Friday, 31 October 2014

Count Down to Halloween 3

Trick or treat? I was hoping you'd say treat, I don't know any tricks (unless you include the one with my tongue when I curl it up...) anyway moving on...! I have written may Halloween stories for various anthologies. Today I am going to share one that I wrote last year for 'The House of Erotica' 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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Thursday, 30 October 2014

Thursday Tasters #9


Hi and welcome to Thursday Tasters. I am going to share part of a story with you which is included in an anthology by Yellow Silk Dreams. The book is called 'Enchanted' and my story is 'Patrick's Pendant' :

MY TASTER:

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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Wednesday, 29 October 2014

Count down to Halloween 2


There is more to Halloween than dressing up and having fun (so I'm told!) but telling spooky tales and eating delicious sweet concoctions is all part of the season! I have been known to make trifle filled with wiggly worms in bright green jelly (yes the sugared ones!) and spent ages one year adding spider legs to spooky marshmallows (licorice straws) I have filled my house with spiders webs- having first brushed away the real ones!- and hung skeletons from every available light socket. I'm so excited this year that I can hardly wait!
Are you going to any parties? I came across this great spider costume if you haven't yet decided what to wear:
   
Spider Lady costume


Here is a spooky story with a castle as its backdrop. Written for a Yellow Silk Dreams anthology 'Scarlet' was part of 'Behind Stone Walls':
 

A juggler arrived on the stage. He was a strange little man with very sharp features, wearing a court jester’s hat. He began dropping his clubs deliberately and everyone was laughing at him. Katy reached out her hand to the man on her left brushing briefly against his arm without averting her eyes from the scene. The laughter grew and echoed around the stone walls, Katy could hear her own laughter almost as a separate entity coming from somewhere above her head. The jester came closer and seemed to focus intently on Katy’s face. He seemed familiar to her somehow, like a distant relative. She tried to remember where she had seen him before and concentrated on his face. The room began to go numb around her as she saw herself reflected in the jesters twinkling eyes. Once again Katy imagined herself walking through the spring trees with the man she loved holding onto her arm.

They stopped to view a small gathering of birds pecking hungrily at the ground. The birdsong filled the air all around them high up in the trees and all across the grand lawn. Suddenly her suitor turned her towards him and kissed her softly on her waiting lips. She gasped as she felt his tenderness turn to urgency as she began to slowly respond. She parted her lips to allow his tongue to enter gently between them feeling it nestle against her own, softly stroking along the sides. The powerful sense of passion began surging through her veins and she trembled…

Back in the Castle and still watching the juggler Katy shivered, she hugged her chest and waited once again for her mind to settle. The juggling jester was staring directly at her, his hat of bells dancing. It was as if he could read her mind, as if he knew… Almost angrily Katy stood and left the room.
In the rest room Katy splashed her face with cold water trying to calm her nerves. What was wrong with her? It had to be the wine, she shouldn't drink so much, it was something her friends had always been concerned about and this was precisely why. Katy took a deep breath and turned around to check her reflection in the full length mirror before heading for the door. Wow, she loved this dress! How could it make her waist so tiny and her breasts so voluptuous? She knew she looked stunning. Peering closer she thought there was definitely something different about her face. Stepping backwards she covered her mouth with her hands.
It was her eyes! They were different somehow. Leaning closer to the mirror she studied them hard. There was no doubt about it her reflected eyes were brown, but how could that be? Katy’s eyes were blue weren’t they? It must be the light she told herself. Don’t be so ridiculous, nobody’s eyes changed colour, maybe they had always been brown?
Her head began to swim and her heart pounded loudly in her chest. Just at that moment Ellie entered the bathroom.
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Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Count down to Halloween - dressing up

Who doesn't like dressing up into something slinky or sexy for their man? Halloween is the perfect time to do this, with a choice of so many sexy outfits on the market there's bound to be one that reflects your personality. For me it's got to be a pussy cat, I've often thought that I must have been a cat in a previous life, I am very sensual, love to be stroked and pampered and not a great fan of anything too energetic unless it brings me pleasure ;) I stretch my long legs and curl up frequently in warm places. I am graceful and alert (any sign of disturbance and I'm off) It's true that I favour the gentle side of life and the attention of others, but if I am not appreciated I can take care of myself...purr.
Some like to dress as witches or vampires, dressing to bring out a naughty, wicked side of themselves, some are ghouls, ghosts or the grim reaper! Halloween is such great fun! For my fellow pussycats I have found the purrfect outfit. Wear with care and watch out for those werewolves!:


