Author's Corner with Elaine Raco Chase #blogtalkradio

Check out Author's Corner with Elaine Raco Chase to hear from a variety of Naughty Nights Press authors, including me! I was shaking and nervous the whole time. Can you tell? Leave a comment if you have any other questions to ask me, or for the other NNP authors! I'll pass them along.

#Advent 25 - Pinnacle

The second stroke took nearly his entire length. He couldn't see himself for her nose and hair pressed up to his belly. His cock throbbed, his balls ached. He pulled against the cuffs once more before crying out.
He seemed to explode. The room became dark for a moment with stars flashing in his vision. It only lasted a second. Then he was looking down at Mandy, her mouth sliding up and down as she swallowed every drop shooting from him. Her swallow tightened her mouth around him and he groaned, his knees starting to shake again.
As soon as she noticed that, she let go of his cock. "Sit," she said, grabbing his wrists and pulling down. "Relax." Then she found the release on the cuffs. He couldn't see where it had been, but they opened and he immediately brought his hands around to embrace her, to pull her into his lap.
 "Thank you," he said, putting his lips to hers. "Now it's your turn." He scooped her up and tossed her onto the bed, his lips starting at her toes. After all, he had just come. He could take all the time in the world now. Mandy seemed to realize this and trembled.

Rob liked this game. Merry Christmas! That's the end. Unless you want to watch Rob slowly tease Mandy to mind-blowing orgasm, but I think it might take us into January. ;) If you missed any part of the story, this will take you back to the beginning and each day will have a link to the next. Thanks so much for joining me on this slow reveal.

#Advent 24 - Warm and wet

She straightened a little, rising up on her knees, and took his head into her mouth.
His wrists ached from pulling on the cuffs, but he did it again, wanting to sink his hands into her dark curly hair. He wanted to hold her head as he thrust into her mouth and throat. However, he was a slave to her desires, her speed.
She wasn't disappointing, stroking him with her hand while holding his tip in her mouth. It wasn't as warm and wet as being completely in her mouth would be, but damn it felt good. Especially after being kept on the edge so long.
"Yes," he told her, his hips thrusting into her hand and mouth. "I'm going to come soon." He couldn't hold back.
 She let go long enough to say, "I didn't expect you would." Then she leaned forward, her mouth dropping over him. She took easily half of him in that first stroke before backing up and swallowing. Her hand continued to slide over him. She set up to do the same again and he felt his balls tightening, watching his cock disappear into her mouth.

#Advent 23 - Honesty

"Are you okay?" she asked, her grip on him loosening very slightly.
His heart, racing in his chest, seemed to skip a beat before he was able to answer. "Fine. I'm glad I played along. You are incredible, Mandy. I've never had anyone draw it out like this. I've never lasted this long. I'll do anything you say, as long as you let me come soon."
He hadn't meant to say all of that, but once the words started they just kept falling from his lips. "You can make me do anything. I want to see you smile the way you do when obey. I want to please you."
Her hand tightened again. "You do please me," she said, her voice low and husky. "You have pleased me very much." Then she opened her mouth and her tongue slipped out lick the new drops leaking from him. They seemed endless and he wondered how much he would spurt when the release finally came.

#Advent 22 - Rewards

She looked up at him from her knees and he started to sink to the bed, wanting to look into her eyes. She slapped the back of his thigh and he straightened on his feet again. She sighed quietly. "All right. I guess you've earned it." She wrapped her hand around his cock and he thought he might cry in relief.
Her hand was soft and her grip firm. He could feel the tension though his entire erection. That first stroke made him groan and his knees wobble.
"You have been such a good boy," she said, stroking again. "I always wanted to do this, but you're the first who was willing to play this long." She stroked him once more and his eyes rolled back, his hips thrusting into her hand.
When he looked down next, she seemed concerned.

#Advent 21 - Begging

"Please, Mandy," he said. Her finger continued to circle while his hips thrust. He swayed where he stood, sure he was going to lose balance or control at any moment.
"Please what?" she asked, licking his balls now. If she backed up just a little, he could enter her mouth.
"I need...fuck."
"Oh, you want me to fuck?" she asked, changing the circling of her finger to a pressing.
"No, oh God," he groaned as she did press in. He'd thought the outside was sensitive, but her finger inside him was even better. How many nerves did he have? It seemed all of them were on edge, everyone firing to make him hotter.
"No?" she asked, pulling her finger back out again.
"Shit, I can't stand it anymore. Please, let me touch you. Let me fuck you."
The expression on her face made him pause, gave him a little more control over his body's reactions.
She was thinking about it.

#Advent 20 - Back Door

Once she had released his cock, he felt her fingers on the back of his thighs again. She moved them higher, tracing the crease beneath his buttocks. She cupped his ass while her hair and nose tickled his sack and cock. His hips thrust, looking for something, anything to fuck. She smacked his ass with one hand, continuing to kiss between his legs, beneath and behind his balls.
He tried to hold still and was rewarded by her finger circling his ass. He had no idea how sensitive he was there, how good that simple touch could feel. She wasn't pressing, wasn't even hinting at inserting that finger, just circling. He groaned and gritted his teeth.

#Advent 19 - Payoff

"Now, where was I?" she asked, her fingers still idly touching the back of his legs. They still tingled and he twitched. She was in the process of kneeling when one of his twitches made his cock bob right in her face. He closed his eyes against the image that was too erotic for how slowly she going.
She laughed and wrapped her hand around his cock. "Gotten very messy," she complained before licking the drops that continued to form and fall.
His eyes flew open as her hot, wet tongue touched him. He strained against the cuffs, desperate to hold her head, not let her stop. He knew she would stop, return to her slow teasing. After licking his head a third time, she did just that, using fingers and lips to tease the inside of his thighs.

#TantalizingTuesday #Bloghop!

Setting the last candy cane in the cup, she gave everything one last check. The plate with candy canes, the hot chocolate, my santa-baby-doll, the lights on the tree. There was even a pie in the oven. Perfect. 

He had gone out to blow the snow that had obscured the block for the last three hours. While it swirled, they put up the tree, rolled pastry, and made cookies, which had been half-eaten as dough. Linda loved it. It was her favourite time of year. Mark should be in any minute. She poured the chocolate when she heard the roaring stop. He was just putting the hefty machine away. Then he would come in the door and lay cold hands on that cup.

She played with a candy cane, considering sucking it. That might be over the top. Her outfit screamed her intention, one that had taken her as soon as he stepped out. She wanted him, but she wanted him to warm up first. Although, the thought of icy fingers on her skin and in her hair made her shiver from more than cold.

“Linda! Michael Cooper came by to help me, so I invited him over. Oh... Shit.”

Hope you enjoy the BlogHop! I'm giving away a copy of Campus Sexploits 3 (in which I have a short story) to someone who gives me a recipe link or idea. These candy canes look awesome! Make sure to hit all the stops on the tour!

