Tuesday, October 14, 2014

Tattoo Tuesday: Zane Hammer #tattooTuesday #sexytats #inkedguru @zanehammer

Zane Hammer
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Give me four sentences that sum you up: what you do, who you are, where you've been... 
Well I'm a very bold and out spoken guy. I act and model, but I occasionally bartend. I've been all over the US never outside of it. I also love to help others however I can, even if it's just a smile or a hug.

What was your first tattoo?  Does it have meaning to you?
My first tattoo was a band around my forearm  (gotta start somewhere) haha

Do you have any that you regret getting?
No none that I regret, placement or size may have been a little better.

If you had to pick a favorite piece of ink, which would it be and why?
My rib piece by Josh Payne is pretty rad or my head by Teej Poole because both artist are amazing and the work is great!

Do you have more tats planned?
Yes my whole body (minus my face) is planned (so stay tuned to see)

Do you believe the idea of tattoos being addictive?
No not really addicting I just want my body done.

What's your life plans for the immediate future? Long-term?
Life plans.... Haha well, I'm starting a clothing company, I'm also an actor so getting bigger parts in big movies would be great.

What's something about yourself that most people don't know?
I'm a pretty open book, but probably have to say that my fav color is hot pink.

If you could go back in time and give your younger-self ONE piece of advice, what would it be?
Hit the road and travel!

If you were a superhero, what would your power be? Your weakness?
Super power oh hell yes! Flying would be sweet! Or super strength.
I already have a weakness. Girls with big butts!

Favorite TV show or station?
Fav tv show Archer!

Favorite sport/activity to either participate in or watch?
Stunt riding, motocross freestyle, hell anything extreme really.

What was the first vehicle you bought?
The first vehicle I ever bought was an old Volvo

What's your 'go to' comfort item (food, place, drink, etc)?
Cereal mmm Rice Krispies treats

Do you have a good luck charm that you 'need' to have for traveling, important meetings, etc?
Haha yes my phone

If there were no $ or time limitations, where would you be right now and what would you be doing?
Vacationing somewhere out of the US and tropical

Do you enjoy reading? Who's your fav author, or your fav type of book (suspense, mystery, biography, paranormal, etc)?
I do, I do not have a fav author. Biographies are my fav, I love knowing people's stories.

Quick Questions:
Bottle or can? Bottle
Chocolate or vanilla? Vanilla
Salty, sweet or spicy? Sweet
Muscle car or motorcycle? Motorcycle 
Morning person or night-owl? Morning Person
Rollercoaster or bumper cars? Roller Coaster

Where would you like people to find you?
Instagram: @toothlessterror
Twitter: @zanehammer
Email: stuntin44@gmail.com 

Any other shout outs you'd like to do? Websites? FB pages?

All images are copyrighted by Ben Robi, Boss Lady Photography, Alfred Valle and/or Zane Hammer. They may not be used, reposted, shared or otherwise transferred without writing permissions from the photographer AND the model.

Monday, October 13, 2014

Ciana Stone's 'Hot in the Saddle' ~ The Men of the Circle R #eroticrom #cowboys #sexyread @syneca2

Hot in the Saddle:
The Men of the Circle R


Four ranchers as hot as the Arizona desert - men more than willing for a night of loving, but who all think that love is not in their cards. Oh boy does life has some surprises in store for them. They just might come to believe in love after all ... and a whole lot more. 

Join Chase Hawks and his half-brothers Clay, Cole and Caleb Russell as they discover that falling in love sometimes means accepting things you never thought possible.

Links:  (only through Amazon right now)

Chase parked the truck in front of the house but made no move to get out. He was two hours early for dinner and he was annoyed. All day Ana Stillwater had crept into his thoughts, the way her golden eyes lit up when she smiled, and the way they darkened into pools of liquid fire when she was angry. Her lithe, supple body and the sensual, smooth and fluid way she moved. The way light bounced in little shards of indigo on her long silky hair. And that voice. That low, husky, please-fuck-me voice.

