Friday, 29 November 2013

Flash Fiction Friday #82

Hi Everyone and welcome to Flash Fiction Friday! A group of authors and myself get together to write a flash fiction piece about the same picture using only 100 words. Here's mine, enjoy!:

                                                                     HOME



Jack woke to the sound of hungry creatures cowering amongst the dense undergrowth. He knew he would have to move quickly, the stench of his human form would soon arouse curiosity. A circle of bright light and the distant shouts of anger pulled at something in his memory. Home was to the left...it was time to run.
Twigs cracked between his toes, droplets of evening dew splashed his calves and behind him came the slow pant of hunger, or was it greed? Jack clenched his fists, stretched strong thighs and pounded the earth beneath him. Home was close, but was it close enough?

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Wednesday, 27 November 2013

'Europe in Love' new release from Jacqueline George


I love visiting Europe. It’s just so full of beautiful and interesting things. I live on Cape York in tropical  Queensland, twenty minutes from the Great Barrier Reef. Cape York is about the same size as the UK, but we only have ~20,000 people. From here to the nearest supermarket is about 150 miles.
We drive past miles and miles of nothing to get to Cairns, our nearest real town. When we fly to Europe on holiday and hire a car, how many villages, people, cities, international borders would we have passed driving the same distance?
I love the history on display everywhere, something the locals take in their stride but is a matter of wonder to us poor colonials. We have pubs, austere drinking halls with poker machines and large screen televisions blaring sport 25 hours a day. They have caf├ęs that really, really want you to sit down over a coffee and cognac to discuss the world, art, politics...
And the women! It gets hot at home, and make-up just does not work well if your skin is continually moist. There is a limit to the amount of clothing you can wear when the temperature climbs, but - look - do the girls of Sicily and Spain go around in flip-flops, tired tee-shirts and baggy shorts the way we do? Of course not. They are Europeans and have style.
OK, so I’m being romantic, but Europe does romance too! Sophisticated food, and romance to go with it? Just hold me back! I swear, if only they had coconut palms like my garden, I would live in a garret and eat dried bread just for the fun of living there.
Europe in Love is just me putting some of my passions down on paper, and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed the writing. It is a mix of ancient and modern, fact and fantasy, and you can read an excerpt here.
Better still, click this Christmas Present to claim your free gift - a copy of Jacqueline and Another Sexy Year and that will be a lot of fun!

 Jacqueline lives in Far North Queensland, on the shore of the Coral Sea. She keeps herself busy with her cats and garden, and by writing books - some of which are far too naughty for her own good. You can find out more about Jacqueline and her books at www.jacquelinegeorgewriter.com

Sunday, 24 November 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #44


Hi Everyone and welcome to another eight sentences!
This week, and the weeks running up to Christmas, I will be sharing sentences from my Christmas Anthology 'Christmas Delights'

My eight this week are the opening lines from one of the five stories 'The Christmas Guest'

My Eight

It was mid December and Leanne was growing tired of all the happy faces surrounding her. Everyone except her, it seemed, was full of Christmas spirit. At work the Christmas tree had been up for over a month, with its silly fake presents sitting untidily beneath it. Leanne still had two more weeks to work until she could take leave and shut herself away in her small apartment waiting for the fuss to die down.
Of course she hadn’t always felt like this. Last year for example had been a very Happy Christmas. She smiled to herself as she remembered staying in bed for two whole days with a third year student she’d met in a wine bar.
Monday morning reality broke into her daydream as the phone on her maple desk rang loudly.
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Blurb:

Christmas is a time for giving. One of the most important things we can give is love, how we express that love is up to us. In this anthology, Christmas is expressed through erotic journeys of lust and discovery, making it a very special time of the year for all the characters within. Lie back and enjoy these five erotic tales of Christmas written from the naughty pen of Gemma Parkes:

• Have you ever wondered what it would be like to wear lingerie that really made you feel beautiful? Danielle is reluctant until she feels super sexy in her present from Michael. A story bound to warm even the most reluctant of lovers.
• A Christmas shopping expedition to England’s capitol city ends up with a visit to a live sex show. An erotic author and her boyfriend are about to view the action from very close quarters. Will it be everything they expected, or more?
• Adventurous couple Clare and Jake have wonderful imaginations that run riot around this time of year. Even the dullest of Christmas decorations can become erotic in the extreme. What else do they have hidden away in their ‘Naughty Box’?


