Sunday, May 30, 2010

Sultry Sunday- heatin' up the kitchen

There's more to do in the kitchen than me on this one

She thrust him down onto the chair, her touch scorching his bare chest. He slumped down watching her seductively stare deep into his eyes. With her left hand still on his chest, she eased her long legs over his lap, straddling him while lifting her flowing silk negligee up to her waist. She wrapped her arms around his neck and lowered her mouth to his. As she hungrily kissed him, he felt a stirring in his groin as her hips ground into him.

He lowered his hands and cupped her ass. When he began massaging her buttocks, she uttered a moan from deep within. His hard shaft twitched and felt her moisture. His moan soon matched hers.

She lifted herself up just enough to allow his cock to slide into her. Easily she lowered herself back down. When his length filled her, she began riding him hard. She tossed her head back while continuing to driving him deeper into her.

Her orgasm came quick and when she was slowing down, he buried his face in her breasts, inhaling her sweet scent.

Friday, May 28, 2010

Flirty Friday- Top Three fantasy professions

Flirty Friday- Top Three professional fantasies

We've all had them at one time or another. Fantasies about someone in a professional authoritative capacity. Whether it's a teacher, a man in uniform or a secretary...we've all thought about it.

But why? What makes these three professions so sexually alluring? What makes us daydream about sexual escapades with them?

Teacher- Think about it, even David Lee Roth sang about this profession in 1984.

Got it Bad, Got it bad;
I'm hot for teacher

What is the fantasy about a teacher? All the teachers I ever me, I never fantasized about. Must be a young teen boy vision.

Man in Uniform- OK, now we're talking. A man in uniform. Tight dress pants, an even tighter shirt with his broad shoulders expanding the fabric to its capacity, a shiny gun in his holster...**mental note- it really is a gun in the holster. That sexy swagger as they walk their beat, fight the fires or stand tall for our freedom.

Secretary- And for all the older men out there- the proverbial hotter than hot administrative assistant. Her long sexy legs, short tight skirt, unbelievably low cut's all there. The flutter of her eyes as you give her 'directions' for the day, the way she slightly bends over to pick up a fallen piece of paper, the way she laughs at your jokes...once again, it's all there. Need I say more.

So for you who have sexual fantasies about a certain profession- continue on thinking those naughty thoughts and enjoy.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

My Avenging Angel Release Day

I'm running around like crazy today as my daughter graduates from 6th grade today and it's my birthday. But it's also release day for me. My Avenging Angel is now available from Samhain.

To save her life, he must break a covenant—and lose his heart.

An Angels and Demons story.

It’s Victoria Bloom’s twenty-fifth birthday. But is she out celebrating? Oh, no. She’s in a stuffy old attic with the Three Stooges—a.k.a. her so-called spirit guides. There’s a demon who wants her dead, the same one that killed her mother two decades ago. No worries, say the Stooges. All she has to do is summon an angel. What could go wrong?

Well, plenty when you summon the wrong angel. The next thing Tory knows, she’s got one very bad-ass, pissed-off and sexy Archangel on her hands.

Michael, mighty warrior, leader of an elite team of demon killers, is shaking in his heavenly combat boots. Not because he finds all humans distasteful. But because he’d rather face Lucifer himself than the woman his soul has just recognized as his mate. Binding himself to a mortal, one who will eventually die, is the one path he’s sworn never to follow.

It’s too late now; his fate is sealed. With one touch, she becomes as necessary to him as the air he breathes. He will move heaven and earth to protect her—but against a demon as powerful as Asmodeus, heaven and earth may not be enough…

Warning: This book contains one bad-ass Archangel with a fiery, um, sword, a witch who blows things up, one nasty demon who is trying to kill them both, and ghosts who make interfering their mission. Steamy sex is had, even with the voyeur ghosts—though Tory is still blushing.


Looking at the items around her, Victoria Bloom knew something was missing. She had the pentagram outlined in chalk on the old attic floor. At each point rested a large white candle, all of which was surrounded by a circle of protection. Ginseng burned on the makeshift altar, the scent so overpowering it almost gagged her. The Grimoire of Armadel was opened to the correct page. Ari, one of her spirit guides, insisted she was ready, but still she hesitated. The one thing Tory considered to be essential for the ritual to work was the very thing she lacked. Belief.

Funny really, considering Tory was a medium, meaning she saw ghosts, and she was preparing to perform an ancient ritual, all on the advice of a woman who had been dead for almost four centuries. But she couldn’t deny something had to be done. On her twenty-fifth birthday, her powers had begun to emerge, powers her guides would soon no longer be able to camouflage. Calling forth an angel, though, seemed a little extreme, even for her.

“Hurry up,” Ari whispered in Tory’s mind. “You don’t have all day.”

“Yes, the spell must be performed before the sun sets. You don’t want to accidentally call forth a demon, do you?” Sam prodded and Tory sighed. Sometimes she wondered what it would be like to be the only voice in her head.

“Boring,” Thomas added, his nasal tone a reprimand. “Now get the sigil drawn so we can get this over with.”

Tory snorted but didn’t bother arguing. It wouldn’t do her any good anyway. One of the three guides always seemed to have the last word.

In the center of the pentagram, she carefully copied the sigil from the ancient grimoire. The three stooges, something she had affectionately termed her guides when she’d been a child and continued because it annoyed them so much, had debated for days, poring over the book before finally coming up with a name. Tory would have picked the most powerful warrior to aid her but the stooges had been adamantly against her choice. It seemed even though Michael’s mission was to protect humans, he didn’t like them very much.

