Sunday, 26 April 2015

Weekend Writng Warriors #111

 



Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' I have played with the punctuation a little so as not to spoil the flow, enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT 
   

When James’ chauffeur dropped her back home, having made an arrangement for the following Thursday evening, Tanya was buzzing with excitement. She lay in her bed thinking of his deep blue eyes watching her body twist and turn before him, she imagined his delight as she stretched her legs wide apart almost the full length of the pole. Tanya made up her mind there and then that she would make James want her.
Thursday came; Tanya had chosen an outfit she knew he hadn’t seen, an electric blue unitard that fit like a second skin. The fabric glittered with sequins and was cut away at the sides to reveal Tanya’s toned stomach. A matching pair of thigh high boots finished the look. Tanya’s hair was sleek; the curls steamed away by Joey, her eyes were heavily made up but looked appealing. Black and blue stripes flattered her nails. She was ready
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Sunday, 19 April 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #110

 



Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT

    “Yes, I would be seated along with my clients,” James paused, “I will, of course, pay you very well for your time.”

Tanya took a brief moment to consider his offer. Of course she would do this, why not? The thought of dancing for James thrilled her, the fact that other men would be present was of no concern and nothing she wasn’t used to. But to dance in James’ home! What an honour that would be!

“I would consider it a pleasure James.” she beamed and was happy to see the relief on his handsome face.
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Thursday, 16 April 2015

Thursday Tasters #11


Hi and welcome to the first Thursday Taster I have completed in quite some time! This is a great little group and a fantastic opportunity for authors to showcase excerpts from their work (published or otherwise). If you are interested in joining in, please follow the link below and send a message to the group's manager Naomi Shaw:  http://www.eroticfantasies.weebly.com/blog for now just enjoy my taster from 'A Wicked Game':




Peter didn’t know how long he had sat on his sofa staring at the wall. It didn’t matter how hard he thought, he reached the same conclusion. No solution would afford him peace.
Eventually he made himself a microwave meal and then pushed the unpalatable substance around his plate with a dinner spoon before discarding it altogether. He felt miserable. He had been so sure that he’d had everything under control, but that was crazy. In reality he was never in control. Lucinda held all the cards, Lucinda called all the shots.
And what about Amy?
Wasn’t he supposed to see her tonight? He tried hard to remember but all he could see was her furious face, white with anger when she’d noticed Lucinda waiting for him. Amy must know what’s going on, he thought grimly, God what a mess.
He closed his eyes and allowed his thoughts to wander back again to Lucinda, the way she’d looked when she’d thrilled him, on her knees before him like a wanton whore. He took out his phone and looked at the photographs of her. Her ass appeared on the little screen ripe and waiting and her sexy body was so eagerly spread out before him. His eyes focussed on her hot, teasing mouth. His groin stirred as he recalled the sensations his body had felt as she pleasured him so expertly. He shook his head slowly, what an idiot he’d been. Lucinda didn’t need lessons. Lucinda already knew exactly how to please a man, and then some.
So what did she want?
 What was Lucinda getting from all of this? Peter felt there was definitely something he was missing. The shrill trill of the house phone cut through his thoughts. He made a grab for it and knocked it to the floor, by the time he raised it to his ear Amy was furious.
“Is she there now?” she snarled and it was a tone Peter had not heard from her before.
“No. No of course not! Amy what’s the matter?”
“I’m coming over.” The phone went dead in Peter’s hand and at the same time his mobile vibrated. It was a text.
Coming over xxx
Lucinda! No! Quickly he punched the keypad with his fingers,
No, Amy’s here! Peter pressed send.
There was no reply. Peter paced the floor then tried again.
Don’t come! He pressed send and watched as the ‘received’ message showed up underneath the many fingerprints blocking a clear view of the phones screen.
Again there was no reply from Lucinda and his heart tightened in his chest.
What was she doing? Reply, damn you Lucinda!
In desperation he rang her number and got her voicemail, by now Peter was struggling to think straight at all.
“Lucinda!” he practically shouted into the handset, “Do not come to my house, Amy is here!”
No she isn’t.

Lucinda’s almost instantaneous text made his scalp prickle. 

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Wednesday, 15 April 2015

Hollywood Royalty by TS McKinney



 
 Hollywood Royalty by TS McKinney – Out Now! #bdsm #humor #contemporaryromance


Book Blurb
Victoria Winstead.  My parents are the reigning King and Queen of Hollywood and since I am their only child, that clearly means I am a pampered princess who is accustomed to getting everything I want, when I want it, and how I want it…and right now, I want the most coveted role in Hollywood.  Only one thing stands in my way.

