, but with some mystery/suspense tossed in! And hot sex, of course!

Happy Reading!

Going to work was never so much fun!

Sydney Davis loves her job as an executive assistant to the vice-president of a software manufacturer. Her boss never cares if she shows up late, takes a long lunch or goes home early. That all changes when he’s forced into retirement and his replacement, the stern but incredibly handsome Max Daniels shows up. The company is over budget on a huge government contract and Max is there to straighten things out. But he’s going to have to take his executive assistant in hand first.

After one too many mistakes, Max gives her a choice — she can either accept a transfer to another department and a lower paying job, or take a spanking. She loves her job and her paycheck, so she agrees to the spanking.

Sydney quickly discovers that Max not only gives a hard spanking, but that she gets turned on by having her bottom warmed. While he think she’s learned her lesson, she’s trying to figure out how to get him do it again. Only this time, she wants it to end with both of them naked in bed.


When Max frowned halfway through the report, she hoped it was because of the data and not her work. When that frown shifted to her, she knew better. Dammit. What had she done now?

“Would you please close the door?” he asked.

At that time of night, no one was in the building except the cleaning crew. Come to think of it, she was pretty sure they’d probably already left, too. She supposed he didn’t want to take a chance that anyone would hear the lecture he was almost certainly going to give her. Walking over to the door, she pushed it closed, then came back to stand before his desk.

“How long have you been an executive assistant, Ms. Davis?” Max asked.

She shifted nervously. Standing in front of his desk made her feel like she was in the principal’s office. “Eight years.”

He lifted a brow. “Really? Well, I’m surprised to hear that, because your work is shoddy at best.”

Her face colored. “I-I must have been in a hurry, I guess. My work is usually exemplary.”

“You’d never know it. This report is terrible.” He tossed it down on the desk, his jaw tight. “Between your sloppy work and showing up late, I should fire you. The only reason I won’t is because HR says you have an outstanding personnel file.”

Sydney stared at him. He’d been going to fire her? She knew she’d pissed him off, but she hadn’t even considered he might let her go. She owed whoever it was in Human Resources that had talked him out of it.

“But while you might be staying on with the company, it won’t be as my assistant,” he continued. “I’ve asked HR to transfer you to one of the other departments. It probably won’t be an executive position, but at least you’ll still have a job. When you come in tomorrow, go see Patti and she’ll place you.”

Max went back to reading the report, effectively dismissing her. Sydney stared at him, her stomach in a knot and her eyes burning with unshed tears. She couldn’t believe what she’d just heard. She was the executive assistant to the vice president of the company. Any other job would not only mean less money, but less prestige, too. She couldn’t let him demote her.

She swallowed hard. “Mr. Daniels, please.”

He looked up at her, his dark eyes cool. “I’ve already made my decision, Ms. Davis.”

She took a step closer to the desk. “Couldn’t you just put a letter of reprimand in my file instead?”

He was silent as he considered her words, but then shook his head. “A letter of reprimand won’t deal with the primary issue here, and that’s your work performance. Punishing you is only half of it. Besides, a letter of reprimand would go on your permanent record, and that would hurt your chances of getting promoted in the future. I think a transfer to a less demanding job would be best for everyone concerned.”

Best for everyone concerned? How could getting transferred to a lower paying job be best for her? He might as well just go ahead and fire her right now.

She took another step closer to the desk, pleading at him with her eyes. “Mr. Daniels, please. I really love this job and I don’t want to work in another department. I have the skills to do what you need. They’re just rusty because Mr. Willis didn’t require as much from me.” Hell, he hadn’t asked he to do more than get him coffee. “If I promise to work harder and do a better job, couldn’t you come up with some other form of punishment?”

Max sat back and regarded her in silence. That thing she’d said about feeling as if she was standing in front of the principal’s desk? This was way worse.

He admitted he’d read her personnel file, so he knew she had the skills necessary to do the work. He just had to give her another chance. She’d pick up his dry cleaning every day for a month as punishment if she had to.

“There is something” he finally said. “Human Resources wouldn’t consider it an approval discipline, though.”

Relief coursed through her, and she nodded. “Then it will just stay between us.”

Whatever it was she knew she would agree to it. She loved her job that much.

He studied her for another long moment. The knot in Sydney’s stomach tightened. Please don’t let him change his mind.

“Rather than have you transferred to another department, I could give you a spanking instead,” he said softly.

Sydney blinked. She couldn’t have heard him right. “A sp-spanking?”

Was he serious?

He nodded. “In my experience, a spanking can be an excellent method for adjusting a poor attitude. But I’d only do it if you agreed to it, of course.”

Sydney chewed on her lower lip. She’d gotten spanked a few times by an old boyfriend, but it had been during sex, so it had been fun. She didn’t think a spanking administered by her boss as a form of punishment would be very much fun at all. In fact, it would probably hurt like hell. Still, getting spanked would be better than getting demoted. It would also probably be a lot better than getting yelled at again, too. She cringed inwardly as she remembered how Max had shouted at her when he’d come back from the staff meeting that first morning. She really
hated getting yelled at.