Setting the book aside, Tory picked up the dagger. With the stooges egging her on, she sliced the blade across her palm and gasped. It stung like a bitch. Eyes watering, both from the incense and the cut, she pressed her palm in the center of the sigil, leaving behind a bloody print. Then she moved out of the protective circle and began to chant, calling forth the angel Zadkiel. The words flowed from her, unknown and mysterious, a testament to how much power now flowed through her, energy Tory feared would be her downfall.

A blinding light burst forth within the center of the pentagram, causing her to draw a hand up to shield her eyes as the words faltered on her lips. Time seemed suspended. The rays illuminated every corner of the attic and Tory held her breath, fearing for the first time more than just the evil hunting her. As her body was enveloped within the white beams, she waited for the burn.

Slowly, the light dimmed and she was stunned to find herself unscathed. But still Tory hid her eyes behind her hand. Who knew what the hell stood on the other side. And since her father was, if the bastard still lived, a demon-worshiping warlock, hell was entirely possible.

“You foolish human. I was in the midst of an important meeting. Send me back. Now.”

Her hand fell from her face, her gaze latching onto the figure in the middle of the pentagram. Holy shit. It had worked. And he was huge. Close to seven feet tall with long black hair cascading around broad shoulders and rippling biceps. His arms were folded across his massive chest, fists clenched in obvious agitation, causing the veins to bulge prominently.

Monday, May 24, 2010

Why are some NFL football players so damn sexy?

By Jeanne St. James, erotic romance author

I could have padded this post with loads of sexy pictures of pro football players. There are plenty great shots out there. But I had to include this shirtless photo of Willie Parker. 1. Because he looks so hot and 2. he is a part of my favorite team (and in my opinion the best team in the league!) THE STEELERS!

I’ve always been enamored of men in uniform but until recently it had basically been law enforcement. My tastes have widened. I truly appreciate a man in another type of uniform: the football uniform.

So why are some so sexy? Is it because they are alpha men? Hell yes. They are hard-working, hard-hitting real hunks of men. Ok, I admit not all of them – some are arrogant, some end up doing crimes, and some are a bit oversized (which just means there is more of them to love). But they work out and they sweat and they manage to look masculine in spandex. They are not afraid to look their opponent in the eye.

With that in mind, when I decided to write Double Dare, the erotic romance started out with a farmer (a sexy one, of course) and I added his love interest, but out of the blue popped up a second hero. He wasn’t just any hero, he was African American AND an ex-pro football player. So my story ended up as an interracial ménage a trois. It was extremely fun to write and the fastest story I’ve ever written.

Then I decided to write a male/male novella. I wanted a rebel. Well, there are plenty of bad boys in the NFL so naturally, one of my boys ended up AGAIN being an NFL player. His reputation was the “Bad Boy of the NFL.” I can name a couple real ones, but I’ll refrain.

I am proud to say that I had no problem contracting both stories quickly. I’m not sure if I will write about NFL players in the future. But it is certainly a possibility. I hope you love my sexy football boys as much as I do.

Here is the blurb for DOUBLE DARE, which is available with Loose Id:

Quinn Preston, disappointed by one man, finds herself in the arms of two more, taking part in forbidden pleasures she never thought possible…
Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated.

Logan Reed, a successful farmer and business owner, can’t believe that he’s attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol colored bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she’s more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot, too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.
The next morning Quinn’s conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover…

Tyson White, ex-pro football player and Logan’s business partner, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming and things heat up with the three of them. Nevertheless Ty wonders: will adding Quinn to the mix end up enhancing or destroying Logan’s and his relationship?

Here is the blurb for RIP CORD, a BESTSELLER with Phaze as part of their Rebel themed Heatsheets:

Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

You can read excerpts on my website at  and also my blog at Also, my erotic romance, BANGED UP, is currently available at Liquid Silver Books. You can find me on Facebook (, MySpace ( and Twitter (

Sunday, May 23, 2010

Sultry Sunday - Movie Day

I love to curl up with my honey and watch movies. We are always popping in a new release but I have a secret love of old movies. In those classic flicks the lighting, the drama, the innuendos! Now when I watch those movies I not only find some sexy but also funny. Here's a little list of some of my favorites.

Contempt (1963)
PRIMARY SOURCE OF SEXINESS: Brigitte Bardot, cinematography by Raoul Coutard

Dr. Goldfoot and the Bikini Machine (1965)
PRIMARY SOURCE OF SEXINESS:sorry... can't stop the giggles

Valley of the Dolls (1967)

Diamonds Are Forever (1971)
PRIMARY SOURCE OF SEXINESS: who doesn't love James Bond and Sean Connery is hot!

Bluebeard (1972)
PRIMARY SOURCE OF SEXINESS: almost the whole cast is hot but Raquel Welch is classic

Butterfly (1982)

The Cook, the Thief, His Wife, and Her Lover (1989)
PRIMARY SOURCE OF SEXINESS: Food, color coding, sex, murder, torture and cannibalism are the exotic fare in this beautifully filmed but brutally uncompromising modern fable.

I'm off to crawl under a blanket with hubby and watch an sexy flick. We might make it to the end...

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Friday, May 21, 2010


Flirting and Body Language

Jeanne St. James

Flirting is fun (and usually harmless). Sometimes women do it to get attention and sometimes they do it to try to attract a man (or a mate).

Women send five times more sexual body language signals than men…

So what ARE some of the signs of a flirting woman?

