Tasty Tuesday - Wine

I love wine.  It goes with everything.  I add it to my food while I cook.  I drink when I cook.   I drink it when I write, even my characters use it in various ways.

Growing up in Michigan, my parents enjoyed being wine tasters as a hobby so I learned an appreciation for Michian wines as I was carted from one winery to another.

Love of Michigan wines continues.  I joke with my brother who recently purchase a place on the Old Mission penisula, to keep an eye open for a winery we could buy and enjoy in our retirement.

Anyways, let me share a special wine with you today.
This is wine won the2009 and 2010 Tasters Guild Trophy for Best Dessert Wine.

The 2008 "42" Ice Wine from Fenn Vally Vineyards.   Fenn Valley Winery is located in beautiful West Michigan, near the city of Fennville.  This wonderful "Lake Effect" is smooth and silky, with rich flavors of peaches, mangoes, apples and honey.  Serve this wine with biscotti, fruit desserts, or by itself as as after-dinner drink.

Hmmm... here's an idea... use the wine to become dessert for your special someone.

Serve the wine room temperature.  Remove all your clothes and lay on your belly.  Have your special someone slowly pour a small amount of wine between your shoulder blades.  Allow the wine to slide down your spine to pool in the indent above your butt.  Now... your special someone can slowly and lovingly lap the wine from your body.

Oh... a news flash!   A new study conducted by the University of Florence, Italy; shows that women who indulge in a glass or two of wine each day have superior sex lives than those women who do not consume wine.

Now put that in your glass and drink it.





Mary Quast is an erotic romance author.
Writing sensual romance with a creative soul.
Latest release Handcuffs & Silk

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Five Card Stud is a 2012 EPIC AWARD Finalist!

Blurb: 

          Although Sam McCallister’s watching a poker game the first time he sees Eden Pace, he loses all interest in the cards when the thought of playing stud with the lady gambler stirs his cock to life. Eden’s the prettiest woman and the best card sharp Sam’s ever met. She’s only interested in poker but Sam has other games in mind.   

       Sam, being a bounty hunter,discovers Eden’s wanted for murder. He plans on keeping her safe–a prisoner in his bed. But Eden’s doing her own outlaw hunting. She’s on the trail of her husband’s killer and Sam’s in her way. To get free from the hard-headed, soft-hearted, gorgeous man, she uses every sensual trick she knows–and Sam soon discovers she knows many. 

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Mini Excerpt:

Sam McCallister could see that Eden Pace didn’t intend to play shy around him. That was good, because if she was waiting for him to look away, she’d be an old woman when she gave up. 

“What do you plan to do with me?” She asked over her shoulder as she disrobed, stepping out of dress and chemise in one fluid motion. Gathering her long mane of hair and re-pinning it on top of her head, she stood naked on the rim of the rock pool, surrounded by torchlight as she faced him.
“Plenty.” He worked the one word through lips almost as stiff as his cock. Eden was a sight to see and she knew it, standing there flaunting her wares at him. 
“All right.” Her huffed words were filled with irritation. “Is that what this is about?” She sounded genuinely surprised when she asked, “You’re not interested in the bounty?”

Jesus, the woman’s trying to kill me. Following the lift of her arm, Sam watched her rounded breast tilt upward, savoring the creamy skin covering her slender curves before he let his gaze center on the patch of dark curls at the V of her thighs.

Licking suddenly dry lips, he admitted gruffly, “Eden, you were on the top of my wanted list as soon as I set eyes on you. Handbill or not, I’d have claimed you.”

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13 Steve Jobs Quotes and Tweets

Apple
10-05-2011
photo: Jazza

Visionary entrepreneur and Apple Computers founder Steve Jobs died October 5, 2011 at age 56 from pancreatic cancer. He will be sadly missed. What a legacy he left.


While on Twitter, I heard about his passing, so decided to share some tweets with you. They range from humorous, to poignant. I tried to quote the original tweet, where possible.


13 Tweets About Steve Jobs

1. iWill and iCan changed the world. iTry never existed. You're an inspiration to us all. @alistairpowell
2. On behalf of every dreamer sitting in his or her garage who is crazy enough to try to change the world, you will be missed. @DamonLindelof
3. You guys I'm sad about Steve Jobs too but SteveJobs2 comes out in like a month. @eliroth
4. We couldn't be here without #SteveJobs work. Thank you for taking us and the world to another @guyspyapp
5. Steve Jobs's patents. An interactive features from the @NYTimes  http://nyti.ms/pKa474  @CNETNews
6. Definitely not a bad idea to just go ahead and make this the new Apple logo: http://say.ly/nFrOxs Would be a great tribute to #stevejobs @ryanholmgren
7. Wow really cool what boingboing did to their site for #SteveJobsmakes me feel like a kid again. boingboing.net  @jpeterross
8. Bill Gates:"For those of us lucky enough 2 get to work with him, its been an insanely great honour. I will miss Steve immensely." 
9. I feel like #SteveJobs was the only person keeping SkyNet from taking over. Now the machines will go rogue. @robinthede
10. Moving @Garza_Girl post about how #SteveJobs death really hits home 4 people fighting same cancer. http://bit.ly/r0uV8o  @ kellywallacetv
11. 3 Apples changed the World. 1st one seduced Eve, 2nd fell on Newton and 3rd was offered to the World half bitten by #SteveJobs. @smedio
12. BillGates put a computer on every desk. #SteveJobs put one in every pocket, purse, dorm room and bedroom. http://nyti.ms/n1p5ns @ericklaseca
13. Steve Jobs, Patrick Swayze, my father. All dead at 56 from Pancreatic Cancer. More research now! Support @PanCAN please. @DanaDelany 