                                                                   Kitty Kat Costume

I wrote a spooky Halloween story all about a naughty pussycat for the anthology 'A Wicked and Wanton All Hallows Eve' for Naughty Night's Press it was a short story called 'Cassandra' Check it out below:

 
                Excerpt:
The taxi pulled up outside Simon’s house. It was surreal, we joined the throng of sexy witches and horny devils who all seemed to arrive at precisely the same time as us. Everywhere you looked there was a sea of black, green and red. There were other pussycats inside, but they were witches cats, all in black with elaborate whiskers and fluffy long tails. I made my way to the kitchen and helped myself to a glass of wine, leaving Scott talking to a very uncomfortable looking Frankenstein in the hallway. I went through into the lounge where many people were dancing. I hardly knew anyone. These were Scott’s friends. I recognized one or two behind their disguises but l could tell no-one had a clue who l was.
I started to dance, easing my way in to join the monsters already strutting their stuff to the strains of Gaga. I was lost in the music, wiggling and shaking. Three songs later l was still there, circling my hips and shaking my blonde mane. I felt a smooth stroke across my butt and turned, expecting to see Scott. It was another pussycat.
“Meow.” She said.
“Meow to you too.” I grinned.
“That’s a very unusual costume,” she continued, “A red and black pussycat?”
“Pussies come in all colours.” I breezed, the pulsating beat vibrating through my body. We faced each other and gyrated in time to the music almost, in unison. I breathed her in, a powerful scent l didn't recognize. Her eyes bore through me, a piercing green. Her cat suit was a smooth black leotard worn with fishnets, her tail held upwards by wire. Whiskers had been drawn onto her cute face. Her jet black hair cascaded over her shoulders and flew outwards as she danced. She was shorter than me, pert round breasts straining against the soft velour of her costume. When she spun around, arms thrown outwards in the heat of the dance, l got a better view of that cute, round ass.
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Monday, 27 October 2014

Enchanted- a Yellow Silk Dreams anthology

Looking out from the windscreen of my car on the drive home tonight I noticed swirls of dancing autumn leaves scurrying across the road in front of me. A flash of amber and chestnut bounced towards the payment reminding me of a story I wrote for inclusion in 'Enchanted' a Yellow Silk Dreams anthology. My story 'Patrick's Pendant' is a spooky tale of lust amongst the damp autumnal leaves in a local park:

Do you believe in magically ever after?
Enchanted is the second, long awaited anthology of erotic stories from Yellow Silk. Four of the best writers of modern erotic fiction have created a different story of the magical enchantment of love and passion. Excellent story telling, guaranteed to stimulate not just the mind. This anthology is strictly for romantic adults.




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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Sunday, 26 October 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors 88



       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. This week I am continuing from last week and fifth story 'Some Time Away'. 
                                   MY EIGHT:



Melanie headed towards the departure kiosk where she booked a flight for Portugal and took a seat in the bar to wait.

Within two hours she was boarding the plane and they were taking off.

Only then did she begin to seriously think about the enormity of what she had done. What about work? What about Robert? She looked anxiously out of the window at the rapidly diminishing tarmac; there was nothing she could do now. She was heading for Portugal. Portugal!

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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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Wednesday, 22 October 2014