• She maintains eye contact repeatedly

• She fixes or plays with her clothes or her hair, like hair twirling or tossing

• She lowers her voice, making the male move closer

• She physically moves closer

• She makes gestures with her mouth, drawing a man’s attention there - like applying lipstick or licking her lips

• She touches herself or the man while conversing

• She leans closer while speaking, close enough to touch or whisper

• She shows off the skin of her back, chest, shoulders or neck – like wearing a low-cut top or lifting her hair

• She rolls her hips when walking

• She tilts her head coyly.

• She focuses on looking her best

So if you are a woman, have you caught yourself doing any of the above? If you are a man, which flirting techniques turn you on the most?

Thursday, May 20, 2010

13 Items to bring to a bachloerette party

Were not going to get into how much fun I had at my own bachlorette party. (Chippendale's, Tequila, a stripper pole, and one drunk mother---and a mother-in-law). It was quite the night. Okay, so maybe we'll get into it a little bit. Everyone knows a bachlorette party is a sacred, drunken ritual enacted by many woman pretending to be in Sex and the City and reclaiming their last hurrah's before tying the knot. So what does someone need to have an out of this world bachlorette party?
  1.  Flashing, Glow in the Dark Jewelry. Because being the center of attention is a lot easier when a million megawatt-ed hot chicks go out into the dark.

           2 . A scavenger hunt ala Gilmore Girls, because who doesn't want to run around town looking for restaurant menus, condoms, and as many hot guy's phone numbers as you can grab?

           3. A dance off complete with 80's era dance trends, stripper pole moves, and pop music. Extra points if someone breaks out the worm!
          4. Along the same vein: Karaoke and lots of it! Try singing all of Madonna's greatest hits in one night!
          5. A "wahoo" drinking game. Anytime someone in the party screams "wahoo" everyone takes a shot.

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Humpday Help - Reduce Stress

The beginning of the week can easily wind us into a giant stress ball. Here are a few tips on how to relax a bit on this Humpday of the week.

Get outsidee - take some deep breaths of fresh air, go for a walk or simply bask in the sun if only for a few moments at lunch time.

Laugh - find something to laugh about or share a joke with a friend. Did you realize it takes fewer muscles in your face to smile that it takes to frown?

Wiggle your nose - if you feel a stress headache coming on, try wiggling your nose. I've tried it and it works!

Play some music - loud, dance and sing!

Hug therapy - with a friend or your honey works wonders.

Act like a child - tickle or be tickled, play a game of tag with your lover, throw a beach ball around in the bedroom while naked.

Soak in the tub - add some candles, bubbles and a glass of wine. Or if you wish...someone else.

Eat chocolate! Need I comment on that?

Most of all... try to get a good night's sleep tonight. A little bit of sex and a nice orgasm will certainly help.

For more information about author Mary Quast and her books visit her website.
Author of Painted Soul
Tormented Soul
Lonely Soul

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

What's With the Hair?!

What's so important about hair? According to Hair News magazine (yes, there really is such a publication), most people spend more time on their hair than any other aspect of their appearance. Hair affects everything – from our feeling of self-worth, professional/social/sexual confidence and generally how we view ourselves. And others. Heck, Broadway even made millions of dollars dancing and singing about HAIR. It’s that important.

Since this is a romance blog, let’s take this to the next, obvious level. Hair and sexuality are intertwined, without question. But why?

As a woman and romance reader and author, I think hair is crucial to how sexy a man is. I’ve read or written about heroes that have long hair, buzz cuts and tousled-just-this-side-of-endearing-bedhead. But one thing all of my heroes have in common: sexy hair. Even though dentistry is my bill-paying profession for the moment, not even a handsome smile does as much for me or my heroines as sexy hair. And even before I did my research for this blog, I had a good idea why…

Healthy, sexy hair is tied to virile male hotness. Okay, that’s not a scientific term, but you get my drift. Hair News states that if genitalia is the primary sexual object, hair is the secondary object. News flash! I think us gals figured that out when we hit puberty and started noticing boys. Dirty, unattractive hair on a guy tells most of us that venturing closer to his primary sexual object is probably not a good idea. And ultimately, if sex is about procreation, then I’d much rather combine my DNA with the man with great hair. No way are my chromosomes venturing near Greasy boy's or Comb-over man’s.

So, here are a few visuals of what I think work for a man, in the hair department, And a couple that don’t.

THIS WORKS (and ladies, Halle Berry cut him loose, he's single again!)

THIS DOESN'T WORK (great actor and movie, really bad hair)

THIS WORKS, TOO (look at the hair, silly!)


And finally, one of my favorite covers of a hot guy/sexy hair. And the book was great too!

Monday, May 17, 2010

J.A. Saare, Code-Red Napalm ... and that's just her in real life

Well, hello again to the blogosphere. I’m a little late putting up today’s interview – I apologize J. A. I’ll make it up to you someday :>

A: Today, we’re sitting down with J.A. Saare. Known for her dark undertones, which she credits to her love of old eighties horror films, tastes in music, and choices in reading, her writing has been described as “full of sensual promise,” “gritty and sexy,” and “a breath of fresh air.”

Currently she is penning numerous projects within the urban fantasy, erotic and contemporary, and of course, paranormal romance categories. So J.A. it sounds like you can get pretty dark with your writing but what's the kinkiest, sexiest thing you've ever done:

J: Getting down and dirty in a public location – `nuff said. *grin*

A: LOL… wow, maybe we should discuss your real life, although your writing can get pretty hot. How bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or down right bondage?

J: Initially, I started out writing very sensual to spicy romances. Now? Straining roosters and wet kittens are constantly crowing and purring in my ears.

