Characters

The Fun of Fantasies

We all have them–whether they exist only in our nighttime dreams or in more conscious places, where we can access them easier. (If you live in Southern California like me, that easy access comes in handy during rush hour on the 405 Freeway!)

Naughty fantasies.

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If you’ve stopped by this page, there’s a good chance that you’re aware of a few of yours–perhaps more than a few. And why not? What inspires yours? A certain kind of music? A special scent? A certain genre of TV show or film? C’mon…it’s only us in here…let’s share!

While you’re pondering, I’ll reveal a fun tidbit about one of the sexiest scenes in NO MAGIC MOMENT–my new collaboration with the amazing Victoria Blue, to be released on September 7th. The entire seed for the scene actually came from a photo that Victoria saw and shared with me, making us both swoon with the possibilities of writing a very steamy “Hot for Teacher” exchange between Michael Pearson and Margaux Asher. While we can’t wait for you all to read the scene in its entirety when the book is released, what about a sneak-peek tidbit?

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I gasped and worried my lips together. “No! Please, Headmaster. I promise, I promise I’ll be good.”

“That’s what you said last time, young lady.”

“But I mean it this time. I do. Really.”

“So tell me, why were you sent to my office? Exactly?” He eyed me carefully. I picked up the vibe instantly. He played along while trying to understand what I wanted out of all this. While we’d talked about the fantasy, we hadn’t exactly discussed a line-by-line. Really, I could never let this man go. He was clever enough and brave enough to go toe-to-toe with me on every level.

I blew another bubble for dramatic effect. Michael sighed, giving it equal weight. “Give me the gum, Miss Asher. You know it’s against school policy, and it’s very unladylike to be chewing like a cow in front of me.”

I slid another glance up at him. “You gonna make me?”

He walked back to the counter, grabbed a tissue from the box there, then paced back over to hold it in front of my face.

“Spit it out.”

“No.”

“Do not defy me. It will only make things worse for you. It’s a disgusting habit anyway.” He pressed his other hand against the side of my face. “There are much better uses for that pretty little mouth.”

I lifted my stare up to him, eyes as wide as I could make them while depositing the gum into the waiting tissue. That certainly didn’t give him the victory. I purposely left a long trail of saliva from the gum to my mouth, letting the edges of my lips turn up when Michael answered with a rumble of arousal. Our eyes met as he wadded the tissue around the gum. His gaze had gone dark as caramel. This new game, allowing us to be a combination of our real and pretend selves, was turning him on as deeply as me.

“That’s better.” He dropped the tissue into the wastebasket then returned to stand in front of me, legs braced like before. The bulge in his slacks was very visible…and very mouth-watering.

I licked my lips. I couldn’t help it.

“Eyes up here, Miss Asher.”

I raised my face, hitting him hard with my pout. “Yes, Headmaster.”

He was so damn delectable. The power in his exposed forearms. The determination in his set jaw. The arousal in his stare, thickening by the second.

“Do you like seeing the effect you have on your teachers?”

“No, Sir. Not all of them.” I winked again. “Just you.”

He arched a brow. “You think pretty words will get you out of your punishment?”

“Is it working?” I tried batting my lashes, but he lunged his hand back, grabbing me by a pigtail, yanking my head farther back.

You tell me if it’s working.”

I croaked out, “Errrr…no, Sir?” Moisture gushed between my legs. His brutal handling…it was heaven.

“That’s right, young lady. It’s not. So stop playing around. You’re in serious trouble.”

“Yes, Sir. Very, very serious.” With my head cranked back, I had nowhere to look but at his furious, gorgeous face. Holy shit, what he did to me, looming over me like this. His lips formed into a hard, sensual line. The depths of his eyes glowed with mischief and promise.

It was so much.

Almost too much.

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A Little Tequila, a Sunset, Steamy Sex and Things Can Get Explosive!

Or at least they do south of the Mexican border!

Ever wonder about the how or the why behind an author picking a story’s setting? Whether the characters are molded around the place or if the characters dictate the location? There’s a multitude of answers to this question, with no real set answer, but there’s still a kernel of wonder when you flip to the first page of a new story.

Every time I pick up a book, location is everything (Not true, it’s the cover that pulls me in. More on that in a minute J). I want to know where I’m going when I step into a new story. I love it when blurbs and covers hint at the destination like it’s a little secret of its own to be discovered. Hmm. Doesn’t that sound familiar? Like a pre-planned trip you only have to show up for.

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Inspiration behind explosive scene in Controlled Heat

 

As romance readers are we not all for exotic adventures of not only places, but of the heart as well? It’s why we love the romance genre, right? Billionaire heroes matched with heroines who don’t give a damn about the hero’s bank account, but still manage to make their girl swoon with the most lavish of trips (50 Shades anyone?). Or how about Latin lovers who draw us into their culture with a flourish of their Spanish flair that strokes our imaginations and our romantic sides? All stories delicious and rich with exotic descriptions.

Before I set fingers to keyboard for the Sexy Siesta books I knew the series needed a place with its own signature, a place readers would want to escape from the mundane world and enjoy seeing through my character’s eyes.

