Thursday, February 28, 2013

Demystifying the Male- Ladies Edition

This week is something a little different. I've asked the guys to put together a list of questions THEY had for women. Seeing they've been nothing but super open and awesome to us, I thought it was high time we reciprocated.

I asked the normal culprits, Cassandra Carr, Cara Carnes, Anya Richards, Piper Trace and Julianne Keller. All are weekly commenters on the DtM posts and are part of the Cabal of Hotness.

Brian's Question:
Preference on our manscape down stairs.  Do you ladies have a pubic preference, Fully hairless, trimmed or something out of the 70's   Why?

Cassandra: Trimmed is fine with me. I'd prefer it not be a jungle, but no hair sometimes looks a little odd. Why? It's neater. Plus, just like for you guys when you go down on us, it's a more pleasant experience if you're not being suffocated by hair. ;-)

Cara: Hairless is best, trimmed is good. Why? I have an oral fetish and would prefer my focus to be on the reason I'm down there:) I don't like getting distracted by awkward smells or having to use my kneeling time foraging through a forest for the manly treasures.

Anya: I like trimmed, but hairless balls are awfully nice, because there's nothing worse than that feeling of a hair caught at the back of my throat. Very unsexy to have to stop and hack like a cat with a hairball.

Piper: Definitely shaved balls and neatly trimmed short pubes above the balls. Lots of reasons: 1) your penis looks bigger 2) I get less hair caught in my mouth 3) hair is kinda gross and is more likely to retain...smells 4) I'm more likely to put your balls in my mouth if they are shaved. Well...maybe not YOUR balls, but you get what I mean. LOL :) But not completely shaved because...well I think a little hair is just manly.

I'd prefer for him to have his balls shaved and/or shaved or trimmed around the penis. If I'm going to be giving a blow job, I want as little hair as possible. Nothing breaks the mood more than having to stop and spit out a hair or try to pick it out of my teeth.  I also think less hair is very sexy.

Jose's Question:
Is it true, that you know within the first couple of minutes of meeting a guy that you know whether or not you would fuck him?

Cassandra: Eh. It depends. Am I looking for a one-night-stand? Then probably. Am I looking longer-term? Then probably not. But if the guy sends up any red flags during that first few minutes he's done for. What do I mean by red flags? Rudeness, condescension (yes, some men still condescend to women), arrogance, cluelessness...

Cara: Yes, and no. For one night stands or one time hookups based on physical chemistry, it's definitely true. But getting to know someone on a mental level brings on a whole new byplay that deepens an attraction, and that takes a bit more time IMHO.

Anya: Not always. Usually you know whether you're attracted to a man almost immediately but whether you'd actually fuck him... no. Sometimes a man has to grow on you a bit or you have to get a bunch of booze in you :) Or sometimes you think, "Wow, I'd fuck him" and then he opens his mouth or picks his nose or something and you wouldn't touch him with a ten-foot pole after that.

Piper: Absolutely not! A million times NO! At least not for me. For me SO MUCH of your attractiveness depends on personality and chemistry!! I've met many super-handsome, seemingly fun guys who very quickly became HIGHLY unattractive as I got to know him, and vice versa. Often a guy who doesn't immediately rev a woman's engine can turn it completely around if she realizes all the sneaky goddamn sexiness hiding under the surface! And honestly, I find that even sexier...those sneaky-sexy guys. Like they're hiding a delicious secret, and YOU discovered it! And then sometimes you find both. When I met my hubby, I found him to be very attractive AND he had sneaky sexiness on top of it! So I married him. :)

Julianne: No. For me it's mostly about the chemistry between us. If there isn't any chemistry, it's safe to say that I probably won't be fucking him. Sometimes, it's all about the timing. If I'm just looking for a one night stand type of thing, a few minutes is all I need. But if I'm wanting to really get to know him, and possibly start a relationship, that's going to take a lot longer to know. I might be dreaming of having some hot sex with him when I first meet a guy, odds are I truly won't know until I get to know him better.

Ramrod's Question:
Why is it taboo for a woman to be seen or show off her bra and panties in public but be OK to wear a swimsuit that has the same coverage of less?

Cassandra: We have no idea. Honestly. Noooo idea. Not that I want to do that anyway, but it does seem sort of silly.

Cara: Ramrod, I totally want to know the answer to this myself. Personally, for the sake of humanity, I wouldn't venture out in either but I do find it interesting myself. Perhaps it's the psychological assignment we've given the articles of clothing. Maybe we're regressing our minds back to a time where ladies didn't show their girlie wears to anyone.

Anya: That's a question for the ages... and my husband and I just had an argument over it...thanks Ramrod! Here's the thing--society has a really dumb way of artificially making things more important than they need to be. If you call something "underwear" then society says it is to be worn UNDER the clothes, is to be kept private and will be overly titillating if exposed. Now, take something just about the same size, but lined so it doesn't go see-through when wet and call it swimwear, and suddenly you can tear off the sarong and expose it all you want. *shrug* I don't make the rules and half the time I don't understand them either.

