Sexcerpt

Sorry this post is late everyone. I have so much on my plate, I didn't get over here to post today until now. I'm horrible at coming up with good ideas, so I'm going to share an excerpt with you. This one is from my recent release from Ellora's Cave, titled

At Ease.

First the blurb to set it up: Jaycee Hanson sits behind Tyler Johnson, ROTC Captain and star of most of her erotic fantasies. She doesn’t think he’d ever be interested in her, because in all the time she’s been watching him, she’s never seen him in the company of a white woman. She resigns herself to her thrice-weekly fantasy session during Psych 301.

But when an accidental touch near the end of class turns into an impromptu foot rub, Jaycee is more than willing to follow Tyler wherever he might lead her. She doesn’t expect the stairwell.

Tyler isn’t sure what to make of the woman in his arms. She’s smart as well as beautiful. If he’d had any idea before today that she was interested in him, he would have made a move, but each time he looked her way in the past, she avoided his gaze.

Objections to their relationship come from an unexpected source, causing Jaycee to second-guess herself. She and Tyler have more than sexual chemistry, but will it be enough?

And now, an excerpt from Tyler and Jaycee's first encounter:

Tyler straightened, the lust in his smile sending a jolt of excitement through her. He snapped his textbook closed and Jaycee struggled to shove her notebook into her satchel with her hands shaking as they were. After a few twisting stabs with her foot, she was able to get back into her discarded flip-flop without looking like too much of a spaz. She took a few restorative breaths before looking up to find Tyler looking put together and composed in his dress blues, his books packed away into a simple backpack slung over a shoulder, hooked by one finger. His other hand reached for hers and he led her from the classroom just as students for the next class trickled in.

Her knees wobbled and she cursed her inability to control her body. His hand was so damn warm on hers, strong and wide, engulfing hers with an urgency that sent her libido into overdrive. He strode down a hallway and she almost had to take two steps to every one of his.

“Where are we going?”

He didn’t answer until he dragged her into the stairway and found a dark corner beneath the cement stairs. “I’m in uniform.”

As if that should explain everything. But Jaycee didn’t have time to question him before he pressed her body against the cool cinderblock wall with his hard chest. He dropped his backpack beside hers and his mouth came down, stifling any question she might have.

His hands moved up to grip her shoulders. She could feel the imprint of each of his ten fingers, the heat searing her skin beneath her tee shirt. He smelled exotic and exciting, with a musky masculine cologne that reminded her of a men’s fashion magazine. His tongue was thick, and the way he moved it inside her mouth weakened her knees. She joined the dance with a desperation that she couldn’t disguise, and had no desire to. His mouth was cool and minty. How did she miss seeing him pop a breath mint?

“You taste damn good Jaycee.”

He knows my name. Only after hearing it did she realize that she’d never given it to him. The fact that he knew it without her telling him took the meaningless flirtation into a new realm. Now it was personal. She let her eyes drift closed, wallowing in the sound of her name coming from those lips that moved against her cheek.

She brought both arms up to circle his neck and drew him down, skimmed his collar, and followed his jacket lapel down to his chest. Her hand stilled over his heart, his taut muscles rippled beneath his jacket as he moved into her caress.

“God, yes, touch me, girl. Let me feel your hands all over me.”

Jaycee shuddered, his low words vibrating through her skin, settling in her joints and making them pliant. Her mind whirled as he brushed his nose and mouth all along her face and neck, sucking in air, almost like he wanted to inhale her.

“I could take you right here. I’m so fucking hard.” He ground his pelvis into hers so that she could feel the truth in his statement. The length and width of his cock intrigued her, but she lacked the nerve to reach for it like she wanted to.

“I’m in uniform,” he whispered.

Jaycee swallowed. “Yes.”

“That means I have to follow a different set of rules.”

“Oh.” She dropped her gaze to his chest. Her hands were already toying with the buttons on the jacket. Why stop now? “So…maybe we should take this off?” The first button slipped free.

Tyler chuckled, his face brightening with amusement. The sound filled her with a power she didn’t know she lacked until just now. “I don’t know if that counts, but I like the way you think.” He pulled back enough to give her a solemn look. “You know what you’re doing?”

She nodded slowly. Seriously. “I want this. I want you. Now.” From the dust bunnies in the corner, she could tell no one wandered behind the stairs. Why would they? It was a dark and dingy cove, and one would have to go well out of their way to find them.

The few voices that bounced off the hallway walls soon disappeared behind the sound of closing doors and the building went silent. Other than the rhythmic sound of Tyler’s breathing, and Jaycee’s pounding heart.

“I don’t want you to be uncomfortable. We can just—”

“It’s okay. I’m not afraid. Just kiss me.”

He took his time, first nibbling at her jawline, then her neck. His mouth warm and soft, yet insistent. Strange whining sounds bubbled from her throat. He released one shoulder to cover her throat with one strong hand.