Steve Jobs
Photo: Creative Commons

13 Quotes by Steve Jobs

Source: http://www.macstories.net/roundups/inspirational-steve-jobs-quotes/

1. "People think focus means saying yes to the thing you've got to focus on. But that's not what it means at all. It means saying no to the hundred other good ideas that there are. You have to pick carefully."
2. "I'm the only person I know that's lost a quarter of a billion dollars in one year... It's very character-building."
3. "The cure for Apple is not cost-cutting. The cure for Apple is to innovate its way out of its current predicament."
4. "I'm convinced that about half of what separates the successful entrepreneurs from the non-successful ones is pure perseverance."
5. "So we went to Atari and said, 'Hey, we've got this amazing thing, even built with some of your parts, and what do you think about funding us? Or we'll give it to you. We just want to do it. Pay our salary, we'll come work for you.' And they said, 'No.' So then we went to Hewlett-Packard, and they said, 'Hey, we don't need you. You haven't got through college yet.'"
6. "I'm as proud of what we don't do as I am of what we do."
7. "Quality is more important than quantity. One home run is much better than two doubles."
8. "I've always wanted to own and control the primary technology in everything we do."
9. "Why join the navy if you can be a pirate?"
10. "A lot of companies have chosen to downsize, and maybe that was the right thing for them. We chose a different path. Our belief was that if we kept putting great products in front of customers, they would continue to open their wallets."
11. "I would trade all of my technology for an afternoon with Socrates."
12. "We don't get a chance to do that many things, and every one should be really excellent. Because this is our life."
13. "Life is brief, and then you die, you know?"

R I P Steve.

Tusesday Teaser - Stripping, And I Don't Mean Paint

Today's guest blogger is Elizabeth Black.

I recently read a story about a shopkeeper in Italy who accused a woman of shoplifting from his store. The two of them were quite loud, shouting in the street. A crowd formed, including lots of tourists. The woman insisted she was innocent, and to prove her case, she began to strip! She wanted to show the shopkeeper she wasn't wearing any purloined clothing. By the time she stood in her underwear in the middle of the street, the shopkeeper saw she hadn't stolen anything, apologized to her, and the two went their separate ways. The crowd dispersed, tourists wandering the streets in search of more adventure.

That's when the tourists noticed their wallets were missing.

They didn't notice the well-dress people moving through the crowd taking wallets from purses, coats, and pants pockets whilst the ruckus was going on. It turns out the entire scenario was a scam! The shopkeeper, the stripping woman, and the well-dressed thieves were in on it together! So it pays to keep your hands in your pockets protecting your wallet if any sudden drama materializes around you.

I've never stripped in public but I have in private. I once stripped down to a borrowed corset for a past lover. The corset was far too big for me but it was so sexy – black and red brocade and lace – that I had to put it on. I had worn a t-shirt and denim shorts that day, and he as expecting to see me in my usual satin panties and no bra. After we were in our hotel room, I told him to lie on the bed since I had a surprise for him. I slowly removed the shorts first, so he thought I had on a sexier-than-usual pair of panties. When I lifted the t-shirt so he could see the corset, I nearly had to fight him off! My breasts looked sexier encased in clothing than they normally did bare because the corset made him imagine what my body looked like beneath all that sexy fabric. Suffice to say the corset didn't stay on long. I did a sexy dance for him, with lots of twirling, and then I slowly removed the corset. We didn't get out of bed for the rest of the night.

In my novel Don't Call Me Baby, Catherine Stone plays a game I created called Strip Mall. It's a board game where you take off items of clothing – or remove someone else's clothing – depending on the card you draw or the space your game piece lands on. This game is fun to play with a large group of people. The first person stark naked wins the game. She's enticed by both the men and the women playing this game with her. She also sees her first nipple ring, and wonders what it would be like to be pierced there herself.

So you want to read about Strip Mall? Buy my book Don't Call Me Baby and you can see for yourself ;)

Here is my blurb for Don't Call Me Baby.

Don't Call Me Baby is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural morés she collides with on a daily basis. It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for aeons. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes - married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job. But she asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards! Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content. Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for - and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.


Naughty Nights Press releases this novel on September 30, 2011. Please visit my blog, web site, and Facebook page for updates, buy links, more excerpts, and reviews.

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Here's an excerpt for your reading pleasure:


Catherine Stone looked around the amusement park and rides but saw nothing unusual. It was the end of another hot and humid day in Maryland during the summer of 1983. The sun had set behind the trees, casting shadows across the park hiding the car she sat in to some extent. Catherine wished it were a bit darker outside, because she was in constant fear of getting caught, but it was a hot June evening, so that was too much to ask for. Besides, the possibility of getting caught thrilled her, made the encounter all the more exciting for her. Every horn blowing and car pulling in made her hair stand on end. Will this be the cop who pulls us over? Can we get away with me sucking him off here yet again?

