Monthly Archives: April 2013

Wanted: Input from fellow smutters and dirty birds.

So did that subject line catch your attention or what? LOL Well if it did, then mission accomplished. I really do need your input, so here are the details.

As you some of you know, I have the Pleasure Garden Follies trilogy launching this summer with Secret Cravings Publishing, and I hope to share some other news soon, but haven’t been given the thumbs up yet. In the meanwhile, I do have a novel I have planned to finish writing, and another series to begin writing. Now this is where I need you.

I’m in the process of outlining a new project tentatively entitled the Morning After series. These books are going to be hot-to-trot, and probably the most scandalous thing I have ever written to date. Be prepared for office romance, kink–lots of kink, and menage scenarios. One of the things I’m struggling with is the names, and I thought I’d engage my readers by offering you the opportunity to help me come up with some not so ordinary names.

To be clear, I’m in the market for two female and two male names. Got any ideas on what I should call my guys and gals?

To make this fair and perhaps a little more fun, for any of the names I wind up using, I’ll give away a $5 Amazon gift card. That means you have four chances to win. So what do you say, are up for this? I’ll leave this contest open until my next post on May 30th and announce the winners then.

I look forward to reading your suggestions.

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The House that Sugar Built

Life isn’t perfect, but it’s definitely better these days. Quite frankly I really can’t keep up with my schedule this week.

It seems everything wanted to wait until the Spring to get going. That’s all right though. When it’s busy there’s less time to sit around and gather moss.
There are a few things happening this week, one is a new release from Sybarite Seductions on Friday May 3rd. Traffic Stop will makes its debut to the world. It’s a story told from two points of view. I just love the covers for these stories.


On Saturday May 4 at 2 pm in Flint, MI at The Flint Public Library you can come out and meet me at the Book Expo. I’ll have a few books with me and lots of swag. 🙂


And if that’s not enough there’s a book discussion on Sunday May 5. Have you read Street Safe? If not, hop on over to Evernight and purchase the book for 50% off the retail price and read about the House that Sugar Built.


Finally, there will be one more release on May 11 from Sugar and Spice, Forever in Love is just one of those stories that spoke to me and I couldn’t let it go.


I hope you’ll join me for a few of the activities. Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic.

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Voluptuous – Cover Reveal!

I have a cover!! Maybe it’s just me, but I think getting a cover is almost as exciting as getting a contract. Of course, I need the contract before I can get a cover, but seeing the artwork, the title, and yes, my name right there for all to see, makes the whole thing seem more real.

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Here’s the unofficial blurb:

For plus-sized Meredith Larkin, one-night stands are all she expects. After being stood up by her blind date, she hooks up with sexy co-worker Sam Burrows at the local bar. She’s drooled over Sam for months, but getting to know him better in a back booth makes her wish guys like him wanted to stick around with a girl like her.

Sam’s been attracted to Meredith’s lush curves, bright green eyes and throaty laugh since he met her. Sharing drinks, bad date stories and sexy innuendos make him like her even more. But her lousy one-night stands have convinced her she’s not worth a second glance. Spanking and a little bondage just might help convince the voluptuous Meredith that not only can they share adventurous sex and pizza at midnight, but a future together as well.

I’ll share the release date and official blurb as soon as they’re available, but I couldn’t sit on this great cover, designed and created by the talented Syneca. It’s perfect for the story!

Silken Canvas – available now from Samhain
Voluptuous – coming soon from Ellora’s Cave

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Welcome Our Four Newest Members!


The first to join the Smutters this month is Lori King. She’ll be posting on the 8th and 23rd of every month. We’re thrilled to have Lori with us! Here’s her website link.

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The next to join the blog was Kallypso Masters. She’ll post on the 27 each month starting in June. Kallypso is an exciting new addition to our smutty group. Here’s Kallypso’s website link.


Sable Hunter joined us next, and Hell-Yeah! we’re glad to have her with us. She’ll be taking the 31st date to blog. Here’s her website link.

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Last, but not least, we have Lucy Felthouse joining the Smutters. Lucy is a fun and fabulous addition to the group. Here’s her website link.

A huge, 69 Shades welcome to each of you, and we’re all looking forward to getting to know you (and your smutty side) very soon!

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Sexy Inspiration

Hello my lovely smutters! I’m in the middle of a crazy deadline and getting my butt in gear for RT week, so I’m recycling a post that I wrote last year. But I’m offering a contest, so hopefully that redeems me. *puppy dog eyes*

I thought I’d talk a bit today about what inspires me to write a love scene. It’d be easier to list what doesn’t inspire me to write hot sex. For those wondering, my high school algebra teacher and Steve Buscemi top that list. But let’s get back to what does go into creating those sexy times.

For me, it always starts with the characters. If I’ve done my job right, the sexual tension between the hero and heroine should be at the boiling point before the clothes start coming off. I want them to be panting with the desperate need to get  nekkid and busy between the sheets, on the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, the garden shed, the drive through at McDonalds (Would you like that orgasm supersized? Yeah, you know you do.)