Good lord, she was at his mercy. The man had enough strength to seriously hurt her, but there was nothing but calm beneath the power. The combination sent her heart into staccato. Finally he covered her lips with his, sending his tongue deep into her mouth. Jaycee tilted her head to accommodate his desire. He took her lower lip between his teeth and Jaycee clamored to get closer. He caressed her neck with his strong fingers, and then followed with his lips.

“I’ve been watching you all semester. I thought maybe you didn’t like black guys.” He nibbled her earlobe as he spoke. Jaycee had to hold on to his shoulders so she wouldn’t melt into a puddle beneath the stairs.

“And I thought you didn’t like white women.”

“Okay, so we were both wrong. Let me show you what I like about white women.” His hands went to work on the button of her jeans.

Jaycee gasped. The back of her head hit the wall when she jerked in surprise.

“Yeah, it’s wrong,” he whispered, his voice smooth and sinful. “I’m gonna touch you right here under the stairs. I’m gonna make you come.” He unzipped her fly and slipped his hand inside. “And you barely know me. Does that scare you?”

Jaycee shook her head without hesitation. He was wrong. She knew him. From his class schedule to the fact that he could bench two-twenty without breaking a sweat. She knew he liked his coffee with sugar, and he preferred beef to chicken. And if her fantasies were to be believed, she knew the sounds he made when he was close to orgasm.

He cupped her mound with his hand. Two fingers rubbed the fabric of her panties, seeking entrance. “It’s wrong, but you want me to, don’t ya girl? You want my fingers inside you.”

Jaycee whimpered. “Yes.”

“Oh yeah, tell me you keep some hair.”

“See for yourself.”

He deftly readjusted and slid two fingers down her strip of pubic hair. He hissed against her ear, and when the tips of his digits found her clit, she echoed him.

“Yeah, that’s what I like. Silky hair. Jesus, you’re wet.”

“For you.” Her voice had dropped to a whisper, and he growled in response. She slipped the end of his black belt through the buckle.

“No, girl. You can’t touch.” He gathered her wrists in his right hand, pinned them above her head, then returned his left hand to tease her pussy.

“That’s not fair.” She wasn’t going to complain much. Not when this man was devouring her a millimeter at a time.

“You touch me and I’ll lose it,” he whispered. “I want to make you come first.”

You can find At Ease at Ellora's Cave, and also Amazon, All Romance Ebooks, and Barnes and Noble.

Six Sentence Sunday - Jeanne St. James

Welcome to Six Sentence Sunday! This week I am posting a random six sentence portion of my best-selling, m/m short story, RIP CORD, available here at Phaze Books.

Rip slipped a hand down Gil’s stomach and into his boxer shorts. The large man’s fingers slid along Gil’s length and down until they cupped his sac. Rip squeezed Gil’s balls and twisted his nipple at the same time causing him to cry out. And it wasn’t in pain.

“Get those boxers off, too. They hide too much.”

If you participate in Six Sentence Sunday, please feel free to leave your link in the comments!

Interview with Erick McAlister

Today I have a special guest with me. Erick McAlister, co-owner of McAlister Enterprise and London's Most Dangerous Bachelor. He seems a bit too relaxed for this interview, sitting with his long, jean clad legs stretched out and crossed at the ankles. His well worn leather jacket rests on the chair behind him. He flashes a boyish grin at me before taking a drink of his cola.

M: Thank you for taking time out of your busy schedule in London to join us today, Erick.

E: No problem. I always make time for the ladies... especially lovely ones.

M: blushes You have some long legs there. How tall are you?

E: 6'2" and 190. My brother is taller, but I have more of this. (Flexes the muscles in his athletic arms and chest.) I stay fit by running, lifting and playing Extreme Frisbee with my best mate.

M: My, my, my. (Fans self.) Did the heat just go up in here? Do you have any other things you like to do?

E: Yeah... blondes, brunettes, redheads...

M: Uh... I mean things such as hobbies.

E: Did my father set you up for this? He's been babbling to me about getting a hobby...blah, blah, blah... relax and all that bullshit. Other than women I enjoy riding motorcycles. Now if I had a sexy woman on my bike... that would be a great hobby! (Flashes a killer smile with teasing eyes.)

M: Now, I've noticed you have gorgeous green eyes. Are you Irish?

E: Actually my father is Scottish. I get my eyes from her and my hair from my mom. (He nervously runs his fingers through his hair.) She used to call it dishwater blonde. Strange term.

M: I've heard that term, it refers to the dark, grayish cast to blonde hair... some call it ash. Do you always wear it somewhat long?

E: Yep... messier the better too. My old man wants me to cut it, but I enjoy messing with him. a deep laugh escapes from his throat.

