Mojo Monday

Look at this photo.

Then give yourself 15 minutes to write whatever comes to mind.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Enjoy six sentences I selected from my newest release, Handcuffs & Silk.

Once inside, she slid out of his arms and stepped back to gaze at him. Everything else faded around her until only the magnificent man standing in front of her held her attention. Sex appeal coupled with willingness to satisfy equaled a very appealing combination in a one-night stand. His body radiated a power she wanted to tap. When he embraced her, their bodies fit together in a way promising extreme pleasure. Hunter lifted his arms out from his sides “Do I meet your approval, ma’am?”


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Friday Flirts

I’m not sure if I’d use any of these as pick up lines or text messages.... but...

1. If I have a strong desire, don't say it is a sin. I'm already on fire, and just want to touch your skin.

2. In my dreams you're mine, in my life you're a dream.

3. You're eyes are soft and tender, as sweet as they can be. There's one thing you must remember, you are the one for me!!!

4. Your daddy must be a terrorist. Because you are DA BOMB!

5. If love is a crime, lock me up, I'm guilty baby!

6. I dream those eyes, those lips, that face, that body...Ok, enough about ME! Tell me something about you!

7. Never make love in the garden or in the fields...... Love might be blind but your neighbors aren't!

8. I think I should tell you what people are saying behind your back.... Nice Ass!!!!!!!

9. Do you know that you would look great with two pounds less ... in my opinion those clothes weigh exactly two pounds!

10. Love is a name, Sex is a game. Forget the name and play the game!

11. Do you know what position 68 means? .......You are doing me and I owe you one!!

Yeah... some are pretty corny. LOL Come on... admit it... which one would you use?

Mary Quast
New Release Handcuffs & Silk

New: WINGING IT by Sandra Sookoo

Sandra Sookoo's writing fairies! Here's the skinny:

Joy and despair, light and dark, you can’t have one without the other.

Devlin Addams has recently returned home from Afghanistan. Haunted by memories that he survived the fighting while his buddies didn't, as well as chased by the knowledge his mom is crazy, he’s having trouble acclimating himself to civilian life. Now, armed with a dog and a therapist, he constantly battles the urge to end it all.

Lia Farry—because her Fae name is a mouthful—has tumbled into the Mortal Realm through the Veil between worlds by mysterious circumstances. Thrust into a new and harsh human existence, finding anything to be happy about is hard. If she can’t go home, she’ll have to make it work.

Forced to interact, Dev’s protective instincts kick in, but he’s unprepared for the onslaught of lust Lia represents. He wants a normal life but not at the expense of getting involved. Lia knows she soothes his torment yet she’s battling her own problems. Desiring Dev is a dangerous prospect. Add in a meddling Fae queen and suddenly life as they know it will change forever. Love is at stake. A leap of faith is all they have to depend on.

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Excerpt:

When Lia slowly turned, Dev stiffened, backing away a step until his back crashed into the opposite wall. The dressing room wasn’t big enough for both of them and definitely not now that she stalked him while mischief sparkled in her eyes.

“You need to get dressed.” He edged toward the door but she caught him in a corner, holding him still with only light pressure on his arm. His pulse roared in his ears, pumping as hard as if he’d run three miles at the gym, waking each nerve ending and rushing to his groin.

“I will. First, show me how to adjust the bra.” She pushed her lips into a pout that almost had his knees buckling. “Who else can I ask? I don’t know anyone.” The hand on his arm slid up to his shoulder, then further to caress his neck where her fingers tentatively brushed along his jaw and cheek.

Everywhere she touched sent heat lingering over his skin. His breath caught. Never had he been so terrified--not even during the darkest hours in Afghanistan when certain death was imminent. Now, caught in this ridiculous woman’s pull, he had no idea how to act or what to do, yet her air of vulnerability captivated him, compelled his sense of honor not to abandon her.

“I’m waiting, Dev.”

Her scent filled his nostrils with a mix of faint flowers and the juice she’d spilled earlier, reminding him she still looked like one of Peter Pan’s lost boys, except she was definitely not a boy. She pressed closer and her very feminine curves settled against him as if they’d been created just for him. He swallowed, trying to force moisture into his dry throat. It was a losing battle, like attempting to keep his rapidly fading willpower in the forefront of his mind.

Dev gripped her hips, holding her against him for brief seconds before he slid his hands to her waist, enjoying the softness of her skin. When she gave a tiny gasp of surprise, he stared into her eyes and watched as the pupils darkened with the same lust coursing unchecked through his system. Damn it. His brain screamed a warning, imploring him to find out more about her before taking this next, irreversible step. The fact that his body reacted to her so easily was cause for alarm, but he couldn’t pull away.

He urged his hands higher until he gently cupped her breasts, now hidden by the pink satin. The tip of her tongue darted out to moisten her bottom lip. Dev bit back a curse. In desperation, he made a deal with himself. If he could get some questions answered, find out exactly why and how she’d arrived on his doorstep, then he’d kiss her—but that was it. Just to take the edge off the hormones that raged inside. His breath rasped in his chest and he nodded. Good plan. The pads of his thumbs skimmed along the slippery satin, recalling the situation. The key to surviving her crashing into his life was to keep her clothed and busy so he wouldn’t be tempted. It had to be this way if either of them was to survive.

“Touch me, Dev. It’ll make you happy.” A tremble danced through her body, so intense he felt it in his fingertips.

The words snapped him back into a normal frame of mind. His lip curled in a sneer. As if I have any right to be happy, not after the things I’ve done, the lives I’ve taken. This crap has to end--now. With the efficient movements every military member possessed, he slipped a hand into one of the bra’s cups and adjusted her boob so it lay correctly in the garment, then he repeated the action with the other one. When her nipples pebbled from the interaction, he ignored them.

Gripping her shoulders, he firmly removed her from his personal space. “Put the damn clothes on, or I will haul your half-naked ass out of this store over my shoulder. Do you understand?”

“But—” Oh, hell, was her bottom lip actually quivering?

“I don’t want to hear it.” He also ignored the sudden hurt and confusion that sprang into her expression. “We’re going home and will get some sleep--in separate beds.” He added the last part in case she had other ideas. “In the morning I’m going to the gym, followed by my shrink. When I come back, I’m taking you home. That’s it.”

He took another look at her, nearly naked with the best rack he’d seen in a long time, and heaved a sigh. Unless the agreed-upon mental deal he’d struck could be put into play first. Despite her side trips into potential crazy town, he kinda liked hearing her talk. Somehow, it made him feel less alone and more human.

“Okay, Dev, if that’s what you want.”

“Good. That’s what I want.” No matter how much the tears in her eyes made him feel like the lowest form of pond scum, there needed to be some ground rules going forward.

Turning, he fumbled with the sliding lock on the dressing room door, and once he’d yanked the panel open, he shot outside, never once looking back.

Tomorrow couldn’t come fast enough, and there was still the night to get through.

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Do you rely on muse or discipline?

I took a writing class some years ago, and my teacher was a midlist genre writer who'd gotten his first contract after submitting an unagented manuscript and making it through the slush pile. Impressed, all us students had the same question for him: How did you do it?

His answer was simple and sobering: he wrote. A thousand words every day, no matter what. Even if they were crappy words, he made them happen. He'd wake up early, go to sleep late, put off deadlines for other, seemingly more important, projects. His wife had some nicknames for his word-count focus, he said, though he didn't say what they were.

