People are strange when you’re a stranger-9pm EST meet the authors of Strange Hollow at The Romance Studio chatting live!
November 17th,2009 Strange Hollow |
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Okay, we always hear about 69 and the whole give as you get sort of thing. But what if sometimes… you just want to receive.
From sex101.com, I give you 68 baybee!
Courtesy of SexInfo101.com.
Welcome to the Halloweeny Blog Tour. Okay, that’s my name for it because…..
Here’s a list of all the other blog stops! Don’t forget… Stop by and comment and be entered for a chance to win some of the books shown…
Gem Sivad - http://gemsivad.wordpress.com/blog/
Trina M Lee- http://www.trinamlee.com/
Emily/Elise - http://www.scorchedsheets.com/blog
Juniper Bell - http://www.authorjuniperbell.blogspot.com
Christa Paige - http://www.christapaige.com/blog/
Celia Kyle - http://www.celiakyle.com/author/blog/
Olivia Brynn - http://oliviabrynn.com/blog-2/
Stephanie Adkins - http://stephanieadkins.wordpress.com/blog/
Paige Tyler - http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/
Sara Brookes - http://www.sarabrookes.net/
Jolie Cain - http://joliecainauthor.blogspot.com/
Jessica - http://culinarycarnivale.blogspot.com/
Jeanne St James- http://www.jeannestjames.blogspot.com/
Alanna Coca- http://alannacoca.com/blog/
Serena Shay - http://serenashay.blogspot.com/
Mari Carr - http://www.maricarr.com
P.G. Forte- http://www.rhymeswithforeplay.blogspot.com
Cat Kane - http://catkane.blogspot.com/
Ella Drake - http://elladrake.blogspot.com
Tina Holland - http://tinaholland.wordpress.com/
October 30th,2009 Uncategorized |
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Welcome to the amoketeers! Take a look around and stay a while. We’ve got lots of free reads and yummy goodness for you to enjoy.
Yours in Amok!
Phoebe’s a Salamander with a problem. Fire is her element, her very best friend and the core of her nature. But she can’t control it worth a darn. One decent temper tantrum and poof! fire galore. Good thing she lives in the desert with nary a tree in sight. Well, there are a few bushes and such. And her house. And a few cacti… sorta. At least until she’d gotten mad over getting stuck by one of the darned things…
Brant lives by fire and dies by fire. Literally. As Fire Chief, it’s his job to stamp out fires in Winthrop, making sure residents of the small town in the back woods of Arizona don’t have to worry about fire taking their businesses and homes. As a phoenix, he has the ability to sense fires the moment they start. It’s a handy talent that keeps the residents safe. Except for his girlfriend who seems to be able to blow up just about everything, including the stove.
Excerpt
Brant’s girlfriend was going to be the death of him. Again. Oh, she hadn’t meant to blow him up that one time before… But it’d happened, and he’d had to pretend to go on some “vacation” while he spent a day or two rising from the ashes. Folklore was not entirely accurate in that respect. Sure, phoenixes came back from the dead…eventually.
Right now, he was feeling that telltale ache in his gut, letting him know that a fire was eminent. Something he’d been able to do since he was knee-high to his grandpa. Some three hundred years now.
Long ago he’d broken from tradition and decided to live alone, working fires and saving lives with his ability, living as a human and searching for his fire mate at every turn. By now, he’d figured that a mate wasn’t in the cards for him, and he’d found himself a gal that made his heart nearly stop every time he saw her.
Half the time it stopped from her beauty both inside and out. The other half of the time his heart nearly disintegrated was because something else around her old ranch house had caught fire or blown up while she stood inches—sometimes less—from the flames. She was unlucky as all get out in some respects, and the luckiest woman alive in others.
Thank fire.
Brant took a break from his paperwork, endless paperwork since he’d become the chief and fire investigator for the town, and stepped outside. The wind whipped around him, caressing his face, warming and cooling him at the same time, calling to his bird. His back tingled, wings fluttering beneath the surface, and he ached to take flight, searching for the fire. Then again, he knew exactly where it would be. He could feel a pull toward the north and west of the station. Open fields of dirt, rock and brush, as well as Phoebe’s place, laid out that way. He didn’t think the brush spontaneously combusted, which meant his Phoebe had gotten into trouble. Again.
He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, tugging on the long ends. He needed a haircut, needed to tidy up, but after he made sure his girlfriend survived this newest round of Phoebe versus catastrophe.
Brant ambled toward his truck, noting how the house’s badge, along with the big black words that proclaimed him chief and investigator, contrasted with the four-by-four’s pristine white paint.
Brant’s right-hand man, Damon, was lounging on the picnic table, reading a book and seeming to enjoy the cool weather. “She at it again, Chief?”
