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Hot Excerpt, The Sixth Lover by Alice Gaines

I just spent a crazy six weeks revising a book and writing a new novella.  What a way to enter Spring.  There’ll be much more about them in the coming months.  This month, I thought I’d treat you to an X-rated excerpt from one of my older books, The Sixth Lover

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Images of Pete’s rigid member haunted Carole’s dream. He was so huge, and her body craved him. No matter how hard she tried to take him inside her, his cock eluded her—always moving away at the last moment. She woke up in a state of excitement too powerful to ignore. So, as Thomas had instructed in his letter from months ago, she slipped her hand under the covers and pulled the hem of her nightgown up so that she could touch her mound. She gasped at the contact. Not what she’d sought in her dream, but the best she could do until one of the men could relieve the ache—assuming she found the audacity to ask one of them outright to fuck her. She had only met them the day before, after all.

 

As she let her mind drift back into the dream, a small sound penetrated the fog of arousal. Someone walking on the terrace just below her open window. Someone close enough to be listening to what went on in her room.

 

She walked to the window and looked out. Sure enough, Jean-Paul was standing on the terrace, staring over the wall at the garden and the vineyards in the distance. The moon shone brightly enough to show the black of his hair and the rigid set of his back. As she watched, he turned slowly and gazed up at her. Somehow, he’d known about her restlessness. Somehow, he’d guessed that she’d look out and find him. He wore the same half-amused expression on his face—as if he could read inside her and realize the height of her need for a lover.

 

No, not a lover with him. Something more complex. And yet, he was a man and had a cock. He’d watched her fellate his friend to orgasm. He had to have become aroused himself, no matter how much he’d try to hide it. Unless he’d had some relief since dinner, he’d fell the need for coupling as bad as she did. He did nothing to beckon her, though, but simply turned and gave her his back

 

Not bothering with a robe or slippers, she let herself out of her room and padded down the stairs. She had to go down a series of unfamiliar hallways, using her best sense of direction to find her way to the spot below her bedroom. A tall door stood ajar at a promising spot, so she let herself out through it. Yes, the terrace. Jean-Paul leaned against the stone wall a few yards away, so she went to him and took a spot beside him.

 

“You should sleep in the nude while you’re here,” he said without moving his stare from the distance. “We might want to visit you.”

 

“Isn’t this a visit?”

 

“I couldn’t sleep,” he answered.

 

“I couldn’t, either.” She moved closer to him so that her shoulder nearly met his. “I imagine we’re both restless for the same reason.”

 

He shrugged.  “Pete’s probably sleeping soundly. He always does.”

 

“And the staff?”

 

“Safe in their own quarters.” He moved finally, stepping behind her. Still not touching her, he reached around and rested his hands on the wall. Until then, the night air had felt warm enough, but now his body heat seeped into her skin. Denied until now, her poor sex moistened in anticipation. He breathed deeply as if he could smell her musk, the evidence that she wanted him.

 

“Have you ever watched cats mate?” he asked.

 

“I never kept pets.”

 

“They don’t look as if they’re enjoying it,” he said. “You’d think they were fighting except for the way the female lifts her ass into the air to tempt him.”

 

Finally, he did touch her, putting his palms on her buttocks. Not unlike the way he’d touched her when she’d come down for dinner, but now he kneaded the flesh. “You’ve been tempting me with this since you came into the house.”

 

“You’re the one who left that dress on the bed.”

 

His hands went lower, still squeezing. His fingers slipped between her thighs. Even from behind like this, they neared her sex enough to squeeze the lips and put pressure on her clitoris. More wetness seeped from her, dampening the cloth of her gown enough that he’d have to feel it.

 

“Damned clothing,” he muttered. He fumbled with the tie of his robe and then gathered up the skirt of her gown in his fists.

 

Yes. Now, he’d do something. He’d either touch her or fuck her. She’d come either way. Finally, his cock pressed against her bare skin. Not as large as Pete’s, but rock hard and hot enough to sear its imprint into her flesh. She whimpered with need. Just like in her dream—the hardness so close but not inside her.

