Archive for May, 2011
Tuesday, May 31st, 2011
I’m so thrilled to be apart of this week of amazing authors-which includes two of my fellow Smutketeers no less (Eden Bradley/Eve Berlin and Karen Erickson). I suppose I should tell you a little bit about myself. I’m R.G. Alexander, I’ve written for Samhain, Ellora’s Cave and Berkley Heat, predominantly paranormal erotic romance, but I have dabbled in the contemporary…as long as multiple partners are involved of course.
I have several paranormal series that I’m still in the middle of with each of my publishers. I am addicted to the series. Reading as well as writing. I also am a teensy bit addicted to menage…but that’s a long, boring, moderately incriminating story for another time.
My first Berkley book, Possess Me, came out last August. It was all about New Orleans, voodoo, and one incredibly sexy voodoo spirit with a dirty mind and a penchant for magical matchmaking. Gotta love that Bone Daddy. (hehe)
My next book, Three Sinful Wishes, is actually a bit more of a contemporary ménage anthology set in Sedona, Arizona. Coming out in one week, June 7th, it has just a hint of Hopi magic, a dash of New-Age-itude and…okay there is some spanking with an Eve Berlin book in one of the stories…and a really kinky coyote in another.
Why, you may ask, did I hop from an exciting, darkly sexy city like New Orleans to the serene red rocks of Sedona? Well, its beautiful there, more than beautiful. And the people who wander through or stop and stay are some of the most interesting and unique characters I’ve ever met in my life.
Plus, Sedona is where I lived when I fell in love with my husband—the Cookie. I was singing in a band, he was a chef creating culinary art for the tourists, and we were best friends. Kind of like Dani and Liam, the first couple you’ll meet in Three Sinful Wishes. And like Dani, I was a little oblivious to the fact that my roommate was actually my soul mate. Luckily for me, Cookie is a patient man, and I will always be grateful that he finally wore me down. *grin*
Why don’t I give you a blurb and an excerpt? Then we can have a contest!
When Dani, Bailey and Kaya get together for an unusual girls night, they wish on a shower of falling stars and soon find their most erotic dreams coming true.
In Sinful Desires, magic is in the air when a mysterious stranger and one wild night of passion help Dani Harris admit her feelings for her longtime friend Liam, who has been in love with her for years.
Sinful Sensations follows the story of Bailey Wagner, who intends to stick to her five-year plan while she waits for Mr. Right. But when her sexy new boss convinces her to let loose with him–and a few of his friends–what begins as a kinky work break turns out to be a dream come true.
Fortune-teller by day and waitress by night, Kaya Honahni is too busy running from the expectations of her traditional Hopi family to search for romance, but in Sinful Pleasures, it finds her–times two. Despite her best efforts, Kaya can’t deny her attraction to Jace, or to his secretive best friend. And considering the way they respond to her, she won’t have to…
Then we of the flowers of the earth come forth
to receive a long life of joy
We call ourselves the Butterfly Maidens
-Hopi Song of Creation
If she’s honest, every woman will admit she’s had at least one moment when she realized she might have made a hasty decision regarding a man. Either she picked the wrong one because he appeared magnetic and exciting, quickly learning she’d made a dangerous mistake . . . or she became the sexless buddy of the guy she later discovered had all the makings of Mr. Right.
In her case, Dani was two for two.
Only she hadn’t figured out her second miscalculation until early that morning. In the shower. With the disappearing spider.
When she first saw it she was too shocked to react. It was huge. Beautiful. Not a word she would normally associate with a spider, but this wasn’t like any other she’d ever seen. The designs on its body were geometrically perfect. White and blue angled lines formed a maze, a labyrinth that was so hypnotic, so stunning, that for a moment she wished she had a camera.
The next moment she remembered why she didn’t. Because she was in the shower. Unarmed. Naked. And that beautiful spider could be poisonous.
She’d like to think any other woman in her situation would have screamed as loudly as she did then, but she had her doubts.
She barely registered the sound of stomping feet up the stairs, the slam of the bathroom door as it bounced off the wall. When your life was in arachnid-induced jeopardy, everything else seemed unimportant.
Her coral-colored shower curtain was ripped open so ferociously it tore, leaving a large chunk of its vinyl body dangling from the fist of her savior.
“Spider!” Dani closed her eyes and pointed, not needing to look to know who’d come barreling in. Her roommate Liam. Her best friend. And right now her only chance of not dying a painful, ridiculous shower death that she would be embarrassed to talk about at dinner parties.