Grayson Leman.  This bastard is the only son of the reigning Prince and Princess of Hollywood and I hate everything about him, always have and always will.  Our families have a history and it isn’t pretty. It’s ugly, Hollywood style.  Oh yeah, he’s the one thing standing in my way.

Annabelle Hutchinson.  She’s the creation of a writing trio that has managed to rock the entire female population with their erotica novel, Dark Lovers.  They have single-handedly brought mommy porn front and center and made it not only acceptable but sexy as hell.  A movie deal was made and I am literally (this is embarrassing to say) having to actually fight for something for the first time in my life.

Not to worry, though…I am Hollywood Royalty.

2 sentence tag line:
Victoria thought that she would give anything for the role of Annabelle Hutchinson.  She just didn’t realize what she would end up losing.

Author Bio:
TS McKinney lives in East Tennessee with her high school sweetheart/husband and all the countless dogs she picks up from deserted country roads.  Her professional career has been in business but her heart has always belonged to the fantasy world found in books.
Creating wicked worlds where one can meet the perfect hero – and then do anything to him that you want – has been a hobby that has brought her plenty of hours of fun and naughty entertainment.
When not working, reading, or writing, she loves to spend her time with her family and forcing them (because they don’t really have another choice) to allow her to redecorate their house…and listen to her naughty…sometimes sadistic stories.

(Amazon link will not be available until release day)

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Excerpt:

“You leaving in the morning, Gabe?  Or staying the day?”  His band members got up and shook his hand as he started to leave.  They didn’t tease him, but I could tell they wanted to.  Badly.

“I’m staying.  I’ll see you Sunday night.”

“Great.  Okay.  You guys have an…an exciting night.”  He was stalling.  I swear he was stalling. 

Honestly folks, I didn’t want to say anything.  It had been my vow to myself to give him the silent treatment all evening long.  I had done so well.  I should probably be nominated for an Oscar for my performance. Not one time did I lean in to sniff his intoxicating scent.  Nope, I didn’t.  Nor did I allow my gaze to stray toward that body that was made for nothing but pure undiluted sin. Nope, the only time I looked at  him was to roll my eyes or glare.  Ignoring him had been my only task for the evening.  I had been an awesome bitch…up until now.  For some reason, unknown to me, I couldn’t stop the word from slipping between my lips as he turned to walk away. 

“Pussy.”

Memphis had to struggle to keep the full blown smile from covering her face.  Gabe didn’t even try to hide his reaction.  He slammed his fist on the table.  The rest of the table just looked shocked and appalled by my outburst.  I felt a blush start to stain my cheeks and I fought furiously to clamp down on the feeling.  I didn’t need to feel bad for being mean to him or embarrassing him.  He, my friends, is the enemy.  Yet, I wasn’t really as proud of myself like I’d always imagined I would be in a situation like this.

He stopped walking and stood with his back to us for several long, intimidating seconds.  From the way the muscles in his back quivered, I believe he was trying to control his temper.  Oh, well.  I wasn’t really worried.  It isn’t like Mister Boy Scout would ever hit a girl, right?  I felt myself start to fidget when he just stood there.  We had also caught the attention of several of the patrons that were seated around us.  In fact, I believe we were making quite the spectacle of ourselves.

“Just go, Grayson.  Don’t do it,” Gabe pleaded.  He glared at me in disgust.  “You don’t have anything to prove, especially to her.”

Finally, Grayson slowly turned around and looked me dead in the face…hard.  This time, I definitely started fidgeting in my seat.  His intense stare was breathtaking with his bright blue eyes and girly lashes.  God, did I mention how hot he was?  “What did you say to me?” he asked quietly.  When he’d been on stage singing, his voice had sounded like hot whiskey – now he sounded cold and furious.  Well, he could just get over himself.  I didn’t like him.  I wasn’t trying to be his friend or suck up to him to get him to star in their movie.  I, my dear friends, didn’t give a flying fuck what he thought about me.

“She called you a pussy, dude.”  Gabe answered loudly when I failed to answer promptly enough to suit him.  Of course, when Gabe said it, everyone within a ten mile radius heard him.  I was seriously getting tired of dear ole Gabe, really fast.

