Monthly Archives: November 2012

Corsets, and stockings, and petticoats! Oh my!

Before I get started with my debut post, I just wanted to say a quick thank you to fabulous Savannah Chase and Randi Alexander for inviting me to join 69 Shades of Smut. I’m honored to be posting with some really wonderful authors, so thank you for this awesome opportunity!

Corsets, and stockings, and petticoats! Oh my!

It should come as no surprise that some of my favorite scenes in romance novels usually involve a sensual tease or a really hot and heavy scene. Whether it’s a scandalous interlude in a carriage, getting frisky in the coat room, or a quick tupping in the buttery, how could one not appreciate such spontaneity? Now if only those scenes were easy to write, but that’s another post altogether.

One of my favorite scenes in a book just happens to be in Alexandra Hawkins Lords of Vice series, All Night With A Rogue. There’s a moment in the beginning of the book where Lady Juliana Ivers is hiding up in the hazelnut tree, while the Marquess of Sinclair is being seduced by a married woman no less. I read this book nearly two years ago, and I haven’t forgotten a single detail within the scene. But it’s those scandalous moments that I want more of, don’t you?

What makes a scene so sinful to you? Is it the soft caress from the hero, or perhaps the first time a female lead realizes for the first time, she really can enjoy sexual congress. Mind you, a little self-gratification goes a long way too, in a story where sometimes the character just needs a release. 😉

Do you have a favorite scene or a book in general? Does it make your toes curls? Does it make you feel wanton and leaves you hunting down that special someone in your life? Feel free to share a scene that was so mind-blowing, and has you coming back to that book to re-read every so often. I’d love to hear from you.

~L

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How Blue Can You Get?

This has been an interesting week for me. Thanksgiving was uneventful, thank goodness. Normally I prepare a huge meal, but it was nice to have a normal dinner and not have to go anywhere. 🙂 Are we really less than 30 for Christmas? Where has the time gone? I still haven’t put up the Christmas tree, maybe I’ll get the kids to do it this weekend. So in the last coupla days before Christmas shopping is shoved to megoproportions. What’s on your wish list? Anything outrageous like a new fur coat or maybe a new sparkly bauble. Or something sensible like a new laptop or that sexy pair of stilettos?

Me? I’d settle for some new pajamas and chocolate marshmallow covered Santas. Jackson Holt on the other hand just wants to surprise his longtime girlfriend with a wedding proposal. What could go wrong with that?

Jackson Holt wants to surprise his girlfriend, Meredith with the wedding of her dreams, but a jealous co-worker is bent on keeping the lovebirds apart.

Meredith Baxter is overjoyed at the prospect of a Christmas Eve wedding. When the groom goes missing just moments before the ceremony, she’s left to wonder if it’s a case of cold feet or something much more sinister.

 

Did he really think a bunch of silly flowers and puppy dog eyes would make her forgive him? Meredith Baxter snatched the bouquet of pink carnations from Jackson’s hand and tossed it to the icy sidewalk.

He widened his green eyes in surprised amusement. “Don’t be that way, sweetheart,” he said. The warmth in his voice was enough to cause the cold air to melt, but not the hurt and anger surrounding her heart. He rested a hand on her arm. “It was just a misunderstanding.”

She jerked from his grasp and glared at him. “A mis…” she sputtered, then drew a deep breath. “A misunderstanding is showing up an hour late for a date. You went on tour with the band. Without telling me!”

Confusion clouded his eyes and knitted his brows together. “But I thought—is that why you didn’t bother to show up for the last gig?”

She huffed, her breath forming white wisps in the wintry air. “I’d slap your face if I thought it’d knock some sense into you.”

Jackson chuckled, the soft sound moving over her like hot chocolate, soothing and sensual.

“You always had a temper.” He stepped closer, his body heat chasing away the chill from hers, and lifted a hand to brush a wayward snowflake from her hair. “But it never lasted very long.”

She hated that he was right and even now her anger was dissolving with each frigid blast of arctic air, but he would not do this to her. Not today. And especially not after the way he left. She gazed into his face. A couple of cinnamon brown dreadlocks peeked beneath the black wool newsboy cap he wore. He could do with a shave, but the shadowed beard darkening his jaw added depth to his narrow face. She swept her gaze over his mustache and tried not to think about the way the hairs tickled her lip when he kissed her or how his mouth always drove her crazy with its whispered seductions.

Meredith fought her rising desire and stared into his eyes once more. Green. His eyes were a remarkable shade of emerald she’d never seen anywhere or on anyone else. Mix that with his caramel complexion, decadent body and hell of a voice and she was stuck faster than a compact car in a snowdrift.