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A hidden treasure off the coast of Puerto Vallarta

 

While His by Sunrise takes place in Houston, the heroine, Isabella is from Mexico. Tequila Sunset and Sunrise for Three pushed a little further south and takes us past the border and into the popular beaches of Cabos and Puerto Vallarta. Both known as party towns with a darker side not everyone sees. They say write what you know and after living here for almost twenty years I know Mexico. 😉

Beneath the multifaceted layers of this culture-rich country, there’s a hidden world of danger and adventure. There’s something exciting about crossing the border into a place where time seems to have paused. Where you can ditch the “real world” and become anyone you want while visiting. Its stuff stories are made of and, honestly, serves as a wonderful backdrop for my ruthless drug cartels and a bad-ass group of Recon Marines willing to put their lives on the line day after day.

Add a little tequila, a sunset, and some steamy sex and things are bound to get explosive! 😉

But what about that cover? I’m a total self proclaimed cover girl (I can’t tell you how long I poured over my covers before I was satisfied with their design). Some of you may shake your head at me and tsk, and I totally understand, but want to know a deep dark secret? I never read a book if the cover doesn’t catch my eye first. Harsh, I know, but from the moment I see the cover my mind immediately starts identifying with the characters. First impressions and all that, I suppose. If I’m sold on the package, I move on to the blurb. If both can depict the setting of the story, all the better, right?

Do you get caught up in the artwork like I do? Since I moonlight as a cover artist, maybe my artistic eye has cursed me with the need to see something brilliant before I dive into a new world.

Where do you stand? Do you look for books set in other countries or even cities? Do you look at the cover and decide yay or nay? Let’s talk! I’ll pick one winner for a Kindle copy of Tequila Sunset. Don’t forget to leave your email.

 

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Coming Next from Talina

 

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~*~*Welcome Guest Blogger Christa Tomlinson*~*~

Hello readers! I’m Christa Tomlinson, author of erotic romances. My current releases are predominately M/M. But like it says in my bio, I like to write them all: straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told. I’d like to thank the writers of 69 Shades of Smut for inviting me on to their blog. And today, I’m here to talk about tropes.

Tropes. What are they? They’re what helps us recognize what a story will be about. They help us identify whether or not we’ll like the general plot that the author has created. Or as Wikipedia says: The word trope has also come to be used for describing commonly recurring literary and rhetorical devices, motifs or clichés in creative works. Here’s a small sample of tropes in the romance genre. I bet you’ve read or can recognize them all.

Secret baby

Friends to lovers

Enemies to lover

Gay for you

Office romance

Opposites attract

Forbidden Love

Tropes get a bad rep, especially in the romance novel world. People set them up as a way to show how romance novels are all the same. But I disagree. First, although the general idea may be the same, no two novels are alike. You can ask five different authors to write you a secret baby romance, and you’ll wind up with five very different stories. One of them might have an alien baby. One of them might have a single dad. One of them might have a woman who found an alien baby abandoned by its single dad.

Second, tropes are everywhere, not just in romance. Good looking fella who goes on a quest for treasure and artifacts, facing danger along the way? The Mummy. Or Raiders of the Lost Ark. Or National Treasure. Or Three Kings. Or… well, you get the idea.

For creative types, tropes are a great way to build the foundation for the book, movie, or play that will spring forth. For readers, they offer a sense of familiarity. They let us know if it’s something we’ll enjoy. For example, when I’m book browsing, I can tell right off from the back cover copy if it’s the type of story I like or like to avoid.

Tropes are a good thing and are to be embraced. What do you think reader? Do you use them to help you find stories you’ll enjoy? Do you have any tropes that you love or any that you despise? Writers, do you consciously seek them out when planning your stories? Let me know in the comments! I’d love to hear from you. Three commenters will receive a copy of my BDSM holiday romance, The Sergeant: A Christmas Story

For a full list of tropes in romance check out this site: http://www.mindyklasky.com/index.php/for-writers/romance-tropes/

Christa Tomlinson

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Latest Release ~ The Sergeant: A Christmas Story

Sergeant Logan Pierce and Senior Corporal Clay Foster have fought past all the obstacles that stood in the way of their relationship. Now, they are in love and committed to each other as Dominant and submissive.
As the holidays approach, all they want is time to enjoy each other away from their demanding jobs as SWAT officers. But someone threatens to ruin their first Christmas together.

Logan refuses to let anyone or anything destroy his submissive’s happiness. What can he do to save Christmas for his love?

Excerpt

… Clay grinned. “I promised you chocolate for our movie night.”

Logan remembered that promise. He’d made it the night Clay admitted he wanted Logan to kiss him. They’d had many movie nights since then of course, but that particular evening would always be special to him. Logan wrapped a gentle hand around Clay’s neck and pulled him in for a real kiss. As their lips met, Logan loved the way Clay relaxed against him with his head tilted back. It made him feel as though Clay loved his touch and craved his domination as they kissed. Logan brushed his lips against Clay’s one last time.

“Movie night with chocolate it is.”

Clay hit play and they both fluffed up pillows behind them so they could sit with their backs against the wrought-iron headboard. The movie started with the turning of story book pages. Logan opened the bag of chocolates. Unwrapping one, he popped it into his mouth, letting it slowly melt on his tongue. Clay held his hand out.

“Gimme.”

Logan started to get another Kiss from the bag, but changed his mind. Instead, he turned Clay’s head to face him. When Clay’s lips parted in surprise, Logan leaned over and licked between them, sharing the taste of the chocolate on his tongue. Clay’s hand came up to rest on his chest, and they kissed until all the candy was gone.

“Mmmm… gimme another.”