Memories and Kisses by Muffy Wilson



Memories & Kisses by Muffy Wilson (@SexyMuffyWilson)
Thank you so much for having me for a visit. I think I have fallen in love with the girl on the cover of my latest book Memories & Kisses. She is beautiful, of course, but what really attracts me is her mystery. I’m sure it is no accident that she uses bright red lipstick. Take a casual glance at her picture, and you are caught by that luscious, loveable mouth. Who does she kiss? Just one lover? Or several? Does she kiss men or perhaps women? Would she kiss me on the right evening?
What do you think? Is she thinking about memories of love lost? Perhaps the memories made trying to forget a lost love? Even old memories revisited by old friends, united in a kiss that rekindles flames, passions and desire, too. Old memories are like old red wine - all the richer for time passed. And the kisses taste sweeter too. Three romantic and very sexy stories take us back to things as they once were, and forward to the wonderful times to come.
Memories & Kisses has three stories of old loves remembered; a grieving woman rescued from the sea, two childhood friends growing old friendship into passionate loving, and two long separated teenagers finding that time has mellowed them both and maturity has brought a passionate intensity they had never imagined. All three stories are of rekindled love that survived decades of longing and is now ready to burst into flame.
Blurb:
The Storm ~ a newly widowed woman unable to face the world alone and lonely, buries her husband. Overcome by grief, she walks into the rough, grinding pitiless surf in an effort to blend the gray in her heart with the gray on the horizon. She is saved from the crashing waves by a man, a bearded white haired man who brings her back to life and gives her a reason to live again.

The Park ~ two childhood friends, now adults, reunite on the eve of the dedication of their once favorite playground now slated to become a high-tech water park. The destruction of their favorite playground makes them melancholy; reliving their dreams as children in this park inspires them to greater, more passionate long buried desires they never responded to as teens, but knew existed but in their memories.

The Story of Us ~ high school friends, once nearly sweethearts, reconnect in their sixties. The Internet removes the veil of uncomfortable shyness. They are open and revealing in emails about their youthful teenaged desires for one another. They discover what we all hope is true: that love is eternal. Surviving decades, not only in the shadowed recesses of our memories, but in a kiss, a touch, a magnetic embrace love thrives.

Do you have memories of a love that once was?...of a love that was lost?...of, perhaps, a rekindled love that survived decades of longing?

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Excerpt from The Storm:
I walk to the surf, heaving for breath, weak from running against the rain, fighting the storm, the sadness, my loss - your death. I walk into the surf and keep walking. It is surprisingly warm and enveloping. I suddenly feel comforted, my heartbreak no longer a penetrating pain. I know you are with me and I seek out your embrace. I cry again, scream at the thunderous surf, and then I am gone. I can’t breathe and I am falling, rolling, tumbling in a hazy grey darkness that is wet, ferocious, demanding. Suddenly my dizzy comfort turns to fear and I struggle against the pounding, relentless waves. What have I done? I am a good swimmer and an athlete, but can I beat this? Instinct overcomes me. My heart pounds. I start to kick wildly. Moving my arms toward the surface, the current catches me again, tumbling me over and over. My lungs burn. I lose my bearing—which way is up, down? I start to get a sickening feeling of death, my own impending death, and, just as I start to give in, I feel the hand of God grab my hair and hood in a fierce grip and yank me to the surface. I feel the sky darken and the surf diminish. Everything tastes salty, gritty, and then my body heaves, relaxed, and my world goes black.

I awake to pounding on my chest; I am being rattled and something is covering my mouth and nose. I cough, retch, and then vomit the last vestiges of the ocean from my body. My mouth is filled with grit, sand, and the salty taste of taffy. I open my eyes and see God reaching down toward me. He leans over me and the salty ocean water drips from his face to mine. He is big, strong, and gasping; he is surrounded in a glowing aura which intensifies his white hair and white beard. I am frightened. I must be dead. But that cannot be! How foolish I am. He sits me up, tenderly and gently helps me to my feet, all the while holding me securely with large strong hands and then he speaks to me.

“Are you alright, miss? You scared me near to death when I saw you walk into the surf. Why in the world….Where do you live?”

I am alive to my senses.

 “Wha. . . ?” My knees weaken and I fall further into his arms. Quickly, he catches my descent and carries me to a bench where he sits me down, moving the errant curls of hair from my cheeks, and speaks to me again.

“Where are you staying? Shall I call the police?”

I can feel my heart pounding against his chest.

“No, please, I’m . . . I’ll be fine. My key, my pocket; it’s in my pocket. Please…”

I can’t remember my hotel or where I am or why. As he unzips my pocket and removes my hotel key, he pulls my hood up over my head to shelter my face from the pelting rain. Collecting me under his arm, my body firmly in his grip, we walk slowly back to the hotel. The traffic is still sparse, no taxis to be seen. It seems to take forever. The storm is so much worse, the surf so high, sucking the wind into the watery folds as it retreats to the ocean. At once, I am so scared that I begin to tremble and yet, I feel protected.

