Monthly Archives: May 2013

FANTASIZE! by Sable Hunter aka Resident Problem Child

One of my favorite times of the day is the first thirty minutes after I lie down in the bed. Sometimes I can extend it past a half hour, but if I get still, I tend to get sleepy. But those first few minutes when I lay down is my most productive time of the day. Fantasy time. My books emerge from this time, and my sex scenes are born here. And so are my orgasms! I love to fantasize. If you have read my books, you know what my fantasies are. You might not know who I’m fantasizing about. . . . but, that’s okay, I have to have some secrets. We authors put ourselves out for public examination.
Speaking for myself, reading my work is like taking a glimpse into my soul.

Let me share some of my favorite fantasies with you:

I love to be at home. And having someone here with me to share my days and my work is one of my dearest dreams. I picture a scene where we have just had supper and I’ve cleaned the dishes and he is lying on the couch watching football or a movie. When I’m through, he sits up, pats the couch and invites me to sit close. He then puts his head in my lap so I can rub his hair and his shoulder while he rests. But that’s not where it stops. Cause if he is that close, I’m going to want more. While I give him a little neck and shoulder massage, I will unbutton my shirt. And because I don’t wear underwear, things are a little easier to access. I’ve been stealing kisses on the side of his face and letting my hand wander a little farther down his back, priming him and awakening a hunger.

In my dream, he realizes there is something better going on that what’s on TV. He rolls over to face me and opens my shirt and begins to kiss my breasts. Now, I’ll admit this – straight up. I love to be touched, kissed, rubbed, played with. My breasts are so sensitive. I can cum just from this and I have many times. But one of the greatest joys, and my fantasy is – looking down and watching him suck. I want to watch his face as he take pleasure with me. I want him to open his mouth wide and suck hard. The noises of pleasure he makes, the grunts, the groans – the way he kneads my other breast as he sucks, that is the stuff that multiple orgasms are made of.

And that’s not all that’s going on – oh, no, I’ve let my hand wander and that belt buckle is loose, the zipper has been tugged down and I have found something to play with. I love to get my hands in his pants and find that he’s rock hard and weeping. I love to mold him and rub him. I want to pump him and caress him. Rubbing my thumb over the tip and finding that dewy pearl of pre-cum is a luscious moment. And the more he sucks on me, the more pleasure I’ll give him. Pumping and fisting – up and down – circular motions, a small pause so I can pay a little attention to his balls.

By this time, we’re both past excited. I’m unable to be still. My hips move back and forth in place, and I keep working my pussy, in a wishful-milking-motion. (which is what I’m doing while I fantasize – the movements are like kegel exercises but with inspiration) I can just imagine how he looks (yes, I have someone specific in mind while I fantasize) sucking at my breast, his hips lifting up as he begs for more and more. Sigh. A few minutes of that fantasy and I’m sparkling all over the place.

Oh, my goodness!

This is one of my ultimate fantasies – I call it the warm up – I wrote it into Finding Dandi. Lucas Dane is a sex therapist and here I have him helping a couple get past their hangups.

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Look at this:

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.

Oh, I have other fantasies that I mull over. Being the filling in a cowboy sandwich, up against the wall, and on and on. Fantasizing is healthy. And it sure is an important part of my job. Speaking of jobs – being a romance writer is just about the best career one could ever hope for. I get to dream and create worlds and fantasize and meet wonderful people who enjoy the same things I do.

Here’s a another bit from FINDING DANDI. And here’s the link –

If you will comment, and tell me what your fantasy is we can just giggle with each other and I’ll give away two copies of this book to a random commenter.

I hope you enjoy it.

“I don’t like this; I don’t like it at all.” Dandi had no more than stepped out of the crocodile enclosure than he had nabbed her.

“What? I had to put the baby back,” she had been introducing a group of fifth graders to their newest edition to the Gharial family. The endangered species was one Beau was breeding for preserves around the world. “Indy had the parents distracted with some chicken carcasses.”

Lucas fumed; his whole body seemed to be expanding with each breath. “How do you think I feel watching you risk life and limb over and over? You are my soft, precious woman and I’d much rather you were at home planning parties or baking cookies where it’s safe.”

He did not just say that?!? Dandi wheeled on him and got right in his face. She glanced around to make sure no one noticed, but she could not let this pass. “I have a job. I’m good at my job. I do not take risks. I’m not the society type, and if that’s what you’re looking for, then you might as well look elsewhere.”

To hell with that, “I don’t have to look elsewhere. You’re exactly what I need.”

Dandi snorted. “I wouldn’t believe that unless I read it on the front pages of the Times Picayune.”

“One of these days, you just might.” Lucas wasn’t mad, but he was frustrated. What did he have to do to convince her? She acted like part of her remembered the past. Maybe what they went through was so traumatic to her that it had bruised her soul.

Dandi wasn’t through. “I appreciate your concern, but if you think you’re going to keep me at home barefoot and pregnant, then you are in for a surprise!”

The fire in her eyes didn’t make him angry, it just turned him on. Yea, he was overreacting, but he couldn’t help it. So far today, he had watched her handle a python about the same size as she was. He had watched her climb on the back of an alligator and hold its snout down while Rick had taped its mouth and now, she had ventured into the enclosure with a pair of man-eating crocodiles who looked big enough to swallow a small car. What she said did give him hope, however. “Barefoot and pregnant? Does that mean you’re considering moving in with me?”