#Advent 18 - Punishment

"Stand up, please," she said again. Her voice held authority, but at the same time he could tell she was giving him an option, not an ultimatum. He could still end the game, if he wanted. He took a second to consider, then stood up.
Her responding smile was all he needed to reassure him. He wanted this. He wanted to make her smile like that. Wanted to drive her as wild as she was driving him. Somehow, instinctively, he knew his obedience was doing that.
She wound up and struck him. He braced against the flail, but was surprised how little it hurt. He relaxed a little just before the second blow came. There was a third and fourth as well, peppering his back and bum with tickling, hot lashes. None of them alone gave him much pain, each one brought his nerves to light, made him sensitive all along his back so that when she stepped forward and cupped one of his cheeks, he thought he might jump and hop away. It all felt so good, but he needed more.

#Advent 17 - Escape

It was too much. She knelt between his legs now, her lips kissing down his belly. He needed to be in her hand, in her mouth. He needed so much and she was still teasing, drawing lines down the inside of his legs. Her kisses came trailing down his belly. He twisted his hands rattling the cuffs. These things usually had a safety release. If he could get his fingers in the right place...
It wasn't there.
While he focused on his handcuffs, he hadn't noticed her kisses had stopped. Her hands gripped his knees as she pushed herself up from the floor.
"Bad boy," she said. She started to walk away.
"Wait!" he called out. He'd misunderstood, however, and she only moved as far as the dresser again, opening the same drawer that held the handcuffs.
"You need to wait," she said. "Stand up, please." She pulled a handle with many leather throngs dangling from it—a cat o'nine tails. His eyes widened and he didn't budge.

Delena Silverfox - The printed Fox

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#Advent 16 - quick, quick, slow

She didn't answer, lost in the sensations she was giving herself. His groan distracted her, and she pulled her hand away. She sat up and started tracing lines over his body, his throat and collarbone, his pectoral and nipple. As her hand moved down, her lips took its place. So, as she circled his nipple with her fingernail, her tongue pressed into his neck while she sucked on it. She played with the hairs that began the trail to his cock while her teeth closed on his nipple, pulling it slightly.
He throbbed with need. He twitched at every tug, every bite, his cock rock hard. He was desperate by the time she traced one nail down his length.
"Yes, fuck, please, Mandy."
"Soon, Rob. Promise." Her fingers continued to trail, circling his sack and then holding it gently. It felt marvelous, but ignored his primary concern.

#Advent 15 - Self love

His eyes were diverted from her breasts when her hand cupped and squeezed one before sliding down her belly and into the dark curls below.
"Please," he murmured.
She blinked, pulling her hand away. It seemed she had been lost in the moment. Her expression was puzzled.
"Please, let me see."
She grinned again. "Okay." She sat on the side of the bed and swung one leg up. He twisted and sat so that leg brushed his back. Her fingers played again, sliding between the dark lips and opening them slightly.
She was so red, glistening and slick. He could almost smell her. He wanted to taste her. His fingers twitched, tickling her toes. She giggled and then sighed as she stretched her hand down again, one finger disappearing into her.
"God, Mandy. How much longer?"

#Advent 14 - Candy Cane Kink #Blogtour

I plan to continue opening the little doors on my advent calendar. If you haven't been following, you can find Day 1 here. Quick recap: she has been slowly stripping, teasing all the while. Now he's handcuffed and she's going to continue to draw things out.
I'll count comments on any and all advent days made today through the 21st in the contest for a copy of either Campus Sexploits 3 or Blue Moon House (winner's choice).
Onto today's tease:

"Comfortable?" she asked, her fingers sliding down his thigh.
"Not really," he admitted, trying to turn into her touch.
She grinned. "That is kinda the point." She put her knee between his splayed legs and the other on the bed beside him. He could feel the heat coming from her. She held herself up, so he didn't feel her wetness, but she was definitely as eager as he was.
She slid her knee slowly up between his legs, while she put her hands on his cheeks, holding him for another kiss. When her knee brushed his cock and sack, he almost bit her lip. His eyes rolled and he wanted nothing more than to be stroked. She continued to deny him, however, setting her foot back on the floor and backing up.
As much as he wanted her to keep kissing him, this way, he could look over all that beautiful brown skin she'd taken such care to slowly reveal.

#Advent 13 - No touching.

"I think you're too eager," she complained, looking down at his exposed cock. There had been no teasing there, just open exposure. His hand brushed himself even now. "I don't want you rushing." She walked away, toward the dresser and he followed with his eyes, not daring to move.
She returned with a pair of fuzzy handcuffs. His eyes widened.
"Behind your back, please." She smiled sweetly, asking, but he could tell that if he refused the game would end. She was anxious, too, he was certain. Her nipples were hard and he thought he saw a bead or two glistening on those short dark curls. This game, though difficult to maintain, was fun. He hadn't had sex drawn out like this.
He doubled his hands behind his back and she passed close enough to brush the skin of his arm. It seemed to tingle, making him aware of how little he had been touched, how little he had touched her. She let out a small sigh, probably noticing the same.
The plush padding tickled his wrists prior to a metallic rasp as she closed the cuffs.
"Better," she said, letting her fingertips drift down his arm. He shook slightly. "Much better." Day 14

#Advent 12 - Close, but so far

She stood, framed by the white boards of the doorway. She leaned into one arm, elbow braced on the jamb. Her hand disappeared into her dark curls. The other rested on her hip, fingers pointing to the second set of dark curls, cropped short and making a line down between her thighs. Continuing her relaxing pose, her ankles were crossed, the toes of one foot pointed to the floor. The nails were painted red, just like the panties on the floor in front of her.
After tracking down her body, his eyes followed the curves back up, stopping again at the dark curls, and resting on her breasts, dark brown nipple pointed and puckered. She was cold. He started to push himself up.
"Ah-ah. No moving," she reminded him straightening. She turned slowly, letting him trace her back in the same way. She stepped closer, his hand reaching out and barely brushing her skin.
"One more, please," he begged, wanting to put his hand on her, his lips.
"Soon," she promised. Day 13

#Advent 11 - Hurry up and wait

Those panties made all the difference. They drifted lazily to the floor, floating down. She was still outside. Could he move now? He got his shirt off his wrists and yanked down pants and shorts together, rushing to be still again when she came in. What would she do with him next? They would both be naked, so she couldn't tease anymore. Could she?
Waiting, he slipped the toe of one foot into the sock on the other and pushed it off, keeping the movement small.
Nothing.
He pulled off the other, watching that crack in the doorway.
Nothing.
He thought he might shiver, although it wasn't cold. He felt very exposed. How did she feel?
When was she coming back?
A tan leg kicked through the door, taunting and retreating, then another arm. Then finally, just as he blood was heating up again, she pushed the door open. Day 12

#Advent 10 - Don't tease the teaser

He flicked open the button with his thumb. Then he looked for her reaction. She was still watching, her arms crossed under her breasts. He let his eyes track down her body as the zipper slowly slid down his fly. He rubbed himself through his shorts slowly, a spot darkening them. He continued to play slowly and she stepped to the door in one pace, opening it.
"Wait!" he called. "Don't go! I'm sorry."
Her dark arm thrust through the doorway, boy shorts hanging from a finger.
The game was still on.