M: I bet women like it too.

E: They can touch it but never pull on it.

M: I'll make a note of that. Hmmm... Speaking of women, what kind do you like?

E: You mean there are different kinds? Ha! All I know, is they want me for one thing and I'm more than happy to give it to them. (His voice takes on a sarcastic tone, with a touch of anger in his face.)

M: What would be the perfect woman for you? Flexible? Kinky? What would rev your engine?

E: Hmmm... the perfect woman wouldn't actually rev my engine but rather slow it down. I look forward to feeling contenment. Let's see... she'd be.... petite, buxom, brunette, cute smile, a little shy, loving, caring, one who makes me laugh... (*sigh*)

M: Sounds like you just described someone you know.

E: Not going there. Let's get back to kinky.

M: Okay, what's your favorite kink then?

E: Having sex outside or in public. I love the risk of getting caught. (His delicious lips spread into a wicked grin.) I certainly don't mind an audience.

M: Alrighty then... whew! What is your favorite guilty pleasure?

E: Mac and cheese.

M: (cough) Did you say "Mac and cheese"?

E: Yep. I can't help myself...love that shit!

M: So let me guess.... your idea of a romantic evening would be a beautiful woman and Mac and cheese.

E: Oh that sounds tasty. Why didn't I think of that before? A naked woman covered in Mac & Cheese. I don't suppose you have any Mac & cheese do you?

M: Seriously, Erick...can you be romantic?

E: I'm sure I could if I tried. I'd romance the right woman. (taps his finger on his chin as if in thought then runs his hand through his hair.) I'd take her to Hampton House, the family home in South Hampton. Have wine and pizza on the patio then enjoy a walk and her in the garden at night.

M: hmmm....sounds nice. What do you think is your greatest achievement?

E: Helping my father and brother build the business.
M: What is your greatest fear?

E: That something I did to help a friend years ago will come back to ruin my future with a woman (shadows darken his handsom face) and I'll never truly know love.

M: Wow, those are some heavy thoughts.

E: (shrugs) That's what happens when I haven't had any Mac & cheese in a while.

M: Now I've heard you can seduce a woman with a whisper. Final question... how do you feel about being selected as London's Most Dangerous Bachelor?

E: Whisper? Sometimes, it doesn't even take a whisper. (Leans over and tilts his head and I feel myself liquifying.) I think it's a joke! My brother, Michael is the dangerous one. He likes rock climbing, sky diving, all that kind of crazy shit that might break his neck. Me? I'm not dangerous... I'm a lover. (he winks)

M: Thank you again, Erick McAlister for joining us today.

E: My pleasure. Would you like to join me for dinner? I hear there is a place around the corner that makes a mean Mac & cheese.


To celebrate, I'm giving away two special items this month.
A signed copy of Tormented Soul (Erick McAlister's story) and a gift from my favorite store, Lover's Lane.

All you have to do is visit Romantic Interludes and leave a comment on any post from Feb.1st until midnight the 14 th, the holiday for love... Valentine's Day .

Names will be placed into a drawing and the winner will be picked and announced on February 15.

Flash Fiction ~ Year of the Rabbit Goddess

Meet the hero ~ Commander D’Hythur

Yes, in honor of the Chinese Year of the Rabbit, that began on Thursday, February 3rd, I wrote a flash scene. Given I love most everything paranormal, fantasy and history, I set the scene in antediluvian times, when goddesses and gods ruled the Earth.

It also occurred to me that with the rise of the feminine during the Aquarian Age, the rabbit as a symbol is perfect. One of the best resources I’ve found, so far, is The Symbolism of Rabbits and Hares by Terri Windling ~ endicott-studio.com/rdrm/rrRabbits.html ~ of course, this is wonderful info for all of us shapeshifter authors, as well.
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Year of the Rabbit Goddess

Shishaza stepped from the intergalactic jet onto the silvery granite platform. Standing high above the landing-port city, she sniffed the paradisiacal air of Atlantis.

Her nose quivered with the abundance of blossoms. She adored their fragrances, and planned on nibbling a banquet of petals at her leisure.

Raising her tall furred ears, she swivelled them listening to the subtle and symphonic bell tones that maintained the energetic harmony of the city. Made out of limestone and granite, the architecture resonated with the lovely sounds. As well, the added frequency of sunbeams on the stone naturally warmed the high altitude area.

With a quick shake of her rabbit tail, Shishaza slid her hand onto her thigh. Sensually enjoying the satiny feel of her pearl-blue bodysuit, she swayed down the long stairway.

Taking her time, Shishaza gazed at the impressive surroundings, both the city’s circular layout and the untamed mountain spires that appeared endless. That is, until she caught sight of Commander D’Hythur, Atlantean Liaison to the Otherworlds.