They probably didn't include the word muse.

As a creature of significantly less discipline, I rely on the muse, on feeling the story, on letting it write itself. Because when it works, when the muse is speaking to me, it feels so damned good. Like magic. Like winning. Like sex. On the flip side, when the muse isn't talking to me, I feel like such a fraud.

I'm trying to break my dependence on her, that on-again off-again bitch, but it's hard going. I keep thinking about my teacher and his insistence on a thousand words a day, no matter what. He wrote his first novel while in law school, so I know he wasn't exactly swimming in spare time. Surely I can carve out time every day for a thousand stinking words. Surely. Maybe that's the difference between a hobbyist and a professional writer, this ability to churn words even when you aren't feeling it.

I just keep reminding myself that one of the three original Greek muses was Melete, practice.

New Releases: Ragged Edge & Impulse Control

While a new book releasing isn't new for me, two books releasing around the same time, is. Not to mention, both releases are with different publishers, both of which are also 1st times. That's a lot of firsts!

This Wednesday, July 13, my first Ellora's Cave title releases:

Ragged Edge

Buy Link: http://www.jasminejade.com/p-9448-ragged-edge.aspx

Dalton is no stranger to hitting rock bottom. He’s worked hard to turn his life around. Now he has a quiet life, a successful business and a no-strings-attached arrangement for sex with Kincade. Everything is just as it should be. Then a late-night rendezvous is interrupted by a sexy newcomer, and Dalton realizes something is missing.

Caught up in the intense passion the men share, Erin finds herself fighting her desire to run or to get between these two hard bodies. She’s convinced her attraction is wrong. However, a little persuasion from both Dalton and Cade convinces her she belongs with and between them.

Erin’s surrender becomes Dalton’s reawakening. A BDSM master, Dalton is in his element wielding command, and soon the threesome fill their nights with mind-blowing pleasure. But when a piece of Dalton’s past resurfaces, it threatens the very foundation he’s built and could put him back at the bottom.

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable including but not limited to: D/s, bondage, m/m, m/m/f, anal play/sex, voyeurism


And, next Friday, my first title with Decadent Publishing releases:

Impulse Control

Info link: http://www.sarabrookes.net/sypricon-masters/impulse-control/

Planetary Deputy Chief Marshal Selene Orasova is looking for a reminder pleasure still exists in the universe. Fresh off her latest case, she heads to Tawse, a BDSM club on the planet Sypricon. However, upon her arrival she finds the club almost empty as nearly all the staff has been hired out for the night. Disappointed, she starts to leave, only to walk face first into a wall of muscle.

Vaughn, one of the few Doms at the club Selene hasn’t been under the command of, is immediately intrigued by the hard edged cop. A few instructions and she’s easily under his guidance. However, Vaughn quickly discovers Selene has a problem relinquishing total control. She likes to top from the bottom and that isn’t something Vaughn will stand for. Determined to correct her, Vaughn pushes her limits with a little impulse control.

Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable including but not limited to: D/s, bondage, flogging


Two very different books that I hope you'll take the time to enjoy.

Sexcerpt ~ Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds

Sunday afternoon greetings, here’s the Adult Excerpt featured at Siren-BookStrand’s buy page for KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS.

I chose a different scene. However, I asked them to choose another one, if they wanted to, because I wasn’t certain what would be the best one for promo.

This scene takes place as Kandy, Zol, and Zin are binding together as a magickally powerful triad.
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SEXCERPT ~

Zin seized his exquisite witch’s haunches, lifting her high. Black blazes of lust consumed him as he stared at her moon-pale ass. Aiming his lava-hard cock, he plunged inside her sheath and straight to her core.

“Zin.”

Her whispered scream of his name told him what he wanted to know. She wanted more of his binding essence. Buried inside her, he held her tight and spewed.

“Yes, oh yes!” she cried out.

Her slick sheath welcomed him, even as she squeezed his pillar-like length unmercifully. Convulsing with orgasmic rapture, her supple hips arched higher, and she sang moans.

Zol swept his hands along the lovely curves of her sides, caressing her petite body wherever he could reach. With their extreme pleasure mutual, he and Zol connected gazes briefly.

“Goddess, your Vesuvius cock feels good,” she praised. “I think I’m going orgasmically insane.”

Bathed in her sweetfire juices, Zin drew in her sexual force, what she as their one witch naturally surrendered to him. “Kandace, I feel your sacrament.”

“Sacrament.” She breathed out.

“You are our witch.” Zol softly growled. “Your precious energy fills us.”

“Goddess, I’m the one filled.”

Whimpering with the exultation of her release, she collapsed on Zol, her body gleaming and gorgeous. An indescribably sweet torrent of her orgasmic essence flooded Zin. He howled his own primal pleasure. His grip on her hips remained unrelenting as he ascended to Mt. Olympus heights.

“Kandace. My Kandy Apple.” Zin kept her tight against his loins, savoring the incomparable carnal feel of her ass.

“It’s begun,” Zol announced.

“Yes, the smell of irises in bloom.” Zin slitted his gaze enough to witness the purple mist forming around them.

“Irises,” she murmured. “The fragrance is divine.” Lifting her head, she rested her chin on Zol’s chest.

Tenderly, he embraced her head between his palms and raised her face, so their lips sealed in an enduring kiss that Zin felt as a rapturous zap of lightning straight up his shaft.

“Such temptress lips, darling.” Zol nibbled her bottom lip, and Zin surged with his twin’s enjoyment.

Opening his eyes slowly, Zin watched streams of purple swirl around Kandace, the flow in harmony with her supernatural force.

“Mmmm…now, I’m smelling violets. I feel all purply.”

“That means it’s my turn.” Zol nipped her pert nose with his lips, and Zin spun with his twin’s savage need to possess their witch.

“Oh, really. Zin’s monolith is still filling me.”

Relaxing his hold on her hips, Zin eased his cock from her sheath, still pulsing around him delightfully. He watched Zol sweep his palms down Kandace’s back, then seize her haunches.

“Purple passion.” Zol growled.

“Hard,” she whispered.

Kandace widened her thighs as Zol positioned her above his lava-black cock. Leaning back, Zin watched Kandace grip his twin’s shoulders and hold on. Zol thrust his hips sharply. His shaft, dripping with his molten flame, plunged through her small sex altar.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she breathily chanted. “Goddess, there is purple everywhere.”

Smoldering with Zol’s pleasure, Zin answered the question within her voice. “We are creating an etheric cauldron, combining our powers for use as a triad.”

“Oooh…I am bubbly and bubbling. It’s like lilac champagne.”

Around them, the various shades of purple intensified, a whirlwind of their power vibrations. Zin followed his emanations as their energy streams twisted like serpents, then whipped into a vortex, becoming three cyclones that fused and unfused in a constant, brewing dance.

“You’re tingling me divinely like champagne. I’m bubbling over, Kandy love.” Zol passionately stroked their witch’s curvaceous thighs.

“Oh, Zol, you are monolithic. Please—”

Before she finished, Zol slid her up his shaft. He struck deep, groaning from the depths of his beast nature.

Claiming her peach-shaped butt with his hands, Zin caressed as she mewed in utter ecstasy.

Zol nipped her throat, then planted kisses along the delicate column of her neck. “That is what you wanted, darling.”