So what might be some of the sexual stimuli responsible for getting my hero and heroine hot and bothered?  Sometimes it’s as simple as a touch. A teasing brush of his fingers across the heroine’s nape. Add to that maybe a certain look in his eyes. You know the one. That ‘Baby, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d mow your turf six ways to Sunday’ sparkle in his eye. In case you didn’t know, the potent combination of lawn equipment, power tools and fertilizer fumes does lusty things to the male brain. Call it the perfect trifecta of horniness, if you will. But back to our hero and heroine. By now, she’s experiencing that delicious, shivery anticipation of more skin on skin contact with her hero. She starts imagining the glide of his fingers along more intriguing places than the nape of her neck. Maybe there are more tactile sensations involved as well. The rasp of his beard stubble across her breasts, her stomach…lower…


Yeah, right there—

Attention shoppers, all hanging geranium baskets are currently half off!

Don’t you hate it when the perky sales announcer interrupts just when things are getting good? This of course mimics what my characters frequently go through during their constant dance of seduction. Instead of dirt cheap geraniums, the culprit for nookie blocking might initially be the hero and heroine’s own stubbornness. Or maybe we’ll blame it on the pain-in-the-ass neighbor who always picks the worst time to borrow a cup of sugar.  Just you wait, pain-in-the-ass neighbor. That cup of sugar won’t mean diddly squat in chapter eight when the zombies get you.

But I digress. Back to our poor heroine. It’s safe to assume that her anticipation isn’t the only thing quivering at this point. Thanks to her lusty thoughts and the sexual cues coming from our hero, every nerve ending in her body is primed and ready. Each breath she drags in is saturated with the sultry promise of sex. She can already feel his strong, powerful body over her, inside her, and the wanton ache of needing him is both tormenting and oh so delicious.

There’s only one thought in her mind now.  You know the one. Goes something like this–Honey Buns, if we weren’t standing in the lawn tractor aisle at Home Depot right now, I’d rock your world better than a Toro 12 amp variable speed electric blower.  That’s right. With variable speed. Oooh mama.

Gratuitous shot of inappropriately placed leaf blower

The above scenario is just a brief glimpse into the process that goes into setting the mood for my characters. As you can see, inspiration can strike from unlikely sources, and what might not be immediately perceived as sexy.

So how about you? What are your sexy mood triggers? Leave a comment, and I’ll put you in the running for a $10 eGiftcard from Samhain Publishing. Because we all know nothing says sexy like ebooks. Contest closes on Midnight, Friday, April 26.  And while I have you quivering in anticipation, make sure to also check out the fun and aptly named Name Mr. Hot Stuff! contest that I’m running over on my blog.

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Welcome Guest Blogger Sable Hunter to the Smutters!

I was sharing tidbits of my newest book with my writing partner the other day and I told him the hero of the novel was a sex therapist. Now, this isn’t the same as a sexual surrogate (I shall enjoy explaining that difference in just a moment) but it does deal with helping people cope with intimacy issues of all types and variations. His thought was – “Where do I sign up?” It sure beats the heck out of many other kinds of work that you can think of.

Can you imagine what a sex therapist would hear? One repeating theme would be cock size. So many men feel inadequate. Everyone wants to be bigger. They want to please their woman. They want to fill out their jeans, they want to have something to brag about.

Let me tell you something funny. I have this guy friend back home that has a tremendous ego. And I can’t vouch for sure, but I’m told he is more than adequately endowed, a little over 7 inches, which I think is ample – haha!. But he wanted to be ‘optimum’, so he ordered an ANDRO PENIS EXTENDER, which he showed me. It’s basically a torture device that a man wears that stretches his penis a little bit at a time. He wears it so many hours a day and a little bit longer the next day and extends a little bit more and more and more – -OUCH!!!! He was shooting for an extra half inch! What does the Bible say that we can’t add even one inch to our height – I’m sure penis length was included in that ruling – ha!

As the story goes on – my friend – who is a really good looking man, tried to carry on with his life wearing this Spanish Inquisition Device. He had to wear loose athletic pants because his jeans would not accommodate the – extra ‘hardwear’. But the funniest part was the way he walked. Now you really couldn’t see anything, but he walked around like he had a corncob up his bottom or his legs were chapped. No one else knew what was wrong with him, but I did. And I laughed everytime we were together. I’d say – ‘Is it worth it?’ And he’d laugh and say, “Yes!” and make this gesture to show me how well hung he was going to be.

Well, he suffered through it for several months I’ll have to give him that. And I was hoping that he could make it through the process without causing nerve damage to his manhood – but he finally hung up his Andro penis and just went with what God gave him, which (as I understand- ha!) was ample.
But if a man were truly desperate, I’m sure that the possibility of increasing his penis size would be amazing. There are many things a sex therapist can help a client with – premature ejaculation, erectile dysfunction (I feel so smart and clinical saying these big words) and the inability to reach orgasm which is usually a female problem.