He groaned and leaned his head back. He’d only known the woman a day and already she’d bewitched him, crept into his damn head and taken up residence. There was only one thing he could do to rid himself of the spell she had him under and that was to have her. Sure as the world, if he had her, he’d be able to put her out of his mind and stop fantasizing like a damn schoolboy.

That’s what he would do. He’d give her a few days then he’d make his move. Charm the pants off her then fuck her brains out. With his decision made, he felt more himself. In control, just the way he liked it.

He got out of the truck and walked to the house. Music was playing inside, but it wasn’t anything he was familiar with. He opened the door, and all the control he thought he had fled like fog in sunshine.

Ana had her back to the door, her legs spread and was bent over at the waist with her head touching the floor, her forearms on the floor, hands clasped lightly. She saw him when he entered and smiled. “Hey! I thought you weren’t going to be here until seven?”

But Chase wasn’t looking at her face. Her firm rear was completely exposed except for a tiny strip of black material that bisected her ass cheeks. Her breasts were threatening to spill out of the low-cut top of the thong bodysuit.


He forced his eyes to her face and she laughed. “Yoga,” she said.

“Huh?” He hadn’t gotten blood to his brain yet, it was still concentrated in his little head which was not so little at the moment.

“Yoga.” She straightened gracefully and turned to face him.

“Oh, yeah, right.” To keep from staring at her tight little body encased in that sexy getup—cut high on her hips, barely covering her pussy and low at the top, giving him a good view of most of her breasts—he looked around the room.

And that’s when he noticed them. Crystals. On the coffee table. On top of the television, on the windowsill, the bookcase, the gun rack and even on the frame above the door to the kitchen. All sizes and colors.

“What’s all this?” He gestured around.

“Charging,” she said and watched him with amusement. Ana wasn’t a fool. She’d seen the way he looked at her. And she’d checked him out in return and noticed the impressive bulge in his pants. It was enough to make her mouth water.


“Yeah, charging the room.” She turned and picked up a large, dull, yellowish crystal from the coffee table, affording him another look at her ass. “This is calcite. Actually golden calcite which is a unique Welsh variety. It was my mother’s. Nothing better for energizing the crown chakra, and a wonderful energy amplifier.”

Chase didn’t quite know what to say. Although it did explain why that oversized duffel bag of hers weighed so much.

“This makes you uncomfortable.” Ana wondered why it had taken her so long to pick up on that. Maybe because of the sexual energy that was arcing between them. It had been a long time since she’d felt sexual attraction and she was positive she’d never felt anything even close to the intensity she felt from Chase.

“Sorry.” She snatched up a cloth bag from the sofa and hurried around the room, gathering up the crystals and putting them into the bag. She fumbled one as she started past Chase. It fell, but before it hit the floor, he caught it.

“Oh, thank you!” She smiled at him. “I would have been heartbroken if it had been damaged.”

“It belonged to your mother, too?” he asked as he handed it to her.

“Yes.” She placed the dark crystal in the bag and tied it closed.

“What does it do?”

“It relieves sorrow. Well, not really relieves it. More like it helps us to recognize that everything happens for a reason.”

“You think there is a reason, Ana?”

In that moment it came to her. It was all for a reason. All she had been through had been to lead her here, to this moment, and this man.

“Absolutely.” She looked up at him with eyes that beckoned like a siren to a doomed sailor.

Her eyes brought him a step closer to her. “Like you breaking down in Arizona and me running over you? You think there’s some reason for that?”


“Then why don’t you fill me in, Sassy?” His voice dropped to a low sexy growl that sent a shiver racing through her.

“You can call me Ana.” She slid closer, so close that she could feel the wave of heat coming off his body.

“Does that mean we’re friends now?” He moved in, placing one hand on her bare hip to pull her against him.

“No.” She traced one hand up from his chest to his neck then on up to push his hat off his head and rake her fingers through his thick hair. “But we will be.”

With that she pulled his head down. Her eyes remained locked with his and for the space of several heartbeats they remained frozen, eyes searching and breath mingling. Then her lips touched his, soft and gentle, a butterfly’s wings brush of the skin.