“Yes, hard. That Vesuvius cock of yours is sorcery inside me.” Kandace undulated daintily, shoving her ass against Zin’s hands. “I can’t get enough of your kisses either.”

Zin gradually pressed his thumbs along her butt crack, then slid strokes on the juicy flesh.

“I must be binding. Both of you, I want both of you. Zol, Zin.” She paused, inhaling as if she didn’t quite believe it. “Oooh, now I smell the purple…like a field of lavender.”

“Both of us?” Zin rasped his own need for more of their witch. He rubbed his thumb pad over the puckered rim of her little butthole, enticing her.
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Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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KANDY APPLE AND HER HELLHOUNDS is available for pre-order at Siren-BookStrand. The ebook release date is July 12, 2011. Print release is scheduled for December 2011.
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Have a Magickal Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Monogamy Sucks for George Pappas

Monogamy Sucks is an erotica novel written in diary format by George Pappas. As I read it, it reminded me of a male’s version of Sex in the City, only with the quest being sex and not attachment and the city being Los Angeles and not New York. In the novel, the main character, Jake Dalmas, decides he’s fed up with restrictive monogamous relationships. He wants variety and lots of it, but he doesn’t want to lie, cheat, or pay for it to get it. Thus he embarks on a swinging sexual adventure. Monogamy Sucks offers a frank and graphic, and frequently humorous, look at one man’s sexual exploration and quest. I’m pleased to interview the author, George Pappas.

Cara: How would you as the author describe Monogamy Sucks?

George: My latest novel Monogamy Sucks is truly a wild ride into the male sexual psyche. It is an unconventional exploration of a Long Beach, Calif. man’s mid-thirties lust crisis and his ensuing sexy, intriguing, and humorous journey into the swinging lifestyle. I call it real life erotica or reality fiction. The story is told in the form of a fictional diary by my book’s protagonist Jake Dalmas, who is looking for answers to deal with his growing disillusionment with conventional relationships and monogamy. Along the way, he discovers some misconceptions about swingers and new aspects about himself. It is frank, funny, shocking at times, and above all – painfully honest.


Cara: I understand that Monogamy Sucks is “loosely based” on your own experiences. Can you speak to that and to what prompted you to write the novel?

George: This book project all started with my own mid-thirties lust crisis. I had grown disenchanted with relationships and monogamy and craved something new in the mid 1990s. It led me on an interesting and strange journey into the swinging lifestyle. However, I wasn’t intending to write a book. I was looking for a good time and to relieve my sexual boredom. When I told my friends about my experiences they were fascinated and suggested I write about it. That helped me realize that these sexy, bizarre, funny and even at times inspirational encounters would make an interesting novel. Kind of an edgy male response to “Sex in the City” and “Bridget Jones Diary.” One reviewer intriguingly called my book “Tucker Max meets Sex in the City.” I think that’s a pretty accurate description.

The story is loosely based on my experiences in the swinging lifestyle, and the stories of others I met along the way, but I want to stress that this is a work of fiction. It’s not non-fiction, a memoir or autobiographical. Jake is a much darker version of myself. He writes and says things I might think, but probably wouldn’t say in real life.

Cara: Monogamy Sucks, but from the story, it appears that so does swinging. Jake doesn’t get the beautiful women he desires, but a lot of skanks he’s not the least bit attracted to. He’s wracked by insecurity and performance anxiety and few of his sexual encounters turn out the way he envisioned or would like. What keeps him going, why persist?

George: Well, my character Jake Dalmas is searching for a more fulfilling sexual life. He persists through the undesirable experiences because he knows the conventional lifestyle of monogamy, traditional relationships and marriage doesn’t work for him. Jake would rather keep searching for a new life rather than retreat to an old one that only leads to more unhappiness for him. He is brave in that way. A lot people I’ve known stay in relationships or marriages for years despite being unhappy and some of them cheat and find solace elsewhere.

I truly wanted the reader experience the journey through Jake’s eyes -- both the good and the bad. I didn’t want to leave anything out either. It was also my intention to provide a clear-eyed view of swinging beyond the fantasies and myths that have been created about this provocative lifestyle. Additionally, I also wanted to dispel some of those myths about swinging.


Cara: How much and in what way do you think real men are like Jake?

George: I believe a lot men in real life have thought about some of the things Jake writes about or experiences in my novel, but not all of them act on it. Jake doesn’t hold back in any way. I intended for him to embody the male sexual mind in all its raw and explicit glory. If many of us men said in real life what Jake writes in my book, we would most likely have trouble meeting women. Of course, women are attracted to bold men so maybe more of us should say what we think. LOL.

Surprisingly, women have really embraced my book more than men have. Maybe it’s because I reveal some hidden aspects of male thinking about sex, relationships and monogamy they would prefer not be exposed or explored publicly.

Cara: What makes men disillusioned with monogamy?

George: Boredom mostly.

Despite all the recent high profile sex scandals, I don’t think men are the only ones disillusioned with monogamy. I believe more women than we have been led to believe are also unhappy with monogamy even if they don’t want to readily admit it.

Frankly, I think a growing number men and women, too, are becoming bored sexually in long term relationships, and are secretly beginning to resent monogamy. There is a lot of temptation out there, and I don’t believe we are monogamous creatures by nature. Monogamy is a tradition imposed or encouraged by society much like marriage is, but the recent surveys and studies about infidelity (and marriage, too!) are troubling and telling a much different story.

Some studies suggest that around 30–40 percent of dating relationships and 18–20 percent of marriages are marked by at least one incident of sexual infidelity, according to the publication “Close encounters: Communication in Relationships.” Some researchers say there's a 50–50 chance today that one partner will have an affair during a marriage. It is estimated that roughly 30 to 60 percent of all married individuals (in the United States) will engage in infidelity at some point during their marriage as referenced on the Truth About Deception Web site. So all is not well with traditional relationships contrary to popular belief.


Cara: Is there a message to Monogamy Sucks? What should men take away from the book? Women?

George: Well, the main message to Monogamy Sucks is that if you’re unhappy with monogamy and conventional relationships that there are alternatives to explore, and monogamy is not all that it is cracked up to be.

I think the message for men is that it is OK to want variety in your sex life and express that in a healthy manner. I believe to deny that part of ourselves as men does not lead to happiness over the long run. Now, that doesn’t mean I am encouraging anyone to cheat, however. I still think men and women should be honest about their desires and talk about them openly and not lie and cheat.

I believe it is the same message for women in that it is healthy to express their true sexual desires as well. However, my book could also provide women keen insight into the male sexual mind, too.


Cara: What do you think are the biggest misconceptions about swinging and the biggest misconceptions about monogamy?

George: I think the biggest misconception about swinging is that swingers are soulless freaks only out to find meaningless pleasure. I learned so much from the swingers that I met. Swingers are no different from anyone else except they have decided to expand their sexual lives. They would rather do that than cheat and lie to their partners. You can see on the news every night how well monogamy is playing out with the latest story of celebrities, athletes or politicians cheating.

Swingers fall in love, have families, houses with picket fences, live in suburbia, work day jobs, go on vacations, and live the normal mainstream life. It’s in the bedroom where they are adventurous. Swingers come from everywhere and exist in almost every country. In fact, you probably know a swinger right now and don’t even know it.