Her heart thumpity-thumped as she paused and gave him a wave. While Shishaza had arrived in her official capacity as representative for her planet federation, she had first met the Commander aboard a galac-tation cruiser.

Their attraction had been immediate, and a wild carnal force to be reckoned with the more they encountered each other. Yet, circumstance had conspired against them time and again. Their few kisses had been hypernova hot. Even now, Shishaza trembled as she recalled his seductive handling of her ears.

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D’Hythur saluted a wave. His cock gave it’s own strong salute to the beauty who had him tamed to her slim hand. Surprising, since they had been unable to consummate their gale-force passion for each other.

By the gods, he’d given up his voracious rutting appetite because all he could do was envision her beneath him. On top of him. Her long, cinnamon and gold tresses tickling his chest as they mindlessly bucked, climbing to the heights of pleasure.

Edging to the front of the small crowd, he watched his gorgeous rabbit goddess glide down the platform steps. Every languorous movement of her curves seduced him, especially the shape of her thighs -- blatantly long and lush.

The landing platform’s marble stairway was designed to acclimate a new arrival to the vibration of Atlantis. D’Hythur observed her aura energies shift and swirl. The colors were the same vibrant shades of the blooms she cultivated and dined on, with deep violet being predominant.

Beneath the shimmer-white sun, the dark cocoa fur of her ears shone. Their elegance always bewitched him. How he ached to stroke them now, and watch her topaz colored eyes transmute to desire. Just as he desperately wanted to caress her velveteen skin, only creamy shades lighter than her ears.

Briefly, D’Hythur shut his eyes, remembering the sassy twitch of her buff tan tail. She’d relentlessly teased him during the cruise, shaking the silky puff just for him -- whenever she’d caught him looking in her direction.

Once Shishaza gracefully stepped onto the walkway, a smile lit up her soft captivating features. She strolled toward him, her hand lightly placed on her hip.

D’Hythur mentally groaned. Torment was a mild description for the way his rabbit woman’s sleek, but stunningly curvaceous body affected him.

Once they stood face to face, he grinned at her in a manner that was rare for him -- except when he’d spoken with her via a primitive talk-screen. It had been their only form of communication since they’d parted over a year ago.

Early on, they had chosen not to meet as lovers on the astral plane. It would have meant the denial of her appointment as a federation representative.

Now, she was finally his, even if he could not officially court her. However, D’Hythur had conceived a plan after spending months researching a way for them to be together.

“Commander D’Hythur, Atlantean Liaison to the Otherworlds,” she formally, but huskily greeted.

“Federation Representative Shishaza, welcome to Atlantis, empire of land and sea.” He pressed her extended hand between his hands, as was the custom. “I shall escort you to your residence.”

Hoping he appeared merely professional, D’Hythur placed her arm atop the length of his. Her hand squeezed his wrist for an instant.

“Shishi,” he rasped above a whisper.

With his blood pumping fierce as a volcanic tidal wave, he moved them toward the temple portal that would transport them close to his estate.

“My Shishi bunny,” he crooned, once they were out of earshot.

“Dhyth,” she sang in her low dulcet voice.

Wild as a beast, D’Hythur whirled her inside a temple antechamber. He crushed her mouth beneath his, and his rabbit goddess beauty leaped against him, clinging. Their lips fused for long moments, then frantically slid and tangled.

Unlocking their lips, he fondled the plumpness of her mouth with tiny nips. She vibrated a moan, and when he didn’t stop her entire body shuddered against him. Fast and hot.

Hearing the approach of others toward the portal, D’Hythur forced himself to release her, and step back.

“Ohhhhh,” she whimpered. “What are we going to do?”

D’Hythur drank in every soft, moon-round contour of her impassioned face. He waited until her eyelids fluttered, and she gazed at him. Her eyes were huge, a bright haze of desire for him.

“I have a plan, my Shishi,” he growled. His voice would do nothing else.

“What...oh, please.” Her small fingers clutched his hard.

“I have found a place for us to visit, and remain unknown. A pleasure club for shapeshifters. It’s in the far future. Near a town called Talbot’s Peak.”
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~ HAPPY NEW YEAR OF THE RABBIT GODDESS ~

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Flirty Friday- Bringing Back the Passion in a Relationship

Over the course of years of marriage or getting too comfortable can cause a relationship to appear stagnant. Well, it's time to spice up that predictable sex and love life.

* Role play- dress up yourself as well as the bedroom play by acting out some fantasies. If you've always imagined your man as a sexier-than-sexy cowboy then buy him a pair of tight-fitting jeans and cowboy hat to wear when seducing you. Or maybe you've wanted to act out the naughty librarian. Put on that short skirt, the tight revealing sweater and give a little swag to the rear-end. You'll have him begging for a library card before you know it.