Another facet of sexual therapy is sexual surrogacy and that is an amazing idea to me. To think that a service exists that can allow a person who thinks he has no hope to experience intimacy and sexual pleasure to do so, gives me chills. I’ve tried to put myself in the position of having never touched another for pleasure or been touched. I’ve imagined how a man or woman might feel who has never known sex or feels they might never have the hope of know what it’s like. Polio victims. Paralysis victims. And there are others situations, those that have been through trauma or rape. Regardless it is a service of hope unlike any other.

 photo findingdandimed_zps8ecd4a1e.jpgIn Finding Dandi, Lucas Dane Wagner is a sexual therapist. He is the one who helped Harley in Burning Love. He knows sex. He’s good at sex. He loves sex. But when faced with the one that excites him like no other, he becomes like any other man – hopelessly at her mercy. I enjoyed taking this guy who thought he knew exactly where he was headed and turn him upside down by a curvy little dancer. It should be a wild ride.
Here’s an excerpt

Meet Lucas Dane Wagner

Lucas at Work

“I am here to help you, Lana. There is no reason you can’t enjoy your sex life.” Leaning back in his leather chair, he studied the pretty blonde woman sitting in front of him, folding and refolding the hem of her skirt. She was so nervous; there was no need to be.

“My husband is getting very put out with me. I love his touch, but it’s a vicious circle. The harder I try to please him, the more frustrated I become. He wants me to have an orgasm, and I just can’t. I’m so afraid he’s going to divorce me.” She began to cry.

This was a sad story Lucas had heard too often. Couples would experience one setback, maybe premature ejaculation or a failure to climax. This disappointment would lead to another episode, and soon the expectation to fail would spiral out of control. “Lana, your husband loves you. He told me so. Let’s get him in here, I have some suggestions for you both that I think will help, I promise.”

He pressed the call button for his secretary and asked her to send Gary Peters in to join his wife. In a few seconds the tall, sandy-haired male came in, looking extremely uncomfortable. No matter how advanced or progressive society became, people always hesitated to discuss or confess their sexual short-comings. Especially men. “Sit, please.” He motioned toward the other large wing-back chair in front of his desk.
Lucas loved sex – he craved it. Bringing a woman to orgasm was the crowning joy in his life. His chosen field of work was meant to help other people learn the satisfaction and fulfillment that only sexual intimacy can bring.

“Hi, Honey,” Lana touched her husband’s hand. He smiled back. Lucas smiled, too. He could help these people.

“Okay, I want to set your minds at ease. We can fix this. You two are very fortunate. There is an abundance of love and desire in your relationship, all we have to do is get you to relax and let it happen.”

“We try . . .” Lana began, but Lucas held up his hand.

“This is what I want you to do tonight.” They both looked at him, anxiously. “I want you to have a relaxing dinner and remind yourself why you fell in love. Laugh together, remember your wedding, or the first time you met. Hold hands on the couch. Gary, give your wife a back rub. Treat one another with respect and flirt a little bit.”

“That doesn’t sound too hard, but will it work?” Lana cut her eyes at her husband, as if asking him to back up her concern. Unfortunately, most people wanted him to prescribe a pill for what ailed them instead of admitting that the problem was one that required a change in behavior or attitude.

“I’m not finished,” he assured them. “When you get ready to go to bed, I want you to try this – Gary you sit up in the bed, leaning back against the headboard. Spread your legs and let Lana sit in between them with her back against your front.” He knew the more specific his instructions, the more inclined they would be to follow them.

“What?” Lana flushed pink and put her hands over her warm cheeks.

“It’s okay, Darling,” Gary touched her arm. “We need to try.”

“I know, I’m just embarrassed.”

“Don’t be,” Lucas sympathized. “This is a common problem, and what I’m asking you to do will work. Gary, Lana’s only role during this exercise is to feel pleasure. And your only role is to give pleasure.” He smiled at the young couple. “Of course, Gary is a man, Lana. Giving you pleasure is going to be a bigger turn-on than anything he has ever experienced.”

“God, that sounds good,” Gary groaned and Lana blushed anew.

Lucas continued with his directions. “While Lana is relaxing against you, Gary, what I want you to do, is to begin to touch her. Rub her shoulders and arms. Kiss her neck, put your hands on her breasts and massage them. Take her nipples between your fingers and play with them.”

“Hell,” Gary groaned. Even Lana leaned forward, hanging on his every word.

“Lana, you turn your head and seek his lips. If something feels good, let him know. Whimpers and moans of pleasure, compliments to one another – all of these things will fuel your desire.”

“Sounds like it.” Gary agreed.

“When Lana is unable to be still in your arms, you’ll know she is aroused. Slip your hand between her legs and massage her vulva. Rub her clit around and around – don’t worry about trying to penetrate her, just focus on making her feel wonderful.” He left it there. If it worked like he thought it would, Lana would be brought to orgasm and beg her husband to make love to her.

“We’ll try it now!” Gary stood up and held out his hand. He was anxious to get home, and from the bloom in Lana’s cheeks – she was anxious to join him. Lucas watched them leave, wishing he had someone waiting at home for him. One day, one day he would.

Pushing up from his chair, he went to the window and looked out at the bustling scene. The view from his office was downtown Little Rock. From where he stood, he could see a panorama of the city – the Clinton Presidential Library, the River Market District and the scenic Arkansas River. The whole area was a happening place full of trendy restaurants, museums, art galleries and expensive boutiques. This town had been good to him, but it was almost time to move on. After graduating from Tulane University in New Orleans, he had performed his residency here at the illustrious Anderson Clinic, renowned for its groundbreaking work in psychiatric care and intimacy issues. But his residency was over. It was time for him to make his mark in the world.