Realizing what she had assumed, she blushed. “I don’t recall being asked, and I’m not sure what my answer would be if I were,” she pushed on his big mountain of a body. But he didn’t budge.

“You have an open invitation. What did you think I meant when I told you I had created my world for you? I picked that house out for you. I chose the colors of the carpet and the walls and the furniture based on what you had told me you preferred. I changed my will to make you and Lucy beneficiaries. I have lived the life of a damn monk in the hope that I would find you again. Do you know I haven’t had sex since the last time I slept with you?”

Dandi was floored. “I had no idea.” How do you respond to something like that? He had prepared a home for her? She knew he had put Lucy in his will, but he had included her also? But both of those things together weren’t as surprising as the fact he had not made love with anyone – he was waiting for her. She gave the only response she could. She threw herself in his arms and wrapped herself so tightly around him he couldn’t breathe. “You don’t have to wait any longer. I’m ready. Love me.”


Lucas twirled her around. “It’s about damn time,” he snarled, playfully. “I do love you, and I’d be more than happy to illustrate that concept when we can sneak away to somewhere private.”

“I’m through for the day; let’s go to the tree house.” She grabbed his hand and started pulling.
“You don’t have to work so hard, I’m very willing,” he laughed, picking up his pace to keep up with her.

“Sorry, I’m nervous, but you’ll help me.”

Her confidence touched him. “Help you? Baby, I’d turn the world upside down for you.” Beau’s wildlife compound was filled with people, and she wound in between them, leading him just like she had through the crowd at Tonga. That seemed like a lifetime ago, and their circumstances had completely changed. Yet Lucas knew this was meant to be – there wasn’t a shadow of doubt in his mind. Their destinies were intertwined. When he considered the way they met – the way she came back into his life – none of it was by chance. Someone, somewhere was looking out for them.

He paid no attention to the scenery, the calls of the wild birds did not draw his gaze, when an acquaintance called his name he did not even acknowledge them. His entire being was zeroed in on this small woman who not only led him by the hand, but also with an invisible string she had tied around his heart.

They left the compound proper and started down a narrow path toward the bayou. He wondered if they were headed the right way, until he saw the house peeping through the trees. “Christ!” LeBlanc had built an amazing structure. It seemed to be a natural part of the landscape. The house looked like it had taken root and grown in the bayou. Made of cypress, it was constructed high on stilts, hugging the massive trees with decks and stairways and docks that meandered around the trees and down to the water. “I can’t wait to see the inside. Especially the bed.”

“We’re using the guestroom; it’s where I stay when I come over. I think it’s better than the master bedroom.”

“Does Beau have any resident reptiles that I need to know about?”

“No, it’s safe, but you don’t have to worry. I’ll protect you,” she teased. He swatted her playfully on the butt, and thanked God for all one hundred ten pounds of her. They walked up the stairs and onto the front gallery, she unlocked the door but they didn’t go in. Instead they stood for a few moments and took in the bayou, the dark green waters that moved lazily by. Cranes swooped in and fish jumped. The view was out of this world. “There’s nothing more beautiful than the swamp. Some people are afraid of it, but I find it to be a sanctuary.”

Lucas drew her back against him. “I want to be your sanctuary. Make love with me.” He picked her up and she directed him to their hideaway. Dandi’s room was something out of a fantasy. “Did you design this?”

“Yes, I stayed here with Beau when I first came back, before he built my little apartment.” A queen size canopy bed stood in the center of a room done all in white. It looked to be constructed of mahogany and was covered with silken drapes that created a private haven for them. “I’m scared,” she confessed, cupping the side of his dear face. “I’m going to disappoint you.”

“Let me tell you something,” he placed her on the bed and sat down beside her, pushing her hair over her shoulders, caressing the skin of her neck. “We’ve had this conversation before, but I will tell you again. Your pleasure is my responsibility and when you receive pleasure, so do I. So, all I ask is that you place yourself in my hands and let me love on you.”

Her answer was to unbutton her shirt. “This feels like my first time.”

“It will be better than our first time, I promise you.” Slowly, he began to undress her, skimming her jeans down her curvaceous legs. Nothing would do but that he had to stop and pay homage to the silken skin on the back of her knees. He held her leg up and kissed the curve of her calf and licked the tiny beauty mark next to her knee. “I’ve missed you, so.” His body was throbbing; it had been so damn long.

“I think I’ve missed you, too. Sometimes in the night, I would reach out for someone – I didn’t know who, but I was always disappointed that you weren’t there.”

“Sit up; let me get this shirt off.” He peeled away the layers, unfastening her bra. Hot Damn! “You’re bigger.” He feasted his eyes on her delectable tits. “Did you breast-feed?” The reality of what he had missed hit him.

Dandi tried to cover herself with her hands, but he was right, she was bigger. “Yes, I have stretch marks.”

“I don’t care, you’re perfect.” He pushed her hands away, “I want to see all of you. Any evidence that you have borne my child would be precious to me.” The tight peaks of her nipples made his mouth water.

As he eased down next to her, she cuddled into him. God, he smelled good – all woodsy and male. She splayed her fingers across his chest, letting her fingertips dance over the hard planes and the smattering of soft hair around his nipples. “You are so sexy.”

“Ha!” he laughed, “I’m glad you think so.”