Day 11

#Advent 9 - Turnabout

She wasn't ready to show him her treasure yet. She straightened and turned back to him. Her soft smile became warmer and broader.
"You didn't move. You've been such a good boy."
She leaned into the bed beside where he sat and ran her fingers through his hair. Then they slipped lower, playing over his chest. Finally, she slid down over the fabric of his pants, cupping and stroking. His entire length throbbed, pressing hard against the fly that held it in. He wanted out badly.
"It must have been very hard to hold still."
His hand slipped into the waist of those lacy panties, cupping the ass within. "You have no idea."
She slipped out of his grip and he nearly lunged after her. Her finger stopped him, pointing. "Ah. I think I have an idea. I'm not finished yet. You can relieve yourself, though." Her eyes locked on his waistband.
Was it his turn to tease?
Day 10

Anna Winters AKA Alaine Batty - Aspiring Romance Writer

I have another blogger to interview, Anna Winters, known in real life as Alaine Batty. Several months have passed since your last blog post. What brought you back to your blog?

I had been meaning to keep up-dating my blog but due to writing and working I often don't have the time to up-date my blog and having never had a blog before it is sometimes hard for me to know what to write.

What kept you busy in the months between?

It is mainly writing, there have been a few personal issues here and there that have made me temporarily take a break from my writing - but also some pretty awesome things have happened too, so it hasn't been all bad.

Glad to hear that! Have you been doing things other than blogging in the meantime?

I have been doing research. For example, in July I went on a motorbike, which was a childhood dream of mine and also wanted this for a book, I have been getting help from a friend of mine who has been so helpful, taking me on his bike and slow dancing with me so I could get an idea, he has been an inspiration in some of the scenes in my book.

Always good when you can base things on real experience. Sounds like a great friend. Do you have a release date and publisher?

I do have a publisher - but no release date as yet, the publisher is being very kind to me understanding my personal issues and telling me to get the book to them as soon as I can.

It's great when you can find someone to work with that really cares. Do you have a plan leading up to your release? What other things do you intend to do to get your name out to your audience?

#Advent 8 - Legs

After smirking at her teasing barb, she looked at him again from another angle. Planting her hands in front of her, she peeped from between her spread ankles. Her dark curly hair pooled on the floor, making him think of it on a pillow, or better, his arm. Her face was framed by two thick brown pillars. She wasn't some skinny thing, with toothpicks long enough for legs. She was short and round and her legs were as silky and soft as every other part of her. She ran the fingers of her hand down the outside of her left leg, and he followed their path instinctively. Her right thumb slid up the inside of right leg, popping inside those lacy red boy shorts.
How was he still sitting here? How had he not fallen to my knees before her and begun exploring with his hands and mouth. Whatever power she held over him, she continued to wield it. He couldn't move until she decreed it.

Day 9

#Advent 7 - Ass

Once out of his reach again, she slid her fingers into the waistband of her jeans and doubled, sliding them slowly down her legs. Her boy shorts exposed two slivers of brown skin beneath their hem. Two moon-like crescent, a taunting tease of the whole round. He could easily make out both rounds, both ass cheeks, tight in the lacy cotton fabric. She'd chosen red today, a color that never ceased to stand out against her milky brown skin. It made the copper tones glow. His eyes were riveted to those crescents and the darkness that lay between them. Was that hair? Was it just shadow? How long until he would know? How long until he could tear them off with his teeth and taste everything beneath?
She looked over her shoulder, reading his mind. "Don't get any ideas. I'm taking those off."

Day 8

Avril Ashton - Delicious Men, Wicked Women, Heated Love

Avril Ashton is a best-selling author of romantic and erotic fiction. You are very honest on your blog. Do you ever feel exposed by that?

I am honest, to a point. I am extremely private, but there’s a need to also be authentic. To make yourself available and relatable to the readers. It’s not always easy, but I’m not worried about it.

I understand. I always wonder how people who create identities for themselves keep that authenticity. You participate in several blog hops. What makes the ones you enter catch your eye? Do you ever consider taking part in more? Do you find they are good publicity?

#Advent 6 - Shake, Rattle and Roll

Obediently sitting on the bed, unmoving, she turned away and he herd a rattle. Her belt buckle. He couldn't hold back the groan. She was going to drop those magnificent jeans and show the glory hidden beneath, more brown skin, more round curves.
Her arms trembled a little, shaking, and she swore very quietly.
"Something wrong?" he asked. He didn't want to break the spell she'd created by keeping him silent, but he didn't want her distressed either.
She sighed and her shoulders rolled. "Just stuck. Got it." She spun back, her hand landing with a slap on the outside of my thigh. His breath caught in a gasp at the sudden sting. "I told you not to move."
Rather than speak he shook my head. He hadn't moved, he wasn't moving. Please don't stop.
She touched his cheek gently and kissed him. "Thanks for checking. Game on," she said seductively, stepping back again.
Shit! He'd missed my chance to touch her!

Day 7

#Advent 5 - Jeans

Although he couldn't touch her, he continued to stare. Her milky brown skin was revealed all the way to her waist, where her belt held her jeans up. They were fabulous jeans, tight in all the right places. Her ass looked fantastic as it filled out the back pockets with their rhinestones, making her ass sparkle. Her waist was small, despite the flesh that filled below and above. Her belt demonstrated it, not cutting into her skin, but revealing the swell of her hips, the roundness of her.

He wanted to sink his hands into those pockets, pull her closer and kiss her again. He wanted to reach down the front and stroke her, give her a little of how she was making him feel. It was hard not to open his pants and rub himself. She'd said if he moved, it would be over. As much as he wanted to end the teasing, he didn't want to stop before he'd seen and felt all of her.

Day 6

#Advent 4 - Kiss

She let the lacy undergarment fall from her fingers. Pulling her long dark locks over her shoulders, she obscured them slightly. Then, with a swaying step that made me swallow again, she leaned over him, pressing her lips to his. His hand instinctively came around to touch her back, fingers skating upward. The kisses were light pecks, taunting as much as anything else tonight had been. She began unbuttoning his shirt as the kisses became longer, as her tongue traced my lips.
His mouth hung open, but his tongue seemed sluggish, unable to catch hers as it darted. He loved her lips on his, the taste of her mouth, clean and minty. She pushed his shirt back from his shoulders, down his arms. He sensed she was about to leave and tried to keep her there, to stop her dancing tongue. He gripped her back, pulling her closer.
Immediately she broke the kiss and turned away, moving back toward the wall. "You were such a good boy. Another reward will come soon."