Somewhere in the back of her mind, she wondered if his offer to spank her instead of demoting her could be considered sexual harassment. Probably. But a spanking was still a whole lot more acceptable than a pay cut, especially since her lousy performance justified the demotion.

“Well, Ms. Davis?” Max prompted quietly. “What’s it to be—the transfer, or the spanking?”

She swallowed hard. Lifting her chin, she met his gaze. “I-I’ll take the spanking.”

“Are you sure?”

She nodded. “Y-yes.”

If Max was surprised by her answer, he gave no indication of it. Sydney thought she saw the corner of his mouth quirk, but it was gone before she could be sure.

She watched nervously as he got to his feet and came around the desk. How did you get a punishment spanking? Having only been spanked during sex, she honestly had no idea.

“Bend over and put your hands on the desk,” he instructed.

His request sounded so polite Sydney almost smiled. But then she remembered what was about to happen, and sobered quickly enough. She’d agreed to this, she reminded herself as she bent over and put her hands on the desk. The position made her snug skirt cling to her bottom, and she blushed as she felt it ride up a little higher on her thighs to reveal even more of her legs than it already did. If she’d known
she was going to be bending over for a spanking, she would have worn slacks.

Sydney tensed as Max put a hand on the small of her back. They were really going to do this.

“Are you ready?” he asked.

What kind of question was that? Of course, she wasn’t. But she’d agreed to take this spanking, so she couldn’t very well change her mind. Telling herself it would just be better to get it over with, she nodded.

Sydney held her breath, prepared for him to do his worst. But despite giving him permission, Max didn’t spank her right away. What the heck was he waiting for?

She opened her mouth to ask, but all that came out was a startled gasp as his hand abruptly connected with her ass in a resounding smack.

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This book was originally published in 2005 under the title The Executive Assistant, but has been significantly revised.


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Rosanna Leo: meet the new Smuttie (or is that Smut-tress?) + a giveaway!

Well, hello there, my new friends. I’m the new girl and it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Firstly, I must thank Benjamin for kindly allowing me his spot today. Benjamin, I heard you were a sweetheart. Now I just know it for myself.

I am so pleased to be one of the new members of 69 Shades. It wasn’t all that long ago that I was reading great books by these wonderful authors and wondering if I might ever be published. The publishing gods smiled on me and my first book came out this past April. The second in May. My third just launched and my fourth is coming Sept. 3. Whew! It’s been quite a year.

I figured the best way to introduce myself is to introduce you to my work. A little teaser, if you will. After all, here at 69 Shades of Smut, teasing is what we do best. I hope I don’t disappoint.

Please read on for a tempting morsel from my first book, For the Love of a God.  And don’t forget to say hello and leave a comment. Next week, I’ll draw a name and one lucky commentor will win a copy of For the Love of a God.

Please be gentle with me.

Rosanna Leo


Conservator Maia Douglas is an expert on ancient Greece and its mythology. She would never tell anyone at the museum where she works, but she’s always had a secret crush on the mythical Eryx, Greek god of love. There is nothing she loves more than to tend to her favorite statue of him, and her nighttime dreams are filled with luscious images of Eryx making love to her.

One day, the peace at Maia’s beloved museum is shattered when a new director arrives. A man who looks exactly like her image of Eryx. As Maia watches, he manages to upset her ordered museum world, at the same time he inflames her with unwanted desire.

Maia does not know that her new boss is actually the god Eryx, disguised as a mortal so he may work in antiquities. Although he is the god of love, he has forsaken his sexual nature because of a curse that has killed any woman he’s dared to love. Though he fights it, Eryx is drawn to Maia with a force he’s never experienced in a thousand years. But can he convince her of his true identity? And can he protect her from a vengeful goddess who seeks her destruction?


He reached around for her zipper again to drag it south, but only got about another half inch down before he noticed her face. She tried to hide her look of uncertainty from him, but failed miserably. “Maia, what’s wrong? If you don’t you want to do this…”

“I do.” She opened and closed her mouth a few times, feeling so inadequate before his golden, manly beauty. “It’s just—oh God, here comes my stupid insecurity. You’re so goddamn perfect. Why would you want me?”

His eyes widened and he blinked at her a few times. His brow creased in an expression of great tenderness. “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”

Her eyes suddenly misted, big fat wuss that she was.

His mouth set in a tight line. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the bedroom. Once there, he wheeled a gold-leaf cheval mirror out of the corner and stood her in front of it. Still overwhelmingly naked, he stood behind her and looked at her in the reflection. Slowly, he ran his hands up and down her bare arms. “I’m going to show you how very beautiful you are.”

Finally, he finished with the damn zipper, easing it down the curve of her buttocks. Then he peeled the dress off her body and let it slip to the floor, and helped her step out of it. Maia didn’t want to look at her near-nude reflection, but Eric would brook no opposition. He made her look at herself. In nothing but her silk panties and heels, she felt über-exposed, but he was drinking in the sight of her in the mirror.

Just when she thought he might finish with this weird experiment, he helped her take her shoes off and set them aside. And then he hooked his fingers in her panties, still looking at her in the mirror. “Watch,” he whispered.

Oh-so-slowly, Eric pulled the undies down over her hips, smiling slightly as he did so. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight. Especially when she saw how his eyes focused on her pubic area. His lips had parted, and she saw her own chest heaving in the reflection.

