Saturday, July 28, 2012

Story Corner Saturday: Sinful Lovers~Envy (episode 3)

Nothing says “take me now” like puking up the contents of the breakfast given to me by the hunks in my home. Somehow I had managed a few bites of Brayden's omelet with only a few gags in between, but when Brandon gave me his, I pretty much keeled over. I couldn't even stand to put the fork in my mouth and dashed as fast as I could to the bathroom.

I wanted to stay on the floor, curled in fetal position while hoping that I'd be able to eat again but they waited for me outside the door. That and I really needed to apologize for heaving up their carefully prepared dishes that they were so gracious to even make for me. It was the least that I could do. Standing with a groan, I washed my mouth out at the sink and frowned at my haggard appearance. Yup, totally sexy. If sexy was meant to scare people to death!

Straightening myself, I held my head up and strode out of the bathroom to face the twin hotties.

As expected they both waited against the wall in the hall only they had jeans on and white sleeveless tshirts. This made figuring out who was who impossible for me. “Uh, sorry about that. I know you tried really hard on those for me. Maybe my stomach is just a bit queasy from the drinking I did last night.”

Their eyes flashed oddly but upon closer inspection, they didn't seem out of the ordinary. Probably my imagination from the dehydration of hurling up my soul. The one closest to me moved until he stood at my front while his brother pressed at my back. I was trapped in a decadent man sandwich.

From behind two strong hands gripped my shoulders, acting as support for something only I wasn't sure what. Luckily or unluckily, depending on one's opinion, I didn't have to wait long to find out exactly why he held me.

“Try not to react to negatively, Jo.” The one before me started slowly while maintaining eye contact. “We are here to break our cycle and you are the only one that is capable of doing that.”

I blinked and thanked my stars that I already threw up. “Uh, what now?”

He tilted his head as though he couldn't figure out why she was confused. “We are tortured souls, sweet one. Trapped in one of the rings of hell until we are saved. You are the one thousandth woman to be given to us and we hope you will be our last.”

Talk about a bomb being dropped! What the heck had Unie gotten me into and how did she expect me to figure this situation out? I stared dumbfounded and obviously I didn't respond to the news quickly enough because I was spun around to stare into the lavender gaze of the stunning creation behind me.

“There is no time too think about this, Jo. You are the last hope we have as I'm tired of waiting in the bowels of hell. I decided, without telling Brandon, to make sure we break free of the curse.”

I heard Brandon's gasp as my eyes widened and there was a strange sensation that ran through me at Brayden's growling proclamation. This was not going to be good.

Brayden frowned as he continued. “I made a binding spell that if you don't get us out of this, you too will stay in our world of pain and darkness for eternity. The only way out?” He lifted my chin and rubbed his finger along my bottom lip. “Free us.”

Friday, July 27, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: Get warmed up by author Michel Prince's new book!!

Phew! It's been sooooo hot these days lately. You know, temps in the triple digits and all that. So Michel Prince has decided to give a peek into her newest book The Frozen. Let's cool off and enjoy!


You close your eyes and finally make the decision to end your life only to have him show up. Gabriel, here to give you a second chance for salvation. They say he’s an angel, but then again, they don’t have to serve under him. He offers you a chance to be a member of the Frozen, a group of demon hunters. Serve your sentence and you can ascend to heaven. Refuse, well the punishment has been clearly laid out in the scriptures. It’s a last chance. But when your body is frozen in time can your heart still beat?

Nye, a former slave who lost his love and was tired of being under the control of another ended his life in 1859. His stubborn ways kept him under Gabriel’s thumb and from ascending to Heaven. Feeling that a woman was the cause of his downfall he hasn’t had an urge for a woman for over a hundred and fifty years. Knowing that he has less than seven years left until he earns salvation he is staying on the straight and narrow – until a woman gets caught in the crossfire during a demon hunt.