Logan opened another Kiss and sucked on it for a moment before kissing Clay again. This time when the candy was gone they kept kissing, their arms wrapped around each other. Logan’s interest in the movie faded as he rubbed his tongue against Clay’s, tasting his sweetness and sharing his breaths. He wanted to watch the movie, but right now he wanted to make love to his sub more. Logan eased Clay down the bed until he was on his back. After pulling his shirt off, he buried his face in Clay’s neck and breathed in deep. “You smell so good. How come you smell so good to me?”

“Pheromones,” Clay gasped out as Logan sucked on his neck.

Logan laughed as he kissed his way down Clay’s body. Hooking his fingers into the waistband of his flannel pajama pants, he dragged them off. Once he was naked, he licked a slow trail up Clay’s stiff erection.

“Is that why you taste so good to me too, baby? Pheromones?”

Clay stuttered out a response as he flicked his tongue across the tip of his cock. Logan smiled before he sucked his lover down slowly.

 

Author Bio:

Christa Tomlinson is an exciting up and coming author in erotic romance. Her first self-published novel, The Sergeant, was an Amazon Best Seller for Gay and Lesbian Erotica for seven weeks straight.

Although Christa graduated from The University of Missouri-St. Louis with a degree in History, she prefers to write contemporary romance. She loves to create stories that are emotional and lovely with sex that is integral to the characters’ romantic arc. Her books include straight couples, curvy couples, gay, and multicultural couples. Love is love and everyone should have their story told.

Christa lives in Houston, Texas with her two dogs, and is a semi-retired member of Houston Roller Derby. She enjoys hearing from readers. You can follow her on Twitter at @christa_writes and on Facebook at Christa Tomlinson. For more on Christa’s work, including deleted scenes, excerpts, and free reads, visit http://www.ChristaTomlinson.Blogspot.com

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Writer Musings & An Action-Packed Excerpt

Sorry if I sound wonky and a little fuzzy! I’ve been in the writing cave for a bit too long this time around. Heck, I wasn’t sure what day of the week it was until I came up for air around ten last night. After three days straight of constant wordage and dealing with multiple characters ‘tudes, things can get a little blurry. Speaking of time, anyone else want to know where the first fifteen days of the year went?

With release day for Hexing the Alpha right around the corner, my mind is a mixture of quotation marks, periods, and hunky man pictures like this one…

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A little Jake Monroe from Hexing the Alpha

 

 

And this one…

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Inspiration behind Joel Cordona (new hero of the Sexy Siesta series)

 

Hey, it’s all in the name of inspiration, right? My imagination can do many things, but a little eye candy always helps the word count flow smoothly. 😉

*cough* As I was saying, I’m getting into the groove of the new year with several releases on the list, but more on those as they come along. In the mean time, how about a snippet from my latest release, Sunrise for Three? Have you met Marc, Mia, and Colt? If not, I’ve been told they are a steamy trio to get held up in Mexico with, but you be the judge. 😉 Do you think two Former Recon Marines and a fearless sexy Latina stand a chance with love while fighting against a ruthless cartel leader? You’ll have to read their story to discover if they get a sexy Sunrise for Three!

EXCERPT from Sunrise for Three

The gauzy white fluff of the curtain blew into her face, followed by a gust of wind from outside scented with the salty brine of the ocean. The curtain whipped back and forth in the strong wind then returned to lie against the window. Something red caught her attention, and she tried to lift her hand to finger the strange bright red substance, but her arm wouldn’t budge.

Heat blossomed out from her right shoulder and it dropped her to one knee. Air lodged in her lungs and her heart beat erratically. ¿Que diablos?Sunrise For Three200x300

Her vision blurred from a shroud of cold that settled over her. Like every ounce of her blood had drained, leaving nothing but a wash of cold tingles behind.

It all happened so quickly, her mind unable to make sense of anything. Male voices called to her, but she couldn’t reach them. Someone was moving her, pulling her deeper into the living room. She worked her legs, but she couldn’t get solid footing beneath her. Her body a paralyzed dead weight.

Pain swiftly replaced the burst of initial cold.

More bullets pelted the walls and other windows, sending the glass crashing into the unforgiving Spanish tiled flooring.

In a sudden rush, every nerve ending between her brain and shoulder came alive with bolts of electricity that raked across her chest and arm in waves of blinding pain. Warm liquid wet her T-shirt and the only thought that came to mind was it wasn’t her T-shirt. She had borrowed it.

Marc pulled her behind the couch and leaned her against the baseboard. “Let me see how bad.” He shoved his sidearm into the waistband of his jeans, then gently peeled back the collar of her shirt. She grimaced. “¡Hijole…wow!”

“Don’t move, darling. I’ve got you.”

His voice anchored her and helped clear the fog her mind had slipped behind to avoid the pain from the bullet that pierced her flesh. The full force of it rooted in her brain and she fought against the black veil lulling her closer. She shook her head. Her heart raced and she knew if she closed her eyes if only for a second that she would pass out. She’d be damned if she would be some damsel in distress princess.

“Did it go through? Graze her? What?” Colt kneeled beside her, holding both sides of her face. “She’s looking really damn pale, man.”

Three more rounds pinged against the cement column dividing the windows from the sliding back door just off to their left. Too close for comfort, but the men didn’t even flinch. “Look at me, sweetheart. This is going to hurt like a mother, but he has to do it.”