His dulcet tones mesmerized her. The way his raspy baritone warbled on blues notes was enough to grab her attention, but it was the haunted look in his eyes that captivated and his selfless giving that kept him in her heart.

He’d always been attentive and caring. But that was three months ago, before he decided to fill in for another bassist. Before he left her without so much as an email or old-fashioned ‘Dear Jane’ letter. She’d have settled for a text message, anything was better than him leaving with her heart and not telling her why. Especially after all the promises he made.

He’d pledged his love, promised her grand adventures, made her believe in the magic of love, then he took it all away.

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A feast for the senses!

Hi friends of the 69 Shades of Smut!

Well, its that time of year again. American Thanksgiving was recently celebrated and I’m still seeing posts on Facebook about how full everyone is. Here in Canada, we had Thanksgiving a month ago, and I still can’t handle the thought of turkey for a while.

Admit it, as much as we moan and complain about those annual holidays that make us feel like gluttons, it is satisfying indulging the senses for a spell. There’s nothing better than walking into a house where a turkey has been slowly roasting all day, and catching a delightful whiff of all those trimmings.

We’re pretty lucky to be able to enjoy that.

And let’s face it, there’s something absolutely sensuous about eating and drinking delicious foods. It engages all our senses: we touch the food, smell it, hear it roasting or crackling or simmering, we see it come to a boil or thickening in the pot. And of course, we taste it, swallowing it down, remembering its unique flavor. Sounds an awful lot like lovemaking to me!

I wanted to capture some of that feeling in my paranormal romance The Selkie.   In my book, selkies are sensual creatures, driven by smell and taste. I describe their unique sensibility and liken them to cats. They can smell a fragrance, that sense of smell transfers to their tastebuds, and they can suddenly taste. An intriguing thought, when standing in front of an aroused individual!

Has there ever been a smell that has driven you wild? I know I have some. My favorite has to be cocoa butter. I smell it and am immediately transported to a sandy beach. I can almost feel the water lapping at my toes. Is there a sound or taste that has remained in your memoryback, conjuring delicious images? I’d love to know. Is it the flavor of sweet wine, or perhaps the feel of leather? What sense memories stimulate you?

While you’re pondering this, I’ve leave you with a little snippet from The Selkie. Hopefully my selkie man will engage your senses!

Blurb:

This was supposed to be her year. However, after losing her job and discovering her fiancé cheating, Maggie Collins has her doubts. When her grandmother dies, she hits rock bottom. Maggie travels to her grandmother’s home in Orkney, Scotland to sort through her gran’s things, only to discover the old woman has left her a seal pelt as her inheritance. She also learns that others are after the pelt.
To add to her frustration, Maggie’s dreams are filled with luscious images of a long-haired man, images that draw her to the magical beaches in Orkney. Although she’s lost her trust in men, this dream man inspires her with a lust she’s never known before.
Calan Kirk has also been dreaming. Dreaming of Maggie, the mortal woman who arouses him as no other woman ever has. Meeting her in the flesh when she arrives in Orkney is nothing short of spontaneous sexual combustion. But she is a human, and not to be trusted. He needs the seal pelt, not a red-haired temptress.
As a thief ransacks Maggie’s grandmother’s house, Maggie and Calan are thrust together. They must search for the animal skin, a mythical relic which once found, will either bring them together or rip them apart forever.
Excerpt:

The woman addressed only Calan, as if in a stupor. “What would you like, handsome? Please tell me it’s forty-year-old blondes with a couple of kiddies at home.”

He merely grinned, as if he got that response from women all the time. “A bottle of red wine, please, pet. Oh, and a shrimp plate, the buttered scallops, the lobster pasta, and the oyster special.” He turned to Maggie. “What’ll you have, love?”

She couldn’t stop her eyes from popping. “None of that was for me?”

He leaned over and whispered, grinning lasciviously. “I did warn you about selkie appetites.”

She tried to ignore the luscious ripple of sexual promise that wobbled through her core.

A short time later, Maggie was polishing off her lunch-sized portion of fish and chips, watching as her strange companion swallowed back the last oyster with gusto. He’d eaten all of it, every last morsel, although he’d tried to share a great deal of it with her. And he’d ordered two more bottles of red wine, too. She’d had a glass. He’d had the rest. And he was as sober as a novice on her first day at the convent.

“Do you always eat like this?”