A thickly muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of the tub and against him as he ducked his head inside the stall to face her attacker.
Dani’s eyes were squeezed tight as she waited for the sounds of the inevitable battle. But there were none. A minute passed. Another. The cooler air from the open doorway made her shiver.
She heard the strange note in his voice and felt like an idiot. A stereotypical female idiot. She just hadn’t been expecting it. It was so . . . large. Hairy.
The spider. She was talking about the spider. Not the body pressed against hers.
“Is it gone? Did you kill it?” “I don’t know. Do you still see it?” Dani’s brow furrowed and she opened her eyes. The spider, the one that had been impossible to miss, that was the size of her old dog Bitsy, was gone. “What do you mean, do I still see it? Of course I don’t. It’s gone. Where did it go?”
She looked up at Liam and felt her breath catch. Several sensations registered at once. He smelled like heated, spicy man and coffee. She inhaled deeply. She couldn’t help herself. Had he always smelled this good?
His blond waves were tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed tousled. Heavy-lidded eyes and a jaw shadowed with stubble confirmed her theory that he hadn’t been up long. It was criminally unfair that the man could look so good this early in the morning.
Her nipples hardened, with cold or awareness, poking into his side. His shirtless, warm-skinned side. He was wearing half- buttoned jeans and nothing else. And she—she bit the inside of her cheek as her body instinctively shuddered, feeling the rasp of denim against the curve of her stomach—well, she was in that nightmare where you realized you were skin to bare skin with your best friend beneath the harsh fluorescent bathroom light.
Only it didn’t feel like a nightmare. More like a really good dream. One so good she didn’t want to move in case she woke up.
Then he spoke and the forced playfulness in his tone brought reality crashing back in. “I had a sex dream that started out just like this.”
Dani attempted to pull away, but his arm around her waist was surprisingly strong. Who knew Liam’s forearm was that muscular? And since when did she think forearms were sexy?
She tried to chuckle but stopped when it came out sounding breathless. Needy. “Only instead of your roommate, you discovered Anna Paquin in my shower, hot and bothered and in need of a back scrub. Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one before.”
“This time it was you and Anna. See? Not quite so predictable now, am I? Although, I will admit, even in my most distracting dreams I’d never fall for the spider gag.”
“The spider gag?” Dani still wasn’t looking at him. Instead she was subtly trying to extricate herself and get to a towel in the linen closet—or failing that, at least press a little less of her wet, naked skin against his.
All her squirming only seemed to make things worse, her breasts dragging along his side, the fabric of his jeans scraping her flesh, causing her insides to quiver. God, he felt as good as he smelled. “What spider gag?”
Liam’s voice was noticeably rougher and his grip on her tightened even more, holding her still. “ This gag. There was no spider, Dani. Admit it.”
“Admit what? Of course there . . . was . . . a spider . . .” Her gaze leapt up to meet his at that ludicrous statement and she promptly lost her train of thought. Why on earth would she pretend to have a spider in her shower? But her voice trailed off, running away with the last of her useable brain cells at the way he was looking at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
His glasses were off. In three years of knowing him, she’d rarely seen him without them. This close, without those sensible wire frames to distract her, she noticed how intensely blue his eyes were. Not dark blue, like hers. Perfect sky blue. Cornflower blue. Drown inside them and never want to escape blue. And those lashes.
Who was this delicious stranger and what had he done with her best friend?
Breathe, Dani. This was the guy who saw her every day with no makeup on, wearing sweatpants and fuzzy socks. The guy who made the most elaborate, decadently fattening midnight snacks for their science fiction movie marathons. The one she shared every secret with. Who’d helped her survive her real nightmare.
This was not a man she was allowed to have the hots for.
I’m currently having a release contest over at the Smutketeers, but I love them, and we’re celebrating, so I’m having another. Since Beth is also giving away a Kindle 3G, I will be giving away a $25 Amazon gift card for ebooks to fill it and 3 of my own ebooks to someone who posts here and answers this question…
Have you ever had the hots for someone who was “just a friend”? (I’ll start-yes. Yes I have)
Sunday, May 29th, 2011
Forging Heartfelt Connections by Hunter Raines
First things first: a huge thank you to Beth for having me here today to kick off the blog tour for my upcoming Carina Press release, PARADISE FOUND.