I think the biggest misconception about monogamy is that people assume that it is for everyone and that if you can’t live that way that there must be something wrong with you. There is no right or wrong way to live as long you respect the rights and liberty of others. Whether someone chooses to live monogamously only becomes a moral issue for me when one lies about their real desires and activities. The other misconception is that monogamy helps keep families and marriages together. I don’t think this is true since when people can’t live up to monogamy they lie and cheat causing their spouses and families a great deal of pain and heartache.


Cara: Did the process of writing the book change you in any way?

George: Actually, writing this book helped me become a lot bolder in my personal life and enabled me work out some of my own questions about sex, monogamy and relationships. The experience of writing my novel also has given me confidence as writer to at last pursue my writing dreams. I overcame a lot of fears and doubts in the process of writing my novel, and have developed a thicker skin in dealing with detractors. I’ve also learned the importance of a writer sharing their work online and reaching out through social media. If it wasn’t for my blog and Twitter, I probably wouldn’t have a publishing deal right now. My novel would probably still be sitting in my computer or I would be bringing out myself at some point.


Cara: Any advice for men (or women) who wish to explore swinging or alternative sexual lifestyles?

George: Keep an open mind. Talk about everything before you participate in a swinging encounter if you are a couple. Set up some ground rules so no one gets hurt or there are no misunderstandings. You are expanding your sexual lives not your relationship. This is swinging not polyamory

If you are a single man or woman, just keep in mind that you have been invited to participate in a couple’s sexual lives and nothing more. Keep your head. Once the fun is over, the couple will go back to their married or relationship life and you will go home to seek more future fun as a single swinger. No one wants to ruin anyone else’s relationship. There is a lot erotic pleasure to be discovered for singles and couples in the swinging lifestyle, who approach it in a mature and cool manner.


Cara: What’s next for George Pappas?

George: My next novel about Internet sex and dating is coming out later this summer on Lazy Day Publishing. It has an interesting celebrity angle I can’t reveal right now. I am also writing a paranormal erotica story for a print anthology out in Oct. entitled Indulgence featuring an incredible group of talented Lazy Day Publishing authors. Delving into paranormal erotica is new territory for me. I am very excited about the prospects.

Oh, and I am hoping to finish my sequel to Monogamy Sucks for release by Summer 2012.

Excerpt from Monogamy Sucks by George Pappas


Monogamy sucks.

I came to this sobering realization shortly after my 35th birthday. I had recently ended a dissatisfying relationship with yet another girlfriend because I was sexually restless and convinced I was missing out on something. This had become the frustrating pattern of my love life. Initially, I was enthralled with a new relationship, but typically after several months (sometimes weeks, days or even hours) I would grow bored and long to be single again.

There was no denying I was in the throes of a mid thirties (not quite mid-life) lust crisis.

I am hardly alone in this. I believe this sexual restlessness; this strong need to explore is experienced by many men and women who are married or in long term relationships. They harbor these secret feelings in their hearts and at times act on them.

I am convinced that many who embrace monogamy are in deep denial. The rest of us tolerate it or grow to despise this unrealistic societal restriction of our natural impulses to sexually pursue pleasure with as many partners as possible.

All I know is, staying faithful frustrated me to no end as I attempted to make my way through a wasteland of failed love affairs and relationships. The thrill of the new – new pussy, new sexual adventures – intrigued and haunted me.

My name is Jake Dalmas and what follows is my diary. It is a strange document of how breaking the bonds of monogamy and ditching boring relationship sex, led me on an always interesting, hilarious, intriguing and even at times nightmarish, journey into the provocative world of swinging and casual sex.

How did I come to cross the line from conventional relationships into the sexually charged, but largely misunderstood scene of alternative sexual relationships or what is commonly known as swinging?
Lust, curiosity and boredom, mostly. Those were the driving forces that pushed me into forbidden territory. I was tired of being the good boyfriend who always remained faithful. I wanted the adventure and wild sex I had read about, without being dishonest with myself and cheating on any of the women I was involved with. I guess I wanted to be a bad boy without being a lying asshole.

Deep down I still preferred serious relationships and still even believed I wanted to get married someday. However, as I have a low threshold for sexual boredom, I began to realize that this conventional lifestyle wasn’t a realistic option for me. My imagination burned with visions of orgies, wild sexual couplings, threesomes, and lusty adventures with women of every background, size and age. There was a porno movie playing in my head all the time.

My urges and desires began to affect every aspect of my life. After a while, I had trouble concentrating on anything else. I almost lost my job as a reporter at a daily newspaper because of this obsession, and later had to move into a less stressful public relations job so I would have more time to work out my sexual malaise.

Several of my girlfriends accused me of cheating on them. Well, I have to admit that I was unfaithful in my fantasies. Most of the time when I had sex with my girlfriends, I fantasized about other women. It was really the only way I could fuck them after a while. I was beginning to feel betrayed by my overactive sexual imagination.

Although I never acted on any of these lusty fantasies while I was in a relationship, I knew I was just fooling myself. It was only a matter of time. I wanted other women. There was no denying it. I began to wonder if we are truly monogamous beings.

I was searching for answers to my sexual confusion. But the bottom line; I was hoping to get laid as much as possible. I just wanted to have one day in my life like Hugh Hefner’s typical day at the Playboy Mansion (every hot blooded heterosexual American boy’s dream) and just bed down a bevy of sexy, stunning ladies.

Yet I embarked on my sexual sojourn with mixed feelings of trepidation, lust and excitement. Honestly, I was even somewhat scared. I was entering unknown territory, uncharted waters for me. I didn’t know what to expect. All I had to go on was rumor, fantasy and sketchy information provided by the Internet, men’s and women’s magazines, swinger rags and movies.

However, during my two year journey into this sexual frontier, I discovered that the sexual revolution never really ended. It just went underground. I came to view many of the swingers I met, even those I despised, as erotic explorers and free spirits (not freaks) trying to find more pleasure in their lives.

People you’d never suspect could have the wildest sex lives. A housewife from Redondo Beach could make Madonna look like a nun as she fucks 10 guys in one night. Or a hairdresser from Kansas could spend Saturday night having a threesome with her husband and his best friend.

Who are these people?

They could be anyone. They might be your neighbors. They are doctors, lawyers, CEOs of large corporations, sports stars, successful business people, actors, directors, writers, blue collar workers, truck drivers, warehouse workers, housewives and working women with children. They are family people with kids living the suburban life. They are the nice people living next door to you. They are work colleagues. They could be your best friend or even a family member. They could be the girlfriend in high school, who gave you a lousy blow job and didn’t seem into sex, but has since experienced sexual adventures far beyond anything you could have dreamed. Or they could be the boy you used to know in high school, that never talked to the girls and now orchestrates a gang bang with 12 guys fucking his wife. Or maybe he fucks two or three women in a night.

I knew infiltrating the mysterious and underground world of swingers was not going to be easy. I was embarking on a trip without a roadmap or compass. I really didn’t know what I would find. Maybe I would discover aspects about myself and my sexuality I had not previously known or even a new way to express myself sexually.

I also wondered what past writers, particularly Henry Miller and Anais Nin, would make of today’s modern conveniences of voicemail, 900 numbers, the explosion of porn, and the Internet. Would they find the same basic truths about sex, monogamy and love? Or would they be faced with emptiness, a modern, calculated, instant gratification world of erotica featuring wall-to-wall sucking and fucking with no real sense of adventure, heart or soul? Inspired by their amazing and provocative novels and diaries, I wanted to explore the evolving nature of eroticism, sex and romance occurring in my time as they did in theirs.