Lucas was pleased with his progress. So far, his life was on schedule. He had many people to thank for that, one man in particular – Dr. Fredrich Solomon. Dr. Solomon had been his favorite professor, and soon would be his business associate, hopefully. If the creek didn’t rise and hell didn’t freeze over, everything was on track for him to be offered a partnership. The only thing holding it up was his meeting with the board on Valentine’s Day, just over two weeks away. They were so impressed with him that they were flying in from various parts of the country to interview him here in Little Rock. Not many young doctors were afforded such an honor.

Dr. Solomon had been his mentor and his inspiration. Lucas had tried to live his life based on his wise friend’s words and example. One lecture had really hit home. “Most people are complicated. They war with themselves. Their hearts and minds are torn in two different directions. Some struggle with who they are and who they wish they were. Others battle disappointment in what they have become and who they used to be. Very few people are simple and straight forward. We all harbor natures we have to tame or tendencies we have to control. I am not necessarily speaking of something as radical as a Jekyll/Hyde syndrome; I’m speaking of the ordinary, everyday task of being the master of our fate and the captain of our soul. Only you can decide who you are and what you want to accomplish in this world. Only you can conquer your demons and move forward in the direction you wish to go.”

He had agreed with every word his mentor said, for he was two people. The first Lucas was the dedicated, determined doctor-to-be. His dream was to be a viable, needed part of a community where he could hold his head up and walk among his neighbors, peers and patients knowing that he was someone they could respect and depend upon.

Turning from the window, he walked to the coffeepot, pouring himself a strong cup of rich brew. The second Lucas was more complicated, he was vulnerable. A scene from his childhood raised its ugly head. “Keep your filthy hands off of me,” his mother had screamed at his poor father. “I’ll go where I please, with whom I please. I’ll sleep where I want to and with who I want to, and you and this worrisome brat can like it or lump it.”

Lucas had neither liked it nor lumped it; he had suffered through it and vowed before God in heaven that his life would be different.

Everyone’s past molds their future. Lucas was no different. Returning to his desk, he opened a drawer, and took out a worn picture of himself and his parents. It was not a formal portrait; there had never been money or opportunity for his small family to visit a real photographer. This casual shot had been taken by his grandmother one Christmas. The man and the woman who tried to smile for the camera only managed to look miserable; and he, sitting between them, had known how unhappy they were. Children always knew. In this photo, he had been seven years old.
Lucas threw the image down on his desk. Memories of coming home to an empty house every day came flooding back. There would be nothing to eat in the refrigerator except ketchup and bread, and he’d have to pick up the liquor bottles and dirty dishes off the kitchen table so he’d have a place to eat his meal and do his homework.

He remembered the arguments and the fights his parents had. He remembered the neighbors standing on their porches to listen and watch the spectacle of Della and Wayne Wagner as they hurled insults and accusations at one another. Sometimes their battles would be played out in the front yard. When they had warred with one another, they hadn’t cared who heard or how their child was affected. Sadly, the accusations they threw at one another were true. His mother was blatantly unfaithful to her husband and his father drank himself to death because of it.

She hadn’t even tried to hide her infidelity, strange men would bring her home night after night and several times he and his dad would be called to come pick her up from strip clubs or bars when she would be stranded and drunk, too broke to call a cab home.

Lucas had survived. He had even thrived, but he had made the decision early that his life would be different. Respectability, stability and tradition would define his world. Never would he allow a child of his to wonder when his mother was coming home or have to defend her reputation to his friends or classmates. His family would be cherished and adored. To make that happen, Lucas intended to marry the perfect woman – a woman who would put home and hearth above all else, a woman with high morals, whose greatest ambition in life was to make a haven for him and their children.
“Lucas, your three o’clock is here.” The voice over the intercom was welcome. He enjoyed his job. In a few moments, he was joined by a young man seeking his help for inadequacy issues, and he was determined to give it.

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My hometown will always be New Orleans. I love the culture of Louisiana and it permeates everything I do. Now, I live in the big state of Texas and like most southern women, I love to cook southern food – especially Cajun and Tex-Mex. I also love to research the supernatural, but don’t tell anyone.
I love intimacy and my favorite erogenous zones are my nipples and the nape of my neck. One of my fantasies is to have my beloved rub an orchid lightly over every part of my body. Hope that’s not too much information – although, I do enjoy giving you ideas. . . . .

About my writing – As most of you know, I write erotic romance. I write what I like to read and enjoy putting my fantasies on paper. My stories are emotional reads where the heroine is faced with challenges; like one of my favorite songs – she’s holding out for a hero – and boy, can I deliver a hero. One of the best compliments that I ever received from a reader was that I write ‘luscious sex’ – my aim is to write a story that will make you laugh, cry and sweat. If I can wring those emotions out of a reader, then I have done my job.

So, please join me in my world of magic, alpha heroes, sexy cowboys and hot, steamy, to-die-for sex. Step into the shoes of my heroines and escape to places where dreams can come true and orgasms only come in multiples.

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Getting Dirty….the rest of the story…

Hello fellow Smut lovers! I’m so excited to be here I’ve had to change my panties twice…okay not really…but who wear’s panties nowadays?

Anywho, I’m Lori King, an erotic romance author currently publishing with Siren. I figured for my first “official” blog post as a member of 69 Shades of Smut, I had better give you a little background on who I am, and how I ended up writing smutty romance stories.