Receiving devastating news, Kiriana moves across the country only to get caught up in the world of our protectors The Frozen. With each passing moment Nye and Kiriana are pulled into an attraction that could be their ultimate demise or their greatest salvation…

All the while Damarion, is leading a group of female demons as they try to protect the demons sent from Hell to obtain the souls of humans around the world. Being assigned to Earth as a punishment for crimes against the royal family, Damarion learns that there are dangers within his coven trying to take him down and stop him from returning to his love still trapped in Hell and threaten the love that he was so sure was true.
I looked at Keir, who was passed out on the floor, and groaned. My hands pressed against the cracked foundation of the basement and I walked away in disgust. Lumbering up the unfinished wooden stairs, I shoved the door open and wandered down the taupe colored hall.
How the hell had the Frozen pulled this shit off? It was bad enough they'd gotten the last three midnight risers, but to get a noon one. I knew I was going to be paying for this one.
Crossing into the kitchen, I looked for something, anything that could serve as food. Ramen. Fuck. One of these days I was going to get a thick, juicy steak. I missed those.
The punishment could have been worse. Being caught in bed with a member of the royal family wasn’t the best way to get ahead. Luckily I was saved, if being stuck in the formulaic kitchen of another suburban home in this shithole town could be called salvation. But now I was going to have to answer for the Prince’s latest losses.
A light glowed from the white microwave and inside, a Styrofoam cup spun slowly. The humming from the molecules being bombarded allowed me to zone out. It was as if my brain was rotating in the small box.
“Is there another?” Pivane asked as he came into the kitchen.
“Did you call them back in?”
“Done. Zuma saw the Dark One cut off the head.”
“The back road off 34. Zuma almost had the bantling when the Dark One killed him.”
“Why the hell didn’t she attack?” I raged.
“A normal was on the road. The Big Female shot her.”
Involving a normal wasn't allowed. Having one involved could cause the Prince to arrive prematurely, which could bring in the Frozen’s leaders, too. A triple beep brought me back from my anger.
Yanking the door for the microwave almost completely off, I gulped the salty juice. I hated my dependence on the overly MSGed mixture. Being on earth was turning me into a damn diabetic but instead of sugar, it was salt. With each failure, I felt a loss to my body strong enough to make my head spin in weakness, something I couldn’t display to the jackasses with me in the house. They'd turn on me in a second. I guess that’s the price one paid to be in charge.
I stormed off to my office only to find Nemesio. Pushing past her, I fell into my faux leather chair, the poly-blend fabric crackling as I sat. I was much too much of a man to be sitting in such a small chair.
“Tell me Yahweh, how can I service you today?” Nemesio slithered while her hands slid down my chest as I sat back in my chair. “It's been so long. Have you forgotten how I’ve helped you in the past?”
“Yes,” I said, not wanting to remember.
“You appear to be in a precarious position. I see frustration has you weakened. Yahweh, I’d hate to have another in your place. May I ease you?”
“Nemesio, take out your needs on another in the house or destroy a normal’s love, but leave me to my work.”
I examined the map in front of me. The repeated use of holes had to be the problem. All the Frozen had to do was keep watching the same places. Did the Prince not know he was the cause of all this carnage and not me? It wouldn’t matter; I'd be the one to blame. My brain was becoming mush and the streets on the map started to cross each other as my vision doubled. Throwing my head back, I brought my hands to my eyes, hoping to rub away the film that seemed to be growing over them.
Nemesio straddled me. I opened my eyes only to see her piercing blue eyes staring back at me, melting my reserve to tell her to fuck off. She was evil. Her body oozed sex, but her mind…Her mind was a minefield.
“If I didn’t know you better, I’d assume you're trying to take my position.”