I can only hope I have honestly put down in my swinger’s diary what I was feeling and experiencing during my wild romp through this confused journey that we call modern sex.

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Cover Art ~ Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds

Here it is, the cover art for my next release. This is the bedazzling artistry of Amanda Kelsey of ~ razzdazzdesign.com ~

Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. Despite her powers, she can’t find her bio parents. When the Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage at a charity event, Kandace agrees to dance with the mysterious Supernaturals. Unexpectedly, they are threatened by the omnipresent evil she’s been warned about in her dreams. To keep from being enslaved, Kandace brings forth her greater magick. But, to save her homeworld, she needs her hellhounds.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, see a witch sliding down the bannister after her heist of a painting. Spellbound, they know they’ve found just the right Kandy Apple to lick for Halloween. With every passion, Zin and Zol woo their chosen witch. Yet, will their Triad mate stay once she learns they can’t fall in love like humans? Or, will she return to her homeworld? Their very lives are at stake.
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Coming soon from Siren-BookStrand ~ Ebook release is scheduled for August 2011. Print release is currently scheduled for December 2011.
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Have a Magickal Day!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar ~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~

Priceless Family Moments

With summer approaching my thoughts have turned to my family. They visit each year and we play tourist around the city. We take in the sites. With them it is fun seeing things that I see often in a new light. I love when my family comes visiting. We tend to laugh, talk and just have fun. There are some moments in each visit I know I will always remember.

The laughter when I got my brother-in-law with a whopper of a zinger. He has a sharp wit and is great with zingers. My sister, nephew and I dancing around the living room while watching So You Think You Can Dance. We dance grooving to the tune and dances. Laughing as we chatted about other moments we had in the pass. Like when my brother-in-law screamed on the roller coaster and the picture of that scream. My cousin who loves to argue good naturedly with me.

There are so many times I spend with my family. I appreciate all of them. All these moments were priceless family moments. With summer coming I plan to make some more.

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.Check out free reads at http://www.satinnotes.com/.

Power of Instinct - A woman does whatever is necessary to protect the man who is hers but once he finds out he goes with his instincts and makes her his.

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Six Sentence Sunday - Handcuffs & Silk

Not wanting to miss an inch of skin, she took time exploring his chest and neck. His eyes still closed, he wore a smile as she nuzzled his neck and nipped at his earlobe. Parting her lips slightly, she placed feather-light kisses on his mouth, softly brushing his lips then pulling away to tease him with deeper kisses following.

As much as she wanted to continue playing with his lips, she sought to explore the rest of him. Sitting back on her heels, she took a moment to admire her boy toy lying with his arms over his head, his breathing steady, hands cuffed to the headboard. She ran her fingertips across smooth, flawless skin taut over hard muscle.


These tasty lines came from Mary Quast's latest release, Handcuffs & Silk... a 1 Night Stand story from Decadent Publishing.

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True Blood, the lollipop game

It's good to have a hobby. Mine stands 'round 6'4'', looks like a Viking, and is one nasty beast. Yes, I'm gearing up for the new season of True Blood next week. And because it's never a good idea to mix booze and superhuman bloodsucking carnivores, I present:

True Blood: The Lollipop Game.

(Note: You will need a val-u-pack haul of lollipops or other lickables.)

1 lick every time Beel gets all huffy about something.
1 good long suck every time Jason mentions his sexual prowess
2 licks every time Sam flashes his pretty pretty naked ass
1 nibble every time Sookie remembers to close her mouth between lines (don't worry, little lollipop, this is rare)
put the whole damn lollipop in your mouth every time Eric looses one of those melt-mah-butter lines. You know the ones I'm talking about.
1 lick every time somebody mispronounces "vampire" as "vampar"
1 sharp bite off the side every time Lafayette refers to himself (or someone else) as a bitch
1 swirl-tongue action all around the edge every time somebody flashes nipple

This game is best played in company.

NEW RELEASE - Handcuffs & Silk

A 1 Night Stand Story #16

BLURB - Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

Hunter Morgan left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.

Genre: Contemporary romance, erotic romance, BDSM
Word count – 10k
Heat level: 4
Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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This was the first erotic romance with BDSM sprinkled in. I must admit having fun researching. LOL. And yes... that's Jimmy Thomas on the cover. Try not to lick it too much. Hugs - Mary Quast

Thursday 13 - Favorite Quotes from Handcuffs & Silk

BLURB: Stephanie "Stiff" Johnson, is a tough Las Vegas cop who many men find too intimidating to date. Steph begins to wonder if something is wrong with her so she turns to Madame Eve to find a man who could be the yin to her yang, even if it's just for one night.

Hunter Morgan left behind years of living as a sub to a female Domme in New York. Upon return to his hometown, he questions whether he wants to continue with the "lifestyle" or find something different. Turning to 1 Night Stand, he hopes to sample his options.

A simple one-night stand opens a whole new sensuous world to both.

My new book comes out tomorrow so I thought I'd share some of my favoite quotes from Hunter Mason and Stephanie Johnson.

1. “No.” Her red lips slid into a wicked grin that made his dick take notice. “I’ll dole out any punishment necessary.”

2. “Do you want to kiss me?” Her breath brushed against his neck, inches from his ear.

3. “Ignite-the-Flames-of-My-Desire Bananas Foster.”

4. “I suppose you can see it that way.” He focused on the creamy dessert “But you can have love without sex, and sex without love. Either way can be fulfilling.”

5. “You just have to be willing to take a risk.” She took extra care licking the ice cream off her spoon.

6. “Not at the moment.” He winked. “But with the right person and the right coaxing, I might be willing to sample things I’m not familiar with.”

7. “I only wish to serve and please you.” His voice dripped with sex as he dropped to his knees in a submissive pose: head bowed with his hands behind his back.

8. “You have the right to remain silent.” She clamped a handcuff roughly onto a wrist and raised both arms over his head to hook around the headboard rails then attached the remaining cuff to his free wrist. “Anything you say can and will be used against you for my pleasure.”

9. “Hunter.” Her breath caressed his ear as she whispered, “I’ve put the key to the cuffs in a glass of ice. Once the ice melts, you can set yourself free. If you free yourself within an hour, you can perform any sex act on me you wish. If you can’t break yourself free, I expect you to perform any sex act I wish. Until then, you are my prisoner and will do as I say.”

10. “Ah....” She patted his head. “You are a good little prisoner.”

11. “I win.” His deep voice wrapped seductively around her entire body.

12. “Show me what you can do.” She tapped a finger against her chin. “Then I’ll decide.”

13. “Beg for it, Steph,” Hunter rasped.


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Genre: Contemporary romance, erotic romance, BDSM
Word count – 10k
Heat level: 4
Cover art by Fiona Jayde

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Common Sense, New Rules, and Grammar Divas

An author friend complained recently about an editor who suggested changes which went against what the author considered common sense and good grammar. I suggested taking a look at the publisher's house style and which reference resources they used before he dug in his heels.