#1: I have no idea
#2: the only reason women AREN'T running around in bras and panties all the time is because it's "against the rules". Not that every woman is into that, but there's a reason all the sluts come out at Halloween...because sluts like us are FINALLY allowed to let our freak flags fly! Obviously, I'm pro-slut. :)

Julianne: First of all, I think some women don't have any problems showing off their bras and panties. I also think it has a lot to do with what generation you're from, or how you are raised. It's not ladylike to let your undergarments show. Mostly, I think it's because the bra and panties are considered under garments and not meant to be seen or show through clothing. A swimsuit on the other hand, is designed to seen that way.

I want to thank the lovely ladies that answered so openly above:

All are weekly commenters on the DtM posts and are part of the Cabal of Hotness.

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

CBP- Cristal Ryder Blog Tour

Cristal has a blog tour going on until March 15th. She's giving away 3 ebooks from her backlist, winner's choice. Enter below using the Rafflecopter.

Jenna takes a big risk and decides to live in the moment. After months of communication by social media, she accepts an invitation to Colorado where she finally meets her cowboy. Burned by past romances, Jenna is determined to move on and goes with one goal in mind—a booty call with a tall, dark, sexy cowboy.Chet is a romantic at heart and when Jenna arrives, he knows there’s more to her than a pretty face and a hot body. A casual fling won’t do. He’s smitten and decides to woo her the old-fashioned way with time and patience. And of course, hot sex.Their chemistry is elemental and they come together with heat that sears the snowy peaks. When Mother Nature steps in, Jenna is forced to face the feelings she’s tried so hard to keep buried and Chet has to draw on his mountain skills to save the woman he has come to love.
His hands didn’t need a map and they found their way to the lacy edge of her panties. Chet ran his thumb under the elastic edge but didn’t pull them down. He left them there, hiding her from his view for just a little longer. He dipped his fingers lower and brushed them through her warm and wet crease. He didn’t realize he’d been holding his breath until she gasped and her fingers clutched at his hair, making him suck in a breath too.
“You’re driving me c-crazy.”
“Like I said earlier, I aim to please.” He could barely get the words out, his arousal at such an unbearable state.

* * * * *

A girls’ night out for a pole dance workshop at her friend’s upscale sex club takes a wild turn for normally timid Karen. She knew what to expect, but not how far she’d be willing to go.
Rob comes to Desire After Dark as a plus one. His only expectation is visual stimulation, not participation. But that soon changes when he spots the buttoned-up-to-there beauty hanging around on the sidelines.
Thrown together, Karen and Rob find the sexual heat between them undeniable. Surrounded by twosomes and moresomes, they step on an unexpected and steamy path. But when another joins in, they have a plus one of their own.

The chill of the fall night swirled down from the surrounding buildings and whispered over her flesh. Karen felt her nipples rise up. Steam rose from the heated pool water shrouding them in its mist. It was now or never.
She smiled at Rob and walked toward him, suddenly not so shy and feeling the power of her sexuality. She let her hips sway just a little more than normal and felt the bounce of her breasts. Glancing down at him she saw his cock jump and the need to curl her fingers around his impressive thickness made her fingers twitch.

Cristal's Bio:
Cristal read her first romance at age twelve. Taylor Caldwell introduced her to passion and romance that fueled a craving to read anything she could get her hands on.
Cristal wrote her first story at fifteen, and spent many hours escaping into worlds she created on the walk to and from high school with her friends.
Cristal lives in a small Canadian town, is a single mom of two college aged sons. Along with her writing, Cristal works full time, loves horses, the outdoors and will jet off at any given opportunity to see the world.
Cristal is multi-published with Ellora's Cave, Sybarite Seductions and Lyrical Press

You can find me at:!/CristalRyder
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Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Tattoo Tuesday- Del Green

 Welcome Del Green to Tattoo Tuesday!

What was your first tattoo? Does it have meaning to you?
My first tattoo was my RELENTLESS across my back. When I was young I went through some rough times but no matter what I went through I continued to work my ass off to get myself into college and be the first in my family to go. When I got accepted and started my second semester I decided it was time to get the tat that I had been wanting.
Lea Note: I love these stories! Totally fabulous.

Do you have any that you regret getting?
No, I put a lot of thought into my tattoos.

Do you have more tats planned?
I plan to add one more on my ribs but I am not dead set on a design or idea yet.

God, those eyes.

Do you buy into tattoos being addictive once you start getting them?
Yes! I had to convince myself that it wasn't smart to get anymore while I was still on that "high" from the first one.

What's your plans for the immediate future? Long-term?
Immediate future would have to be graduating from college which I will do in December. Long-term I plan to fly to New York in hopes of landing a modeling deal.
Lea Note: Congrats on the upcoming graduation!

Okay, I know, you can't see any ink, but isn't this a great shot?!

Where would you like people to find you?
Go follow Del and RLS Images! Do it!  
Twitter- @del_green
Instagram- @delgreen19

All images are copyrighted by RLS Images and Xia Photography, and may not be used, distributed, sold or otherwise produced without written permission.

Saturday, February 23, 2013

Sensual Saturday- Bound at the Ball

Enjoy a snippet from 'Bound at the Ball'- my latest release.

