Sunday, 23 February 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #57


Hello Everyone, here we go with another eight sentences! I am continuing 'Pleasing Mia' I have moved forward just a few sentences and Scot is getting ready for his date with Mia:

                                                                           MY EIGHT

Dixie’s was well-known locally for its vast selection of cocktails, some of which were exclusive. This was not a place that Scott frequented and the thought of meeting Mia there only added to the inner pressure he already felt about their rendezvous.

Mia had requested that they meet inside saying she wanted to make her own way there. Scott had spent a long time preparing for their date as the venue required him to be immaculately groomed. His black hair was gelled to sleek perfection and his toned body lightly splashed with expensive scent. He wanted Mia to want him as much as he ached for her. Scott also wanted Mia to be proud to be seen with him. Smart black trousers and maroon Indian cotton Ralph Lauren shirt finished his look. He searched through his small collection of office ties, but in the end, decided against wearing one.


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On a weekend visit to a local nightclub, Scott, a quiet, good looking man, sets his eyes on a beautiful girl dancing with complete abandonment on the dance floor. Everybody is watching her, though she seems oblivious to any attention she is receiving. The girl (Mia) is simply lost in the music.
When eventually circumstances lead her to succumb to his quiet charm Scott discovers Mia’s wild sexual nature is not restricted to the dance floor. As he struggles to keep up with her sexual prowess and ever changing moods Scott discovers a side of himself that he had not deemed possible. Pleasing Mia is by no means an easy accomplishment. Will Scott succeed?

Saturday, 22 February 2014



With passion at full throttle, there’s no turning back.

When private investigator Lana Parker follows a dangerous biker into an underground sex club, James Hunter is the last man she expects to see. But there he is, all dark looks and chiseled charms, ready to break her heart all over again.

Danger is the name of the game for an undercover cop. And the last thing James wants is for the fiery beauty to come anywhere near the notorious biker gang he’s trying to take down. Yet Lana has no intention of giving up her case, which means he’ll have to keep her close to keep her safe. A risky proposition—especially when their blazing sexual chemistry reignites an unforgettable passion.

But when a dark terror emerges from the past, Lana goes on the run…and James gives up everything to save her. Backed into a corner, Lana must face her fears, including the one thing that frightens her most…her overwhelming feelings for the man whose searing glance sparks her most hidden desires, the man she should not trust, but cannot resist.

Warning: The book contains violence, explicit sex, light BDSM, heavy swearing, motorcycle sexytimes, bad-ass biker naughtytimes, and an exceptionally hot hero who will get down and dirty anywhere but under the covers.

“Must Read Erotic Romance of the Year 2013” – Sneak Peek Reader’s Choice Contest


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.
Twitter (@sarah_castille): http://www.twitter/

Thursday, 20 February 2014

Love and Soft Lighting by Jacqueline George
 Love and Soft Lighting
Do you like ebooks? I love them. I love the ease of buying ebooks, and the generally cheaper price. I love being able to load up my Kindle before I fly off on holiday. They are a great invention.
On the other hand, holding a paper book is a pretty good feeling too. I grew up that way and it feels, I don’t know, comfortable. And giving a proper book as a Christmas present means far more than a link to an ebook. 
Why am I being nostalgic? Because I have just released my longer novels as paperbacks, all by myself, without some greedy publisher ripping off 90% of the price. It was so much fun, I started to worry about my shorter stories - how could I get those down on paper?
Easy - collect them together to make a solid book, and so that is what I did. Love and Soft Lighting is the result and I sent it off with a kiss just last Sunday. I hope it does well. It certainly should do; such a collection of romance and eroticism will touch everyone’s heart (and probably their other bits too).
Of course, once Love and Soft Lighting was out as a paperback, I just had to release it as an ebook as well - you understand how it is...

In revenge for Marc’s arrogance, François, Marie and Noelle have tied him up and are making him suffer.
Marie opens her handbag and produces an elegant vibrator, a model cock in pink silicone with a white plastic base. In her hands, it looks large, and certainly larger than Tremblaine’s.
“You’re not!” says Françoise.
“Why not? He did it to me. Give me a hand, now.”
“But you can’t do it without lubricant. Oil or something.”
“He didn’t use anything on me. It will serve him right.”
“No.” Françoise is definite. “It wouldn’t be civilised. He might do things like that, but we don’t. Get us some oil, Noëlle. This is something I want to watch.”
From the little ceramic bottle I use for salads, she pours olive oil between Tremblaine’s cheeks and spreads it around with a finger. She pushes against him and he groans.
“Very good. Now a little oil on the thing, and he’s all yours.”
Marie takes the oily vibrator from her and nuzzles it between his cheeks. She looks at me, but I know nothing more than she does. She shrugs and begins to push.
I realise Tremblaine is shaking again. “Aaah!” he moans.
“Is it going in?” I ask.
“I’m not sure. He’s not helping. Tell him to let it in.”
I crouch down at his head and whisper, “You’re going to relax and let it in, aren’t you? You want this cock up your arse, don’t you? Let it in, or you’ll have me to deal with.”
“It’s going,” calls Marie, “It’s going in. Yes!”
Tremblaine groans again and begins to pant, rapid shallow breaths as she finally takes him. This does not look good. He will not be able to stand it. I grab his earlobe and pinch hard. “Concentrate, Tremblaine. You’re not going to come. You are NOT going to come.” I pinch harder to distract him and he moans.
His head is back, eyes closed and every muscle tense. There are tears on his cheeks. “Good boy,” I say and step away. Three quarters of the vibrator is buried inside him and Marie has a wicked smile on her face.
We stand in silence until Françoise says, “I think this deserves a photo. Bring your camera, Noëlle.” Marie has already produced her mobile and is moving around the room, taking pictures from different directions.
When I return with my camera and tripod, I see Françoise returning a mobile to Tremblaine’s jacket pocket. He will have a souvenir of the evening. I set up my camera and look through the viewfinder. The image looks good, but I want to experiment. The girls move my reading lights from place to place to change the shadows across his body. I already know some of these shots will be stunning.
Françoise looks underneath him. “He still hasn’t come. How about that? He can last, if he wants to. What are we going to do now? How about opening a bottle of wine? We deserve it.”
As they move to the kitchen, I crouch at his head again. “You’ve done well, Marc Tremblaine, but I hope you’ll remember tonight. Will you?”
“Oh, yes, Mam’selle.” I am almost convinced.
“Er, Mam’selle, please can I come?” 
Bastard! He is still thinking of his own pleasure. I decide to be cruel. “I don’t know. Can you?”
He moans in frustration as I stand up, ready to leave him. The others are standing in the kitchen doorway, watching. On a whim, I click the base of his vibrator around to its slowest position, and join then.
We hear Tremblaine sigh as he feels the vibrations deep inside. Slowly, he raises his head, back as far as he can. The muscles of his back and legs tense and harden. As we watch, his orgasm begins. Shocks quake through him, one after the other. In the darkness, his cock is jumping, spurting his juice into his bundled up shirt. It will be very wet and uncomfortable.
I put a finger over my lips to silence the others, and return to switch off his vibrator. When I go to his head to release his cuffs, he whispers to me, so quietly that I have to come very close to hear.
We stand together in the kitchen, smiling and toasting each other in cold Marlborough sauvignon blanc. We are listening to him getting dressed next door. Eventually, we hear him leave and close the front door behind him.
Now we can laugh out loud and rush into the living room. I switch the main light on and throw myself back onto the sofa. “Well, I enjoyed that. I had a much better date with him than you two got.”
“Maybe,” says Françoise, “But I enjoyed this evening as much as you did. Even if I didn’t get a swish dinner thrown in.”
We look at Marie. She has a contented smile, but says nothing.
Now I can give them my news. “You’ll never guess. He wants to come back.”
Now Marie is shocked. “What? You mean tonight, all this, was for nothing? He enjoyed it?”
Françoise is not shocked. “Well, you know. I suppose lots of men would enjoy it. I just hope we’ve spoiled him. I think some of those young secretaries he tries will seem very plain after tonight. But he’s not coming back, I’m afraid. Not once he’s switched his mobile back on.”
We look at her. What is she talking about? “You know, I took a picture of him.”
“Well, I sent it to all his contacts.”
Now we are really shocked. “My God - everyone? His friends, his mother... He must have all the top floor in his contacts.”
“Oh, don’t worry about them,” says Françoise. “Half of them will just delete it, and I bet the other half ask for an introduction. But I can’t see him ever looking us in the face again. He’ll never be back here.”
Happiness is bubbling up inside me. It has been a wonderful evening. I think of Marc Tremblaine, stretched out on my wicked sofa, trembling. I think of Françoise whacking his poor bum, and Marie probing uncertainly with her plastic cock. I think of Marc shuddering through his orgasm, and his whispered plea afterwards.
I smile at the others. “He’ll be back. Count on it. This time, he can take us all to dinner and then - then we can teach him how to be a proper man.”


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

Wednesday, 19 February 2014

Surrender To Fire by Skylar Kade

One scorching-hot lesson could leave her begging for more.
The Maison Chronicles, Book 3
Reeling from the double whammy of her Dom’s abandonment, and accusations of colluding with a plagiarizing author, all literary agent Camille Winter wants is some low-profile, drama-free quality time.
Just as she’s settling into a Maison Domine cabin with her to-be-read pile and a full slate of spa appointments, she finds herself sweet talked into playing topless assistant so some Dominant can run a BDSM educational demo.
Architect Damien Winter is on a relationship hiatus, so he focuses his dominant energies on teaching BDSM classes. A chance encounter in Maison’s parking lot with a woman who angrily insists she’s no sub—though every line of her body screams otherwise—turns shocking when she winds up as temporary replacement for his demonstration partner.
Damien is unprepared for the way her beautiful submission gets under his skin. And Camille never thought she’d fall, hard, for just the kind of man she’s sworn off. But when her ex’s vague threats turn serious, Damien fears he’s already lost the chance to claim her for his own.
Product Warnings: This book contains a fiery woman burned one too many times and the Dom who entices her to submit to the heat between them.
Skylar Kade, self-avowed hedonist and princess extraordinaire, started her writing career after throwing aside yet another romance she could not bring herself to finish. The run-on sentences! The purple prose! Oh, the horror of it was just too much. So she sat down to write her own tale. Her favorite part about writing is the extensive research.
She currently resides in sunny southern California, alternately cursing the polluted air and adoring the weather. Skylar spends her time asking the cabana boys to bring her more mimosas and feed her strawberries while she dreams up her next naughty adventure.
She blogs at the SkylarVerse and with the Nine Naughty Novelists.
Three hours later, he was on his way up to Maison Domine. With his smartphone calling out directions, he could keep all his focus on the scenery and the satellite rock station he was piping through his speakers. The freeways of LA weren’t much for the view, but once he hit the mountains…wow. It was like the trees drained away all his tension. Or maybe he was relaxing because he was closer to sating his needs.
After missing the turnoff the first time he drove by, Damien pulled a U-turn and crept back down the road until he saw the weathered wood sign with an arrow pointing up a narrow, tree-lined road.
His car rolled down the long drive, soundtracked by Guns N’ Roses’ “Welcome to the Jungle”, then burst into a wide-open clearing with a jaw-dropping view of the surrounding mountains. A large rustic structure took up the right half of the clearing, with most of the rest devoted to parking. More cars filled the lot than he’d expected for a Friday afternoon, but if other Angelinos had had weeks like his, maybe it wasn’t that big a surprise.
Parking his car, he wondered what the large building held. Yes, he’d heard other kinksters rave about the private club, but he’d been to his fair share of upscale establishments before. What set this one apart?
The answer sauntered across the parking lot, seeming to come from nowhere and heading for the front door. The woman’s body hit him like a wrecking ball. Every sense went on high alert and his heart jacked up its beat.
Jet-black hair spilled around her shoulders in soft curls, obscuring her face. Her arms were crossed as she walked, as if warding off the mild day’s nonexistent cold. Slumping shoulders drew more attention to the beautiful hourglass shape of her back, her body encased in a flowing, black dress that clung in all the right places. She looked tall, maybe eye level to his chin, though maybe that was her black combat boots. Not fragile—supple. Warm.
And crying. Her shoulders were shaking as she turned away from the building, facing him head-on. His demolition experts had nothing on that look. He wanted to kiss her reddened nose, wipe the tears from under her eyes. He popped open his door and headed for her.
The woman’s eyes widened and she froze, a deer in the headlights.
Car door open, keys still in the ignition, nothing mattered but this woman. He approached slowly, not wanting to alarm her. “Are you okay?” His voice echoed through the parking lot, though they weren’t that far apart.
The dress swirled around her knees, tossed by the wind whipping around the mountaintop. The soft neckline of her dress draped around her full breasts. His palms itched to cup them.
She nodded, letting her hair once again hide her face, which looked like it was made of the finest bone china. “Shitty week.”
He took a few steps closer, then paused. He saw faint tan lines on her wrist, barely there, that looked like she’d been wearing a bracelet cuff for some time. “Is he really worth crying over?”
Her pink lips clamped shut, then opened. “Look, thanks for your concern, but, really, it’s none of your business.” She swiped aside her hair to reveal twilight-blue eyes cracking with anger.
Her defiance stroked down his chest and reached for his growing erection. “I’m sorry, but when I see a submissive alone and crying, I make it my business.” He invaded her personal space until she had to tilt her chin up to meet his eyes, but she didn’t back up. All traces of her dejection were gone. Good.
The wind pulled at her curls as she jabbed a finger in his chest, like she was digging straight for his racing heart. “I’m not a submissve.”
Her nails weren’t painted or manicured, not high maintenance like many women he’d dated. He found it refreshing. Authentic, like her anger. “Not a submissive?” He grabbed the hand that had poked him and raised her wrist to the light. Her pupils dilated and her breathing tightened. Her tongue darted out across her bottom lip and Damien had to restrain a groan. His thumb stroked along her inner wrist where her pulse was jumping like a living thing trying to escape. “How long did you wear his ownership bracelet while you weren’t a submissive?”
She tugged at her wrist. A halfhearted attempt, since her other hand was clenched halfway to touching him. Being the ever-helpful Dominant, he closed the space between them, pulling her wrist up to his lips and laying a kiss on the pale flesh of her pulse point.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she hissed.
In response, he let her go and stepped back. “I’m proving a point.”
She swayed toward him before scowling and taking her own shuffle backward.
Her cocked eyebrow made him ache to play her until she begged to submit. She was a sassy thing and they had some chemistry crackling between them—something he certainly didn’t have with Lara, his demo bottom. “If you’re not a submissive, then I’m the Pope.”
“That’s your point?” Her jaw ticced and when her hands fisted on her hips, it made her dress strain across her breasts. She looked beautiful when angry.
Through sheer force of will he held his ground, keeping the distance between them. “No, sweetheart, the point was that you’re not crying anymore.”
Her eyes spit every insult her lips seemed unable to form. It only made his cock harder. He replied with his most guileless smile, which only seemed to infuriate her. With a clench-jawed scream, she pivoted away and headed for the woods.

“See you later,” he called as she retreated. Yeah, coming up to Maison Domine early had been a good idea. He’d need the extra time to learn more about this mystery “not a submissive” woman.

Sunday, 16 February 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #56

Hi Everyone, welcome to this week's eight sentences. This week I am sharing more from 'Pleasing Mia', jumping forward just a few sentences, enjoy!


 Mia was just so difficult to talk to. Scott made small talk but Mia seemed distant, choosing to stare frequently out of the window at the passing shoppers. They left the cafe as soon as they had finished their drinks and parted company on the pavement. On one hand Scott was thrilled that he had an actual date with the girl of his dreams, but on the other it didn't feel like an actual date.
The next five days were a source of conflicting emotions. At night Mia filled Scott’s mind with lust and helped him to relieve his body of the built up passion he held for her. During the day he worried over her apparent distance and wondered why she was agreeing to meet him at all. By the time Friday came Scott was a nervous wreck.


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                                               Weekend Writing Warriors

On a weekend visit to a local nightclub, Scott, a quiet, good looking man, sets his eyes on a beautiful girl dancing with complete abandonment on the dance floor. Everybody is watching her, though she seems oblivious to any attention she is receiving. The girl (Mia) is simply lost in the music.
When eventually circumstances lead her to succumb to his quiet charm Scott discovers Mia’s wild sexual nature is not restricted to the dance floor. As he struggles to keep up with her sexual prowess and ever changing moods Scott discovers a side of himself that he had not deemed possible. Pleasing Mia is by no means an easy accomplishment. Will Scott succeed?

Thursday, 13 February 2014

Submission Call - Chocoholic

Chocoholic needs your unctuous chocolate themed stories!

Do you love Chocolate?
Do you write Erotica?
Did you know you could combine the two into a decadent delight?
Last year lots of wonderful Erotic Writers did just that to bring you “Smut for Chocoholics” (
This year we want lots more of the same with “More Smut for Chocoholics” (you know one chunk is just never enough!) so we want your chocolate themed erotica, it can be from any genre even fantasy, sci-fi, historical or futuristic as long as it has an erotic twist and features chocolate somehow. We are looking for stories between 3,000 – 6,000 words.   So have a few sticks of your choccy of choice and get inspired!
The rest of the information about the call for subs can be found at

Wednesday, 12 February 2014

Fulfilling the Contract by KD Grace

Fulfilling the Contract by K D Grace


Limo driver, NICK CHASE’s bad night gets worse when he picks up TANYA POVIC at a bar only to discover the explosive sex they share lands her in breach of her very strange contract. Blaming himself that Tanya will lose the large completion bonus earmarked for her mother’s surgery, Nick negotiates with her boss, the tough and mysterious ELSA CRANE, to allow him to fulfill Tanya’s contract and secure her bonus.
Elsa runs Mount Vegas, which offers voyeuristic pleasures for a price. Nick’s job, with Elsa and her quirky team, is to give clients something worth watching through the plate glass windows of Vegas’s luxury hotels and beyond. The learning curve is steep and kinky. As Nick and Elsa’s relationship sizzles and ignites more than hotel room rendezvouses are exposed. In this sequel to The Initiation of Ms Holly things get positively dangerous as Rita Holly and her team are called in from London to lend a helping hand. Bets are being placed. Will Nick fulfill the contract? Will he and Elsa take the gamble? And will they find a way to win at the high stakes, double or nothing, game of hearts?            



‘Surely you can give Tanya one more chance,’ Nick said. ‘And really, it was my fault. I’d had a bad day and I wasn’t on my best behaviour.’

Elsa tossed the headset back onto the dressing table and rubbed the back of her neck. ‘Mr Chase, unless you want to fulfil Tanya’s contract for her, this conversation is over. It’s been a long day, and I’ve had enough. Pagan will escort the two of you back downstairs and since Tanya no longer works for me, I don’t care if you fuck her brains out. Now if you’d –’

‘Alright,’ Nick interrupted. ‘I will.’

Suddenly all eyes were on him. ‘Tell me what to do and I’ll fulfil the contract for her.

After all, it’s my fault she’s in breach.’

Tanya gave a little yelp that sounded like a kitten in distress and Elsa laughed out loud. ‘Mr Chase, you don’t even know what Tanya’s contract involves.’

‘I assume it has something to do with what’s going on in room 2031. It’s not prostitution is it?’

‘No! No, is not prostitution,’ Tanya said, the excitement nearly vibration through her voice. ‘Is nothing like that.’

‘Well actually it’s something like that,’ Elsa corrected. ‘My people get paid for sex.’

‘I don’t understand,’ Nick said.’

She nodded him over to one of the scopes set up at the bedroom window. When he balked, she nodded again. ‘Go ahead; check out what’s going on in room 2031.’

Nick nearly knocked the scope out of focus at his first view of the naked ass of a man pistoning his cock into a woman bent over a big bed. Her head was buried between the legs of another woman, who was pinching her own nipples for all she was worth and writhing beneath the serious tongue action.

‘Then they are prostitutes.’ Nick’s voice was suddenly a whisper, as though he feared he might disturb the people he viewed through the scope.

‘No.’ Elsa leaned close to him as though she could see over his shoulder. ‘They all work for me, and they get paid a lot of money to have sex with each other while someone else watches.’

With difficulty, Nick took his eyes off what was going on in the scope. He suddenly felt dizzy. ‘Let me get this straight, these people –’ he nodded around the room ‘– All of these people and those –’ he pointed to the scope ‘—have sex with each other and people pay money to watch.’

Elsa nodded ‘A lot of money.’

‘And that’s what Tanya was doing? That’s what the contract’s about, having sex and letting people watch?’

‘That’s what the contract’s about,’ Elsa said. With a smirk, she pulled Tanya’s red panties out of Nick’s pocket where he’d forgotten he’d stuffed after he’d picked them up from the parking lot at the Mango. She handed them back to Tanya and replaced them with a black business card, briskly patting his pocket as she did so. ‘I know how much you loath your job, Mr Chase, and I can almost guarantee you’d find what Tanya does a lot more satisfying. But –’ she ran a hand down and gave his crotch a quick grope ‘– It takes some serious balls.’

He elbowed her away and shoved past Tanya and Pagan. ‘You people are all crazy if you think I would … if you think I might …’

Elsa offered him a smile that he felt, much to his discomfort, right down between his legs. Then she lifted an eyebrow and gave a shrug that made the dark gloss of her hair shimmer in the subdued lighting. ‘You asked.’


Author Bio:
K D Grace believes Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes. For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
K D has erotica published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books, Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats Press and others.
K D’s critically acclaimed erotic romance novels include, The Initiation of Ms Holly, The Pet Shop. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Heatwave trilogy, was listed as honorable mention on Violet Blue’s Top 12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire, are now also available. She was nominated for ETO’s Best Erotic Author 2013.
K D Grace also writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive Decision, Identity Crisis, The Exhibition are all available.
Find K D Here:                                                                  

Monday, 10 February 2014

Sale Blitz- Bring on the heat!


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Amber Kallyn - Burned (Dragos, book 1) Paranormal/shifter
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Adriana Kraft - Cherry Tune-Up Contemporary ménage
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Riding Rodeo, by Emma Lai

The bell over the door tinkled as a new customer entered the bakery. When she glanced over the shoulder of her current customer, elderly Mrs. Thompson, Amanda Goodson’s breath caught. Bright afternoon sunshine from a beautiful late-spring day entered the storefront window and cast a delicious glow over the tastiest man Amanda had ever laid eyes on. A navy blue T-shirt clung to broad shoulders, a muscled chest, and six-pack abs. Brawny thighs strained the denim of a pair of faded jeans, and she knew from a previous encounter that the material hugged a firm ass.

She licked her lips. The rodeo was back in town.