Calan laughed. “I’ll share something with you. Selkie folk are sensualists. We live to feel, Maggie. We live to touch, to smell, to taste.” He leaned over and gave her a kiss so redolent of buttered shrimp that she almost thought she was at Red Lobster. “And we like to eat, mostly shellfish, but I’d take a good burger any day.”

She couldn’t help laughing at his enthusiasm. It was as infectious as his kisses.

“And,” he continued, “I do have a weakness for fine red wines. And one of the perks of being selkie is that it takes a lot to get me drunk.”

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A Real Inspiration

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I’ve always been a very visual person when it comes to my writing. I get inspired by watching people, movies, music videos and everything in between. My latest project has really given me a huge chance to be very inspired especially since the hero of the series is inspired by a real guy, a fighter.

I’ve been fortunate enough to spend time in different training facilities watching him turn his body and skills into the ultimate ass kicking machine. Even in the short period of time I’ve gotten to see all the hard work and dedication that goes into it all.

Each time I spend time observing and learning I take notes and end up getting so inspired with scenes and things for the book. It is my own personal muse tap. As long as I am around the setting of my story the ideas flow like crazy.

I’ve never done anything like this. Having to base a story on an actual person is so different from writing a fictional hero. You have to observe and really soak in the personality of your subject. You have to capture them on the page and make sure you get it right.

From day one I’ve been excited to take on this new project and do something different, even something out of my comfort zone. Why out of my comfort zone? Well, I’m use to working alone and creating stories that are from my imagination. This time that also applies but a real person is in the mix.

The experience so far has been out of this world and I can’t wait to tell you all more about it. You get to witness truly spectacular moments of greatness. I truly know that this is just the start of something big.

My question to all of you is, have you ever used a real person as an inspiration for a book? How did you find trying to capture him or her in your story? As a reader, do you mind if characters are inspired by actual people?

stay naughty,
Savannah

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The Keeper of the Key–Debra Smith Guest Author

Big hello and welcome to Debra Smith, author of a brand new sexy vamp story. It’s always a good day when the world gets a new sexy vamp story, right? Please read on for a sneak peek at this story, now available from Pink Petal Books 
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Excerpt rated Get-Your-Ass-Out-And-Buy-This-Right-Now. 

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The bell jingled above the door as a uniformed man carrying an envelope crossed the threshold. Kate pushed her glasses up her nose and placed her new romance novel on the book store’s counter, careful to mark the page.

“Katherine Collins?” The man scanned the small storefront.

Kate darted a glance at his embroidered name tag. Chip, how quaint.

“Yes, how can I help you, Chip?”

“I have a delivery from Tom Collins dated for today. Could you show me some identification and please sign?”

She froze, not even daring to breathe. Kate felt the blood drain from her face. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the sound of deep laughter, and the sweet taste of fresh strawberries lingered in her thoughts.

“Miss, is everything all right?”

Kate jumped with a start and blinked as her mind returned to the present.

“I beg your pardon.” Kate flushed.

His eyes filled with concern as he repeated his question.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” Kate reached down behind the counter and retrieved her ID from her purse. She steadied her hand as she handed the man her license.

“Thank you. Could you sign on the line at the bottom of the page?”

She nodded in a daze, the torrent of emotions cascading through her body too much to process.

“Have a nice day, miss.” The man tipped his hat and offered a gentile smile.

“You too.” Her smile was a remembered politeness.

The man walked out, and Kate stared at the envelope. She lied. Everything wasn’t fine. The package was from her husband Tom, and he had died a year ago.

“Jenny, I need you to mind the register for a moment. I need to go to my office.” Kate called to her one employee stocking her new shipment of books for the store. Kate didn’t wait for a response as she walked to the back of her book store.

The door emitted a soft click as it closed. She engaged the lock, not because she wasn’t sure of her safety, but to buy her time to calm her thoughts. Air rushed past her lips when she collapsed in her chair. The old clock hanging on the wall marked the time, while she took several deep breathes trying to appease her aching heart.

Tears fell down her cheeks. A fresh wound burned, raw on her heart. Maybe his death wasn’t behind her.

“Tom,” she whispered as she caressed the envelope with trembling fingers.

Her heart pounded, while her hand ghosted to her desk drawer to retrieve her letter opener. Kate slid the silver tip in the corner of the envelope, relying on familiar routine instead of a steady hand. She winced at the harsh tearing of paper. She cautiously slid the contents on her desk and scrunched her eyebrows.

Two small things spilled out of the belly of the envelope. A delicate, silver necklace with a blue water lily pendant and a folded letter rested on the dark wood of her desk.