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Thursday, 21 November 2013

Faustina and the Barbarians by John McKeown


Faustina and the Barbarians by John McKeown

Blurb

Rome wasn't built in a day but Faustina Maxima, antithesis of the passive Roman matron, can screw herself out of a threatening situation quicker than you can say, “Veni, vidi, vici!” This statuesque beauty, descendant of a famous emperor is a one-woman sexual killing machine that eats savage Goths and Saxons for breakfast—and is also partial to a Pict or two—while lunch, dinner and supper is any Roman who takes her fancy. Like any great general she's blessed with imagination, and open to every possibility for maximising pleasure. For, as she writes to her daughter-in-law Flavia, the lucky recipient of her mother-in-law's unblushing exploits among the barbarians, “what is life without ever fresh adventures?”

Warning: This title contains graphic language and is suitable for adults only.

'Faustina and the Barbarians' is a 21.000 words historical erotica novella

Published by ahotterstate.com

Excerpt

To: Flavia Maxima, Rome
From: Faustina Maxima, Amorgos, August 410

My darling daughter-in-law, what thrilling news! The Barbarians at the gates of Rome, at last. You and your friends are in for the time of your lives. I’m green with envy, exiled as ever on this barren Grecian rock with nothing but goats and wizened goat herders for company; not to mention that boring, obnoxious bag-of-bones, your father-in-law Flaccus. As soon as you hear Alaric’s Gothic cavalry pounding down the street, get outside and scream for attention.

I know you won’t do that, of course, but I hope this letter of mine will persuade you to stop being such a shrinking violet and have some fun with the gorgeous Goths before they’re completely Romanised. You really must make the most of them, my dear. All disrespect to my darling son, but you must be bored stiff in the bedroom. He’s just like his wimpish father; prefers a blowjob from a eunuch to fulfilling his conjugal duties.

Darling, in all earnestness, the Goths are just the influx of virility the women of Rome are crying out for. I speak, as always, from experience.

Twenty years ago, when the Goths first began seriously troubling our northern borders, Flaccus, appointed Legate by the Emperor Valentinian, was sent to keep an eye on them. I, of course, having the ear—and more vital organs—of His Imperial Majesty, was allowed to accompany him. I was a very excited twenty-year-old, who couldn’t wait to feast her eyes upon those blond giants from the far north.

When we arrived it was high summer, and the forests of Germania were steaming, and not just with fires from Barbarian encampments. Disguised as an officer, I rode with my valiant husband into the centre of the Chief’s camp to parlay. Darling, I simply couldn’t see what threat the Goths posed, for all their energy seemed to be spent in fucking their buxom-arsed women, and often each other, senseless. As we rode in, my saddle was damp with the sights we saw. They were fucking against trees, on the ground, and, one couple I remember, were shafting each other precariously balanced in the boughs of an oak. And what beauties they were! As Flaccus did his ‘fearsome Roman’ bit with Chief Athalaric, I let my eyes take in the tall blonds who surrounded our mounted embassy. Long blond hair turned to gold in the slanting rays of the sun, gemstone eyes set above rich, red mouths sculpted for kissing. And do you know, as I sat, looking as martial as I could, one of them met my eye and made a very provocative gesture with his closed fist. That night I lay in our tent stroking myself and feeling those strong fingers probing inside me.

I was well on the way to coming when I heard Delicia, my hand-maiden, scream. The curtains around my bed were torn back and there stood a gang of young Goths laughing, swords unsheathed.

“Oh Aphrodite, don’t let me wake up now,” I prayed as they gathered close, their eyes bulging with lust in the lamplight.

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John McKeown is a British writer based in Dublin. He lived in Prague where he was a teacher and freelance journalist and part of the ex-pat literary scene in the 1990s, then moved to Ireland in 2000 becoming a columnist for the Irish Examiner, and arts feature writer for the Irish Times. He was theatre critic for the Irish Daily Mail from 2006 to 2008 and is currently reviewing theatre for the Irish Independent and UK online theatre magazine Exeunt while raising his daughter Julia. His erotic short stories have been published by Xcite Books in the UK, who have also recently published his first novella Gooseflesh Abbey. JMS Books in the US is publishing two other erotic novellas, also in 2013, Prague Memoir and The Time Sex Machine. In addition to erotica John has four collections of poetry in print, the last, Night Walk published by Salmon Press in Ireland (available from Dufour Editions in the US). He has also collaborated with Leo O’Kelly of Irish folk-rock duo Tir Na nOg, on an album of songs entitled Will released in 2011 on Life and Living Records in the UK.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Sweetest Splendor by Kacey Hammel

A Fave Trait – Friends to Lovers

Being  a Contemporary Romance Author, I have the privilege of writing stories where the characters can be meeting for the first time and fall in love, have tried love once and it failed but come together again for a second chance or who have been friends along time without facing their true feelings for one another.