Rella Cinder was born to the submissive race on her planet and has finally reached the age of maturity. She has hated her nature since birth and has fought her submissiveness. As the youngest of four sisters, she’s watched the others go off and look for mates. This time she’s forced to comply with the government’s edicts, which includes attending the Unity Ball and taking a mate from the warrior species. What she doesn’t know is that she has already caught the eye of a warrior before stepping foot into the Ball.

Warrior Sabar T'Brun is ready to take a mate but doesn’t want a weak female. He sees what he craves in the willful Rella during her Initiation Ceremony. Her sweet submission and soft cries of passion are exactly what he wants in a mate.

Can they find each other before the Unity Ball ends? Or will someone else claim her?

“Hmm, I see you are frustrated. Shall we get back to my game so you can come soon, or would you like to argue with me longer?” His voice was deeper, rougher.
Perhaps he wasn’t as unaffected by her body as she first thought. That didn’t help her situation, though. She wanted to come, but did she want to give that power to him? Did it really matter? There was no reason for him to lie. That meant she was already his mate, chosen, signed for, sealed. Why not take the orgasm her body so badly wanted?
“Ask me, please.”
“Good girl. I didn’t know if you’d forgive me enough to let me continue. I’m very pleased.”
His hands continued stroking her skin, touching a nipple, skimming down her side, brushing her pussy and back to her breast. She closed her eyes and absorbed the feeling, shivering as goose bumps raced after his fingers. The tips felt rough against her skin but so wonderful as they moved over her. She tried to push her chest toward his hands and raise her hips as he approached her clit. Her frustration rose with each pass as he avoided her swollen nubs. Just as she was ready to scream and beg, he asked his next question.
“Do you want me to bring you to orgasm by my fingers or my mouth?”
Her mind blanked. She understood what he would do with his fingers, but why would he offer to do something to her with his mouth? She opened her eyes and stared at him, her mind hazy. “I don’t understand the question.”
“Do you want me to touch you with my hands until you come, or do you want me to lie between your legs and lick your clit until you come on my tongue?”
Just the thought of him on his belly between her legs, breathing his warm, moist breaths on her pussy made her moan. “Mouth…please.”
He looked surprised for a moment before he stood and moved to the foot of the table. He knelt on the floor and ran his palms up the inside of her legs. “Spread for me, Rella. Let me in.”
She did as he asked, blushing deeply at having him so close to her pussy. She could feel the moisture coating her lips. The movement of her legs brought the beads against her clit and pulled another moan from her lips. She wouldn’t last long, especially with his dark head buried between her thighs. She closed her eyes against the view to allow her some sense of control. If she watched him approach her clit with his mouth, she’d come before he even touched her.
She jumped when something cold wrapped around her thigh. Just above her knee he attached another metal cuff. To it he attached one of the many chains dangling above them. He touched something on the edge of the table and the chain drew her leg up and out, opening her farther. She watched in stunned silence when he did the same to her other thigh. She tested the restraints and found she couldn’t move her legs at all. A shiver ran down her spine. She wiggled her ass and sighed. She still had some ability to move.
When he chuckled, she jerked her gaze to his eyes and saw amusement once again. With slow, calculated movements he reached beside her hip and grabbed a cloth strap. He cocked an eyebrow before laying the piece over her belly and hooking it to the other side of the table. He’d seen her test her bonds and had taken her freedom away. Fear and excitement warred in her mind.
A snick echoed loudly in the room. She looked down and found Sabar removing her beaded belt from her hips. She bucked when he removed the pussy piece, brushing against her swollen tissues. She whimpered with the loss.
“You may come whenever you want.” His words whispered across her inner thigh and she shivered.
Before she could respond he bent forward and wrapped his lips around her clit. A moan was wrenched from her mouth. The feeling was beyond anything she’d ever imagined. Hot, wet ecstasy wrapped her mind in nothing but feelings. She pulled on her wrist restraints, wanting to pull his head away or push it closer to her pussy. She didn’t know, but the feel of those metal cuffs keeping her arms immobile made her try to buck her hips against his lips. Anything to get more or less. Something needed to happen so she could come. Flicks of his tongue were too much, and not enough.
“I need something. Please. More.” She begged, thrashing her head.
“I know what you need. Just feel. Relax into the feeling of my mouth on you and let me take you over the edge.”

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Thursday, February 21, 2013

Demystifying the Male- 15

1. If you had to pick, which would be your choice between watching two women together, or a MFM menage? Why? 

Vile: I love watching two women with each other, I do not even have to take part in it. Just sit back and watch the two go at it. Two women really know how to please each other, and just something about watching a woman eat pussy. Lord help us all.

Ramrod: Two women going at it.  Male/Female/Male is too high cock to pussy ratio.  Not that I want to watch another dudes tallywacker but I would prefer two women on one man over all.  I am a visual person and if I can't be involved I would like to have a good visual where I can fantasize myself being in.  I don't fantasize seeing myself bumping balls trying to double penetrate a chick or try the Eiffel Tower.  Not saying I wouldn't but you did say I had a choice.
Lea Note: Now, some of you might be snickering here, and others are pulling out their urban dictionaries to look up the Eiffel Tower. That is with one guy vaginally and one guy orally with the girl between them. The guys 'high five' each other over her back, therefore an Eiffel Tower. I know, I didn't know either. LOL

Brian: Ok if I had to watch then I would choose two women.The reason I would choose this is oblivious, its fucking hot lol. There is something beautiful about two women kissing, sucking on titties, and the best, watching a girl eat another girl out, yum. I've never had the opportunity to see this in person and yes it is on my bucket list.