Once the panties were off her, he stood still behind her. His large hands came up to fondle her breasts, and she sucked in air at the sensation. “Look how sexy you are,” he breathed. “Your cheeks are flushed. And I can already see the moisture between your legs, right there on your delicious thighs.”

“Please,” she begged, turning away from the mirror.

Gently, but forcefully, Eric spun her around. And made her look. And she did.

“Now,” he whispered. “I want you to watch this. And see how truly gorgeous you are.”

As his hand roved in the direction of her female heat, Maia wanted to cry. But she didn’t know if it was from shame or from the incredible lust he’d aroused in her. He was making her watch, for God’s sake! Who did that?

And yet, it was breathtaking to see.

He touched her with one finger, and she saw her face redden. He slid two fingers back and forth across her wet seam, and she watched her lips part on a shattered breath. He reached two fingers into her, seeking refuge in her warm body, and she watched as her pupils dilated.

And then he stroked. Stroked. Stroked.

Her knees were starting to buckle. She was already starting to come. Only then did he permit himself a little nibble, closing his teeth on the back of her neck. Staring at her in the mirror.

Maia cried out, and he removed his hand, delaying her release. Seeing the sense of tremendous loss shadow her features, he grinned at her. “Now. Look in the mirror, and tell me what you see.”

With a little less hesitation, she did. And took in the sight there. Her hair was in slight disarray. There was a bead of sweat on her upper lip and a pink flush to her chest. Her eyes were wide and so dark. Haunted, but needing more of him. Hungry.

“What do you see, Maia?”

“I’m … I’m beautiful.”

Only then did Eric roll the mirror away. He then rejoined her before the bed and gathered her in his arms. Holding her. Caressing her. After a moment, he pulled away and smiled down at her. “I’ll tell you what else you are.” He raised the fingers which had so recently been in her wet pussy and sucked on them, then licked his lips. “You’re fucking delicious.”

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Welcome guest blogger Tory Richards and leave a comment to win a copy of Passionate Encounters.

Hi everyone! I am so thrilled to be here today. I’m a grandma who writes smut, otherwise known as Tory Richards. I’m multi-published, and you can find my books at Ellora’s Cave, Liquid Silver Books, The Wild Rose Press, and Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. I do have two books under my real name, Debbie Wallace, at Whiskey Creek Press. They are mainstream romances and two of the first books I had published. One of which, Cupid’s Arrow, was on the publisher’s bestseller’s list for two consecutive months.

I am shamelessly promoting today. It’s not often that I have two books come out in the same month. Passionate Encounters was released with Whiskey Creek Press Torrid. It’s also my first book cover with the smoking hot Jimmy Thomas on it!  Passionate Encounters is the new, improved, and highly sexed up version of Cupid’s Arrow.


Hot Spot is my second book out on August 13th at Liquid Silver Books. It’s a short erotic romance and my second release with them. Below are blurbs, book covers, and links.

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Passionate Encounters – Whiskey Creek Press Torrid –

Mike Denton knows he’s in big trouble the minute he meets attractive divorcee Emma Stuart. Busy raising a teenage daughter, he doesn’t have time to pursue his own needs until she’s out of high school. That doesn’t mean he can’t enjoy an occasional after noon delight. The only problem is Emma’s not that kind of woman. And her pretty brown eyes and luscious curves lure him into breaking his one hard fast rule of not sleeping with the same woman twice.

Emma thought she was content with her quiet new life down on the lake. That is until a mistake lands the small town’s hunky detective on her doorstep. As soon as their eyes meet, her body responds to his sex appeal in a big way, reminding her she hasn’t had sex in two years. After he leaves, she thinks they’ll never see each other again. But what Emma hadn’t counted on was her sister’s match making skills.

Hot Spot – Liquid Silver Books –


There’d been something brewing between John and Sammy twenty years ago when they were teenagers. Only good girl Sammy had been too afraid of his bad boy image. Besides, in those days all he’d wanted was sex. She opted for his safer and more predictable brother, Pat. And when they get married, John disappears.

They’re reunited during a family reunion, and the years disappear in the blink of an eye. Seeing him now, as the successful, sexy man he’s become, reminds Sammy that they’re both free to pursue their attraction for each other that had never fully extinguished. Only giving in to a weekend of hot anywhere, anything goes sex isn’t the only thing Sammy faces. She has to come to terms with loving him.

Thank you for letting me visit with you today. One commenter will be chosen to win a download of Passionate Encounters. Winner will be announced one week from today on my blog!


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Welcome guest blogger Lexi Ryan

I was alone in my office when the text came.

Friday. 8pm. Be there…naked.


I blinked. Wow. That was…strange.

I have a healthy appreciation for a suggestive text. But this one? Well, the problem wasn’t what it said, but who said it. You see, its sender was:

A) Over 12-hours away from me

B) Not my husband

…and, oh, let’s not forget… C) My brother’s wife.

Now, I’ve been known to have a glass of wine or six at family gatherings, but I’m pretty sure I’d remember if our relationship had ventured into the brave new world requiring “Be there…naked” texts. Obviously, this text wasn’t meant for me.