Ahí. Puta madre,” she gritted out a string of expletives at Marc. He slipped her arm out of the sleeve of her shirt and lifted the now bloody rag over her head and discarded it on the floor. Black dots danced in her vision. She didn’t want to pass out.

“She’s bleeding, but it’s a clean hit that split an inch gash along her shoulder. It might have nicked the bone, but I can’t see.”

It felt like something hit bone.

She bit into the flesh of her lip and tried to calm her breathing.

“We need some backup and fast, man. The fuckers have us out gunned with Ak-47s. Shots sound like they’re still coming from open water. Could be the waves messing with the sound, but—”

“You’re right. I saw them. Not them, but a boat earlier when I was standing by the window. It just didn’t click at the time.”

Marc and Colt looked at each other over the top of her head.

“Oh, darling, we are going to have a fucking serious talk about you not giving us all Intel when it happens, woman. Wait here.”

Sunrise for Three Copyright © 2014 Talina Perkins

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Mia had one helluva week and I must admit, it was really fun watching her find her footing with two very sexy Marines!

Happy reading!

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HEART TIES release week and an Amazing GIVEAWAY

Who loves bikers? Meet Drake and Delta, the Bonnie and Clyde of biker romance. Read on for a glimpse of ex-Marine Drake in action. AND GUESS WHAT? I’m giving away a huge prize! A photo of Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy signed by the actor Charlie Hunnam! RAFFLECOPTER at end of post! Good luck and enjoy~

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Scaling the concrete block wall was easy. Only five-feet high, it offered little protection for the Raiders MC. It was a mere obstacle.

Drake crouched between wall and chain link fence, cell phone in each hand. One controlled the surveillance cameras on the north and east sides of the building, the other south and west.

The moon was disguised behind clouds, only a faint glimmer visible. A good moon for breaking and entering.

Simultaneously, he punched an SMS message to shut down the surveillance system.

He looked up at the red dot at the corner of the building. It blinked out. They were all down—he never made mistakes.

His heart rate was spot-on, his breathing controlled. When he threaded the wire cutters through the fence and squeezed, it hardly made a snip. He worked quickly, cutting straight up about nine diamonds high, just enough for him to squeeze through.

A thud sounded from the neighboring building, followed by a woman yelling at her husband for being an idiot. Yo momma’s such a bitch, she barks when I fuck her doggy-style.

The brothers had laughed their asses off at that joke, Drake included.

With a grim twist of his lips, Drake cut horizontally, just enough for him to peel back the fence and fit through.

The noise alerted the dogs.

Drake was ready. He fished a lump of butcher paper from the pack slung over his back. Just as the dogs came snarling around the corner and rushed the hole he’d created, he had the meat ready.

Raw steak spiked with syringes of morphine did the trick. They ate noisily enough that the gunmen came, though.

Drake burst through the fence and straightened in the same motion he pulled his tranquilizer gun. He fired in rapid succession. Killing would be easier than darting them, but dead bodies meant the Raiders came looking for the last people who’d had a beef with them—the Sons.

The men crumpled. Two, three. He waited for footsteps and heard none. He scooped up the three weapons and carried them a short distance to the parking area. He hid them in the driver’s seat of a van where they could find them later.

Then he loped across the asphalt to the ladder on the outside of the building. After all this trouble, Delta might not show up, but if she did, he was ready.

As he reached the roof, he tried to pick out shapes in the darkness. No man shapes, only a few vents and an air conditioning unit. He waited, and since he had time, replayed his actions, searching for inadequacies that might have gotten him killed.

Nothing came to mind, so he rested his elbows on his knees and let his head drop back to look at the sky.

Clouds boiled, purplish black bruises obscuring the stars and moonlight. When the quiet snick of a closing door reached him, all the hair on his forearms stood up. And his heartbeat skipped into a faster rhythm.

Straining to hear, he battled his discomposure, but with each step on the rung, he lost a bit more control. He pushed into a crouch, hand at his hip in preparation to pull his knife if it wasn’t Delta.

Her hair was so dark and shiny, it appeared wet.

He lunged forward and hauled her over the lip of the roof, locking a hand over her mouth before she could even grunt.

She tensed but didn’t fight.

“Shhh, it’s Drake. Don’t make a noise.”

She went wild, kicking and twisting until he released her. Scooting back, she threw out her hands, just as she had in the club to keep him at bay. It wouldn’t work this time.

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Polyamory

When it comes to books, we’re all reading, writing, and fantasizing about menage and more relationships. I’ve written 15 menage stories in a host of combinations. Most are MMF (male, male, female).

 

So what do we find so appealing about polyamorous relationships? Besides being mind-bendingly sexy, it’s taboo. When you go out for drinks with the gals, they don’t ask your husband’s name and then ask your boyfriend’s name. Your kid’s teacher doesn’t ask about his two daddies.

 
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Recently I got into a discussion with a good friend about these types of relationships. We’ve agreed that going forward, the world might see more of them. Why? A good reason to join with more than one person is finances. Think more resources. Three incomes are better than two, and really that extra guy doesn’t take up too much room in the bed, right? (yummm)

Also think about sharing responsibilities. In a world where all parties work, it would be nice to have an extra set of hands to pick up the slack–or the dirty socks, dry cleaning, etc.

And I know you’re already thinking of the emotional and sexual possibilities, so I’ll leave that to your imagination!
 

According to research about 10% of America’s population claims to be polyamorous. Out of these people, most are white and in their 30s, 40s, and 50s. (points to self. Target age!)