A: Wow, roosters and wet kittens. Um… wow… I don’t think you’re talking about that same visuals I’m getting… Surely, you can’t be :> …..

OH, wait a minute… better get back on track. The visuals took me to a different place there for a minute. Back to the interview, no more sidetracking. What's the best thing you've ever written—the best line?

J:That's a tough one…does urban fantasy count? If so, it would be from Dead, Undead, or Somewhere in Between: One bad corpse can ruin your whole day.

A: LOVE IT!!!.... LOL. And aint’ that the truth. Just talk to Sookie Stackhouse. Talking of movies, if you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?

J: The delectable Chris Evans in the role of Caleb (Crimson Moon).

A: Man, I’m out of the loop. I’m going to have to look up this Chris Evans. Umph… I hate it when I feel out of the “know” on guys. (No… I will not take a moment to search for that hottie… will stay on track here). So … um… oh… Wow… um… so then size counts… on average how loooooonnnnnggg do you like your (um, how do we put it delicately) manuscripts to be ;> ( in words silly, not inches) and how steamy?

J: I'm a long-distance writer by nature, so a majority of my work is well over the 90k mark. The heat factor always varies depending upon what I'm writing, and ranges from sensual to hot. Although it should be mentioned that I created a new pen name, and the stories that will be written under that moniker will register as code-red on the napalm scale.

A: Code-red napalm. I like that description.

What are the hardest scenes to write for you?

J: Writing scenes with multiple characters conversing at the same time is always a challenge. It isn't that I can't see the scene or hear it in my head, but rather, the process of piecing it together so the dialogue is easy to follow by a reader can be exhausting.

A: Don’t I know it. M/M scenes are soooo difficult. There was this one scene I was writing… no, okay, won’t go there. I kind of hate asking this next question since you kind of answered it above but it’s on my list… How close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?

J: That's a doozy of a question, innit? It's safe to say I've gotten close to several, and took the plunge on more than one occasion.

A: What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you?

J: Although I've been incredibly busy recently, I do make it a priority to speak to authors/readers who contact me. I always respond to email, no matter how deep I am in edits. I am also excited to help other authors and host a Ten Questions segment on Monday's for those interested in sharing a bit about themselves, as well as an excerpt of the story they want to promote.

A: It’s always great so see authors connecting with readers and other authors. It’s one of the things I love about Romance Writers Behaving Badly. I could probably talk for hours about writing stuff… but we need to finish up here… anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself?

J: If you'd like to learn more about me, or if you're curious about my work, you can always find me on my blog, my website, my Facebook, or on Twitter @Jasaare.

Thanks J.A. Everyone should check out J.A and our other authors here or on their individual websites. More interviews coming … so watch out!!!!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

Sultry Sunday Office passion

Ever thought about it? Ever acted on the impulse? For those of you that have, or haven't, here's a little office passion for the women who've had that secret crush on their boss.

She repositioned herself in the chair across from him, her short skirt inching its way up even further exposing more of her tone thigh. He felt his heart skip a beat. How many times he'd imagined her in his office, skirt up around her hips, bent over his desk as he slammed into her. Every inch of his throbbing member giving her pleasure. Her words of pleasure, moans of delight and finally her outcry of orgasmic relief.

His hands firmly planted on her hips pulling her into each of his thrusts.

Her heaving breasts perfectly enveloped in her lacy black bra hovering over his desk and computer keyboard.

He felt his cock throbbing in delight as he imagined the scene. He looked at her face, so angelic but raptured with passion.

He thought of his hands grasping her long blonde hair as her head bobbed up and down orally pleasuring him until he came in her mouth. His orgasm was explosive. Her chin dripping with his cum.

"Anything else I can do for you," she asked innoently bringing him out of his reverie.

Opening his mouth to reply, she blinked, tilted her head slightly and smiled. She knew.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Sinful Saturdays--Sinfully Delicious Coffee Cake

I have a coffee cake recipe that I rarely make because it's SO good, I end up eating most of it before anyone else has the chance. That qualifies as "sinful," right? In my recipe file it's called Mom's Coffee Cake, but Sinfully Delicious Coffee Cake sounds more appropriate to this blog, don't you think?

Preheat oven to 350 degrees
1 yellow cake mix
1/4 c butter
1 c brown sugar
1 cup chopped walnuts
3 eggs
1 1/2 c sour cream

For topping: Pour 2/3 of cake mix into large bowl, cut in butter. Mix in brown sugar and walnuts. Set aside.

For batter: In separate bowl, beat eggs with a fork. Stir in sour cream. Blend in rest of cake mix. Pour 1/2 batter into greased & floured 9x13 pan. Sprinkle on 1/2 the topping, then the rest of the batter. End with the topping.

Bake for 40-45 min. Yum, yum, yum.

Friday, May 14, 2010

New Release By Elise Hepner: Keeper

It's not easy working as a small time office clerk for the Honolulu Zoo in Hawaii. Candie occasionally substitutes for her co-worker as a zoo keeper when he's too busy with his whiskey bottle. But this time she finds herself in a bit of a bind as a new recruit comes in for an interview and some field training.

Candie is captivated by Sadie who is unabashedly sexual. The way she flirts her way through the interview makes Candie think she's been paid off by her friends for a practical joke. It's not easy making it through tourist season at the night clubs when you're a celibate lesbian looking for tail with chemistry and brains. Candie's had a dry spell a mile long and it's about to rain all over her parade. Sadie won't settle for anything less than Candie on her tongue.
Warnings: This title contains f/f sex, anal play, and voyeurism.