We’ve all done it—hurriedly sent a message to someone only to later realize we’d asked our babysitter to buy a gallon of milk or our twelve-years-sober aunt to bring on the vodka martinis. More often, after sending a text with sensitive content, I’m grabbing my phone because I’m suddenly panicked I sent it to the wrong person. Usually, my worry is unnecessary, but how uncomfortable would it be if a text message meant for my husband went to my father-in-law? Pardon me while I shudder at the thought.

When I wrote TEXT APPEAL, I decided to have a little fun with the idea of text messages going to the wrong person and a relationship evolving from that correspondence. Kind of like a texting version of Cyrano de Bergerac if the letter-sender were a sexy poker player with a bad rep. Of course, Riley’s new cell is entirely misprogrammed so every texts seems like it’s coming from her dud-in-the-sack boyfriend, Chaz, who does nothing for her Inner Naughty Girl (ING). She has no reason to suspect they might be coming from bad boy Charlie who she’d never dreamed of giving a chance.



The screen read: Message from Charles Spencer.

She bit her lip. Chaz. Their date hadn’t ended so well last night, and she wasn’t sure if he really would text like he promised. She hit OK.

I can’t stop thinking about yesterday.

Riley put her fingers to her lips but couldn’t stop them from spreading into a grin. She took a breath. You’ve been on my mind, too, she typed. Did it sound too needy? Too desperate? She wanted to improve her sex life with Chaz more than a dieter wanted ice cream, but she wasn’t sure how to go about it. She held her breath and hit Send.

She stared at the phone, willing it to vibrate, willing him to respond.


“Don’t be stupid, Riley. You don’t need to text back and forth like teenagers all day. He’s busy. Get back to work.” She stole a last glance at her phone and turned back to her computer.

It buzzed again, vibrating against the desk. She chewed on her bottom lip. She should not be this excited about a text message.

But she was. She snatched her phone and read the message.

Did you try it on?

Her heart kicked up a beat. Surely he didn’t mean…Try what on? she typed. Send.

Black. Leather. Sexy as fuck? Ring any bells?

She shifted in her chair. Was this a side of Chaz she hadn’t seen? Was he secretly someone her ING would come out and purr for? That would be a good thing, right? Why did that seem so weird to her?

Her stomach clenched. All she could do was find out. I tried it on.

Four words. Safe. Noncommittal. He wouldn’t run screaming in the other direction. And if he didn’t like the idea of her wearing something so provocative…Sexy as fuck. She shifted again. He liked it. She hit Send and her lame-o message fled from her phone.

She waited, listening to the wall clock tick, tick, tick…Her phone buzzed.

I wish I’d been there. Hope you took pictures.

She frowned. Okay, she didn’t expect that from Chaz.

Pretend it’s Charlie, her ING said. What’s weird from Chaz is hot from Charlie.

That was a terrible idea, of course, to think about Charlie while Chaz was texting her. But she reread the message and imagined Charlie typing it, that cocky grin on his face, his dimple making an occasional appearance—

Her thighs flexed instinctively.

The texts continue, setting a series of events into motion that change all of their lives—for better or worse. It was great fun to write. I love screwing with characters.

How do you feel about text messages as a home for…sensitive conversation? Too dangerous or too irresistible? I’d love to hear if any of you have any fun stories about sending a text to the wrong person or getting one that wasn’t intended for you. I’ll give away a digital copy of my new sexy novelette, JUST ONE NIGHT, to a random commenter.

Oh, and that text from my sister-in-law? She sent another a few minutes later:

Sorry! That text was supposed to go to my friend Lisa.

Hey, I just get the texts, I can’t explain them.


Author of both contemporary and paranormal romance, Lexi Ryan writes smart, spunky stories that sizzle. She enjoys reading, sunshine, a good glass of wine, and trips to the beach. If she’s not hitting the pavement in an attempt to be a runner, you can probably find her perusing the nearest selection of Blue Bell ice cream.

Lexi lives in Indiana with her husband and two young children. You can find her at her website:



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We Meet Again…


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Hello all you smutty readers out there. Yes you..Oh you know you can’t get enough of our place here. So sexy that you decided to join me today.

So as some of you know I’ve had a few books go off the market and that has made me go back and rework these stories. We all grow and change with our style of writing and just the craft in general.

Going back to these books I learned how much I had grown as an author. I thought, this is a new chance to give my stories a breath of fresh air and new life.

I got to reintroduce myself with old characters and see them in a new light. To be honest they even surprised me this time around. They took a stronger hold of their story and started to lead me in a different direction. I always knew they were both powerful and kinky among other things but this just went all extra naughty..

I will say I’m enjoying meeting these characters all over again and discovering their wild and sexy side. They are taking their own adventure this time around and more sure of where they want to go. Each character has discovered a lot about themselves and their desires for love.

This is new to me to go back to an old book and rework it and re-edit. Give a new light into an old story. I will say no matter the stress and worries of doing this because of being unsure where this will lead me I will say I love the experience. It has taught me a lot.

I’m halfway through this reworking and so far I’m thrilled with the story and how much it has grown. I can’t wait to share it with you.