Kate reached forward and claimed one of the two confusing contents. Kate held the delicate lily between her fingers. The light glinted off the blue petals, causing her breath to hitch. Her fingers tingled while a dreamlike familiarity filled her heart. Why would Tom send a necklace? Maybe the letter holds the answer.

She opened the folded pages, making the paper crinkle in protest. She took a moment to let the unshed tears clear from her eyes before she began.

My Dearest Kate,

I’m sorry that I am no longer with you. I tried to protect you, but if you are reading this, I have failed. First, trust no one. What you are about to discover is dangerous. People will try to hurt you to gain the knowledge I have uncovered. The necklace is the key. You must hide it. We are not alone in this world. Forces of which you cannot possibly imagine will try to stop you. I know you had Great Expectations for our life, and I’m sorry I’m not there. You must find Xander. He can help you as he once helped me. Start at the Crossing, he should be there. Be careful. I have left clues for only your eyes. Be brave. I love you.

Forever Yours,

Tom

Kate folded up the letter, matching the creases exactly as Tom once had, and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks. The whole thing was crazy. A letter from her dead husband, dire warnings, and tales of dark forces was too much to handle. She needed time to think. Heck, she needed a drink. Walking to the front of the store, she flipped the sign on the door to closed. Kate blew a slow stream of air past her lips.

“Everything okay, boss? We aren’t supposed to close for another few hours.”

“I’m just not feeling well. Let’s call it a day.”

Jenny popped her strawberry bubble gum and jumped from the stool, eager to escape her boredom and have a life at least for the evening.

“Okay, but I still get paid for the time, right?” Jenny asked while stuffing her fashion magazines in her oversized purse.

“Sure, Jenny, of course.” Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.

“Cool . Thanks, Kate. See you tomorrow.” Jenny skipped to the door, the scent of her Lucky perfume temporarily muting the smell of books.

“See you tomorrow.” Kate sighed as her gaze drifted to her office.

Her heels tapped along the hardwood floor while she made her way to the front door. She clicked the deadbolt into place and scanned the cars and people in front of her shop. Nothing seemed unusual. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she returned her gaze to her office.

She had a choice to make, and she needed to hide the necklace. Whatever was going on, it was important enough for Tom to come back to life, however briefly.

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The Keeper of the Key–Debra Smith Guest Author

Big hello and welcome to Debra Smith, author of a brand new sexy vamp story. It’s always a good day when the world gets a new sexy vamp story, right? Please read on for a sneak peek at this story, now available from Pink Petal Books 
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Excerpt rated Get-Your-Ass-Out-And-Buy-This-Right-Now. 

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The bell jingled above the door as a uniformed man carrying an envelope crossed the threshold. Kate pushed her glasses up her nose and placed her new romance novel on the book store’s counter, careful to mark the page.

“Katherine Collins?” The man scanned the small storefront.

Kate darted a glance at his embroidered name tag. Chip, how quaint.

“Yes, how can I help you, Chip?”

“I have a delivery from Tom Collins dated for today. Could you show me some identification and please sign?”

She froze, not even daring to breathe. Kate felt the blood drain from her face. The scent of fresh-cut grass, the sound of deep laughter, and the sweet taste of fresh strawberries lingered in her thoughts.

“Miss, is everything all right?”

Kate jumped with a start and blinked as her mind returned to the present.

“I beg your pardon.” Kate flushed.

His eyes filled with concern as he repeated his question.

“Yes, everything’s fine.” Kate reached down behind the counter and retrieved her ID from her purse. She steadied her hand as she handed the man her license.

“Thank you. Could you sign on the line at the bottom of the page?”

She nodded in a daze, the torrent of emotions cascading through her body too much to process.

“Have a nice day, miss.” The man tipped his hat and offered a gentile smile.

“You too.” Her smile was a remembered politeness.

The man walked out, and Kate stared at the envelope. She lied. Everything wasn’t fine. The package was from her husband Tom, and he had died a year ago.

“Jenny, I need you to mind the register for a moment. I need to go to my office.” Kate called to her one employee stocking her new shipment of books for the store. Kate didn’t wait for a response as she walked to the back of her book store.

The door emitted a soft click as it closed. She engaged the lock, not because she wasn’t sure of her safety, but to buy her time to calm her thoughts. Air rushed past her lips when she collapsed in her chair. The old clock hanging on the wall marked the time, while she took several deep breathes trying to appease her aching heart.

Tears fell down her cheeks. A fresh wound burned, raw on her heart. Maybe his death wasn’t behind her.