Candie's worn out voice rhapsodized onwards as the petite blonde in front of her continued to fiddle with anxiety. Anyone who was nervous about getting a new job fiddled, it was par for the course. But this little darling was engrossed with exploring every crevice in her outfit. Candie's generic speech stopped just so she could watch her explore. Her small hands smoothed over her barely there hips, skimming along her hipbone, then back up her stomach between her breasts, fiddling with a necklace. 

Sadie was either the most self aware person Candie had ever met or she was completely oblivious.
The way she touched herself it made Candie wonder if she'd been paid by some of her lesbian friends. A harmless straight girl sent to give the undersexed lesbian a hard time. It wasn't Candie's fault that her idea of a good time didn't involve an air head tourist from one of the local clubs. She preferred something chemical rather than forced by alcohol. Earth shattering over a zero on the Richter scale.

Yep, Sadie must have made some nice cash.

Though, that wouldn't explain all the little squeaks coming out of the trainee's mouth during their introductory interview. Sadie had played coy, flirting and blushing her way through screening. Every word was attached with a stumble, a trace of flesh, or a small companionable smile. The questions really hadn't been that hard. Candie had made sure she only threw her the easy ones for people who watched Animal Planet but had never worked in a zoo. Not everyone was so lucky to have a degree in zoology. Sadie's past work history included stripping and 7Eleven. But sometimes the zoo needed keepers-- and fast. Especially with tourist season lingering with longer hours and more screaming babies. As long as they didn't have a drug history they were on board.

This is why Candie was still talking to this gorgeous little misfit. Sadie was either the world's best actress or Candie really did make her that nervous. Even though the pressure part of the interview was long over she was still twirling long strands of her thick honey hair between her fingers. Candie watched as she put the pieces in her mouth and sucked on them. It had always seemed like a disgusting habit to Candie. Except when Sadie did it her lips pressed into the sultriest pout. The vamp lip gloss she wore shimmered in the light making her lips plump, irresistible. When she tripped her hand reached out to grab Candie's waist with a squeal. She left it there for several seconds longer than it said to in the employee conduct handbook. Candie breathed heavily as Sadie squeezed her heated flesh under several layers of clothing. She could still feel the sizzling tingle of pressure.

Apparently, Sadie had just been warming up.

Thursday, May 13, 2010

Thursday Thirteen, Hero Attire

I never really thought about hero attire and accessories before I read any romance novels. Ever since I ventured into the romance genre, my attention to details regarding heroes has grown. Now, I love reading about them. Give me a growly paranormal vampire or an elite ops soldier and I am going to devour the story. Same thing if the novel features a duke in Regency England or a Legionnaire in ancient Rome. And what about those cowboys with ivory-handled pistols? Yes, please, may I have some more, sir?

Though the story appeals to my heart and entertains me, the visual aspect of actually seeing things a hero wears or uses will always draw my attention and keep me riveted. So, today, for my very first Thursday Thirteen, I am going to list the things I love to see on a hero.

First up is the Roman soldier. There is nothing more enticing for me than watching a movie that has a Roman Centurion or Legionnaire in it. In the same vein, a Greek demi-god, hero, or Spartan soldier will make me stare in wide-eyed delight. The items that they wear and use are just so tantalizing. They are:

1. That long red cape or sagum

2. Torso armor that is molded to every dip and valley of a ripped abdomen.

3. Swords! There is nothing like a hero who can wield a sword with deadly, skilled precision. The Roman soldiers had several types, including the pugio, a version of a dagger, to the gladius, a short sword, and the spatha which was a longer blade often used by the cavalry.

I can be such a girl sometimes. I own up to it. Especially when it comes to knights. Oh be still my heart... There is just something so delicious about a knight’s ensemble.
4. Chainmail and armor. It is quite appealing when a hero gears up for battle while he pulls on all the layers required for that type of armor. Did you know chainmail was made up of around 200,000 links? Throw in a kingly tunic, especially white with a red cross, Templar, and the picture is complete.

5. Vambraces. Oh my, I can’t tell you how much I love those forearm protectors.

6. A knight should always have a shield that is decorated appropriately yet is able to protect him when needed.

I think Aragorn fits the knight in shining armor mold perfectly!

Now, onto the Regency hero. For me, I am going to get giddy the moment I see these things on a gorgeous English hero: (Bonus points if he is a titled peer, with a secret military tie and possessive of his conquest.)

7. Hessians. Need I say anything more? Those polished boots with a tassel at the top, draw my attention every single time I watch Jane Austen, Bronte,Jane Eyre, and any other shows that are in the early seventeenth century.

8. Cravat! Totally sexy in a “what’s-underneath-there” sort of way. Back in the Regency era, they had elaborate ways to tie a neck-cloth around one’s neck. They even had names for each bow and knot. From the Napoleon to the Mail Coach and Gordian Knot, those Regency heroes were always dressed in style.

9. The cut-away coat with long tails over tight, thigh-hugging breeches. Enough said!

James Purfoy as Beau Brummell, the perfect Regency example.

Jumping forward in time, I think it is important to mention aspects of hero attire from early America and on to the present.

10. Can I just say cowboy, outlaw, and gunslinger? The image I love to see is a low-slung gun belt, boots, and a Stetson that shadows perfectly chiseled features. Timothy Olyphant, in Deadwood as Sheriff Bullock or in present day Justified, as Deputy Marshal Givens, has this wardrobe down pat!

11. Elite ops, marines, cops, and other covert soldiers always hold my notice, especially when they are dressed in modern armor. That’s taking sexy to the nines when a hero wears cameo gear, has a wicked arsenal of weapons strapped on all over his body, and is outfitted with high-tech communication equipment.

And finally, the paranormal hero. Lately, it seems that there are many paranormal heroes on the big screen and television. Two things that will keep me riveted and enthralled are:

12. FANGS. There’s nothing like a bad-ass vampire sporting sharp canines when he is hungry for a taste of his mate. I might even have to rewind the scene, just to see those fangs a bit longer.

13. Leather, tight jeans, tight shirt, shit-kicking boots, maybe long hair tied back at the nape of his neck? Those sure make for a well-dressed hero whose assets are hugged by tight material. Throw in a deadly weapon like a dagger to top it all off!

So, did I miss anything you would personally like to see on your favorite hero?

Thanks for joining me on my first Thursday Thirteen.


Pictures from Dreamstine and Fanpop.

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

New Release: Midnight's Ghost

Midnight's Ghost (erotic science fiction romance)


The timeline is excruciating.

Taran has three days to get her former lover – whom she’s barely speaking to – and the mysterious teenager she knows nothing about from one planet to another. Given the fact her ship, Eidolon, is the fastest in the star runner fleet, Taran knows she can make the run in the time Wallace has allotted. As the best – and only – female pilot, she’s got something to prove.

As if things weren’t complicated enough, Wallace, and the teenager he has in tow, are both escapees from the harshest prison facility in seven galaxies. Not only is Taran putting her career on the line, she’s got the Intergalactic Patrol hot on her heels. It isn’t long before unresolved feelings and tempers flare to life again and Taran is left second-guessing her decision of putting everything she stands for on the line.

Her determination may just cost her everything.

One man who feels no remorse for a crime he committed and one woman pilot determined to fulfill her promise equal one impossible mission.


“You’re insane.”
“So they tell me.”
He wasn’t kidding either. He really had been told he was insane by the court that sentenced him to jail time. “You just cost me a paying job, Wallace. Find someone else to hassle.”
“But I enjoy hassling you.”
After blasting his way back into my life, Wallace was the last person I wanted to deal with in the confines of a starship. “Stuff it. I’m not in the mood for your cutesy bullshit. I have debts to pay now because of you, so go find someone else that can actually stand the sight of your face.”
“There you go assuming again.” He pushed away from the wall to twist himself around so he stood in front of me and I suddenly felt closed in. I knew all I had to do to get him to move is strip off one of my gloves and let some part of his exposed flesh brush against my hand. He bracketed my arms against the wall to take that option away and I could feel his warm breath against my face. “I never said I wouldn’t pay you.”
“You haven’t paid for a ride in your life, at least not with credit chips.”
He stepped into me, closing the distance between us. I could feel every inch of him through his tan colored pants and shirt. For the breath of a moment, I thought he was going to brush his lips over mine. “I never heard you complain once about my method of payment. You were very vocal however, if memory serves me correctly.”
A wave of heat scorched through my veins at the combination of his words and the feel of him pressed against me like this. He was saying things he knew would get my juices flowing and it was actually working. Wallace knew exactly what got me riled up.
Despite the fact I wanted to give in to the rich layers of arousal weaving their way through me, I knew Wallace was trying to manipulate me. He was blatantly using my attraction to him against me and wasn’t making any apologies for it. Unfortunately for him, while I remembered what it felt like to give in, I also knew I would hate myself in the morning. Since I was all that I had, hating myself wasn’t an option.
“Find yourself some other star runner, Wallace. Leave me alone.” I jerked forward with my hips, and was surprised when he lost his balance. I expected him to reach out for me again, but he let me go as I brushed past him. His voice drifted to me as I started to walk away and the seeming desperation in his voice had me stopping in my tracks.
“I can’t get anyone else, Taran. I need the best.”
I sighed heavily and closed my eyes as I stood with my back to him. Damn, I hated how he could still say things that let him get under my skin. I was supposed to be angry with him for what he had done. Although, angry was probably putting it too nicely.
I dipped my hands into the pockets of my shorts still splattered with Lunatian blood and shrugged my shoulders. “Stony and Webster or, hell even Jett, find one of them. They’re just as good.”
He shook his head in desperation as I turned to face him. I knew, just like he did, the names I had ticked off were good haulers, but they weren’t what he was looking for. None of them had the same level of equipment I did. They couldn’t get him where he needed with that type of speed.
“Good, but not the best. Taran, whatever our screwed up history together is, can you just put it aside for right now and let me hire you? You and Eidolon are the fastest in the star runner’s fleet. Like I said, I need the best,” he added when he saw the skepticism I was fighting with.
That ghost of something was back on his face, but this time he didn’t do anything to disguise it. I saw it as clear as the darkening sky overhead and it made my stomach do a slow, lazy slide. He seemed to genuinely believe that I was the only one who could help him.
Wallace had even played the right cards in telling me that I was the best and the fastest. It wouldn’t have even taken that because he also knew I had never been able to say no to him, but it certainly sweetened the pot. I couldn’t ignore the fact that even though we hadn’t spoken in three years and had an abrupt breakup hanging over our heads, he had sought me out. That meant there was something more in this than just him. He wouldn’t have come otherwise because that was just the kind of guy Wallace was. While he could be selfish, the look of desperation on his face told me that this was something beyond him. Something he couldn’t handle alone and that’s what I found so damn intriguing.
For him to let me see it was an enormous concession for him.
I rubbed my hands over my face and blew out an exasperated breath, chastising myself for what I was about to do since I knew I would end up regretting it. “I can’t believe I’m about to say this. You need to be there in how many days again?”
“I can do it in four, maybe three and a half if I push her hard enough.” I made the offer, knowing I could deliver him in the time he requested, but wanted to have a little room to play in case things didn’t go as planned.
His voice was low as he spoke and I recognized the tone he used when he knew someone was trying to pull one over on him. “Don’t bullshit me, Taran. Those upgraded transwarp drives have GreySec stamped all over them. The ones no one else knows about, the ones I helped you install? I know, just like you do, that you can make the run with time to spare. How much?”
He was right, Eidolon did have upgraded transwarp drives no one else but him knew about. She was technically too small of a ship to possess that size of a jump core, but then again, there was a reason her name was Eidolon. Being a ghost in space was definitely advantageous when you ran legal, or illegal, goods to distant planets.
I should have known better than to try to feed him a line. If there was anyone who could spot a lie at two paces, it was Wallace. He, on the other hand, could slide one effortlessly off his tongue without batting an eye. There were times when I was jealous of that talent. Resigned that I was going to do this whether I liked it or not, I fired off an exorbitant amount, assuming he’d be put off by it and forget this whole conversation happened.
“Done,” he said tightly and stepped away, gesturing for me to lead the way out of the alley.


