Thursday, December 22, 2011

I Wish You A Merry Christmas!

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Liam was a no-good, low-down, dirty-fighting, tall, red and all too handsome pain in Livia’s behind. The dangerously sexy Irishman with the accent deadly to any woman’s inhibitions had pushed her too far this time! The local decoration contest had been hers, damn it to hell. But oh no, he had to place a live nativity in his front yard, just in time for judging. Well, enough was enough! She was going to stomp right over there and confront him…

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Wednesday, December 21, 2011

What's the Scenario Wednesday!


I Need a Hero!

      Setting: A run down trucker hotel in rural Georgia in the middle of the night. 

      Kennedy was stuck between a rock and a hard place. With no transportation and low paying jobs, there was just no way to get away from her deadbeat boyfriend. Until Emory. Like a Knight in Shining Armor he was ready to give Kennedy the world, but did she dare take him up on the offer?

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   If Emory thought for just one second Kennedy would stay at his place he would’ve seen her settled then gone back out to find Darryl. But he’d known better. The woman had far more pride than sense sometimes. While he loved the hell out of her for it, it could also be frustrating as all get out. He had no idea what kind of damage tonight had done to his chances, but he was in for the long haul. Sieges were things in which he happened to excel.
    He waited until she got her room before leaving the car to approach her. And no the hell she wasn’t dragging that heavy ass suitcase up the stairs like she was planning on staying a while. He’d give her tonight, but tomorrow she would be moving somewhere a hell of a lot more secure, even if it wasn’t in with him. Moving quietly behind her, he grasped the bag easily lifting it from her smaller hand.
    “Don’t.” He cut her off as soon as her mouth opened. “If you think I am allowing you to stay here by your lonesome, you’ve got another thing coming. I’ll sleep on the couch.”
    There was no couch. The room was at least clean, but that was about it. Bare bones to the extreme, there was one hard arm chair and a bed that sagged a bit in the middle. The tub and sink had rust stains, the lone night stand boasted scratches and cigarette burns.

    “No.” This wasn’t happening. She was just going to have to suck it up for a night. When he spied a roach making a run for it as soon as she flicked on the light, Emory had seen enough. “Come on.”

    Kennedy resisted of course, not that it mattered. He would throw her over his damn shoulder if he had to.

    “They won’t give me my money back.” She pulled on the hold he had on her arm, but Emory wasn’t letting go.

    “I’ll give your damn money back.”

    “No. You won’t.” The mulish quality that was Kennedy made its appearance with a fury. “And this is what I can afford, so this is where I’m staying.”

    Like hell. Having fairly warned her, he simply lowered his shoulder, pushed a little into her midsection and swept her up. Deed done. To her credit, she didn’t fight him over it, didn’t make a fuss. Not even when he placed her in the passenger seat of his car, buckling her in and throwing her suitcase in the back seat.

    “What about the company car?” she asked, examining her nails as if she could see them in the dark.
    “You locked it, right?” He decided against informing her it was her car. Fully paid for and insured up the ass. “Set the alarm, it should be fine.” Then the thought occurred to him. “And what the hell would you have done if you heard the alarm in the middle of night?”
    Just as calm as she pleased, Kennedy reached into her purse and pulled out a little twenty-two caliber, holding it careful like she thought it might go off. Unlikely seeing as how the safety was on.
    “I’ll be damned.” If he wasn’t head over heels already, he would’ve fell hard right then and there. “And what do you think you’re gonna do with that cute little thing?”
    It was all kinds of wrong to antagonize her about her gun, no matter how small and, well…pitiful the thing was. At least she had something. He was damned proud of her for it too.
    “Look it’s all I have okay? And where the hell are you taking me. I am not staying at your house Emory Daniels.”
    “You are tonight.”

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Wednesday, November 16, 2011

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

My All Time Favorite Book
Yep, today’s theme is Author’s All Time Favorite

Let me tell you it was tough, but I think I got it. And of course- he’s a Marine.