 

Polyamorous doesn’t have to mean the parties all co-habitate, though. Maybe Kate and her husband have another boyfriend and girlfriend, who also have spouses and they all meet up once a month for an adult night.

 

Have you ever dreamed of being part of a menage? Here’s a little fantasy to get your day off to a start!

 
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It’ll take more than rope to tie down the man they love.

Country Fever, Book 3

When Christian comes out of the bar to find a bat-wielding country girl beating the hell out of his best friend Tucker’s truck, he does the only thing he can—he flirts with her. Unfortunately, he knows her pain—he’s in love with Tucker too.

Claire plans to nurse her bruised heart alone, but inevitably Tucker draws her back in—along with Christian—and the three of them tumble headlong into delirious passion. Then she and Christian wake to find that Tucker has fled his horse ranch, leaving them to care for the animals and each other.

Still grieving the death of his fiancée, pressured to sign over mining rights to a coal company, Tucker is boots-deep in emotional turmoil. Running only sharpens his longing for what he truly wants—Christian and Claire in his bed, in the barn, and under the stars.

But roping themselves firmly inside the circle of love will take everything they have—bulldogged determination, flying fists and aching hearts.


Product Warnings

Wrangle one heartsick cowboy, and the man and woman who love him. Throw in weeks of working in close quarters, bales of pent-up lust, and feel the burn of prairie-fire-hot desire. Now just try to walk away with your heart unbranded.

EXCERPT OF UNBROKEN

 

The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.

She stopped breathing.

Tucker.

And right behind him, Christian.

Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.

The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.

But the look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs. She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind her back and bent her over a hay bale.

Dark heat slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.

“We’ve got some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the sweet sugar of his kisses.

He and Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”

“I do.” Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his lips, and he slid in his tongue. Plundering. Stealing any protestation.

Her body reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his hardness—every inch of it.

Christian made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.

Tucker pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her core.

“Wait, Tucker—”

He nuzzled her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her earlobe, which he bit sharply.

She squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.

“What’s going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.

“I never laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter things to her body and incinerated her heart.

“But…”

Tucker’s blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact, you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”

She twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Tucker’s slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want. “Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all right with that, baby?”

Her leg muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.

“Beautiful Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness to it.”

Briefly, a thread of a question wove through her mind. Make it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.

A long minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.

“With Christian?” Tucker asked.

“Yes,” she gasped between kisses.

Her breath hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat. Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.

Being back in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling caress of his fingertip on her clit.

Christian’s moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire burst inside her. She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.

Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”

 

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Steam-Your-Panties Cowboys

Let’s be honest, friends. We read erotic romance for one major reason–we’re ready for some sexy, lovable hero to sweep us off our feet in our imaginary lives and steam off our panties.

Sure, we love the heroines like sisters. We adore the characters’ pets, crazy aunts, and dark journeys to the sunlight. But we tune in for the hero.

I write hardworking heroes–in bed and out. When I build a hero in my mind, I go with what I know. As a country girl, I don’t know jack shit about a boardroom or penthouse office. I know guys with rough hands and rougher ways–the ones that give you the nod that makes your thighs clench as they say, “Hey.”

Writing a hero that will scorch your panties to ash is like creating a recipe from scratch.

Cup of Brass Balls
Portion of Determination
Measure of Cuddly Teddy Bear
Heaping Scoop of Sex Appeal
2 Helpings of Libido
Teaspoon of Mystery
Dash of Uncertainty

I find this to be a solid recipe for my cowboys, firefighters, loggers, pirates, supernatural warriors, and country boys. Read on for an excerpt from UNBROKEN, my brand new book in the Country Fever series from Samhain. See if you can pick out any of the ingredients I mentioned above.

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The bell on the door tinkled. At the sound, she hopped off the counter and glanced up.

She stopped breathing.

Tucker.

And right behind him, Christian.

Claire backed up until the counter dug painfully into her spine. Please don’t make me wait on you.

The last thing she was capable of was acting nonchalant while serving eggs and home fries to the man she was in love with—especially when she wanted to roll out of his bed and pad off to his kitchen to prepare them herself.

But the look on Tucker’s handsome face told her that he was here for more than eggs. She’d seen that blazing look before, right before he trapped her hands behind her back and bent her over a hay bale.

Dark heat slithered downward to capture her folds. Her nipples bunched up hard.

“We’ve got some unfinished business, Claire.” When Tucker used this commanding tone, she’d follow him around like a pony, doing tricks until he rewarded her with the sweet sugar of his kisses.

He and Christian strode across the dining room, muscles rolling with purpose. She dragged in a harsh breath. “I don’t think—”

“I do.” Tucker planted his hands on her waist and leaned over her, dizzying her with his personal spice before he slammed his mouth over hers. She gasped around his lips, and he slid in his tongue. Plundering. Stealing any protestation.

Her body reacted with a violent shiver. Cream soaked her panties as she took note of his hardness—every inch of it.

Christian made a noise that brought Tucker’s head up. He stared into her eyes for a split second before plucking her off her feet and bearing her to the back of the diner, past the mish-mash of photographs plastering the walls of several generations of patrons. Smiling faces. Voyeuristic faces.

Tucker pressed her into the last booth and crowded in beside her. Christian hung back a little, leaning against a table a few feet off. She sent Christian a frantic look, but he gave her a slow, amused smile that twisted the knot tighter in her core.