What is house style? It's what the publisher and editors agree is best for their authors to use. It also includes specific dictionaries as the end-all be-all. Loose Id (my current publisher) uses the newest version of Merriam Webster (MW), and Chicago House of Style (CHS). Other publishers may use online programs. Asking your editor for those sources is a good idea. You'll be able to answer many of your own questions.

For example, if the editor is taking out semi-colons (or adding them), is he/she following the latest rules? Semi-colons and colons can be reduced by making separate sentences. My 2010 EPIC winning Surrender Love had 46 semi-colons, and 17 colons. Using them is not a no no. Using them incorrectly is.

One thing I learned with my last book was that it's no longer considered necessary to use a comma when a sentence ends in "too." Like: "She took Mary, John, Linda, and me too." I would have used a comma after me. Not done any more per CHS. There are also places where we can now omit a formerly required comma unless we intend a pause. My editor and line editors quote the source: "per MW (or CHS) this should be..."

The biggest surprise to me was that foreign phrases needed to be italicized only the first time they were used. If my alien tzesar (meaning chief warrior) is mentioned once, then every time after that it's written as tzesar. To be honest, that still bothers me, but I can deal with it. It's simply a personal preference, and certainly not a hill I'm willing to die on.

Again, house style determines that by which edition of which reference is preferred. If your publisher wants that final comma, by all means use it, even if another says take it out of your other book. A writer's life is filled with such inconsistencies. Relax, go with the flow. No reason to stress out over words. Take some deep breaths, go for a walk, have something refreshing to drink (or eat) and then consider the options again.

There are some changes suggested by editors that you simply can't accept because they might change the story. One of my favorite examples in this category was an editor who suggested a character's name sounded too contemporary and thought I should make it more alien. Problem was, the character had already appeared in other books. Couldn't very well accept that suggestion! Another was to make a young person younger, because she seemed too immature for her age. I had to insist on keeping the age as it was, and pointed out that her species matured more slowly than humans. Plus, since she was planned as a heroine for someone in a later book, I needed her to be at least eighteen by the time their story came along.

Readers and reviewers may not be aware of changes in grammar. If they don't hear about these, do you suppose they figure we use improper English? I've often wondered about that. What do you think?

Two sides of the same male coin

Men are a curious gender. The more I know them, the more I think they’re different breed from us women. But ya gotta love ‘em. I don’t understand them, but I find much to admire—and much that makes me want to yell with frustration.

What I admire about men:

1. Their macho aggression – Men stand up for themselves. They don’t take bullshit. They don’t worry whether people will like them if they speak their minds. They throw themselves into competition with their whole hearts, whether it’s a “friendly” ball game or their careers. They’re willing to fight for what they want. It’s such a contrast to most of the women I know who seem overly passive.
   



2. 
   Their decisive decision-making – Men don’t waffle. They set a course of action, follow through and move on. They don’t create exhaustive lists of pros and cons and try to achieve the impossible by trying to make everybody happy. Nor do they beat themselves up after the fact whether they made right decision.
   



3. 
   Their willingness to take risks – Men make bold, daring moves. They aren’t hindered by a fear of failure or danger and as a result, they achieve proportionately bold results.
   



4. 
   Their unabashed attitude toward sex – Men are unapologetic about their enjoyment of sex. They enjoy sex for sex’s sake. They tell their partners what they need and want and don’t seem to worry what their partners will think of them if they make risqué requests.

What I find frustrating about men:

1. 
   Their macho aggression – Men are aggressive to their own (and society’s) detriment. They perceive challenges and battles where there are none. They tilt at windmills and fight to conquer invisible mountains. Often their aggression fuels a conflict long after it would have subsided had they left it alone or tried persuasion instead.



2. Their snap decision-making – Not every issue is black and white and to force an issue into a mold sometimes doesn’t result in the optimal outcome. There’s a lot of gray in the world, and some decisions warrant careful consideration of all sides and opinions and yes, even hand-wringing. Some decisions should be hard to make because are they hard.
   



3. Their stupidity in taking risks – Men sometimes act as if they’re invincible and do stupid things that endanger their lives and well-being.



4. Their casual attitude toward sex – Sure, sometimes a person has an itch that needs to be scratched, but sex is more than that. However, for some men it’s rarely more than that They place little meaning on sex, yet perversely go to great lengths to pursue that which is meaningless.

And men say women don’t make sense.

Erotic Romance Flash ~ A Large Glass

TGIF greetings, everyone. Just for your amusement... hopefully, that is... I thought I’d post the next series of flashes in my Flash Fiction Serial ~ Flash of Sun and Beach. The first installment was posted on June 7.

Wouldn't I like to meet him on a beach...
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Flash of Sun and Beach

A LARGE GLASS

SEVEN
Effing annoyed, Sorrenna stifled a massive sigh. Deciding to open one eye, she reluctantly peeked out the corner. Good God! The man’s organ towered like a friggin’ utility pole. Instantly her brain flashed a scenario of her saying, timber, as if she’d just sawed it off and the enormous pole now fell on top of her. Even worse, the ridiculous urge to cover herself with her arm almost caused her to do it. Forcing her casual reach, she idly lifted the corner of her towel, then pressed the electronic waiter.
“Large glass of ice water. As soon as possible, please.”

EIGHT
Ice water. For an instant his brain froze as if she’d just dumped ice water on his head. In another firing of his neurons, he realized that wasn’t the head she was planning on freezing with her large glass of ice water. What the fuck hell now? He wasn’t leaving. His feet wouldn’t move. And, damn, his cock felt like an anchor effectively weighing him down to the spot. Not like he could hoist himself, despite the lack of other patrons, and sail away. Mentally, he shook himself, thinking through the heavy carnal fog.
“Raoul, over here. I’ll get it.”

NINE
Sorrenna froze as if he’d drenched her with a barrel of ice water. Her heart pounded painfully. Now what? The odious beast blocked her sun. And blocked what she’d yearned for since the beginning of summer. To be alone, dammit! On vacation. Fury whipped through her, and she whipped around. Good god, it was even more humongous. Up close. And way too personal. She felt like her eyes crossed as she stared at his cock. Hell, no wonder he couldn’t move. A ton of cock weighed him down. She wanted to ask him if he’d ever considered reduction surgery.
“Leave.”

TEN
Her voice blazed ice and rage, and sliced up his middle. Her gaze trained on his cock, however, had him happier than a callow youth noticed by his first crush. Fuck, her full high breasts still jiggled, barely contained by the red scraps of material. There wasn’t one part of her body his cock didn’t want. Raoul placed the large glass of ice water in his waiting hand, said nothing, and quickly departed. Drave figured he had only three options. Pour the water out. Pour it down his pants. Or let her pour it on his cock.
“Your ice water.”

ELEVEN
Sorrenna snapped her hand forward, grabbed the ice water, and felt it nearly slip from her grip because of the cold sweating glass. Hanging on tightly, she scowled more formidably, as she held up the glass in a warning for him to leave or suffer the consequences. When he stood steadfast, refusing to un-root himself, she rose to her knees. Grinning with dark glee, she targeted his giant cock with her gaze. Slowly, with his torment in mind, she lifted the glass higher and higher, until it hovered directly above the jut of his trunks. Then she poured. Gradually.
“Enjoying?”