Setting:  George town condo living room with one seriously pissed off Marine and a bemused woman who knew she was about to get all she ever wanted.

Britt had loved Wes forever. The problem was, he still saw her as a little girl, and worse- the father of a Marine who’d fallen while under his command. It was going to take a lot to force him to recognize the burning passion simmering between them. Luckily, Britt has a lot of patience, and being a true Marine brat, she knows just how to lay a siege.

“Britt, who is this guy?” Greg demanded, eyeing the way Wes’ arm snaked around her waist. “Are you okay? Do I need to call for help?”

Oh, for crying out loud? What kind of man needed to call for help to save a woman in danger? Not that Britt was in danger of anything more than a stiff cock all up in her. If anyone was in any danger, it was Greg.

“I am not in any danger.” Britt sounded affronted. Smart woman. “But I can’t say the same thing for you right now. You really should leave. I am so sorry, I will call you later.”

“No, she won’t.” She would be busy in his bed. This needed to be settled, and he was going to settle it.

Sick with the conversation, Wes slammed the door in Greg’s face and then waited. If the man knocked on his damned door, he was going to lose a hand. There was a muttered complaint, and a few seconds later, a car revved and sped off. Looked like Greg caught a clue. Now for Britt.

Wes released his hold on her and looked at her. She had on one of those wrap dresses that tied on the sides—easy on and off. The red satiny material brought out the brown in her eyes, making her skin glow. Her lips were lightly glossed, her perfume light and alluring. She looked and smelled edible, and he was damned hungry.

To her credit, she didn’t look the least bit scared, though she had decided not to blast him for what he had just done. She had every right to. He had been explicit in his denial that there would ever be anything between them. She was well within her rights to date whomever she pleased.

“Take it off.”

The time for doubts was over.

“You said this wasn’t going to happen.” Her voice was low and sultry. A little gasp proved how turned on she was.

“I was wrong. Take it off, Britt.”

Wes ground his teeth as he saw how easily the dress opened. Just a little tug on the tie at her side and it fell completely open, revealing a see-through ivory panty set edged with tiny iridescent beads. She was going out like that?

He moved forward to slide the dress off her shoulders. His mouth watered as she stood there proudly. The only show of nervousness on her part was the way she bit her lower lip. Such lush, kissable lips. His head dipped to place a fleeting kiss against her shoulder.

“You were wearing this for him?” Greg would never in million years do anything in his life to warrant receiving such a reward. This was a warrior’s woman; she needed a man worthy of all that she was.

He doubted he was such a man, but he would spend the rest of his life striving to be.

Britt shrugged. “He was never going to see my underwear.”

How reasonable that sounded. How little it did to calm the current situation.

“Oh, baby, you bet your sweet ass he was never going to see them.” Wes moved behind her, his hand caressing her bare midriff. His lips found her neck before moving upward to her ear. “I have been such a fool, haven’t I?” She shuddered, just a touch. Her body melted back against him. His hips rocked forward, his cock instinctively questing the round soft globes of her behind to nestle between. “Will you forgive me, sweetheart?” His hands cupped her breasts, and their firm spheres filled his hands perfectly. His thumbs rubbed gently over her pointed nipples.

“Yes.” It was more than an answer to his question; they both knew it.

He turned her then, taking her lips in a soul-searing kiss that left them both breathless. His tongue plundered her as he drank in her kiss. It had been so long since he had tasted her sweetness. He had to have more. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her in his arms and carried her to the couch. The bedroom was just too far away. It wasn’t until she was settled into the overstuffed cushions that he came up for air.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured, his hands skimming over the contours of his body. “So perfect.”

He opened her thighs slowly, inhaling her husky essence. He was drooling, anticipating her taste. He didn’t even bother to remove those tiny little panties of hers before he buried his face between her thighs. He had to taste her!

His tongue snaked out for one long, slow first lick. Nothing could hold back his moan of appreciation. She was just as sweet as he had spent countless hours imagining she would be. Her flavor burst on his tongue, daring him to tale more—he was never a man to back down from a dare.