“Wait, Tucker—”

He nuzzled her temple, spattered kisses down to her jaw then circled around to her earlobe, which he bit sharply.

She squirmed, watching Christian’s smile widen.

“What’s going on?” While she longed for more of Tucker’s kisses—the hottest brand she’d ever known—she couldn’t let him drag her heart behind his horse anymore.

“I never laid a hand on Allie,” Tucker whispered into her ear. Hot words that did hotter things to her body and incinerated her heart.

“But…”

Tucker’s blue eyes loomed close as he stared into hers. “That was Christian. Sometimes we…watch each other. Christian thinks you’re as gorgeous as I do. In fact, you’ve been the object of one of our joint fantasies.”

She twitched as he slipped a finger down her spine. Her breath came faster. Joint fantasy? Her mind reeled around the words, and she opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out.

Tucker’s slow grin heated her core. But his statement melted her into a puddle of want. “Right now, Christian wants me to finger your pussy so he can see. You all right with that, baby?”

Her leg muscles burned to snap shut even as she hungered to let them part.

“Beautiful Claire, I’m sorry.” He nipped her throat in that sweet spot that made all the hair on her body stand up. “Let me make it up to you. And let Christian be witness to it.”

Briefly, a thread of a question wove through her mind. Make it up to me by getting me off in front of another man? But then Tucker plunged his tongue into her mouth, and she lost control completely.

A long minute passed as she let Tucker’s flavors fill her head even as Christian looked on. His strong presence and hooded gaze excited the hell out of her.

“With Christian?” Tucker asked.

“Yes,” she gasped between kisses.

Her breath hitched as he inched rough fingers up her inner thighs to her soaking heat. Christian crossed his arms and leaned back a bit, his gaze directed under the table. Tucker positioned her, draping a calf over his big thigh and pushing aside the small patch of fabric covering her pussy.

Being back in his arms again, with his mouth on hers, drove away thoughts of her surroundings and the previous state of her heart. She gave in to the swirling caress of his fingertip on her clit.

Christian’s moan reverberated in the quiet of the diner. Tucker echoed it, easing his finger over her slit and into her dripping channel. Shards of electric desire burst inside her.

She bucked her hips, trying to draw his thick digit into her pussy.

Tucker nibbled her parted lips, her tongue. His soft hair swept over her cheek, reminding her more of making love to him. Sweet tears burned in her throat.

“That’s it, baby. Open to me. Let me make you cling to the ceiling while Christian watches you come apart.”

 

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The DEAD SEXY Blog Tour!

The DEAD SEXY Blog Tour is going on now! There are interviews, excerpts, spotlights and behind the scenes looks!

Oh, and did I mention there are giveaways?!

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Sexiest Super Hero by Lucy Felthouse

Hum… this is a great topic. And a horrible one at the same time. I headed to my Pinterest account, more specifically my Top 10 Future Husbands board, thinking that would help me out. No such luck. I have the following men on my list who have played superheroes (the number next to their name is their rank in my top ten):

2. Henry Cavill

6. Jeremy Renner

7. Taylor Kitsch

9. Chris Hemsworth

10. Hugh Jackman

Do you see my dilemma? Superman, Hawkeye, Gambit, Thor or Wolverine. Undoubtedly, they’re all sexy in their own ways, but who’s the sexiest?

*walks away for several hours to think about this*

I’ve finally decided, I think. Now bear in mind I’ve taken this literally, as in, which man is hottest when he’s playing a super hero. Not who’s hottest generally, because otherwise the numbers in my list would have answered this easily.

WolverineSo… *drum roll* I have to go for Wolverine.

Why? Because Henry Cavill as Superman, although smokin’ hot, is still Superman, who I think is one of the cheesiest superheroes out there. I think it’s the tight outfit and the cape. Even without underpants on the outside, it’s still a bit camp. Now when he’s Clark Kent… phwoar.

Jeremy Renner as Hawkeye is incredibly hot in an all-black tight outfit, super-cool weaponry and awe-inspiring arm porn, but he has just a portion of a movie. Maybe one day Hawkeye will get his own movie, or at least a movie with the Black Widow where we’ll find out what the hell they mean by remembering Budapest very differently (if you’ve read the comics, PLEASE don’t tell me. No spoiler zone!) and he’ll really be able to shine.

Taylor Kitsch as Gambit was delicious. The southern accent, the hair, the outfit, the gorgeousness… but, as with the Renner, he didn’t get enough screen time to really shine, so I can’t vote him sexiest.

Chris Hemsworth as Thor has had two outings so far, where he’s been all tall, blond and muscular, and well, there’s that topless scene which all straight women, and probably lots of straight men, too, remember. The films have been good, he’s had plenty of screen time, tight t-shirts, wet t-shirts, arm porn… but he can’t quite measure up to Wolverine.

So, Hugh Jackman as Wolverine. I love the X-Men films, and I loved X-Men Origins: Wolverine, despite what the rest of the world thought about it. I’m writing this post on the 1st August and I’m going to see The Wolverine tonight, so this may change my mind or cement it. Who knows. But at this current moment, I remain resolute. Wolverine is tall, muscular, indestructible, moody, brave, and, ultimately, funny. He gets the best one-liners, and that’s saying something when you consider all the excellent one-liners in Marvel films. All that adds up to a ton of sex appeal, and if I had to choose a superhero to protect me, it would be Wolverine.

So, whaddya think? Agree, disagree? Let me know in the comments!