Dandi felt emboldened. “You are,” she laid her head on his chest, loving the steady beating of his heart. Could this man belong to her? The thought made her shiver, and when she did, he cradled her closer. Wanting to touch him, she let her fingers dance over his abdomen as she draped one of her thighs over his, showing him, without words, her willingness to be vulnerable to him.

“Do you know what you’re doing to me?” His voice had dropped an octave, husky with emotion and need.

Looking up at him with a twinkle in her eye, she admitted. “Not really, I’m sorta winging it.”

“I am yours, I always have been.” The look in his face, the love in his voice – it was her undoing. He caressed her arm, seeming to wait for some type of a signal from her.

“It seems impossible,” but she wanted it to be true. Her body quivered, waiting for his touch. Her clit pulsed and cream began to gather in her throbbing pussy as her body made itself ready for him. Years had come and gone since she had known his touch, but now her whole being clamored to be possessed by his – to remember.

“We’ll go slow, and you can tell me when something feels good.” Dandi held on to his shoulders as he kissed her collarbone. Butterflies fluttered in her stomach as his tongue traced the underside of her breast. “Velvet, you are soft as velvet,” he whispered sweet words that made her quiver. When his warm mouth enclosed her nipple and began to suck, she whimpered a moan of gratitude. She pushed the curtain of blonde hair back from his face so she could watch him suckle hungrily at her flesh. Seeing the ecstasy on his face was almost as erotic as the pleasure he was giving her.

Dandi caressed his head, working her fingers through his hair as he made his tantalizing journey from one nipple to the next. “This feels amazing,” her whole body was in tune with every pull of his lips, her pussy was opening and closing, her hips were dipping into the mattress as she simulated the movements they would make if he were making love to her. Lucas plumped her breasts, pushing them together, molding them, rubbing one nipple as he sucked the other. She tried to isolate each gift he gave her – the deep draws, the nips, swirling his tongue round and around her areola – all of it was so good it made her body weep. She was more than ready to be taken.

As his lips left her breasts to feather their way up to her collarbone, he talked to her. His words were as satisfying as his loving. “You’ll never know how much I’ve longed for you. I don’t regret one day I’ve waited for you; there is no one in this world that I love as much as you. If I had to wait an eternity for you, it would have been worth it.” It began to dawn on Dandi exactly what their relationship was – it was serious. Lucas wasn’t playing with her, he was devoted to her.

“Lucas, I didn’t realize. I didn’t understand.” She would have continued her explanation, but what he was doing didn’t allow for something so mundane as thinking. He settled between her thighs and began slide his lips down from her breasts, past her belly button, and Dandi began to pant as she saw where he was headed. Her whole body seemed to sing with anticipation.

“Do you want this? Do you want me to kiss your pussy?” His hand caressed her body, wandering from her waist to her breast – playing with her nipple as he licked and nipped on her lower abdomen – just hinting at the joy to come.

“Yes, I want it – I want you.” She lifted her hips, trying to get him to move faster, but he took his time, licking the top of her thigh – staying just inches away from where she needed him most. Dandi was panting, her clit was throbbing and she was afraid she might cum before she ever got to feel the heaven of him kissing her pussy. “Lucas, please!”

One lick – one touch – one lap – that was all it would take and she would explode in a firestorm of bliss. “Watch me, Dandi. Watch me love you. Look into my eyes, let me see everything you’re feeling.” Soft kisses, tiny licks – he teased her, staying just above her wet slit. His warm breath provided a little relief, but not enough. She shuddered, she writhed, she strained to open as wide for him as possible. His fingers gently soothed over her mons, appreciating the bare flesh she had prepared for him in hopes he would do exactly what he was doing.

At last. Lucas took his fingers and opened her up, as if for his delectation. He groaned. “You are so beautiful, so soft and pink. I love that you’re swollen and wet. That means you want me. Don’t you?”

“Yes, damn you!” She ran her fingers through his hair, which hung like a silken curtain across her thighs.
He smiled; he had her right where he wanted her – on the edge. Pushing one finger into her tender little hole, he gloried when she bucked off the bed. Splaying his hand over her middle, he held her down and gave her what they both needed. Lucas began to kiss and lick, pressing his tongue inside of her, mimicking the movements his cock was demanding. Sliding upward, he tickled her clit, tonguing the little nubbin until Dandi was thrashing her head, the tension in her body rising to a crisis level. Cream began to flow from her body and he lapped it up. She sobbed and begged, “Lucas, my God, please, please!”

With all the skill he possessed, he ate at her pussy, sucking her clit, worshiping her in the most intimate way a man can. Dandi wailed as her climax came, she arched her back almost double, but Lucas held her down and continued to lave and suck, ensuring that she rode the crest of ecstasy just as long as possible. When it was over, he kissed her tenderly all along the crease of her thighs, all along the faint mark of her C-section, bringing her down until she was a sated and soft armful for him to hold.

He moved up and lay down beside her, stroking her waist and pressing soft kisses on her face. “Does any of that bring back memories?”

She wished she could tell him that it did, but she couldn’t. Instead, she offered him something better. “You’re making me love you. I tried to hold out because I wanted to recall the old feelings, but I don’t have to, what I feel now is just as powerful and just as good.”

“I agree,” he collared her neck; she knew he could feel her heartbeat under his palm.

When he kissed her deeply, Dandi could taste herself on his lips and tongue and excitement began to build again. Feeling between them, she stroked his hot, huge cock through his pants. “Can I see you, now?”