 

“The male cat holds his female down, covering her with his body. She accepts his roughness. It excites her.” He parted her legs, stepped between them, and drove his rod up into her. No tenderness. No caresses. No soft words. Just what she wanted. She didn’t even have to look at him. She could just take and take and take.

 

Without breaking their union, he pressed her hands against the rocks of the wall and covered them with his own. His cock went right on moving inside her. Harder and deeper. Like the cat, she arched her back to offer him maximum penetration. He whispered a string of French as he kept shoving himself inside her. No translation necessary, the meaning came through. Soft, sweet, and nasty, the words told the story of males and females in heat. Coming together in the most primitive way possible.

 

As his thrusts grew more savage, he pushed on her hands so hard that the stones pressed into the flesh of her palms. She wouldn’t complain, though. She wouldn’t do anything to slow him. The climax was too close—coiling deep in her belly. She clenched her sex down on him, seeking more friction. In response, he grunted and ground himself against her with each thrust.

 

“Don’t stop,” she whispered. “Please, don’t stop.”

 

He bit her shoulder, right through her gown. Truly animal now. Both of them.

 

“Come,” he whispered.

 

“Yes…yes.”

 

He let out a growl and continued thrusting. To steady herself, she kept her palm firm against the stones of the wall. “Fuck me.”

 

“Like this?” he said as he drove himself deeper inside her.

 

“Yes, damn it. More.” Just a little more. Close, so close. She tensed as every nerve caught fire. She would come now. “Keep fucking me.”

 

He did. Hard. Her sex exploded in violent orgasm, clamping down on him in waves. She screamed as the power of it stole her consciousness of anything but her pussy and the hard male flesh that plunged into it. He roared as he came with her and thrust so hard he nearly pounded her into the wall. Savage and sublime at the same time.

 

It left her aching when it ended—physically and mentally. Her palms hurt from scraping against stone. Her shoulder stung from Jean-Paul’s bite. Her pussy felt sore even as it continued sending aftershocks around his softening cock. Most of all, her mind screamed that she shouldn’t have enjoyed that.

 

Jean-Paul had shown her no tenderness.  He still didn’t. He slumped against her, breathing hard. Not a sweet word or a gentle touch. He’d truly fucked her the way animals rutted, and yet, he’d given her the most powerful orgasm of her life. How could she not want more of the same? Sex like that could become an opiate.

 

After a bit, he sighed and pulled out of her, leaving her sex empty and wet with juices from both of them. He didn’t move away but stood with his hands on her shoulders. Now, they both looked out over the land that had been in his family for generations. The dark garden and the rows of grape vines that had heard their cries of release.

 

“Ah, bien,” he whispered. “You did well, cherie.”

 

“I did?”

 

“Yes.” He kissed the spot he’d bitten. “The mousse au chocolat. Very creative.”

 

“You mean with Pete.” She looked over her shoulder, but his face lay in darkness too deep for her to read his expression.

 

“I could tell he enjoyed it tremendously.”

 

She turned her face away from him. He might as well have just slapped her with that “compliment.” Only a moment ago, he’d climaxed inside her, and he only praised her performance with his friend.

 

Bastard. He had climaxed, and he’d shouted loudly enough to wake up the dead. Maybe Pete had heard. Maybe the servants had. He could give her the back of his hand with his words, but his animal roar told the truth. He’d come as hard as she had.  He only wanted to deny it for some reason.

 

She smoothed her hair and walked away from him without a word.

 

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#AmazonGiveaway for A Cowboy’s Pleasure by @AnitaPhilmar

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A Cowboy’s Pleasure

Naked Bluff, Texas series

Book 5

 Giveaway link https://giveaway.amazon.com/p/f4d281bb3549975d

Blurb–

Having traveled across the country to escape the war between the states, John Bristol Smith needs a job, any job.

Told of a potential job, he arrives at the interview with high expectation. Nothing, however, in his life prepared him for the nature of this assignment. Tess Van Pelt wants excitement and she means to have it.