PARADISE FOUND features three men who share an unforgettable night on a tropical island. When Mark and Cameron find Philip, they’re not thinking beyond one night of pleasure. Yet after the vacation comes to an end, they realize they may have found the one person who understands them both better than they understand themselves.
The premise got me thinking about how we connect with other people. Not just sexually, but emotionally as well.
For example, the way we make friends has changed in the digital age. My best friend in the entire world is someone I met online, who I only see face-to-face once a year (if I’m lucky). And yet, I feel closer to her than I do to people I’ve known “in person” for decades. Closer, even, than to many members of my family, who get in touch at Christmas and send birthday wishes through a greeting card in the mail.
So what’s so special about those folks who make an unforgettable impression on us? Is it the fact that they’re similar to us in some way? That they listen to us when so many other people are too wrapped up in their own lives to care? Or is it, simply, that forging a heartfelt a connection between two people transcends elements like physical proximity in favor of true, soul-to-soul communication, no matter what form it takes?
What do you think? Have you made close friends online? Have you ever spent a few minutes or hours talking to someone—say, at a party—only to leave there thinking, “Wow, that person really got me!”?
Share your thoughts in the comments, and I’ll choose one random commenter to win a $10 Amazon gift certificate.—
Paradise is just an illusion…
Or so Philip thinks as he vacations on exotic Anguilla. He should be celebrating the end of law school and the start of his successful career, but he’s tired of living a lie for his family’s sake. For just one night, he lets down his guard with two men he thinks he’ll never see again.
He isn’t the only one with secrets. For years, Cameron Drake has suppressed his need for dominance, afraid of hurting his lover, Mark Wilder. But when Cameron’s hand meets Philip’s ass, there’s no more pretending. Mark can’t face his conflicting feelings about the ménage; does Cameron want more than Mark can give?
The three of them may have been perfect together but consequences follow them back to their real lives. Will their desire for another encounter shatter the illusions they’ve built to protect themselves or clear the obstacles to paradise?
PARADISE FOUND will be available at Carina Press, Amazon, and other online retailers on June 6. Find out about Hunter’s books here.
Saturday, May 28th, 2011
Viv’s winners are as follows:
And the eARC of Rising to:
Please contact Vivian to collect your book at email@example.com
The “Eden” picked using the random number generator for Juniper’s $10 GC was the lovely author Eden Bradley, who will be joining the contest soon. As a result, Eden generously suggested it go to the next number. (As a rule, authors are more than welcome to join, Eden just hadn’t meant to enter). As a result, Juniper’s winner is
Amelia, contact Juniper to claim your prize, firstname.lastname@example.org
Thank you authors and participants!
Friday, May 27th, 2011
The World of Jeweled and Jaded
Jaded releases in a week and a half. I can’t believe it’s almost June!
Jaded is the sequel to Jeweled, which came out last November, and will end this short two-book series. Both books are menage a trois romances (M/F/M, in case you’re wondering). They are very hot and are both very romantic. There’s also a significant amount of worldbuilding in the books.
I am of the opinion that it is possible to write erotic stories that are both romantic AND are set in elaborate worlds. I think it IS possible to have it all. Honestly, I can’t write any other way because I get bored.
Jeweled and Jaded are set in a world flavored with the French Revolution with a dash of Russian Bolshevik uprising. Up until the beginning of Jeweled, only those with magick are privileged and wealthy. Those born into the lower classes who have so much as a breath of magick are whisked away from their families (willingly or not) and fostered at the royal palace.
If they pass a test of their magick at age eighteen, they are fitted with a precious jewel–in the small of the back for the women and the back of the neck for the men. Then they are considered “washed” of their low born status and fit for marriage into the royal family. This is, of course, simply a way to keep the royal family in control of the country.
Except the lower classes become fed up with this system that keeps them so impoverished. They rise up, storm the palace, and hunt down every member of the royal family and every one of the “Jeweled” they can find.
These books are historical fantasy, a setting you don’t see often in romance. The world has a Victorian feel, but, although certain technologies are beginning to be developed, I wouldn’t call these stories steampunk.
Jeweled features Evangeline, who hates her fall from grace. For her, adjustment from life as a celebrated “Jeweled” is very tough. The reader might not like her much at first, but stick with her, she changes and grows over the course of the novel.