She unzipped Brian's trousers, and slipped her hand inside. Reaching into his briefs, her fingers wrapped around his growing cock and it jumped at her touch. Brian is so predictable. All he ever wants is for me to suck his cock. Good thing I demand a good, expensive meal after these trysts, or I'd get nothing out of them. She pulled his cock out of his trousers, feeling the organ spread out in her palm.

“Oh, that feels good. I love it when you stroke me off.”

She stroked his shaft, gripping him harder as her hand reached the base. Every time she squeezed, his cock jumped in her hand. She liked the way it looked and felt in her hand. Purple with arousal and thick with veins, the well-formed head glistened with pre-cum. In her years since starting college she had enjoyed many different types of cocks and Brian's was especially hot because it was so big and he was uncircumcised. She liked the look of hard cocks. When they were hard they were so sensitive. A twist a little too far this way or that way could hurt, yet she knew from what past lovers had told her, the pain felt so good. She liked pulling Brian's cock too far; just to get a painful, yet aroused reaction out of him. Although she felt impatient, she relished the fact that she was a good lay. Her blowjob skills had improved greatly over the months, and she could also make Brian come very quickly with her hand jobs.

As she gently rolled back his foreskin and stroked his growing shaft, she cradled his balls in her other hand. She liked the way his cock grew to nearly twice its size, when all she did was brush her fingers against it. It felt hard yet sinewy, like a garden hose full of water. She enjoyed the effect she had on him, and she relished her power. Sex was a heady power surge, and Catherine could not get enough of it.

Brian's cock was big; longer and thicker than other cocks she had the pleasure of sucking and fucking. Plus, at his age of fifty-eight, he stayed harder for a longer time, and it took him much longer to come than men her own age of twenty-two. Catherine never faked orgasms. She liked sex so much that she had no trouble coming every time she fucked. When she didn't feel like coming, she simply said so. Faking an orgasm was something she never even considered doing.

Tonight was one night, however, that she wished Brian would hurry up, come, and get it over with. She hated their trysts at the park because she got little if anything out of them. She would much rather stay in a nice hotel and spend the evening fucking without feeling any pressure, but that was not to be this evening. She needed to be at Silver Spring College in the morning for her new summer job. So here she sat, sexually unsatisfied and feeling a bit used wondering when she was going to meet a man who could satisfy her insatiable sexual needs.

Little did she know that several men, including a father and son, would please her over the upcoming summer weeks, including one man who was her match.

Cara Bristol's Unexpected Consequences, a domestic discipline erotic romance, is now available from Loose ID. It’s the story of newlyweds Melania and Jared Traynor who struggle to balance modern marriage with some very traditional values. Melania only thinks she knows what she’s getting by marrying man who will be the head of their household….

Unexpected Consequences Blurb

Jared belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, a secret organization of men who spank their wives to maintain domestic discipline. When Melania ignores a “request” from her husband and attempts to hide her disobedience, Jared spanks her.

While Jared believes the unpleasantness has been settled, for Melania it only has begun. Although she consented to the spanking, her fairytale notion of marriage has been shattered and she makes plans to leave Jared as soon as her parents return from vacation.

While she waits, Melania begins to see more positive aspects of domestic discipline. But just as she decides her love for Jared is paramount and she might be able to accept a domestic discipline marriage, Jared discovers she’d planned to leave him and once again her marriage is in jeopardy.

Publisher’s Note: This book contains explicit sexual content, graphic language, and situations that some readers may find objectionable: paddling, spanking.

Unexpected Consequences Excerpt

Jared parked his Mercedes at the curb, dropped a few coins into the meter, and sprinted across the street to the shoe store. He was cutting it close. Their guests would arrive in a few hours, but he’d been so busy all week, he hadn’t had an opportunity until now to get the shoes.

Melania deserved them, not only for her immediate obedience the other evening, but also because she’d worked so hard. His young wife was quite the accomplished cook, and she’d tested recipes all week to find the right ones to please his friends. She’d cleaned the house until it gleamed. Fresh flowers decorated every nook and cranny, and the dining table was readied with their wedding china and silver.

He twisted his mouth ruefully. Taking her on the dining table wasn’t an option at this point, unless he wanted to wreck her beautiful table setting and break their wedding crystal.

The bell over the door tinkled as Jared dashed inside the shop.

The same clerk stood behind the counter, texting into her cell phone. She looked up, and recognition seemed to flicker in her gaze. She tapped a few more characters, then set the phone down. “Hey,” she said.

“I’m back,” he said. “I was hoping you still have the shoes my wife liked so much. Size seven?”

The clerk’s pierced eyebrow rose.

“The red ones, with the” -- he waved his hands -- “the little doodad bows.”

“I remember.” A frown creased her forehead. “We don’t have the shoes anymore.”

“Damnit.” Jared sighed. “I should have come back sooner. My wife will be disappointed. Well, thank you.” He turned to leave, then stopped. “Can you order another pair?” He looked at the clerk.

The clerk blinked. “For your wife? The girl you were with the other night?”

No, for somebody else’s wife. Jared stifled his sarcastic retort. It wasn’t the clerk’s fault. She had a lot of customers and couldn’t be expected to remember everyone. “Yes.”