“Yes, but I have to be honest. If I don’t get inside of you soon, it’ll all be over with.” Lucas was desperate to cum inside of her. He had been waiting too long. Quickly, he shed his pants and underwear and lay back for her to look her fill.

Dandi sat up and stared at him in wonder. With a gentle tentative touch, she grazed his steel-hard shaft with her fingers, even skating down to cup and weigh his balls. When he shut his eyes and moaned, she smiled. His response to her made her feel powerful. That she could cause this magnificent man to shudder was a dream come true. “You are impressive,” she admitted as she stroked him, passing her thumb over the leaking tip end. “I know this all fits inside of me, but I don’t see how.”

“I’ll be glad to show you.” Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, he pulled her down and drank from her lips, working her breast in his palm.
Dandi was ready; she wanted to know what it was like to take him inside of her body. She wrapped her arm around his shoulder and hooked a leg over his waist, trying to rub her pussy on his cock.

“Are you still on the pill?”

“Just got back on it last week.”

He snorted. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“You do that. It is.”

“So, I don’t have to wear a condom?”

“No, no, I want to feel you – all of you.”

“Damn, yes,” he rose over her and she ate him up with her eyes, he was larger than life and all hers. Hooking her knees over his arms, he opened her up and pulled her to him. Dandi was trembling with need, she couldn’t take her eyes off his face and the love she could see shining in his eyes was the icing on the cake for her. When she felt the head of his cock probe at the gate of her pussy, she lifted her ass and tried to impale herself.
“Easy, baby, easy,” Lucas had to maintain control; he was just too near to exploding. Pushing into her, he flexed his hips, working his way into her tight channel. Merciful Heaven! It was like nothing he had ever felt. Maybe it was the endless longing, the months of aching, the nights of dreaming of this moment – but as he slid his cock into her wet heat, Lucas gasped. “God, you are so tight, so lush.”

Dandi whimpered. “It’s so good.”

Good was an understatement, it was heaven. Trying to make the rapture last as long as possible, he rocked his hips with a gentle thrusting motion. Beneath him, Dandi wasn’t still, she met his thrusts, her sheath holding his cock tightly as a glove.

Lucas’s cock was unbelievably thick and there was no part of her that was not caressed and rubbed. She had no idea she could feel so full, or that full could be so wonderful. With every push into her, he tilted his pelvis and the friction was out of this world. She held on to his forearms, her nails raking into his skin. “Harder, baby!” she begged. “Give it to me harder!”

Lucas pushed her legs back against her body – opening her up even farther. Angling his hips, he searched for that one spot guaranteed to make her scream. Pulling all the way out, he slid back in – again and again – hammering into her until she clamped down on him, keening her pleasure as her control shattered and a zillion points of light flashed through her mind and body. “LUCAS!!”

Holding her sweet ass, he didn’t let up, but continued to pound until he came, his whole body vibrating with pure ecstasy. His cock pulsed with her, but still he ground his hips against her loving the way his cum shot out of his cock and bathed her in his seed.
Dandi kept cumming, she couldn’t stop, the aftershocks persistent and powerful. All she could do was hold on to him and enjoy. A sense of complete bliss and awe washed over her. “Hold me,” she requested.

“Gladly,” he rolled onto his back and took her with him. “Are you all right?”

“Better,” was all she had the strength to say.

He’d take that. It was a damn good start.

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Announcement: Winners from April 30th Post. Did you win an Amazon e-gift card? Find out what character names I’m going with.

In case you need a reminder of what the contest was all about, here is the link to the original post:

Before I announce the winners, I wanted to thank everyone for weighing in. All of you gave me some fantastic choices, and believe me; it was hard to pick only four names.

So, here are my selections:

  • Lorelei
  • Declan
  • Cheyenne
  • Grayson

Congratulations to:

  • Debbie W
  • Alyson
  • Jennafer Lyn

Ladies, your gift cards will be sent via email, within 48 hours of this posting.


Happy reading girls!

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Broken Moments

Earlier this year I was diagnosed with depression and it was so bad I was prescribed medication. Let me tell you how life altering this has been. Six months ago I was ready to give everything up, my career, my family, my life. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but I knew I couldn’t continue existing that way. The holidays were especially difficult and just wanted them to be over.

Since receiving help and getting healthy, I feel like the old me. A me I haven’t seen in about many, many years. But in getting healthy, my DH decided it was easier to cope with what he knew, ie his sidepiece, rather than getting to know the new and improved me.

That’s okay. They’ll get theirs. However, I’m embracing life, getting things back on track and LIVING!! I can’t tell you how great it is just to live. To wake up every morning and not have to find a reason to live, but to live because it’s a new day.

Romance is alive and well in the world and one day I’ll have that in my life again, in the meantime I can create heroes and heroines who will have each others’ backs and fight with and for one another.

Here’s a snippet from one of my favorite stories, Seducing His Wife. Keep an eye out, ‘cause the cover is being revamped and it is HAWT! You can still purchase the book for a little while longer from Whispers. Amazon , All Romance or Barnes & Noble.


“You should have told me. I hate the thought of you bearing the burden alone,” he whispered. “We can always try again, whenever you’re ready.”

His words stuck in her heart. He wanted her. A fresh wave of tears drenched her cheeks as he tightened his arms around her. “Why aren’t you mad at me?”


She shifted, tipping her head so she could stare into his eyes. “You should be mad at me.”