Jaded has a much different type of heroine. Lilya is not magicked at all. She comes from a very rough background and has spent her life as a courtesan, one who is in charge of every aspect of her business–from the selection of her clients to what she does with them. All of that is turned on its head when two particular men enter her life and she is forced to confront her past and readjust her present. If she doesn’t, she’ll have no future.
You can read the first chapter of Jeweled and/or Jaded on my web site
Want to win a copy of Jeweled, the first book in this two-book series? Leave a comment and I’ll pick a winner.
Finally, I want to let everyone know about the contest I’m holding on my blog. I’m celebrating the release of JADED on June 7th with a two week event. The grand prize is a $100 GC to the book store of the winner’s choice, the runner-up prize is a $50 GC, and there are chances to win a different book every day. Go on over and check it out.
And remember, if you haven’t yet entered for a Kindle, or $189 Amazon gift card, do so now here at the Addicted to You contest.
Friday, May 27th, 2011
Eden B.! Congrats, Eden, and thanks for stoping by!
Thursday, May 26th, 2011
BK: Welcome Viv! It’s a pleasure to have you at the Addicted to You contest!
How long have you been writing? What are your aspirations as a writer?
I’m a baby writer in many ways. Wrote my first romance in 2008, published for the first time in 2009. Totally give credit to having read a million books prior to starting for being able to move so quickly between beginning and getting published.
Aspirations? I’m a simple soul. While there are bright shinys out there, I tend toward the goals I have some control over. Ie, I can’t MAKE myself an award-winning author, but I can improve my craft on every book. I can try to learn new skills, such as writing the same couples in consecutive books, or having issues that cross over multiple books in a series. Someday, I might even attempt a story written in first person. I’m currently very happy with my publisher, Samhain Publishing, and enjoying my digital-first career. (ie, my books all come out first in ebook format, and then in print after about a year)
Bottom line—I want to write the best books I can. Making myself and my readers happy is bonus goodness.
BK: I have read that you are quite a traveler and outdoors-woman. Are the Xtreme Adventures based on your own travels and adventures?
That’s a scary question.
YES, most of my stories have a basis in some adventure my family and I have experienced over the years. Hiking, skiing, getting lost in the wilderness. Even living in small towns versus being in the big city…I think people can tell where my heart lies from the stories I write.
I love getting to share settings that are a little more remote—the Pacific Inside Passage, the Yukon and Alaska. Or like in the Xtreme Adventures where the activities include downhill skiing (FALLING, FREESTYLE) and rock climbing (RISING, FREESTLYE), with future books including ocean kayaking and white water rafting. I love to try new things in the outdoors, and being able to write accurately about the sports makes me happy.
The NO part of the answer? I am happily married to one man. Any sexual exploits in my books, I give credit to poetic license and a vivid imagination.
BK: Do you have an especially memorable moment that stands out in your career as a writer—a moment where you realized you’d ‘arrived’ or a particularly special memory that will always stick with you?
I don’t think I feel like a writer yet, certainly not all the time. I’m having too much fun for this to be a real job. But I will say that the first time I got an email from a reader who told me how much they’d enjoyed the book, and that I “got it right” in regards to a situation…priceless. Giving people a chance to escape for a little while is something I’m very onboard with.
BK: What’s next for you?
After RISING, FREESTYLE releases July 5, I’ve got first books in three different series coming! All special for different reasons.
Starting in August, there’s a red-hot Australian luxury resort-set ménage series. What makes this unique are the three books that begin the series all overlap each other—same location, same time frame, different heroes and heroines. To add to the fun, each of the books has a different author–two Aussies and a Canuck. Look for PARADISE FOUND (by me), TROPICAL SIN (Lexxie Couper) and ISLAND IDYLL (Jess Dee). Oh, and did I mention there’s a free read we all wrote together? EXOTIC INDULGENCE will release August 23 from Samhain Publishing.
September 13 the first in the Takhini Wolves begins the spin off series from the popular Granite Lake Wolves. If you like paranormal with a twist of sarcasm, check out BLACK GOLD.
And finally, in November the Six Pack Ranch moves to Samhain Publishing. The first two books in the series have been rewritten and added to, and you can meet or meet again the men who work the Coleman ranch. ROCKY MOUNTAIN HEAT is a red-hot small town setting with contemporary cowboys. Yeha? ;)
If you want more information about any of these books, or my previous stories, you can track me down me various places.