“Your wife already bought them.”

He shook his head. “You must be mistaken.”

“I don’t think so. Your wife has long, dark, curly hair. Big, honking princess-cut wedding ring?” She stretched out her left hand and wiggled her ring finger.

The muscles in Jared’s face froze.

“Yeah.” The girl shrugged. “She came in a couple of days ago and bought the shoes.”

Jared’s temperature soared into the red zone. He managed to thank the clerk before striding out, a ball of fury bunching his shoulder blades. He covered the distance to his car in half the time, jerked open the door, and lowered himself inside. He fastened his hands on the steering wheel. Melania had deliberately disobeyed him and sneaked behind his back to buy the shoes.

His nostrils flared with anger as hurt clenched his chest in a tight-fisted grip.

He shook his head in dismay. He couldn’t say he hadn’t been warned. Melania’s father had told him his daughter had been a little overindulged. When Jared had asked his future father-in-law for his daughter’s hand in marriage, Conner Jackson had granted it readily but cautioned Jared that Melania needed a firm hand to control her willfulness.

“I have to accept some responsibility,” Conner had admitted. “While I didn’t hesitate to deliver the discipline Melania’s mother needed, I’m afraid I was too lenient on my daughter. She was such a sweet little girl, it was hard to say no to her, and sometimes she didn’t get the spankings she deserved.”

“I’ll do right by her, sir,” Jared had assured the older man.

“I know you will, son. My wife and I are pleased Melania has met someone older and wiser who loves her and will provide her with what she needs rather than with what she wants.”

As he recalled the conversation with Conner, Jared’s hurt and anger ebbed. He didn’t doubt Melania’s love or her inherent goodness. She had a heart as big as the ocean, and she would mature into a fine wife and mother. But she needed discipline.

It was time to provide some. Jared started the engine and headed home to Melania.

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Six Sentence Sunday

Here's a little Six Sentence Teaser from a little WIP called Taming Rachael.

Rachael opened her eyes.  She couldn't resist him, his touch, his body, his voice despite how much she wanted to.  Being independent and strong willed, she allowed no man to dominate her.  Yet there was something about this giant of a man; all he had to do was look at her, touch her, and ask.  Rachael hated being so weak. She was a moth and he the fire. 

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FLIRTY FRIDAY: The skinny on bedroom attire

I read an article online today about how to look more like a Victoria’s Secret model. (Read the story here, if you want.) It got me thinking about lingerie, which got me thinking about what I wear in the bedroom.

You’d think as an erotic romance author I would regularly wear sexy lingerie or nothing at all to bed. (Do you hear that? It’s the sound of Mr. Simone laughing his ass off.)

No. I tend to wear old, stretched out T-shirts and panties to bed. Sometimes I include mismatched socks. Sometimes the shirts are so ugly and worn, Mr. Simone’s first comment when he sees me is, “Really, Bec, really?”

I’m thinking I should probably take a cue from my heroines (who always look sexy and fabulous) and upgrade my bedroom wardrobe. What do you think?

What about you? What do you wear to bed?

You can learn more about Becca, her books, and her sexier heroines on her website.

Thursday Thirteen – 13 Date Nights

We all seem to live very busy lives and time for romance is simply squeezed in. A friend of mine gave me the idea to write this post when she told me how she and hubby set a night a week aside as a date night. All week long they anticipate the one evening alone without kids and some one-on-one time with each other. Hmm… I think I like that anticipation part.

 

1. Stay overnight at a hotel and order room service.

2. Go out for dinner and a movie.

3. Visit a bar or pub you used to frequent when you were dating. Or simply visit a local saloon for a drink and dancing.

4. Visit a museum or attend a poetry reading.

5. If you have an entire day, hop into a car and drive in one direction for an hour. See where it takes you and find things to do when you get there. I remember doing this with hubby and we’d find fun ice cream parlors, antique shops and even a couple wineries.

6. Grab a pizza to go and a bottle of wine then find a nice spot in a local park or even your backyard to eat.

7. Go out just for dessert. Eat it sensually.

8. Go for a walk in the woods or a park. Take a blanket and lie under a tree and cuddle for an afternoon or watch the moon rise.

9. Make dinner together, sipping wine as you do. Play music and enjoy simply being together.

10. Rent a movie, serve up drinks and popcorn. Slip into “something more comfortable” and see if you make it to the end of the movie.

11. Play a board game. Strip Monopoly, honey?

12. Have an indoor picnic. Lay out a blanket on the floor or use the coffee table. Light candles and have some fresh flowers to add to the ambiance.

13. Take a long bath together by candlelight. How about some wine too?

What would be a romantic date night for you?

Coming Back from Rachel Leigh

Rachel Leigh has a new novella available
from The Wild Rose Press.
Her latest release is one scorching hot read!

Check it out!

Blurb: Kelly Hampton loved once...and lost. After two years of looking
for Sean MacKenzie in other men--and failing miserably--she takes a vow
of celibacy. No sex until she finds love. Then Sean strolls back into
her bar, reigniting old flames. No one has come close to understanding
or satisfying her like he did. Her body burns for the passion they once
shared, but her heart still remembers the pain.