I love all these premises in romance, am an avid Contemp Romance Reader, but my fave is friends to lovers. My husband and I were friends along time before we began dating and we knew one another very well. We already had camaraderie, a bond that was stronger than either of us fully realized in the beginning.

When writing these stories, the story can progress a lot easier and faster – the bond is already there, the nuances of friendship that are sometimes easy to explore and delve deeper into.  I love that the strength of the relationship between the main characters is already there and I can enjoy the ride of new adventures with both of them. That all being said, writing with this premise isn’t a cake-walk, there are still ups and downs to it and the characters are quite often uncooperative.  But it’s a hell of a ride that I enjoy immensely.

So what about you – what Contemp Romance concept do you like best, or read most often – friends to lovers, unrequited love, new/meeting for the first time love? I’d love to hear your thoughts!



Sweetest Splendor
Book 2: Club Splendor (sequel to Sweetest Salvation)
A Romance on the Go Short Story (30 pgs)
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Contemporary Erotic Romance
Content Warning: Contains Voyeurism, Anal Sex, Toys
ISBN# 9781771306119

5 Stars ~ “Scorching hot friends to lovers story with enough heat to frazzle eReaders and just the right amount of sweet to touch hearts. Sweetest Splendor is one heck of a spicy read!” JoAnne, Amazon

4 Stars ~ “… a short and spicy read…can't wait to see if there will be more to follow.” Crystal, SSLY

Bridget Guthrie and Zander Hudson have worked at Club Splendor together for years, sharing smoldering glances, flirting, and building a friendship. Thanks to the club’s strict policy of no staff fraternization, they’ve resisted how much they truly want each another.

With Bridget leaving to explore her dreams, they no longer have to hide their passions. After hours, in one of the pleasure rooms at Club Splendor, they finally give in to the burning desire they’ve held at bay for too long.  She’s taken care of other people’s love lives for so long while at the club, can she find the courage to take care of her own needs and fantasies?

Excerpt:
© Kacey Hammell, 2013
Bridget gasped and inched away from him. Turning, her eyes locked with his. Her bottom came up against the table behind, her heart racing, realizing there was little room to move. She was trapped between Zander and the wooden object. Nerves skated down her spine. The hunger and need in the darkness of his eyes emboldened her, filled her with a confidence she never experienced before.
No time to think about that. Not when desperate need coursed through her. His first kiss against her skin changed things. There was no way she’d accept just friendship with him now.
Anxious, wanting to hold onto this moment with him, and share her innermost desires, she grabbed the remote from the table and hit a button. The curtains behind her opened. She watched Zander’s eyes shift upward and go wide. They returned to hers and he grinned.
Bridget hit another button and the room filled with moans and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. She trembled hearing the couple’s rough but no-doubt-exhilarating sex behind the glass. Always hard on each other while at the same time as gentle as their love, both enjoyed vigorous and no-holds barred sex and gave no apologies.
Zander stepped toward her, and skimmed his palms across her stomach, creating heat and butterflies circling inside her. So hot, his skin warmed her.
But when he lowered his head to hers, his lips gliding against hers, all thoughts fled and she pulled him closer, need and anticipation filling her.
Empowered, she slipped her tongue inside of his mouth. He moaned and opened wider for her, allowing her to discover the delicious taste of him. Cupping his ass cheeks, she held him close as they explored, and his palms drifted over the globes of her bottom.
Her heart thrummed as he fisted the soft cotton of her skirt then tugged her even closer. She didn’t think it was possible to be so absorbed in this man. She craved crawling all over him for endless hours.
Zander pressed his forehead against hers. “Bridget,” he muttered, “I want you. So much.”
“I want you too.” She brushed her lips against his.
Lifting his hands, he made quick work of the buttons of her blouse. He pulled open the sides, and groaned. “This is what you wear to work?”
He smoothed his fingers along the valley between her breasts and skimmed over the sheer see-through material of her bra. She loved lingerie and spent as much money as possible at Victoria’s Secret. Her one indulgence, she treated to herself whenever she socked her school money away from her allotted bi-weekly checks or any extra income from working more hours at the club.
His wide and hungry eyes made her feel sexy and she smirked at him. “You don’t like it?”
“If I liked it any better I’d have a heart attack right now. Jesus, gorgeous…your tits are so hot behind that lacy stuff.”