So tell me, have you ever had to take back your books from a publisher and gotten a second chance to give new life into an old story? How did it feel to return to something you wrote a while ago? did you like the chance or did it make you cringe?

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Did You Say Road Trip?

*groans* Not another one. I just returned from the ATL or Atlanta, Georgia and before that Durham, North Carolina. And before that, Memphis, Tennessee and Camden, Arkansas. One thing I learned while traveling across the south, that the highways look the same after a while.

I suppose if my characters could travel to anywhere in the world, Zach would more than likely take Trisha somewhere romantic and since he loves to spoil her I see them in someplace like Madrid or Milan and of course Paris.


Leo would more than likely take Symmone and the kids to some sort of resort like Walt Disney World where they could spend time as a family and then steal away for a bit as a couple.








One of my favorite couples, who actually met in a tropical location, is Delia and Jace. A hottie from the pool and seduction on the high seas. I had so much fun writing about fun in the sun, well the story still holds a special place in my heart.  Right now you can get the book from the publisher at a discount.

In the mean time here’s a bit from Breaking Delia’s Rules.

She leaned back on the table as he towered over her. “Favorite flower, Delia.” Jace settled the flowers in her lap, his hand on her thigh, stroking her sun-kissed skin with his thumb.

“I…wow.” She buried her nose in the cluster of orchids and tulips.

“So, how many shots?” He held her gaze.

She lifted her chin, and he read her quiet challenge.

He chuckled. “Fair enough.” She wanted to play this game? Five shots? Five ways to arouse her, maybe even teach her a lesson. He picked up the first shot, squeezed the bottom of the paper cup until a red blot hovered above the rim. “I’ll give you one chance to back out.”

Delia lifted a perfectly arched brow. “Scared?”

He smirked and balanced the gelatin on her pouty mouth. “No, but you should be.”

Delia trembled when his tongue swept the fullness of her lips. The tremor traveled into his body and hardened his groin. He teased her, savoring the soft moan parting her lips, sharing the cherry-laced alcohol with her.

Lifting his head, he reached for the next shot. This one he placed in the hollow of her breasts, spreading gooey Jell-O along the curve of each firm globe. She gasped, arching against his mouth. He wasn’t sure who would give in first. If they weren’t in such a public place he would suck the remaining shots from her perky nipples, visible through the stretchy gold material of her bikini top.

The next shot he settled in the soft dimple of her navel. Her belly button was a temptation all in itself. She didn’t adorn it with jewelry as others did, but left the creamy expanse of skin au natural. The little dip was enough to hold the fruity goodness and a spice that was all her own. He swirled his tongue against her stomach, curling his tongue to bring the orange-flavored shot to his mouth. The muscles contracted beneath his hands as he held her in place, feathering his lips against her satiny skin, lapping his tongue until none of the stickiness remained.

He lifted his head and stared into her eyes, now dark with desire. “I have two more shots.” He ran a finger from the valley of her breasts to her navel. “Where should I put the next two?”

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Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic


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A Kinky Road Trip!


Welcome 69ers! It looks like a beautiful day to take a road trip. Then again, it’s me talking. I think every day is a perfect time to hit the road, roll those windows down, and let the music rip. So, why don’t you jump in my shiny, spectacular Lamborghini Reventon with me, and we’ll burn rubber?

If you misbehave, I’ll even let you call shotgun…

Oh, I might want to mention that my Lamborghini looks more like a sedan and less like a sports car. Its sunny yellow color isn’t so bright. It kind of looks golden…as in the color of wheat. And hell, it says Subaru, not Lamborghini. But we probably shouldn’t get too technical. My mind screams Lamborghini…so we’ll pretend that’s what it is. We’ll have more fun that way.

Now, let’s go. Move it or lose it.


Date: August 9, 2012

Description or Purpose: Naughty good times

Odometer Start: 6900

Odometer End: 6969

Total Miles: 69 miles

I, Mia Ashlinn, started out in Serenity, Kansas with a car full of smutty ladies and wicked gentlemen who were looking for a naughty good time. And I was determined to give it to them.

(Shew, sorry. I had to pause there for a second. Saying smutty, ladies, wicked, and gentlemen in one line was hard. Those four words aren’t generally united in the same sentence. Like bitter, sweet, agony, and orgasm. Well, unless you say, “She craved the bittersweet agony of orgasm only he could give her.” or “Her orgasm rushed over her, the bittersweet agony sucking the air from her lungs as she screamed until her voice cracked.”

Okay, okay. If you can’t tell I’ve been writing love scenes today. You’ll have to watch me or I might start spouting a random scene filled with smoking hot sex on this blog. But you wouldn’t want that. Would you? Hey, don’t say that you would. I have plans, and I didn’t schedule in time to talk sexy times. How about later? You and me…a little book. You get the picture.)

Now back to the trip…

After entering my fan-freaking-tastic Lamborghini, we buckled up. Remember, ‘Safety First.’ Next, I flipped on the satellite radio, scanned through the channels until I found one that specialized in hard rock, and then headed away from the tiny town where life is anything but calm when love is involved. And goodness knows that love is always involved in the ménages there. But I digress…

I drove exactly 69 miles until the high-performance tires hit the edge of a town that we’d all only heard of. Do you know how we knew where we were? Because there was a brick building and a sign that told us so.