Her husband is more than willing to pay for whatever she wants and she wants John.

Is this a job or a fantasy?

 

 

Excerpt :

“Oh, no, I plan to keep that sweet mouth of hers busy.” Gab dropped to his knees, putting him at the perfect height beside her. He feed his thick cock to her. “Lick me, baby, I want John to see how good you are a pleasing a man.”

She leered at John and spread her legs, giving him a bull’s eye view of her moist pussy. “Now, Gab, you know he’s not interested in me sucking on his cock. He only wants to fuck my twat.”

John had to agree. The erotic pleasure of kissing her intimate lips had him forgetting his duty of removing her shoes. Instead, he dove for the decadent treat of feeding on her wet folds. He wrapped his hands around her thighs and dropped his head between her legs. The alluring scent of her sex drew him in like a lure, robbing him of the desire to do anything other than cover her weeping entrance with his mouth. The succulent heat excited his taste buds. He licked her slit, driving his tongue deep into the captivating center.

Tess groaned and rocked her hips.

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Character Interview: John Bristol Smith

Please give a warm welcome to John Bristol Smith from A Cowboy’s Pleasure by Anita Philmar today as we sit down and see what makes him tick.

 

Q: So tell us about yourself. What got you in the crosshairs for your author?

 

Oh, Anita, she fell in love with me while writing A Country Doctor’s Bride, which is not out yet because she stopped to write A Cowboy’s Pleasure. You see she liked the idea of me a bad boy. In truth, I was simply looking for a job. Can I help it if that job is to give a woman pleasure?

 

Q: What was it that drew you to your mate?  Don’t have a mate. Don’t want one at the moment, but I sure could fall for someone like Tess Van Pelt. Luck for me her husband doesn’t mind sharing so we can have some real fun.

 

Q: What’s your favorite type of naughty fun?  Before meeting the Van Pelts, I would have said taking my love outside in an open field, but the Van Pelts have shown me how much fun a threesome can be. Can’t wait until I’m invited back to do it again.

 

 

Q: Boxers, briefs or Commando on a man? commando – boxers and brief were really used much in the 1860s and being rather on the poor side of the fence. I usually go without.

Q: If a woman wants to seduce you, what’s one sure fire trick they can do to seduce you? Just reach for the buttons of her dress and show me the sweet swell of her breasts. I want to release my holy poker and nail her right then and there.

 

Q: What is the one place on a woman’s body that you know will drive them wild-in and out of bed?  Oh, women are very sensual beings. I love kissing them from tip of their nose to the toes, with a few detours along the way. I enjoy sucking on their nipples, clit and tasting their sweet cream.

 

Q: What was one of the most embarrassing things your author did to you in A Cowboy’s Pleasure?  Had me rush the moment with Tess. I mean with the lady lying in front of me naked, how could I not dive for a taste of her pussy and lick her moist center.

 

Hope you enjoy,

Anita

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Cowboy, Nirvana, handcuffs, oh my–Rhonda Lee Carver

by Rhonda Lee Carver

I’m putting the last touches on my newest cowboy, Dodge. He is the hero of Cowboy is Mine, Book 5 of Cowboys of Nirvana.

Krista shows up at Nirvana, not for vacation, for a divorce. Yet when she sees her husband for the first time in ten years, she can’t think of dissolution papers and freedom. She wants to saddle the cowboy and ride down memory lane with her stud.

Dodge has no intention of signing those papers–at least not at the moment. Krista is as hot as a pot of oil over a fire and he plans to show her that he has as much endurance and amazing moves as a cowboy as he had when he was a pro football player. His wife has a thing for role playing and she’s looking for  ideas for a new book. He’ll be more than happy to make his bedroom their stage.

When a bombshell guest wants to sink her claws into Dodge’s back, Krista makes it clear, “Cowboy is Mine”– at least temporarily. If she’s jealous, that means she cares…and Dodge’ll take what he can get. He has something up his sleeve that’ll create a twist in their relationship and put all of his NFL moves to shame.