“I’ll take whatever position you want,” her tongue licked my ear and continued up to my horns. For the proper angle, she stood up which caused her perfect rack to land on my lips. She sucked the small horns on my head and they grew. Usually I kept them small and well hidden from the normal’s, but Nemesio was breaking my resolve and much like another part of me growth upon arousal falls out of my control.
“You want to know what position I want you in?”
“Yes,” she purred.
She pulled back and looked at me, her hand slid down my face.
“I thought you preferred the bent-over-your-desk-your-dick-in-my-ass position,” she growled with a desire that made me wretch at the thought of any sexual congress involving her hollow body.
“You suck your brother with that mouth?” I snipped.
“That depends. Who’s your mother?”
“Get out!” I ordered, shoving her back.
She turned herself around but still straddled me. This time she bent over and hiked up her skirt, which could only be described as a belt for her thong. As she shoved her perfect ass in my face and I knew there was only so much more I could take.
“Are you sure?” she teased, wagging her ass in front of me. I slammed her down hard against the desk, my hand firmly locked between her shoulder blades. Her back crackled under the pressure. Then I pulled out my cock.
“You want to fuck me in the mood I’m in?” I pushed harder on her back. “You sure about that? Pain is the only feeling you’ll receive.”
“My pain is your pleasure, Yahweh,” she said, her voice ragged as it tried to escape her lungs.
I slammed myself hard into her core, the source of evil in my world. My hand moved to her head, forcing it into the wood of the desk. I didn’t want to hear another word come from those venomous lips. The soft flesh between her legs tensed, grabbing hold of me. It was always open and warm, but today it was as if it wanted me, needed me, inside.
“If you speak one word during this, I'll kill you.”
The last thing I wanted to think about was who the hell I was with. I’d have been lucky to clean myself off before the acid she was made of burned through my soul.
Her ass was like an apple, round and hard, just the way I liked it. Any of the Deumos, Nemesio's kind, were tens on the human scale. Any human would one like Nemesio. Her kind knew how to suck and pull on a cock. They were experts and I was certain there wasn't a whore in the world that could hold a candle to them, yet I couldn’t help but be disgusted. Knowing them was the turn off.
I grabbed her hips and pounded harder, my eyes trained ahead on the door. I focused on the Princess. Trying to envision her underneath me. Fuck that. I wanted this to be painful. I'd already had a shitty morning. The last thing I needed was to add to my pain. If I thought of the Princess, I’d ease up the assault of Nemesio’s body.
The Prince. That was enough to make me pound her. My fingers dug into her skin. Yeah. Fucking him in the ass would make me feel better. That cocksucker deserved it. Sticking me in this stink hole just because his sister liked the taste of my cum. Not. My. Fault.
A tail was starting to emerge from Nemesio, a sign she was actually enjoying this. I didn’t want that. Pounding harder, I arched my back and let out a roar as her tail whipped behind me and the barbed end pierced the skin on the back of my neck. To demon men, it was a sign of conquest, but to me it was a brand of dishonor. The last think I wanted was to give Nemesio sexual gratification.
Now Nemesio was moaning.
“I said be quiet!”
I rammed myself into her harder, the desk almost moved to the wall from the force of my stroke. Looking down, there were deep scratch marks on the desk from where her fingernails had turned into claws. All I wanted was for someone to feel my pain and here she was enjoying the act.
Three hard slams and the desk hit the door as I finished. I pulsed in her, my hands pulling her hips as close to me as I could get. Still stuck deep inside her, she rocked her pelvis causing a shiver to run along my spine. She was right. I did need what she offered. I could actually feel strength sweep over my muscles. The film was removed from my eyes and I could focus again. If it's true that a man’s brain is in his dick, I'd just cleared my mind.
If only I didn’t have to use her to get it.