TWELVE
Clenching his eyes shut, and chomping his teeth together as if he bit the bullet, Drave let the icy agony take over his body. God. Hell, what ugly pain and what unexpected pleasure. The strange ecstasy stabbed through his cock, then flooded his loins. He quaked inside, the visual of her wrist turning the full glass of water so it spilled in a small stream onto the head of his cock, then the dream-like darkening of his trunks...weirdly, as erotic as hell. Even as the cold burned his balls like hellfire. Shock, he decided. But fuck, he ‘enjoyed’.
“Yes.”
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HAPPY SUMMER READING!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of ten ebooks, with five books in print. She pens love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she ferociously enjoys ripping the damn doors off.
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Rediscovering Passion

Before I write the next book in one of my series I read the previous book. This is my way of getting back into the world of that book. The feeling of it. Familiarizing myself with what I’ve created. Get the characters in the series back into my thoughts.

This is the stage I’m at right now as I get ready to write another book in one of my series. When I do this stage it always surprises me that I get drawn into the story again. Sometimes little things I put into the book shock even me. I guess it might be the distance from the book. The one I get between writing it, subbing it, taking a break from the series and then coming back to write the next. This is the good thing about having multiple series or other projects to work on. You can step away from a series and do something else.

Back to the book I am getting ready to work on. I’m back into the series and I’ve gotten that thrill for it. Excited about diving back into the series. Ideas of what to do with the book are flowing and it is all gelling together. I love this moment of rediscovering passion.

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Taige Crenshaw is a multi-published author with books available at Ellora's Cave Publishing, Liquid Silver Books, Loose Id, and Total-E-Bound. Taige has been enthralled with the written word from time she picked up her first book. It wasn’t long before she started to make up her own tales of romance. With novels set in today, in alternate dimensions, or in the future she writes with adventure, fun sassy heroine’s, and sexy hero’s. Always hard at work creating new and exciting places Taige can be found curled up with a hot novel with exciting characters when she is not creating her own. Join her in the fun, frolic, interesting people and far reaches of the world in her novels. You can find out more about Taige at her website: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com or blog: http://www.taigecrenshaw.com/blog.Check out free reads at http://www.satinnotes.com.

Power of Instinct - A woman does whatever is necessary to protect the man who is hers but once he finds out he goes with his instincts and makes her his.

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Takedown - Guest Blogger Stacey Kennedy

My CP, Stacey Kennedy, just had a release recently for a m/m contemporary erotic romance and I thought I'd ask her to stop by and tell us a little about it. So, welcome Stacey!

Stacey Kennedy is an avid lover of the paranormal romance, urban fantasy and erotic romance genres. If she isn’t plugging away at her next novel, tending to her two little ones, she’s got her nose deep in a good book. She lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband. Be sure to drop her a line at www.staceykennedy.com, she loves to hear from her readers.

Blurb:

U.S. Marshal Wyatt Tanning has been on the hunt for a killer on the run in Turks and Caicos. A week into the investigation, he has absolutely nothing to show for his efforts. Feeling defeated he returns to Castillo Resort to drown his frustrations. There he meets UFC fighter, Rye Daniels. Now the resort’s bartender, Rye recognizes a man that has been beaten down, but he also senses a shared attraction that is hard to ignore. Wyatt might not be ready to step out from behind the shadow of lies, but Rye will stop at nothing to unleash the beast within.

*Warning: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: Male/male sexual practices.

Excerpt:
Wyatt stretched in the leather seat of his rented truck. A week of chasing Katrina Whittaker had brought nothing but dead ends. His team of U.S. Marshals were strategically positioned at different hotspots in Turks and Caicos, yet the search resulted in them running in circles. She’d proven to be smart and didn’t stay in one place long.
A murder in Houston, Texas resulted in a warrant for her arrest, and it was Wyatt’s job as Chief Deputy U.S. Marshal to bring Katrina home. Unfortunately, he couldn’t locate her. She had family in Turks and Caicos, and Wyatt’s team got word she’d fled the day her warrant had been issued. Wyatt still tried to understand how she’d made it to the Caribbean island without her passport or the ability to board an airplane, but he’d been in this game long enough to know anything was possible.
Releasing a long deep sigh, Wyatt ran his hand over his tired face. Katrina had gotten under his skin and he couldn’t wait to slap handcuffs on her. Day and night, they’d set up surveillance and staked out possible leads. The damn woman wasn’t anywhere to be found. He glanced at the clock on the dashboard. Ten o’clock. Where had the day gone? He’d sat in this seat for well over twelve hours. His ass hurt, his legs tingled with pins and needles, and he needed sleep. More than ready for this to be over, he grabbed his cell phone from the cup holder and held the button on the side to initiate a radio single. “Wyatt to Taryn.”
“Whatcha got, Chief?” Taryn Kincaid, his right hand woman, responded. Always ready and eager for the hunt ahead, he’d promoted her to Supervisory Deputy U.S. Marshal not long ago because of her exemplary work.
“Jackshit,” he grumbled. “You?”
”Nothing here either, Sir.”
Wyatt scanned the area, the luxurious condominiums located on the beachfront known to be Katrina’s grandmother’s house. Nothing stirred, except a cat or two crossing the street on a hunt for dinner.
His team, Taryn plus the four other deputies she resided over, had slept in their trucks only about ten hours the whole week and he felt the weight of it. He pushed hard in the beginning of the investigation to put heat on Katrina, leaving her nowhere to hide. The idea flopped. His team needed rest, as did he. “Go back to the hotel, check in, and we’ll gather back up at seven hundred hours and start again.”
“Ten four.”
The hum of the radio cut off to silence. Starting the engine, Wyatt shot a final look toward the condominium, nothing to indicate Katrina had been there. He put the truck in drive and drove off, spying lush greenery around him.
Turks and Caicos was a quiet island and Wyatt expected as much. Most along the stunning beachfront properties were tourists looking for some peace. He wouldn’t mind some time off himself. He loved his job, lived for the hunt, but a vacation sounded all too good. Long hours with little fun and he longed for more excitement than his present non-existent love life. So much in fact, he enlisted the services of 1NightStand, a match-making service out of Las Vegas, a few months back. He hoped Madame Eve would find a woman to fulfill his dreams since he’d yet to find one the traditional way.
Turning onto Grace Bay, Wyatt entered the main district of the island. Only a few minutes down the road, Castillo Hotels and Resorts appeared and he sighed in relief. The resort, like nothing he’d ever seen before with its Greek architecture, white textured walls and large pillars out the front. Spotlights beamed up from the ground to bask the building in a warm glow. Palm trees decorated the landscape, among many other tropical plants Wyatt couldn’t identify.
At the main entrance, he stopped and put the truck in park as the valet attendant approached. Stepping out, Wyatt handed the keys to the attendant and in turn took a numbered ticket. “Let me grab my stuff before you head off.” Turning on his heel, he strode toward the cab of the truck and grabbed his duffel bag.
He placed it on the ground to reach into his pocket, took out some cash and handed it to the attendant, who smiled in thanks before jumping into the driver’s seat. As the truck pulled away, Wyatt made his way toward the resort, marveling at the structure. When he entered, the size of the building left him in awe. High ceilings, marble floors—owner Jackson Castillo hadn’t held back when he built the resort. Once at the counter, Wyatt dropped his duffel bag and reached back to grab his wallet from his pocket to show his identification.
“Welcome to the Castillo Resort,” the greeter said, happy as a clam. Her big brown eyes twinkled. Wyatt understood why she’d been chosen for the job. Her kind face made him feel welcome.
He read her name tag, Susanne, before glancing back up to her face. “Wyatt Tanning, checking in.”
Susanne examined his ID for a moment before she glanced away and typed on her computer. “Ah, Mr. Castillo has given you the presidential suite for your stay.”
Nice of him, but not needed. “That isn’t necessary, any room will suffice.”
“No, no,” Susanne retorted. “Mr. Castillo’s orders, I’m not given the liberty to disobey them.” She handed him a key card. “We hope you have a wonderful stay here, Mr. Tanning. If you need anything at all, just pick up your phone and it will direct you to the front desk.”
Wyatt took the card, placed it in his wallet and returned it to his back pocket. “As long as I have a bed, I’ll be happy.” He said it more to himself than to Susanne, and she didn’t bother with his remark, instead moving on to the couple who approached the desk.
Newlyweds. The assumption not hard to come by, the pair couldn’t keep their hands off each other, plus the gleaming new rings on their fingers were a dead giveaway. Wyatt wondered what such intense love would feel like, never having it, he had nothing to compare it to. He sighed away his pity and considered going up to his room to crash, but decided to get a drink first to wash away the frustrations of the hunt that went nowhere.
Picking up his duffle bag, he noticed neon lights flashing, Bar, across the way. He salivated at the thought of an ice cold beer and he strode into the bar without haste, pleased to find it not overly busy. An Ultimate Fighting Championship blared on the big screens placed around the room and most of the customers focused on that.
Perfect.
At the main bar, he pulled up a stool and sat. The bartender stood, fixing a drink for a woman at the other end and paid him no attention. Wyatt’s focus though stayed trained on the bartender. Muscles layered muscles to create a sculpted physique leading him to believe the man worked out. Wyatt watched the bartender’s forearm clench while he mixed the drink, and the sight of his toned body, tightened Wyatt’s groin.
Wyatt might have a fondness for women, but it also extended to men, though that was one indulgence he never allowed himself. U.S. Marshal’s did not get sexually involved with men. However, his hard cock reminded him his wish to ignore the draw to the same sex wasn’t always possible.
The bartender looked up then gave a nod he’d be along shortly and Wyatt groaned. The man’s face consisted of hard angles, sculpted features, buzzed, dirty blond hair with blue eyes exuding strength—it all appealed to him.
Ignoring his initial attraction, Wyatt focused on the wooden bar and took a deep breath to regain his sense of mind. His cock might want one thing, but his brain held strength over his body. He’d pushed away his cravings for years, become an expert at it. Resurrecting the wall of protection, he hid all emotion and demanded his cock behave.