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Watch for Dodge and Krista this spring!

Also, I have a few other things in the works…

PRIDE & PLEASURE is up for Pre-order! Releasing March 28th.

Here’s an excerpt:

“Go ahead, make an excuse, but I think you care, not only for Danni, but for Max too. No doubt, you have a tremendous amount of love for your sister. Now, I know you want me—”

“More than you can imagine, sweetheart.” His cock twitched. “It’s obvious you want me too.”

“That’s not what I was going to say,” she huffed. “Wow, some imagination you have. I’ll admit that I did want you, but upstairs, earlier, I wanted nothing more but for you to leave me alone,” she said through tight lips.

Lowering his head, he was within an inch of her ear when he whispered, “This’ll be the second time I’ve asked you not to lie to me. You’re not good at it, love.” He could see her bottom lip tremble.

“And if I lie again, what will you do? Fire me? I’m here for Angelina, remember? Or will you try to bully me with your heavy handed ways? You did say once that you always get what you want, but you should understand that I can’t be bought.” She turned, meeting his gaze head on. Her heated expression made his cock come fully alive.

“When have I ever tried using money to influence you, my dear? If it’s such a heart break to accept the money offered for your service, then kindly deny it.” He smiled.

“I won’t sleep with you,” she whispered, but the sparkle in her eye told him she didn’t quite believe her own words. “I’m sure Selena will gladly work her magic.”

“I have half a mind to strip you naked and bend you over my knee.” He took a tendril of her hair and wrapped it around his finger. “A good swat on that nice ass would do you a bit of good.”

She exhaled. “How dare you!”

He let the wisp of hair drop. “How dare I? Come now, sweetheart. You can’t hide the glint of curiosity filling your pale blues. I think it’s you who can’t decide if you’re the innocent cellist or the naughty musician. Admit the truth. You’d like my touch on your bottom, and other delicate places.” He subtly ran his fingers down her bare arm and clasped her slender wrist.  “I’d like to run my fingers over every soft curve and explore you with my lips and tongue.” He lifted his hand, brushing his fingers along her cheek, not caring if people saw. “I’d spank you into submission and you’d beg me for more.”

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Do you have long commutes? Growing tired of the same songs on the radio being played over and over until you can’t stand hearing it again? This is for you…

Cowboy Paradise, Book 1 of Cowboys of Nirvana, will be available in audio very soon! Watch for Ben’s story. The others will follow…

 

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It’s Here! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

I’m excited to announce that Makin’ It Right, Book 1 in my Hotel Rendezvous series, is now available for 99 cents at all vendors. Woot!

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Makin’ It Right
Hotel Rendezvous Book 1
by Dalton Diaz

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Welcome to the Menger Hotel. Where a Hotel Rendezvous isn’t always as it seems.

High School reunions are supposed to be about seeing how your classmates fared in the real world. For Jenn Bailey, it’s nothing more than good business for her beauty parlor.

Until it means her first love is coming back to town.

Eric Somers is a man on a mission. His biggest regret is not manning up after an embarrassing first time in the sack. Heading back to San Antonio for his ten-year reunion is the perfect opportunity to apologize…and maybe show Jenn Bailey he’d learned a thing or two between the sheets.

Excerpt:

The only thing that would feel better would be skin on skin. The chair was wide, and Jenn used it to her advantage by getting onto her knees, kicking off her heels in the process. It didn’t leave her as fully in his lap as before, but she had use of her hands. She went straight for the buttons of his dress shirt.

She’d seen his chest before, had felt every inch of it beneath her fingers. What was revealed with the release of each button was familiar yet different in subtle ways that made her ache to explore further. His breathing became more ragged, and he watched from lowered lids as she finally spread the open halves of his shirt.

His muscles were harder and more defined, his nipples slightly darker, tempting points. He had a bit more hair across his pecs than before, a smattering darker and thicker than that on his head.

This was a man’s chest. One she found very enticing.