Sean escaped Jessop Hill and his father's fists in the middle of the
night without a word--even to his love, Kelly--to protect his battered
mother, but he never forgot the explosively erotic relationship he left
behind. Now his father is dead and Sean is back for the only woman he's
ever wanted. Their reunion is full of fire – but can sexual
attraction and noble intentions overcome years of heartache or will
Kelly walk away to protect her heart this time.

Excerpt:

“We’re closed,” she snapped.

The stranger continued to walk closer without as much as a blip in his stride. The massive height and width of him engulfed the space between them until he stopped and his eyes met hers. Kelly stared. Recognition hit her like a demolition ball. Her breath caught and her heart picked up speed. No. No, it couldn’t be.

Swallowing hard, she crossed her arms to hide the shaking in her hands. He looked away from her, casually taking in his surroundings. She stared at his profile, her feet welded to the floor. No, she was wrong. It couldn’t be him.

This was a dangerous situation. She was alone. The guy was built like a Trojan warrior. Instinctively, she inched her hand below the bar and curled her fingers around one of the three aluminum baseball bats lodged beneath it at four feet intervals. Any funny stuff and he wouldn’t know what hit him.

Leaning his hands on the bar, he shook the rain from his dark blonde hair, spattering the polished wood of the bar, and looked straight into Kelly’s eyes.

Oh, shit. It was him. Without any doubt whatsoever. Her heart turned over. “Sean?” she croaked.

His smile was slow, sexy, and completely irresistible. Kelly trembled with the effort it took not to leap over the bar and slam his face between her breasts.

“Hi, Kelly,” he said. “Should’ve known you end up running this place.”

Cool. She needed to be cool. Slowly pulling her hand from the bat, she planted both flat on the bar, mimicking his stance and purposefully tilting forward so he could have a clear glimpse of her cleavage and just what the hell he’d been missing for the last two years.


Coming Backby Rachel Leigh
The Wild Rose PressRelease Date: 8-12-2011


"Coming Back confronts the age old issues of going home again and rekindling lost love. Sean and Kelly never stopped loving each other, but life pulled them apart. Now Sean is back to win Kelly without knowing if she will be able to forgive him and let their love bloom once more. Coming Back is a passionate tale of love and lust mixing together and what happens when we face the responsibilities of life. Rachel Leigh has a good erotic voice that keeps things fiery throughout her work." - Sizzling Hot Reviews

Rachel Leigh lives in the UK with her husband, two daughters and beloved Labrador. She is a member of Romance Writers of America and the Romantic Novelists Association. When she's not writing she is reading, walking or watching dramas on TV while nursing a chilled glass of white wine!

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Accidents and Experimentation by Lucy Felthouse

Please welcome a special guest blogger today.... Lucy Felthouse!

Thanks for letting me loose on the blog today, you Romance Writers Behaving Badly!

Today I'm chatting about the ideas behind my latest release from Ravenous Romance, Naughty Delivery. It's a short erotic story with spanking and bondage elements.

When I was thinking about writing the story, I knew I wanted to write BDSM into it, but as I don't write much of that kind of stuff I wanted to start myself off gently. So I came up with the idea of making the characters in the story new to BDSM – then went one step further and made it so their discovery of the kinky sex play was quite accidental! The result was a fun, lighthearted and yet very sexy tale of spanking and bondage. And, perhaps unsurprisingly, the characters loved it!

Without giving too much away, the couple in the story, Sonia and Ben have decided to order some sex toys to spice up things in the bedroom. However, when the parcel turns up, the contents aren't quite what they expected. They decide to try them out anyway and discover an element of sex they hadn't previously experimented with – and they like it!

Here's a little taster of the story for you:

Sonia moved restlessly through the house; cleaning. She hated housework at the best of times, but when she was on tenterhooks like this, the dust certainly didn’t have much to fear.

She was saved from her half-hearted duster-flicking by a knock at the door. Abandoning the cloth with undisguised glee, Sonia rushed to the front door. Unlocking it, she greeted the delivery guy with a maniacal grin. Barely noticing his wary expression, Sonia signed his hand-held machine and closed the door behind him, clutching the box with delight.

Sonia rushed out to the garden.

“Ben! Ben, it’s here!”

Ben looked up from where he’d been weeding the garden, a smile spreading across his face. Sonia’s excitement was catching. Plus, he was just as interested in the contents of the package as she was.

Standing, he followed his girlfriend as she scampered back into the house, retrieved a pair of scissors from the kitchen drawer and made her way upstairs. Ben paused to wash his dirt-encrusted hands in the kitchen before following Sonia to the bedroom.

Upstairs, she was sitting cross-legged on their bed, scissors at the ready. Ben tucked his lanky frame into a mirror image of Sonia’s position, and nodded.

“Go on then,” he said, “open it.”

She didn’t need prompting twice. Slicing away at the tape sealing the box, Sonia was careful not to damage the contents. When it was done, she put the scissors down and waggled her eyebrows and fingers theatrically before folding back the flaps of the box.

Sinking her fingers into the polystyrene packing chips, Sonia resisted the childish temptation to scoop some up and throw them around. She’d only have to tidy them up, and she thought that time would be much better spent enjoying the contents of the parcel.

It was the first time they’d ordered sex toys from the Internet. Actually, it was the first time they’d purchased any sex toys, full stop. Ben and Sonia had always been happy with their sex life, but after reading one too many articles about how much fun vibrators and things were, they’d decided to find out what all the fuss was about.

They’d giggled like naughty schoolchildren as they scoured their website of choice, browsing through all the naughty things available for sale. After gawping wide-eyed and open-mouthed at several scary-looking implements definitely not designed for beginners, they’d navigated back to the more vanilla couples’ toys.

Following some umm-ing and ahh-ing, they made their choices, placed the order and waited. However, things weren’t quite the same after they’d clicked that ‘Confirm Purchase’ button. In the days that followed, their normal routine was punctuated with spontaneous sex. It usually followed a conversation about the various things they’d seen on the website, not to mention the items that were winging their way through the postal system, en route to their house.

Or so they thought.

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Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth.

Find out more at Lucy Felthouse ~ Erotic Author.

You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.

Never Say Oops

Ever wished you could take back something you said? Wish you had an Undo button for life? Me too. That's why I thought today would be a good time to share 13 quotes I recently discovered about making mistakes. In case you're wondering, my favorite is #13, and the title of this blog post. I found these gems on The Quote Garden, which has been online for more than a decade. Seems they are doing something right!

As a writer, I've made a few good ones. Okay, okay, more than a few.  After all, that's why editors are necessary. Nobody's perfect. So, tell me, do any of these fit you  someone you know? ^_^

1. The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.  ~Elbert Hubbard, The Note Book, 1927
2. Mistakes are part of the dues one pays for a full life.  ~Sophia Loren
3. It was when I found out I could make mistakes that I knew I was on to something.  ~Ornette Coleman
4. I never make stupid mistakes.  Only very, very clever ones.  ~John Peel
5. If you don't make mistakes, you're not working on hard enough problems.  And that's a big mistake.  ~F. Wikzek
6. While one person hesitates because he feels inferior, the other is busy making mistakes and becoming superior.  ~Henry C. Link
7. An expert is a man who has made all the mistakes which can be made in a very narrow field.  ~Niels Bohr
8. When we make mistakes they call it evil.  When God makes mistakes they call it Nature!  ~Jack Nicholson in The Witches of Eastwick
9. Things could be worse.  Suppose your errors were counted and published every day, like those of a baseball player.  ~Author Unknown
10. When you realize you've made a mistake, make amends immediately.  It's easier to eat crow while it's still warm.  ~Dan Heist
11. Mistakes fail in their mission of helping the person who blames them on the other fellow.  ~Henry S. Haskins
12. Error is a hardy plant; it flourishes in every soil.  ~Martin F. Tupper
13. Never say, "oops."  Always say, "Ah, interesting."  ~Author Unknown

Have a favorite along these lines? One of these speak to you in some way? By all means, share!

Release Day: Unexpected Consequences by Cara Bristol

Communication, or lack there of, can make or break a relationship.

My husband and I dated for five years before we got married. We never lived together, but we spent a lot of time in each other’s company and we talked a lot. We discussed money, kids, our families, where we would live, our jobs, my writing, retirement—just about everything.

So we thought we knew what we were getting. But during five years of discussions, we somehow failed to talk about the really important issues in a marriage such as:

• Is it ever acceptable to leave a banana peel in the kitchen sink?
•  Exactly what temperature should the electric blanket be set at?
• Who is responsible for buying bread?

So, even though we knew each other very well, we experienced a few unpleasant surprises and we went through an…uh…adjustment period during the first six to twelve months of our marriage.

Melania and Jared Traynor, the characters in my erotic romance domestic discipline novella Unexpected Consequences, are experiencing an adjustment period in their new marriage – although over much more serious matters.

Melania thinks she knows what to expect from her husband. Two weeks into her marriage, she’s as happy as she can be and can’t believe her good fortune. Anyone who’s been in a relationship knows that sometimes the biggest upsets start with the smallest incidents. For Melania, it started with a simple pair of red stiletto pumps…

Unexpected Consequences Blurb
Having been reared in a traditional family in which her father was the undisputed head of household, Melania Traynor eagerly vows to follow and obey her new husband. She’s thrilled to marry Jared Traynor, man who will love, protect and guide her with a firm hand.

She has no idea how firm.

Jared belongs to the Rod and Cane Society, an organization of men and their wives who are devoted practitioners of domestic discipline.

When Melania disobeys a “request” from her husband and attempts to hide her disobedience, Jared delivers the spanking he feels is warranted. Although Melania consents, she fears that she got more than she bargained for and doubts she can submit to a lifetime of domestic discipline.

Jared doubts he can accept anything less.

Unexpected Consequences Excerpt

One second she stood beside him, her face pressed to the glass like a little kid at a candy store, and the next she’d evaporated, materializing inside the shop. Jared enjoyed seeing Melania so excited, her face lit up like a Christmas tree, but she had the proclivity to spend a lot of money if not restrained. It was one behavior, among others, she needed to work on, and there was no time like the present. This offered a prime opportunity to test and verify her trust and obedience. He followed her into the shop.

“The clerk thinks she has my size.” Melania was seated in a chair, her sandals already off her feet.

 “You don’t need another pair of shoes.” Jared shook his head. “It’s getting late. I have a full day tomorrow, and you have a list of things you wanted to get done for the party.”