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Wednesday, November 9, 2011

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

It’s time to play Family Feud!!!!!
Lessons for Solange
Setting: Family Gathering at the Chevalier Family Country Estate
    Solange and Angelique have issues. Angelique thought it started with her cousin conspiring with her fiancé to steal money from her father; Solange contents their beef goes farther back than that. Way, way back.

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“Why didn’t you call? I was worried sick!” Angel threw out as soon as Therese left the room, closing the door behind her. Knowing her she was probably guarding the door.

    Solange sighed heavily and sat down. Before now she hadn’t been sure how honest she should be with the younger woman. Now she knew. Nothing less than the complete truth would do.

    “I really didn’t know what to say, other than I’m sorry at first,” she answered honestly. “And I was too ashamed to do that.”

    “And your marriage? And children? How could you not tell me, Sollie? Did you think I’d still be mad?”

    “Angel, how close would you say we were?” Solange asked her. “I mean, honestly? I know we hung around together a lot, but were we ever really friends?”

    Angel blinked at her as if she’d never given it a thought. Perhaps she hadn’t. 

    “I – I thought, think, we’re very good friends. At least until you disappeared.”

    “And blackmailing your former fiancé? Encouraging you to marry a man you couldn’t stand? That is all what? Water under the bridge?”

    “Look, Sollie I’m not going to lie and tell you I understand, because I don’t. You betrayal hurt like hell, but you’re family. You may be surly and disagreeable, but you aren’t vicious and you’re a long way from being selfish or greedy. I’ve been waiting for a damn explanation!”

    Angel wasn't as naïve as Solange had originally thought. She’d give her cousin props for that.

    “The reasons really don’t matter. I should have never done it.” She would be honest yes, but she wasn't about to tell Angel everything. “I am truly sorry.”

    “And marrying Thierry’s father? Why did you do that? What happened? How did it happen?”

    Okay, that she wasn't willing to share. And Angel really didn’t have the right to know. She just shrugged, shaking her head.

    “It happened. How did you fall in love with Thierry?”

    “So you love him then?”

    That was too much, even for her. Yeah, she owed Angel an apology, but what the hell did the woman think she was doing with Beau since she knew Solange wasn’t greedy or selfish. Standing she closed herself off, refusing to allow Angel the power to hurt her. Let her cousin think what she wanted. She was going home.

    “I came to say I’m sorry. I hope you can really forgive me one day. I’ll see you around okay?”

    She didn’t wait for a reply. Opening the door she had to smile at Therese, who was staring at whoever had just disappeared back into the large drawing room everyone else was still assembled in.

    “Thank you, Therese. I’ll call you later and you can come by and see the girls.”

    “But of course,” the French-Canadian woman gave a huge genuine smile back. “I cannot wait to see them. Their pictures are so precious!”

    “Sollie, wait.”

    Solange grit her teeth at the hurt that was back in Angel’s voice. Funny, but she didn’t feel the inadequacies she used to feel around her younger cousin. Nor did she feel the least bit jealous. She felt sad they would probably never really be friends, but they were just too different. Too much had happened. And for the first time in her life, she really didn’t feel she had to be her friend. They could be family, good family without it.

    “I’m sorry I didn’t mean anything by what I said.” Of course Thierry appeared at the sound of his wife’s voice looking all thunderous.

    Like that was supposed to scare her?

    “Of course you did, Angelique. But it’s fine really.” She wasn't even mad about it. It was what it was. “You don’t really know me that well not to ask.”

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Wednesday, November 2, 2011

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays

Ummmm… A theme…How about this?