Curious as to what exactly The Edge of Kinky was like, I whipped into the crowded parking lot and found a space before I pulled in it. Whispering for every 69er to stay put, I hopped out of the car and skipped across the desolate street.

Interesting. From the vines growing up the wall to the grunge door to the simple sign that read The Edge, this place fascinated me. I raised an excitedly trembling hand to the door then rapped my fingers against the aged wood.

Surprisingly, the door immediately swung open and revealed the sexiest, dominant man I had seen in a while. He was absolutely, totally, mouth-wateringly delicious. Wow.

Quirking his eyebrow, Mr. No Name inquired, “You are?”

“I am…” Wait, what was my name again? Shoot, Crap, Son of a gun. It rhymes with Tia, Lia…Oh yeah, I remember. “Mia. M­—m—my name is Mia Ashlinn.”

“Lovely name,” he replied in a clipped voice, “but you are not supposed to be here. This is a private club. Members only.”

Darting my eyes around nervously, I’m not sure what to say to this man. He had me as jumpy as a cat on a hot tin roof. Between his good looks and his badass attitude, I’m all aflutter. “So…what kind of club is this?”

He smirked. “Wouldn’t you like to know…”

“Well, I must admit that I have an inkling about what kind of club this is and what kind of man you are,” I confessed, blushing so furiously that my cheeks actually hurt. “See, I write a series called Sweet Serenity, and the people there talk about this place—a lot.”

Mr. No Name obviously didn’t like my answer. He frowned then crossed his arms across his big, beefy chest. “Then why did you ask, if you already knew the answer?”


“Not a good response,” he retorted, but I could see his lips twitching behind his controlled expression. He apparently found my discomfort amusing.

“All righty then. I think I’ll go now.”

“You do that,” Mr. No Name replied. “Next time you come, give me a call. I’ll set you up with a tour.”

Yeah baby yeah. “You might live to regret telling me that, Mr—”

Uncrossing his arms, he flashed a dazzling smile and extended his hand to me. “Wyatt Thorpe.”

I reached out and took his masculine hand in my feminine one. Shaking vigorously, I smiled at him. “Nice to meet you.”

“Nice to meet you, too.”

“I have a feeling I’ll be seeing a lot of you,” I tell him. Although, I don’t add what I want to say so badly—that I have a series coming to this town soon. How could I share that one of the two Sweet Serenity spin-offs is a series titled, The Doms of Kinky, Kansas? He is a handsome stranger after all.

Eyeing me carefully, he nodded. “I have the same feeling.”

With the admission of my future Kinky, Kansas plans on the tip of my tongue, I spin around and practically run to the car to keep from spilling the proverbial beans. Flinging open the door, I duck inside. “Anyone have a drink? I need ice cream or ice water or something seriously cold. And I needed it five minutes ago.”

When no one had anything to cool me and my hormones down, I started the engine of the Lamborghini and took off. “I think I know just the place to go. There is plenty of water…I just hope the men there don’t do this to me, too. Otherwise, I’m going to have to leave Kansas to keep from going up in flames.”

To be continued on August 24th when I take a Luscious Road Trip…dum, dum, dum!

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Feel like makin’ love

How goes it, 69ers? Everyone enjoying their summer, or winter, if you happen to live below Mother Earth’s waist? I’m sorry for the radio silence but I’ve been vacationing with the family now that Hubby finally has some time off.

June and July were Take Your Kids To Work Day, every day, at Casa Dita. I’ve been doing the working mom thing on steroids, so you bet I’ve been looking forward to August. I promised myself I would focus on family and friends, and family and friends only. They deserve it. I’ve earned it. And where’s my head at on this fine summer day?

On Perpetual Pleasure and release day, only three weeks away. On promo and writing and projects that have been on hold or moving at the speed of slugs on Valium for weeks. On the fact that in seven days, the kids will be back in school and I’ll be able to pick up where I left off in early June and resume my raunchy office romance. (Dad, you might want to stop reading now. Yes, I do mean with your son-in-law so put the phone down, you’re ruining this.)

I had to smile at Cassandre’s post yesterday. It was a tight smile, a forced one, because summer is quickies. Summer is stealth sex. Summer is the constant possibility of interruption. Summer is a prelude to fall, gearing up, leisurely looking through what’s new at selected adult toy stores. Build-up. A teaser trailer where all the sex you’re not having flashes through your mind, courses through your body and does it’s damage: leaves you wanting.

Summer is torture for someone who really likes their bedplay, someone who likes to take things nice and slow and thorough, someone who, when they want a little hardcore with their gentle, likes to get vocal and verbal. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I don’t even want to know what they say about abstinence. I say that in marriage at least, it’s the pits. I say it makes Dita a very restless, cranky girl. I don’t stand well on two feet, I need three: spiritual sustenance, food for thought and physical activity, and I don’t mean just sports.

So. Next week, when you’re sitting at work, taking a break and having coffee, I’m taking full advantage of a kid-free house and having my hot man from the cold, who, as fate would so happily have it, works the oddest of hours, is often home during the day, and more than happy to be my afternoon delight and steamy office affair. What? As if you wouldn’t take advantage of the situation. You would? You are? Good for you! Highly recommended, skipping coffee and other substances for something infinitely more healthy and energizing. And I’m a fitness enthusiast, but workout breaks just aren’t the same, are they?