Day 5

#Advent 3 - Breasts

He cupped one perfect round in his hand, running his thumb over the point that projected into the lace. He moved his fingers to pinch it, but she stepped back. It took Herculean effort not to jump up and follow. Releasing her cuffs, she turned away from him and her blouse fell in a pool on floor. He paid it no mind, focusing on the slope of her back, the dip of her spine, the swell of her hips. His fingers itched to hold those hips, pull them back onto himself, grind into them.
She was able to pull his eyes from her behind easily. Her fingers were back, working the clasp of her bra. She pushed the two halves together and it came apart, like magic. There one minute, gone the next. Instead he saw more of her glowing brown skin.
She turned back, the flimsy lace still hanging from her shoulders. Her breasts sagged very slightly, freed from their confines. His mouth was a little dry and he licked his lips. Desperate for her to remove the lace and give him full view of those blessed breasts.

Day 4

#Advent 2 - Cleave

Her fingers had his attention. One set were in her mouth, her tongue flicking over them. The others had popped open a button of her ivory blouse. The rich brown skin beneath was impossible to ignore. She'd had two buttons open before, revealing a lovely vee of flesh. Now he could see the shadow created by her breasts, the dark crease between them. Cleavage.
He wanted to cleave to them, put his nose into that cleft and inhale deeply. He wanted to lick the sloping sides she revealed with the next button. He could see the lace of her bra now, see her dark nipple poking out into it.
How was he supposed to sit still. She took her freshly licked fingers, glistening slightly and traced the top of one those cups, drew a line over her flawless skin.
"You've been a very good boy," she told him, leaning forward and inviting his eye to plunge down again. She stepped closer. "I think you've earned one touch."

Day 3

#Advent 1 - A Taste

December and early January are full of countdowns. Advent calendars with little chocolates in them and the ball dropping in Times Square. A sense of anticipation surrounds this time of year. Part of it, for me, is anticipation of the end of the cold and dark! This far north (Edmonton Alberta) we go to work in the dark and come home in the twilight (if we're lucky). It is a relief to pass the shortest day of the year, to reach Christmas and New Years. We can take heart in knowing that winter is past its worst and things will only get better, brighter and warmer.

In that sense of anticipation, I hope to tease you throughout the month. I still have my regular interviews and may or may not participate in Tantalizing Tuesday and Flasher Friday as well, but each day we will open a little door together, reveal a little something. I intend for each to be a small taste, a lick of wonder at what is to come.

"Sit," she ordered, pushing him in the direction of the bed.
He stumbled slightly, legs hitting the mattress and landed with a thump. What was she doing? He had made a reservation for dinner and thought she was getting ready. Instead she was still in slacks and blouse from work.
"Don't move," she warned, shaking a finger. "You move and it's over."
Over? She had just invited him into her bedroom. That was usually a good sign, wasn't it?
She licked the fingers on one hand and he stared in fascination, watching her tongue flick out from between dark pink lips. He could just imagine them licking something else. She switched hands and he continued to stare at her mouth, until he spied what the other hand was doing to the buttons of her blouse.

So, will he stay still? What is she doing? I hope you like a tease.

Day 2

Gemma Parkes - Living and Loving with a Passion

I'm happy to introduce a fellow Naughty Nights Press author, Gemma Parkes.

Hi, Angelica.

You participate in several weekly features (Tantalizing Tuesday, Flasher Fiction Friday) Do you prepare them in advance? How far?

Well, I do love writing the Tuesday teasers and the Flash Friday’s but I’m afraid they are always rushed, last minute posts! That’s not to say I don’t still give them lots of thought (while I’m writing them) and take care over them, I do, but being very short pieces they really don’t take long to write. That’s the fun part, short and sweet (or sexy) but no need to agonize over the plot! I enjoy being part of the group too, there’s real camaraderie amongst authors.

Of course, I am an irregular participant in those flash pieces as well, and it's true, the lack of lasting commitment makes them fun. Like a one-night stand. LOL How do you find the authors you feature on your blog?

A lot of my featured authors are visiting me as part of blog tours which they have pre-arranged through Lucy Felthouse. Then there are those that have either requested a visit or I’ve enjoyed something they’ve written and I invite them over to talk about it. I get to know a few people through Six Sentence Sunday and, of course, the networking sites.

Is blogging a chore, or something you enjoy?

Lynnette Sofras aka the @ManicScribbler

Welcome Lynnette Sofras who is known on twitter and her blog as Manic Scribbler. She hosts Writer Wednesday, which looks like a great feature for fellow writers. How do you choose who to host?

Some months ago all my lovely reviews on amazon.com were deleted and, because when I read a great story, I want the whole world to know, I decided to resurrect these reviews on my blog and that's how I came up with my Wednesday's Writer spot. When I come across interesting writers whose books I've not yet read, I ask them if they'd like to submit a piece about their writing or an aspect of writing for me to post in place of a review. I must say I've made some great friends through this little feature.

I'll bet! Great way to share the love. You recently did a set of features on horror writers for Halloween. How did that idea arise? Are you connected with the authors?

Interview with Mona Karel

Today I'd like to introduce you to Mona Karel, a romance author.

Hi Angelica, thanks so much for having me visit.

You have a few recent posts on blogging, triberr, twitter and building your platform. Do you think you have hit your stride in these media or are you still learning? Do you have any pertinent tips for other bloggers?

I started the Monday Promo Primer to help share what little I've learned so far in the various methods of promoting our books. A lot of it links to some of the better blogs and articles I've found, and owes a lot to Marketing for Romance Writers, Kristen Lamb, Kayelle Allen, and Skhye Moncrieff

Cooking and recipes are obviously a big part of your blog. Where did the Passionate Cooks come from? It looks like a great feature.

Black Friday #bloghop #giveaway #blkfrihop

In Canada, we don't have a black friday in the same what our neighbours to the south do. We still have that day when retailers go into the 'black' (the meaning behind Black Friday), but we don't celebrate it with massive sales. However, at this time of year, the Christmas sales have started as the keen among us have been shopping for Christmas presents all year long and those retailers are desperate to catch our eye for one more thing, one more stocking stuffer.

Well, here's something to stuff your stocking. My second Blue Moon House prequel focuses on Harry or Harrold who is an accountant. I think that's all the set up you need for this scene.

She took his hands and perched on the bed beside him. “Do you trust me, Harrold?” she asked, pulling his wrist to her nose. He could easily imagine her biting him.

“I-I think so.”

She shook her head. “Not enough. Did you think it odd how Kendra asked me to stop?” He tried to remember. So much of the time with the black girl was seen through the blood haze of Lynn's bite afterward. 

D.F. Krieger: Ruff Love

Welcome back D.F. Krieger! This lovely lady has a thing for animals, in case the cat in her profile picture didn't give it away. What was your first pet? How long did you have him/her?