Setting: Outside concert at the county fair

Set-up:  Dominic agreed to accompany  his best friend Surria to what had to be the most God-awful public concert any county fair ever boasted. It was bad enough Dominic had to swallow his desire for the woman he had known and loved all his life, but did she have to bounce up and down against his crotch like that? It made him want to…    

“If you don’t stop, I swear I am going to fuck you right here,” Dominic leaned down to whisper in her ear. The problem was that she never took him seriously whenever he warned her of her imminent seduction for teasing him. Like now. Instead of even bothering to turn around to see if he was kidding, she had the audacity to stick her ass out and wiggle it right against his crotch.

Dominic glanced around at the crowd. No one was paying them the lease bit of attention. The god-awful band seemed to be popular, though he couldn’t wrap his head around why. Fine. She wanted to push him beyond the limits of a castrated saint, fine – she was going to get exactly what she’d been aiming for since she let him kiss her behind the school when they were thirteen. Only this time, there would be no running home laughing, leaving him with a hard on he had no idea what to do with.

All around them, people shouted and danced and jumped, encouraging the band. Occasionally, someone bumped into them, but no one really paid attention to anyone else. They were right up front next to the stage on the railing area. Surria would step up on the railing and lean over occasionally. Dominic was certain it was to give him a good view of her luscious ass because she would glance back over her shoulder and grin at him mischievously. Damn the woman! She would be the death of him, if death by boner were possible.

Unable to take another second of her teasing torment, Dominic framed her body with his larger one, gripping the metal bars of the rail on either side of her. She didn't acknowledge him, but continued to bob up and down, yelling at the band and singing along with them just like everyone else. He ground his hips against her butt, nestling the hard ridge of his cock into the crack of her ass through the denim. They fit perfectly. This woman was made for him; he knew it in his bones. He’d known that for years, he’d just been waiting for her to realize it.

He stood there for several moments letting her bounce, stroking his cock with her buttocks. If she knew what he was doing, she didn't let on. At least, not at first. When she arched her back slightly, driving her ass harder against him, he realized she knew exactly what she was doing. That little minx! Just who was seducing whom here? She may have teased him verbally, may have ground against him a time or two, but she’d never gone this far in the twenty five years he’s known her.

Carefully, glancing around them quickly to make sure they were still unnoticed, Dominic let his palm slide slowly up the silky expanse of skin on her thigh up to the hem of that ridiculously short skirt. He caressed every inch he could, letting his finger graze just underneath the denim. When he made his way to her inner thigh and higher, reaching his fingers as far upward as he could without just yanking the thing up over her hips like he wanted to, he found nothing but bare flesh. The little vixen had "forgotten" her panties. Except when she glanced coyly over her shoulder at him, he knew she'd done it on purpose. It made his dick jump just thinking about it. How many other times had she done this without his knowledge, waiting for him to make a move? As soon as he got her home, and she would be coming home with him, he was going to spank that ass for years of misery when they could have been happily discovering each other in a whole new way.

Damn it! A man could only take so much, especially when he'd fantasized about the woman in question every day since he was thirteen. If she expected him to be all valiant and not touch her, she was in for a sad surprise. There was no way that was happening. Not this time. Surria was about to get every ounce of the passion he had swallowed, trying to hide while she’d placed him in the friend zone. He wouldn’t let her out of his bed for a week – maybe longer

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Sunday, October 30, 2011

From Mocha Memoirs- Get Some!!!!

Mocha Memoirs has some thrilling, scary, and spicy stories to help your Halloween weekend! Try the following stories for exciting, thrilling, hair-raising fun!

Artist, Evangeline Mensah is slowly losing the mind beneath her afro. A part of it has to do with rock star, Gabriel Walker strolling his fine self into her exhibition, after giving her the best night of her life and looking quite determined to do so again. The other part is all about the strange things happening to her home and the dreams she's having. Dreams that make her feel really odd around cool, fashion photographer Michael Lee. Not to mention they feature women who turn up dead.
Instinct and an over protective Gabriel warn her to steer clear of Michael but there is something so familiar about Michael, she can't help but be drawn to him regardless that darkness seems to be surrounding him. And it's just coincidence that he just happens to live one solitary floor above her own home. That's all. Coincidence.