“I’ll only be a minute. I want to try them. Please?” Her gaze turned beguiling, and even though he knew he needed to resist the pull, his resolve softened.

 “You can try them,” he agreed pointedly.

The clerk, a woman about Melania’s age but with eyebrow and nose piercings and short, spiked hair dyed overly black, appeared with a box. “This pair is one of our best sellers. You’re lucky we have your size.” She nudged a stool into place in front of Melania and straddled it. The clerk flipped the lid off the box and pushed aside the tissue paper to reveal the shoes.

Melania stretched out a delicate, pedicured foot, and the salesgirl slid one shoe on, then the other. Even with the platform, the heels were incredibly high. “Oh my God, they’re gorgeous.” Melania’s hushed tone was reverent.

Jared frowned. “How would you walk in those things?”

Melania exchanged an amused glance with the salesgirl. “Silly, they’re not for walking. They just make you feel good.”

She rose and tottered a few steps before finding her sea legs and striding confidently across the carpeted floor. The shoes caused her back to arch, accentuated her chest, and made her legs appear a mile long. Her perfect ass sashayed with each step, undermining his good intentions.

Jared envisioned her wearing the shoes and nothing else, bent over the dining table or the desk in his home office. His cock hardened. He curled his mouth with amusement. Melania was right. The shoes made one feel good.

She could wear them at their small dinner party. He would make love to her on the dining table before his friends arrived, and afterward, while she coolly attended to their guests, he would grin secretly at the memory. He would buy her the shoes.

Melania performed a pirouette and glided toward him. “Please, Jared? I know they’re really expensive and I have red ones, but not like these.” She tilted her head to the side, her glowing hazel eyes beseeching him.

Melania loved the shoes.

He loved the shoes.

His cock loved the shoes.

“No.” He shook his head. “Not today, Melania.” He injected a steely edge into his tone.

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Contest

I’m having a prize drawing through the end of September for an ebook copy of Unexpected Consequences. To enter, post a comment and leave your email address. I’ll choose my favorite comment from among all my guest blogs during the month of September. The schedule is posted on my blog, http://www.carabristol.com/.

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EXCERPT MONDAY: Midnight Treat

It seems like summer just got here, yet it's almost over and Halloween is just around the corner. So, what better time to tease you with an excerpt from my sexy Halloween novella than now?

She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I can taste me,” she said against his lips.

“You taste good, don’t you?”

She giggled and sucked his tongue deep into her mouth. After some languorous kissing, she said, “I want to please you.”

He sat up and spread his arms wide. “Sweetheart, my body is yours to do with what you will.”

She scooted to the edge of the bed. “Stand up,” she told him. When he did, she sank to her knees on the floor before him.

His cock strained at the zipper of his pants, as it had for quite some time. With agonizing slowness, she unzipped his fly. Finally, she sprang him free. Her eyes grew wide. “You’re huge.” She looked up at him, then back at his cock. If it were possible, it grew even harder with her compliment.

Cassie hooked her fingers in his waistband and tugged his pants down to the floor. She had her hands wrapped around his shaft before he’d stepped out of the pants.

“I’m not very good at this,” she said, glancing shyly up at him.

“Says who?”

A blush spread across her face. “An old boyfriend.”

His fists clenched at his sides. An overwhelming urge to beat the shit out of this guy he’d never met surged through his veins. He unclenched his fingers and slid his hands into her hair then down to her shoulders, caressing her. “Baby, trust me. Once my dick is in your mouth, there’s not much wrong you can do.”

MIDNIGHT TREAT is available now on through my publisher, Amazon and B&N. You can learn more about me and my writing on my website.

An Interview with a Psychic

Hello! Last week I sat down with Ryann Phillips, the heroine from PreView, my newest release from Carina Press:

Architect Ryann Phillips lives a normal life—except for her psychic dreams. Few of her premonitions make sense, or even cause her to lose sleep, until she dreams about a vicious murder and is compelled to warn the would-be victim.

Attorney Trevor Kearney doesn’t believe it when Ryann claims his client’s life is in danger. Nevertheless, he’s intrigued by her ability to hold up to his questioning, and by the unexpected attraction he feels for the beautiful woman. He reluctantly agrees to work together to keep his client safe…and to spend more time with Ryann.

Ryann hasn’t met anyone who infuriates and arouses her like Trevor does. He may question her psychic visions, but there’s no doubting their sexual chemistry. As they grow closer, their relationship could put them in the path of a killer and inadvertently set the course of events in motion…

There are a lot of things I'd like to know about this psychic heroine. I thought I'd share our conversation with you

Alanna: "Hello, Ryann?"

Ryann: "Yes, how are you?"

A: "I'm just fine. Sorry... I'm a little flustered. I guess I was expecting someone a little more…um…"

R: "Outlandish?"

A: "Well…yeah. You're wearing jeans and a tee-shirt, not a flowing paisley dress and turban like I imagined when I heard you were psychic."

R: "You're the crazy one. You wrote me."

A: "Oh yeah. That's right. So anyway, tell me what it's like to see the future. I've always wanted to be able to do that."

R: "You have?" Her brow furrows. "Why would you want to do that?"

A: I shrug "I don't know. Sounds like it would be interesting. Maybe find out the World Series score and pick the best players for my fantasy team?"