Website | Blog | Twitter | Facebook
Now for a little fun! I’ve got four ebook copies of the first book in the Xtreme Adventures, FALLING, FREESTYLE to give to commenters. This book is available right now. I also have one eARC of RISING, FREESTLYE, which doesn’t release until July 5!
To be entered, what’s the most Xtreme sport you’ve ever dreamed about trying? Sky diving? Scuba? Underwater twiddiewinks?
Never venture out of bounds without a buddy–preferably two.
Xtreme Adventures, Book 1
Dara’s past four incredible years have been lived to the fullest. Along with her best friends, Kane and Jack, she’s left no local wilderness unexplored, no ski slope unchallenged. Yet lately she wonders why they’ve never seen her as more than a buddy with breasts. When—or if—either man will cross that unspoken line.
It’s a line Kane eyes harder every day. Since high school, he and Jack have shared everything. A condo, vacations—and their best girl. Kane’s ready to get serious about his wilderness school and outfitter business, and that includes putting down roots. Preferably with Dara.
Wary of the men who’ve recently been sniffing around Dara, Jack has a growing sense that he or Kane better make a move soon, or they’re going to lose out on their perfect match. Question is, who does she prefer…and who’s going to bring their easygoing trio to an end?
Overhearing the boys arguing over her, Dara’s floored—and torn. Choose between them? No way. Drastic measures are called for, a plan for their annual holiday getaway that will clarify her feelings once and for all—or lose everything in a sexual storm of whiteout proportions.
Warning: Old friends turned lovers can get into the most trouble—exhibitionism, bondage, spanking. Anal sex, oral sex, unauthorized use of ski safety harnesses, icicles in the hot tub…the author apologizes in advance for any melted monitors.
Ebook available: Samhain | Amazon |Barnes & Noble
Stuck between a rock-solid man and a hard place…Xtreme Adventures, Book Two
Coming July 5, 2011
Melanie Dixon’s body may have recovered from a horrific climbing accident, but her nerve is long gone. So is the natural enthusiasm for life she took for granted. Tired of being scared, beyond ready to conquer her fears, she pulls up stakes and moves to her brother’s new hometown to start over. Her first step is the most terrifying—to tackle the wall at the local climbing center.
Derrick James is mesmerized by Melanie’s dark beauty, and equally impressed with her climbing abilities and determination. Watching her retune rusty skills spurs a desire to partner with her—on and off the ropes. Melanie’s a compelling mix of wit, sensuality and vulnerability, and it’s his delicious task to convince her the scars on her body are no match for the heat rising between them.
Then a man from Melanie’s past shows up, pushing their relationship to the edge. Nathan King wants photographs for a “where are they now” series, but his side agenda is more personal in nature. A proposal that brings her out of her sensual shell and onto a precarious sexual ledge. Where trust is crucial…and too easily shattered.
Warning: This book may cause heart-pounding, body-shaking adrenaline attacks—and that’s before they leave the climbing gym. Contains blindfolds, ropes and a healthy dose of voyeurism. Go on—you know you like to watch.
Ebook available pre-order: Samhain|Amazon |Barnes & Noble
Remember to answer Vivian’s question to qualify for her generous giveaway! She has four ebooks to give away of Falling and an e-ARC of Rising! And don’t forget to comment for the Kindle giveaway at the Addicted to You contest, if you haven’t done so yet.
Wednesday, May 25th, 2011
Once upon a time I wrote a book called “Training the Receptionist”. I was in a strange mood at the time–a kind of bratty, thumb-your-nose-at-the-world mood. I’d never written in first person before, but this book insisted on it. Seriously, it bugged me until I gave in and wrote the whole story from my heroine’s point of view.
And wow, did she have a point of view! Sassy, full of attitude, quick with a wisecrack … but also deeply vulnerable and in need of love and respect. She kept things lively as she went through a very naughty “training” period with her sexy boss, Simon Dirk.
I loved this character, and readers seemed to as well. But she wasn’t satisfied with one book … oh no! Not my Dana. So here I go again, letting her tell another story, this one called Restraining the Receptionist. At the end of the first book, the firm’s senior partner, Ethan Cowell, entered the picture. So now she’s got two sexy bosses to contend with. This time, the mysterious Ethan Cowell takes the spotlight. Dana has her hands full, which is just how she likes it.
