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Thursday, March 29, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday: Us naughty writin' authors are helping destroy our society.

I've mentioned before how I am proud to be known as an erotic romance author. Sex is nothing that shames me. In fact, the very idea of pumping out some hotness, is very invigorating. The steamier, the better, and the very thought of not writing it, makes me feel empty inside. Makes me feel naked (and not in a good way). I also have many friends, that know of my kinky, gutter thoughts, and our discussions are most certainly never pure. So when I found out, recently, that one of my friends did not agree with my work, I was stunned!

Who doesn't agree with kink? Well, okay, a lot of people probably, as I'm sure there are many vanilla people out there in the world, but I honestly thought that the ones in my own life were comrades in my naughty ways. Needless to say, I was shocked, and wondered if maybe it were just the books themselves that they found offensive. After further investigation, I found out that nope, it wasn't just the books, it was the idea that my characters had sex before marriage, with a person they barely knew, and without any form of protection. Those dirty, fictional, sluts!

It was then brought to my attention, that my book, and books like my book, were giving the women who read them the "OK" to go out and have sex with anyone instead of saving themselves for marriage. I, miss feminist, was becoming part of the problem with our society. So, what is a girl to do? Well, only one thing really...

Get even more freakier!!!

That's right. My book is fiction. All of these books are fiction. We authors are in no way trying to tell anyone to do anything but find their escapes in the worlds we create for the readers. And if what I'm doing is going to rip the delicate fabric of our world, then let me get my scissors.


Hey lady, you stop that! Nah, just kidding!


Monday, March 26, 2012

Winners!!! Of the 18 and over blog hopping fun we had!


I want to thank all who joined me and so many others for this fun blog hop. I enjoyed the comments and hope you all did too! So the part we've waited for. The winners.


Day 1 winners will receive a sexy magnet. The three winners are:

1. momma-"Excuse me but does this shirt make my cock look big?"
2.Eva Flowers-"Are there any bumps on my shirt?"
3. JessS-"So he was running late and forgot to put on pants. That's okay!"

Congrats to these winners! I'll email you separately for your information.


Day 2 winner receives a copy of A Zombie Hunter's Holiday. The winner is:

JesykaJames-"I'll show you mine... if you show me yours..."

You'll receive your ebook today! Congrats!


Day 3 winner receives a copy of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. The winner is:

Mel B-"My doctor said that pilates helps, but I think I need a bigger ball."

You'll receive your ebook today! Congrats!

Day 4 winner gets the sexy spider necklace. The winner is:

Sherry-"I stopped skateboarding to tell them they could kiss my butt and then showed it to them."

Congrats! I'll email to get your information and send out your necklace.


Thanks again everyone who partcipated and congratulations to all!

Sunday, March 25, 2012

Final Day of the 18 and over sexy blog hopping fun!

It's the last day of the 18 and over blog hop, please check day 1 for the linky list of others! Once I get comments on all the blog posts, I'll post the winners and will email each. For the items that need to be mailed, I'll let you know in the email! And winners of the books will get their ebook that day.

Okay, now that, that's out the way, final giveaway is this cool spider necklace. One winner with the best caption will get it!

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Saturday, March 24, 2012

Day 3 of the 18 and over blog hoppity sexy man fun

So today, I'm giving away a copy of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home to one winner!


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Are you have to do is come up with a caption for this photo!

Friday, March 23, 2012

Day 2 of the 18 and over blog hoppity goodness!

Today's prize is a copy of A Zombie Hunter's Holiday for the best comment for this picture. So lets go and see who'll win this fun little story!


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Give this picture a sexy caption. Best one wins the book!



Thursday, March 22, 2012

Day 1 of sexy pictures for the over 18 blog jumping celebration!

Welcome to the first day for the over 18 blog hop. As promised, the three winners of this day will get a sexy magnet. Whoever comes up with the best caption for the picture, gets the prize! So let the fun begin!

Remember, you must comment with your caption AND subscribe for this blog hop. Each day there'll be a new prize, and a new picture. Yummy right?!


Wednesday, March 21, 2012

They're BAAAACK!!!



My book is back on the eshelves! I'm soooo very happy to know that this Paypal fiasco is over. So you can now get my book Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home for the great price of $3.50. Get it now!


New Concepts Publishing link

Amazon purchase link

All Romance Ebooks

Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Over 18 means naughty fun this week!