Book Trailer:

Wow! Okay, I thought I'd be cooling down, but I'm suddenly even more hotter than I was before!! Great snippet from Michel Prince. Go out and get this intensely sexy book! Thanks for joining us Ms. Prince.

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Say hello to my sexy friends (Touch of the Gods stop #3)

My next stop (well third) is a great interview for my characters Hephaestus and Eros. You can find out what they have to say at the blog lin below. By the way, there is another great contest giveaway for this day so make sure you enter!



Sexy gentlemen, eh?

Find their interview here Interview with Hephaestus and Eros

Monday, July 23, 2012

The tour begins for Touch of the Gods! With a great review linked to the site!

So you know I love sharing anything and everything about Touch of the Gods: The Wager right?

Well the tour began today and there's an AMAZING giveaway there. I'm giving away tons of swag each day of this tour so please stop by every place if you can and see what you might win. I want to share the love of the Touch with as many as I can! So check out the first stop and see if you can win.

Stop number 1 for Touch of the Gods tour!

Review for Touch of the Gods: The Wager

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Touch of the Gods~The Wager

In honor of my upcoming blog tour I decided to do a six sentence from one of my most favorite books (that I wrote) to get things started!!

Already, he was hard while precum slid down my ass crack. In fact, I felt him prodding my rear entry with his fingers and when I tried to move away, he held me firm. My heartbeat increased its speed, while I felt panic rising in my throat. I also savored the idea of what he had in mind.

Tentatively, I looked over my shoulder at him, and I could’ve sworn I felt the sting of little teeth nipping my back. I quickly glanced down at his dragon tattoo, but it sat in the same place. 

Friday, July 20, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: Up close and personal with author Adriana Kraft

Personal space is rather limited at the moment on the island. All thanks to the lovely visitors that come to play with us here. Today we're welcoming sexy author Adriana Kraft who wants to tell us a bit about her book Too Close for Comfort (Swinging Games/Book Nine). I'm very excited! Take it away Ms. Kraft!

It all seemed so simple: Sarah Creston would move in for the summer, Brett and Jen Andrews could revel in their new threesome, and everyone else would understand. But now Donna and Ryan – their best friends and lovers – won’t speak to them, and Jen seems so infatuated with Sarah that even Brett is worried about the consequences.
Battered from the double whammy of her husband’s death and caring for her aging parents, Sarah Creston thrills to Jen and Brett’s exquisite care and ravishing sex. Now that she’s had her first taste of a woman, will she be satisfied – or will she want more?  Everything hinges on what Sarah wants.

Feeling like a human sponge, Sarah sighed. Her eyelids fluttered open and shut as she tried to survey the scene around her, but all five senses were on overload.
“This is beyond my wildest imagination,” she mumbled to no one in particular.
Completely nude, she lay on her back atop Carl and Alice’s massage table. Her naked partners had already rubbed down every square inch of her backside—every square inch before turning her over to tend to her front. Sarah laced the fingers of her right hand through Jen’s hair as her lover suckled a breast as if it were their very first time. Similarly, Brett continued tonguing her other breast.
“We’re pleased that you’re pleased,” Carl said, bending over to kiss Sarah’s forehead without interrupting his steady massage of her temples.
“You’re amazing,” she whispered, puckering her lips while reaching up to pull his lips closer to hers. She sighed again as his lips covered hers for another soul searching kiss. Both he and his wife had proven to be incredible kissers. She could hardly wait to see what else they might be incredible at doing to her—or with her.
“Ah,” Sarah moaned. Her hips tensed.
Smiling, Carl broke their kiss and continued massaging her brow, giving her ample opportunity to appreciate Alice’s warm breath flowing over her pussy.
“Relax,” Alice cooed, blowing on her again.
Sarah did her best to soften her muscles, to sink deeper into the massage table and trust her body to her lovers.
Buy Links:
Too Close for Comfort at Xtasy Books

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Too Close for Comfort on Amazon UK

Saturday, July 14, 2012

Saturday Story Corner~ Sinful Lovers: Envy (episode 2)

Egg On my Face

There they stood in their identical glory, the only way to tell them apart was by the color of their aprons. What I couldn't believe was that those tiny squares of fabric was all that they wore and I found myself drinking in their well defined torsos with hungry eyes. Their skin was all tan and glistening with sweat from the heat in the kitchen. The spattering of brown hair on their chest spread like a silky triangle that trailed thin over washboard abs only to disappear under those damned cooking obstructions.

Flicking my gaze to study their faces, I inhaled sharply at how sinful and beautiful they were at the same time. Full lips I wanted on my body at that very moment were quirked up in small grins. Square jaws that hadn't been shaved and those sexy eyes that watched me watch them. Their hair was tussled with that “just fucked” look which made them all the more decadent. My body was hot and cold all over. I wished I had stayed in bed so they could have brought their big, stiff ones to make my morning start off right!

Hotness in the green apron interrupted my raunchy thoughts, his voice heavy with concern. “Jo, you okay? You look a little flush.”

I must not have answered fast enough for him because he rushed to my side and placed his hands on my arms, rubbing them. Instantly my skin broke out into tingling goose bumps and I all but swooned. Had it been that long since I felt a man's touch?