Two books later, I still shake my head at this character. Dana and I couldn’t be more different, yet when I sit down to write these books, she’s there. Stubborn, snarky, sexy, a woman who’s not afraid of her desires. I’m honestly not sure where she came from. Perhaps I should consult a therapist. ;)
In the meantime, she’s fun to write and I hope you find her fun to read. Here’s the blurb and an excerpt from “Restraining the Receptionist”, coming June 14 from Samhain Publishing. And thanks so much to Beth Kery for including me in her celebration of her upcoming release, “Addicted to You”.
Every deal has a loophole.
…the Receptionist, Book 2
Dana Arthur’s new job with the firm of Cowell & Dirk is going well. Translation: the occasionally kinky ménage with her two bosses, Ethan and Simon, has been several months of politically incorrect bliss.
Except the relationship feels unbalanced. While Ethan is the undisputed master, the partners’ iron-clad agreement stipulates that Simon must be present as she performs her “duties”. And she senses there’s a subtle, powerful tug-of-war developing for more than just her body.
Simon had agreed to share the firm’s fiery, sensually daring receptionist…to a point. With Simon out of town, Ethan plans a feast of erotic temptations designed to have Dana begging him to break the deal. He didn’t realize his heart would be a casualty.
Once she surrenders to his wicked demands, Dana realizes there’s no going back. It’s time for a three-way renegotiation…this time, all or nothing.
NSFW!! Do Not Try This at Your Job. Contains highly inappropriate workplace behavior including m/f/m, m/m, bondage, creative use of office space and a high-stakes trip to Atlantic City.
…the Receptionist, Book 2
Enjoy the following ADULT excerpt for Restraining the Receptionist:
My unpredictable number one boss showed up in a new mood the next day. I’d never seen him light-hearted before. Now that I had an idea about his history, not a big surprise. But that’s exactly how he seemed when he breezed into the office. He wore casual clothes, blue jeans and a light blue open-collared shirt that made his eyes look like summer without the smog.
“I’ve got no pesky clients today, luv,” he told me, without pausing by my desk to check my outfit, which he usually did. “I’d like you to order us a picnic lunch.”
“Picnic. You have those in America, right? Or are they banned in the great state of New York?”
“We have them, but you can’t even spread out a blanket without kicking aside a stray used needle or two.” As soon as I said it I remembered the heroin. “I…I’m sorry,” I stammered.
But my thoughtless reference didn’t make him miss a beat. “A little local color will add to the experience, I’m sure. Handle the details and we’ll go around noon.”
Did a picnic violate the terms of our deal? Ethan and I would be doing something outside of work, just the two of us, something intimate. Almost like a date. But he hadn’t suggested anything physical. It was lunch. We both had to eat, right? It seemed perfectly harmless.
Since I was working from the company petty cash fund, I called up the neighborhood yuppie café where they served giant organic sandwiches. On my budget, I would have gone for a Subway footlong. But Ethan would no doubt demand something better.
We held our picnic on a concrete bench in a sweltering park a few blocks away from the office. Dog walkers and stroller-pushers, listless from the heat, wandered by now and then, but otherwise we were alone. The humid heat pressed on us like a steam iron. My hair stuck to my cheeks as I bit into my upscale sandwich.
Ethan didn’t comment on the slabs of free-range chicken that had probably been hand-raised and read bedtime stories before being slaughtered and inserted into a sandwich. He did remove the unruly mound of bean sprouts and toss it to a nearby pigeon. The pigeon pecked at the stuff, clucked scornfully and waddled the other direction.
I couldn’t help giggling at Ethan’s wounded expression. “I wouldn’t take it personally,” I told him. “He’s a New York pigeon. He’s used to eating dog crap.”
He chuckled. “Have you lived here your whole life, Dana?”
The sheer ordinariness of the question unnerved me. “Well, except for that semester abroad in Paris, and the year I spent in Fiji with the Peace Corps. I’m joking,” I added, when he didn’t laugh.
“Oh. Well, I’m certainly familiar with your sense of humor, but I confess I don’t understand the joke. You could have done those things.”
I let out a spurt of laughter that startled the pigeon. “I had other things to do.”
“Like dodge my father’s fists after a drinking binge.”
“Ah.” Ethan didn’t show sympathy or disapproval or anything else. He chewed on his stack of multi-grain goodness. “And your mother?”
“No clue. My father always said she ran away, but for all I know he has her body dismembered in a freezer somewhere.”
That earned me a sharp taste of Blue Fury.