 
Avid Reader. Romance Author. Redhead…
Canadian-born author, Kacey Hammell is definitely a book-a-holic, who began reading romances at a young age and became easily addicted.  These days, as a multi-published erotic romance author, she enjoys adding a lot of heat, sass and emotion to the Contemporary Romances she writes.

A mom of three, Kacey has made certain each of her children know the value of the written word and the adventures they could escape on by becoming book-a-holics in their own right. She lives her own happily ever after with her perfect hero in Ontario, Canada, and is a true romantic at heart.

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Sunday, 17 November 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #43





Hello Everyone and welcome to this week's eight sentences. I am sharing 'Patrick's Pendant' for the final time this week and continuing more or less straight from last week, enjoy!:


My Eight.

Katie jolted suddenly and opened her eyes dropping the chain to the ground. She blushed, though there was no-one to see her. Inexplicably she sat underneath the tree on the carpet of leaves, some of which continued their dancing circle around her.
Leaning forward she picked up the chain once more and felt its determined pull on her mind as she stared hard at the delicate etching on one side and the smooth silver on the other. It grew warm to her touch and the chain seemed to sparkle as it snaked between her fingers. Her ears pulsated with the thump of her heightened heart beat and her mouth grew dry.
Cautiously Katie closed her eyes.
Oh how her body tingled! 

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Sunday, 10 November 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #42


Welcome to this week's eight sentences! Another eight from 'Patrick's Pendant' a story within Yellow Silk Dream's anthology 'Enchanted'. This week I am continuing from where we left off, enjoy!:


My Eight:

Feeling suddenly light headed Katie closed her eyes, and leaned against the nearest tree for support. She held the coin tentatively between thumb and forefinger.
Her head continued spinning and a soft humming sound began in her ears. It wasn’t unpleasant; instead she found it soothing, almost melodic, and her body felt light and free of tension. Katie found thoughts flowed from her mind leaving her tranquil and contented.
She could see him!
A young man with sandy blonde hair and the brightest of blue eyes appeared in her minds eye. He was dressed casually in faded jeans and an old grey T shirt.
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Friday, 8 November 2013

Flash Fiction Friday #81


Hi Everyone and welcome to this week's Flash Fiction! 100 words and a handful of authors scratching their heads! Here's mine enjoy:


TUTTI FRUTTI



"Pineapple?" asked Miranda eyeing the fruit on the table with some suspicion.
"I suppose you could call it art, but why the tin?"
"Choices, we all have choices, tinned or fresh, real or fake." replied Jack.
"And what are you Jack?"
Jack walked towards Miranda and held her close to him,
"I'm the real deal baby, I won't let you down."
“In that case I’m all yours Jack and I will be sweeter than the juice dripping onto that table.”
Jack brushed Miranda’s lips with his own,
“The judges won’t be here for another hour…”
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Sunday, 3 November 2013

Weekend Writing Warriors #41


 
 
Hello and welcome to the first Sunday in November! EEk! 
I am sharing 8 more sentences from 'Patrick's Pendant' my anthology inclusion in Yellow Silk Dreams 'Enchanted'.

SET UP
I have moved forward with this story and we are now on the following day. Katie realises that she is without her mobile phone and, thinking she may have dropped it in the panic of the night before, goes back to search for it, alone of course!


MY EIGHT

Katie pushed the undergrowth back with her boots. Bending down she picked up a large twig and began using it to poke at the fronds and pine needles on the spinney floor.
Something glistened under a small shrub and she reached forward to pick it up. It was a silver chain with a pendant attached, soiled from the damp leaves and muddied. She turned it over in her palm. There was an inscription in the centre.
‘Patrick’.
 Katie traced the name, rubbing away the mud with a careful finger.
A sharp gust of wind caught her neck and she turned suddenly. On the floor around her feet the leaves swirled and danced reminding her of the previous night’s events.
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Friday, 1 November 2013

More spooky tales for Halloween!

Yesterday I shared with you two of the four Halloween/scary stories that I have written for various anthologies. I hope you enjoyed reading them. I love this time of year, the trees are so pretty and the nights are cosy. Even the bite in the air can be very invigorating!

The third of my stories written to send a little shiver along your spine was written for Yellow Silk Dreams. Entitled 'Patrick's Pendant' this story was included in the anthology 'Enchanted'. For the past few weeks I have featured excerpts on Sundays for Weekend Writing Warriors.