A little over a year ago I realized that I hadn’t had time to be ME for nearly a decade. Something about having kids and getting married stopped me from being me, and trust me, the me I was B.C. (Before Children) was wild with a capital W. Prior to kids I was heavily involved in the BDSM lifestyle, and had lived semi-happily in two different poly relationships. Once I got preggers, I decided that I was supposed to be respectable because I was going to be a mom. What a crock of crap that was! I went from married with kids to single mom, to married with more kids over the next several years, and every day I felt like something was missing.

Low and behold it was kink! Okay, so it was also writing, but the kink is the BEST part! I have always been a writer, and I was published the first time when I was fifteen, but exploring my sexuality by writing erotic romance, is something I didn’t have the courage to do back then. I wrote Fire of the Wolf-The Gray Pack 1, in three weeks after dreaming about twin werewolves for a couple of nights. Who would have thought a werewolf menage would be my first submitted manuscript? Believe me, I was shocked as shit when Siren offered me a contract to publish it. That flipped a switch and before I knew it I had jumped with both feet and all of my shades of smut, right into the sexy world of erotic romance. I’ve never been happier, and thankfully my husband and family are supportive.

I’ve since written two more books in the paranormal erotic romance series The Gray Pack: Reflections of the Wolf, and Legacy of the Wolf, and I just released the first book in a new contemporary menage series, Sidney’s Triple Shot-Apache Crossing 1. Sidney’s Triple Shot has flown up the charts at Siren, and is getting fabulous reviews. You can pick up my books from Bookstrand, Amazon, or Barnes & Noble.

I’m very blessed to have traveled the road I have and come out smiling, and I’m looking forward to sharing more with you kinky beautiful people!

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Here’s a little bit more about Sidney’s Triple Shot

TripleShot-MedSidney Rowe has been abused in ways that most people can’t even imagine.  After a horrific miscarriage, she left behind everything she had, to escape her ex-boyfriend.  She finds refuge in the kindness of the three Dawson brothers. They give her a job and a sense of security in the small town of Apache Crossing. 

Xavier, Tyce, and Noah Dawson, have built their bar, Triple Shot, into a profitable enterprise.  The three former Marines, have also built a reputation for integrity in the community, but their sex appeal and charm are legendary. They enjoy their playboy status…that is until a jumpy, skittish Sidney stumbles into their lives needing their help.

Sexual tension explodes when the brothers decide they want to protect and share Sidney, but to have her they have to stop her ex from haunting her. Can they keep her safe, and win her damaged heart?


Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Noah and Tyce stripping out of their clothes as she tugged Xavier’s zipper down, exposing his hard length to her hot hands. She shoved his pants down his thighs and then wrapped her hand around him. She smiled again when her fingers didn’t quite close around his girth, and her pussy grew wetter. Sticking her tongue out, she gently licked the pre-cum off of the tip of his cock.

“Don’t tease me, Sidney,” Xavier grumbled, and she opened her lips and sucked his length down until it was teasing her tonsils. “Oh fuck, yes, that’s good, baby.”

Waves of satisfaction rolled over her at every grunt and moan of pleasure that escaped his voice box, and she doubled her efforts. Reaching her hand underneath him to cup his heavy balls, she began a sensual, circular motion with her fingers.

While she was alternately tugging and massaging at his balls, he roughly gripped her hair and began thrusting into her mouth at his own pace. She moaned around her mouthful of cock and felt his balls tighten in her hand.

“Swallow it, baby,” he directed, just before his whole body shuddered as cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed quickly, trying not to lose a drop, and after a few moments his hand gripped her chin to pull her away from him oversensitive cock. He tipped her head back to look down at her, and she smiled at the heavy-lidded look of a sated man.

“Your mouth is incredible,” he murmured as he bent to kiss her tingling lips. She was surprised by the kiss, knowing he must taste himself on her tongue, but she realized that even that was a turn on. When he finally broke their lip-lock and stepped away from her, she was breathing hard again, and she could feel the flush of lust on her face and throat.

“Strip now,” Xavier said in a low voice that stroked her desire even higher. She dropped her eyes from his as she tugged the beautiful navy-blue dress over her head. Noah snatched it from her hands before tossing it in the general direction of the kitchen and dropping to his knees where Xavier had been standing.

A blink later she was completely nude except for her strappy high-heeled sandals. She felt decadent and utterly sexual in the presence of three large, nude men, and she pushed away all of her normally self-conscious thoughts.

Tyce moved closer to her side and reached out with one hand to tweak her nipple. She reacted by moaning and arching into his hand, so he did it again, only harder. “Do you like that, love?” he whispered to her, but her panting gave the answer away for her.

Noah’s hands were forcing her knees apart, and his long, masculine fingers were gently stroking their way closer and closer to her cleft as Tyce dropped his head to suck her nipple into his mouth. She cried out at the ripples of ecstasy that rolled over her as Noah nipped at the soft skin of her inner thigh and danced his fingers over her dripping slit. Tyce’s teeth and tongue worked magic on her sensitive nipples, and before she could register what was happening, Sidney climaxed spectacularly.

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Noah knelt between Sidney’s legs with his eyes fastened on the soft, pink folds of her femininity. He watched the muscles clench as her orgasm rocked through her and saw the gush of cream that came with it. Thinking to himself that it would be a crime to waste that sweet-tasting juice, he ran the tip of his tongue over her, causing her to scream out as another smaller orgasm exploded over her.