“Careful, Sassy. Play with fire and you’re liable to get burned.” Chance’s hand tightened on her hip, feeling the smooth soft skin and firm muscle beneath.

Ana heard the warning as clear as the need in his voice, and she agreed. Chance was not a man to play with. As many women has he’d had in the past, and as sure as he was that he would not be a victim to love, he was as vulnerable as she in many respects. The smart thing to do would be to back down, not push it. But that would go against her nature. She smiled and brushed her lips against his again, this time flicking her tongue out to run it over his bottom lip. “I like it hot,” she whispered.

“Then you’re going to love this,” he murmured just before he seized her lips in a kiss that had her vibrating like a plucked guitar string. Chase was not gentle or shy in his approach. His tongue plundered her mouth, as hot and hard as the hands that gripped her hips and pulled her more firmly against him, sandwiching his stiff cock between them.

Ana gave in to the kiss, matching his passion, their tongues battling for dominance as she undulated against him, her belly pressing against his cock in a sinuous fluid grind that had his hands moving to cup her firm ass and pull her even tighter against him.

When they finally came up for air, her eyes were a dark molten gold, her face flushed. She wanted more, wanted him to press for more, but knew instinctively that this was not their time.

“If you’ll excuse me, I need to change.” She backed away from him.

Chase reached out and grabbed her arm as she turned away. “I like what you have on.”

His passion-induced compliment delighted her. She chuckled, a low throaty laugh that had his hormones doing a fast two-step and something completely unfamiliar swell in his chest.

“What was that about playing with fire?” she teased.

“You think you could burn me, Ana?” He drew in close, his maleness overwhelming and compelling.

She smiled up at him coyly. “Believe me, Chase. When the time comes, you’ll need to bring a fire hose.”

Author Bio:
Ciana lives in Florida with the love of her life. When asked for more information, she will confirm the following facts:
Ciana is:
1. Female
2. Happily married with two fantastic children and four amazing grandchildren
3. An artist, photographer and cover designer through www.syneca-originalsyn.com
4. Loves animals of the warm and fuzzy variety but reptiles give her a major case of the creeping willies
5. Loves playing disc golf and working out
6. Is hooked on video games and Left 4 Dead (and L4D2) and Borderlands are her favorite games.
7. Loves to work out and looks forward to her daily workouts
8. Is a fan of television shows like Justified, Game of Thrones, The Newsroom and The Blacklist
9. Likes operating power tools
10. Likes all types of music and always has the sound system turned on.
11. Loves to hear from readers
website:  www.cianastone.com

Sunday, October 12, 2014

Suz deMello "kinky Toes" Quickie Read #eroticromance #kinkyread #footfetish #fetlife

Writing Kinky Toes by Suz deMello (#kinkysex #foot fetish @fetlife @MFRW_ORG)

            This short story was the first I wrote about a form of sexual desire in which I have no interest whatsoever. Okay, I like a pair of pretty shoes as much as the next girl, but I’m not sexually aroused by feet or footwear. The first time a man sucked my toes was after a hot and sweaty bike ride, and candidly, I thought the experience a little disgusting. Not for me—I wasn’t doing the sucking—but for the guy. Nevertheless, he seemed to really enjoy it, despite the unsanitary nature of the activity. (He was a doctor, too, which made what he did even more puzzling).

            But each to his own, I say, and if someone indulges a fetish and doesn’t hurt anyone else (except with consent, of course) who am I to judge?

            I wrote Kinky Toes during a time when I was exploring ways to keep the writing fresh by focusing on fetishes I hadn’t previously written about. Queen’s Quest (http://www.ellorascave.com/queen-s-quest.html) is another story from that period, and it posits a society in which exhibitionism is rampant and public sex perfectly acceptable—the conformation of the futuristic planet I invented is such that birthrates are low, and anything to get new births is encouraged.

            I’m neither an exhibitionist nor a foot fetishist, so both stories were a departure for me. I didn’t know anything about foot or shoe fetishes, so I had to research both subjects.  Kinky Toes is the result.