The hair below his belly button was thicker and darker now, too. She followed that path with the tip of her finger until halted by his dress pants and belt.

“Oh shit,” he swore under his breath.

Jenn wasn’t sure he was aware he’d said it aloud as he let go of her waist and clutched the sides of the chair. She stopped moving in his lap, needing her concentration. There was so much to explore, and she didn’t want to miss a thing.

She pushed the shirt down to his wrists. “Leave it there,” she demanded before he could let go to remove it.

“Want your dress off,” he grated.

“Not yet.”

His eyes opened all the way, and he focused on her for a moment, then he closed them again on a groan as she began her exploration, starting at the hollow of his neck. She took her time over every inch, taking special care at his pecs, tracing the veins in his arms, his dark nipples. She loved making the muscles in his chest and arms flex with the varying strength of his grip on the chair. He trembled a few times and quickly brought it under control until she once more circled his bellybutton and traced the trail to his pants.

This time she didn’t stop at his belt buckle. She had it undone in two seconds flat, and he sucked in a sharp breath as she manipulated the button of his slacks.

Then she very carefully lowered his zipper.

“Jenn. Your dress,” he gasped between breaths. “I’m losing it. So pretty. Don’t want to…rip it.”

She looked up to find his eyes on her, the lust in his gaze making all five feet of her feel like a sexual Amazon. With a slow smile, she lowered the hidden zipper at her side and reached down to where the hem was bunched at her hips. Then she drew the dress over her head and tossed it to the floor.

He groaned and met and held her gaze like a lifeline. “I like this. I mean, I really like this, but I don’t know how much longer I can stand it. You have to come first.”

That didn’t make any sense. Unless he thought she wasn’t enjoying what she was doing? He couldn’t be more wrong. “Do you want me to stop?”

“No. God no! Just know that when I reach the end of my rope, I’m going to haul you over to that bed.”

“Well, that sounds good, too, but I am enjoying myself.” She ran her finger over the impressive, cloth-covered ridge that bulged between the open plackets of his slacks. “Honest.”

Oh fuck.” He looked away for a moment and took several deep breaths. “Please, Jenn. I don’t want to blow it with you again.”

Oh! He’d meant physically come first. The realization brought a warm bloom to her cheeks. She’d been so focused on her own success outside her comfort zone that she’d forgotten they were both trying to rewrite their history.

In his case, she had to come first.

“Understood,” she assured him. “But I want to keep going until the very last second you can stand it.”

He nodded his agreement. “I’m close, Jenn. Really close.”

“I like that. I mean, I really like that,” she said with a grin, throwing his words back at him.

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Cover Reveal–Rhonda Lee Carver

There is something amazingly sexy about confident men who have money and power.

I’ve started a new series, The KNIGHT Brothers. These five brothers, and one sister, are from the same bloodline, but they are as different as night and day. After their father passes away and leaves each of them a house in different parts of the country, they believe that once again he’s used his money to influence their future negatively.

Theobald Knight wasn’t a hero father, but he did know best. Each inheritance holds a key to the past, present and future. From vineyards to lake houses to haunted mansions to a recluse living on a mountain who rides a Harley…you’ll meet these brothers who are brilliant, beautiful, arrogant and have ‘prideful swagger’.  Although sister, Angelina Knight, dies early on in the series, she plays a significant role that will change her brothers’ life and have them living a life they never thought possible.

 

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Blurb:

Avary Pine plays the cello like an angel.

One evening after a performance, she is attacked outside of the theater and is left without the use of her hand.

Fast forward three years. After grueling physical therapy and living and breathing the cello, Avary is determined to become the musician she once was.  Her music coach encourages her to start playing in the public again. Problem is, the mind doesn’t heal as fast as the body. Each time she closes her eyes she is filled with memories of the attack.

Out of money and in a career rut, she accepts an offer to play at a dinner party at the Knight Estate. Baby steps back into the musical world.