“Tom,” she whispered as she caressed the envelope with trembling fingers.

Her heart pounded, while her hand ghosted to her desk drawer to retrieve her letter opener. Kate slid the silver tip in the corner of the envelope, relying on familiar routine instead of a steady hand. She winced at the harsh tearing of paper. She cautiously slid the contents on her desk and scrunched her eyebrows.

Two small things spilled out of the belly of the envelope. A delicate, silver necklace with a blue water lily pendant and a folded letter rested on the dark wood of her desk.

Kate reached forward and claimed one of the two confusing contents. Kate held the delicate lily between her fingers. The light glinted off the blue petals, causing her breath to hitch. Her fingers tingled while a dreamlike familiarity filled her heart. Why would Tom send a necklace? Maybe the letter holds the answer.

She opened the folded pages, making the paper crinkle in protest. She took a moment to let the unshed tears clear from her eyes before she began.

My Dearest Kate,

I’m sorry that I am no longer with you. I tried to protect you, but if you are reading this, I have failed. First, trust no one. What you are about to discover is dangerous. People will try to hurt you to gain the knowledge I have uncovered. The necklace is the key. You must hide it. We are not alone in this world. Forces of which you cannot possibly imagine will try to stop you. I know you had Great Expectations for our life, and I’m sorry I’m not there. You must find Xander. He can help you as he once helped me. Start at the Crossing, he should be there. Be careful. I have left clues for only your eyes. Be brave. I love you.

Forever Yours,

Tom

Kate folded up the letter, matching the creases exactly as Tom once had, and wiped the fresh tears from her cheeks. The whole thing was crazy. A letter from her dead husband, dire warnings, and tales of dark forces was too much to handle. She needed time to think. Heck, she needed a drink. Walking to the front of the store, she flipped the sign on the door to closed. Kate blew a slow stream of air past her lips.

“Everything okay, boss? We aren’t supposed to close for another few hours.”

“I’m just not feeling well. Let’s call it a day.”

Jenny popped her strawberry bubble gum and jumped from the stool, eager to escape her boredom and have a life at least for the evening.

“Okay, but I still get paid for the time, right?” Jenny asked while stuffing her fashion magazines in her oversized purse.

“Sure, Jenny, of course.” Kate pinched the bridge of her nose and closed her eyes.

“Cool . Thanks, Kate. See you tomorrow.” Jenny skipped to the door, the scent of her Lucky perfume temporarily muting the smell of books.

“See you tomorrow.” Kate sighed as her gaze drifted to her office.

Her heels tapped along the hardwood floor while she made her way to the front door. She clicked the deadbolt into place and scanned the cars and people in front of her shop. Nothing seemed unusual. Rubbing her hands up and down her arms, she returned her gaze to her office.

She had a choice to make, and she needed to hide the necklace. Whatever was going on, it was important enough for Tom to come back to life, however briefly.

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69 Shades of Black Friday

Hi everyone! I’m Jodi Redford, and I’m a brand spankin’ new contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. Now I’ll admit I’m taking a bit of liberty here, talking about Black Friday the day after the fact. But seeing how I’m still suspended in a turkey-induced L-Tryptophan coma, I’m just going to pretend it’s Friday instead of Saturday. I’ll be the first to admit that the only way I’ll brave the crowds on Black Friday is if they’re giving away gold bricks and possibly a Ferrari. Seeing how I haven’t come across that deal yet, I thought it’d be fun to come up with a top 6 Kinky Black Friday Deals, 69 Shades style.

So in no particular order, I present:

1) Buy one, get six free vibrator set. Because every woman should have a different BOB for each day of the week.

2) Buy one bottle of flavored massage oil and get your own personal masseur who bears an uncanny resemblance to Joe Manganiello and has an aversion to wearing clothes.

3) Buy one tube of lubricant and get six gallons free. Sure, might seem like overkill at first. But you’ll thank me the next time you break out the Slip ‘N Slide.

4) Buy one pair of crotchless panties and get a free, super warm fuzzy coat. You’re going to need it when it’s minus zero and you’re prancing around in those crotchless panties.

5) Buy one pair of velvet-lined handcuffs and get a hot cop who’s good with his “baton”.

6) Buy one naughty maid costume and get a hunky man servant who vacuums, cooks, does the laundry and cleans the bathrooms. Naked.

In the spirit of keeping things kinky, I’d be a major failure of an author if I failed to pimp out my upcoming release, Checking It Twice. No hunky cops or man servants in this one, but there is an extremely naughty Nick and a sex swing.