As many of you know, I'm participating in a sexy blog hop and has decided, this week, during that hop, will be....*drumroll*




SEXY MAN PICTURES WEEK!!!

And of course, during the dates above, I'll have a giveaway a day. On the 22nd, I'll be giving away three sexy magnets (pictured below)

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On the 23rd I'll be giving away my short story, A Zombie Hunter's Holiday.
Blurb: With the approaching holidays, people get a present of dangerous proportions. The zombies are loose and creating a pandemic.

Through the chaos of it all, neither Raina nor Carl could have guessed it would take an apocalypse to finally bring them together.







Excerpt:


“What are you doing here? I tried calling and just figured you were giving me the 'fuck you, Raina' treatment.”


“I need you, Raina.”


“Um, yeah. Come in and I'll get us something to drink.”


“No, no drink. I need you.”


He stroked her cheek, the rough pad of his finger sending chills through her body and at that moment she knew. Her eyes widened with knowledge of what he meant and she stepped back as he came inside, filling her senses with his presence. He was no longer Carl, her nerdy, gamer friend, he was a man and he was going to prove it to her. Swallowing to wet her throat, she took in his attire, which consisted of his typical camos, yet he looked even bigger than life in them and equally as devastating. Then again, it could have been the hormones talking. Either way, she decided she needed him this night too. He continued stalking toward her until she bumped into her desk that sat against the wall. She was trapped. And she hated to admit it, but she was excited to become his defenseless prisoner. They had never kissed, not until that moment and when his lips crashed down upon hers, she automatically melted into him. Weak? Maybe. Aroused? Hell yeah! They were firm, domineering, and seemed to make love to her before his hands and body got into the mix. Where had Carl learned to kiss like that?


With a self assuredness, she didn't know he possessed, he easily discarded her tank and pulled down her pants, while she clumsily fumbled with his zipper, just wanting to feel him. She knew her sudden spike in desire would come back to bite her, but decided she'd dwell on it later. Besides, if she was going to marry Brian, she might as well finally find out how Carl was in bed. It had been a fantasy of hers for some time. He removed his shirt, revealing his chiseled body to her view and kicking off pants the rest of the way, she sat up on the table and wrapped herself around him his narrow waist. They were both too far gone, and in one thrust, he slid home. Oh it felt good. He filled her more than any other man she had been with and he moved like a wild animal, lost just as she was. He pounded into her and she held onto him for dear life. It was a ride that she'd never forget. The table banged against the wall with the force he exerted while she screamed out, certain her neighbors heard. Raina didn't care, she couldn't. All she knew was that she was close to coming and it was because of Carl. No other partner had been able to and when it finally happened, her head fell back, nails dug deep into his shoulders and she cried out, riding the waves of pleasure as a boat would the thrashing sea.

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On the 24th, I'll give away a copy of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home. Winner of Kinky Book Review's Recommended Read award.
Blurb: Imagine having someone so devoted to you and you don't even know it. What if that person, that perfect one was right under your nose? What if that person was not only the hero of your heart, but a savior to many?

Dorothy Gale found herself growing older and was stuck in neutral. She wanted adventure and love. Yet her love life was non-existent, with only fantasies of hot sex and being dominated keeping her company. Lacking in human companionship, she felt blessed to have her devoted dog, Toto. He was her solace. Little did she know, her dog had a big secret and an even greater destiny.





Excerpt:

There she was, her body pale and still in the dimly lit cave. Toto had gotten back hours ago, made another fire, ate, and found himself in a conundrum. Should he shift or stay a man, was a question that plagued him. He weighed the pros and cons, but they kept evening out. He had to get air, and away from her in the vulnerable state she was in. Moving to the mouth of the cave, he saw the sun peeking below the horizon. He hadn't stopped to rest on his way back from Nessarose and knew he couldn't if he wanted. The sounds of beasts on the forest floor added to his list of why he needed to stay a man. He couldn't protect her if he were a dog. She also wasn't very good at reading maps and would probably get lost.

His final reason as to why he made his choice was that she had never actually seen him as a man. Except that one time when she saw his reflection in the window, but he had changed fast enough for her to think she was going crazy. Toto knew what he would do. With a determined stride, he made his way back to her side and glided a hand down her silky thigh. Stopping at her bare foot, he lifted it and with a deep breath, slipped the boot over the delicate arch, repeating the task on the other side. Knowing there was no turning back, he slowly zipped them up, then sat back, hoping beyond all hope they would wake her.