Here’s what it’s about:
Genre: contemporary erotic romance
Shelbie Nathanson resents Rick Saldano's ascension to C.O.O. of her family's shoe company, a job she's wanted all her life. But she can't resist his red-hot, sexy style of lovemaking... one that focuses on her passion: shoes.

Here’s a snippet to sharpen your interest:

In the cab, Shelbie became even more aware of Rick, if that were possible. He was big. Not fat, but solid, sizable, with broad shoulders and an obviously muscular body beneath his suit. She couldn’t help sneaking a peek at his crotch. The suit’s fabric had pulled tight as he sat, tight enough that she could guess that six-foot-two Rick’s body parts were proportional.

Her mood had definitely changed.

He leaned closer, hesitated the tiniest fraction of a second before he brushed his lips against her cheek. Shocked, she jerked away, but he didn’t move, his gaze still pinned to hers.

She didn’t move either. The air felt thick, as though the very atmosphere were holding her in place. They sat staring at each other until the cabbie harrumphed. “Where to, folks?”

After giving the cabbie an address she didn’t recognize, Rick didn’t say anything during the cab ride. Rigid with a tension she couldn’t define, Shelbie didn’t have a word to say either, not even when he picked up one of her feet and rested it in his lap, atop his very substantial hard-on. She wiggled her foot and the stiletto heel slid across the bulge in his pants.

He sighed, so she did it again. Then again. He clamped his lips tight shut, apparently stifling a groan as his erection swelled even more.

He slid one finger along the exposed arch of her foot. It didn’t feel ticklish, exactly, but was tingly, the kind of tingle her pussy liked.

He inserted his finger into her toe cleavage. The spot between the big toe and the next was tiny, smaller than his index finger. His abrupt thrust hurt a little, and Shelbie had a mad vision of the time when she’d lost her virginity. Her pussy had been too small for the tool her then-boyfriend had wielded.

She had that same feeling now, an ache as something big intruded into her body’s smaller space. She tried to pull away but he persisted, twisting his finger until he’d pushed in as far as her shoe would allow.

He sawed his finger in and out and she bit down on her lower lip to avoid moaning aloud. She flung her head back, panting as he rotated his finger.

They arrived outside a row of brownstones near the park. He slipped his finger out of her toe cleavage and gave her foot a squeeze. An awkwardness she hadn’t felt since teenage sex overcame her as she dropped her feet to the cab’s floor. Rick paid the fare, ushered her out of the taxi and into the building…his building, she supposed.

The moment they were alone in the elevator, she sprang at him and pressed her lips against his. He wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as his tongue invaded her mouth. She sucked at him hard, shoving her hands into his hair. He tasted and felt divine.
Her body was aflame, all light and heat, and he picked her up as though she were made of insubstantial fire, weighing nothing...

Like what you read? There’s more! Buy the short story at:

About Suzie:

Best-selling, award-winning author Suz deMello, a.k.a Sue Swift, has written seventeen romance novels in several subgenres, including erotica, comedy, historical, paranormal, mystery and suspense, plus a number of short stories and non-fiction articles on writing. A freelance editor, she’s held the positions of managing editor and senior editor, working for such firms as Totally Bound, Liquid Silver Books and Ai Press. She also takes private clients.

Her books have been favorably reviewed in Publishers Weekly, Kirkus and Booklist, won a contest or two, attained the finals of the RITA and hit several bestseller lists.

A former trial attorney, her passion is world travel. She’s left the US over a dozen times, including lengthy stints working overseas. She’s now writing a vampire tale and planning her next trip.

     Find Suzie’s books here: 

http://www.tinyurl.com/SuzDeMello (publisher’s site)

Thursday, October 9, 2014

Photog Thursday: Matt Marsh #photogThursday #coverphoto #coverpics #covermodel @matt_marsh

Matt Marsh of Matt Marsh Photography
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Interested in something like this? Contact Matt Marsh Photography

Give us the lowdown on who you are... where have you been? What have you done? What makes you tick.
Matt Marsh, Full Time Professional Fitness Photographer originally from Cape Town. Used to be Crew for BA so travelled the world. My sweet tooth makes me tick, ensures I have my sugar fix! And the feeling of freedom working for myself, I am the Boss!