* Dinner is served- no one says you have to eat in the kitchen. Bring the kitchen to you bedroom. Serve up those enticing foods in bed. Or better yet, take the bed onto the dining room table. Kitchen and dining room table heights are perfect for making love and great for a change of pace.

* Forget the flowers- instead of wasting money on frivolous flowers and cards, use your imagination. Create a coupon book with special sexual favors as the gift. From back massages to breakfast in bed, these little romantic ideas will get you more than just a smile and a thank-you *trust me.

*Build up the pressure- nothing says "you turn me on" then a sext message with those exact words. Little sexy text messages throughout the day building the desire is all it takes to get some men and women ready for a night of active lovemaking.


* Play a game- make up your own erotic game with its own naughty rules. Put a new twist on Truth or Dare, play the traditional Spin the Bottle or even adapt an adult version of Twister. once you get started the possibilities are endless. Take the game into the bathroom and see how soapy you can get the other person. Gentle touches, soapy rubs and the attention received or given are guaranteed to pay off, whether you're the winner or loser of the game.

* Date Night- find an evening (or afternoon when you can spend the time alone with your partner. Slow dance, eat a light meal and reminisce or just take a meandering walk talking. *Remember to hold hands when walking.*






Dawne Prochilo is an erotic romance author with her newest novella, Room 11, released on Feb 2. Room 11 is available at Secret Cravings Publishing.

Research Whimsy

    Valentine's Day 
I like February! What a month for love.  
    
Here's 13 ways  to use the word  "love"

                                             
   The old fashioned courting couch evolved into a 1) LOVESEAT. Notice how it's curved so that the couple can converse, but can't sit too closely. 
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Oops, they must have gotten too close-- Here's the 2)  LOVE BITE..Okay, this needs no explanation. rawrrrr...   *

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3)  "LOVE APPLE."Now this is interesting. A love apple is actually a tomato. "A tomato moniker that originated in the 16th century when tomatoes from North Africa were known in Italy as pomo dei Mori, "apples of the Moors." That was transliterated to the French pomme d'amour . . . *

4) LOVE IN TENNIS- Okay, I don't know why, but love in tennis means you haven't scored any points (0) (Not so promising in the romance world. lol ) *      
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  5) LOVE CARD  In the United States, Miss Esther Howland is given credit for sending the first valentine LOVE  cards. Commercial valentines were introduced in the 1800's and became an immediate success                    
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6)LOVE SPOON- In Wales wooden love spoons were carved and given as gifts on February 14th. Hearts, keys and keyholes were favorite decorations on the spoons. The decoration meant, "You unlock my heart!"
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      7)  We also have the LOVE SONG-- "Love Train"  a hit single by the O'Jays, written by Kenny Gamble and Leon Huff. Released in 1973, it reached number one on both the R&B Singles and the Billboard Hot 100 charts^[1] 

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  8) LOVE BIRDS-Can't leave out the love birds, so named because they are any of various small Old World parrots, especially of the genus Agapornis, often kept as cage birds and noted for the apparent affection between mates.

"How do I love thee? Let me count the ways. I love thee to the depth and breadth and height My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight For the ends of Being and ideal Grace. ...I love thee with the breath, Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose, I shall but love thee better after death." 

 * 9) LOVE POEMS -Sonnet 43- A Love Poem by Elizabeth Barrett Browning.   * 

                
10) LOVE SICK- But no, there are those who suffer from Love Sickness     * 
               

11)  The CELTIC LOVE KNOT is a symbol of eternal love. It conveys the intimate relationship between lovers. 
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12) LOVE LOCK- yes, it's a hank of hair. n. - A long lock of hair hanging prominently by itself; an earlock; -- worn by men of fashion in the reigns of Elizabeth and James I. 
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`13) LOVE STORIES-- My very favorite of course. Try a western romance and love a cowboy tonight.!

For more research whimsy, visit me @ Gem's Place. 

  

    

      Happy Valentine's Day everyone.

    I hope to see you next weekend when we're 
Spreading the Love  on another great author blog tour.

Erotic Novella Release: Room 11

My newest erotic romance short story Room 11 is being released today- it's been 18 months since I had a release so this novella really inspired me to get back to writing. It seemed like life got in the way most days of writing. Since Room 11 was accepted, and now published, I've had two more books accepted and I'm anxiously awaiting their releases in March and May.




Romance novelist Paige Sinclair has always had a crush on her old high school
classmate, Rob. Decades later they meet by chance through a social network
website. They decide to meet up for a no-strings attached day of sex in a motel
room.

These are the kinds of fantasies Paige writes for a living. She never expected
to live one herself...let alone with Rob.

After a day of romping in the proverbial hay, confessions are exposed. Can the duo survive the truth?

Here's an excerpt from Room 11...

Parking next to the truck, Room 11 straight ahead. Her heart skipped a beat, her mouth went dry. Swallowing became difficult.