Jose: I like watching two females go at it! Eating each other out, but if I can’t be involved I'm going with the MFM so I can get my rocks off. It’s also on my bucket list to run a train on a female and hit the Eiffel tower pose. haha

2. Pussy coverage seems to be a question coming up recently. So, what's the guy preference? Fully hairless, trimmed but still pubes there or something in between? Why?

Vile: That really depends on the woman, and our relationship. If I am just dating then trimmed is fine. In a relationship I pay for the Brazilian waxes, The bikini lines. I have a bad oral fixation, meaning I love to eat pussy. Tish is shaved but she has my first initial Cut out in the public hair above the clit, everything else is bald. I can eat pussy for days. There are times when I wake with the need to go down south, If I am really into you, I love to rim as well. If the man upstairs made anything better than pussy, he has not shared it as of yet.

Brian: My preference is completely bald. I don't mind a little landing strip but bald yes. I love eating pussy. I love the way my tongue feels when I'm sucking & licking her clit. The way it makes her shake is such a turn on. I love the taste of a woman and yeah hair can ruin that. I've had 70's style bush before and yes I went and fucked her, but I wouldn't put my face down there. Hey this is my go to move lol. I believe I have gotten the act of eating out mastered lol.
Lea Note: Okay, I've read this a couple of time between checkin' out answers and setting up the blog and I still burst out laughing. OMG I get an image of a massive fro between some chic's thighs. LOL

Ramrod: I do like a nice, freshly shaved pussy.  Where I can glide my hands across your silky smooth skin of your pubic mound, down to your inner thigh brushing past your soft naked pussy lips and back up again.  Plus, shaved lets your panties conform and show off every sexy curve of your pussy lips for a nice teasing before a pleasing.  But on the other hand I do enjoy a nice neat bush, nothing that I would need help from Panama Jack to get through, just a nice neat trimmed bush that a pair of bikini panties would just barely cover.  Something for me to rub my hand across as I go from the soft skin of your tummy to your fuzzy mound and back to soft skin as my finger dips in your wet pussy.  Something for me to take my finger and trace the outline of, as I tease you and make you wetter.  I am not that fond of the little landing strip some women like to do.  If you are going to shave it that far, you might as well shave the rest.  Just remember if you shave, please keep it shaved regularly. You don't want me going down on you with a scruffy face, I don't want my wood sanded with 50 grit pussy paper.  If you are going to keep up on it, shave away, but if not let it grow out. So what's my favorite...... Wet and open, the rest is up to you.
Lea Note: OMG! 50 grit pussy paper *grabs notebook* That is hilarious and spectacular and so true all wrapped up in awesomeness.

Jose: I prefer hairless cuz it’s just more comfortable for me if I wanna go down and lick the pussy and suck the juices. I got enough facial hair already. (Also if I am shaved or trimmed up, THE LADY SHOULD BE TOO) but I will still fuck a chick with the bush haha I AM A MAN!!
Lea Note: Wait? Jose... are you shaved? This leads into the girl questions for next week. But now I want to know if you have to use a mirror or just go around the goods by feel. *makes more notes for questions*

3. Blow job positions: from the side, straight on, 69, other. Are there pros and cons to each? Which is the favorite, or does it even matter?

Ramrod: As long as I am getting my dick sucked, it doesn't matter but I do like laying on my side in the 69 position.  Both of us can relax and take turns without having to hold each other up.  If you want to 69 with someone on top, I would say woman on top.  I get to have wet pussy grinding in my face and you would have better control how deep you take him in your mouth.  The risk is in the 69 position, if you lose control building up to or in your own orgasm and bites too hard... Ouch.  My favorite is sitting or standing with you right in front of me.  There is something incredibly sexy having a women get down on her knees, (clothed or unclothed) looking me in the eyes and slowly sliding my dick in and out of her mouth.  Totally submitting, letting you have complete control of pain and pleasure and having you look me in the eye as you pleasure me till you decide I am ready to cum.

Jose: There are no cons on any BJ position!!! It doesn’t matter as long as she's nice with the head game. So the lady can look at me while sucking on my dick and balls!!! YES!!! I love to have face time haha
Lea Note: Me thinks Jose enjoys head from all the "!"s he used in this one.

Vile: My favorite past time just laying back and enjoying a good blow job. In my home there is not a shortage of those I keep them in stock. Hmm my favorite position really depends, if I am just laying back watching TV, and drinking coffee, she is facing me between my legs. That is just the slow head mode, nothing more relaxing. AHH the almighty 69. I am a big boy, Tish is a small girl size 4/ 6 so for me to get on top is really not any fun, so if I am in the mood and she is giving head, which I might add she has some awesome cock sucking skills, I will pull her on top of me, I love her ass, that is another fetish for another time. With her on top she gets in a position so her clit is resting against my chin and just slowly grinds, while I am eating her out. Man I love eating pussy. If I just want to cum I have Tish lay on her side and I face fuck. Now face fucking is a total turn on and does not take me long to shoot my load.