R: She laughs. "If I ever have a sports-related vision, you'll be the first to know."

A: "Obviously. But really, you've had these visions for a while. When did you realize that your dreams were merging with reality?"

R: "The visions began when I was a teen. I blame puberty and the whacky hormones bouncing through my system. At first I just assumed they were just very realistic dreams. Most of my visions are completely harmless snippets of strangers' lives. A child learning to ride a bike, or a young man's graduation day. Nothing that would make me think these were actually real people. One vision was disturbing enough that I told my friend Ashley about it. She urged me to take it seriously, and it was a good thing I did, it meant the life of a little boy."

A: "What, really?"

R: She looks away, and picks imaginary lint off her jeans. "Yes. He'd wandered away from home. I saw where he slept in my vision, and I was able to direct the police to him."

A: "You look embarrassed about it. I think if it were me, I'd be shouting from the rooftops."

R: "Unlike you, I don't want to be branded a freak."

A: "I see." I scratch through my notes for Ryann's role in a sequel. "Do you have any other talents?"

R: "Well, I'm an architect, so I think I do a pretty good job drawing a straight line."

A: "With a ruler." I roll my eyes. "I meant psychic talents."

R: "No, just these weird premonitions. I can't even control them." She takes a drink of water. "Maybe I'd rather be able to move things with my mind."

A: "Well that might be interesting in a romance." I grin. "How about mind-reading? Can you do that?"

R: "No. If I could, it would have been a lot easier to figure out what happened in the dream about Victoria's murder."

A: "Oh yeah you're right. Maybe I should have written some mindreading in there for you."

R: "A little late for that."

A: "Another book maybe. I'm full of ideas."

R: "Oh!" She scoots to the edge of her seat. "Maybe write one for Ashley. She really needs a happily ever after. Give her a guy who snores. She hates that."

A: "You're evil! I love it." I Jot new notes. "How about Trevor's friend Kevin? He's a little too cocky for her I think, but putting characters in difficult positions is one of my favorite things to do."

R: She snorts. "Don't I know it?"

A: "Hey, those positions I put you and Trevor in weren't my idea. I'm just the conductor for you guys. You of all people must know that."

R: "Trevor and I don't need your help any more, thank you very much."

A: "Is that so? Do tell."

R: "That will have to be off the record. Trevor is a private person really. He'd kill me for talking about our sex life."

A: "Well, he must not have read PreView. I'm afraid I spilled some beans there."

R: "Yeah you did. Maybe I'll read those scenes to him. His blush is so cute."

A: "I can imagine. He's a sexy guy anyway." I fan myself. "Okay, before we go off the record, I'll thank the RWBB for letting us use this nice blog to chat. I'll be sure to clean up after we're done. I'd love to give away a copy of PreView to one lucky RWBB blog readers! Just leave a comment, any comment, and in the morning I'll randomly choose one to win. Thanks for sitting down with me, Ryann. Best of luck with your premonitions. If you have any more interesting dreams, let me know."

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Tasty Treat with DC Juris

Tasty Treat by DC Juris

Hi folks! DC Juris here. I'll be your guest host for today. For those of you who don't know me, I'm a transgender fella who writes GLBTQ and heterosexual romance, but mostly m/m.

For today's prompt, and because I'm generally crappy at coming up with things to blog about, I asked my Facebook friends what they want to know. My good friend, and fellow m/m romance writer, Ellis Carrington came up with six questions—here's one of them: What is your favorite ice cream?

Now, if you now anything about me at all, you know there's no such thing as a question with a simple answer. And this one is no different.

Growing up, I was only allowed to have store brand Neapolitan ice cream. That was dad's favorite, so nothing else could come into the house. The only exception was if they were out of Neapolitan, in which case he'd buy butter pecan, but he wasn't happy about it. Even the division of ice cream was controlled. Dad got the chocolate, mom got the strawberry, and I was left with vanilla. Not that vanilla's not nice, but every now and then, another flavor would've been nice. I didn't dare think about sneaking a bite of anything else, though. If you think that's all drastic, consider this: I wasn't even allowed to go into the ice cream section of the store.

Crazy, right?

In high school, I started dating a guy named Robert who liked ice cream. We'd frequently stop at one of those parking lot ice cream places—you know, the giant ice cream cones randomly sitting in the parking lot of some megastore or mini mall. I can still remember standing there staring at the menu in awe, wondering what I should get. I had my first chocolate peanut butter. My first banana-flavored. We even went on a mini road trip once, and I had strawberry cheesecake.

A year or so later, a friend and I went to Baskin Robbins. Oh. My. GOD. Thirty-one flavors, all for me??? Some of them I'd never even heard of. And the colors! I'd never really seen the ice cream at the giant cone place. I was completely amazed at the rainbow of creamy goodness!

My husband is also an ice cream enthusiast and takes me to get cones. Although, admittedly he just enjoys watching me eat them. Apparently I'm quite…er…erotic at it. ::shy grin:: He's introduced me to flavors like Heavenly Hash, Chunky Monkey, and Panda Paws.

But what's my favorite flavor? I don't really have one. I'm fond of chocolate peanut butter, but I'm still searching for my favorite. So far haven't tried but a few I didn't like! 