My first pet was a black cat named Ebony ( really wanted to name him Mordor, but for some reason my mom didn't think a 6 year old child should support the dark side.) I had him for about 5 years before I lost him to a medical condition. I still blame those blasted hobbitses to this day!

Nasty hobbitses! How many animals have you adopted? Do you plan to adopt more?

I've adopted countless animals, and adopted out even more through rescue. Many of the animals I choose to adopt and keep either have limited time due to health issues or severe disabilities. It's great because they don't make fun of me for mine. :) I currently have 5 cats, 2 dogs, 2 ferrets, and a ridiculously huge gerbil.

Haha, a hobbit himself, perhaps? Eating his second breakfast? Is it hard choosing which one to adopt?

#TantalizingTuesday - Introductions

Here are my 200 words that follow on the Masochist. Here Harrold meets a new woman, but one that will please him as much or more than Delores. Check out all the other Teasers on the blog.

“You are a difficult man to get a hold of, Harrold. I don't think I like that.”

“Pardon, madam, but I'm sure I'd remember if I made your acquaintance.”

Full red lips pulled up on one corner in a smirk. “You had better believe you would.” Her lusty tone told him much. “We haven't met,” she said, circling him. “I'd been informed that you were in need of my services.”

Harrold's brow furrowed. What woman provided a service he needed? What service...

A light shone behind his eyes just as she said, “Delores was quite insistent. More than is proper. I had to set her down. She enjoyed that, I think. Would you?” She glanced at Harrold from the corner of her oddly sparkling eyes.

“Would I what?” He was completely flustered. How had a whore gotten into this party?

Her palm slapped across his face. The sensation was familiar. Many ladies had spurned his advances when he was younger. However, this woman had a stronger arm than any of them. This pain rivaled that of the time his cousin had punched him in the jaw.

“You will pay heed when I speak. Would you enjoy being reprimanded by me?”

Pablo Michaels: The Romantic

Today Pablo Michaels has returned to tell us about the changes to his blog and writing style. What prompted you to switch the focus of your writing from sex to romance?

Actually I never switched to romance, but I have toned down my fiction with much less erotica. My erotic writing always dealt with romance. I try desperately to have happy endings or at least leave it open for the reader to fantasize the characters living and loving contentedly. I found the erotica I wrote was becoming repetitive and boring. When I first started writing with more sex, I was turned on. After a while I found I was writing, using similar words and scenes to describe the sex, which became redundant and boring. I see my failure with erotica in my published novel, Catnip, Rosemary, Rage and Time. A writing coach and editor wanted me to write more explicitly about sex. When the book was almost finished, I had feedback from my husband, saying it had too much graphic sex; he preferred the first draft. So I rewrote the erotic scenes with analogies and symbols to tone it down. In the end it turned out to be purple prose. With my unfinished novel, The Deer in the Forest, I’m currently editing and rewriting, dates back to 1990 for a period piece that begins in the late 1960’s evolving to the present. It is sheer romance with little sex involved. I thought by working on this book, I could bring myself back to the style and emotions I truly enjoy, which is romance without erotica.

One of the things I hear most often is write what you want to read. I'm glad to hear that's what you're doing. Do you have a publisher in mind for your less erotic work?

Ramblings in Ireland - Kerry Dwyer

Today I am lucky enough to be part of a blog tour for Kerry Dwyer. Her blog is interesting and varied with a host of ramblings.

You've made a book of your ramblings. Did the book evolve out of the blog or vice versa?

Neither really the blog didn’t start to promote my writing or even to tell people about my life in France. It started with a conversation I had with a friend about how I avoid ironing.  Then, a couple of weeks later when she was in a panic to go out and still had her housework to do I told her about my philosophy on housework. She said I should write a book about it. I didn’t think it was enough to write a book about but maybe a blog post or two. I wrote the Slut’s Guide to Housework. That was really the beginning of my blog. It has evolved considerably.

The book was inspired by a walking holiday in Ireland. I was so enthralled with the place and the people and the different sort of relationship I had with my husband whilst we were there. We hadn’t been in each other’s company quite so intensely for a long time. As we were walking, ideas for the book kept popping into my head. Something would happen or we would talk about something and a new chapter would formulate in my head. The book almost wrote itself by the time we got back to France. I then updated the blog to tell people about the book, at that time I thought publishers would be lining up to put me in print, little did I know.

I can relate to ideas popping when walking or driving, best when riding, that way I can write them down! You post regularly. What is your go to when you need something new to ramble about?

Masochist - Tantalyzing Tuesday

“There seems to be someone here.” He smiled at Delores. She was several years older than him, perhaps even a decade, but her body still fit the mold her corset made for it. Harrold reached for the laces hanging from the base of it.

Crack. Harrold's hand snapped back. The erection that had been flagging rose again in his trousers.

“You think to touch me, sir? You think I'm still one of these girls for you to take on your knee?”

Crack. Harrold shuddered, sinking to his knees.

“Yes, kneel for me, gentle sir. Show me how low I can bring you.”

Crack.

“Kiss my slipper.”

Had he known, he'd have approached Delores sooner. This. This is what he wanted, what he needed. The freedom to be as low and as vile as he could. To be the opposite of what filled his days.

On his hands and knees, he put his lips to the embroidered fabric covering her foot. The feet slipped out of his sight and another slap of the belt landed on his bottom.

“Remove these.” Delores lifted the fabric from his rear, a cool breeze running over his warm, red skin.

Need more? Check out all the authors with 200 words of their own. http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.com/

Autumn Harvest #BlogHop #giveaway - Orange

My favourite thing about the fall are the colours. Of course, right now, everything around me is grey, white or evergreen. In Alberta, we lose our pretty leaves with the first windstorm in October. Before they go, though, I love to see the bright reds and golds. Best of all, is orange. Orange pumpkins, orange leaves, the boldest colour of all standing out against the blues and greens that backdrop it.

The other reason I love orange? I look good in orange. I look good in yellow and green, too. I'm a harvest masterpiece (okay, that's exaggerating).

To celebrate, I'm offering a copy of the anthology I'm included in. I tell about a football bachelor auction that could easily be imagined in the fall. It includes, several other tales of girls going wild in college. Campus Sexploits 3 is available from Naughty Nights Press. I highly recommend it. You can also find it on Amazon and Smashwords.

Campus Sexploits 3 is the third book in a series of anthologies all about the fantasy fun days of youth. Four naughty, college/university-themed, erotic short stories to tantalize and tease the senses, while giving readers a little taste of the wickedly erotic worlds these four fantastic authors can weave.
Worlds of incredible, earth-shattering, sexual freedom involving college or university students and the kinky antics they participate in.
Worlds you can just feel yourself fall into...

Be sure to leave your email in the comments as that will also enter you for the grand prizes!

1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet 

2nd Grand Prize: A $50 Amazon or B&N Gift Card 

3rd Grand Prize: A Swag Pack that contains 10+ paperbacks, ebooks, 50+ bookmarks, cover flats, magnets, pens, coffee cozies, and more!