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When did you first know you wanted to be behind a camera for a living? 
14 years old, got my first SLR

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We all want to know how you find these sexy guys to take photos of... tell us the process
They find me! It's all about reputation! Something that is paramount in any business.

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How do you get the models to give you what you want? Do you coach before the set of pics? During? Shouting out 'turn left, no your other left'?
Just coach during their set, if you call yourself a model then it's your loss if you can't model… it's like me saying I am a pro-photographer but don't know how to light you… I just wouldn't. We all have to start somewhere and coaching on set is always done.

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What's the coolest location you've every photographed in? 
Unfinished Bridge / Highway in Cape Town

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Do you love using digital medium, or are you nostalgic about the old 35mm?
I have only ever used film and digital and digital wins hands down I don't have the clientele to warrant medium format.

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What was your first camera?
Minolta Dynax 3000i

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Have you taken classes on photography? Photo editing software?
Nope! Self taught.

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What's the best part of your job?
Being able to be me, no false smiles, no yes sir, no sir, 3 bags full sir, no uniform, all me! I apologise in advance if you catch me wearing crocs! That's me.

If we were to peek into your office space what items would we see that might surprise us?
Lots of baby oil gel… yuck! Hate the stuff but it has to be used!

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Do you listen to music while you edit photos or doesn't it matter?
Nope! I have an editor.

What do you absolutely enjoy about working with models and authors for covers?
I've never worked with authors but the pride you feel when your image is on the cover of a mag is unreal…. especially when your 2 year old says "daddy work!"

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Who do you have coming up on your schedule that we might be interested in?
Just a load more half naked men and women in gyms, location and studio…

What ONE item would you absolutely have to have on a deserted island?
My wife ( she's good to me )

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Quick questions (one worders)
Chocolate or vanilla - vanilla
Morning person or night owl - night owl
can or bottle - bottle
wine or beer NONE
train or plane - Plane
Vegas or Disney World - Vegas
Modern or classical art - Modern

Where would you like authors and other interested folks to get in touch with you?

Interested in something like this? Contact Matt Marsh Photography

Any traveling you'd like to promote?
Looking to be in Cape Town 1st feb - 28th Feb

All images are copyrighted by Matt Marsh Photography and may not be shared, used, changed, tampered with or otherwise posted without written consent of the photographer.

Wednesday, October 8, 2014

Author Spotlight: Nancy Corrigan 'Mist Unveiled' #eroticrom #paranormal

Elemental Desire, Book 1

Cat has one love in her life: science. Facts, not passion, have always ruled her—until an unknown deadly virus claims her sister’s life. Cat’s quest for answers takes her to Greenland and drops her into the arms of the one man who sways her devotion from logic to passion. Rune stirs her lusts, ignites her desires and fuels her carnal cravings, but he isn’t simply a lover, nor is he human. He’s a weapon, one that has the potential to save or destroy her.

Rune, a child of the mist, awakens into a world hovering on the verge of destruction. Rising temperatures have released his enemies from their frozen prison without his knowledge. He searches for them but finds Cat, a human with the power to save him and the world. He hungers for her—blood, body and soul. Every moment of shared passion convinces him of the truth—she’s his greatest treasure, one he’ll die to keep.