He smoothed her hair from her face. “No, sweetheart. I’m not mad at you, or hate you, or want you to leave.” Tears glistened in his eyes. “I love you so much, Sheridan. I don’t ever want to lose you.”

“But why?” She didn’t understand, couldn’t understand why he didn’t blame her for what happened. She sought his eyes, filled with love, and nothing else mattered.

He stroked her hair. “You are my missing half, Sheridan. When we were apart, I had a hole in my heart; a part of me was missing. I couldn’t smile, I didn’t feel like laughing, and I couldn’t sleep in our bed.

“You are the only woman for me, Sheridan.” He cupped her cheek, clearing her tears with his thumb. “You didn’t have to go through that alone.” He kissed her lightly on the lips. “You shouldn’t have gone through that alone. I’m in love with you, Sheridan, unequivocally, irrevocably, undeniably in love with you.”

How could she have not seen how much he loved her before? He was just waiting on her to let him in again. She lowered her head. “I don’t deserve you.”

He stroked her cheek with his knuckle. “That should be my line.” He kissed her again. “I wish I had known.” He leaned to the side, water lapping against her breasts, as the hand at her waist drifted lower, resting against the apex of her thighs. He straightened, balancing a small jeweler’s box on the edge of the tub. Her eyes followed. “I want you to have this.”

Droplets of water dampened the black velvet as she curled her fingers around the box and pried open the lid. She gasped. Nestled inside was an emerald-cut diamond captured center stage while the round and princess-cut stones on either side added brilliance and fire. The channel design repeated in the matching wedding band. Her vision blurred, the diamonds swimming. Matt plucked the rings from the box and slid them onto her finger. The weight was solid, easy, home.


“Marry me again.”


Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Romantic





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My Favourite TV Shows

Ooh, there are so many to mention! New ones keep coming out all the time 🙂 But here’s a list of some shows I’ve considered among my favourites for a while…


I’m sure fans of the show won’t need any explanation whatsoever as to why I’m such a fan of this show. I’ve been gripped from the very first episode, and whatever happens, I’ll watch it until they *sob* end it. It’s had its ups and downs, but I think what keeps people watching, despite this, is the development of the characters. The relationship between the brothers, the battles they have, physical, mental, emotional. They’re also pretty damn sexy, it has to be said 😉 And, just in case you’re wondering, I’m a Sam girl. But I wouldn’t say no to either. Or both 😉

The Vampire Diaries

It almost feels blasphemous to say this, but I actually think this show has had some better storylines than Supernatural. There haven’t been many episodes about nothing in particular, or ones where they’ve veered off the main plot. This has made me laugh, gasp and cry more than the aforementioned show, but despite this it’s my second favourite. I think it is because the relationships in this show aren’t quite as intense, as changeable. Probably because there are more “main” characters in this show so it’s impossible to explore them all at length. Also, because there are more characters, there’s more chance of there being some that I don’t like – and this is definitely the case. But, what can I say? I’m hooked on the plot, the drama, the delectable Damon Salvatore… and yes, I would refuse Stefan. He does nothing for me!

Strike Back

A bit of a departure from all my other favourites, which are paranormal-style shows, Strike Back is a contemporary, military-type drama. It has two main stars, two military guys, one British, one American. They’re part of an elite group who basically travel around the world finding and defeating terrorists and preventing them from carrying out their evil plans. I love this show for many reasons – the high drama, the plot, the intrigue, the smattering of humour, the fact this kind of stuff really happens, the relationships between the main characters, and the male stars and their bulging muscles. Despite the seriousness of the storyline, it’s a really fun show, and both Michael Stonebridge and Damien Scott are gorgeous in their own way. I like both, but am most definitely a Stonebridge girl.

True Blood

In a way, I feel like I shouldn’t include this in the list because I really felt the show lost its way in the last season. However, I still found myself watching each episode and enjoyed all the other seasons, so I’ll give it a chance to buck up in the next season. True Blood is a very highly-sexed show, really, which is part of its appeal. Of course, it’s also incredibly violent, which it kind of needs to be given the subject matter. In this, I like the characters, their journeys, their relationships and the action. Again, I don’t love all of the characters in this (even the ones you’re supposed to like!), but it doesn’t matter too much. There are enough likeable ones to hold the show. Quite a lot of hot guys, too. I’m a sucker (*snigger* pardon the pun) for some Eric Northman, and I also like Sam Merlotte. But it’s Mr. Skarsgard that made it into my top ten hot guys.

On the topic of my top ten – you might want to check it out here: – you’ll probably work out some of my other favourite shows and films from that list alone… 😉

With that, I shall leave you to peruse the sexy men. Speaking of which, I wrote about one in my latest book… 😉


A French AffairSydney Tyler is renting a barn conversion in Northern France, planning to spend the fortnight getting some words down on her novel. Unfortunately, construction work in the other half of the building puts an end to her peace and quiet. Genuinely upset that the builders are going to disturb her, the property’s handsome English owner, Harry Bay, offers to make it up to her. He’s a little flirtatious, and after spotting his wedding ring, Sydney keeps him at arm’s length. Sexy as he is, she has no intention of getting involved with a married man. But when Sydney learns the truth about Harry, will their mutual attraction spur them on to work through their emotional baggage and make this more than just a French affair?