Carrie Ann's Blog Hops has a complete list of participating blogs. If you're working your way down the list, I'm between I Love Shapeshifters, Mrs. Mommy Booknerds, and SmartMouthTexan and Deanna Lynn Sletten

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Paulette Mahurin - The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap

Today, Paulette Mahurin is here to tell us about her novel The Persecution of Mildred Dunlap, which is available in hard copy and electronic format on Amazon.

First, let me say a big thank you for having me over for a visit at your great blog site and this interview.

You are most welcome! Your book is set in 1895 Nevada. How did you choose the setting for your novel?

That's an interesting question. The seed for the novel came from a photo to two women, dressed in turn of the twentieth century garb. When I started to research that time period, I came across the Donner Party debacle, which changed the course of migrating west, to move further south in the Nevada Walker Lake region. When I read about that area it seems like an interesting place, really different, to place a lesbian couple afraid of being found out, sorta women's Brokeback Mountain scene.

You have had wonderful endorsement. Did those come from volunteers or do you have a circle of acquaintances that helped pave your way?

Beth D. Carter: Let Romance Take Flight

Today I'd like to welcome Beth. We meet in a group on Facebook and I wanted to share her blog and books. I like your Hump Day Hook. Who started that idea and have you had any trouble choosing paragraphs to post?

Hump Day Hook was started by Kerrianne Coombes. Every Wednesday we post a paragraph on either a WIP (work in progress) or something already published. It’s a great way to get some feedback and to whet the appetites for the readers. I love it, plus it makes me actually sit down and do something on my blog.

Having something scheduled is always good. Do you get good feedback on your writing on your blog?

BlogHop Winner and #NaNoWriMo

It is officially November! Yay! That means two things. First, it's the start of NaNoWriMo. I'm participating under my real name for the third year, but I'm writing Blue Moon House prequels, which makes me a NaNoRebel. If you've never heard of NaNoWriMo, it's a challenge to anyone interested to write the bulk of a novel in one month. Ideally, you'll write a complete novel, but the challenge is for 50 000 words. That's a short novel. Normally they are closer to 100K than 50K. The purpose is to get past that first chapter and move on to chapters 2 through 10. Can you get a beginning, middle and end on your manuscript? If you want to add me as a buddy or follow my progress, I'm Kimmydonn. Another thing that happened at the end of October or beginning of November is the close of the Wicked After Dark Bloghop. Great turnout and so many great blogs and prizes to visit. Alas, I must have done something wrong with my Rafflecopter because it didn't work. :( I selected a winner the old-fashioned way. Congratulations to Foretta for winning a copy of either Blue Moon House or Campus Sexploits 3. Please, if you are interested in a copy of your own, click the big NNP banner on the right. Now, I'm off to add to the 4000 words I managed to bang out yesterday. NaNoWriMo!

Abby Hayes - Fights in Summer

I'd like to welcome a fellow Naughty Night Press author today — Abby Hayes. Before you ask, no, she is not in middle school, that's a different Abby. When did your first book publish? Was it with Naughty Nights Press?

My first single story release was with NNP in Dec of 2011, a novella called Finding Paradise.

How has your writing changed since then? Have you moved to new arenas?

Not sure my writing has changed as much as the content I'm writing about. Finding Paradise started off with a lot of different sexual situations touched on from m/f/m to m/f/m/f and everything in between plus a bunch of sexual fantasies. In novellas since, I've branched out, touched on different scenarios and fantasies in more depth, pushed the envelope for myself with each story.

Do you feel more confident with each subsequent release? Can you see your audience growing?

#bloghop #giveaway - Wicked After Dark!

Wicked After Dark... are vampires more wicked after dark or during the day when they are trapped inside? I suppose it depends on whether or not their prey come to them willingly. If you have a tasty human in your home, why wouldn't you enjoy them through the daylight hours? In Blue Moon House, most of the wickedness comes after dark because that's when the humans are available to come, to spend hours in the arms of their vampire master.

To tempt you, draw you in, keep you with me until the sun rises, I'm offering a tidbit from Jocelyn's prequel to Blue Moon House. Then, when you've caught your breath, you can enter for a copy of Blue Moon House or Campus Sexpoits 3 (winner's choice).

“Actually, you will clean that up,” she said with a confident smile.

Jocelyn's annoyance must have been clear on her face, but Sophia's expression didn't change. She stood watching, waiting. Gritting her teeth, Jocelyn wondered if they didn't have staff for this sort of thing. It was a fine house, the must have money. But no, they can get their lovers to cook and clean. Why should they hire anyone? She didn't say anything, but Sophia slapped her bottom while Jocelyn was bent over. Her hand landed squarely between Jocelyn's legs and made her jump. That was the oddest sensation. It hurt, but she was aroused. She put a little more effort into moving the damp towel over the floor. She swapped at one point, to get a dry one. Sophia took the moment to land another smack. Jocelyn shuddered, tingling along the hand print.

“More?” Sophia asked, her hand cupping Jocelyn, rubbing her. “Maybe some of what Lucy got?” Her fingers slid into Jocelyn, twisting to turn her palm down. Jocelyn shifted on her hands and knees, not entirely sure what to expect.

Sophia curled her fingers inside and used her other hand to rub Jocelyn's clit. It all built so quickly, Jocelyn couldn't quite believe it. Usually it took a little bit of foreplay for her to change gears, but Sophia had her ready to orgasm in seconds. Her belly felt hard, full, and when Sophia used the hand not stroking to press down on Jocelyn's pubic bone, the girl's eyes bugged out. There was a splashing sound as heat spread from Jocelyn's sex to her head and toes in one combustive burst.

She screamed with it and then pulled her knees up to her chest, curling into a ball. Her entire body felt like it was on edge. It reminded her of the last fever she had, every breath of wind, every hair, was heightened by her sensitivity. She shook and shivered, waiting for the sensation to pass.

It did in a few moments. When she had a hold of herself again, she saw Sophia using a towel to wipe the stream on the floor.

Jocelyn seized the towel, needing to know what was in that ejaculate. Where did it come from? What purpose did it have?

Sophia seized Jocelyn's hair and her neck was bent back. “That was impolite, love.”

“A-apologies, Mistress,” Jocelyn squeaked.

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Flash Fiction Friday - Office Romance

I snap the cuff into place, too near my goal to back out now. Tossing my hair, I try to get comfortable.

Any minute now, Mr. Harris, will come through that door. I want to surprise him. That’s how I managed to kiss him at Christmas and feel my ass as we disembarked from a plane. I know he wants me, but he won’t make a move, probably fearing some sexual harassment suit. The only suit I want is his birthday one.

The door opens and I grin, ready for him.

“Miss Mitchell. What are you doing in Justin’s office?”