“Let me help you sit, baby. I know this must all be shocking to you. Brayden grab Jo some juice.” He directed me to the kitchen dinette and sat me down still rubbing my back in small circles.

The one called Brayden brought me a glass filled with orange juice before sitting across from my own seat and watched me slowly sip at the tangy beverage. I suddenly frowned as the other twin's words sank in. So maybe they knew I didn't know them but if that was the case then what the hell were they doing in my home and how did they know my name? The man I still had no name for stopped his ministrations, much to my chagrin, and took his place in the third chair. His movements allowed my to get a glimpse of his backside and I liked what I saw. A lot.

Shaking my head to stop that particular train of thought, I took anotmy large gulp before I finally got down to business. “So do you want to clarify on what you mean about shocking because you're right. I'm pretty weirded out finding the two of you in my house when I know I went to bed in an empty home.”

There was silence at first as the brothers looked to each other. The way they stared made me wonder if they were doing that strange twin communication thing I'd heard about. Yeah, this was odd and I started wishing my oj had vodka in it.

Brayden finally broke eye contact and turned his pretty gaze on me. “As you know I'm Brayden and this is my twin Brandon. We only know you because you're our assignment.”

“Uh, what? I'm afraid I didn't get the memo.”

Brandon chuckled. “Yeah we know. It's kind of hard to explain really. Maybe after you help us know which you find better then we can tell you.” His eyes twinkled with mischief before he stood to walk back over to the kitchen counter.

Brayden growled after his brother and hurried away leaving me even more confused. Didn't they want to take the action back to the bedroom? Inwardly gasping I was shocked at my behavior and ways of thinking. I didn't know those men from Adam and yet I wanted to let them have their way with my body. Closing my eyes I tried to regain some resemblance of sanity. That was until my olfactory system became accosted by the worse stench imaginable.

Blinking open my eyes I was surprised to find a plate of eggs instead of the pile of shit I was expecting it to be. Brayden placed the food in front of me, the steam rising almost making me gag. What did he put in the thing and how exactly was I supposed to react?

“You see! Mine is bigger. You like it that way.” He puffed out his chest like a proud peacock while shooting his brother a smug look.

They were talking about eggs? What the hell!

He waited with such an expectant smile that I figured despite their awful smell they had to taste fine. Steeling my resolve I dug my fork into the large mound of eggs and taking a deep breath, I shoved them into my mouth.

And felt my taste buds die one by one.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Gettin' Freaky Friday: Welcome Author Malia Mallory

It's Friday so you know that  means all! Let's welcome author Malia Mallory and see some of the sexy in her hot book Mia's Cop Craving 2: Double Teamed.


Mia is just your normal girl next door with a secret. She can't resist a man in blue! Join Mia as she continues her adventures with sexy police officer Rogan. This time he helps make her ménage à trois fantasy a reality.

Book warning:
This ebook contains graphic depictions of masturbation, oral sex, anal sex and sex with multiple partners. It is intended for persons 18+ only.


She decided to turn the tables. "Have you ever masturbated in front of someone?"
"No. But I suppose it is only fair if that is something you'd want to see."
"Oh, yes." Her face flushed thinking about it. "I'd love to see how you like to be touched. Would you do that?"
He was silent, weighing her question. Then he reached for the fly of his jeans and popped it open. Mia's eyes were glued to his groin as he eased the zipper down revealing a growing bulge under the fabric of his boxer briefs. He hooked his thumbs into his waistband and pushed the denim down until it fell loosely to his ankles. He stepped free while he rubbed himself through his underwear.
Languid warmth moved through her body as Rogan removed his shirt. Was he really going to do it? Apparently he was, and she was excited at the prospect. She loved to watch him come while fucking her, but this would be different. This was a front row seat.
Mia watched, speechless, as Rogan freed his cock from his underwear. Her eyes grew wide and her blood heated. Her gaze fixed on his as he stroked himself up and down, slowly at first. He rubbed his thumb around the ridge at the tip of the head and then his fingers clasped the shaft, stroking toward his balls. He took his left hand, cupped his scrotum, and continued to stroke from base to tip with his right hand.
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Malia Mallory is the author of The ABCs of Erotica series, which includes so far A is for Anal, B is for Beach, C is for C*ck Ring, D is for Domination, and now, R is for Revenge. The ABCs of Erotica covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also released Mia's Cop Craving and Santa's Backdoor Baby. She has hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her books are available in electronic format at major retailers like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and AllRomance Books.
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Nom nom nom!! Wasn't that just delicous folks? Thank you Malia for joining us today and sharing your steamy read.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday: Ways to boost your sex appeal