As we walk into the hotel lobby, the bell captain approaches us and asks if I need the hotel doctor, whereupon my guardian says, “No, that won’t be necessary, thank you.” We take the elevator to my floor and I am finally in the sanctity of my room, as lonely as it is. My savior, my hero sits me in the desk chair while he goes to the bathroom and starts the shower. He returns. He is saying something to me that I can’t understand, but he starts to take my shoes off. Then he leans me forward, removes my windbreaker and sports bra, and helps me stand while he pulls relentlessly at my wet spandex knee-highs. He kicks off his own running shoes and removes his blazer. He carries me to the shower but I feel as if I’m watching the scene unfold from outside my own body. I am unafraid of this stranger.

The water is hot and piercing, but he is gentle, loving, and tender. He bathes me and washes my hair, lifting the removable nozzle to rinse the sand, grit, and seaweed from my hair and lithe body. My skin is a deep pink from the intense extreme of the cold grasp of the ocean and the heated comfort of the hot shower. His hands are everywhere, on every curve, gently caressing my skin with his soapy fingertips. He deftly, tenderly, washes my breasts, my taunt stomach and pussy. He controls himself, but I can’t let him stop. I look up at him, and notice he is watching himself bathe me. He seems to caress my buttocks as he cleans the sand from between my rounded cheeks. Unembarrassed, he rinses my body thoroughly, running his fingers though my shoulder-length brown hair. I feel safe, warmed, yet surprisingly aroused, weakened by my ordeal.

For the first time, it seems, he looks down at me. He takes me in as I look up at him, transfixed by his control. I am naked in my sorrow and my pain; he, fully clothed except for his windbreaker and shoes, smiles, touching my heart. I did not notice his erection in the shower, he is a complete gentleman. My breasts, the curve of my belly to my thigh, my face against his chest glisten in the shower, as I trust him to help me.

Author Bio and Links:
Muffy Portrait.jpgMuffy, author of erotic, romantic stories about love, sex, hope and passion, was born in San Antonio, Texas, to traditional parents. With two older brothers, she was the youngest, the family "princess," indulged and pampered. She adored her older brothers, following them everywhere and was surrounded by love, stimulation, and pets. Her father was a career Colonel and pilot in the U.S. Air Force which required the family to travel extensively. The family lived in most points between Alaska and France. Muffy spent her formative years in Europe and came of age in France.
Returning from France with her family, Muffy finished high school in Northern California and attended the University of California, Davis, and majored in Business Management. Muffy entered the work force, independent with a fierce work ethic, and retired at 39 from IBM as a Mid-West Regional Director in the Real Estate and Construction Division. She and her husband moved to a small Island in northern Wisconsin where they owned a historic tavern, restaurant and resort business which they since have sold. They now live a charmed life by the water in SW Florida. Muffy pretends to be a serious real estate business person but, in real life, indulges her private interest in writing sexy short stories and sensual literotica ~ Live, Laugh, Love with Passion.

Previously Published at:
Oysters & Chocolate, Decadent Publishing, Ravenous Romance, Yellow Silk Dreams

Sunday, 19 October 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #87



       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. This week I am continuing from last week and fifth story 'Some Time Away'. 
                                   MY EIGHT:


Melanie's ‘too high’ black patent leather stilettos and a charcoal grey pencil skirt were not the most comfortable clothes for travelling. Was she travelling?
In front of her was a small airport department store. Checking her purse she was pleased to find she had all of her credit cards with her. Could she do this?
A few moments later Melanie abandoned her coffee and walked with some determination into the holiday shop. She picked up a small basket and started collecting items she thought she might need: Basic toiletries, a pair of oversized sun glasses, a chatty magazine and some strappy sandals. She found a small collection of shorts and T shirts and took two of each along with some plain, white underwear.
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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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Weekend Writing Warriors #86



       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. This week I am continuing from last week and fifth story 'Some Time Away'. 
Melanie decided to take a seat at one of the many open fronted café’s and give herself time to think. The table was sticky and in need of a wipe, there seemed to be only one member of staff and she was serving coffee.
The cappuccino she’d ordered was too hot to drink so she swirled it around with a small wooden stirrer, watching as the brown sugar she had added began to sink slowly towards the bottom through the layer of froth. Above her head were two of the many small monitors spread out at various points around the airport. These showed all the fights that would be leaving shortly: Majorca, Minorca, Turkey, Greece, and Portugal. Melanie sipped the coffee through narrow lips, tasting the chocolate sprinkles that coated the top; she grimaced as the bitter taste coated her tongue. Rarely did anyone make a decent cappuccino.
Glancing down she took in the sharp business suit she was wearing. 