Brian: It doesn't matter to me cause I am getting piped off. She sucking and I am laying there enjoying it. In the 69 position I like the girl on top so that way I have all access to what I am doing to her while she is hopefully licking my balls. Girls who love to just take it while I pull her hair while she is sucking is amazing. I'm not a pushy guy when it comes to this. Ladies, if you are gonna suck dick swallow it isn't that bad. I have tasted myself before from a girl it isn't that bad. I know not all girls have this problem but come on man, hahaha.
Lea Note: Glad I had my notebook already. *writes piped off down* I need to start a spreadsheet of phrases best used in books for guys. LOL

My fearless, mostly permanent men, o' the hour are:

Mr. Vile Woods blogger, Dominant, all around open guy. Check out his blog HERE.
Jose Da Hood from Ellora's Cave and the Cave Chaos Radio.
DJ Brian Nelson My newest addition. He works for Ellora's Cave as well, but I honestly don't have a clue what he does. :o)
Ramrod Director of Project Management for Ellora's Cave Publishing  If it plugs into a wall, battery operated, needs built, rebuilt, lifted, driven, fixed or figured out.........that's me

If you have other questions you'd like to pose, ask your questions by leaving me a comment, shooting me an email or finding me on Facebook or Twitter. I'll make sure your questions are answered. Make sure you come back and visit every Thursday for another installment.

Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Tattoo Tuesday- Justin Coale

Please welcome my next inked cutie...
Justin Coale
Lea Note: Did you catch the metal in the nipples? No? Look again...

What was your first tattoo? Does it have meaning to you?
My first tattoo was a nautical star on my shoulder blade when I was 16. Not really a meaning to it but I just loved the stars and at that time they were “The Cool Thing” so you could imagine how I felt.

Do you have any that you regret getting?
I don’t regret getting any of them because basically all of them have meaning. I have will say I have put more though process into what I get and I’m not so quick to jump the gun to get them.

Do you have any tattoos (hidden or something like that) that haven't been photographed?
Funny you ask.. I have two White Tattoos on my wrist. They Say Dream and Believe in Dutch Since my grandmother is Dutch.
Lea note: I LOVE finding out what tattoos mean. This is a great idea!

Do you have more tats planned?
I have a full sleeve planned and a couple other random ones. Not only do they have to look awesome but places in a good spot.

Do you buy into tattoos being addictive once you start getting them?
It’s not so much of an addictive thing but a very unique way to express yourself. I mean once you get inked that first time and see the end result, your physical imagine changes. There are so many things happening in your life year after year what better way than to put a tattoo on yourself to show you and others your story. When I’m 60 my story is going to be completely bad ass.
Lea Note: Yes he will!

What's your plans for the immediate future? Long-term?
My plan for the immediate future is to just keep my head up and live an honest life. My long term goal is going to own a gym and help as many people get the body they want without ripping people off. I love making people feel great about themselves.

What's something about yourself that most people don't know?
Most people would never guess that I am a complete computer nerd! My full time job is a Information Technology Specialist. Working on computers is really relaxing to me, I just put on my head phones and start getting to it!

Where would you like people to find you?\justinjtcoale

Go, follow him, you know you want to!
Thanks, Justin, for being a good sport and being super awesomely easy to interview.

Photography by:
Zeke Hernandez
Jason Jaskot

Monday, February 18, 2013

CBP Presents- Cara Carnes- Menage Weekend

Please welcome Cara Carnes!

She's just released Weekend Menage from Ellora's Cave.

I had a moment to sit down with her and ask a few questions.

Cara, are you a plotter or a pantser, or a hybrid?
I’m a plotter. How intensive that plotter mentality is depends on the project. I have incredibly convoluted spreadsheets and story boards that would send a pantser into a sanitarium. I tend to trust my mind to keep things straight for smaller projects though.

What item, or items, is absolutely necessary to your writing mojo?
The notebook where I scrawl all the critical details is essential—or the spreadsheet bible that has all that info. Aside from that, all I need is a keyboard, some time and caffeine.

Do you have any rituals for writing or special locations that you prefer to inhabit when you’re writing?
Rituals? *covers sacrificial altar* No, none at all.

*sighs* Okay, I’m a smidge OCD so I use the same font when I write. My eyes can’t keep up with anything other than Book Antiqua as a type. If I write too late in the evenings I tend to take the world I’m working in to bed with me. (Go ahead, I hear the jokes coming on that one.)

I tend to write early in the mornings in my office, or in the afternoons on my laptop. I always, always edit at my desk with no music, no distractions. I must have my Synonym Finder, dictionary and series bible with me because I’d rather crawl through broken glass than irritate my editors with inconsistencies I could’ve found had I been more careful.

Right now, what items are on your desk that you’d be embarrassed to admit to?
*covers Pinky the Slinky* What? No, no. That’s not a slinky. I swear. It’s a very confused paperclip.
When I’m deep in thought or confused on something—which sadly happens A LOT—I have to be doing something with my hands. (Okay, I know. I can hear certain people reading this cackling right now.) So I have stupid handsy stuff on my desk to occupy my compulsive need to distract my brain with something random and mundane.