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Dirty Boxers and Musical Inspiration

You’ll probably be relieved to note that this post isn’t about dirty underwear. Although I can totally see how that might be confusing given the title up there. Nope, today it’s all about sharing a little of what inspired me for the current book I’m working on, Triple Knockout. For those familiar with The Naughty List and Checking It Twice, this is the 3rd book set in that world. Unlike those two, this one isn’t a Christmas book. But it does feature a wicked hot menage featuring two VERY sexy and dirty boxers who enjoy playing with ropes in and out of the ring. 😉 This book will be coming out the first part of next year from Samhain Publishing, but in the meantime, here’s an insider peek at my naughty inspiration:

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Finding the right music to set the stage for my dirty boxers was a pivotal part of the inspiration process. Here are just a couple of songs that ended up in the book soundtrack:

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Shake that A$$!

I have a secret passion for dirty booty-shakin’ music. I love the music that my parents and their parents would probably hate, and I adore the music that would make my kids shudder to see me dancing to it. You know which music I mean. The stuff like:

Dirty          S&M         Low

There is nothing like the environment of the club dance floor. Lights flashing, the bass thumping in your chest, and sweaty bodies grinding against each other. It’s an experience I miss now that I have three little ones at home. Clubbin’ is not exactly on the weekend agenda anymore.

But, my favorite thing in the world to do when I’m all alone at home, is dance to this kind of ass shaking beat. I think that EVERYONE should have a personal dance party every now and then.  Whether or not you like Hip Hop, Country, Swing, or Square Dancing. It’s a great exercise and it releases tons of endorphins that mimic the same ones released during sex.

For me, the bumping beat reminds me of an erotic romance story. The way the music ebbs and flows encouraging sensual movement inspires me to write passionate strong women who know what they want and reach for it with both hands. I find myself using a lot of music in my stories, and I would love to hear your favorite songs!

I’m sharing my personal list of booty shakin favs. They range from hip hop to R&B to Country, so there is something for everyone!  Once you’ve listened to them, drop to the bottom of the post and share your favorite “Shake that A$%” music!  SHOW ME WHATCHA WORKING WITH!

Shake That          Bump Bump Bump          HonkeyTonk-BaDonka-Donk          SexyBack

Hips Don’t Lie          Pony          Shake it for Me          Smack That

Buttons          1-2 Step          Naughty

So today on your way to change the laundry, or get the mail from the mail box….just let loose!

Shake your groove thing…and as always Live, Laugh and Love like today is your only chance! ~Lori King


Fire of the Wolf The Gray Pack Book 1

Fire of the Wolf
The Gray Pack Book 1


Introverted nurse Caroline Trainor’s apartment burns to the ground, and she is rescued by a sexy fireman. Waking up in the hospital, she finds the delicious fireman and his identical twin brother waiting for her.

Devin and Damon Gray claim that they are alpha leaders of a pack of werewolves, and that she is destined to be their mate. Her logical nature resists this unreal situation, but her body craves their every touch. Struggling with unresolved pain from her past and her need for her own identity, she has no desire to be their house wolf—until another wolf pack’s alpha threatens their lives and relationship with a challenge to the death.

Scared to lose the men she has grown to love like she lost her parents, she runs directly into the arms of the lethal alpha challenger, and the brothers must save her before they all wind up dead.

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Craving a Good Smut Story?


That’s a very good question. What do you like to see in your smut? What is smut you ask? Well, it’s kinky writing of course and I am proud to say I’m a smut writer. Kinda makes you think of a Beatle’s song, doesn’t it? Yep, I’m gonna admit it. For any of you who are easily offended, turn away now lest you be burned at the stake. But for the rest of you, if you like raw sex, scintillating passion, the kind of kink to stretch every boundary as HOT stories, then my books are for you. It’s funny, I’ve been noticing lately that either the sensuous sweet, alluding to sex sells or the raunchy kicks up the heat. And I’m talking raw, edgy and for some disgusting kind of sex. Yep, allow your imagination to run away with you. Some people think there’s something wrong with writing smut, yet they read voraciously.

What drives me a bit nuts is that certain vendors went through a spell where they decided to be Big Brother Abram with Tireand crack down on smut, or affectionately called erotica. They added key word searches and flagged books with questionable titles or words in the synopsis. They banned certain books that were perceived to have things like rape, abuse themes, forced sex, beasitablity (including were-creatures) and assorted other categories. Many an author has been required to prove (including MUAH) that certain scenes were justified. In addition book covers have been yanked for showing too much skin.

Have you looked at Amazon or All Romance E-books lately? Have you seen some of the categories like Lactation Heaven or Her Taking (forced rough sex with aliens, beating, group sex) or maybe Sex with her Daddy’s Best Friend? I mean really? And yes, these kinds of titles do exist. I sometimes scratch my head. My writing is somewhere in the middle. You might ask, what do I write about? Well, ménage, BDSM, Domination and submission, Domestic Discipline, group sex, kink clubs, same sex, vampires and were-creatures and yes aliens are indeed thrown into the mix. And trust me ladies, a particular thick part of their body is well…delicious.

Don’t laugh! Who doesn’t want hot sex with a tasty vampire? The concept of becoming immortal is really just a perk, right?