Toto held his breath and waited as the exotic shoes shimmered and pulsated with light that traveled up the length of Dorothy’s body. The glow became too bright for his sensitive eyes and he had to turn his head to keep from being blinded. Several minutes passed before it died down and he cautiously turned his head back. Mouth agape, he knew the woman sitting before him was Dorothy and yet, she looked like a different person. Her red hair, usually pulled into a tight bun, flowed in luscious waves that cascaded down to her breasts. Her outfit seemed to have a life of its own and he itched to pull her into his arms. He hadn't realized he moved closer to touch her until he heard her sharp intake and saw that her vibrant green eyes were filled with both fire and fear.

“Wh-who are you? Where am I?”

His heart sank hearing her small, frightened voice and he tried to move to comfort her. Unfortunately, that only caused her to back up further away from him. Sitting back, he watched as she scanned the cave, finally finding a rock and holding it up in a threatening manner. He wanted to laugh and possibly kiss her, but knew better. When he stood, she did as well, keeping her gaze level with his own. It made him proud, and he bit back a grin. His cock twitched when she narrowed her eyes and gripped the rock, ready to strike. She had spunk and admired her spirit. But he needed to calm her down and convince her he was friend not foe without giving away that he was also her beloved dog.

“I know you do not know me, but I promise you, I will not bring you harm. You see, I saw when you and your furry companion landed in the forest below and dragged you here. I’ve sent your creature with a note to find help. He was indeed very brilliant, which obviously says much about his owner.” Toto kept his voice sincere, hoping that she would not see through the lie. He could sense that she did not trust him, but he made it seem as though she had no other choice. Keeping his stance relaxed, he let out the breath he held when she lowered the rock. The look in her eyes still told him she didn't trust him and that she was probably being a fool. He himself felt guilty at the cruel trick he was playing on her, but kept telling himself it was the right decision.

“We must head north. From there, we must find the woman that is supposedly in charge of that community.”

Dorothy only nodded, and as he led the way out and down the mountain, he watched her eyes grow wide at her surroundings. Ever the explorer, she studied the world, absorbing it in, while still keeping him at a distance. He hated what he was doing and wished he could kiss her, but knew they didn't have the time. He wanted to take her hand, for selfish reasons mostly, but he knew it would helped them move safely if she were nearer to him.

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“Dorothy, come here.”

He watched her throat convulse as she swallowed, but she obeyed and moved next to him. She kept her gaze on her lap, her nervousness and innocence endearing. This was going to be her first time and he didn't want to mess it up.

“Look at me.”

Slowly, she did, her green eyes filled with need and uncertainty. He kissed her slowly, tenderly. Brushing her lips as though they were butterfly wings. When he pulled back, he smiled though it was hard. His next request, however, damn near killed him.

“Touch me.”

The first touch was barely noticeable, and he watched as she traced his birthmark. Even still, Toto was aching in a way he had never imagined. His erection was painfully confined in the tight leather and between her tentative contact, and obvious curiosity, he was done. She knew that his eyes showed his need and when hers mirrored that, the fire and passion her silent testament that she wanted this as much as he did, it was all he needed. Grabbing her hand, he pressed it against his heart, then leaned close to kiss her, branding her with it. He continued the assault on her lips, coaxing her to relax and trust him, becoming bolder when he started to feel her nervous shivers cease. Releasing her hand, he allowed her to explore his body, while he took a leisure tour of her own curves. Her hands roamed from his chest down to his stomach, so soft in their touch that he thought he was imagining it, but then she moved back up to grip his shoulders, her head falling back and exposing her neck to him.

She didn't know it, but her simple gesture caused something inside him to break. The man fought with the beast, only it was he that was the true animal. He wanted bite down on her slender neck and mark her as his own. Warring with himself, the canine won and pulling her closer, he tangled his fingers in her hair. Not wasting another moment, Toto licked up, then down the slim column before taking a pinch of skin into his mouth and biting. He heard her gasp, then moan, and pressed her body into his, begging him without speaking. Somewhere in the back of Toto’s mind, he wondered if she had any idea of what she was doing and hoped that if she didn’t, she wouldn’t regret it in the morning. Those negative thoughts, however, were shut away when he felt one of her hands reach down to squeeze him through the pants.

Growling low, he pulled back to admire the small red mark on her neck, then went to work on getting her out of her clothing. He made quick on the removal but was stalled when he tried to remove the boots. Each time his hands tugged, he received an unpleasant shock that had gooseflesh stand up on his forearms. Resting back on his haunches, Toto was at a loss about the boots. He knew that they possessed magic, but he had no idea that he was going to be unable to separate them from her body.

“Do not worry about the boots, T. Please, just take me, I feel like I’m burning!”

His eyes moved from the shoes, to roam her nude form. Long silky legs met at her gently rounded hips and continued up her tiny waist and full breasts. Toto decided to start from the top and work his way down, leaning back in to capture her already kiss-swollen lips. He groaned when she automatically wrapped her arms around his neck, his tongue sweeping deep inside her sweet mouth not moving until he felt her body trembling with barely contained passion. Moving down to her neck he paused briefly to lick the mark then traveled to her bosom, his mouth just above a peach colored nipple that stood out proudly, begging to be tortured and teased. The wickedness inside him told him to torment her a little longer, his mouth staying poised just inches above the perky nub until he heard her quiet voice begging and her back arching to bring it closer to his lips.

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And finally, on the last day, the 25th, a lucky winner will get this deviously sexy spider necklace.




Great prizes right?! So you are probably wondering, "How do I win one of these great gifts?"

Simple, just subscribe to my blog and on each day I post a sexy man picture, give it a caption, in comments. Best caption wins!

So good luck and I look forward to your participation with me!


Sunday, March 18, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home gets kinky

Toto knows what he wants from Dorothy. He wants her down on her knees, begging him to dominate her.







There were an array of sex dolls, vibrators, and various items that he had heard some of Dorothy’s friends talk about during their girls’ nights in. However, it was the vast selection of paddles, whips, and leather straps that caught his eye. Oh yes, that’s what he was talking about! His entire body tingle at the thought of taking the black ropes that hung on the far wall and wrapping them around Dorothy’s small wrists.

He envisioned her body squirm against the bonds as he took clamps and squeezed them on her nipples, knowing just how much pressure to add. No doubt it would be something she’d like, and the whole idea of dominating her passions left his body tense with arousal.

Saturday, March 17, 2012

Now that it's gotten such an award, my book needs to come back!

I got a GREAT review for my first book Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home, that gained it a recommended read award! Can we say I'm positively thrilled? This is my baby, my first book and I'm so glad that it's been well received for the most part. I only hope, that it'll come back to the shelves, as it was one of the casualties of the Paypal debacle. It has not come back on my publisher's site, Amazon, or Smashwords as of yet, but I'm glad to say, when it does, know that it's pretty darn good lol. And that's not just coming from me. Soon, I'll start working on the sequel, which will take an even more sexually charged, darker twist in this wonderful world of Oz. Toto and Dorothy will return. They're too hot to not! So check it out, my review with Kinky Book Reviews.


Guess who is in another blog hop? ME! So come on!

 

So come join me for this sexy three days. I'm sure to have something fun to give you.

Thanks all who participated in the blog hop!

I wanted to thank everyone who came out for our great blog hop yesterday and congrats to those that won the grand prizes. I too had a giveaway and will announce the winners below. I'll also send out the books to the winner today!


Winner of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home and A Zombie Hunter's Holiday is......

Tina B: "Happy St. Patrick's Day! Great story. Your poor hubby. Thanks for sharing.
I would pick Spring. Although I live where it is green all the time, I still like the idea of Spring with the flowers blooming and all. Thank you for the giveaway and HOP!"

Winner of the character spot in the sequel Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games is.....

Gena Robertson

Congrats to all the winners during this awesome blog hop! have a great St. Patty's Day!

Friday, March 16, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: Goes Green for St. Patty's Day!

Note on giveaway with this blog hop: You have to comment AND subscribe to enter the giveaway. Which green is your favorite?
1. Spring?
2. Money?
3.  Or knowing you're the envy of the party?

First prize winner gets a copy of both Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home and A Zombie Hunter's Holiday
Second prize winner (randomly picked) will get a character spot in the sequel Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games

PLUS We have TWO Grand Prizes for TWO different winners! *gasp*
Grand Prize 1: Winner's Choice of a Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
Grand Prize 2: Winner's Choice of a $90 Amazon or Barnes&Noble Gift Card
Isn't that exciting? LOL. So you as a reader - what do you have to do? Well, come on over to these websites on Friday March 16th and comment on as many as you want. The grand prize winners will be chosen at random from the commenters - meaning you can comment on EACH blog - meaning 120 entries to the grand prize.


Sounds great right? Come on over and wear your green and win some prizes!!!

Green, the color of spring, money, and envy. All three of those, with the inclusion of green beer, complete the story I am going to share, when I first convinced my husband to join me for a St. Patty's Day party.

I met my husband in college, ten years ago, and on, Valentine's Day. Yes, really. He was pure, innocent and naive. His clothes were pressed, with a crease in the jeans. All in all, my new man was dorky, a true nerd to the very meaning of the word. And I, Miss popular, had somehow come to find his comic book loving, quietly shy ways endearing. By the time March rolled around, I knew I lusted for him, and was trying hard to get him into my bed *wink wink nudge nudge*.  He wasn't budging on that, and honestly, it was driving me mad, not to mention I couldn't get him to do anything out of the box. Not even cuss! But finally, I had an excuse. My coed fraternity was having a party for St. Patty's Day, and after begging in the cutest of ways, I got him to come with me.

He hated it, as there was a cover, which he paid, but thought was stupid (see money), and it was pretty dang warm out, a sign that spring was coming. And we all know what happens when the weather changes, people get crazy, and this party was no different. By this time, I was on edge with lust, needing him in a way I've never needed another human being. But I couldn't seem to seal the deal. As the party continued, I drank, mingled, and spoke to my male friends. I have a lot of male friends to this day, as I seem to relate to them better, and while I enjoyed the festivities of shamrocks and drunken Irish songs, I didn't notice my boyfriend standing against wall, seething with envy.

Suddenly, the typical, testosterone need to impress took over his normally, logical mind, and he grabbed up a plastic cup, filled it with green beer, and chugged it down. The whole room went quiet. I stood shocked by what I witnessed. Here was the sweetest, anti social guy, drinking his first beer, becaue he thought he had to keep me. It was funny, adorable, but funny. I grabbed him up, told him he didn't need to do that, and practically growling at me, told me that we needed to go. NOW. Excited, I ran out of the party with him in tow, got back to my dorm, and stripped faster than I thought possible. Naked, feeling randy, and oh so sexy, I turned, but instead of seeing him joining me, he actually looked a little...well...green. Then, before he could utter a word, or reach the trash, he spewed his green beer all over me, crying how he would never drink again, and after cleaning us up, I tucked him into bed, cuddled him until he slept, and sighed in the dark.

And yes, ten years, and three kids later, my husband has not laid his hand on another drink. The mention of green beer, makes him frown, and he is even more antisocial than ever before. But it works, and I think that night helped me realize the lust I felt was love, because I had no problem just holding him close. It was a turning point in our relationship. And don't worry, I got him a few weeks later in my bed. Muahahaha!

So that's my story, I hope you enjoyed a look into my crazy life. Enjoy your St. Patty's Day, and hey, have a green beer for my hubby. since he won't!

HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!

Thursday, March 15, 2012

Thoughful Thursday: Does it make you horny, baby? Yeah!

I recently wrote a HELL of a sex scene in my book, and I was very aroused by the end of it. I had to wonder, when you read a steamy part of a book, do you imagine yourself as the lady in question? I also wondered if there were some times when it was just too much of a hot thing. In the beginning, I had a hard time with writing a really good love scene because I couldn't get passed the giggling that came with using naughty words. Of course, over time, I've gotten used to it, and in fact, have seen my vocabulary and imagery blossom into the wicked world of sex. However, I sometimes fear that I go too far, make it too dirty, gritty even, and then I'm left debating if I should rework the whole thing. Then common sense takes over and I leave it as it is. I wrote it for a reason right?

But you know, as an author of the erotic arts, I find it hard to keep from being original. Sex has been done, in many places, positions, and times of the day in almost every book. What else can we do that keeps the line of eroticism from being crossed into pornography. This thought came to me after the whole Paypal fiasco, where my own book was removed due to "forced submission". And being how that was my first book, I can say that the sex was tame compared to what I write now. Yet, my book was too much for the world and the big, bad censors had their way with it. Thankfully, that is over, and soon my book will be back on the market once more. So, I had to ponder, what is sexy? What makes us horny? Because truth is, depending on the person, that answer varies, and as a writer, I have to try to cater to all of the above.

Like everything else, sex, and sex writing, is a process. It can't just fall out onto paper and call itself a story. No, it must be thought out, jotted down, then combed over for good measure, before it can go to the masses. And maybe this is because I'm a woman, so there needs to be more mental stimulation, rather than physical for me to get aroused, I don't know, but when I get ready to take on the "big scene" I have to create an atmosphere for it.  I schedule it into my evening, grab a bottle of wine, and lock myself into my room with no one to disturb me. My belief is that, if I don't start feeling a heavy coil of desire, I am not doing my  job and need to start over again. I'm just a perfectionist that way, I guess. As I mentioned before, I don't have as much trouble now as I had in the past, and I can see the difference in my work. The places I pick, though, they've probably been done elsewhere, are still as hot. I am a firm believer that if you make it hot, it doesn't matter if it's in missionary position.

So, I'm going to post a prologue from a WIP that's, at the moment, on the shelf until I get to it. I do hope you enjoy it. It will be known as The Huntsman's Daughter. A sweetly dark, twisted fairy tale. It's definitely rated NC-17, so try to read at your own risk. Enjoy this sneak peek into my sexy, dark, mind.
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She knew her predicament was her fault, but there she was, bent over and vulnerable to the man behind her.

“Mmm, little red, I have plans for you. And please, keep squirming, it makes me hard.”

Sydni tried to protest, but the man had placed a ring gag into her mouth, keeping it in the perfect 'O' for what he wanted. The room would have been dark, if not for the red light, which cast it in a sexy glow. Her senses were in heightened awareness, and behind her, the humming of a generator vibrated along with her awaiting pussy, which too was spread with a circular device, held with strings. She was open and ready for him and what he may have in store for her. Syndi didn't want to wriggle, didn't want to fight, yet the idea of him hard and doing what he desired made her do so. He had her in a sinful position, bent over a stool, her wrists tethered to her ankles, which were spread wide. There was no chance for escape and she knew, if she could, she wouldn't want her freedom. From the way his hand stroked down her spine and cupped her ass, told her he knew her feelings as well. He pulled his palm away, and she shook her bottom in desperation, then suddenly felt a cold, thick gel being slathered around her anus. A trail slid down until his coated finger sank into her exposed cunt. A moan rolled out.

“Like that don't you, little red? I can tell you play with yourself often. Nice and ready for the fucking machine, aren't we?”

Her body trembled, and she strained to hear what he was doing behind her. The creaking of wheels came closer until she felt a thick and veined cock press into her until buried to the very root. A smaller, but still sinful shaft was inserted deep into her ass and he moved away, letting her know she was double stuffed with dildos. Sydni became aware that he fumbled with a machine that was connected to the generator and after awhile, the cocks inside her pumped at a fierce but pleasurable tempo. Little mewing sounds came out of her each time the dicks pounded into her. From her position, she watched as he untied her wrists, kept her ankles secured, then moved her until she was level with his hard need.

“That feel good? You take cock so well. But those are fake. Now it's time you take mine.”

Sydni didn't have time to think on that before her captor, with the velvety voice, that resembled a wolf's growl, thrust his monster deep into her mouth, the bulbous head grazing the back of her throat. He tilted her head until she was looking into his glowing, lavender eyes and smirked.

“Welcome to The Woods, little red. This big, bad, wolf has made you his slave this time.”



So, I have to ask, does that make you horny? Yeah, baby!

Sunday, March 11, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Sneak Peek of my WIP bookTouch of the Gods

Even in her dreams, he brings her nothing but pleasure.











Ise omorfi.” You are beautiful.

My eyes flew open, where they saw him, the mammoth of man who had somehow come alive and was in my room. I didn't think I had such a strong imagination! He shifted the toy, twirling it around until I quivered and yet, he wouldn't stop. Braced on his elbow, the grin on his lips was playful with a hint of mischief. I gasped, my breath catching in my throat after he pushed in deeper, then used his thumb to press down onto the swelled clit.

Saturday, March 10, 2012

Come join me on a day of GREEN!



Hi Y'all!
Guess what guys! On Friday March 16th, we're having a Blog Hop to celebrate St. Patrick's Day and wearing green! Over 120 authors are going to be telling anything they can about being Irish, celebrating the day, wearing green, drinking green beer... pretty much anything!
Each author will be giving away a prize. Like a swag pack, gift cards, ebooks, print books, and so much more.
PLUS We have TWO Grand Prizes for TWO different winners! *gasp*
Grand Prize 1: Winner's Choice of a Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
Grand Prize 2: Winner's Choice of a $90 Amazon or Barnes&Noble Gift Card
Isn't that exciting? LOL. So you as a reader - what do you have to do? Well, come on over to these websites on Friday March 16th and comment on as many as you want. The grand prize winners will be chosen at random from the commenters - meaning you can comment on EACH blog - meaning 120 entries to the grand prize.
Sounds great right? Come on over and wear your green and win some prizes!!!

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What will I be talking about this fine day? Well, a funny story about how I convinced my very innocent (at the time boyfriend), now husband to drink his first beer. And it just so happened to be green beer. The events that came after this were HYSTERICAL!! 

I'll also be giving away a copy of both (the right now banned) Down the Yellow Brick Road: Finding Home and A Zombie Hunter's Holiday to the one commenter that comments AND subscribes to my blog. 

For the second prize, I'll randomly pick from commenters and that winner will end up in the sequel of Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games. 

So remember, rules of winning for my blog's contest are to comment AND subscribe to my blog! Can't wait to see everyone on Friday, March 16th, 2012!! And neither can he.



Hey! He's wearing green!






Friday, March 9, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: Let's talk about sex. Because face it, everyone wants to know about it.

Chocolate. It's delcious right? And when you have a bite, you kind of want more, and more. I want some now, after talking about it, but that's not what this post is about. What I was speaking of, in regard to my title, is how once you start on the road of writing erotica, you can't stop. And then, everyone wants to know how great your sex life is. It's like, suddenly, I'm an expert on how to be down right kinky, and I though I have my degree in that, I'm not always ready to strike up a sexual conversation. Half the time, I'm not even in the right location to talk about if my husband goes to bed smiling every night.

Case in point, yesterday, I was in an office building needing to get some paperwork to keep track of my time I'm on the computer and such, and when they asked what I did for a living, I stated I was an author. That would have ended there, if another customer waiting, hadn't asked me, "Oh wow! What kind of books do you write?" I get this often, and I wonder if they already know but want to actually hear me say it, or if they genuinely have no clue. I mean, I'm not a typical looking woman. Mom of three, African American, with a red mohawk, piercings in my face, and tattoos. Yep, I'm totally different, so I do answer, and proudly, if I might add, that I write erotic romance. Let me be the first to say, I am glad to become a conversation piece to break up the mundane life of the wait, but as people change, so do the degrees in which their questions come.

Another thing to point out, with this being a world of technology, the minute someone asks what name you write under, you can guarantee that they will be googling you immediately. This happened as I answered the barrage of questions, but the one that I was waiting for, the one I always get is, "I bet your sex life must be AMAZING!" It came about twenty minutes in, and though I almost used the same answer of, "Yup. My husband doesn't complain." I decided against it. Call it, being tired of sitting in an uncomfortable chair, or just needing to change things up a bit, I knew that I couldn't lie. It would be against everything I stand for as a human sexuality major.

So, I looked these group of ladies, and staff (yeah, they stopped working to listen to my words of wisdom) and told them the truth....

My sex life is the same as any married couple (10 years!) with three small children. When we find the time to have it, we do, but often, we're content snuggling back and watching Conan while the 14 month old rips the living room apart.

I know, it's shocking, but please, pick up the jaw, and understand. I'm an erotic romance author, yes, but I'm still a human being with a lot of other things I do. I homeschool, take care of the household, make sure no one is trying to steal someone's crayons, and try to handle a very mobile almost toddler. It can be exhausting once my husband gets home, and usually when he does, I hand the kids over, grab my laptop, and lock myself in the room so I can get some writing done. He too is usually exhausted when he gets in, and, he'll probably get me for this later, my sex drive is, and always has been, higher than his.

So, I explained this to them, telling them that sex doesn't HAVE to be physical all the time for us, especially after so many years. The beauty of being in the genre I am, is that I can imagine very naughty, and often taboo subjects. He then either hears me talking about them, or have him read one of my sex scenes in a book, and once the time comes that we're ready to get it on, WATCH OUT!! I can say that since writing in the erotic field, sex has gotten hotter, but it still happens as often as most busy couples. They were all shocked, but understood and I can say that I think I made myself more tangible to them. When they heard "published author" I became a higher being to many of those people. I could see it plainly on their faces.

"Oh, wow. She's, like, totally famous!"

Then when they learned despite my title, I was no different than any of them, they seemed to relax in comfort. And though the conversation turned light, and funny, it did still focus around sex. But it was comfortable sex talk. That was yesterday, and looking back on it, I realize when I got my degree, I was fearful I wouldn't have a place to use it. The job market being so hard to get into anymore. Yet, there I was, helping people, some which would have probably turned a few shades of pink at the mention of pussy and cock, laughing at the idea of me getting into the same position as my heroine just to make sure I lined everything up right in the book.

By the time I had to leave, I had many people looking for my book and I was proud to know I got them to that point to have no issues pulling up a sexy cover on their tech products. Indeed, as I turned and looked back at the window, I saw many of them holding up said pictures and showing each other. In a public office, waiting room! I was a super hero.

Yeah, just call me super sexy writing girl!

Hell yeahs!

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Touch of the Gods

Ever wondered how it would feel to be kissed by a god?


Lost in his dominant power, it wasn't until the tip of his tongue ran against the upper bridge of my mouth, that I felt my orgasm building, desire vibrating along my spine. Repeatedly flicking along the bumpy ridges, I felt his cock grow larger, harder through his pants, my senses reeling, and our mouths remained locked as my moans grew in volume. I tried grinding against him, to speed up my release, but Hephaestus held me as still as the cold statue behind me. He pressed in more, alternating from licking along every nook and cranny, to sucking on my lips until they stung. Before long, my heart rate picked up, my body covered in perspiration, and it seemed that as he intensified his kiss, my entire body was set ablaze. He sighed into my mouth, his breath tickling erogenous zones that I didn't know existed until now, increasing the juice flowing from my pussy, which burned hotter than lava.


Friday, March 2, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: They wanna get freaky with you!!!

Yummy yum yum!

Again, I don't have much to say as I'm busy writing so I'll just add yummy pictures of men we'd possbily like to get freaky with this lovely Friday!




Thursday, March 1, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday: It's fun and games until someone gets tied up. Then it's awesome!

How much do you think authors put into making sure what they write is correct? Me? I think after last night, I put far too much LOL. You see, I was writing a steamy sex scene, and by the time I got the heroine (Vanessa) tied up, I realized I needed to stop and figure out if the position I had her in would work properly. Did things "line up" so to speak. As much as I could envision it, I felt it was more complex than what I've ever written, therefore, I had to actually act out the way I had her. Which meant, my husband got to be involved in yet, "another crazy author moment by D. X. Luc".


Yes, that's right, I went into the same pose that she was in, just to make sure it would work out well for everyone involved. After confirming I was going in the right direction, I dismissed my confused spouse, and went back to work. Once the chapter was complete, I sat back and thought about how much I LOVE a good tie up scene. Heck, I enjoy it every now and again (yeah, I said it), and sometimes, it's necessary to up the anty when gentle caresses no longer apply. Which leads me to what I really want to talk about, other than how insane I am.

BDSM

The beauty of such is that it's not as taboo as many think it is. The three main thoughts to it is to be safe, sane, and consensual. This is a lifestyle that is exciting, while being freeing at the same time. Sex and pleasure in often contingent on one's ability to allow themselves to be vulnerable. If there is one thing this lifestyle makes a person be, it's vulnerable. To let go and give someone power over you, dominate you. Mmmm, sounds thrilling huh? As my books continue to expand with my growth as an author, I fall deeper into the limits of what I have in my brain. I love exploring the various ways to bind up my characters, hoping that when my readers get to what I have written, they too are overcome with the need to try a bit of rope action.

Submitting can be invigorating. Give it a try. And when you are reading a scene where things go from vanilla to rocky road, drizzled with hot chocolate, whipped cream, and a cherry on top, mimic the positions and find what awakens your sexy psyche.

See? He's enjoying it!

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I'm a mother of four. I'm a writer, wife, and sexy to my core. Sinfully unrestrained.
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