Reserved, intimidating, rich Victor Knight reluctantly invites  unworldly, mousy Avary to his estate–but he’s in for a shock. Nothing about her is mousy. The last thing he needs is to get involved with a sweet, free-spirited cellist, but why can’t he resist? She cramps his bachelor lifestyle, and he’s never been happier.

Can they leave the baggage at the door and learn to trust? Or will their past poison their future?

UNEDITED Excerpt:

Avary leaned against him, realizing how close she’d been to falling face first on the ceramic tiles. Her embarrassment didn’t last long. It was exchanged for something else—something entirely delicious and haunting. He continued to hold her, her back pressed against his iron hard chest and lean hips. His scent swirled under her nostrils, reminding her of a fresh load of laundry coming out of the dryer—clean and fresh. There was also a hint of body wash—spice and musk. All entwined together made an aphrodisiac for her senses. Her knees weakened and allowed him to steady her.

“That was close,” he whispered near her ear, his breath sweeping across her cheek.

He didn’t release her and she didn’t move. Instead, he lifted his hand to her jaw and slowly brushed his knuckles across her skin, tracing the line to where her pulse beat rapidly in the hollow at her neck. His fingers moved along her shoulder, examining the trembling flesh, gliding the tip of one finger over the tiny strap that held the top of the gown in place.  He tucked his thumb underneath and gradually tugged it. The gown slipped low onto one breast. Her nipples turned to solid pearls. He skated his thumbs down her arm and she shivered, a whimper escaping her quivering lips. His breath grew hotter against her nape, his chest lifting and falling raggedly. He nuzzled her neck, his sandpapery beard rasped her sensitive flesh, but quickly forgotten when he brushed his lips against her ear lobe, lower to the spot where her neckline met her shoulder. She was at a loss, uncertain what she should do. She couldn’t move for fear that she would land on her face. And her body liked his touch, enjoyed how he erupted a cluster of sensations through her, over her, around her.

She felt his gentle touch on her wrist—the hand with the scar. She moaned in refusal, but he continued to take her hand into his, sliding his fingers along the length of hers, his thumb tracing the puffy red line. Sparks traveled up her arm and all she could do was stand there, allowing him to coax forbidden sensations within her.  He brought her hand to his mouth and he kissed the spot where the scar was reddest, where the knife had first entered her flesh, the deepest cut. Then he traced the line with the tip of his tongue, upward from her palm, over her sensitive wrist and stopping where the scar ended, kissing her again. Her veins quaked and her heart skipped ten beats. She’d never been held with such tenderness, with such emotion.

Watch for release in APRIL!

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My Valentine’s Day and 99 cent Sale!

I think my husband, aka Stud, is a very lucky man when it comes to Valentine’s Day. He can’t buy me chocolate – I’m allergic. He can’t buy me flowers – I’m allergic. (Plus, I’d get really mad at him for spending money on something that costs a lot and lasts a week at best.)

I do like going out to eat, but not during holiday times with big crowds and feeling rushed as the next wave of people breathe down your neck. So what’s left?

Cheap and easy. Yup, that’s me.

For our very first Valentine’s Day, back when we were first dating, I had to attend a funeral of a close family friend. Stud came over to my house later that night, bearing homemade lasagna. Over the years, we’ve come up with different variations of this, with one or the other taking the reins. It kind of depends who needs the other to step up more at the time.

This Sunday will be our 27th Valentine’s Day together. It’s one of the years that I’m stepping up because I have a need. I need to cook and have it matter. Since we became empty nesters, my cooking has done a bit of a slide. I still love to do it, but it’s just not necessary to put full meals on the table every night for two people.

Well, this weekend, my son is bringing two of his college roommates home with him for something that has nothing to do with Valentine’s Day, but I get to fill the house with good food. These poor guys have existed on really bad college food (most is bad, theirs is REALLY bad) for months. I get to change that this weekend. Strange as it sounds, Happy Valentine’s Day to me!

Gods Gone Wild on sale for 99 cents through Valentine’s Day!

