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How to Get a Man Hot – or How to Get a Hot Man!

Food. Yep, that’s the secret word. Food can spice up your love life, whether you’ve been married for thirty years, or dating for three days.

My first date with Kick was Thanksgiving Day many, many years ago. He couldn’t get home to the farm for the holiday, and I was invited to my parent’s house, but who wants to eat with the family when you can show off and cook for a hunk!

My mother was a great cook, as was her mother, so I had a lot of hands-on experience. I bought the turkey and all the trimmings – the exact same thing I’d help Mom and Grandma make since I was a girl.

I know what you’re waiting for – you’re thinking it turned out terrible. Nope, it was perfect. The turkey, stuffing, gravy, potatoes, sweet potatoes, cranberries, green bean casserole, rolls, pumpkin pie, and pecan pie all turned out delicious. (I started cooking after work on Wednesday, and I don’t remember sleeping at all that night.)

He was incredibly impressed (especially since his mother couldn’t cook.) That night we shared our first kiss, and it’s been wonderful and happy ever since. A few years ago, on his birthday, he walked in the house and I was cooking his favorite sausage from his favorite Italian grocery store to put on a pizza – one of his favorite foods. His lids lowered, his eyes darkened, and he said, “I don’t think I’ve ever wanted you more.”

Of course, after eating all that homemade pizza and drinking beer, there wasn’t a lot of hanky panky going on that night, but I love turning him on with a sensual, delicious meal.

What are your favorite foods – the ones you use to lure in a hot lover?

Here’s an excerpt from the soon-to-be re-released Chase and Seduction, Book 1 of the Hot Cowboy Series:

“Now, for dessert.” Three silver bowls sat huddled together.

He groaned and patted his stomach. “I don’t think I could eat another thing.”

She smiled. “This will be my treat.” Lifting the spoon out of a bowl, she drizzled a thick, dark liquid back into it. “Warm chocolate.” She lifted the spoon out of the second. “Whipped cream.”

“Oh baby. Tell me you got cherries, too.”

“Uh huh.” She grinned and popped a stemmed Maraschino in her mouth, worked her jaw, then pulled out the stem, tied into a knot with her tongue.

“Talented woman.” He looked down as his cock rose up. The rest of him craved a quick nap, but the idea of Reno smearing then licking him with that clever tongue of hers was too much to resist. He quickly kicked off the sheet and rearranged himself on the pillows to watch. “Another fantasy of yours?”

“Something I read in a romance novel.” She took care, testing the chocolate, making sure it was the right temperature. The chocolate thickened as it cooled, and she brought the bowl to his side of the bed. She used the back of the spoon to paint his cock in warm, thick chocolate.

The sensation sent chills across his skin, cooling him everywhere but his hard shaft. As she sat back and he caught a glimpse of her handiwork, a laugh escaped him. “This is something I never thought I’d see between my legs.”

“Sexy, isn’t it? It’s like a monument to your penis.”

“My home town could erect it.” He gave her a smirk.

“Oh.” She grimaced. “You didn’t really say that.” She stood.

“Hey, where are you going?” He pointed to his package. “You’re not done here, are you?”

“No.” Her word was practically a purr. “There’s more.” She took the last two bowls and climbed on the bed, sitting between his legs. “Whipped cream.” She loaded the spoon. “To cool you down.” Spreading it on his balls, she watched his face.

The combination of hot shaft and cold balls proved wildly sensual. His sack compressed close to his body, and he gave in to the extreme sensations of the contrast.

She held up a cherry, plucked it from its stem, and set it on top of his cock. “Mmm. My new favorite dessert.” Then she licked a path from the middle of his balls all the way up his shaft and sucked the cherry—and his head—into her mouth.

“Oh baby.” He couldn’t take his eyes off her sweet face enjoying what she was doing to his cock. Like a volcano ready to erupt, his groin heated and quaked.

Within minutes, she’d licked, sucked, nibbled, and kissed him clean. “Now.” She looked at him with passion-darkened eyes. “I’m going to finish you off.”

Her promise sent burning heat flowing like lava up his spine. “No argument here.”
Hope your weekend is hot!
Randi
“Rode Hard and Put Up Satisfied”
RandiAlexander.com
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A Dirty Thanksgiving

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

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

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

Stuffing the turkey:

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

Talk of pie:

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

Dirty Rice:

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

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

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