Excerpt:
Katie pushed the undergrowth back with her boots. Bending down she picked up a large twig and began using it to poke at the fronds and pine needles on the spinney floor.
Something glistened under a small shrub and she reached forward to pick it up. It was a silver chain with a pendant attached, soiled from the damp leaves and muddied. She turned it over in her palm. There was an inscription in the centre.
‘Patrick’.
 Katie traced the name, rubbing away the mud with a careful finger.
A sharp gust of wind caught her neck and she turned suddenly. On the floor around her feet the leaves swirled and danced reminding her of the previous night’s events.
Katie looked around carefully then traced the name again.
‘Patrick’.
Feeling suddenly light headed Katie closed her eyes, and leaned against the nearest tree for support. She held the coin tentatively between thumb and forefinger.
Her head continued spinning and a soft humming sound began in her ears. It wasn’t unpleasant; instead she found it soothing, almost melodic, and her body felt light and free of tension. Katie found thoughts flowed from her mind leaving her tranquil and contented.
She could see him!
A young man with sandy blonde hair and the brightest of blue eyes appeared in her minds eye. He was dressed casually in faded jeans and an old grey T shirt.
 He was wearing the chain!
His smile was broad and he stared intently at her.
Katie jolted suddenly and opened her eyes dropping the chain to the ground. She blushed, though there was no-one to see her. Inexplicably she sat underneath the tree on the carpet of leaves, some of which continued their dancing circle around her.
Leaning forward she picked up the chain once more and felt its determined pull on her mind as she stared hard at the delicate etching on one side and the smooth silver on the other. It grew warm to her touch and the chain seemed to sparkle as it snaked between her fingers. Her ears pulsated with the thump of her heightened heart beat and her mouth grew dry.

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The final spooky story from me was accepted by The House Of Erotica for this year's Halloween anthology called the 'Witching Hour'. My story is called 'Hidden From View:



Excerpt:

 It was impossible to make out anything other than dark clothing on the short ride there so Sophie leaned into Liam just happy to be going somewhere special.
Liam paid the cab driver when they arrived and they started walking up the driveway which was lit up with ghoulish lanterns of red and green. Paper pumpkins hung from a small apple tree not far from the front door. The house looked dark as they approached and fake cobwebs hung across the doorframe. When Sophie rang the doorbell a howling wolf could be heard from inside and the red outline of a skull lit up in the front window.
Camilla opened the door wearing a black furry cat suit, her figure accentuated by the tight fabric. Whiskers had been carefully drawn onto her face and she wore furry ears on top of her head.
“Hi!” she beamed, “Come on in!”
As Sophie and Liam followed Camilla through the hall they could see that no expense had been spared in capturing the spirit of the occasion. Liam ducked to avoid the many ‘cobwebs’ and plastic spiders which hung from every available protrusion.
“Can I take your coats?” Camilla asked reaching out towards Liam.
With a wink Liam untied the belt on his raincoat and revealed his costume. Sophie ran an approving eye over the handsome image standing before her.  Liam was wearing black trousers with a high buttoned waist and a tailored jacket of black and grey checks. A deep cut front smoothed around to coat tails behind. Around his neck was a strange neck tie that shot out comically on both sides. At first Sophie wasn’t sure who or what he was supposed to be; it was only the production of a pair of white gloves and a round white skull which Liam now placed over his handsome head that made her cry in delight.
“Jack Skellington!” she beamed, “Liam you look amazing!”
Liam smiled out at her through the large black holes of the skull.
“Your turn.” he reminded.
Sophie removed her raincoat causing Liam to grunt in pleasure. She handed the coat to a bemused Camilla and stood before Liam enjoying his awestruck silence. The black net dress clung to her subtle curves, stopping just short of indecent. Beneath the dress Sophie had fastened two black stars to her nipples and one large one to the front of a barely-visible G string.
“Wow Sophie.” Liam managed taking a step towards her.
Sophie laughed trailing a finger down the front of Liam’s jacket before following Camilla into the hub of the party.
The room was alive with eerie bodies chatting, laughing and dancing to carefully selected tracks. Helping herself to blood red punch from a pumpkin head Sophie observed the many witches, ghouls and Dracula’s dotted around the room. A tall man dressed in a blood stained boiler suit stood with an axe protruding through his head chatting to a vixen in red and black. The ambiance was dark and decadent, deliciously daring. Liam was soon by Sophie’s side touching her body through the net.

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN!