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#SteamySunday: Because Charity begins at home… #excerpt #erotic #FELTTIPS


Welcome to another addition of Steamy Sunday, where each week I will share something I find STEAMY — could be an excerpt, an image, a story, you name it. If I think it has hotness, it could be included.

This week, in honor of the Thanskgiving holiday, I thought I would reach into the archives and share a steamy little excerpt form my short story, Routine Maintenance — which is part of the FELT TIPS office supply themed erotica anthology released by Tiffany Reisz (and 8th Circle Press) with all proceeds on the anthology sales being donated to charity.

My story is one of 44 (give or take) included in the anthology.

Here is a little tidbit from Routine Maintenance:

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Jacob absorbed the remaining air between them, drawing her into his embrace. His mouth crushed hers in a bruising kiss.

Kara melted against his chest, whimpered into his mouth.

Jacob ripped his molten lips away, leaving her dizzy and clinging. She could feel his steady heartbeat bouncing against her ribcage where their bodies still touched.

The smile pulling at his succulent lips sent a shiver along her arms and the blood thrumming through her veins. “What do you think? Do I?” he asked, voice low and husky.

Kara blinked, mind numb. “Think? Me?” I think you shouldn’t have stopped.

Jacob let out a soft chuckle.

The delicious sound trickled down her spine like warm honey, heating her from the inside out.  She stared at his lips, urging them to reclaim hers.

As if he heard her silent plea, Jacob’s lips fused with hers, scattering all thought. His fingers twined in the hair at her nape, gripped it tight.

Tingles shot through her limbs at the commanding touch. Kara pressed her body to his, anxious to follow wherever he planned to take her.

Still holding her in place with a handful of hair, Jacob leaned away, searched her face. “You have to be willing to ask for what you want, Kara.” He traced her jaw with a fingertip. “Can you do that for me?”

Confusion clouded her thoughts and heat flushed her cheeks. Could she? What exactly do I want? Kara took a deep breath and let the words out in a rush. “I want you to kiss me again.”

He grinned. “Good girl. Now, ask for it properly.”

Her stomach knotted at the prospect. “Ask?”

“Yes, you know what I want to hear, don’t you pet?” As a reminder of his control over her body, his hand tightened in her hair.

Despite the rush of fear careening through her body, Kara felt a stab of desire at the quiet command lacing his voice. “Will you please kiss me again?”

“That’s all you want? Another kiss?” he asked, brow arched. The grip on her hair loosened. “How disappointing.”

If you are interested in picking up a copy of FELT TIPS, you know, in the interest of charity and all that, you can grab a copy at any of these fine retailers (in Print or eBook):




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#SexySnippets: A Taste of My Current WIP #Erotic #BDSM

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Welcome to another installment of Sexy Snippets. Sorry for my late posting this morning. I had a little bit of trouble getting up and moving this Sunday.

But, without further delay, here are my seven sentences for this week, brought to you from my current WIP, A Test of Faith (WT). In this scene, Richard is enjoying an evening with his new submissive, Faith.

Led by the leash, Faith crawled forward a few feet.

“Here is good.” Richard crouched down, pulled the chain taut, and attached the end to something on the floor, trapping her in place. He tested the chain, giving it a yank to ensure it wouldn’t pull free from whatever he’d tethered her to.

Faith had enough room to move her head slightly left or right, but she couldn’t lift it higher than her shoulders and she couldn’t back up. A sense of helplessness washed over her, stealing her breath. Her heart thundered against her ribcage.

Thanks for stopping in for a visit. Be sure to swing by the other blogs participating in SEXY SNIPPETS this week.

New Release News: I’ll be Damned by Stella Berkley Plus an Interview with the Author! @evernightpub #erotica

I am over the moon to be able to be part of the Blog Tour to announce the release of Stella Berkley’s latest release, I’ll Be Damned. The cover is smokin’ and since I got to beta read some of the stories in this one, I know the stories are too. I’m a huge fan of Ms. Berkley’s writing.


Title: I’ll Be Damned
Author: Stella Berkley
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: Erotic Romance (Dark)
Release Date:

Blurb: For one night, love is enough to bridge the distance between heaven and hell.

In Devil Be Mine, Lucifer’s soul whore, Delilah, is tempted by her favorite submissive, Micah, an angel as pure as she is naughty.

In Fire and Ice, heaven’s black sheep, Qenna, meets her match in Pyro, chaos incarnate and devilish charm in a designer suit.

In Raven, a reaper forces the Guardian, Mara, to accept what’s in her heart or say goodbye to her Raven forever.

In Hunting Pleasure, Lucifer’s Lieutenant, Selene, indulges in heaven’s highest ranking sentinels, Michael and Arael, who turn the hunter into the hunted.

And finally, in No Mercy, God’s right hand, Gabriella, must convince Lucifer to abolish the law standing between her brethren and their lovers. To right a wrong she played a part in, Gabriella agrees to a private meeting with the object of her darkest fantasies—the devil himself.

Excerpt from Fire and Ice

Giant snowflakes drifted down around me, where I perched on the ledge of the war monument. The wings of the stone angel at my back, along with the growing darkness, would mask my own silver wings from any humans who might wander through Centennial Park.

Beneath me, Micah, one of my brothers on high, walked by cloaked in a black trench coat and a fedora.

“You’re not going to Lu’s titty bar, by any chance, are you?” I shouted down to him while suppressing a snicker. “Gabriella’s going to be pissed.”

Micah stopped and turned striking blue eyes up at me, cutting across the winter twilight like beacons. “I—how did—it’s none of your concern, Qenna.” He rolled his head until his neck cracked. “What are you doing down here? Gabriella told you to remain in the upper realm tonight since she’s with Him and Lucifer and can’t keep you out of trouble.”

No wonder she was so crabby earlier. She totally wanted to bone Lu—it was written all over her every time someone mentioned his name. I quirked up an eyebrow and shrugged. “If you won’t answer me, why the hell should I answer you?” I snorted and leaned forward, my long, white hair tumbling over the edge of the monument in spirals. “And you’re one to talk. She told you to stay put, too.”

His eyes darkened before tilting his head forward, obscured once again by the brim of his hat. He gave a disgruntled huff. “Just do us all a favor and keep out of trouble, though saying that to you is like telling a kitten to stay away from a dangling scrap of yarn.” Micah continued in the direction he’d been going. “Lucifer isn’t around to watch his kind tonight, so you’re on your own.”

“Say hi to Delilah for me.”

Micah’s shoulders hunched up, but he never turned back. “And give my regards to Pyro.”

*fans self* Hot, right? Between you me and the palm tree, Stella comes a close second to Lila Shaw for my favorite erotica author.

I know you want to know where you can pick up a copy. Here are your Buy Links: Amazon  |  All Romance Ebooks  |  Evernight Publishing


Now, for my interview with the fabulous Stella Berkley:

Bex: We’ll start out with a basic authory type question. Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Stella: Total, total, tooooootal pantser.  Plotting and I don’t get along, no patience for it.  Plotting takes patience and forethought and research.  Nope, I step onto the path at chapter 1 and take off at a sprint, usually having no idea where I’m going until I type THE END.  There’s no better thrill than finishing a book and re-reading it, and it’s all new to me, like reading something someone else wrote.  It sounds weird, but I often zen out that much.

Bex: A girl after my own heart. I’m not sure I could write if I had to outline and plot. What authors inspire you?

Stella: My two big ones are from opposite genres, but they have the same talent.  Characters.  Stephen King and Karen Marie Moning create the most amazing people in their stories, so real I actually miss them when I close the book.  I still think about KMM’s character Jericoh Barrons.  If I ever create a character half as intriguing, I’ll be over the moon.

Bex: I admit I’ve not read any of Karen Marie Moning. Will have to Google her after this. 😛 Speaking of different genres, if you could only write in one genre for the rest of your career, what genre would you choose?

Stella: I love urban fantasy.  Mostly because it’s so freeing.  I can create whatever I want and come up with some wild explanation for it.  No research.  Yeah, that’s a bonus.  If I want a dragon helipad in the middle of my city?  Hell, I’ll make one!

Bex: Another place we seem to agree. I love the creativity the fantasy genre allows for. Let’s turn the conversation to characters. Which of the characters in your current release is your favorite?

Stella: Lucifer.  Mmm, let me say it again, slower.  Lucifer.  Doesn’t it just roll off the tongue?  He’s incredibly sexy and all alpha male, which I love, but there’s also a story to him, too.  I like my men to have a colorful past to help me understand them.

Bex: Hehe — Nice! If allowed to keep only one book on your bookshelf, what would it be?

Stella: Erg…just one?  Seriously?

Bex: Seriously.

Stella: Okay, fine.  I guess it would be The Killing Dance by Laurell K. Hamilton where Anita and Jean Claude finally break the tension they’ve been torturing me with for five whole books.  I might have read it a few times.  O_o

Bex: Wow. Another author I haven’t read. *jots it down* Let’s focus a bit on you. Morning person or grumpy bear?

Stella: Hate mornings.  Hate, loathe and despise them.  When I have to get up and go to work.  On Saturdays, mornings are awesome.

Bex: Add in Sunday and I’m with you. I savor my weekends. What is next for you?

Stella: Gah, too much.  I’ve set myself a lofty writing goal in 2013.  I intend to finish 5 novels, three of which are already started.  Yes, that’s a lot, but I’ve already finished book 2 of a 7 book urban fantasy series called Ironhill Jinn, and it’s only February.  I also have the final book of my UF trilogy coming out in June.  Sad and excited at the same time.

Bex: You know I’ve said it before — you’re a writing machine! Thank goodness, because I’m a fangirl (never thought I’d type that in my life). Anyway…back to you. If I were to look in your closet right now, would I find frills and lace or demin and tees?

Stella: Um…neither?  I’m a comfy kind of girl.  When I’m not in dress pants for work, I’m usually in yoga pants and tees or a sweat shirt.  Yeah, it’s not pretty, but it’s comfy.

Bex: I can get behind comfy. For sure. What is the weirdest lesson your parents ever taught you?

Stella: How to drive a combine?  Or how to deliver a calf?  There are too many to name, really.  *snort*

Bex: Interesting parents. I like em’! 😛 Now, for probably the most important question of the interview. If you were only allowed to eat one dessert for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Stella: Hands down, cheese cake.  With some sort of fruity drizzle on it.  *drools*  Do you have any?

Bex: Criminy. I wish. We’ll have to hit The Cheesecake Factory after this…now I want some too.

I want to thank Stella for taking the time to visit with us and share her steamy new release, I’ll Be Damned. Make sure you show her the love and go pick up a copy.


About the Author:

Stella Berkley grew up in small town Ontario as a farmer’s daughter, usually up to her ears in some kind of trouble.  A career daydreamer, Stella has a vivid imagination and a love for fantasy, especially the dark and steamy kind.  Two of her novellas have been published with Cobblestone Press, and two novels by her tamer self were published last year.  When she isn’t writing, she hangs out with her husband and young daughter at their little house in the woods.
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New Release News and Author Interview: Their First Noelle by Cara Michaels

Today I have a special treat for you all. Instead of just the regular new release news, I have also managed to snag an interview with the author of today’s spotlight release, THEIR FIRST NOELLE, Ms. Cara Michaels.

Bex: Thanks so much for coming by today, Cara. The story looks steamy good — just what I like in a short story. On that note, what inspired you to write Their First Noelle? Is there an interesting story behind it?

Cara: There should be. It’s such a fun, sexy, sweet story. But it started like most of my stories, with just some random mental wanderings that eventually became, ‘oh, that’s a fun idea.’ It did start out as a ‘normal’ story… I guess you’d call it contemporary, but I wasn’t far into the writing before my leading lady, Noelle, demanded to be someone ‘different.’ Next thing I knew, I had an elf recently retired from Santa’s workshop and looking for love in her local coffee shop.

Bex:  Definitely sounds like a fun read and a rather twisted little plot. Are you a pantser or a plotter?

Cara: I’m a mixed breed, leaning toward pantser. Sometimes I really plot things out (and even follow what I lay out), but most of the time I just write what comes to mind and get the details straight in editing.

Bex: Do you have any writing rituals or special processes you complete before sitting down to write?

Cara: Not particularly. I find myself a little envious of other writers who can get themselves in the right mental state so easily.

Bex: Are any of your characters modeled after real people?  If so, which ones?

Cara: None of my characters are directly modeled after a particular person. Standout traits, quirks, things people say and do, funny faces, the stranger-than-fiction things I observe or overhear… many of those emerge in my characters, though.

Bex: Morning person or grumpy bear?

Cara: A bit of both. I’m not usually a bright and shining morning star, but I can almost never sleep in. I’m up by about 6:30 every morning. Sometimes I spring out of bed and sometimes it takes me 30-60 minutes to normalize.

Bex: What group were you a part of in High School? Jocks? Nerds? Metal heads?

Cara: Nerds. In particular the choir/drama/band variety. I performed in the choir, the madrigals, the marching and concert bands, the brass ensemble, and the drama club.

Bex: Tell us one thing it would surprise us to know about you?

Cara: I’m also kind of a math nerd. It always seems to surprise people when I say I’ve spent most of my adult life working in accounting. And then other accounting types always seem surprised to learn I write. I get a lot of, “Oh, I could never do that” from both sides.

Bex: What is next for you?

Cara: So much, my head spins. I have five first drafts (2 shorts, a novella, and 2 novels) to edit and release into the publishing wilds.

Bex: Coke or Pepsi?

Cara: Depends. Is it canned or bottled? Canned Coke is gross. Don’t know why, but it just doesn’t taste right to me. In most cases, I tend to go with Pepsi, but I’m not too picky unless it’s in a can.

Bex: If I were to look in your closet right now, would I find frills and lace or denim and tees?

Cara: Denim and tees, by far. I just don’t look like me in frills and lace. Oh, to be one of the lovely, elegant types.

Bex: What scares you the most?

Cara: I am terrified of heights. It’s completely irrational and occasionally debilitating.

Bex: If you were taken and placed on a deserted island, and were allowed one other human being to spend your life with you on that island, who would you choose?

Cara: My son. He’s my favorite person. So smart and funny and quirky. We’d probably yell at each other a lot, but we’d have fun. I told him how I was answering this and he asked me a ‘would you rather’ question:  Would you rather be stuck on an island with a jerk who was a survival wiz, or with someone you loved but didn’t know squat about survival? I picked the jerk… on the off chance he or she keeps me alive long enough to get home to my loved ones.

Bex: Excellent logic and sounds like a pretty smart kid, too. Zombies or Vampires? Why?

Cara: Vampires. They at least tend to retain a spark of humanity. Even Dracula had his moments. The shambling brain eaters on the other hand just freak me out. Seriously. I had to stop watching the Walking Dead after 4 or 5 episodes because of the nightmares.

Heheheh — I just LOVE that show… One of my few television addictions this year. Now that we’ve taken a little time out to get to know Cara, let’s take a closer look at her latest release, THEIR FIRST NOELLE

** NOTE: The information contained below is of a mature nature. Those offended by erotic literature or under 18 should not read further. **


Blurb: Elf, Noelle Duncan thought life among the humans would be a nice change of pace after two hundred years in Santa’s workshop. Instead, retirement is lonely and the prospect of spending her remaining centuries among humans doesn’t hold much appeal. With Christmas approaching, she wants just one night to feel alive and loved.

Kristian Winters and Nicholas Haversham are partners in business and love. They’d like nothing more than to find a woman to share their love, but they’ve yet to find one open not only to two lovers, but a pair with unusual appetites. Noelle is the only woman they want, and Nick isn’t about to let Christmas go by without making their wishes known.

Introducing Noelle to the pleasures of bondage and ménage à trois sex falters when she confesses her amazing story. Their newfound love might not stand a chance without a little help from Santa.

Be Warned: menage sex (MMF), BDSM, anal sex, m/m interaction

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Steamy Spotlight: Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane by Angelina Rain #erotic #romance #ebook

** NOTE: This Spotlight features a work of erotic fiction — Do not read the information or Excerpt below if you are under the age of 18 **

From Author, Angelina Rain:

Don’t you hate stereotypes? I know I do. They are so annoying! This holiday season I decided to undo the stereotype surrounded around Santa Claus.

Yes, I know he’s old, fat, jolly, works in a toy factory, and wears a red suit. But…. What if he were young, blonde, muscular, hunky, worked as a doctor in children’s hospital, and drove a red car? Isn’t that mental image so much better? What if, we add peppermint and milk chocolate flavored ‘candy cane’ (for a lack of a better word)? Now we’re talking, right? Want to know more about this alluring Santa?

Check out Sucking Santa’s Candy Cane!


BLURB: Noelle has always been a good girl, but when she meets a man named Santa Claus, her naughty side is unleashed. She indulges in her sexual desires with this handsome stranger with the very bizarre name. Santa Claus isn’t real! Is he? Will Noelle learn to believe in magic and miracles while in the arms of her handsome lover?


“Let’s cut the crap, I want to eat your pussy.”

She glanced sharply at him. “Did you. . .” Surely, she just imagined it. This stranger wouldn’t dare say that to her.

“What’s up?”

“Did you just say something to me?”

“What do you think I said?”

There was that knowing smile, and the tone of his voice suggested he was playing with her.

“I. . . I’m just hearing things,” she answered.

“Are you now?”

A car drove by on the expressway and Noelle chose to concentrate on that. Where was that damn tow truck? Did she really want it to arrive?

“What do you think you heard?”

She glanced down, embarrassed. “Nothing. It doesn’t matter.”

He climbed off the trunk and came to stand before her. Santa rested his hands on her thighs. Noelle’s heart thumped heavily inside her chest when the realization hit her. She had heard exactly what he said. He wanted to eat her pussy. She wanted him too. But. . . But she wasn’t Wendy. Wendy would have had him in every hole by now, but that just wasn’t her. Could she really let a stranger get this intimate with her?

Santa inhaled deeply and closed his eyes. “I can smell your arousal.” He opened his eyes and bent forward, kissed her knee. “I want you.”

“We’re strangers. We’re in public. Someone could see us.” Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

He put his finger to her lips. “Relax, no one will see us.” He moved the finger from her lips and rested his hand on her hips. The other hand started on her knee and slowly traveled up her thigh. “Uncross your legs,” he ordered.

Her knees shook as she obeyed. She wasn’t sure why she did it and why she let this stranger do what he was doing. Was it the thrill of possibly getting caught fucking a stranger? Or was it that she hadn’t felt pleasure in so long she would take it any way she could?

She spread her legs a few inches away from each other and breathed deeply. What was she doing? She was crazy.

“Relax,” he whispered. “Don’t be nervous.”

How could she not be? A complete stranger was feeling her up in public.

As Santa’s hand slid under her dress, Noelle’s heart pulsed inside her chest. The thump, thump, thump of it rang in her ears, drowning out all other sounds. Her pussy soaked with desire juices.

His fingertips grazed her cunt. He hooked a finger into her panties and groaned. “Your panties are soaking.”


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Steamy Spotlight: Flames of Desire by Angelina Rain #erotic #romance #menage

From Author, Angelina Rain:

Have you ever fantasized about pleasuring a firefighter? That is a pretty common fantasy amongst women. It was my own version of the fantasy that turned into this short story about one single woman, a wicked night, an unfortunate house fire, and five hunky firemen coming to the rescue.

** NOTE: THIS WORK IS EROTIC IN NATURE — The Information and Excerpt below are for audiences OVER 18 ONLY **


BLURB: Ginelle Jinx, recently single, heartbroken, and unemployed, decides to cast an impotency spell on her cheating ex. She doesn’t expect the spell to have consequences, but her house catches on fire.

Five hunky firemen come to Ginelle’s rescue, one of them being Seth Tompson, her high school sweetheart. With one fire out, she finds old flames and new ones mingling as she indulges the pleasures her five firemen have on offer.

But what will happen when she realizes she still loves Seth? Does he feel the same? Can an old flame become a raging inferno?

Be Warned: menage sex (FMMMMM), m/m sex, multiple partners, anal sex, orgies

Excerpt: She showered quickly, making sure not to use up all the hot water as she was certain he would need to shower too. But, she did stay under the spray for several minutes enjoying as the heat washed away the stress from the night.

Once she was done, she pulled the curtain away and grabbed the large bath towel Seth had supplied. She rubbed it over her long blonde hair, down her face, neck, chest, and back. It wasn’t until she ran it over the back of her hand that pain shot through her as though her skin had been peeled off.

“Ouch! Fuck!” She screamed and hissed in pain, remembering that she burned her hand. The shocking events of the night had momentarily blocked the pain and now it throbbed as though making up for lost time.

A ruckus sounded outside the bathroom door and it opened quickly as Seth rushed in, worry etched into his eyes. “Are you okay?”

She stared at him. The pain quickly subsided as she took in the man before her. He had showered too and now only wore a pair of denim shorts. Seth had a perfectly muscled chest and she wanted to run her fingertips along the ridges and crevices of his spectacular body. No, she wanted more than just to touch it. She wanted to kiss it and lick it and taste every inch of this man. Her nipples hardened and her pussy pooled with warm juices.

Her breath caught in her throat as a moan of need and desire escaped her lips before she could contain it. She looked into Seth’s eyes and saw the same lust that reflected her own.

He took two large steps toward her and his hands entangled in her wet hair. Seth tilted her head slightly and his lips crashed over hers. The need she felt within her, she also tasted in his mouth.


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Mistletoe Madness Blog Hop #Giveaway #Freebie #erotica

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Welcome to the site for my stop on the Mistletoe Madness blog Hop — where you can enter to win a Kindle Fire, and tons of free books!

For my part of the giveaway madness, I am offering ONE lucky winner 2 free eBooks (file type of your choice) of my titles, Blood and Fire and ACE in the Hole. And, since this is an eBook giveaway, I can keep it open to INTERNATIONAL entrants. Hooray! 🙂

All you need to do to be entered is follow the blog and comment below letting me know which way you followed so I can get back to you should you win. 🙂 Super simple, right?

Here’s a peek at what one lucky winner will receive.

Blood and Fire

bloodandfire200x300 Back of the Book: College student, Francesca Morgan has finally met the Dominant man of her dreams. Kevin Stevenson is sexy, sure of himself, and knows just how to make her knees quake.

When he takes Frankie to her first fetish party, she is reminded being collared means her Master can do what he wishes with her, including offering her “services” for the evening to a sexy Dominant business associate he is trying to impress.

It doesn’t take long for Frankie to realize their host, Bartholomew Andrews is nothing like any Dom she has ever served. Aside from his devastating looks and heaping financial fortune, Bartholomew can read her thoughts, and knows just how to make her body react.

Can Frankie keep her wits about her and serve at his feet without falling for him, or will Master Amazing steal her heart and her soul in one steamy night of servitude?

ACE in the Hole

Ace_coverBack of the Book: Twenty year old, Marley Drake is smokin’ hot and she knows it. In search of her next Sugar Daddy, Marley hits a trendy downtown bar with her best friend, Amy. What she finds may just be the jackpot–if she can get past the fact that he’s at least three times her age and a bit creepy.

Marley realizes Professor VonHessen is much more than he appears when he introduces her to his robotics masterpiece, ACE; an anatomically correct android built for sex.

As part of the Blog Hop, the hosts are offering a change to win a Kindle Fire and a gaggle of FREE eBooks from the sponsor authors listed in the banner at the top of the post. Quite a few titles there, for sure. For your chance to win those amazing prizes, visit their site HERE.

You can click on the banner at the top of the post and see the list of participating blogs in the hop. Tons of great freebies up for grabs. You can also see the linky list HERE.

FELT TIPS Has a Cover! #FeltTips #erotica #charity

Just a few days before release and the office supply themed erotica anthology for charity, FELT TIPS finally has its official cover. I have to say it was worth the wait. I am just loving it!

What do you guys think?


Anthology Stories:

Jenny Lyn – Indelible
Karen Booth – Taking Dictation
Karen Stivali – Hard at Work
Heather Cole – The Saint of Office Hell
Blacksilk – Of Silver, Sin, and School Desks
Brittany Lawrence – Mine
Eric Andrew Satchwill – What Is It, Suzie?
Gwen Marie Porter – My New Office Chair
Amber Lin – Proof
Jason Darrick – Stapled
Kelly Jamieson – Getting Down to Business
AmyBeth Inverness – In the Closet
Rebecca Stewart – Special Delivery
Marie Wright – The Drawing
Sopphey Vance – Down to the Point
Lynne Silver – Doing it Write
Jillian Boyd – Mark Me
Shoshanna Evers – Tape
Alyssa Linn Palmer – Vee
Sandra Bunino – The Fountain Pen
Antonio Angelo – Trust Me
Lela Gwenn – Whiteboard
Xander Grimm – The Night Shift
Kiki Snow – The Benefits of Multitasking
R. Brennan – Routine Maintenance
Maxine Marsh – The Boss
Cara Ellyn – Private Message
Erin Danielle – All Marked Up
Lucy Felthouse – A Stroke of Peach
Anya Winter – The Server
Diana Cruz – A Rough Night at the Office
Emily Cale – A Planned Encounter
Patricia Correll – Theo’s Donation
Morgan Sierra – The Motion of the Ocean
Candice Bundy – Open Rack
K. Fish – The Antique
Memory Scarlett – Silky & Silvered
Michelle Ribaric – All Work & No Play
Stella Harris – Turnabout
Juliana Sliema – Caught
Jade Adkins – Embrace the Strength Inside
Amanda Fletcher – What Happens at STAPLES
Allie Sanders – Love Letters
Tiffany Reisz – Teacher’s Pet

All proceeds for this erotica anthology go to purchase school supplies for children and work clothes for adults seeking employment. Oh, and it’s the brain child of the glorious D/s diva and one of my idols, Ms. Tiffany Reisz, so be sure to add it to your TBR pile, and buy yourself a copy! Release date is 12/12/12 — easy to remember.


New Release News: The Lawman’s Library by Rebecca Brochu @evernightpub #erotic

Today’s New Release News comes to us courtesy of Erotic Romance author, Rebecca Brochu and her new Evernight release, The Lawman’s Library.

Let’s get a closer look at this tantalizing M/M romance.

tlmlTitle: The Lawman’s Library
Author: Rebecca Brochu
Publisher: Evernight Publishing
Genre: M/M Erotic Romance
Release Date: December 5, 2012

Blurb: When Sheriff Nick Grey is talked into playing Santa at the local mall by his devious sister Lana he fully expects to have a miserable time.  What he doesn’t know is that Lana has convinced Peter DeKell to play one of his elves.  Peter’s the town’s librarian and the object of Nick’s affection since they were both children.  The only problem is that while the entire town knows that the Sheriff is head over heels for the quiet librarian, Peter seems at best oblivious and at worst not interested.

After being faced with the temptation of Peter in tights Nick finally breaks down and asks Peter to dinner and is elated when he accepts.  When disaster strikes in the form of an ill-timed kiss Nick has to make a choice.  Is he willing to finally give up on being with Peter?  Or will the lawman fight for his librarian’s affections?

***NOTE: The teaser below contains ADULT content not suitable for those under the age of 18. This is an excerpt from an EROTIC work. If you are offended by erotic fiction, please do not read further***


He tastes better than Nick had ever imagined, salty but not too bitter, and he still smells like soap and fresh clean skin.  Nick sucks slow and hard, his mouth sliding up and down Peter’s shaft in an easy rhythm while his tongue swirls around and across the head of his cock, pausing every now and again to dip into his slit and wiggle slightly.  Peter’s moaning and thrashing, trying to buck his hips up but unable to escape the iron grip Nick has on his hip.

Nick just loses himself in the act, in the taste and feel of Peter hard and throbbing in his mouth, in the knowledge that he finally has him where he’s always wanted him.  Peter’s panting and calling his name above him and tugging gently at his hair in warning, but Nick ignores it.  He wants Peter to come, wants to taste it, to have him lose control inside of his mouth with the knowledge that Nick was the one who drove him to such extremes.

Peter comes hard and suddenly across his tongue, and Nick swallows it down and keeps sucking.  He cleans Peter with his tongue, makes sure to get every drop there is and then keeps going until Peter is tugging at his hair harder, his cock too sensitive for what Nick’s doing.

He finally pulls off, but he doesn’t really give Peter a chance to recover.  Instead he grabs him by the hips and flips him over onto his stomach so he can spread him open and press his tongue against his hole.  The normally tightly furled muscle is loose from Peter’s orgasm and Nick just presses inside ruthlessly.  Peter moans low in his throat and squirms, but this time he’s pressing back into Nick’s mouth instead of trying to escape.

He fucks Peter slow and steady with his tongue, bites gently at his rim just to feel him jump and twitch, and then slides a finger in alongside his tongue just to hear him whine high in his throat.  Nick keeps going, adds another finger and then another, licks around them and between them, loosens Peter up for his cock because he wants nothing between them, not even the slick slide of lube.

“Nick.  Nick, please, please I’m ready.  I’m ready, Nick.  I want it, I want it, come on, Nick, please. Give it to me.  Come on, come on, come on!”  Peter groans and presses farther back onto Nick’s tongue and hand, and Nick growls and pulls himself away slowly, like it’s painful to leave and it really kind of is.

“Fuck, Peter.  Fuck.  God, I can’t wait.  I can’t.”  Nick’s frantic now, his own cock is full and heavy, curving up towards his stomach and leaking desperately.

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What I’m Working On: Weekend Teaser #Erotica #EroticRomance

Happy weekend after Thanksgiving, everyone. I hope you all had a fantastic holiday and have loads to be thankful for.

I took the opportunity to use the extra time off to get some new writing done. HOORAY! *cue confetti*

While I will most likely not be a Nanowrimo winner this year, I have managed to make headway on a new story I am really excited about. Well, more like a new erotic series — but one story at a time, right? Anyway, I thought it would be fun to share a bit of the WIP with you all this weekend — think of it as my personal thank you to you all for following the blog.

This series will be a historical erotic series featuring a secret society over 400 hundred years in the making at the time of this particular story, set in early 18th century England.

Bear in mind, the teaser won’t include anything too HAWT, as I am still working into that part of the tale.

Justine headed for her quarters with a smile on her face. She’d worked hard all day, but Helen had treated her kindly, and the job didn’t seem to be too complicated. Plus, there’d been no mention of Justine bedding anyone. Her prospects were better than they’d been since her father’s death. There was a solid roof over her head and a warm pallet for her to sleep on.

Her sense of ease disintegrated when she got a look at what Helen had referred to as a uniform. It turned to abject horror when she actually tried the garment on.

While the dress had long fitted sleeves, that is where all modesty ceased. The neckline plunged dangerously low and would most assuredly spill her assets onto the table when she bent to offer a tray of food to one of the evenings diners. Her skirt, while full and relatively modest in the back, split wide in the front, offering an unfettered view of her legs from toe to mid thigh. She had stockings–black silk embroidered with a row of tiny black diamonds from anklebone to mid calf, but they only accentuated the expanse of exposed flesh at the top of the black, heeled boots.

Justine couldn’t imagine the harlots at the tavern down the street wearing less than she wore at that moment. She chewed her lower lip and paced the length of her room while she considered her options.

It was a short walk. If she left Chauncey House, she’d be forced to the tavern, where the clientele was less than upstanding–or clean–and her room would most assuredly be shared with any number of other girls. And it wasn’t like she hadn’t known what Chauncey House was when she’d gone there. She could always hope this would be the worst of it. Her hands fretted each other at her waist until a knock at the door startled her out of her reverie.

Justine looked down at her outfit and sighed. “Come in.”

Helen pushed open the door, a bright smile plumping her cheeks. “Ready?”

There you have it — a fair start to my estimations. As with most of my “adult” endeavors, this one will feature BDSM aspects and focus on the Master/slave dynamic.

So, what did you think? Does the snipit tweak your interest? Always keen to hear your thoughts. Drop a comment 🙂

Happy Sunday!

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