 

 

’Tis the season for double seduction.

The only item on Jana Colton’s Christmas list this year is Kevin Monahan. Preferably naked in her bed. The delicious, hunky chef has been resisting her forever, but she’s pulling out all the sexy stops this holiday. Especially since his acceptance of an out-of-state job threatens to nix her quest to rock his boxers off.

Jana has always been Kevin’s personal Kryptonite, but giving in to her isn’t an option. Relationships are a four-letter word in his book. He cares far too much for Jana to let his emotional baggage ultimately break her heart.

With the arrival of his best friend, Nick Pappas, the balance of temptation shifts. From their past history of sharing women, Nick knows every dirty trick it takes to lead Kevin astray, and he’s not afraid to use them. Particularly since Nick’s convinced that Jana is exactly what Kevin needs to be happy and whole.

Their game of seduction quickly snowballs into something that feels an awful lot like love—in triplicate. But with Kevin dead set on leaving Michigan, there’s a real possibility it could be a blue Christmas for them all.

Warning: This book contains an extremely tormented voyeur, a very naughty and not so saintly Nick, a liberal application of candy cane-flavored body paint, a buzzing butterfly, and enough raunchy fun on a sex swing to melt a snowman…or two.

“Redford follows The Naughty List with a contemporary erotic ménage romance full of red-hot love scenes that punctuate a compelling story…”
Publishers Weekly

Excerpt

Nick shifted his position, his free hand grasping Jana’s nape seconds before his mouth covered hers in a devouring kiss that was far wickeder than the one Kevin had walked in on three days ago. He’d witnessed Nick in action too many times to count and was no stranger to the power of his seduction. Even so, those past instances were a pale shadow of the raw, animalistic hunger inherent in Nick’s performance now. Continue reading
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O Come, All Ye Smutful

Frisky Friday, 69ers! With the holidays closing in, and since it is Black Friday, I thought we’d go XXX-mas shopping. I called the Holiday Hotline and this sexy elf volunteered to help us out.

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Hotline, indeed… His first suggestions were more nice than naughty, but I guess you have to have something you can actually put under the family tree. So, to help us get organized, he took me to Knock Knock. In addition to the holiday helpers, I found gifts for friends, lovers and book lovers.

A bookish site worth a visit if you’re in the US, UK or Australia is the Penguin Classics gifts and gear store. Sweet Danger tote, anyone?

When I asked for some sexy and sensual suggestions for friends and/or lovers or oneself, this is what he offered…

Magnetic Poetry Kits. You’ve seen these, right? But did you know there’s one for book lovers, love, and lovers alike? An erotic and sexual innuendo kit, a queer kit and one for improving on your pick-up artistry? Oh yes. He also mentioned a Yahtzee-like dice game that “Goes really well with good friends and cheap liquor.” O-kay.

On that thirsty note, how about a dirty martini? Just don’t drink on an empty stomach. To fill it up, how about some of those aphrodisiacs we talked about last time? The 10th anniversary edition of The New InterCourses: An Aphrodisiac Cookbook tastes as good as it looks.

Everybody well-fed and relaxed? How about some fun and games brought to you by Ball & Chain, everything from foreplay and romance through fetish and role-play to cards and dice games, a tongue-in-cheek way to spice up your life.

Time to get cleaned up so we can get down and dirty. Elf suggested a long shower or bath with the Body Spa Vibrating Bath Sponge (comes in soft foam and mesh). Quite an innocent-looking gift, but looks can be deceiving. Follow up with a massage from the Erotic Massage Deck – 50 Sensual Techniques to Get You in the Mood, but beware: a couple of these may put you in the mood but several will just put you to sleep!

Need oil to go with that? Fantasize about erotic waxing but afraid you’ll get burned? Try a massage candle. There’s a scent out there for every taste and when the heat is on, just blow it out and pour it on. Or use a lickable massage oil. Hmm-mmm.

What would the holidays be without toys? Very dull, said I, and Elf agreed. And flew me west to neighboring Norway. Turns out not only are Norwegians naughty, they have a great eye for comfort and versatility. Why not get him a Laid P.2 or P.3 Silicone Cock Ring? Where to get Laid. (Sorry. Couldn’t resist!) And for you, her, or a friend you want to make really, really happy, the sweetest thing, the B3 Onye Fleur Vibrator. It’s pretty, powerful, feminine, discreet and it’s waterproof.