Can’t wait for release! Day. Can’t wait for release day, which is August 31st. For instant gratification, there’s Alex Rising, and since August’s theme here at the blog is vacations, I chose the sexcerpt accordingly. Enjoy!


By reading any further, you are stating that you are at least 18 years of age. If you are under the age of 18, come back later.

An Excerpt From: ALEX RISING
Copyright © DITA PARKER, 2010
All Rights Reserved, Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

Tristan and Danny had been as close as brothers, as close as Alex was with his twin sister. It figured they would love the same woman. Danny had tried to hide it. He had managed to for a while. But with time, the more Tristan talked about Lin, the less Danny commented until it seemed he wanted to be nowhere near when the subject of wives and girlfriends was brought up. Alex knew a self-defense move when he saw one.

Danny must have felt like a lucky bastard when Tristan had approached him and offered him the possibility of being with Lin. But luck hadn’t been on their side the day both men had died. And Alex didn’t think Tristan had been thinking of Lin. He had only been thinking of himself. He had won the wager and now Alex and Lin would pay the cost.

Letting Lin settle, Alex looked at the photographs sitting in their colorful frames on a dark wooden drawer by the wall. He zeroed in on one of Lin sandwiched between Tristan and Danny, Lin facing Tristan and holding on to him, Danny glued to her back and holding on to them both.

“The two of you look so much alike you could have been brothers. Is that why you chose him? To make it easier on yourself and Lin? I know you didn’t even have to twist his arm. It was the worst-kept secret in the team that he lusted after her, you know.”


“Yes, Tristan?” No time like the present to let the cat out of the bag, Alex decided, even if he had to drag it out by the tail.

“If we’re going to do this, let’s at least be honest about things. She might not have known, but you guys did a terrible job pretending you didn’t notice Danny had a hard-on for her. Remember that topless picture of Lin sunbathing?”

“Tristan!” Lin gasped.

“Oh don’t worry, sweetie. He never meant to show it to anyone, but he kind of misplaced it. I found Danny jacking off with it.”

“Oh god.” Her hands flew to her ears.

“It’s okay. It’s in a safe place. In fact, you can have it back now.” He dug out his wallet and took out his favorite pinup to date.


“Yeah yeah yeah, I’ve had it all this time. I threatened to tell you if he didn’t let me confiscate it. It was wrong of him to take it in the first place.”

“It was even worse of you to keep it.” Murder and mayhem sounded out in Tristan’s words.

“It’s a very nice picture.”

Lin took the picture he now offered and slapped it facedown on the coffee table without even stealing a glance. She remembered the day it had been taken. It had been their first trip abroad together and the first time they’d had sex outdoors.

The bungalow had been secluded and they had taken full advantage of its private location. She had been sunbathing topless when Tristan had turned the camera on her and asked her to strike her best pinup pose. She had done his bidding, he had taken the picture, put the camera away then asked if she’d like to take the bikini bottom off too. She had dared him to do it himself.

He had sat at the edge of the lounger and put his hand on the tiny triangle of fabric. He had massaged her mound lightly then asked her to open her legs a little wider. She had been wet and ready for him as he’d slipped his hand between bare skin and thin cloth and gone for her clit and slit with added pressure. She had tried to breathe evenly.She had meant to tease him until he dragged her indoors and took her. It had been Tristan doing all the teasing instead with his fingers on her pussy, rubbing her until she’d writhed.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take these off?” he’d asked.

“Uh-huh,” had been her breathless answer, her eyes closed tight in pleasure beneath her sunglasses. Tristan had pushed a finger inside her, slow and sensuous, monitoring every breath she’d drawn. He had pulled out languidly to add another finger. He’d started driving into her pussy in long, steady strokes, gliding in the moisture that betrayed how damn hot he made her. And she’d ridden his fingers. She had countered his thrusts and fucked him back.

“They’re staying on then?” he’d asked silkily before he’d begun working harder inside her creaming cunt.

“Yes,” was all she remembered wheezing.

“Keep them on then.” His voice had turned husky, the silky tone gone. So were his fingers as the sun suddenly clouded. Tristan had climbed onto the sunbed with her, taken her under him and pushed the thong bikini aside. If she had thought his fingers had felt fine teasing her pussy, his cock pushing into her next had been absolutely fantastic.

He had fucked her wildly, driving pleasure into her as he drew cries out of her until she was coming hard and shouting even harder. She had forgotten to care they were outside. Nothing but the blue skies and the ocean to watch them, no one but Tristan to hear her, and before the trip was over she had willingly taken those bikinis or her dress off for him many more times under the sun and the moon.

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How Do You Like Your Sex?