Six, Six... but not 666... Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds

Saturday greetings. I’ve been working on my edits for Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds, and now I’m doing a read-through.

My heroes, Zol and Zin, are the real deal -- fiery, deadly beasts from the Underworld. Hellhounds.

However, while they are shifted into their human form, they prefer to be gentleman in the style of Cary Grant and Remington Steele ~ the character played by Pierce Brosnan. Kandy, their witch heroine, is fond of calling them her gentlemen hellbeasts.

Kandy, Zin and Zol’s erotic love story is being published by Siren-BookStrand, and is scheduled for e-release in August 2011. The print edition is scheduled for December 2011.

I’ve also seen the first mock-up of the cover art. Amanda Kelsey of Razzle Dazzle Design is my cover artist.

Let me tell you, this cover is Sexy. Stunning. Gorgeous. It’s beyond perfect for my magickal shapeshifter story, and I can’t wait to show it off.
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Kandy Apple and Her Hellhounds

Blurb ~

Kandace doesn’t know why she’s a real witch. When the mysterious Tuxedo Twins tempt her with knowledge about her heritage, she agrees to dance with them.

Zolivar and Zindale, two of Hades’ most mission-accomplished Hellhounds, find their one witch. Undeterred by her wariness, they passionately woo her into their bed.
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Here’s the first SIX sentences from the first SIX chapters ~

Chapter One:
Zolivar and Zindale

August 14, 2009

“Ready to unleash your inner being?” Zol asked his twin. Utterly naked, he pulled off his gold and onyx signet ring, twirled it once on his finger, then slid it inside his tuxedo pants pocket.

Zin stripped off his dress pants and tossed them inside their black sports car, affectionately known as the Twilight Mirage. He shut the door with a neat twist of his wrist. “I’m releasing my inner beast,” he returned with dry amusement.

Standing side by side, they traveled their supernatural gazes over the Mojave Desert’s moonlit landscape.
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Chapter Two:
Kandace Sylvia Winter

October 30, 2009

Kandace halted part way up the long curving staircase. “Lightball,” she whispered. Instantly, the luminous blue sphere she’d imaged before her third eye appeared.

Floating ahead of her, the blue ball guided her steps as she mounted the stairs. Kandace hoped her lightball wasn’t noticed by anyone attending the high society charity event, since it provided enough illumination for the darkened upper level.

Kandace sensed the man standing on the top landing of the stairway before she saw him.
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Chapter Three:
Ménage à Trois Red

Zin watched the witch slide down the grand staircase’s banister.

“Look at that,” he uttered, his gaze riveted by her perky peach-shaped ass. Covered only by the black silky material of her pantyhose, it was a temptation beyond compare.

“An arousing sight, indeed, as proven by the tight fit of my pants.” Zol particularly appreciated the small witch’s legs as she athletically flung them, maneuvering off the banister. “Gorgeous gams, slim and curvaceous.”
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Chapter Four:
Alien Tuxedo Twins

Kandace sipped on her ice-whipped drink. Flavored with apple liqueur and apple cider, it was her own recipe for a Candy Apple. Not only did she relish the taste, the color matched her dress.

Besides, she definitely needed the alcohol for her frayed nerves. Not because of her theft, no -- the Alien Tuxedo Twins, as she thought of them, had her spooked but good. Shivers cascaded through her as she glanced their way.
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Chapter Five:
Where is this Enduoir Prime?

“It will be my distinct pleasure.”

Zol couldn’t recall ever desiring the touch of a woman’s hand more, certainly not with this savage intensity. Speculation, wariness glinted within her bewitching indigo eyes, more appropriately described as shimmering orbs of cobalt blue and purple.

She approached him like a slow-motion scene, and when her hand alighted on his, Zol softly winged inside.

“If you don’t tell me, remember, I am wearing spiked heels.” She scowled formidably.
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Chapter Six:
Spellbound Hounds

Zin tasted the candy apple drink he’d purchased for himself out of rabid curiosity. Waiting on the edge of the ballroom floor, he watched his twin masterfully handle their lovely Kandy Apple. As the two of them spoke about her heritage, Zol enticed her closer.

So far, his brother mind-sent the words between him and the gorgeous witch.

As he drank, the icy apple-tart concoction interested Zin’s taste buds. Though, given the torrid state of his loins, he fantasized about pouring it on his nether column, then feeling the little laps of her tongue.
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HAPPY SUMMERTIME READING!

Savanna

Savanna Kougar

~ Run on the Wild Side of Romance ~
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Savanna Kougar is the best-selling author of ten ebooks, with five books in print. She pens love stories because that’s her deepest heart. She writes in the futuristic/fantasy/paranormal subgenres because that’s her fiercest passion. And, she writes erotic romance because she ferociously enjoys ripping the damn doors off.