Jen Hanover, depressed and reclusive after her husband's suicide, finds her life changed forever when she meets a mysterious, brooding rebel named Alejandro. At first, he seems to be exactly what Jen needs. But things quickly spiral out of control as Alejandro reveals the frightening extent of his obsessive nature and violent past. Desperate to end the dangerous affair, Jen is determined to be free of him. Yet the more she tries to escape from Alejandro's passionate clutches, the more threatening he becomes. The story unravels with heart-pounding suspense as Jen finds herself up against a criminal mind, far more dangerous than she could have ever imagined. In the end, Jen discovers not only the darkest truths about love and the human condition, but must also face the lurking demons within herself.

 A disfigured man develops a friendship over the Internet, but when the two finally meet, events take a surprising turn.
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Thursday, October 20, 2011

Changeling Press - Badland Warriors: Comanche

Changeling Press - Badland Warriors: Comanche

Book Summary

Aylen has devoted her life to educating children. Determined not to recycle the myths the government force-feeds the populace, she prides herself on teaching her students the truth about the government and the history of humanity.

But then a myth shows up at her door. Trapped in a horrible earthquake, Aylen is rescued by First Generation Warriors. They shouldn't exist! And they certainly shouldn't make her blood boil and her heart melt. One, touch and Aylen's life will never be the same.

In the Badlands you can scream all you want... with pleasure.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

Quel Scandale

What's your fantasy? We all have them, even women. Quel Scandale is a woman’s answer to Penthouse ~ hot, steamy fantasy naughty enough for a man, but made for a woman. Perfect for a quick me up in the middle of the day or a bed time read guaranteed to give you delicious dreams.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

What’s the Scenario Wednesdays


 The theme today? Tough Love ~
‘Cause a little spanking
never hurt anybody!

Scenario: A BDSM club that caters to vampire royalty 

Set Up:  It takes a brave human soul to dare offer themselves up to a Vampire Dungeon. Demetri and Vlad are vampire royalty, so they've seen their share of submissives come and go. The one they name Blossom, however, piques their interest like no other ever has. Together, they intend to discover if the little human has what it takes to be the Vampires' Mate.
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“Seems like our little Blossom has something of a rebellious streak, hm?”

Demetri could sense Vlad’s surprise. It wasn’t that they needed a submissive -- not just any submissive, anyway. They needed the woman who would be their mate. The urge had come upon the two a while back, driving them to search anywhere and everywhere they could. If she was submissive, so much the better; it saved time trying to train someone to what both Vampires needed. But Vlad honestly hadn’t been paying attention to that part. He was too caught up in the way her mouth worked his dick. Demetri really didn’t blame him. What he had seen had been masterful.

“She is rather bold,” Demetri commented between clenched teeth, but I prefer you not point it out now, he added just to Vlad, telepathically. The mind-to-mind communication came easy to them at this point in their relationship. Not just anyone could communicate telepathically with a Vampire. Only his mate. For political reasons, Demetri and Vlad chose to keep their true connection secret. Though they weren’t of the same linage, they both had royal blood. Admitting they were mates might seem to some as if they were trying to consolidate power, and Vampires loved nothing so much as they loved power.

“I think that’s something we’ll need to rid her of, don’t you think, Demetri?” Vlad’s voice deepened, getting deliciously dangerous. Demetri loved it, loved what they would do next.

“Perhaps. It will definitely be fun working on that.” Demetri took a step away and lightly caressed Blossom’s cheek with a single finger. “Do you know what a breeder’s bench is, little one?” Her gaze darted around the room before settling on the smooth leather, padded bench. She took a deep breath and nodded, causing Demetri’s cock to jump once more. “Go and position yourself on the bench and stay perfectly still.”

Blossom rose gracefully to her feet and padded across the room, climbing onto the narrow, table-like bench. Without being told, she got to her knees, but laid her upper body flat on the table, leaving her ass high in the air. With a little nudge from Demetri, Vlad followed, securing her hands and feet to the bench with built-in cuffs on either side, front and back. The padding made it comfortable both for her and for a man on his knees, pounding into her from behind. The restraints held her legs apart, allowing them both to observe the glistening flower of her cunt, to smell her arousal.