“Stop it, Paige,” scolding herself. “You've been waiting for this for weeks...months...years, if you were being honest with yourself.”

Thinking about BOB, her Battery Operated Boyfriend, at home, Paige realized a real man's cock would soon be penetrating her. Though BOB was the perfect boyfriend that never collected dust, her body craved more. BOB's claim to fame was always being ready to please, never demanding her attention, didn't want to cuddle after pleasuring her.

Remaining tucked away in her nightstand drawer until the next round of horniness erupted.
Paige began thinking about the last time a man had shared her bed...a real man with a hard dick plunging into her soft pussy.

Sighing, yes, it been that long.

A movement out of the corner of her eye brought her back to the present. It was him.

Rob.

Standing in the doorway of Room 11, his muscular body filled the threshold. His powerful thighs encased in tight denim, his broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his tee-shirt to the maximum; his face appeared full of anxiety with little happiness visible.

At least I'm not the only one anxious or scared.


Room 11 is available on amazon and here.

It's Groundhog Day

Groundhog

Did you see your shadow this morning when you rose from bed? No? Let's hope the local groundhog didn't either or it'll be six more weeks of winter. Brrr... I shiver just thinking about it.

The lovely little beastie on the left has a body perfectly made for digging in the dirt and burrowing. On Feb 2nd each year, when the local groundhog at the zoo pops out of his/her burrow, the world waits to see whether the groundhog notices its shadow. If it does - six weeks of winter; if not, an early spring.

Cat

Personally, I'd rather put my faith in a cat. They don't much care whether it's raining or shining, so long as they get their three squares, a few snacks, a scratch behind the ear, and a long undisturbed nap. Ah, that's the life. In fact, there's not much better!

 Here are a few more animal-related holidays to enjoy this year. I'd like to know how to celebrate the respect-a-chicken month though. Any ideas?

It's National Month of...

Adopt-a-Rescued-Bird Month: (January)

National Wild Bird Feeding Month:  (February)

Responsible Pet Owners Month: (February)

National Cat Health Month: (February)

Pet Dental Health Month: (February)

Adopt-a-Rescued Rabbit Month: (February)

Adopt-a-Rescued-Guinea Pig Month: (March)

Dolphin Awareness Month (March)

Adopt-a-Rescued-Guinea Pig Month: (March)

Prevention of Animal Cruelty Month: (April)

National Frog Month: (April)

World Habitat Awareness Month -
Learn how to protect the havitat of all Earth's creatures.

Zoo and Aquarium Month (April)

National Duckling Month: (May)

International Respect for Chickens Month & Day (May 4)

Disaster Preparedness Month: (June)

Adopt-a-Shelter-Cat Month: (June)

Adopt-a-Cat Month: (June)

Zoo and Aquarium Month (June)

Wild About Wildlife Month: (July)

National Catfish Month: (August) Food or Fish?

World Animal Day & Month (October)

Adopt-a-dog Month: (October)

Adopt-a-Shelter-Dog Month: (October)

Adopt-a-Senior-Pet Month: (November)

New Release: Power of Attraction

I'm excited about my new release available today. Here is the blurb and Excerpt for Power of Attraction:

Power of Attraction
By: Taige Crenshaw
Total-E-Bound
Coming January 31, 2011
ISBN #: 978-0-85715-451-4
Series: Blackstone Haven ~ Book One
Genre: Paranormal
Length: Novel
Format: E-Book
Buy Here

A man will come to you in the darkest moon. The trees will shade and protect your union of the soul. Before the final step to merge your body is taken, a choice must be made.

Peyton Blackstone, a natural born witch, knew from the prophecy that accompanied her birth that a man would come to her. Yet, when the man who is set to be her’s arrives, Peyton isn’t ready for him or the ramifications his coming will cause. This man who deals with reality has a few secrets of his own--secrets that could very well destroy them both.

Wesley McCarty believes the woman he meets under the moonlight is not real. Suffering from unexplained blackouts, he believes he is losing his mind. When he sees her again, he realizes not only is his fantasy woman real, but she is within his reach. He must have her, no matter the cost. Nothing will stop him. Not his blackouts, or any legacies or prophecies. He will have this woman who sets his blood on fire and completes his soul.

Legacies, destiny, and prophecy can not withstand this power of attraction.

Excerpt for Power of Attraction:

Wesley was amused by the look of fury mixed with distress on Ian’s normally affable face. He turned, interested in seeing the person who caused such a reaction. Shocked emerald green eyes stared at him. His heart skipped a beat.

Wesley hungrily took in the woman from the forest. She was real. He wasn’t losing his mind. Unconsciously, he took a step towards her. She backed up a step.

