Sunday, 27 April 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #66

                                                   

Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am continuing with eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. I'm going to continue with the first story 'Between the Pages' starting where I left off last week, I have changed the punctuation slightly to fit the 8 sentence rule:



                                                           MY EIGHT:

I was safely on the train before I looked at it again, peering at it furtively and partly covering it with my hands. The comments were short and to the point, all of them intimate. I flicked through to the back of the book where several of the men had been fortunate enough to be given whole paragraphs on their performances, I started to read:
JOHN:
John was hesitant at first and I wasn't sure he would do what I asked. We chose a table set apart from everyone else and where the tablecloth was long enough to hide him. We waited until we’d ordered our meal then he slipped to the floor. His hands lifted my skirt and played with my stocking tops. He was a little rushed and I was disappointed that he lowered his head so quickly to brush his lips against my naked sex…
My eyes grew wide and I glanced nervously around the carriage, everyone had their heads stuck into newspapers not paying any attention to me at all, I felt a flush of excitement as I read on.
                                                              *************


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Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                           


                                                                                


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Thursday, 24 April 2014

Thursday Tasters #1


Hi and welcome to my very first Thursday Taster! I have a new anthology that has just been released and it's called 'Fevered Kisses'. Here is an excerpt from the very first story ' Between the Pages':

My Excerpt:

Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about what Sean had said. It was the usual cliché about living your life because you only have one, you know the sort of thing. But cliché or not it worked, it was just enough to make me go through with it otherwise I probably wouldn’t have. Everything changed from that point on. I suddenly started thinking of myself as a sexual being, someone who needed sex as much as anyone else. Oh, I know I’m attractive, I’ve seen guys look at me everywhere I go. But that was them. Somehow I felt aloof, immune, wrapped in my own life of so called normality. Until that one day in London when I missed my train.
It was raining, it was always raining. Huge drops of water pelted me from a dark grey sky and I ran for cover along with everyone else on the street outside the station. There was a café by a bus terminal and I headed for it, taking my seat at a somewhat grubby table still littered with the previous occupant’s soiled crockery. I had an hour to kill before my next train and I wasn’t about to wander around outside in this downpour. I contemplated going up to the counter and ordering coffee but there was a bit of a queue and I didn’t want to give up my seat. I thought I would just wait until everyone was seated then go up. Not that I really wanted coffee, it was dawdling over the last one that made me miss my train in the first place.
It was then that I noticed it; a small notebook had been left on the table partly obscured by used serviettes. I reached across and with a quick glance around, peeked inside. Scribbled in green biro were the names of several men. Philip was one I think and there was definitely a Steven. Next to the names were comments and small asterix. I looked around me making absolute sure that no-one was watching or coming back to reclaim it. When I was quite satisfied I started to read. The comments all seemed to be of a sexual nature saying things like, ‘Likes it rough’ or ‘Oral only’ I felt my mouth drop open as shock hit me and quickly shut the book. But when I stood to order my coffee I slipped it into my handbag, I’m not really sure why.

                                                                                *************

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Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature; an insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd, and what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers.






Sunday, 20 April 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #65


Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am continuing with eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. I'm going to continue with the first story 'Between the Pages' starting more or less where I left off last week:
  
                                                                MY EIGHT:


It was then that I noticed it; a small notebook had been left on the table partly obscured by used serviettes. I reached across and with a quick glance around, peeked inside. Scribbled in green biro were the names of several men. Philip was one I think and there was definitely a Steven. Next to the names were comments and small asterix. I looked around me making absolute sure that no-one was watching or coming back to reclaim it. When I was quite satisfied I started to read. The comments all seemed to be of a sexual nature saying things like, ‘Likes it rough’ or ‘Oral only’ I felt my mouth drop open as shock hit me and quickly shut the book. But when I stood to order my coffee I slipped it into my handbag, I’m not really sure why.
                                                                               ******************



Thank you or stopping by today, please leave a comment as I really appreciate it. To visit the other authors taking part today click on the link below:



Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                           



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Friday, 18 April 2014

In Your Corner by Sarah Castille

In your Corner by Sarah Castille (@sarah_castille)

BLURB:

"You have to go. I won't be able to control myself. I've wanted you so bad for so long and after I've been in the cage...I can't think straight." He gives a guttural groan and his fist clenches on my hip.

Primitive. Primal. His need speaks to me. I tighten my grip on his neck and rock up to kiss him. He takes over. His kiss is hard and demanding.

"Mine." His voice is raw, savage and for a moment I truly believe he may lose control.

He rules in the ring

Two years ago, Jake and Amanda were going hot and heavy. But when Jake wanted more, Amanda walked away. Jake immersed himself in mixed martial arts, living life on the edge. But that didn't dull the pain of Amanda's rejection-until a chance encounter throws them together.