Ready to get dressed for that family function? Try keeping a straight face while wearing a pair of OhMiBod Vibrating Panties with your partner in control. Yes, it’s a dare. Any takers? Accessorize with these objects of discreet intimate purposes and hidden functions from Incognito.

And gentlemen, or ladies… If you insist on buying sweet nothings for your partner, or if she expects you to but it always ends up bad, Elf suggested the following. Take a tour of shops like Chantelle, La Perla, Chamela, Agent Provocateur, Fleur of England, Le Mystère, Spoylt, marlies dekkers, Victoria’s Secret, Trudy Affair, Frederick’s of Hollywood, Cosabella, Elle Macpherson Intimates, insert your favorite destination here, decide which collection you like, get a gift card, and let her make the final choice. Win-win!

All dressed up and nowhere to go? Hop in bed then, tie your partner down and have your wicked way with them. No bed frame? No problem! With the Under The Bed Restraint System you don’t need one. Best of all, it’s comfortable, adjustable, easy, fast, and family-friendly. The kids may go through your drawers and closets, but I doubt they’ll look under the mattress. Couple it with a blindfold, and you’re all set. Sleep masks make excellent blinfolds, btw, since they’re designed to be light-weight, soft, flexible and breathable, and they usually come with a nose bridge so there’s no peeking!

Play hard, Elf said, but play safe. And riddled me this: What or who mixes plaid, charity and sex? Hint: It’s a quality gift that keeps on giving.

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“Good luck with that shopping!”

Why thank you, you sexy thing, and thanks for the holiday help! (And just so you know, 69ers, I’m not affiliated with any of these stores, only trying to lend a helping hand.)

Any must-haves you’d like to share, any hints or wishes you’d like to put out there? Let us know in comments. And have yourselves a sexcellent holiday season. Muah!

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A Dirty Thanksgiving

Oh hey, y’all! I’m Danica Avet, brand new author here on 69 Shades of Smut. I write paranormal erotic romance with a touch of Cajun spice for Ellora’s Cave, Evernight Publishing and Siren Publishing. Obviously, I was born and raised in south Louisiana and as I’m sure most of y’all know, we love our food here. And we especially love hot, spicy food. Isn’t that what we’re supposed to be talking about this month? Food? Well have I got it for y’all.

Tomorrow’s Turkey Day here in the U.S. This is a time for families to come together, eat until they have to roll themselves home, park themselves in front of a television and watch football (or hockey). Isn’t there some kind of hockey exhibition game on Thanksgiving day as well? I don’t know much about hockey. The only ice we see down here is in our drinks. But we’re not here to talk about sports, which is my second favorite thing in the world. We’re talking about food and the smuttiness that can be found at the Thanksgiving dinner table.

I’m going to talk about some of the buzz words that could be taken completely out of context by a dirty-minded author. *raises her hand* That would be me, by the way.

Stuffing the turkey:

I’m so juvenile sometimes, it’s a wonder I’ve manage to function in the real world. We don’t stuff turkeys down here. Or at least my family doesn’t. Stuffing it sounds like you’re either going to mount it on the wall (heh, I said mount) or fill it with feathers. Or, if you have an inner 12-year-old boy, something illegal is going inside that poor, frozen turkey. Stuffing it good and hard. Food porn!

Talk of pie:

Again, my inner 12-year-old boy wants to go all stupid with the pie jokes. Especially since every year my uncle sits down with the cherry pie he eats with his fingers, a glazed look on his face. Really? There are so many things I could say about cherry pie, apple pie and hair pie, but that wouldn’t be right. I mean, these people are my family members. Y’all aren’t. Sorry.

Dirty Rice:

There’s a bit of a debate over the difference between dirty rice and rice dressing. My family never eats rice dressing. It’s always dirty rice in our house even though we don’t cook ours with chicken gizzards or liver. If the rice is brown and has meat in it, it’s dirty. Dirty, dirty rice. Every holiday has dirty rice. Rice is like its own food group in south Louisiana and the name is awesome. Dirty. Rice. It’s like that Janet Jackson, Nasty Boys song when she says her name is Janet, Ms. Jackson if you’re nasty. It’s rice…dirty if you’re Cajun. See? It totally works.

And that’s all I have. I apologize if this post made absolutely no sense. I’m just coming off of an upper respiratory infection and ze drugz are making me loopy. I really do hope everyone who celebrates Thanksgiving has a wonderful, safe holiday. Get nasty with your food, call it dirty and make obscene jokes (in your mind) when someone talks about how hard they stuffed the turkey.