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Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Two Gods are in big trouble with Zeus. Gods will be gods and when these two taunt a fire goddess for their own entertainment, she erupts, literally, creating a whole new Hawaiian island. But Zeus is not amused and must teach them a lesson they won’t forget. Who knew their punishment would lead to finding the loves of their lives?

Great Zeus by Dalton Diaz
Epimetheus knows he screwed up. Well, he knows it since Zeus pointed it out with a lightning bolt or two. He’s willing to take his punishment like a Titan, but all bets are off when his beloved dead wife Pandora shows up. Pandy has no memory of him. Epimetheus has no powers, and no forethought. What could possibly go wrong?

Oh My God by Ashlyn Chase
Rewritten and expanded version of 2009 Eppie nominee, same title

The Greek God of wine, women, and party, falls off a balcony during Mardi Gras in New Orleans. Now he has amnesia. All he knows is that they call him ‘Big D’, he drinks too much and ought to give up alcohol for Lent.

Mandy and Brenda flashed Dionysus right before he fell. They’re nice enough to take him to an AA meeting, and then back to their homes until he recovers his memory. Fortunately, they’re not too nice to be naughty.

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What makes a story erotic? By Alice Gaines

What makes a story erotic?  Lots of hot-hot love scenes?  Well, sure, you need to have those.  But what separates the really sexy from the truly erotic is the erotic premise.

The erotic premise is the backbone of the story that threads sex throughout every scene and every page.  An erotic premise ensures that the entire story is about sex.  It’s an idea or concept that makes your story revolve around the sexual relationships with the characters.  Let me give you some examples:

You could write a story about a woman who needs a man to escort her to a family wedding weekend.  They could find themselves sharing a room by mistake and they could have fantastic sex.  Good sexy story.

Now make the woman a reporter who wants to attend a Get to Know Your Sexuality weekend and has to have a partner.  Can you see how the sexual tension will be high from beginning to end, even if the characters are reluctant to have sex at the beginning?

Another example:  You could have a man who comes to a woman in her dreams.  Or, instead, you could write about a creature who feeds off the energy of a woman’s erotic dreams.  The second is definitely more erotic.

Here are a few erotic premises I’ve used.

A young and inexperienced person approaches a more sophisticated person and asks to be taught how to be good in bed.  I’ve done this with both an inexperienced woman and with an inexperienced man paired with an older woman.tutored lover

 

In another story, my hero pretends to be a worker in an exclusive sex club for women in order to win back the ex-wife he never stopped loving.

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I enjoyed that setting so much, I wrote a whole series of novellas in a women’s sex club.

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In Heat Rises, two people who almost became lovers find themselves confined to a small, mountain cabin in a snow storm.  The idea of people cooped up with their desires became the series Cabin Fever.

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Thinking up sexual premises is great fun.  Do it some day when you need some inspiration for a story!

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Time to Write-Lynn Chantale

Happy New Year and all that jazz. This year started off well enough. Already our family is dealing with the death of a couple of beloved family members. That’s the bad news. The good news — yes, there’s good news — is I’m writing again.

I’ve a few projects to finish. A really cool thing that’s happening is I’m writing for a Web series slated to debut in March. While I’m taking the next six weeks off from school. I plan to make good use of that time. I managed a day job. I’m a blogger now. Pretty cool and not the direction I saw my writing career going.

However, I haven’t forgotten my roots. Romance is in my blood, even if I’m not romantic. So I got to poking around my laptop and realized I had a Valentine’s story waiting to be re-released. Remember The Designer’s Bride? It’s okay if you don’t. It was in an anthology a few years ago and the publisher closed that same year. Anyway, it’s up on Amazon for pre-order and I was able to add back the paragraph that was cut because it was too erotic.

Here’s a little snippet of The Designer’s Bride.

Jordan has planned the perfect wedding, only one catch, the bride hasn’t said yes.