Do you listen to music when you write? If so, what type(s) do you lean towards?
Yes, I always have a few tracks that resonate the tone or overall vibe I want to project within the book. I tend to go toward the darker, edgier music for paranormals and more sensual works for my erotic contemporaries.
Right now I’m on an Evanescence kick.

What are you currently working on, or what’s on the horizon?
*narrows eyes* Who told you to ask that? LOL…I shamefully have way too many coals on the fire and sometimes feel as though I can’t get anything finished. I have two different paranormal works, an erotic futuristic and two erotic contemporaries. Those are the ones I’ll confess to.:)

I tend to get easily distracted with plot bunnies as they go scampering through my head. So I pause what I’m working on to “scrawl” the idea down and three chapters later…Well, I think you can get the picture.
They all get done eventually. It’s just a battle for my attention until the end.

I can tell you the 5th Pleasure Brigade is in there at the top of the heap. And a turbo hot futuristic that I’m really enjoying a lot.

Wine or beer?  Beer

Beach or mountains? Mountains

Summer or Fall? Fall

How about an excerpt from Weekend Menage:
“I love how sexy your hard nipples look in this nightie,” Joe whispered. “I can’t wait to take one into my mouth and clench it between my teeth until you beg me to stop.”
Her knees buckled, pushing the finger buried in her a little deeper. She thrust forward, into Dillan’s hand. The two men groaned at her acquiescence.
Pleasure streamed from the slow rhythm Dillan set with his digit. Joe cupped her breasts and squeezed. Gratitude consumed her that the men remained silent, allowing her to slip into the spiraling ecstasy traveling her body. Focus gravitated toward Dillan’s ministrations when he added a second finger to the rhythmic pace, drilling her toward an orgasm.
Joe pinched her nipples, then ran his hands down her sides to her thighs. She shivered at the touch and wished the material weren’t separating them. Even though it was thin, it felt thick and heavy on her sensitized skin.
Then he lifted her. She gasped in shock, her eyes opening. Dillan grinned when her thighs were pulled wider apart and she was left dangling in Joe’s strong embrace. Deft fingers fucked, then rubbed her clit—drawing every stroke out with deliberate attentiveness.
Rebecca clung to each burst of pleasure, but Dillan pulled her from the edge each time she came close. “Please.”
The momentum ceased. Piercing blue so dark it’d become black captured her attention. She sighed against Dillan’s mouth when he leaned in and captured her lower lip. He suckled long enough to create a second inferno of need deep within her.
“I’m going to explode.”
Joe chuckled. “That’s the point.”
Dillan lifted her from Joe’s embrace and carried her into the bedroom. She settled into the comforter and looked up at the two men. Her skin heated under their perusal, but neither made a move to remove the thin negligee. Unsure what to do, she closed her eyes and drew her hands above her head.

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Saturday, February 16, 2013

Author Spotlight- Cassidy Kingston

Kayla Bradley is a witch and she has a problem. She is so attracted to her boss, Ryan Cooper, that she can not control her magic when she is around him. Kayla tries to stay away from him, but her best friend Samantha thinks the only way she can cure her problem is to sleep with Cooper.
   Ryan Cooper is a lawyer that helps magical people who have been discriminated against. After many disastrous encounters with Kayla, Cooper contacts his sister who tells him that witches sometimes misfire when sexually attracted to someone. Cooper takes matters into his own hands and seduces Kayla in his office after work one day. Will Kayla fall for his seduction?