Fury filled him. She had run from him once, and she wasn’t doing it again. With a determined stride, he closed the space between them and grabbed her arm. She tried to shrug him off. He changed his grip and yanked her against his body. A shudder racked him as their bodies touched. The scent of cinnamon and vanilla he had thought he imagined cloyed around them. He felt her shiver in reaction. Her eyes heated then went cool.

A click sounded behind him. Absently, he looked away from her compelling gaze. He stilled at the sight of the gun trained on him. The wrath in the other woman’s amber gaze let him know she was waiting for an excuse to blow him away. Her features, so much like those of the woman he held, told him they were somehow related.

The woman in his arms moved against him. The feel of her soft breasts against his chest drove all sane thought from his mind. He turned and jerked her up into his arms.

“Wrap your legs around me,” Wesley growled.

The woman’s eyes narrowed, but she clamped her legs around his waist.

“Don’t order me around.” Her husky voice stroked along his senses.

He put his face close to hers. “Don’t give me reason to.”

She jerked back. He clamped his hands on her ass to hold her against him. She stilled. Wesley gritted his teeth at the feel of her jean-clad mound against him. His mind flashed to the forest and their kiss. He saw the answering flare in her green gaze.

Copyright © Taige Crenshaw, 2011.
All Rights Reserved, Total E Bound.

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Sultry Sunday- Questioning Pen Names

When I first started writing professionally in 1999 as a newspaper stringer, I always used my real name. I still do. Most local people know me and my family and, normally, newspapers frown upon writers using pseudonyms. Which was fine with me, I am who I am.

Then I started advancing my writing career. I became a published author, I write online articles (the topic is mainly sex related) and I was asked to be an administrative editor for a review website. Further advancement found me reviewing adult toys, writing for adult based websites and having a weekly radio segment gig with some great (but rock radio station raunchiness) DJ's. So far I have loved the ride...but all this so-called fame has me questioning my name.

Dawne Prochilo is the name I've gone by for the last decade and I like it. It is me and I am it. So why now am I doubting my "writing name".

Let me start by saying, my name is now public. Not just for the locals who read the newspaper but for the world to see on facebook, twitter and every other social networking website where millions of people, fans and, *sigh*, perverted lonely men can see me. I mean, have you ever googled your name? I did that recently...and WOW, I am so out there for the general public.

After some research I discovered I'm the only Dawne Prochilo in the US, my name is easily searched through yellowpages and my home address is effortlessly seen. So, now I'm wondering, all these other authors who did choose a pen name, am I jealous of them? In some ways yes, very jealous.

Their privacy is not invaded. Their home life is still private.

But alas, it's too late for a pen name- I've already made a place for myself (and my name) in the romance genre of writing.

So I've decided in my next life, I will have a pen name. Something erotic, something sexy. Now just to figure out what that name will be.

Positions in Ménage a Trois

Position Dilemma

Vivien Jackson and I have written a scorching hot, little erotic novella that we hope will find a publishing home soon. It is a Regency ménage a trois, with two delicious lords and their lady. Each scene was a total blast to write, and imagining what would come next always made me giddy.

After writing the first draft, we hopped into the fun world of revisions. One of the things that cropped up was that we had both envisioned the actual “sex position” differently. It is the last thing left that we are massaging to perfection, prior to sending it out there to submissionlandia.

So, I thought I would come here to ask those seasoned ménage authors, and readers, what is realistic positioning in ménage, and what would you shake your head on, thinking no way! It would never happen like that! What’s the author smoking?


Up first is a scrumptious pose, where each of the males is reclining on either side of their lover. It’s the perfect lady–in-the-middle position. Legs aren’t so tangled up, and can find places to brace or use for leverage. Hands and arms have plenty of room to touch and enjoy. Weight is distributed evenly.
Second, is the classic- is it called ‘ménage a missionary’ or something- one man on top and one man on the bottom. This seems to have many possibilities. The top can be kneeling on the bed, standing on the floor, or lying atop the woman. This position could cause a bit of a tangle up with the legs. Inadvertent or purposeful touches will definitely happen. The guy on the bottom will have much weight to deal with, as he will have both the lady and the guy on him. Still, this entry point into her body could offer a whole slew of sensations. Plus, she has a strong male chest to lie upon.

Third, there is the straddle. This can be done with the lady sitting on the lap of one man, facing him while the other comes up behind her. If she gets bored of that---oh sure---she can turn around and face the other man. Since they are sitting up, all the legs and arms would have to be arranged for maximum space and pleasure. I think, in this position, one lover would have to be standing.

Which has me pondering….is there any way to ménage while everyone, or at least the guys, are standing up? Does it require a wall or something for support?

Is there even a doggy-style ménage position?

What about lesser used positions? I think I need to get my hands on a Kama Sutra Ménage-style picture book. I’m sure that furniture and mattresses can be used to aid each placement of a lover, too.