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

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Jordan Carlisle wore a groove in the oak floor, the glossy finish scuffing each time he rocked back on his heels to change directions or paused to mutter. He frowned, turning his attention to the outdoors and away from the small box in his hand. A perpetual flow of white poured from the sky. The crisp, clean scent of winter air drifted through the open window and a few flakes settled on the sill. He hoped Elisabeth wasn’t out in this weather. But he couldn’t wait to see her.

The past two weeks of missing the love of his life had been sheer hell. Even with the numerous fashion shows, gathering samples, or being interviewed by various media outlets, he still felt the pang of her absence. Emails and video-conferencing couldn’t diminish the ache of loneliness. Traveling was part of being a successful clothing designer, but what he really wanted was to hold Elisabeth close to his heart, and whisper how much he loved her in her ear. Of course, if she was naked and beneath him, all the better.

Jordan had sent her flowers this morning. She had yet to let him know if she received them. If anything, he hoped she remembered the last time he gave her roses. A smile creased his lips. He couldn’t wait to see her…which brought him back to the box in his hand. This evening needed to be special. No matter what else happened, their time together had to be perfect. Maybe once he proposed and Elisabeth accepted, her father would leave her alone.

He drew in a breath. “Women are to be cherished and respected.  Pampered and pleased.  Never made to cry and above all else, loved beyond any rational belief.” He ran his agitated fingers over his close-cropped curls, sighing. Those words were so lame.

The hinge creaked when he opened the lid and stared at the three-stone, Asscher-cut diamond. Tiny baguettes framed the center jewel, making the brilliance and fire of the ring much more potent. Elisabeth made him feel like this ring, endless, classy, and rich. He closed the lid with a snap and resumed pacing. He loved her. He knew from the first time he laid eyes on her, but would she still love him after she learned the truth?

Pre-Order Link: Amazon

Until next time, Indulge Your Inner Desires

Lynn Chantale

 

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Spanking Romances – Anna Lund

At first, I didn’t think I could write “spanking romances.” I didn’t think I wanted to write “spanking romances.” I mean, I had written spanking often in the erotic romances I wrote under my other pen name. But just a “spanking romance”-  why would I want to write that?

But that’s when I realized that a spanking romance isn’t just about spanking. It’s a story about characters falling in love, like any other romance. It’s about a firm hand applied to a backside which impacts the relationship (pun intended).

As I delved further into the sub-genre, I discovered that there are a couple of different angles the spanking can take. First, there is the theme of Domestic Discipline. In these stories, the couples develop what might be considered an “old-fashioned” relationship, where the man steers the attitude of the woman, or punishes misbehaving or dangerous behavior, with a good hard spanking. While some modern women may take offense to this activity, it is clear that for this couple, in this story, it is what these people need. The woman may need some convincing, but in the end she agrees it is what she need, and the acknowledgement solidifies their relationship. Whether you enjoy reading stories of domestic discipline or not, don’t judge those who don’t agree with your opinion.

I learned long ago not to judge. As long as the activity is mutually consensual, it’s fine with me!

I write erotic romances where the spankings enhance a sexual relationship. Often, the spanking may begin as a punishment (always for good reason!) but the pain soon turns to pleasure and the woman is aroused and the man is turned on and all sorts of fun takes place. I did this often before I heard the term “spanking romance” and before I discovered Blushing Books. I just contracted my second romance with Blushing Books. They are the first two of a series. Stay tuned here to find out more about the series.

Spanking may be involved!

Anna

www.annalundauthor.com

 

 

 

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Cover Reveal! Makin’ It Right by Dalton Diaz

Yes, I finally have a new book coming out! Makin’ it Right will be available to the public after March 1, 2016. Prior to that, it will be available at the Wild Wicked Weekend book signing Feb. 27th  at the Menger Hotel in San Antonio, 2:30 – 5 pm. The book signing is open to the public. If you’re in the area, come on down!

More details on Makin’ It Right to follow, when edits are complete. For now…perf5.000x8.000.indd

Also lurking on the horizon, deets on 3 books that will revert to me on Feb. 18! 2016 is starting out with a bang!

Dalton Diaz

http://www.DaltonDiaz.com

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