Interested? I'll giving away a free ecopy of Midnight's Ghost over at fellow author D L Jackson's Para-Fanatics website. One lucky commenter will win!

Monday, May 10, 2010

Smokin' Hawt Elise Hepner... and Christian Bale, Oh My

April: I’ve been dying to interview this author for some time now. She’s hit the ebook market by storm with her hot and steamy books at Excessica. She’s also won Preditor’s and Editor’s Author’s Site of Excellent award for her A Willing Writer’s Blog in November, 2009.

Welcome Elise Hepner!!!!

It’s so good to have you here Elise. We’ll get right down to brass tacts on this. You write Erotica and Paranormal Erotic Romance. Now I’ve seen some of your stuff, you’re blurbs are pretty hot. But what’s the kinkiest, sexiest thing you’ve ever done:

Elise: Oh dear, how to answer this question when there are so many….Well, I’ll go with one of my favorites which was when my husband and I got a little frisky behind one of the displays at the National Air and Space Museum. Now someone is going to hunt me down and ban me for life for admitting this, I just know it.

April: How bad do you get with your writing, are we talking just suggestion or down right bondage?

Elise: I believe if you’re going to do it, do it all the way. I get down and dirty with my darlings, whips, chains, the whole nine yards. It’s all about what gets my character’s rocks off and I’m happy to oblige them.

April: I shouldn’t have even asked… Looking at what you’ve written, I can tell you’re adventuresome. What’s the best thing you’ve ever written—the best line?

Elise: I have no clue.

April: Elise, you’re modest. Most people have something right on the tip of their tongue. You’re blog is definitely top notch! Everyone has to check it out.

Okay, onto other things. If you could have any movie star take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?

Elise: Hands down Christian Bale from Newsies meets Little Women meets Batman Returns.

April: Oohhhh… I do love Christian in a strange psychotic kind of way. No one answers with him either. :>

Now onto what everyone wants to know. Size counts… on average how loooooonnnnnggg do you like your (um, how do we put it delicately) manuscripts to be ;> ( in words silly, not inches) and how steamy?

Elise: For the most part my manuscript is as long or as short as it needs to be to tell the story all the way through. I rarely plan out a starting goal on word count. But I did start out in the 1k-3k range when I first got published and have worked my way into several novella’s and novel size books. In terms of steamy you’ll always need to defrost the pages or any glasses you may be wearing after reading.

April: After seeing a few of your scenes, I know what you mean. It leaves me to wonder… if you can handle the love scenes so well, what are the hardest scenes to write for you?

Elise: It really depends on the day. It can range from a fight scene, to an emotionally taxing scene that my characters just want to avoid. Dialogue is always easy for some reason.

April: Many authors live their fantasies in their books, how close in real life have you gotten to one of your fantasies?

Elise: A polite lady never tells. Use your imagination. But my husband is certainly a satisfied man just ask him. No, really, he’ll be happy to brag.

April: LOL…. Somehow I can believe that. I should pull him in for the interview ;> But I’m running out of time. What would you want other writers and your readers to know about you?

Elise: I’d say for the most part I’m an open book and if you would like to know something about me or have a specific question, leave it in the comments section of my blog and I’ll answer it lickity-split. Other than that, I just love my job.

April: And finally… anything you would like to share with us, an excerpt, a tidbit, or anything else about yourself?

Elise: Here’s an excerpt from my current work in progress, an erotica novella called “The Intern”.

I didn’t expect my first day as an intern to involve a paddle. My hometown newspaper was my dream job. I knew it would be rough. But sitting down that night in my tawdry apartment, heat burning up my thighs and ass, I didn’t think it would this rough. Granted, I knew nothing about the newspaper business, only that it was a skill that could advance my writing career and my small town had an opening for an intern. Those were the only two bits of information required other than the fact that I knew the paper’s only uses were for potty training a puppy or as a fire starter. There addition of me was supposed to help the paper back on its feet. All it did was put me on my ass. But I kept going back. I’ll never understand why.

April: Holy smokes, Batman. Christian Bale, a paddle, and what has to be smokin’ hot sex here I come. I’ve got to get me a copy of that.