P.S. If there’s anyone reading this and shouting at me, please don’t. I haven’t read any comic books/graphic novels, so I don’t know who’s the sexiest in those. Though if you have an opinion on this, please let me know in the comments 🙂

P.P.S. I have two new releases: Testing Tom and A Taste of Paris. I hope you’ll check ’em out!

*****

Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women’s Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/gMQb9

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Soap Operas, Smut, and Sisterhood!

You know what my favorite part of writing is? Well, other than the hot bi guys who share and the whole falling in love and living happily ever after part. I love, love, love getting to write a cast of characters. You might be wondering what I mean by a ‘cast of characters.’ Well, I am referring to the supporting people in the story. It’s kind of like a soap opera (cheesy comparison, I know)—there’s one couple (in my case, grouping) you focus on, but there are a whole host of characters surrounding them. And you can’t help but eat these people all up—even though, in the scheme of things, they’re not really the reason you’re watching the show in the first place.

Now I know most consider these people to be ‘secondary characters.’ But for me, they’re not. These people are essential—to the story and the other characters. See, we don’t live in a world where it is all about us and our significant others. We have families and friends. And while we often want to strangle them (or at least, I do), we love them. We want them to be a part of our lives. So how could I write a book where there were no relationships outside the ménage? I couldn’t. And frankly, I wouldn’t.

That being said, I don’t write non-sexual relationships because I have to. No, I find great pleasure in writing relationships that I would love to have myself. For example, in my Sweet Serenity series, there are three women who have the kind of friendship I would have given anything to have growing up. Jaycee, Katie-Anne, and Shannon have been friends through thick and thin for as long as they can remember. And nothing and no one could tear them apart. To me, that’s a true gift. In The Doms of Kinky, Kansas, there is a social circle that I find fascinating. Now, I haven’t had time to reveal the inner complexities of this group’s relationship to everyone. Yet. After all, I have only written one book in that series. But still, these people have a deep, rich history. It’s not like they just magically showed up in Kinky and Poof! they’re friends. No, these people are with the people they care about. They came to town to be with these people, not just to move to a place where BDSM and ménage relationships run rampant. I find that level of commitment and unity in a friendship to be a true treasure.

As you can imagine, my next release Their Luscious Dream (Love in Luscious, KS #2) is no different. I have a huge cast of characters. Probably the biggest group yet. But it isn’t about the size. It’s about the selfless, unconditional, generous love they share with each other—all of them. They don’t say that Love knows no boundaries in Luscious for nothing. Everyone (yes, everyone) cares about everyone else. It doesn’t matter if its the sexy beasts who run The Luscious Lady (yeah, you know who I’m talking about…Sam, Brett, and Ethan), the hippie lady living in a tent in the park, the incense-loving man who drives the vintage VW bus as a cab, or the full-grown flower children that run the Paisley House. They all have an emotional connection. Even the boho trio who own and operate Nature’s Garden get in on the love. (No, not that kind of love, you naughty, naughty man or wicked, wicked woman!)

Of course, like in Serenity, I have a soft spot for three women in particular in Luscious. Now don’t get me wrong. These three are nothing like Jaycee, Katie-Anne, and Shannon. They aren’t supposed to be. No, these three are sisters. But they’re not just any sisters. They’re the sisters I would have wanted had I not been an only child. They are smart and sassy, smart-mouthed and perverted. They pick and prod at each other. They joke and play pranks—like in this scene from Their Luscious Dream:

“Excuse me, Tate,” Haven said, her voice sounding as smooth as melted butter and as sweet as candy. “Can I have this?” When her best friend nodded, she grabbed Harper’s made-from-scratch muffin off his plate and threw it at Athena’s head.

Athena bent sideways, effectively dodging the projectile whole grain bread, then laughed her ass off. Harper and Haven joined in, and half of the damned café clapped as though they were at the opera rather than in a café with deviant workers.

And they’re completely, totally, utterly honest with each other—brutally so. They’ve been known to call each other on their bullshit a lot. Like here in Their Luscious Dream:

“Peckerface,” Athena muttered, using Haven’s favorite insult when someone pissed her off.

“Hey, that’s my word,” Haven grumbled as she stole a banana from Tate’s plate. Her best friend didn’t even bat an eyelash at her theft. “And you can’t call Jagger that. He’s my brother, and I love him.”

Harper snorted. “Didn’t you call him a peckerfaced fucknugget last week?”

“He called me a name first,” Haven defended before biting into the banana in her hand.

“Yeah, he called you Haven Moon Kelley,” Harper countered before snagging Haven’s banana and taking a bite of her own.

Grinning, Haven waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t get technical, sis. Haven Moon Kelley is a name.”

Harper threw her hands up in a dramatic display of exasperation. “It’s your name!”

Haven attempted to take back her banana. But Harper dodged her.

For all their posturing, bickering, and blustering, these three would go to the end of the world for each other. They have each others’ back. Like in this teeny-tiny snippet (if you would call it that) from Their Luscious Dream:

 A hush rippled through the room. All eyes turned on Athena, who paled visibly. “I, uh, don’t know how to say this.”

“Say what?” Haven bent at the waist and propped her elbows on the stainless steel countertop. “You killed someone, and you need us to hide the body. If so, we’re going to need some supplies.” She hummed. “Wonder if Maverick keeps a wood chipper at The Catch All.”