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Thank you for stopping by, please leave a comment! To visit the other amazing 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.

                                       
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Thursday, 16 October 2014

One Night In San Francisco by Cass Peterson



City Nights: One Night in San Francisco by Cass Peterson (@casspeterson1) #erotica #romance
Blurb:
Nicky and Liam have only twenty four short hours to find out if their instantaneous attraction can develop into something more than an electric mile-high fumble. San Francisco has everything they need to put their previous disastrous relationships behind them but when they lose touch with each other almost immediately, fate seems to have other ideas. As the precious hours tick away, Liam moves heaven and earth to find the woman of his (filthiest) dreams before she leaves the city. Will he get to her in time?
Excerpt:
‘That feels just amazing,’ he whispered, ‘but I really can’t. I’m sorry – I can tell you’re something of an expert in your field.’
I giggled. ‘I’ll take that as a compliment; not that I go around rummaging under men’s blankets on a regular basis, you understand.’
‘Of course not. Look, I’m in San Fran for a week – I’ll give you my card and you must call me if you’re staying long enough for a meet up? I’m free tonight, if you’d like dinner, maybe?’
‘That’d be nice – I’m only here for one night though. I’m on my way to stay with my brother in Southern California tomorrow evening, but I’ve never seen the Golden Gate Bridge, Alcatraz, or the cable cars so I decided to stop off in San Francisco on the way and be a tourist for twenty four hours.’
‘Good place to have a brother.’
‘I know – he’s an actor. He lives somewhere in the hills in a huge house called Coast Starlight. He did tell me why he named it, but I can’t remember. Something sentimental, I’m sure – he’s a big softie.
‘It was a nice idea to have a pit stop in the City first.’
‘Jack paid for it – this is his treat. He’s doing really well these days. I’d never have afforded it otherwise. I’ve brought him some great presents though to remind him of home. Marmite, a novelty big red bus moneybox, that sort of thing.’
‘Sounds great. Well, I’d love to see you later if you’ve got time? Will you ring me?’
I dimpled at him. ‘Might do. But you don’t even know my name. And more to the point, I don’t know yours.’
He grinned back and reached for my hand, turning it over and kissing the back of it so lightly that I’d have thought I’d imagined it if my whole body hadn’t begun to throb with pleasure at the touch of his lips. He began to work on my fingers, taking each in his mouth by turn and sucking gently until I was almost at the combustion point again.
‘You really are a find,’ he said.
‘A what?’
‘A find. A lovely woman, easy in her own skin, sensual and ready for anything. I bet if I lifted you across my knee now and lowered you onto my cock, you’d come in seconds.’
‘Hmmm. Well, I’d like to answer that one, but it’s a long story.’ We were still whispering, but I noticed one or two nearby people starting to stir and look around to see who was disturbing the peace. ‘Are you going to give me your phone number then, or what?’ I murmured, mind agonisingly full of the images he’d put there. I took the outstretched card he offered after a brief rummage in his pockets, and tucked it away in my bag.
‘Oh, and I’m Liam,’ he said, as an afterthought, ‘I’m a literary agent. I specialise in crime thrillers.’
‘Hi Liam. I’m Nicky. I’m thirty two, I guess I specialise in crime too – I’m a solicitor.’ He laughed and squeezed my hand, keeping hold of it and linking his fingers in mine. Settling down, we leaned together like old friends, and soon both drifted into sleep.
Author Bio:
Cass Peterson is passionate about many things; her family, writing, chocolate, wine, cake, curry, gin, sunlit beaches, moonlit bedrooms and good novels to name but a few. At the moment she spends a good chunk of her time working on the day job, but she tries to fit the other passions in as often as possible.
She is a cat lover, an all-weather walker, a reader and reviewer of contemporary romance and an enthusiastic cook.
Cass likes to laugh, especially at Bill Bailey, Victoria Wood, Michael Palin and Eddie Izzard. She would happily live next door to any of these comedians.