I was thinking as I was answering questions to an upcoming interview, why did I actually start writing erotic romance or tasty smut? Because I loved reading about hot men and the very concept of the fantasies that were always so strong within me. Since I learned about sex, not going to lie, I have had sensual dreams about hot men whisking me away to some tropical island, tying me up and having their way with me. I started reading voraciously over the years, gravitating to the erotic. Since I had fantasies every night, I thought why not put my kinky desires on display. Oops, is that too telling? In order for me to write the perfect smut I need the perfect hot guy – well I personally need more than one, but that’s just me. My heroes don’t necessarily have any particular stereotype. I like my men in all flavors, sizes and shapes. I don’t care if they another harley hottieare geeky looking guys in two thousand dollar suits or the rugged cowboy with a three day stubble and bedroom hair. There is something about all men that’s desirable to me. The perfect escape book has to have men, hot and sweaty men ready to fulfill every craving you’ve ever had.

Okay ladies, I need to hear from you. What kind of man do you prefer?

RUGGED AND WELL WORN – you know the type. He’s the construction worker or the cowboy who looks best if faded blue jeans, his muscles all hard bodied from serious physical labor. He usually had the perfect golden tan and the stubble scrapes against your cheek every time he whispers in your ear. Mmm…

MILITARY, POLICE AND FIREMEN – He protects and serves, laying his life down on the line. He’s rigid and follows the rules by day, the perfect gentleman. But by night he wants nothing more than unbridled passion, fueled by his need to be top man, taking you, tasting you every way he wants.

DOMINATING AND CONTROLLING – he’s an enigma, so well dressed with a subtle demeanor to all who knows him. He commands respect no matter where he goes. Well dressed and very passionate, he will command your obedience.

THE GEEK – The clothes are questionable, the look slightly disheveled. He may wear a pocket protector and be able to spout numbers or scientific formulas, but at night he becomes a tiger in bed. He has a knack of knowing you inside and out – finding all your dirty little secrets.

THE DANGEROUS MAN – my favorite – a Harley ridin’, danger loving hunk who always fights against the rules. He’s rough-hewn and opinionated, hot heated and a wild man in bed. He’s the kind of guy you can never take home to mama, but then why would you? She’d simply want to share.

MR. SOPHISTICATED – He’s all suave and well educated, has money and the kinds of toys we can only dream about. He takes you to the finest places, buys you trinkets of diamonds and gold. But is he as powerful in bed as he is in real life? Hmmm…

So which will it be ladies? What, you want more than one? I don’t disagree. Let’s go for a ménage.

Well the perfect smut book is filled with many attributes but for me it all starts with the hot guy. The rest is simply…icing.

I hope you’ve enjoyed.

Kisses   xxx


The synopsis of my latest – which is a menage…


Parker Jameson was on the fast track to the White House. Being one of the youngest Senators on the Congress floor, he had his share of supporters, men and women hanging on his high-profile coattail. He also had those determined to see his demise. Constantly under a microscope, he lived a clean life, a completely honorable man. Or so he liked everyone around him to believe. Little did they know what damning secrets he’d been harboring for years. His relationship with a prominent male businessman waDLSThePolitician_Cover-small only half of the mystery enshrouding his life. After a nasty confrontation during an important press conference, a media expert was hired.

Briana Porter was known for her assertive methods in handling politicians who seemed hell bent on destroying their careers. A sizable offer was on the table. Working with what had to be the most difficult man in Congress, she questioned her ability. In her opinion Parker was far too arrogant to tame, yet she knew she had to try. When sparks flew and a line was drawn in the sand, she set her sights on more than just taming the savage beast. Confronted with the one secret she had no idea how to handle, Briana ran away from the man she was falling in love with. There was no way she could handle being a third. That is until one steamy night…




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Help Name My Heroine for a Chance to Win a Book

I’m currently writing the second book in my upcoming Hot Country series. The first book, Chase and Seduction, stars country-western superstar Chase Tanner and screenplay writer Reno Linden. That book is now with my editors, and will hopefully be ready to publish this month.

The second book, Heart of Steele, is still rolling around in my head, but will become typed words next week. It stars another country-western singer, Steele McLairn, and actress Tracy Williams.

Here’s where I need your help. The third book, Rough Ryder, has another country singer, Ryder Landry. But my heroine hasn’t yet told me her name. She’s very secretive. She’s a songwriter, and she’s madder than hell that Ryder has stolen one of her songs and is claiming it as his own.

shirtless wet muscular man in jeans and woman hands, studio shot

She’s from Detroit, Michigan, strawberry blonde hair on a petite, curvy body. She spends time in Nashville learning and writing songs with the best country music lyricists and musicians in the world. And she’s not going to let Ryder get away with rustling her song!

Leave your suggestions for her name – first name and last name too, if one comes to you. Anyone who leaves a comment will be entered in a drawing for one of my e-books. Contest ends Tuesday, May 21, at midnight PST. What would you name this spunky lady?

Thanks! I appreciate the help!
“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.
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-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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A Recipe for a Great Romance–PSST! and a contest!

We’ve all read those romances that struck a chord. The ones that we remember forever. Elizabeth Bennett and Mr. Darcy. Jane Eyre and Mr. Rochester. Even if you’re not a Twilight fan, you know the gist of Bella and Edward’s love story.

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So what makes these romances memorable? In Pride and Prejudice and Jane Eyre, the couples come from opposite stations in life. The men have money and the women have poor connections and relations. In Twilight, we have the tension of human and predator.