A Romantica® paranormal erotic romance from Ellora’s Cave


He grasped her hip and settled her over him so her cotton-covered cleft pressed along his cock. She didn’t shift away from the evidence of his arousal. Another breathy sound escaped. The small sign of her approval encouraged him. He slid his hand to her ass and massaged. She bit her lip.
“I hadn’t expected the woman I’d awaited on to be so captivating.”
She chuckled. The throaty sound tightened his balls. “Really? Have you been out in the cold too long? I’m far from captivating. I’m not even wearing matching shoes.”
He’d noticed the details. They hadn’t meant anything to him. He skimmed his fingertips along the edge of her jaw. “And if you have to make a point of that, it confirms my suspicions about you.”
She gripped his shoulders. “What are you talking about?”
Her quickened heartbeat made him smile. He’d pegged her right. With her shiny black hair, intelligent eyes and a face that could’ve belonged to an angel, she no doubt had a slew of males vying for her body. She didn’t want to be bothered with their attention. The why didn’t matter. His touch had awakened her lusts. If he had to hold her close to protect her, he had no reason not to enjoy the benefits of her interest. Sex had been the only thing that had made having a consort bearable the last time too.
“You hide behind layers of clothing, hoping males don’t notice how gorgeous you are.”
She closed her eyes, blocking what he could’ve garnered from them. “Is that so?”
He sifted his fingers through the locks of her hair and dislodged the tie holding it back. Strands of pure silk tickled his skin.

With his palm cradling her head, he skimmed his nose over her temple and breathed in more of her exotic scent. “Yes. Is it because you don’t want the attention or…” A surge of jealousy he had no business feeling choked him. “Or because you are already bound to another?”

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Author Spotlight: Cara Carnes 'Phoenix Rising' @caracarnes #paranormal #NAromance

Sometimes you have to crumble to ashes before you can fly. 

Riletta knew hardship. As a shifter who couldn’t shift, she was raised in a wolf pack that ostracized her. She was ready to tackle the world when she was dropped off at the university with no identity, very little cash, and the only thing she wanted—freedom. The last thing she expected was for the university’s resident Alpha wolf to stake a claim. 

Macen Giordano hadn’t expected the little female to bring out his protective wolf, but he’s not about to let university politics harm the innocent shifter. Riles may not be wolf, but she is his. 

When prejudices threaten them both and shed light on her true nature, the two must survive the impossible to earn their destiny. 

He threw me out of the pack.
Knowing something was inevitable and accepting its occurrence were two entirely different things. Part of me wanted to race after the long-gone car or perhaps call Elise and beg to return. But that was crazy. They’d been done with me eighteen years, three months and two days ago—the moment I’d crawled into their land from no one knew where. I’d been two when they’d proclaimed me a freak of nature undeserving of life.
But I’d been spared.
Piercing shrieks and laughter drew my focus from my trudge forward to a crush of girls several yards away. I smiled cautiously when a few of them met my stare. Fitting in had never been my strong suit, but perhaps this place was different.
Pain streamed through my core, radiating from my face when I slammed into an unmoving object—a massive chest adorned in a crimson t-shirt with a black and white snapping wolf. My throat constricted for a moment as I studied the muscular flesh beneath the shirt. He was huge.
“Slow your roll there, mouse.” Warm fingers wrapped gently around both my arms, holding me up for a moment as my limbs forgot how to work. Full lips turning upward into a smug grin shoved me backward. My pulse slammed into overdrive as I met a metallic gray gaze. A rugged jaw line drew attention from his gorgeous face to the wavy mass of thick, black hair, longer than fashionable, which flirted with his shirt collar.
This was someone who realized the effect he had on girls like me. I studied his shirt for a moment, reining in my riotous body. My lungs burned for breaths I couldn’t remember to take; something within me rubbed against my skin.
The sensation made me gasp. What the hell was that?
Could it be…?
No. There was no way. I’d been tested. Repeatedly.
I was inherently damaged beyond repair.
“Breathe, little mouse. Nice and deep for me.”
Fingers squeezed until I inhaled the welcoming brush of woodsy brine and earth deep into my lungs. I wanted to lean into his warmth, inhale deeper at his pulse point like I’d seen others from my pack do with the Alphas. He was utterly splendid in all ways.
I knew better than to surrender to the desire, though.
Abominations like you will not breathe the same air as my Alphas, Riletta. Don’t offend them with your presence. You exist because I showed mercy. Don’t make me regret my decision.
“Sorry.” The squeak of my rarely used voice made me shrivel away from the strength of his embrace. Could I be any more pathetic?