“What a lovely sight,” Vlad purred. Demetri smiled at his lover’s growl of approval. It wasn’t until Vlad had her neatly secured that he realized she’d assumed a position both of them wanted. The female had good instincts.

“Very. It will be an even better sight when her ass glows red under my hand,” Demetri answered. He didn’t miss the subtle shiver that made Blossom’s body tremble, or the tiny drop of moisture that trickled down one thigh.
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Wednesday, September 7, 2011

What's the Scenario Wednesday!!!!

The theme today? Ummmma hot, steamy kiss. Is there anything better? 
Scenario: In a dark parking lot after closing right on the San Diego beach.  

Set Up:  Robin was running. Mason knew she felt the heat between them, but she steadfastly refused to act on it. Tired of waiting for her to give in, he decides to take matters in his own hands.   

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Robin walked with Lark as they exited the building. Immediately, the blood rushed from Mason’s brain to his cock in a big whoosh. Simply watching her walk was an erotic adventure. Her rounded hips swayed exotically as she walked nonchalantly not paying any attention to her surroundings. He leaned lazily against her car, waiting to see how long it would be before she noticed him. Lark hugged her briefly before heading to her own car and Robin dug into her purse for her keys. Mason frowned.
“You should have more sense,” he growled.
Robin screamed and jumped back. The woman had no self-preservation and little sense sometimes. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
He advanced on her, letting his anger show. “Always have your keys out and ready when you go to your car in the dark. If I’d wanted to hurt you, I could have grabbed you and hauled you off before you could do anything about it because you weren’t paying attention to your surroundings.” Each step he took toward her was met with a step backward from her. He had her off balance and he needed to keep it that way.
For the first time since he’d met her, Robin said nothing. She looked more than half scared as she backed away from him. Bumping into the side of her car was the only thing that prevented her from turning and running. He could see it in her eyes. Finally, he’d gotten through her sass.
Mason didn’t respect her personal space. Instead, he pressed his body against hers, wedging one of his legs between her thighs and pulling her to him with one hand at the small of her back. “A little late to be afraid, sugar,” he drawled. “I’ve got you right where I want you and there isn’t much you can do about it.”
He gave her a moment. He wanted her on the edge of fear, not truly afraid of him. A healthy dose of apprehension did wonders for the sex drive. If he played this right, he’d have her screaming his name inside half an hour. Sooner even. He couldn’t think of any other way to get past her defenses. Charm damn sure didn’t work.
Watching her closely, he tightened his hold on her, tunneling his hand into her hair and balling his fist. He pulled her head back until she looked up at him all wide eyed. When he saw the spark of lust he’d been waiting for in her eyes’, he lowered his head and kissed her. Mason didn’t wait for her to accept him, to open for him. He nipped her bottom lip. When she gasped, he plunged his tongue inside, claiming what was his. Taking what he wanted. For her part, Robin offered little resistance. Mason figured he had her so off balance, she didn’t know what to do. He could taste her excitement, and feel the trembling of her lips as he plundered her mouth while taking complete control.
Still she didn’t submit entirely. Robin kissed him back as hard as he kissed her. It was a struggle for dominance, a bid for supremacy. The pleasure evoked from touching her skin so intimately almost made him want to simply go with it, not force the issue of who was in control. But knowing she’d never accept a man not a dominant in bed made him wrestle control from her. When she gripped his shoulders, he merely grasped her hands and thrust them behind her, holding them in one of his much bigger hands, and kept kissing her, growling a little as he did so.
Before they left this place, Robin would know she was his. Even now, he felt her beginning to surrender a little more. It was in the slight trembling of her body, in the little whimpers that escaped as he plundered her mouth. When finally she relaxed against him, sighing and simply melting into him, Mason knew he had her.

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