In all honesty, I can’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy for their sisterhood. I wish I had that kind of relationship. But since I wasn’t blessed with sisters, I have found that living vicariously through these three has been the most beautiful (and hilarious) non-bedroom, non-sexual-love experience of my writing life—to date. I just hope that the people who read this book will feel a kinship with these three, too. And if not them, someone else. After all, I’m a character driven writer. And as a character writer, I want everyone to love the characters as much as I do. Okay, that might not be possible because I’m a bit…attached to them. LOL. But if one person out there cares for the characters even a tenth as much as I do, then I’ve done my job right.

So now that I’ve teased you, scroll down a little bit, and you’ll get a bigger and better glimpse into the world of Athena, Harper, and Haven!

Until next time…

Love and cherries,

-Mia

p.s. I’m running a contest in honor of the release of Their Luscious Dream on Monday, August 12th! For more information, follow this link: a Rafflecopter giveaway. By the way, one of the ways to earn an entry through Rafflecopter is to leave a comment here! 🙂

 

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Athena Xanthopoulos is on a mission. She’s moved to Luscious, Kansas to reconnect with the parents she doesn’t remember and meet the siblings she’d only dreamed of having. But she didn’t count on finding men like Sam Carrington, Ethan Bartlett, and Brett Monroe.

Sam, Ethan, and Brett love each other, and they’re committed to their marriage. Yet still, they dream of a family that includes a wife and children. Only they believe their dream is just that—a dream.

Then Athena walks in.

Now the men who’d felt their dream was out of reach see babies in the mysterious blonde’s eyes. And the woman who’s lived life as an outsider yearns to belong.

But Athena’s conservative childhood tells her what she craves is wrong. Can the men convince her sharing isn’t wrong but oh-so-deliciously right? Or will she hold onto what she knows, dashing the men’s dreams and dooming herself to a lifetime without the men she’s grown to love?

NOTE: This book is not stand-alone. To find out how the dream began for Sam, Brett, and Ethan check out Luscious Beginnings (MMM).

Special 69 Shades of Smut Excerpt

Athena whirled around. “You’re like a dog with a bone.”

“What’s with all this animal talk?” Harper asked as she returned from delivering food to one of the tables. “I hear one of you yapping about cats in heat and the other blabbering about dogs with bones. I don’t get it.”

“You don’t have to get it.” Haven tugged on her sister’s recently dyed hair. “I never get your crazy hair, so we’re even.” Letting go of the rainbow-colored strands, she winked. “I have to get back to work anyway. I would really hate to burn my buns.”

“I’ll burn your buns.” Athena’s lips tipped up into a smile. “With a hot baking sheet to the butt.”

Like Athena had hoped, her sarcasm didn’t fall on deaf ears.

“Excuse me, Tate,” Haven said, her voice sounding as smooth as melted butter and as sweet as candy. “Can I have this?” When her best friend nodded, she grabbed Harper’s made-from-scratch muffin off his plate and threw it at Athena’s head.

Athena bent sideways, effectively dodging the projectile whole grain bread, then laughed her ass off. Harper and Haven joined in, and half of the damned café clapped as though they were at the opera rather than in a café with deviant workers.

Only one person didn’t seem amused in any way, shape, or form—her brother, Jagger Blue Star Kelley. He was scowling at them from his counter on the opposite side of the serving area. As usual, Mr. Stick Up His Ass had his eyes trained on her. Not that that was surprising. He didn’t hide his distaste for her or her antics. “Get to work,” he barked.

Athena knew he was talking to her, not Harper or Haven. And he made it known to everyone in the dining room when he turned to the two sisters he’d grown up with and said in a much softer voice, “You, too.”

Athena didn’t flinch at his obvious snub. She didn’t even acknowledge him. She spun on her heel and headed to the sink where she washed her hands with water that was painfully hot. When she was done, she wiped her reddened hands and got back to work.

A short time later, Harper and Haven returned to her side. Both of them patted on her back, the strikes gentle and surprisingly soothing, and she sighed.

“Ignore Jagger. He’s such a douchenozzle sometimes,” Haven said.

Harper was far more defensive of their older brother. “He just doesn’t know you. Once he does, he’ll warm up to you. He’ll love you. Like we do.”

Guilt speared Athena in the chest. She should tell them who she was. She should—right here, right now, this very second. She even opened her mouth, but nothing came out.

Harper touched her chin then helped her shut her mouth. “It’s okay. We know. You don’t like him any more than he likes you.”

Wasn’t that the truth? She couldn’t stand Jagger. He treated her like crap. Every day, he tried to fire her for one reason or another. And every night at closing, he bitched at her for something she’d done. She was doing this wrong. Or she was doing that wrong. No matter what, she was in the wrong.

“Peckerface,” Athena muttered, using Haven’s favorite insult when someone pissed her off.

“Hey, that’s my word,” Haven grumbled as she stole a banana from Tate’s plate. Her best friend didn’t even bat an eyelash at her theft. “And you can’t call Jagger that. He’s my brother, and I love him.”

Harper snorted. “Didn’t you call him a peckerfaced fucknugget last week?”

“He called me a name first,” Haven defended before biting into the banana in her hand.

“Yeah, he called you Haven Moon Kelley,” Harper countered before snagging Haven’s banana and taking a bite of her own.

Grinning, Haven waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t get technical, sis. Haven Moon Kelley is a name.”

Harper threw her hands up in a dramatic display of exasperation. “It’s your name!”

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