Ways to Boost Your Sex Appeal Boosting your sex appeal can be much easier than you think. If you want to boost your own sex appeal and turn that someone special on, below are some great tips for doing just that.

Show It Off

For starters, girls and guys are attracted to each other naturally. It’s sort of like animal instincts. A woman enjoys seeing a man sweat, overcome a tough challenge, lifting weights, or being dominant. A guy likes to see a girl who shows off her curves, has pretty hair and a very hot dress. It’s in our chemistry so naturally we should take advantage of it. Show off that great physique or those sexy curves. Put your sexual features on display whether it’s your legs, chest or whatever works!


Personal hygiene has a lot to do with sex appeal. If you walk in to someone’s home for the first time and smell nasty, someone’s going to have a bad impression and probably the wrong one. With looks it is the same idea. If you look rough, you’re not going to get their attention. You need to give in order to get. Shower, shave and groom yourself as you should be doing. If you want to have sex appeal, do something about it.


No one likes the thought of having too much hair. It’s pretty gross and tosses the sex appeal factor out the window. A man doesn’t have to shave completely, but he can trim. Trimming is fine, but smooth is better. Soft skin is something that really turns a man on.


Dressing nice gives a person a world of self confidence. Dress to impress and dress to hide those flaws you don’t like. Highlight the areas of your uniqueness. You should know where that is yourself. If not, go look in the mirror and use that area to the best of your ability when you dress. When you wear special things that you know look great on you, you have that aura of confidence. People can sense it and you can feel it.


Men and women both are very visual creatures. Go to the gym and workout, watch what you eat. This will pay off one day and is also what manes a person look at you and then take that second and third look. It’s that first impact on someone when you catch their eye that shows off sex appeal.


This may not be the obvious, but the conversation you have with someone says a lot about sex appeal. When you talk to someone you want to have a lot to say and you don’t want to run out of ideas. Read about things and talk with people you are closest to. Have a busy and good social life so that you come across as interesting and have things to talk about. You may find it to be a challenge to increase your sex appeal but it’s so worth it! Being sexy and appealing is worth the fight. You may just find that you get exactly what you want with all that sex appeal!

Kenya Francis enjoys writing and learning about fashion and health; she is a contributing author at

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

New cover reveal for Touch of the Gods: The Wager!!! Check it out!

So, I loved my first cover for Touch of the Gods: The Wager, but I have to say, I'm really hyped about the newest one made for my book. Both are very sexy but this new one really depicts my characters in a more erotic way. I'm quite pleased and decided to share with my fans the new look for the first book in the Touch of the Gods trilogy.

P. S. Check out the awesome trailer made for this book as well. Along with the teaser trailer for my upcoming book, a continuation of the Down the Yellow Brick Road saga, Down the Yellow Brick Road: Mind Games.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: Summer's Break

Gordon Summer's break is positively hedonsitic!

His cum began to rise up and he knew the time had arrived.


Or no, as his explosion of ecstasy was abruptly halted by a cage of sorts being clasped around his cock. Looking down, he saw that Mrs. Dickerman had applied a device with four silver cock rings all attached by a leather strap at their tops. Summer was good and confined. The lone part of him still free was the broad head of his penis and from the gleam in her eyes, he knew she had something devious planned for him.

Friday, July 6, 2012

Story Corner Saturday. Sinful Lovers: Envy (story 1)


Celebrating A Beginning to an End

Happy one year anniversary, Jo!” The pop from the champagne cork echoed loudly as it bounced off the wall. “For the fourth time that is.”