“I’m kidding. I have a dark sense of humor. My father’s not that bad. And my stepmother would have gone for poison instead.”
A crack of laughter from Ethan. “You really are something, you know that? You fascinate me.”
I filled my mouth with sandwich so I didn’t have to answer that. I was very much afraid the fascination was mutual. We settled into a munching, digesting kind of silence. He had one ankle crossed over the opposite knee, and occasionally his bent leg would brush against mine. Every time it happened, a little jolt of awareness zinged straight to my groin. Did he know it was happening? Was he doing it deliberately?
“Your knee keeps touching me.”
“Does it?” He didn’t move away.
“That’s against the rules.”
“So sorry.” But he didn’t look sorry. He looked entirely unconcerned, even though he moved his knee away. “One of these days we must write these rules down. For instance, is all physical contact forbidden while Simon is away, or only that of a sexual nature?”
Lord, why did he have to say “sexual” with that spark in his eyes and that slant of his eyebrow? It wasn’t fair, damn it.
“Another example. I’ve been longing to tell you how delicious you look today and how the shadow of your nipples through the fabric of your blouse keeps drawing my eyes. But is verbal praise also off-limits, since I’d be unable to keep it G-rated, I’m afraid?”
“You can’t see my nipples through my blouse!” I looked down to make sure.
“Oh, yes, I can. I know what they’re doing right now. They’re just beginning to stir to life. You’re probably feeling a pleasant prickling as they become engorged. I’ve realized something about you, you know. The sound of my voice has a powerful effect on you.”
So right he was. I tried to block out his voice. Might as well try to stop the Hudson River.
“In fact, I wouldn’t be surprised if I could bring you to orgasm just with my voice. I wouldn’t have to touch you at all. All I’d have to do is tell you what I wanted to do to you. I’d tell you how much I want to bend you over this bench and take you in the open air. Or how much I’d like to tie you to that birch tree over there, open your blouse and bring you to orgasm with my fist up your cunt. Sure, someone might see. For instance, those three fellows playing Frisbee over there. It’s entirely possible they’d start to notice when I tied your hands behind the tree and ripped off your blouse. Maybe they’d even come running to your rescue.”
His gravelly voice hypnotized me so I could practically picture the scene. My body melted into a shivery puddle of craving.
“And then, of course, I’d have no choice but to invite them to join us, either as witnesses or participants. They look like red-blooded, able-bodied, clean-cut gentlemen, nothing to fear. I’d have to convince them you were willing. More than willing. Eager. I’d have to show them how wet you already were, just from having your breasts exposed. You like being exposed, don’t you?”
“Stop,” I murmured. This was going into an area we’d never touched. Other men had had no place in our games so far.
As soon as I told him to stop, he did. And as soon as he did, I wanted him to start again. After all, what was the harm? He was going there in imagination only.
“Well…” I cleared my throat. “Would you let them touch my breasts?”
“I’d give them a chance, see how they behaved. Not just anyone gets to touch my Dana. Our Dana, I should say.”
I winced at the reminder of the absent Simon. But I was too caught up in Ethan’s hypothetical scenario to be bothered for long.
“Our Dana’s luscious nipples deserve nothing other than sweet tender care. Long, lingering suckles. Perhaps a man to each nipple, and one to jerk himself off as he watches. That should get you started, I’d say. You’d be making those adorable little whimpering sounds. But perhaps I’d begin to sense that you want more, that you need the grip of cold metal on your flesh.”
The image made my belly clench with need. My nipples were as hard as the bench we sat on. I thought I would suffocate if this went on much longer. I turned a pleading look on him. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of nipple clamps.
This was way over the line, totally against our rules, but I banished that thought from my mind. I nodded, biting my lip. I didn’t care who watched as he reached inside my blouse and fastened the silver clips to my nipples. The sweet pain of it made me sag against him and sigh. Exquisite relief flooded me. I leaned against him as if he were a boulder. When I looked down, the clips were clearly visible through my blouse. But I didn’t care. Ethan would take care of me.
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Friday, May 6th, 2011
#25 Earlene Gillespie
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Monday, May 2nd, 2011
I’m thrilled and excited to be part of the upcoming Three to Tango anthology with talented authors Emma Holly, Lauren Dane and Megan Hart, coming out tomorrow! Woo Hoo! This one is a real smoker, involving four erotic fiction authors blazing hot interpretations of the love triangle theme. Leave a comment HERE to be in the draw for a $25 dollar Amazon e-card giveaway this Friday!