Monday, 13 October 2014

STAY WITH ME by LAYNA PIMENTEL




BLURB
Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one.
Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away.

Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet?
EXCERPT
Mercedes popped an eye open to see the candle nearly burnt out. I don’t remember lighting this last night. Oh! The weight of a large arm wrapped around her, and the sheet hung off the edge of the bed. Alex! He spent the night.
He groaned into her ear as she adjusted her position. As she did so, there was a knock at her door. Mercedes gently lifted his arm and rolled out bed, grabbing her silk robe from behind the bedroom door and glancing at the time on the digital box, which read eight-o’clock.
Who the hell could be visiting so early? She’d paid the landlord three months in advance, and she hadn’t really met anyone to expect house calls.
From behind the door she called out “Who is it?”
“It’s me, dummy. Poppy and Brian.”
Shit. What now? “Poppy, it’s not really a good time. I was sleeping.”
“Just open the damned door. We won’t take up too much of your time. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”
Mercedes sighed. Reluctantly, she did as she was asked, and they made their way inside. “I’m sorry I don’t have any coffee, guys. I haven’t even been here long enough to go grocery shopping.”
“That’s all right, sugar. We only stopped in to see how you were holding up after last night,” Brian spoke up.
“I’m fine. Really. Though it was a shocker that Poppy would even think to invite me. But, as you can see, I made it home safe and sound, eventually.”
Never mind the fact that she had walked into a sick joke by Alex’s ex-sub—or whatever the heck she was called—Mercedes wouldn’t forget last night any time soon. The moment she had a chance to take up the issue with Poppy, she would. But not until they were alone.
As she sat across from her company in the armchair, Mercedes clenched her butt cheeks and relaxed them. She couldn’t get comfortable with the damned plug in her ass, and squirming or pouting wasn’t going to make it go away any time soon. Shoot! I forgot that was still there. “Is there any reason why this conversation couldn’t have waited ’til a more decent hour? Christ! It’s Saturday, and I had a long night, if you hadn’t noticed.”
Brian smirked and peered around her to look on the dining room table where Alex had left his jacket. “You never told us you had company.”
“Well, that’s because you never asked. Last I checked, I didn’t realize I had to inform you.”
He snorted, patting Poppy on the knee. “You’re a cheeky one. I can see why you and Poppy get along so well. We’ll be on our way.”
“So soon? I thought we might all go out for breakfast,” Alex announced from the bedroom door, wrapped in nothing but the bed sheet.
Mercedes flushed like a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Great. Now, everyone knows the kind of things we’ve been doing together.
“Christ, Mercedes. There’s no need to be shy. We’re all adults here. Now, come in here and get dressed so we can go out for some food. After that, I’ll take you to the grocery store.” Alex nodded to his friend. “Brian, how about you and Poppy meet us at Alessandro’s family diner?”
Mercedes was so embarrassed by the chance meeting between her friends and lover that she couldn’t meet his eye. I can’t believe he just did that. He might as well have stood there naked. Mmm…now there’s a thought.
Alex prancing around her apartment in the nude made for perfect entertainment. Who needed art to hang on the walls, when one swift look at his impeccably well-kept form was pleasurable enough? Just how did I get so lucky? If someone would have told her a week ago, that she’d move back to her hometown and find herself in the arms of a handsome, built, and uber sexy gentleman, she would have called them a liar.
She wasn’t exactly the perfect zero, or whatever the preferred size of women was these days. She was a healthy size twelve, with large boobs and a generously curvy butt.
For years, she had struggled with weight loss and trying to keep up with the social norm. But no matter what fitness center she joined, or fad diet she tried, her svelte body always came back. She’d practically given up thinking that anyone would accept her body for what it was. That is, until now.
Ugh. Must think positive thoughts. Alex…naked…
She imagined reaching forward and yanking the sheet from his body. Damn. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

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BIOGRAPHY
Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.
Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, creator of the Romance Author at Large blog, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:
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