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Making Love Cowboy Style: New Holiday Book Release – Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas

What fascinates us about Las Vegas? Is it that it’s a town that runs 24 hours a day? A city that encourages us to give in to our vices? A brightly lit adult theme park in the middle of the desert?

Gigi, my heroine, is celebrating her birthday, while Boone, the hero, is celebrating his win at the casino’s rodeo. He’s got a big belt buckle, and he’s looking for a buckle bunny to share a couple hot nights with.

When they bump into each other, karma, magic, and temptation lock them together in a wild ride with plenty of cowboy lovin’, and cozy holiday moments. Take a mini-Vegas vacation with Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas.

Here’s the blurb: A lucky first kiss in front of a Las Vegas slot machine pays off big for bull rider Boone Hancock and New York college student Gigi Colberg-Staub. During the day they spend together as VIP guests of the casino, an intense attraction develops. Throughout the night they share in the big bed of the comped suite, hot, sensual moves ignite wild climaxes.

When Gigi receives a miscommunication, she believes Boone thinks of her as one-night buckle bunny. She confronts him, but Boone convinces himself it’s best for both of them if she goes on believing that, and he lets her walk out of his life. When he realizes his mistake, and then sees the sacrifice Gigi made for him, is it too late to win her back?

*Since I’m blogging at two spots today, I posted the first half of this scene at Wild and Wicked Cowboys. Head there first if you want to see how Boone got Gigi into this position.

Excerpt: Boone held her butt cheeks in his hands and squeezed, then kissed each one. “So sexy. You’ve got the cutest ass I’ve ever seen.”

Did he really mean it? He’d have seen a heck of a lot of women’s butts in his life. She wiggled her tush a little.

With a groan, he licked the bottom of her cheek where it met her thigh, a long, hot taste.

He core quivered with desire. Gigi was tempted to move her hand lower, pleasure herself, but she’d let him have his fun. She’d be sure to keep him in suspense when it was her turn to be in control.

He licked the other side of her then grabbed her hips and lifted her.

With her face on the quilt, she fisted her hands in the fabric next to her head and hung on. “What are you doing, cowboy?”

“Trust me?” The rumbled words shook her low in her slit.

He’d said the same thing to her at the Birthday Baby machine, and look how well that turned out. “I trust you.”

He chuckled. Kneeling behind her, he slid his hands between her thighs and grasped her hips from below, lifting her bottom higher. When his mouth closed over her pussy lips and sucked, she could see the genius of this position.

Blood flowed to her brain, spinning her like a ride at a carnival as his mouth heated and tickled her slit.

His tongue lapped along her folds then deep inside her, slow and hard.

Manic chills raced up her spine, flickering lights in her head, sending her reeling toward climax.

His mouth slid closer to her butt, and his nose pressed against her anus, circling as his tongue and lips continued to eat her with nibbles and sucks.

“Oh, God, where did you learn that?” Blasts of heat rocked through her, wildly whipping her toward nirvana.

“Mmm. My signature move.”

“So when girls ask you for your signature…”

He laughed. “Just you, Gigi. You’re my only fan.”

Warmth spread from her heart. He was hers this Christmas. A gift she wished she didn’t have to return on the twenty-sixth. She pushed the thought from her mind and concentrated on finding her orgasm.

His mouth slid down and captured her clit. With a suck and a couple flicks, he gave her what she craved.

Wheeling crazily, multicolored flashes blazed in her head. “Boone!” Her core contracted and her hips bucked in rhythm with his tongue. Whirring kaleidoscopes of color and light carried her off for long moments. The blood rushing to her head intensified the orgasm until she felt weightless, ungrounded.

The touch of his lips on her clit gentled her, eased her back from the perfection of the amazing orgasm. He licked her pussy. “You are honey.” He sucked. “Sweet spicy cream.”

“Haa ahh.” Words wouldn’t form, but a smile curled her lips.

“Is that a good thing?” His voice held a teasing note.

“So, so good, Boone.” Aftershocks rallied through her pussy, climbing her spine to shimmer like fireflies on a dark night. “I’m lifeless.”

He kissed her thighs softly and lowered her to the mattress. His body came down half on top of her, warming her as his lips sought hers in a tender kiss. “You are incredibly sensitive.” He laid his head next to hers, their noses just inches apart.

She could stay like this forever.

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Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon, and in paperback at Amazon and Createspace.

To everyone who celebrates it, have a wonderful Thanksgiving!
Randi “Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
RandiAlexander.com
-Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press and Amazon
-Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords and Amazon and in paperback from Createspace and at Amazon
-Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and Kindle format at Amazon

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