“Kayla, you have to come out.”
No! I may never come out again.”
“We have to be back in the meeting in five, come on. It wasn’t that bad. I’m sure they didn’t even notice,” Samantha said then quickly covered her mouth to muffle the giggle she let slip out.
“Sam, are you laughing at my humiliation? You’re supposed to be my best friend. I’m sure they all noticed, I mean, I set his tie on fire!”
“Well, it’s funny. Come out I’m tired of talking to the bathroom stall door. Stop acting like a kid.”
Kayla slowly opened the stall door and walked out; her cheeks were still blazing red with embarrassment.
“Kayla, why are you still having misfires? We’ve had our full powers for five years now. You should’ve out grown those years ago.”
“I know; it just seems that every time I’m around Cooper, I get all nervous and things just happen.”
“Ohmigawd! You like him! You’re getting all hot and worked up for him and that’s what’s causing the misfires.”
“Maybe, I mean yeah I’m very attracted to him, way more than I’ve ever been attracted to anyone ever!”
“How long has it been, ya know, since you were with a man? Maybe that is what’s wrong; you have all this pent up energy and it needs to be released…by Cooper.”
“Umm not too long, well maybe a little while.”
“How long Kayla?”
“Two and a half years.”
Wow! I would die”
“Samantha, stop being so overdramatic. You know that when Brad cheated on me it hurt me badly and I just haven’t been able to get close to another guy ever since.”
“Well if that’s what’s causing you to misfire, you need to get laid before you do some serious harm to the poor guy,” Sam said with a giggle. “You don’t have to jump into a relationship, just the sack. Now come on, we have to get back in the meeting.”
* * * *
The two women walked into the large conference room and sat at the end of the large table. On one side were two older witches and their lawyer. On the other side was Ryan Cooper, head litigator for the “Mortals For Magic” non profit. He specialized in witches and warlocks who had been treated unfairly only because of their magical abilities. Since the magical world let itself be known to the mortal world, there had been a backlash and a new type of discrimination had formed.
Cooper was the mortal son of a magical mother, so he was perfect to run the company even though his mother had long ago shunned her abilities in favor of a rich husband and privileged lifestyle. He was tall, with a dark complexion and short well kept dark blond hair and looked every bit the part of a lawyer. He knew the laws and understood that the magical people were like regular people, just with a little magic.
Cooper sat across from the two older witches, with the top two buttons on his shirt undone and his tie long gone; his collar showing only slight singe marks. He grinned his million dollar smile at the two older witches.
“Ladies, I am honored to give you this check that was sent to us today as severance from your job. The company would like to apologize for the misunderstanding. They are thankful for your years of service and wish you both the best in future endeavors.”
The older of the two ladies took the check, looked it over and said, “Well I’m still pissed they fired us just because we came out about our powers. We worked there twenty-five years. But to tell you the truth, I was getting tired of those idiots. And I’m sure this check will be enough for us to live on for the rest of out lives. Come on Louise, let’s hit the mall.”
The two older ladies stood up and almost sprinted out of the room. Cooper shook hands with their lawyer and walked him to the door then turned to face Sam and Kayla.
“Well that went well, all things considered.”
“Cooper I am so sorry, I guess I must be getting sick. I can pay for your tie and dry cleaning on your jacket.”
“No need to worry Kayla, my sister did worse when she was getting her powers. But she was much younger. I guess you should take the rest of the day off and go see if you can figure out what is causing the misfires. Sam if you could give us a moment alone I need to talk to Kayla.”
“Sure,” Sam said as she turned and walked out of the room, looking back over her shoulder giving Kayla a quick wink when she thought Cooper couldn’t see her.
Cooper walked over and placed a hand on Kayla’s shoulder, looking down at her with his crystal clear green eyes, “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah Cooper, I’m okay.”
“We can’t have our best magical investigator sick; go take care of your self.”
As soon as he walked out the door a silver stream shot from her finger and caused a small clap of thunder and a rain cloud appeared over the table.
Sam rounded the corner and stood at the door, looking up at the rain cloud.
“Oh lord Kayla, go get laid,” she said as she quickly zapped the raincloud away.

Cassidy Kingston
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Friday, February 15, 2013

Alex Carreras- Arrested Heat

Arrested Heat- Heat 5

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[Siren Classic ManLove: Erotic Alternative Romance, M/M, HEA]

Jared Johnson moves to Siesta Key, Florida, for a chance at a new beginning among the sandy beaches, lush, swaying palms, and warm, turquoise water Siesta Key is known for.
Upon arrival, he meets Officer Grant Wilcox, one hot cop with an ex-wife and a ten-year-old daughter with attitude. Their attraction is instantaneous and combustible, but can their carnal passion last longer than the weekend, or will it wash away with the outgoing tide?

If it’s up to Jared, he’d stay wrapped in Grant’s muscular arms forever, but Grant needs a little more convincing since he still has one foot in the closet and fears he has too much to lose if their relationship is discovered.
Between late-night dinners, sunsets on the surf, and dodging a few bullets, two men from very different backgrounds attempt to make a future against all odds. But is love enough to keep them together?

Story Excerpt:

Jared Johnson looked out across the sandy, white stretch of beach unable to keep a smile from forming on his lips.
Places like Siesta Key Beach only existed on postcards or television commercials advertising the perfect family vacation. Other families. Not his. His family had never been together long enough to be able to take a vacation, not to mention, afford one.
But Jared was no longer that poor kid. He was a grown man attempting to put his troublesome and sometimes dubious past behind him, and moving to the crystal sands and soothing, warm water of Siesta Key was just the way to do it, much like his younger brother, Derek, had done a few months earlier.
Derek had left Virginia in search of a better life, to find a fresh start away from the psychological scars and local gossip of Clarke County. He had done just that, finding a handsome boyfriend, Cody Connors, and making a new life amongst the swaying palms and endless, blue skies. Now Jared had done the same, making the move with no regrets.
Arriving only two days earlier, Jared promised himself he’d take a few days to familiarize himself with the area and take some well-deserved R and R, something he’d never allowed himself to do. Having absent, alcoholic parents and growing up in foster care with a little brother in tow never encouraged much time for rest and relaxation.
With the cool sand pushing between his toes, Jared shook his head and forced away the distant memories, happy that they were just that, memories. “This is my home now,” he whispered into the tropical breeze as if saying it aloud made it even more real. “And I am happy.”
Unbuttoning and stripping off his thin, cotton shirt, the October, midday sun warmed his skin, melting away the unseasonably cool fall of Virginia he’d left behind. He took in a deep breath, inhaling the salt air as seagulls screeched and raced along the water’s edge in search of picnic scraps left behind by vacationers and kids playing hooky from school. Reaching into his pocket, he emptied a packet of peanuts onto the sand. “That’s all I got, guys,” he said, shoving the empty wrapper into the back pocket of his cutoffs as the birds scampered for their meal.
This is paradise, Jared thought, chuckling at the smallest of the seagulls taking on the largest for the last remaining peanut. Everything was perfect, each grain of sand, each battling bird, and each…
Before he could finish his thought, Jared heard a man yelling over the sound of the surf in heavily accented, broken English. “Let go!” A man wearing a two-sizes-too-small, red Speedo, the accommodating fabric stretched to its limits, struggled against another man who resembled a Greek god dressed in a white, ribbed tank top and camouflage cargo shorts worn low on his hips.
Jared jogged toward the action, wondering if he should get involved and help break up the fight or keep going and find a soft, sandy spot to settle into and take a nap.
His conscience wouldn’t allow him to turn a blind eye. And Mr. Cargo Shorts was surely one hot man, criminal or not.
As he approached, Jared saw a pair of handcuffs flash out of the back pocket of the handsome man’s cargo shorts. He stopped dead in his tracks realizing he was witnessing an arrest.
A chill ran up Jared’s spine remembering the last time he was arrested, which resulted in a six-month stay in the Clarke County jail compliments of the state of Virginia and the arresting officer, Officer Steven Rodgers, a name he’d never forget.
It had been over four years, but it felt like only yesterday. And it was something he didn’t want to repeat, making the decision to remain alcohol- and drug-free the day he was released from prison. Jared wiped away a bead of sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand as he watched, listening to the foreigner claim his innocence and making his case.
“I did not expose myself! I thought this was a nude beach,” he yelled, struggling against the officer, the man’s face close to matching the color of his Speedo. “I am European. We are always naked!”
The officer rolled his eyes and began to read the perpetrator his Miranda rights as Jared stared at the man with the broad chest, pumped biceps, and the most perfect set of tanned shoulders he’d ever seen, imagining what he’d look like sprawled out naked on the sand.
Hot. Sweating. And ready.