Thanks for coming by Elise. Hope everyone checks Elise out at Excessica or at her blog:

Sunday, May 9, 2010

One Night Stands

We've all had one, or at least thought about it. I think these encounters probably found their peak in the sixties, right after the pill, and well before the AIDS virus and Ted Bundy. Still, they aren't gone for good, we modern women just need to add a few layers of CYA.  I have some advice for any one night stand fans out there, and I'm going to end with a question, so pay attention and get your commenting fingers flexing.

First and foremost~be prepared. Don't expect your mark (hehe, bonus points if the guy you're scoping is named Mark) to have the necessary latex. A single woman of the twenty-first century should always have some raincoats at her disposal, especially when she's on the prowl for a mindless physical-only encounter.

Second~scope out a hotel. It probably gives you the willies to show a stranger where you live, and it's a lot easier to leave somewhere than to get someone to leave.  The bad part about this is that it might make you come across as a bit of a whore....hmm...think this part over.

Third~be adventurous. You probably won't see this guy again after your ONS, so go ahead. Let loose. Do the things you only read about in those erotic romances. I suggest leaving the bondage out of any ONS, just for the safety factor.

Fourth~think Captain Kirk. Kill the Klingons. Don't ask him when you'll see each other again. Don't ask his phone number, don't follow him home, and for God's sake don't write down his license plate and ask your cop friend to find out everything about him. That doesn't go over well. This is a ONS for a reason. Let him go.

Fifth~bite your tongue. There will be the temptation to call all of your girlfriends and tell them all the sordid details about the prior night. Resist. Keep this to yourself. I promise you'll enjoy it more as a dirty little secret than a notch on your bedpost. 

Sixth~stay awake. If you fall asleep, you'll end up with the awkward morning after thing. If you're really after some NSA sex, you should have no problem with a "well, that was nice," and a quick redressing and have a nice day.

Somewhere between one and two you should also make sure that your guy is legal. That could get sticky, and something you don't want to have to explain to your employers.

So what do you think? Agree with my suggestions? Think I'm way off base? Have any more pointers? Think about it, then answer me this: You and Mark have agreed to some hot NSA sex. You don't want anything but. You're a busy woman with a career and a life. No time for a relationship, and no desire for a broken heart. The chemistry is there, and after three or four hours of mattress bursting fun with him, he hints at date number two. What do you do? Give me your answers in the comments, I'd love to see what you think!

Olivia Brynn is the author of erotic romances For a Price, Falling Star, and Position Secured. Visit her website for more of Olivia's wisdom.

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Sinful Saturday: The Vacation I Shouldn't Have Taken

The past weekend my husband and I committed some pretty sinful acts. In which I mean we bought things we couldn't afford, spoiled ourselves with food and drink, and generally just pranced around the city for hours on end. Not only was it sinful and decadent, but it was absolutely perfect for me and my muse.

Since I've gotten back from that four day vacation, (two of these days working 11 hour days in a new environment, so they still count as vacation) I've been putting in "normal" word counts instead of the stressed, overly edited hell I've been in for the past two months. It still takes me all day to get the words, but I'm more willing to sit at the computer rather than give up. A little of the joy had come back from my little writing adventure which makes all the financial sins we made on our vacation perfectly and utterly worth every penny.

This little outing reminded me that though writing is my full time job, I still have to have fun with it to get things done. There's no other ways around my muse--she's a stubborn broad. So, in the future, if that means being extra sinful with everything--well, I'll just say it was research, now won't I?

(Hmmm...this belt looks an awful lot like...nevvvvvverrrrmind)

How do you spoil yourself?

Friday, May 7, 2010

Flirty Friday-Get your Belly Dance On!

Okay, my ode to Flirty Friday is about the ancient, beautiful, and sensual art of Belly Dance!

                                                        Pic of Sadie, awesome Belly Dancer

Belly Dance is a Western-coined name for a traditional Middle Eastern dance, especially raqs sharqi.  Belly Dancing is as beautiful as it is mysterious; the origins are a bit uncertain, but it may be one of the oldest forms of dance. From the idea of entertainment, to ritual to maternity dance for expectant mothers, Belly Dance may be many things.

A troupe of Belly Dancers doing Tribal Style. There are many different styles and fusions of Belly Dance

 What I love the most about it, is it is very inclusive. Young or old, slender or full bodied, Belly Dance welcomes everyone, including men.
    Some of the world's best belly dancers have some belly...but no belly required. It welcomes everyone!

It can be challenging to learn but boy is it worth it! Yes, if you guessed -I am learning myself and my hubby appreciates it ;)

If you want to give your significant other a special treat, learning to Belly Dance is highly recommended. In addition to its natural seduction, it gives body confidence and flexibility!

Yet another reason Belly Dance is great, it can be very seductive, and flirtatious! Learning new movements can be very sexy! and what about putting on a little show just for them?

                        Hey Ladies! I am currently "Lost" on an Island! Can you spare a dance for me?
                        (Josh Holloway from the TV show Lost)

Listen, it could happen. You may be called to put your dance skills to use to help save a poor semi shirtless hunk from death by boredom on a deserted island. There are so many reasons to learn Belly Dance!

So, what are yours?

Chloe Waits

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Thursday Thirteen - 13 Smiles

A smile is a simple thing that can be soooooo wonderful. It takes fewer facial muscles to form a smile than a frown and the results are amazing. A smile can be seen in one's eyes and felt through the entire body. A smile can chase the blues away and bring on the heat.

So I thought I'd share some of my favorite smiles with you. Enjoy!














Have a great day and Happy TT!

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