Cassandre Dayne

Yeah, I know. That’s a loaded question, isn’t it but for those of you how know me, that’s exactly the kinds of questions I’m going to ask. And trust me, I’m not looking for the characters you read in books either. No, I’m talking heart pumping, lick smacking, body pounding, wild and wooly sex. Sheets, sex toys, peanut butter and body lotion is up to you entirely. Okay, you might be asking, why am I asking this question? Well, blame in on a Facebook friend of mind who over the weekend talked about needing a peanut butter milkshake the size of one of his very legs. (And I’ve met him at a conference and trust me he his legs are LONG, babies). So you know me, I had to go – I’m thinking about other slippery things, perhaps including the use of peanut butter in an entirely different way.

Intrigued or turned on yet? I started thinking about just how much I love sex, crave it and need to experience a kinky moment pretty much at least once or ten times a day. NEED and GET are two entirely different things, but I’m working on that. Sometimes a rousing sexual moment can be something as tasty as a hot, wet kiss that leads to something oh so tempting like nips on the earlobes and squeezes of body parts and then maybe an unplanned romp on the kitchen island, spoons used for spanking included. What? Don’t tell me you haven’t done this kind of thing before! Then again, if you haven’t, shame on you. Variety and plain common kink is not just the spice of life, allowing your unbridled desire to race to the surface might keep your relationship together.

So I’m asking my own kind of wild and wicked questions today, Cassandre style. What’s your favorite way of having sex? Let’s talk basics.

Morning or nighttime? I think a lot of women would say nighttime because they get to be all dolled up, perhaps in a slinky little bit of nothing and then may do a little sexy tease for him just moments before you crawl onto bed and offer to give him a blowjob as an appetizer. What man in his right mind wouldn’t enjoy that? Then you can ease out of your tiny thong panties, pitch them aside and proceed to ride the wild stallion. Sleep couldn’t be better after that, right?

What’s wrong with morning, guys and gals? For me there’s nothing better than waking up snuggled all next to your man, your arms and legs entwined. From the heat of his body to simply hearing his breath sounds and inhaling the rich scent that is all male, there’s honestly nothing better to me. Now close your eyes ladies and imagine sliding your hand down to wake him up properly, rubbing and caressing, perhaps giving him a backrub and then he simply rolls you over and thrusts deep inside of you. Wrap your legs around his waist and imagine the sounds of the bed clanging against the wall. Yummy. I think I could wake up that way every morning. Don’t you?

By the way…do you both sleep naked or do you wear flannel pj’s while he wears something akin to hunter’s garb? That might tell you the state of your sexual morning or night routine.

Let’s talk positions. Now don’t get all weirded out here. I know it’s very personal but you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to. But I am pretty convincing. Do you like the traditional missionary style or do you like to ride ‘em like a cowboy would, girls? Then again, do you like being taken from behind doggy style, his balls flapping against your ass? How flexible are you? A personal favorite of mine – since I have VERY long legs – is to put my legs up over his shoulders as he’s driving deep inside of me. Mmmm… I’ve been told by men that most women can’t take it that deeply – or as I’ve heard it called, balls to the walls – but I love it. What do you think ladies? Then there’s the sexy little having him on a chair and you are also on top. Women have a bit more leverage this way since they can use their leg muscles. And imagine doing this say in front of your picture window… I know, a bit kinky but so what?

Guys? What gives you the most pleasure and do you like to be more in control or having the ladies doing most of the work? Have you ever had a woman squeeze her pussy muscles around your cock? I can tell you I can make a man cum in an instant if I want to. Getting a little hot myself. How about you?

Okay then what about very weird and sinful places to make a little make out session? We’ve all done the dazzling deed in the back of a car, but what about on the hood of a car in just the right location where someone MIGHT be able to see you? There’s that little hint of danger with your wanton needs to spice up the event. Now this one might be a little tricky, but what about the beach? You have a couple of huge blankets and you are nuzzled together under one, covering at least all the naughty bits with the other and you proceed to touch and lick, taste and play before you spoon each other, he’s behind you and then he can very easily slide his dick inside. Give you any thoughts?

One of my personal favorites is under a waterfall. There’s something about the way the water cascades down over your heated bodies that boosts the incredible sensations for me. Then again you’re usually on some fantastic trip so the entire mood is sultry and uninhibited anyway. What about a darkened movie theater? Come on! You’ve sat in the back row and placed your hand on his cock just lightly stroking as the lights dim and if the place is thinly seated you slip onto his lap. It’s certainly easier if you aren’t wearing any panties of course. Purr…

One other place I absolutely love is a crowded restaurant. Yes, you really need one with tablecloths so you can touch and play and don’t have to worry about kiddies possibly looking, but imagine the possibilities. This is another time ladies panties are a no-no. He gets to tease you, sliding his hand up your thigh and pressing the tip just inside your very wet heat and all the while you’re chatting and drinking wine. Now think about the look on his face as he slips his wet finger into his mouth? Oh my. If you’re truly adventurous you’ll make a date in the bathroom and whether it’s a single stall or more, you can certainly figure out a way to “get it on”. Can you just hear the men in the other stalls as you bump and grind?

Well, I do hope I’ve gotten you all hot and bothered. Here are the questions again and I do want you to answer for me…

What’s your favorite time to have sex, daytime or nighttime?

What’s your favorite position?

What’s the kinkiest place you’ve ever gotten it on?

Come on now, remember, I only bite when requested so come play with me.

Kisses   xxx


Don’t forget I’m all over the place



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