Four of erotic fiction’s most talented authors carry readers away with all-new tales of ecstasy that prove that the most delectable things in life come in threes…Sex is best when it’s one-on-one…plus one.
In Emma Holly’s FLIPPING FOR CHELSEA, Shay and Liam shared an unforgettable night with their lifelong friend, Chelsea, awakening a rush of forbidden feelings—feelings they have to reckon with when the three reunite, and the unrequited lust between them is too much to bear.
Though Ava left her hard-knock Georgia childhood behind, she never forgot Luca and Angelo. Together they were best friends with a bond that could never be broken. But when she returns, the three must decide whether to face the fires that burn between them, or forgo their desires forever in Lauren Dane’s DIRTY/BAD/WRONG.
In Megan Hart’s JUST ONE NIGHT, fun-loving couple Kerry and Jeremy find themselves in a triangle of trouble when Kerry’s old crush, Brian, returns for a school reunion, and Jeremy gives her his enthusiastic approval to seduce him. But while Jeremy has no trouble sharing Kerry, Brian isn’t sure he can handle what’s coming.
Years ago, Walker walked out on Madeline when she needed him most. Now, the ex-Secret Service agent is back—hired to protect both Madeline and their billionaire friend, Tony. Madeline is determined to make him pay for denying her desires—and she’s not above bringing Tony in to sweeten the deal in Bethany Kane’s ON THE JOB.
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He was back there, watching her. He was on the job, and Madeline knew better than most how important his job was to him. He wouldn’t abandon it, even if he had abandoned her. She held him in a trap, and it was sweet . . . delicious to torment him for his sense of duty, to make him pay for his noble intentions.
She reminded him of what he’d sacrificed as she stroked her erect nipples beneath a hot Tahoe sun. So what if they’d just been kids at the time, fools suffering from the heatstroke of a wild infatuation? She’d needed him, and he’d failed her. First Madeline’s father had died unexpectedly, then Walker had left. Madeline’s hurt had changed to anger over the years. Eventually, the sting had faded.
It had, anyway, until she’d walked onto the terrace this morning and seen Walker Gray talking to Tony.
Her clit begged for attention, but Madeline refrained. With effort. She longed to punish him, not only for eleven years ago, but for having the temerity to suddenly appear again in her life. His brisk, professional manner made a mockery of the fact that she’d been floored by his unexpected presence. He’d barely said two dozen words to her since Tony had asked her if she recalled their old friend from their high school and college days, Walker Gray.
She recalled, all right.
She’d make sure the bastard remembered just as graphically.
She sat up and took a sip from her glass of iced hibiscus tea mixed with lemonade. Her fingers strayed to the tie at her back. She pulled slowly on the string. She tossed the flimsy top next to the sweating glass and stretched out again on the dock.
It wasn’t a big deal. She sunbathed topless once in a while on Tony’s boat. True, she’d never gotten the impression that her bare breasts had received any of the focused interest from Tony as they once had from the man who stood behind her in the yard. Sure, she’d never have done it if it were another one of Tony’s employees standing guard. The point was, Madeline was perfectly comfortable sunbathing topless in this situation.
She doubted very seriously she would have ever cupped her breasts in her slick hands from below, making the nipples point upward, like dark pink arrows, to the sky even in front of Tony, but the heretofore unprotected parts of her skin needed SPF, didn’t they?
It felt good, so warm, so arousing . . . so powerful.
She let one hand trail across the sensitive skin at the sides of her ribs and across her belly. Her clit beckoned. It burned in protest at being ignored. She slipped two fingers beneath the top of her bikini panties. Her labia were moist and swollen. She slid a finger into the juicy cleft and moaned in pleasure.
Was he suffering? God, she hoped so.
Her eyes popped open a few seconds later when she felt a hand wrap around her wrist. He’d moved so quietly, and she’d been so involved in her little game, she’d never heard his tread on the dock.
“Surely you’re not going to ask me what I’m doing, Madeline.” She saw his clamped jaw and her shocked reflection in the mirrored lenses of his sunglasses. “Because I would have thought that was obvious. I’m giving you what you’ve been asking for.”
She gasped in surprise when he slid his forearm beneath her thighs and lifted. The next thing she knew she was flying down the dock in Walker Gray’s arms.
Look for Three to Tango in bookstores May 3, 2011!