A high-powered lawyer, Amanda was a no-strings-attached kind of girl. But two years after her breakup with Jake, she still hasn't found anyone who gets her heart pumping the way he did. And then he shows up in her boardroom, hot as sin and needing help...

But can he rule her heart?

Jake is darker, sexier, and impossible to resist. As their chemistry builds, Amanda's not sure if she can stay in control, or if she's finally willing to let him claim her body and soul.



Excerpt: In Your Corner


“Don’t move.”

Totally immersed in painting the cupboard, I freeze mid–paint stroke at the sound of Jake’s deep voice behind me.

“What? Am I doing something wrong?”

He closes the distance between us and runs his finger along the back waistband of my gym pants, sending delicious tingles up my spine. Then he slides his hands around my waist, bared by the rise of my T-shirt as I stretch to reach the top of the cupboard with my paintbrush.

“Yes. You look too damn sexy. Do you know what it does to a man when he catches a glimpse of something he isn’t meant to see?”

“I hope it makes him tell the woman she can call off the panic attack and drop her arm,” I mutter as I do just that. “I also hope it makes him decide his hands might be of better use somewhere other than around her waist.”

Jake slides his fingers around to my stomach, resting them just over my mound and his voice drops to a low growl. “I could make use of them here.”

“So says the man who turned down a good offer just the other night at Redemption.” I remove his hands and turn to face him, putting on a brave face while inside I seethe. Who does he think he is coming on to me after brushing me off?

“No games, Jake. You made your position clear. I got that. I’m not interested in being screwed around.”

He presses his hands against the cupboard on either side of my head, caging me with his body. “What are you interested in?”

“Moving on,” I say honestly.

His pulse throbs in his neck and his eyes harden. “With whom?”

“No one right now.”

He gives a satisfied grunt as if I had just cleared up a question in his mind. “Everyone is out back having a good time. You should be there too.”

“There’s a lot of work to do. I want to get it done. The faster I open shop, the faster I can start my lawsuit against Farnsworth.” I slip under his arm and edge along the counter.

“You’ve been working since six o’clock this morning.”

Grabbing a clean cloth from the counter, I make an effort to wipe the grease off my face. “I’m used to working twenty-hour days. I’m not afraid of hard work.” But I am afraid of mercurial fighters who run hot one minute and cold the next.

His face softens, and he takes the cloth from my hand and holds it under the tap. The pipes gurgle when he turns the rusty faucet and water gushes out, skimming over the cloth and trickling into the sink below. Without warning, he lifts me and settles me on the counter.

“You don’t have to work like that anymore.” His voice is calm, soothing. I am momentarily lulled out of work mode and into heat mode as he eases his hips between my legs and reaches to turn off the faucet. “It’s Saturday night. Time to relax and have fun.” With a firm hand, he cups my jaw and then wipes the cloth gently over my nose, forehead, and cheeks.

His gentle touch, the warmth of his hand, his breath, minty and sweet, and his hard body nestled between my thighs all converge in an unbearable rush of sensation. I grab his wrist, forcing his hand away.

“Jake…I’m good. Really. There’s so much to do. I’ll come out when I’m done and I’ve cleaned myself up.”

“I like you this way,” he murmurs. “You look…cute. Real.”

“Real?”

He brushes his thumb over my cheek. “Amanda without the armor. Your clothes, hair, makeup…nothing is perfect. It’s just the real you. I never got to see the real you before.”

Torn between being mortified and pleased, I reach for another cloth. “Real Amanda is covered in dirt and has holes in her sweats.”

He traces a finger down my throat to rest in the hollow at the base of my neck. The room heats to one hundred degrees, and if I’m not mistaken, I hear the sound of my blood boiling.

“I like holes in sweats.” His voice drops, husky and low, and his finger continues its downward journey into the vee of my shirt.

“Jake…”

He traces lightly over the crescent of my breast. “I like dirty girls,” he whispers, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t stay away.”

Oh God. Every bit of warmth rushes to my center as his deep, sensual voice ignites one of my dark fantasies. Jake, straddling my bound body, growling commands, telling me what he’s going to do to me in the filthiest language I know. A soft moan escapes my lips and we’re back on the roller coaster again.

“This game you’re playing confuses me.” His heart beats strong against my palm when I lay my hand over his chest.

“Me too.”

“Then what are you doing?”

His eyes take on a feral gleam and my breasts tingle.

“Playing dirty,” he growls. Tangling his hand in my hair, he tugs my head back, exposing my throat to the heated slide of his lips. “Sometimes you have to stop thinking too much and just go with it.”