Dang, he hadn’t realized he was that predictable. “It seems so.”
“Gut got you headed out that way, or is your dick doing the talking?” Damon cackled, his laugh carrying through the yard.
Yeah, predictable. “Gut this time, ya jealous bastard.” He smiled good-naturedly. He hated talking about Phoebe like that, but boys would be boys and he didn’t want to alienate his crew. They depended on each other when they went into fires and harmony was essential. “I think she’s busted something else, and knowing her, she’s mad as a hornet.”
“And mad sex is the best sex…”
Brant scooped up a rock from the ground and tossed it Damon’s way, making sure to miss the idiot. “Shut it, fucker.”
Damon dashed out of the way, laughing, a smile on his face. “Just fuckin’ with ya man. Just fuckin’ with ya. Tell Phoebe I said hi.”
With that, Damon returned to his book and Brant continued his trek toward the truck, Phoebe on his mind. The woman just had the worst luck in the world, but at least it let him come to her rescue pretty often. And any time spent with her ultimately led to time in her bed. He just wished her heart would follow through.
Damn, but he loved that woman. If only…
Thoughts of fire mates and the penalty of mating with non-firekin occupied his thoughts while he backed out of the station’s parking lot. Part of him thought Phoebe might just be worth mortality.
With her pale brown skin that seemed to glow in moonlight and reminded him brown sugar, her shoulder length dark brown hair that he loved to run his fingers through regardless of her screams, and her ass that he liked to squeeze and grasp whenever he could… Yeah, she was worth dying for. Permanently.
Just got an amazingly amazing offer from a publisher that has me squeeing in delight. Will post more as details are ironed out. *squee*
Ce
October 7th,2009 Writing |
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Here’s an unedited snippet of something I’ve been working on, albeit slowly… Not sure of the title just yet…
Small man, lithe and lean, walked into Arkos making Mick’s cock harden in an instant. Not half-mast, but full on ready-to-pound-ass hard.
From Mick’s vantage point, merely feet from the newcomer, he stared openly at the man who’d walked through the door. Sweet and sensual and God’s gift to gay men. Guy like him didn’t waltz into Arkos, the premier gay BDSM club in town, without knowing what he was getting into.
Pretty wasn’t the word for the stranger, neither was rugged.
The muscular legs were encased in black leather, Arkos’ material of choice. So tight to almost look uncomfortable, the pants outlined the man’s cock, thick prick stretched down his leg.
He wore a tank top, material stretched over the lean muscles, showing off a set of pecs to make most men jealous and abs that he’d love to lick, pinch, beat and come all over.
But it was the man’s face that enchanted him. Full lips begged to be kissed and he could imagine them wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking him to completion. The man smiled as another sidled up to him and Mick beat down his jealousy. Not a problem, he could adapt. Or push his competition to the side. The stranger’s nose was small, almost pert, with a bump across the bridge. And those eyes… Bright blue they almost seemed to glow, framed in pitch black lashes and a thick line of eyeliner around the edges, making his eyes stand out even more. His hair was ear length with a small wave, shaggy and sleep tousled. Mick wanted to run his fingers through the silken locks, mess them up even more.
Mick spared a glance for the man standing next to his night’s date and wasn’t surprised to see the club’s owner, Nicholas, chatting up the boy. He always spared a moment for stranger’s, showing the ropes, making sure no one came to harm. Funny since the whole place was dedicated to causing pain in one form or another.
The stranger kept his eyes downcast while Nicholas spoke in his ear. If it wasn’t for that tiny tell, letting Mick know he was looking at a submissive, the matching cuffs on his wrists would have. Sweet, sweet little sub just looking for a man, him, to show him a good time.
Full of himself? Absolutely. He’d earned the title of Dom through years of practice, learning and God given need to dominate those around him both sexually and in every day life.
Nicholas met his eyes. Feet separated them, but he could read his friend and business partner like a book.
Single raised eyebrow.
Want him?
He nodded his head in return.
Both eyebrows raised.
He’s hurting, you sure?
Ah, damn, sweet little thing and somebody had worked him over recently. Maybe not his body, but probably fucked his mind. Meant slow going and a good balance of sweet with the mean. He could do both, hell, enjoyed dosing them out in equal measure. It just meant he’d have to be careful with this one, not push too hard too fast and just fast enough to get him through this. Whatever this was.
Mick nodded again, quick jerk of his head, not giving himself a chance to back out or say no. He could do this, would do this. He’d repair the poor subbie and help him get back on his feet. Hopefully he didn’t lose his footing in the process.
Nicholas tilted his head to the side, a twitch of his shoulders followed, his lips still moved, whispering, keeping the man distracted. Mick gathered his courage, ready to put the body behind the reputation and put this man back together. He just hoped the sweet looking man with trusting eyes didn’t shatter in the process.