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Oops! Gotta love a switch. Wonder who that was? Someone higher up? Someone who will take advantage of her incapacitated state? Hehe. Wish I could tell you, but I'm out of words! Get flashed by all the other great flashers by stopping by the blog.

Tantalizing Tuesday - Cloaked in Black

It's Tuesday! That means 200 word teaser and fabulous pictures to accompany them. I have something magical today. Check out the other great teases on the blog.

Where did her power come from? She hadn’t paused as recently or as long as he had to gather more from her partner. She didn’t look real anymore. She was as naked as the last two times he had seen her, as beautiful and mysterious as all women were, but something was different about her. She was wrapped in a darkness even his magic couldn’t penetrate.

“Lara, what happened to you?”

“You did, John. You and our son. You must be the reason I didn’t get to keep him. You must pay.”

“Pay? You’ve taken Richard. You’ve killed so many, Lara. Doesn’t your life energy die with them?”

He had been careful to choose a rocky point to stand on, but the few weeds poking through rose at her command, latching onto him. “I can’t take enough to get him back.”

“I’m sorry, Lara. Take me. Leave the others.”

“No, I don’t want you!” The plants threw him to the ground at her feet. She bent to touch him and her darkness filled him. “I want you to take this and go.”

Overcome by the grief of the woman he loved, the only woman he’d known, John began to weep.

Flasher Fiction Friday - Right and Wrong

As with other Flasher Fiction Fridays, we each write 100 words to fit the same picture. Find the other entries on the main blog.

“Beautiful,” Billy murmurs, covering my neck in kisses. My body resists. “It’s okay, honey. Everything is just right.”

It isn’t right — he isn’t my husband. My traitor body doesn’t mind, and Billy works his way down.

My head falls back, trying to imagine Billy is Max.

There is Max. He has his cock out, the one I wish was in my hand and mouth right now.

“Fuck, Jeanne, you look so fucking good,” he murmurs. I’m doing this for him. I will do this for him. Spreading my legs wider, I roll to kiss Billy. Max groans behind us.

Tantalizing Tuesday - Black Man

Remember to check out all the Tantalizing Tuesday Tales via the blog. Today I have another excerpt from Jocelyn's story, a prequel to Blue Moon House.

“Do you like that, whore? Like having a fat cock inside you?”

“I'm not a whore.”

“You are what I say you are,” he told her, beginning to thrust. Jocelyn twitched and writhed but couldn't break free. He didn't let go and she tried to catch him off guard, squirming. He wasn't hurting her, but she didn't like the way he restrained her. The more she moved, the harder and larger he seemed to become. That only made her struggles stronger. Feeling a series of throbs inside her, Will finally let her go.

Jocelyn turned to really look at the man behind her. She covered her mouth in shock when she got her first glimpse of his black skin, short curly hair and obsidian-like black eyes. There was something very strange about these people and their eyes.

“What? Who do you think you are, woman?” he asked, reaching for her hair.

“No, it's not that. I've never...” She couldn't finish the sentence without digging a bigger hole for herself.

Will snorted with derision, wrapping her hair in his hand until she had to crane her neck. “I thought you were a bad idea from the start.” Then he stalked away.

The Seawitch! - Reviewer and well, witch!

Okay, so she's not really a witch (or if she is, that didn't come up in the interview). The Seawitch has a blog where she reviews books and talks about her life. I was lucky enough to cross paths with her during the POW bloghop in September. Your reviews are interspersed with much of your daily life. What is your family's response to your blog? I'm thinking specifically of the younger people that appear in some photos.

My kids like to see themselves on my blog, my youngest gel Maddy (9) thinks she's famous now. My oldest, Stephanie (27) is a contributer and known as Gel Friday is also in a lot of my posts as we are always on the lookout for a husband for her. In fact, let me continue my head hunting here.

I might be wrong, but this is Stephanie.

Stephanie is 27, a graduate of West Virginia University majoring in Environmental Protection (tree-hugger) with a minor in Native American Studies. She went back to school to work on her Wildlife Biology but is taking a break. She loves animals and nature. She was working at AutoZone in RI until recently when she quit and moved back to West Virginia. She is about 5'3" or 4" and about 115 lbs. Quite lovely and loves to read and bake. She would like to meet an Irishman or Scotsman with the sexy accent please.

Blue Moon House in VIDEO!

Well, it's been over a month since Blue Moon House released, but I'm not done skipping around blogs! This weekend I'll be on Casual Smex Fridays and Lee Ann Sontheimer's Author in the House on Saturday. Please pop by and say hello!

Also, great news, I've finished the trailer video for Thickness of Blood! Check it out and let me know what you think!

Flasher Fiction Friday - Fateful

Be sure to check out all the Flasher Fiction Friday entries.

“Are you ready? Peter is on his way to the church.”

Caroline sat in her window seat, posing for the photographer. Her friends and sister wore their blue dresses. It was time to go.

The photographer agreed. “All done. I’ll be right behind you,” she promised, running out to snap shots while they piled in the limo.

Caroline’s phone rang as her dad held the door for her. She had a small handbag on her shoulder that Kim was going to keep track of throughout the day.

She stopped dead and covered her mouth. “No.”

Accident on Knox. Come quick.

Tantalizing Tuesday - The Big Bed

Another snip from my prequel to Blue Moon House. Jocelyn is credited with the idea of joining their beds to provide proper furniture for their nightly orgy. Read all the other great 200 word teases at http://tantalizingtuesday.blogspot.com.

“A sheet?” Sophia asked, taking one of the far corners.

“Yes. I thought it was silly for you to keep breaking into groups when none of you wanted that. Now, you have one bed big enough for everyone.” She pulled on the fitted the sheet. “There. Perfect.” She stepped back, sitting in one of the chairs where she could touch herself and watch them play. She started hiking up her skirt, waiting.

The vampires regarded one another. Then Will picked her up and dropped her on the bed. Perching on her hands and knees, she looked around at them. “What?”

“Remove that,” Sophia said, pointing. “I don't want it in my way.”

Will obliged, pulling her dress up and free. Jocelyn curled up a little at the sudden attack. Will and Sophia weren't alone, however. Nicholas licked his lips and dove for her side, biting into her neck. Terrance took hold of her face, turning her toward his crotch. Will was lifting her again, and she felt feminine hands on her legs though all she could see was Terrance, standing erect. She opened her mouth, unsure she could satiate them all at once. She was more than willing to try.

Pablo Michaels - The Boys Club

Today I'm happy to introduce Pablo Micahels, a fellow Naughty Nights Press Author. Your blog is populated with many entries for Tantalizing Tuesday, something I enjoy and participate in as well. Do you ever have trouble finding a picture or a story? Which is harder, the words or the photo?

I love participating in Tantalizing Tuesday Teasers. It gives me a chance to write when I don’t have time and also read what other authors are creating. The biggest task for me is to find photos. If I find one in my limited gallery, the words just seem to flow, so much I have to edit and limit my words to two hundred. A few of my entries are going to be stories to continue, like “I Miss Him”, my current work in progress.