Opposites have been attracting each other since the beginning of time. But what if the two lovers aren’t opposites? What happens if they’re from the same side of the tracks and no one wants to drain the other of their blood? Well, the conflict shifts. Maybe they have varying views of the world. The male is hardened and the female too trusting. This type of conflict still makes for memorable romances. Have you ever seen the movie “You’ve Got Mail”? Joe Fox is a ruthless businessman while Kathleen Kelly is the girl next door who believes the best of everyone until they prove her wrong.

When writing a romance, I always consider these small points. In my latest release UNTOUCHED (book 2 of The Rough Boys series from Ellora’s Cave the heroine is struggling with a dark secret—her late husband embezzled funds from the company she now works for. Her boss falls for her hard, but the tension is amped up as her secret begins to surface and she tries to cover her actions and those of her late husband’s.

Read on for an excerpt from UNTOUCHED rated ADULT!
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Mason choked the engine of his chainsaw and adjusted it until it was purring. Much like Eva last night.

The vibrations of the saw ran up his arms and through his shoulders. He squinted up at the treetop, assessing it once more. Never could be too careful. Loggers died every year. Even those with a ton of experience like him had accidents.

He tried to shift his night with Eva from his mind so he could focus on bringing down this white oak. The top was heavy on the right side but he didn’t want it to fall that direction. If it did, it would take out a solid thirty-incher that could be cut in a second wave.

He wanted this particular tree to shoot the gap he’d cleared to the left, which meant some fancy saw work was needed.

The wind was nonexistent and the air still after his regular faller, Tommy Cook, had just felled a tree. Two hundred yards away, he was busy select cutting too.

Mason approached the tree and set his saw blade at an angle. The teeth cut through the thick bark and wood like a hot knife through butter. He pulled the blade back and dug in again, drawing the saw upward to cut a wedge from the trunk. Wood dust showered his arms and coated the backs of his gloves. It burned his nose and he sniffed deeply, loving the scents of the sap and the pull of exertion in his veins.

Using the point of his saw, he tapped the notch he’d cut. It dropped to the forest floor soundlessly, disappearing into the shallow drift of snow around the trunk. Circling the tree, Mason set his boots precisely, prepared to jump back in the event that the log kicked out.

Then, glancing around quickly to ensure no one was within distance of this tree, he set the blade at an angle on the backside of the cut. As the trunk was severed in two, it tipped. Cracking and popping noises sounded even through his hearing protection. He felt the smile of satisfaction spread across his face.

With a scream, the white oak plummeted, the top branches ripping through the limbs of other trees, brushing them in farewell. It slammed to earth with a resounding wallop.

A cheer went up from across the clear-cut. Mason looked up to find Tommy sending him a wave of camaraderie. He cut the power on his saw and thwacked his hands against his thigh to dislodge the sawdust from his gloves. The cracked brown leather gloves had been his father’s and one of the only things Mason had saved of the man’s personal possessions.

He’d found them on a high shelf in the entryway. Drawing them down, he’d brought them to his nose and inhaled the tang of leather and sawdust. Both scents he associated with his dad.

He set his saw on the fallen trunk and pulled off his glove. A shock tore through him as the sweet aroma of Eva’s arousal struck him. He’d spent all night loving her. Even this morning he’d fingered her to completion before allowing her to climb from his bed. Christ, he could hardly wait to get home to see if his sheets smelled of her.

He’d barely kept himself from begging her to stay longer. Returning her to Osborn’s house to pick up her little car had spurred that deep possessiveness in him again. Osborn had come outside to harass them about where they’d gone. Mason had put a stop to it, but not before Eva was as flushed as a Christmas rose.

He brought his fingers to his nose and inhaled. His balls clenched instantly at the scent of her he caught there. He’d promised to call her later tonight, but he felt like a goddamn teenager, dying to pick up the cell and call her now. Immediately.

What was she doing? Now that he knew she had a child to care for, he envisioned her in several different scenarios—the boy nestled on her lap as she read a story or seated on the floor building a block tower with him.

Why hadn’t he seen it before? She wore her motherhood like she displayed her femininity. She was always caring for people. Even hand-feeding Osborn a tartlet last night.

Mason wanted to jump in his truck and race to her house right now, and that scared the hell out of him. He’d never known such longing, even with his ex-wife. Eva and his ex were like heartwood and rotted wood though. One was strong and beautiful, something wood connoisseurs prized. Mason knew heartwood when he saw it.

Trouble was, he wasn’t going to stick around Salzburg Springs for long. He’d already contacted the company he’d left when his dad died a year ago and been told he always had a job with them. In fact, they wanted him as soon as possible. His roots weren’t firmly entrenched in western Pennsylvania, but they were plunging deeper after last night.

He mentally kicked himself. He never should have toyed with Eva. She deserved much more than a bachelor with a bent for rough play in bed.

Fires flared in him at the memory of her response to that heavy hand. She’d come unglued when he pinched her nipples so hard. And her skin had lifted to him when he tugged on her hair. How far could he push her?

Thanks for reading! Check out more of UNTOUCHED.

I’d love to hear from you. Leave a comment and one lucky person will win a copy of BLOWN DOWN–book 1 of The Rough Boys series!

Em Petrova
~where words mean so much more~

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Help! Name that book…

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I’m working on a series set in the snowy mountains of western Wyoming, Montana, and Idaho. The books involve snowmobiling adventures, avalanches, being trapped in log cabins during snowstorms. Getting the books written has been fun, but I’m struggling with names for the books and for the series and would love any ideas you all could throw out there. If I end up using a title you’ve suggested you’ll definitely be getting a copy of it from me.


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