Mick watched, lithe body moving and shifting beneath his clothes while Nicholas directed the man to a secluded table. It was Mick’s regular reserved area and the boy didn’t flinch or seem to object. Boy either didn’t know or didn’t care.
October 5th,2009 Writing |
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In honor of labor day, a few authors and I are doing a blog hop! Hop around the trail for some Labor Day hotness and bits of fiction to get your day started right. Comment on all the blogs and be entered to win a HUGE ebook prize pack!!!!!
Alanna Coca – http://alannacoca.wordpress.com/
Stephanie Adkins – http://stephanieadkins.wordpress.com/blog/
Gem Sivad – http://gemsivad.wordpress.com/
Paige Tyler – http://paigetylertheauthor.blogspot.com/
Olivia Brynn – http://oliviabrynn.wordpress.com/
Trina M Lee – http://trinamlee.wordpress.com
Dee Carney – http://www.deecarney.com/blog
Serena Shay – http://serenashay.blogspot.com/
Jeanne St. James – http://www.jeannestjames.blogspot.com
K.Z Snow – http://kzsnow.blogspot.com
Tina Holland – http://tinaholland.wordpress.com
Rosemary Gunn – http://rosemarygunn.blogspot.com
Celia Kyle – http://celiakyle.com/author/blog
Juniper Bell – http://www.juniperbell.com/blog.php
Grand Prize Virtual Gift Basket:
Wyoming Solace by Alanna Coca
a $10 Meijer gift card from Jeanne St. James
Satisfy Me by Madison Scott
Illicit Hunger by Dee Carney
Furry, Fluffy & Wild from Celia Kyle
Once Bitten by Trina M Lee
Intimate Strangers by Gem Sivad
Of Flesh And Blood by Tina Holland
Resisting Kane by Stephanie Adkins
The Extremist by Juniper Bell
InDescent by K.Z. Snow
September 7th,2009 Uncategorized |
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Swimming, flitting, dancing and twirling. She glides through the water, fingers tight on the dorsal fin of the animal beneath her, screaming and laughing and living and loving. The salty ocean cools her, the sun bearing down and enforcing its will on her. Her skin reddens, cheeks, forehead and nose. Yet still she remains, laughing and playing and feeding the wondrous creatures of the sea.
The sea beckoned and she answered… swimming with the dolphins.
September 4th,2009 Friday Flash Fiction |
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Sometime in the night the alarm rang. The hammer clanging and banging against its metal housing, waking the hostel’s inhabitants. Teens ran, twenties jogged. The thirties walked and the seasoned meandered. No one seemed worried.
Worried.
The manager directed, “This way please, single file, no need to be worried.”
Worried.
Smoke filled the hallway, flames biting at ankles and slithering along skin. The floor sagged, fire eating at the supporting beams from below. A veritable smorgasbord for the heat.
Screams filled the hallways, shuffling feet shuffled just that bit faster, jumping and scurrying this way and that into the cool night air.
Sometime in the night the alarm rang.
August 28th,2009 Uncategorized |
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Two new free short stories have been posted on the freebies page:
Short Story ~ Spot of Heart
Short Story ~ Screw a Kangaroo
Hope you enjoy them!
August 26th,2009 Freebies |
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In the darkness of night, they reach for me. Their hands stroke and pet, fingers exploring. One starts at my feet, Alec, kneading the tired muscles with practiced hands, relaxing me before stringing me tight like a bow. The other, Darren, traces the planes of my face, relearning that which makes me… me. Eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, lips and chin. Nothing is hidden from his blinded eyes and all-seeing hands.
Alex’s smooth touch moves on from my feet, venturing north to massage and relearn the lines of my legs. His caresses sooth me, push and pull the stress of the day away, out.
August 21st,2009 Friday Flash Fiction |
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So, in response to a lovely reader request, I’ve got a book to write with a heroine named Dawn Robertson. (Name changed slightly to protect the not-so-innocent). Now, I need two names for my heroes. Yes, there will be TWO.
Whatcha got for me? Want to name my heroes? Here’s your chance!!!!
Celia
August 19th,2009 Contests |
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Lyra dances, body swaying like gentle waves in the dawn’s early light. She shifts and moves to the music, hips sliding against yours. Her hands slip easily over the silk of her dress, starting low and shifting north, skimming the red tinged second skin. She cups her breasts, kneading the plump flesh, offering them to you. Before you can blink the ties of her dress are released, red waves cascading down her body, revealing inch after inch of peaches and cream skin. Nipples hard and aching. For you? The tempo speeds and she drops her head back, feeling the rhythm. She dances.
August 14th,2009 Friday Flash Fiction |
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