Grayson’s jaw ticked and his mouth formed a frown that didn’t do a damned thing to make him unattractive.  I guess this is why our families had always worked so hard to keep us apart from each other.  He was hot enough that I wouldn’t be able to keep my hands to myself and I was bitchy enough that my very touch would soil his pure skin.

“Yep, I called you a pussy, Grayson.  Got a problem with that?”  I sounded a lot tougher on the outside than I was feeling on the inside.  It actually bothered me to be mean to him and I had no clue why.

“Yea, I guess I do,” he answered with a lazy shrug of his perfectly shaped shoulders—you know, not too much muscle but just enough to make a girl swoon?  “Actually, I have a problem with how you’ve treated me all night long,” he explained as he closed the distance between us with a determined stride.  Once he was close enough, he grabbed his vacated chair, swirled it around, slammed it right up against my knee, and straddled it.  When we were practically eye to eye, he continued, “I’m pretty sure I’ve never done anything to offend you personally, but you still act like a bitch.  Why is that, Vic?  Are you afraid of me?”  His voice was low enough that I was the only one that could hear him unless people rudely moved in closer.  I knew they wanted to, but they didn’t.  Actually, Memphis wouldn’t let them.  It was a good thing Memphis could multi task because she was having to keep other patrons away from us and keep Gabe in line at the same time.  Gabe was even more furious than Grayson was and that made about as much sense as the way I felt with Grayson being so close to me. 

“Afraid of you?  Mister Boy Scout?  I seriously doubt that,” I answered smugly.  “I just don’t like you.”

“You don’t know me.”
 
Well, he had me there, but I didn’t intend to back down.  “I don’t have to know you to not like you.  Don’t let it hurt your feelings, sweetie.  Are you going to cry like your mommy did?”
Yea, I went there.  The minute I did, I wished I hadn’t.  Too late.  I watched many emotions cross through those blue eyes—hurt, anger, surprise, lust…

He tilted his head to the side and studied me like I was some kind of sideshow freak.  I could tell he was pondering something. Maybe punching me in the face and seeing if he could make me cry?  Right when I  was about to cave and apologize, he leaned in and whispered in my ear, “You want to make me scream, don’t you, Vic?  You want to hurt me?”  I could feel his hot breath tickling my neck and sending waves of desire rushing through me.  Actually, those waves had started the minute he had gotten close to me. It was his hot breath or the way his tongue almost touched my ear when he spoke.  “You wanna do it on stage?  How brave are you?”

Sunday, 12 April 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #109

 



Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT

 
“A private dance?” Tanya asked.
“Well, not entirely private. I want you to dance in my home for a group of business men I am trying to impress.” James continued.
Tanya felt a twinge of disappointment, her fantasies had all been for his eyes only.
“Would you be there?” she asked trying not to show the longing in her eyes.
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Sunday, 5 April 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #108

 



Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT


Tanya longed to go somewhere private with James and she nodded meekly. Her head told her to concentrate, it was never a good idea to go anywhere with someone you’ve only just met, particularly if they’ve seen you almost naked. But James wasn’t just anybody. He took her hand to help her down from the stool and led her to the front door where his car was waiting.
“Just drive around please Robert.” James spoke to his chauffeur after ushering Tanya into the back seat. Then he climbed in beside her and spoke gently as the car joined the traffic.
“I would like you to dance for me.” he said searching her eyes to gauge her response.

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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Sunday, 29 March 2015

Weekend Writing Warriors #107

 



Hi and welcome to this week's eight sentences. 
I'm continuing with the next eight from 'Dancing for the Boys' enjoy!:                                           
   MY EIGHT



“I think that you are an excellent pole dancer,” James continued seemingly oblivious to Tanya’s wandering stare. “I have a proposition for you if you are interested.”

That caught Tanya’s attention and she raised her eyes to meet his. A deep blue intensity greeted her making her falter all over again.
“What sort of proposition?” she managed.
James glanced across at Tony, so obviously listening though pretending he wasn’t.
“We can’t talk here,” he said, “Would you object to going somewhere more private?”
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Who doesn’t love to dance? Who doesn’t love to tease the men watching, willing them to notice and lust after your body? What would you do if you were given the chance to perform before a group of appreciative gentlemen for a large amount of money? The latest release from the pen of Gemma Parkes combines two stories of exotic dancing and what it means to two women when they truly perform.

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Video link:
http://youtu.be/rjXsx_ik9-4