Have you read any really cool positions of ménage lovers?

Since Vivien and I have started plotting out the next story, featuring the same sexy lords, we surely could use some options to muse on, consider which works nicely, and choose from, so please, do share.

Have a wonderful Sensual Saturday.

Christa

All photos found at tumblr #smutclub

Flirty Friday Flirting Tips

I hooked up with my husband when I was fifteen, so my memories of flirting are very John Hughes: staring longingly across the cafeteria at the popular high school senior. Keep that image in mind when I tell you this: Not too long ago, one of my pals got a divorce and was, in her effort to define and gain confidence in her post-marriage self, thinking about hitting the bar scene. But she had a problem. She confessed that she'd been with her (recent) ex for so long that she no longer remembered how to flirt. She asked me for advice.

Surely I, as a writer of salacious things, would be able to help her. Er, good thing you can't see me blushing in my complete humiliation. Undaunted, I did what I usually do in situations like this: I went a'Googling. And yowie, the things I found out!

The Best Internet Advice on Flirting

1. Stock up on cologne, breath fresheners, and lip gloss. (Never mind that there's a whole segment of the population that is either allergic to or can't stand the aforementioned chemical-o-rama.)

2. Lower your expectations. (Now there's some good advice for folks already on the low end of the confidence spectrum.)

3. Look nervous, but don't be nervous. (That is, play with your hair, nibble your lips, giggle for no good reason, and fidget, but don't worry about the bleak inevitable looming failure.)

4. Pretend to be offended or annoyed with the person you wish to entice. In addition, this expert advises invading your target's personal space and in general being as sitcom irritating as you possibly can. Try poking, punching, and insulting, too. (I am assuming this is fourth-grade advice, but it looked pretty literate for the ten-year-old set.)

5. Preen. "Try some hair stroking, posture enhancing, neck exposing, hip tilting (if standing), clothes straightening or lip licking -- all with the intention of calling attention to [your] attractiveness."

In the end, my friend chose to do none of these things. She asked a guy pal to come over and watch some sci-fi TV reruns, and lo! they've been married a few years now. I deeply suspect that the Internet experts are a little off when it comes to stoking romance.

Thursday Thirteen - 13 Tips for a Romantic Bath

The beauty of winter and the long nights may offer many opportunities for romance but it also affects several of us by placing a grey cloud over us. For the single person, loneliness and fatigue may set in; for couples, the romance may become stagnant. It's time to turn the season around, make your own fun, add some romance into your life.

1. Rose Petals
One of the most common symbols for romance, the rose is not only a beautiful addition to your bath water and/or bath area it is delightfully fragrant as well.


2. Bubble Bath
Bubble bath comes in so many varieties it can be hard to choose the right one. If you know your partner has a special favorite, use that one. If not, try something a little creative like bubble bath in a champagne bottle.

3. Mood Music
Initiate a romantic environment with a little calm and relaxing mood music. Many stores offer nature or mood themed music. Pick out a CD that will help you create the exact mood you desire.

4. Candlelight
Restore that healthy glow with a liberal sprinkling of candlelight. Tea lights are easy to use, make little mess and are easy to throw away once cooled. Don't place candles where you may splash water on them.


5. Bath Loofah or Accessories
Why not give each other the ultimate bath and spa experience with a little skin pampering? Go shopping together and pick out a few fun bath products in a scent you both love

6. Skin Care
Take care of each others' skin and try new exfoliants or other skin improving products.

7. Hair Care
Give each other a complete hair washing, including combing out their hair during the conditioning process



8. Champagne
Celebrate your time together with a romantic toast. Use this couple time to renew promises or vows with each other. Or, just revel in actually having couple time.



9. Try a fun, sensual bath game.

10. Warm, Fluffy Towels
Put your towels in the dryer for a few minutes for a warm and toasty after-bath treat. Take turns drying each other off for a more intimate experience.

11. Mood Inviting Bath Soak
Bath soaks are usually a blend of ingredients you add to your bath water to create a desired effect, such as a sore muscle soak, stress-easing soak or relaxation soak. Most bath and body and drug stores carry bath soak products.

12. Privacy
A romantic moment is easily ruined with unwanted disruptions. Arrange your water play encounter at a time when you can be together alone. A great way to do this and create the perfect memorable night is staying at hotel with a spa or Jacuzzi tub in your room.

13. Shower Power When you don't have time to take a nice bubble bath with your partner, opt for a nice, hot, candlelit shower with incense and music. This is wonderful for mornings because it refreshes the mind for the day.


Mary Quast is the author of the sensual Soul Series. Check out her blog, Romantic Interludes during the month of February as she celebrates the 2nd anniversary of her 2nd book, Tormented Soul. Leave a comment during the month and have a chance to win a signed copy of Tormented Soul and a special gift from Lover's Lane.