I understand. I tend to alternate between stories inspired by photos and searching for photos to fit the piece I have. The former is infinitely easier in my opinion. What gave you the push to submit for Boys Club? What made "A Night in San Gregorio Beach" stand out to you among your other writing?

Friday Flasher Fiction - The Fight

Friday Flashing! Great 100 word teases to this picture. Read all the others on the blog.

This day had to come. Inevitably they would argue, have differences and living together would be hard. She just hadn’t expected it so soon. One missed bill - one - and she curled on her side of the bed pretending he wasn’t there. Glancing over her shoulder, he faced away, still stubborn.

Just as tears threatened to spill from her eyes, she was rolled onto her back. “You know what? Accidents happen. Right now, I’m going to take my frustration out on you.” Her smile and laugh released the last of the tension just as he started attacking her pyjamas.

Thickness of Blood - Kimberly Gould

Today I rub my own nose in my duplicity. I'm happy to interview Kimberly Gould author of the recently released Thickness of Blood. Your website has a strong focus on your previous title, Cargon: Honour and Privilege. Do you plan to change the style to reflect your newest novel?

Starting with a tough one. My web designer, who I like to call dear, has been distracted of late. Although we have plans to revamp the website - make buy links more obvious, sort information in a more friendly manner - we didn't have plans to change the style per se.

Your first title was geared to Young Adults. Is Thickness of Blood the same?

Tantalizing Tuesday - Jocelyn's limits

Remember to check out all the Tantalizing Tuesday Tales via the blog. Today I have an excerpt from Jocelyn's story, a prequel to Blue Moon House.

When Louis was brought to her room, it was to fuck her throat. Those were Will's exact words and Louis was obedient. Jocelyn had actually vomited, using her word as soon as the bile stopped spilling from her lips.

“Louis. Clean that,” Will ordered. The man jumped to do his master's bidding. Will stripped the soiled robe from Jocelyn and carried her to the kitchen, setting her on the table.

“Sorry,” she said with downcast eyes.

Will paused in wetting a soft cloth at the pump. He wrung it out and mopped at her chest with the cool damp rag.

“Nonsense. You have impressed me,” he told her, brushing her hair back. “I expected you to demand he stop after the first thrust. You have come a long way.” He rinsed out the cloth and filled a glass with the water for her to drink before using the cloth on the dirty streaks in her hair.

She drank greedily, trying to wash the burn from her throat.

Will took the glass and pulled it away. “Not too much. You'll upset your stomach again.” It flopped at that moment, agreeing with the Master.

“Yes, sir,” Jocelyn agreed, taking a sip.

“Better.”

The Triad - Sharita Lira

I'm happy to host one of the authors of Naughty Nights Press September releases. Sharita Lira is the author of Sugar Daddy. Well, more specifically, Rawiya is. Confused? So was I. It turns out Sharita has three incarnations, like those Hindu gods. Together, they are The Literary Triad (@rawiyamikembl). What makes Sugar Daddy a Rawiya book and not a BLMorticia or Michael Mandrake book?

Rawiya’s books are more sensual than BL’s or Michael’s. Her love scenes are longer, the characters tend to be a lot more emotional.

Which of your muses are men? How do they present differently than women?

Flasher Fiction Friday

“Hi, Steve.”

What? She’s talking to me?

“Uh, hi, Jill. Have a good weekend?”

Small talk is good.

“Yeah, went to a friend’s for a barbeque. You?”

“The usual, football with friends.”

You really think she’s interested in your stupid game of catch with Ken and Doug? Don’t stare at the cup. Don’t stare at her lips on the cup. Don’t stare. Fuck those lips. What was she saying?

“Did you want a taste? It’s the new blend Marie brought in. A little slice of heaven”

Share her cup? My lips... her lips... “Looks too hot for heaven.” Fuck me.

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In Honour of the Lost - Bloghop

When I saw Kharisma's post about POW recognition day, I wanted to help out. I'm not always vocal about my support of the armed forces, but they do have a special place in my heart. It is a job I couldn't do and respect their efforts.

I shudder to think of not knowing where my loved one is, if he is even alive, what might be done to him. My imagination can draw up all forms of terror and yet, I'm sure, it isn't a match next to the flame of reality.

In recognition of all POWs I'm giving away a copy of either Campus Sexploits 3 or Blue Moon House to a commenter. This hop lasts until the end of the week, so that is when I will draw a winner. Let me know what you think about Prisoners of War.

Visit all the blogs on this hop!

The death of Summer

I have one last trip out of town. This next week we will collect the last vegetation samples before the first frosts and coming snow. Yes, I live in Canada. Winter comes earlier here and we have Thanksgiving in October. I've been working on a video trailer for Blue Moon House and it looks pretty awesome! My husband is going to help me clean it up when I get back at the end of the week.

If you have any updates or interesting people/bloggers I should be interviewing, let me know! I'm happy to give time and place here for friends of friends. Finally, a little excerpt from Blue Moon House because I just can't resist. Something fitting the death of summer.

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In a great burst of blinding white pain she collapsed back to the bed, panting, only she wasn’t getting breath. She heaved harder, dragging the air into her. Against her own strangled breath, she heard a sob. It sounded like Sophia. Julia put her hands to her chest, trying to claw, but unable to do much with them tied together. She tried to pull at her nose and face. She probably would have scraped herself raw if she hadn’t been secured. She thrashed, trying to find air, and would have fallen from the bed if not for her ankles. Instead, she hung precariously over the side, her vision filled with the quietly weeping Harry who held himself against his own pain as well as hers. It was the last thing she saw as her vision blurred and then went black.

A Little Mini-Madness - DeLeetra Staley

Today I have the pleasure of introducing another erotica author, DeLeetra Staley, and her book A Little Mini-Madness. Here's a synopsis:
Meet Quintessa Nevaeh James. A strong, independent, take charge woman with one flaw, she has a habit of thinking out loud. Quint also has an addiction to shoes that might be reason she has no man, she's never meet a man she loved more than her heels. Quint works for TGP(Thoroughly Groomed Personnel), one of the top temp agency's in New York. She is career oriented and thinks she only needs a man for the basics, which all revolve around the bedroom. Love is for suckers as far as Quint is concerned.

In walks Alejandro Sin'Jin Galliani, a successful businessman, in desperate need of a temporary personal assistant. With his domineering, alpha male personality Quint can tell that Alejandro is a man accustomed to getting what he wants, and he wants Quint. But this time Alejandro may have bitten off more than he can chew, while Quint is wondering if there is more to this arrangement then him needing a top notch PA?

Take everyday humor and the odd things that can happen when two people fall in love, then top it off with three nosey friends, a diva Siamese cat and a witch of a boss and A Little Mini-Madness will have you wondering why everyday isn't a shoe shopping day.

What made you decide to take the leap and publish?