My breath comes in short pants as he sucks gently on the pulse at the base of my throat. Barely able to form a coherent thought for the pounding of blood in my temples, I scramble for sanity. “There’s too much between us to just go with it. We need to talk…”

His hand closes in my hair, twisting roughly. “Lawyers talk. You don’t look like a lawyer now. You look fucking sexy, and your mouth is all lush and pink and needing to be kissed. You want to talk, Amanda, or you want that kiss?” He nips the hollow at the base of my neck.

Pleasure and pain meld together and I whimper as a heated rush of sensation floods my veins. “Kiss.”

Jake smiles. “My dirty girl wants a dirty kiss.” Holding my face, he slants his mouth over mine and kisses me.

Soft kiss. Sweet kiss. Warm, firm lips tasting faintly of coffee. His five o’clock shadow brushes my chin as his tongue eases my lips open to stroke against mine. My body melts against him as he explores my mouth, leaving nothing untouched. Tongues wind and tangle. Two years of fantasies coalesce in a single rasping breath.

“’S not so dirty,” I mumble against his lips.

“Oh, you don’t know how dirty I can be.” Jake grips my hair and tugs my head back with a firm, hard yank, sending little bolts of lightning straight to my core. Then he kisses me hard and fast. Rough. His teeth scrape my bottom lip as his tongue dives deep, filling me, taking what I have to give and demanding more. The pounding of my heart shifts from lust to fear as he consumes me, and for a moment I worry he has forgotten I need to breathe.

When he breaks the kiss, I draw in a long, ragged breath. “You never kissed me like that before.”

“You were never like this before,” he murmurs, his fingers easing up my shirt, his thumb tracing over the crescent of my breasts. “Raw and open, vulnerable, needing my help. So fucking real.”

My breath catches in my throat as he explores, cupping and squeezing my breasts and then teasing my nipples through my lace bra until they are tight, aching peaks.

“My clothes. Take them off.”

Bio

New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, Sarah Castille, worked and traveled abroad before trading her briefcase and stilettos for a handful of magic beans and a home near the Canadian Rockies. She writes erotic contemporary romance and romantic suspense featuring blazingly hot alpha heroes and the women who tame them.

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Other books in the series:

The first book in the series (all standalone stories), Against the Ropes, was a Publishers Weekly Top Ten Pick for Romance & Erotica for Fall 2013 and was also a #1 Erotic Romance Best seller on Amazon. It also won the JABBIC contest for sexiest cover. http://www.amazon.com/Against-Ropes-Sarah-Castille-ebook/dp/B00DDWIT3M


Sunday, 13 April 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #64

                                               

Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am continuing with eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. I'm going to continue with the first story 'Between the Pages' starting more or less where I left off last week:

                                               MY EIGHT:


Until that one day in London when I missed my train.

It was raining, it was always raining. Huge drops of water pelted me from a dark grey sky and I ran for cover along with everyone else on the street outside the station. There was a café by a bus terminal and I headed for it, taking my seat at a somewhat grubby table still littered with the previous occupant’s soiled crockery. I had an hour to kill before my next train and I wasn’t about to wander around outside in this downpour. I contemplated going up to the counter and ordering coffee but there was a bit of a queue and I didn't want to give up my seat. I thought I would just wait until everyone was seated then go up. Not that I really wanted coffee, it was dawdling over the last one that made me miss my train in the first place.

                                                       *****************
Thank you or stopping by today, please leave a comment as I really appreciate it. To visit the other authors taking part today click on the link below:


Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                          Buy Now


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Sunday, 6 April 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #63


Hi and welcome to this week's Eight sentences. Today I am bringing you eight from my new release, 'Fevered Kisses' an anthology of lust. I'm going to share from the first story 'Between the Pages' and I'm starting from line one. Enjoy!:

MY EIGHT

 Somewhere in the back of my mind I thought about what Sean had said. It was the usual cliché about living your life because you only have one, you know the sort of thing. But cliché or not it worked, it was just enough to make me go through with it otherwise I probably wouldn't have. Everything changed from that point on. I suddenly started thinking of myself as a sexual being, someone who needed sex as much as anyone else. Oh, I know I’m attractive, I've seen guys look at me everywhere I go. But that was them. Somehow I felt aloof, immune, wrapped in my own life of so called normality.

**********

Thank you for stopping by, please leave a comment as I really appreciate it. To visit the other authors taking part today please click on the link below:



Synopsis:


 Six sizzling stories in an anthology of lust from the pen of Gemma Parkes:
·        A notebook carelessly left behind reveals secret liaisons of a most intimate nature.
·        An insatiable woman bites off far more than she can chew when four is certainly not a crowd.
·        Sometimes life is just too darn hot but could cooling down heat things up further?
·        Fevered kisses lead to daring thrills for one hungry couple.
Also, what happens when erotic fantasies occupy too much of your time? Lay back and lose yourself in the sensual mind of one of England’s most imaginative storytellers. Adults only.

                                          Buy Now