He glanced over at Xavier, who sat in a chair, completely nude and entirely focused on the beautiful Sidney. By the rapturous look on his brother’s face, Noah could only hazard a guess that Xavier was as smitten by Sidney as he was.

Whether she knew it or not yet, she trusted them with her body and soul. There was no reason for it, other than fate, because they hadn’t known each other long enough for them to have truly earned her trust. His heart was swollen with pride and love for the beautiful woman, and all he could think about was claiming her for his own permanently.

He watched as Tyce tugged at her body until she moved where he wanted her. Now she rested on her knees with her chest on the seat of the couch, and her beautiful, curvy ass high in the air. Reaching one hand across her back to stroke over the soft white skin of her rear, he couldn’t resist giving her a little tap. She squealed, and Noah could feel his face break out in a grin to match Tyce’s.

“Again,” Xavier commanded from behind them, and this time Noah smacked the other ass cheek.

“Yes!” Sidney moaned into the couch cushion and wiggled her butt back and forth.

“Hold still, love, or you won’t get what you want,” Tyce said, and then he bent over her back to kiss her spine, soothing away the roughness of his words.

Noah continued to let his hands drift over Sidney’s body as Tyce gently began stroking her asshole with the tip of his finger. The whole time Sidney’s body trembled under their touch, but she managed to hold fairly still. With a wink at Noah, Tyce dropped behind her, and from the angle of his head, Noah knew he was licking her from front to back. She gasped, and her breath came out in a choking sound when Tyce’s licks centered on her ass, and when he finally raised his head, Noah could see he had penetrated her ass with two fingers.

I’ll sign off, as I do every post I write for my personal blog: don’t forget to Live, Laugh, and Love like today is your only chance!



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When Her Movie Action Hero Crush Offers to Double Her Sexual Fantasy with His Cowboy Brother, She Submits to Their Potent Seduction. New Release: Erotic Menage Romance

I’ve got a hot excerpt for you today, Smutters! I’ve read plenty of menage romances, and I’ve gotten that warm fuzzy feeling from most of them. But for some reason, when it’s brothers, and they have done this before, and they have certain moves that they use…wow, that gets me twice as warm, and itchy instead of fuzzy.

And when the brothers talk sexy about her – when she’s right there – that’s so sensual. You’ll read my favorite guy talk in the excerpt, but I’d love to know yours. What is it that a man (or men) can say that really gets you juiced up and twitchy?

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Book Blurb: At a comic book convention, artist Megan Shore is thrilled to meet action movie hunk Garret McGatlin. Usually reclusive, Megan flirts with the leading man of her sexual fantasies. He invites her to his suite for a drink, but when she arrives, his rancher brother Trey opens the door and unleashes Megan’s cowboy fantasy. Both men pour on the charm, and she can’t decide which of them she desires more.

The McGatlin brothers have shared women, but none of them were like Megan, irresistible and perfect for both of them. Working together, they execute a potent seduction. During a hot, amazing week, the three-way relationship becomes emotionally charged. When they’re thrown into the media spotlight, Megan fears the exposure will trigger a past threat. Garrett and Trey need to prove they can keep Megan safe as well as happy and satisfied in their arms.

Excerpt: Trey’s tongue traced the outline of her lips, then snuck inside her mouth, twisting with hers, drawing it into his mouth as he tickled the underside of her tongue.

Megan moaned and her hips made tiny little circles. Her hand slid past her hip and touched Garret’s hard cock.

A groan rolled from him as he guided her hand around his staff. “Baby,” he murmured hot in her ear. “You wanna taste something really good?”

In the middle of her kiss, she smiled, and felt Trey’s answering smile against her lips. “My brother likes a good sucking.”

“Mmm. And what do you like, cowboy?” She sucked at his full lower lip.

In answer, Trey cupped her mound, rubbing gently.

The motion on her tender clit shot a round of quivers up her spine.

“Goddamn. You’re wet.” Trey’s fingers grazed her pussy lips then one slid into her slit. “I need to be inside you, Megan.”

Her core shuddered around his finger. “Yes, I want you, hard and fast.”

“Hm.” He pulled his gorgeous face back from her and grinned. “It’ll be hard, it’ll be wild, but it’s gonna be a long, hot fuck, sweetheart.”

Her mouth watered as her cunt heated until she felt her cream dripping onto his fingers, down until it wet her anal opening.

“Turn over,” Trey commanded. “On Garret.”

She obeyed, loving how he directed the action so she didn’t have to think. Nearly impossible with the way her brain floated light and woozy. On top of Garret’s hard, muscled chest, her breasts swelled and heated, her nipples pebbling. His shaft bore into the flesh of her hip, rigid and fiery hot.

Garret’s hand cupped her ass cheek then slid up her hip, along her ribs to her shoulder where he pressed downward, communicating her next move—his need for her mouth on his cock.

She kissed Garret’s chin, then crawled down his body, nipping at his flesh, sucking his nipples. Trey lay next to them, watching her every movement.

Garret pulled her hair back away from her face and met her gaze, watching as she licked a curving path along his abs and over his hips. His shaft left a hot trail of pre-cum on her stomach and between her breasts. When she reached it, she paused and slowly wet her lips where the lightly salty, spicy taste of his flesh lingered.

“Fuck. Me.” Garret’s body hummed with tension.

Taking Garret’s cock in her hand, she lapped at the head, capturing the salty natural lubricant. He dropped his hand onto the bed, dropped his head back, and grunted.

A good sign. Tickling the underside of his head with the tip of her tongue, she looked toward Trey. He stared, his eyes heavy lidded, his pupils dilated, his teeth clenched. He touched his middle finger to the spot on his cock that Megan was licking on Garret’s.

She pointed her tongue and drew a line down to the bottom of Garret’s shaft, where the big vein ran, purple and pulsing. Trey used his finger to do the same to himself.

God, that was hot.


Have a warm and fuzzy day!
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
-Double Her Fantasy is available in digital format at Amazon (available exclusively at Amazon until August 2, 2013)
-Free Read! A Gentleman and a Cowboy is available at Amazon, Smashwords, All Romance Ebooks, Diesel Ebook Store, Barnes and Noble
-Cowboy Jackpot: St. Patrick’s Day is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon, and Barnes & Noble.
-Cowboy Jackpot: Valentine’s Day is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
-Cowboy Jackpot: Christmas is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble and in paperback at Createspace, Amazon and Barnes & Noble.
-Turn Up the Heat, Chase and Seduction, and Her Cowboy Stud are available at The Wild Rose Press, Amazon and Barnes & Noble
-Cowboy Bad Boys is available in digital format at Smashwords, Amazon and Barnes & Noble in paperback from Createspace and Amazon
-Cowboy Lust is available in paperback and digital format at Amazon and Barnes & Noble

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“Built Em-Tough”–Tough Guys with Em Petrova

Every romance reader wants a man who acts like a real man. No heroine or reader wants a wimp—a simpering man asking permission. We just want him to take, but in a nice way, while delivering a bad-boy, toe-curling smile. Right?

What if he broke his hand and shed a tear over it? Hells to the no! We want our male leads to be tough. I mean, they don’t have to grin with a Buick parked on their chests, but they need to talk the talk and walk the walk.

Cowboys and country boys fit this tough guy image pretty well. Ever see a farmer who is a weakling? A cowboy who can’t wrangle his cattle? A logger who fails to make a tree fall at his command?

These men live in my fantasies, which is why I write them. I also write what I know. Men in my life chop wood. They don’t hire anything done—from fixing sinks to grading their driveways. Also, a tough guy isn’t going to lie on his back in bed and let his gal do all of the work.

Nosirreeeee! (PSST–I have an upcoming release in my Rough Boys Series from Ellora’s Cave–hot loggers, anyone?)

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In my latest release HARD RIDIN’, Jens and Holden take control of any situation, especially when it comes to their ranch and to their girl Laurel. And yes, even when they are wearing their hearts on their western shirt sleeves. Read on for an excerpt from HARD RIDIN’.

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Jens swung the hammer with all his might, driving the nail into the loose barn board. Frustration mounted in him. Laurel had been gone for hours. He burned to drive up to her place, but was terrified he’d find the house empty and a “Dear Jens” note on the kitchen counter.

Except there would be a “Dear Holden” note too.

“Fuck.” His muttered curse sent the free-range chicken near him skittering off. The head of his hammer drove into the nail again, and the spike buried into the wood sunk a fraction deeper than the surface.

Maybe Jens had been all wrong to suggest Laurel be with them both. Would she hate him for it? If he couldn’t even claim her as a friend anymore…

The hum of an engine made him jerk. He yanked his head out of the barn and peered toward the direction of the sound.

His heart in his throat, he glimpsed Laurel’s ATV chugging around the bend in the driveway. The hammer fell from his lax fingers and it struck the top of his boot. Pain ricocheted up his shin.

“Damn!” He hopped out into the open, ready to intercept her and beg her forgiveness. Ten apologies tumbled through his head. Stupid, never listen to a smitten cowboy, don’t blame you for walking out, go ahead and smack my face.

The cattle gate slammed shut and Holden appeared too. Across the yard, Jens met his gaze. Ire mixed with a sinking sensation. Here was where one of them knew victory or both lost. Because Jens was certain Laurel wasn’t going to jump at his suggestion.

He tightened his hands into fists and went out to meet her as she drew to a stop. She cut the engine and climbed off. He tugged off her helmet and hung it on the handlebars. “Thank you,” she said without looking at him.

Holden came forward too, and suddenly a solidarity rose up between him and Jens. They were fighting on the same side at the moment—fighting to keep her here and for a chance.

Laurel drifted away from them. The lines of her back were rigid, and her loose hair fell forward to conceal her face. Jens swallowed hard against the lump that formed in his throat. Two months together wasn’t long, but in his book, it was a commitment. He’d never wanted anyone this way, and judging by Holden’s pained expression, he hadn’t either.

It’s over.

Jens and Holden exchanged a look.

Finally Laurel faced them. She looked from Jens to Holden, her face shivering with some emotion Jens couldn’t understand.

“I’ve been thinking.”

Holden shifted from boot to boot.

“And… I’m not ready to give up either of you. I don’t want to stop seeing you, Jens. And Holden and I have had something from the start.”

Those words, “Holden and I have had something from the start” ripped through Jens and speared him with jealousy. Holden had her first and for longer. Did that mean he knew her better?

Jens sucked in a shaky breath. The cool air steadied him. “Yeah?”

Her gaze flashed to his, caught and held. In the depths of her dark eyes, he saw a secret glint that sparked just for him.

Heart thudding, he took a step toward her. As if mirroring Jens’s actions, Holden did the same. Not to be shown up? Or were they truly so alike?

Laurel looked down at her twisting hands. “Yeah, I’ve decided to…take you up on your offer. If you’re still willing.”

A stupid grin broke over Jens’s face. Relief flowed to his fingertips and numbed them. I’m more than willing.”

She returned his smile and that spark between them increased.

Clearing his throat, Holden gained her attention. “I can’t say I’m not relieved, Laurel.”

Nodding, she fixed him in her gaze and something passed between them too—a passionate flare that caused Jens to look away or be blinded.

“So now what?” Her whole body seemed to yearn for them. She leaned forward on her cowgirl boots, and her curves strained against her clothes.

Jens mentally tossed her into the nearby hay pile and stripped off everything she wore but her boots.

Thank for reading!

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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So excited to announce I’ve got a new release out with Blushing Books called THE GIRL WHO CRIED WOLF!  It actually came out years ago and has been out of print for a while, so I’ve reworked it. This version is totally different – and I think better – than the original. I’m excited about it! Hope you will be, too!

Happy Reading!

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Kat Sinclair is in love with Detective Reese Huntley. The only problem is that his partner is her extremely overprotective brother. And her brother has a stupid rule about her not dating cops. What her brother doesn’t know is that she and Reese have been secretly going out for months. Or at least they had been until Reese decides he can’t keep seeing her because it violates some ridiculous bro code.

Kat isn’t the type to give up easily, however, and comes up with a plan to change his mind. But her scheme to make him believe there’s a psycho after her backfires when Reese sees though her ploy and puts her over his knee for a sound spanking. That doesn’t deter Kat. She’s going to stick to her plan until she gets her man. She doesn’t care how many times or how hard he spanks her.

When it turns out that her life really is in danger, will Reese believe her? Or will he think she’s just crying wolf again?



Kat kept her legs wrapped around him long after her orgasm had subsided. She loved the feel of him inside of her and didn’t want to let him go just yet. But they couldn’t stay locked like that all night or they’d both be stiff come morning. So, when Reese kissed her and rolled over onto his back, she willingly curled up in his arms.

“Mmm. Maybe I should call and tell you someone followed me home more often.”

Beside her, Reese stiffened, the hand he’d been rubbing up and down her arm going still. “Wait a minute. What?”

Uh-oh.“N-nothing. I just meant that I knew you’d come if you thought I needed you.”

She cringed inwardly. Crap. That hadn’t come out any better.

Reese swore under his breath. “I can’t believe I fell for this.”

Kat pushed herself up on her elbow, which was a mistake. All it did was give Reese room to kick free of the blanket and get to his feet.

“Fell for what?” she asked.

“You know damn well what.” He glared at her as he pulled on his jeans, then reached for his shirt. “No one followed you home. You made that whole thing up.”

Kat’s stomach tightened into a knot as he snatched his gun holster from the floor and shrugged into it. Everything had been so perfect. Why did she have to open her big mouth and screw it up?

“I didn’t make up anything,” she insisted. “Someone was outside the door.”

That part was true, at least. But Reese wasn’t buying it. He picked up his jacket and stormed out of the bedroom.

Double crap.

Somehow Kat scrambled out of bed without getting tangled up in the blanket and falling on her face. She threw on her robe, trying the belt as she hurried after him.

“Reese, wait! I didn’t make anything up. Why would I do something like that?”

He spun around to face her, his dark eyes glinting. “Oh, I don’t know. Maybe to trick me into coming over here so you could get me into bed.”

Kat felt her face turn red. “Do you even know how stupid that sounds?”

“Actually, it sounds pretty damn clever to me. But then you always did know how to get me to do whatever you wanted.”

She almost laughed. If that were true, she wouldn’t have to resort to this kind of underhanded crap to get him to see reason. “Now, you’re just being a jerk, and I’m not going to stand here and defend myself to you. Next time some strange guy follows me home, I’ll go ahead and invite him in.”

“Don’t be stupid.”

She folded her arms. “First I’m clever, and now I’m stupid. Which is it, Reese? Because if I really had the ability to make you do whatever I wanted, I’d make you see you’re the one who’s being stupid. Regardless of what you say, you want me just as much as I want you—the bed-shaking sex we had in there proves that—and if calling you every time I think someone follows me home is what it’s going to take to get you to admit it, that’s what I’ll do.”

The muscle in his jaw flexed. “No, you won’t, because I’m going to make damn sure you don’t.”

Before Kat could even ask what he meant, Reese grabbed her arm and marched her over to the couch. But instead of plunking her down on one of the cushions and lecturing her like she thought he would, he sat down and gave her arm a tug that sent her tumbling over his knee. She immediately tried to push herself up, but a firm hand shoved her back down.

“Reese, what…”

The rest of what she’d been going to say ended in a gasp as his hand come down hard on her upturned ass. Her eyes went wide. What the hell? Was he actually spanking her? He smacked her again, harder this time. He was spanking her!


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