When their gazes locked, Sean Cassidy winked. Thanks to the shirt, his eyes were more blue than gray, almost as blue as the clear sky over Houston today. He strode toward the counter with a slow rolling of hips, his cowboy boots―polished to a high sheen―clomping against the slate floor with each step. The rhythmic tattoo of his sexy walk called to mind their one headboard-banging-against-the-wall, marathon ride.

Thud. Thud. Thud.

She wasn’t sure if it was her heartbeat or echoes of her memory. Sweat moistened her palms, but it wasn’t sweat tickling the insides of her thighs. Damn the man. He could still make her cream her panties even though their one-night stand happened more than a year ago.

One year, six months, and some change, but who was counting?
Burned, by Amber Kallyn

The Other was here.

Lowering the truck window, Calla Dragos sniffed the chilly afternoon. Pine trees, asphalt. All overshadowed by the distinct stench of sulfur. Her stomach lurched, vileness rising to choke her. As she drove into the blink of a town, it grew stronger, overpowering all other senses.

Drawing closer to the Jasper Fire Department, she focused on keeping her clammy hands on the wheel, her concentration on the light traffic. Keeping her foot on the gas pedal, rather than slamming the brakes and fleeing.

How could he be here?

It was bad enough her job as an arson investigator brought her to this small, mountaintop town of Jasper, Arizona. Bad enough she’d left her family behind in the midst of yet another argument about her independence. The possibility of facing Eric brought tremors to her body.

Parking her cherry red pickup in front of the station, Calla shaded her eyes from the late afternoon sun and searched the colorful wood-front buildings. The stench faded.

Eric marked her, then fled. Like a coward. And he was a coward. She needed to remember that fact. Otherwise, the fear coiling in her heart would drive her batty.

After a couple deep breaths, she calmed the nausea a little. She could do this. She would do this. And if that bastard decided to show up, she’d face him with all her strength.

Calla stepped from the truck on shaky legs, smoothed her navy skirt and slipped on the matching jacket. Reaching across the seat, she grabbed her oversized black bag, which held a notebook, pens and her kit. After another soothing breath, filling her lungs with the crisp mountain air, she headed around the corner to the firemen’s entrance.

Giggles drew her attention to a group of barely-eighteen girls, scantily dressed. And the man they huddled near.

In nothing but low-slung jeans, the top button carelessly undone, the man gave off the rugged air of a male underwear model with a sexy, take me to your bedroom now look. His blond hair, slightly too long for a clean-cut look, dripped water, from a recent shower maybe. Or a drenching with the hose. The scruff on his chin, a shade darker than his hair, enhanced the bad boy aura.

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Sunday, 9 February 2014

Weekend Writing Warriors #55

Hi And welcome to this week's eight sentences. I am moving on with 'Pleasing Mia'. Scott hasn't seen Mia for a few weeks and, having bumped into her in the street asks her to join him for a coffee:


To Scott’s relief Mia nodded and walked with him into the precinct to a small, very busy, café. Scott ordered cappuccino’s and studied her face. Even without her smile and in this agitated state she was stunning. He wished that Mia would let him in, trust him and talk to him. Scott made his way to a small table carrying both coffees and skilfully avoiding the hazards of customers’ outstretched legs and stray, inconvenient chairs. Once seated his confidence rose in the shadow of her vulnerability.
 “Mia,” he said, “Look, l really like you, l want to spend more time with you, would you like to do that?”
Mia raised her eyes and focussed on Scott’s warm, earnest face.

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On a weekend visit to a local nightclub, Scott, a quiet, good looking man, sets his eyes on a beautiful girl dancing with complete abandonment on the dance floor. Everybody is watching her, though she seems oblivious to any attention she is receiving. The girl (Mia) is simply lost in the music.
When eventually circumstances lead her to succumb to his quiet charm Scott discovers Mia’s wild sexual nature is not restricted to the dance floor. As he struggles to keep up with her sexual prowess and ever changing moods Scott discovers a side of himself that he had not deemed possible. Pleasing Mia is by no means an easy accomplishment. Will Scott succeed?