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Jared let out a measured breath. “I’m sorry, too. I don’t know why I reacted so…strongly.” A smile slid across his handsome face. “I can’t believe you said that about the wrong side of the law thing. Who the hell says that? You sounded like an actor in a spaghetti western. Hilarious.”
Laughing and shaking his head, Grant punched playfully at Jared’s arm, the contact with his meaty bicep rekindling his lust. Jared punched back, hitting harder.
This is war.
Unhooking and ripping himself from the seatbelt, Grant pounced, laughing and wrestling Jared against the door. “I should arrest you for assault.”
Jared fought back, his warm breath inches from Grant’s cheek. “You are too much of a pussy to get me. I saw your pathetic moves on that tourist.” He twisted free from Grant’s grasp and wrestled him, landing solidly on his chest, Jared’s bulk noticeable and his strength obvious.
Grant stopped fighting back and allowed Jared to slide into his arms. He stilled and stared deep into Jared’s endless, green eyes and did what he had wanted to do from the first moment he’d laid eyes on the man who had made him feel like no other before him. His warm, sweet lips did not disappoint, and his hungry, probing tongue searched for his, wanting the same thing Grant searched out.
Racing his hands over Jared’s strong muscular back, his sense of urgency building, Grant lapped and tangled tongues, wet and warm. His brain exploded, and his body soared with sheer pleasure and delight. This was the man he had been longing for, wanting to appear into his life. Until now, he had been somewhat satisfied with a few fuck buddies and blind dates that had led to more. Jared was what he wanted, this he was sure of. “You feel so good,” Grant mumbled through a heated kiss, almost unable to catch his breath.
Feeling Jared’s large and searching hands race down his abdomen heading straight for his hard-as-a-steel-rod cock, Grant moaned, wanting to be handled, but knew this was not the place or the time. The last thing he needed was one of his coworkers showing up with flashing lights, or worse, Cooper, interrupting his lustful, late-night antics on the shoulder of the road. He had arrested people for much less.
“Jared…stop,” Grant said, his rational brain forcing away his sex-crazed and irrational thoughts, reining them in. “We can’t do this here although I would love to. But we can’t.”
Jared separated his lips but continued sliding his hands southward, finding his intended target. Grant’s breath hitched and his heart slammed against his ribcage. “D–d–damn that feels good,” he sputtered, squeezing his eyes shut. “But you have to stop before I allow you to go on.”
“Allow? More like beg.”
“Please…” Before he could beg for Jared to stop or to proceed, at this point Grant wasn’t sure which, Jared had stealthily unbuckled and unzipped his pants and had his hard and hungry cock in his hands, massaging his length while peppering soft, gentle kisses along his jaw. Grant was past the point of no return, his lawful mind begging for some rule breaking of his own.
“Your cock feels good.” Jared’s words shattered Grant’s brain. “You are one hell of a big boy, just the way I like ’em.”
At this point, Grant was thankful he had installed the darkest tint allowed in the state of Florida on his truck windows, making them virtually black and unable to see through, especially at night. Just in case, he slumped lower into his seat, keeping his head and his cock out of view. “I can’t believe we are doing this here. It’s kind of—”
“Hot,” Jared finished before landing his mouth on Grant’s slick and spitting cock.
Grant bucked under the unexpected but welcomed lingual touch. He craned his neck and stretched his spine, relishing in the pleasures that Jared’s skillful mouth was providing. Anxiety and stress fell to the wayside, and nothing but mounting euphoria overtook his brain and body. “You…are…talented,” he whispered, his voice full of lust echoing back into his ears.

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