Unie handed me a glass filled with pale yellow bubbly and lifted my own with a smile. That was my friend. Always taking my regrets and turning them into forgotten memories and why not? There was no shame in having four divorces under my belt and if my happily drinking companion didn't think so, neither would I. Saluting my flute I gulped down the tart beverage and sighed as it settled warm in my empty stomach.

Instantly Unie refilled my glass before topping off her own and clinking them together we laughed with merriment. It did feel nice to share the day with someone who didn't look down on my inability to keep a marriage but somehow I couldn't help but feel guilty of my shortcomings.

“Stop it now, Joanne! This is a happy day.” My friend scolded with a wag of her finger.

I feigned innocence. “Stop what? I'm just sitting here.”

Brown eyes rolled in mock disgust right before the doorbell buzzed. I stuck my tongue out which only garnered a boisterous laugh and the retreating back of my friend as she answered the door. The murmur of a deep voice followed by a light giggle told me that the younger woman was flirting with the delivery man and when she returned, she still had her money. Once again, food was on the house. How the hell did the bitch do it?

As usual my friend had me in tears by the time we finished the pizza from my impersonation of Todd, ex-hubby number four. The best was how spot on she was and after the second bottle was empty we were both tipsy. My friend being buzzed caused one problem that was known as Unie's unfiltered ramblings of truth.

“You need to stop finding these douche monkeys, Jo. They're poopy heads.” Unie slurred.

I shrugged. “Yeah, I know. But really Todd wasn't that bad. He was good with his hands!”

“Uh yeah, when it came to working with a remote control.”

“Okay that's true. What about Leon?” I tried to keep from smiling when my friend gagged.

“Eww, Jo! He was a total slob. All greasy and gross. I think you were blind the day you agreed to marry him.” Unie tilted her head and pondered. “Maybe he was a man who used to be a toad. Only instead of becoming a handsome prince, he just became a fleshy fat toad man.”

Unable to hold it in any longer, I burst out in laughter and nodded my head. Unie was right about that, Leon was a definite toad. Even in sleep, his snores more resemble croaking. My first and second exes couldn't be classified as human either for that matter. All four men were dreadful and yet I found myself married to them because I was a habitual romance-aholic. I honestly didn't want to be alone yet there I was being just that.

With a despondent moan I hid my face in my hands . “What am I doing wrong, Unie? I mean I try to make them happy. I got new boobs for Michael, lost fifty pounds for Jerry, and learned to sleep on the couch for Leon. Oh and let's not forget, I converted to Catholicism for Todd! How could this keep happening?”

I felt my friend's eyes on me but didn't look up to see if they were staring in pity or amusement.

Unie's sigh wafted over my and smelled of sweet wine. “Therein my dear, lies your problem. You change for them when it should be them working to make you happy.”

Wasn't that the truth? However, despite being right, as usual it didn't make me feel any better. I said nothing because denial is a dreaded 'D' word never to be considered in the house of Unie. Besides what could I do to fix it? Thirty eight years old and alone once again. My life was set in perpetual suck motion. Sighing I pushed myself from the couch and cleared the plates so that my friend wouldn't see the forming tears in my eyes.

Unfortunately or fortunately, depending on one's perspective, Unie was all too perceptive of emotions. Having an empath as a friend was a total pain in the rump.

“Hey now, girl! Don't get upset. I'm not trying to make you sad.” She had followed me into the kitchen and rested on the side bar. Her head rested in her palm as she studied me.

I glanced at her askew with a frown. “What are you plotting, Unie?”

If I didn't know any better, I would swear my friend's chocolate brown skin began to glow with scarcely contained giddiness. It frightened me.

Unie grinned wide before bounding off to the backroom where she did her tarot and palm readings. The clanking of glass were followed by several curses that would kill a sailor and finally came a crash of something heavy. All of those sounds heightened the anxiety building in my stomach. The last thing I wanted was to have my future read only to be told I was shit out of luck in the love department and that I should just stick to my day job. My liquor filled psyche was already dejected. Didn't need to add anything else to the poor thing.
Returning from the dark section of the home, my friend stood in front of blue beaded curtain and held up a glass bottle that looked like a distiller. Were they going to be drinking again because I didn't think I had the ability to do so.
“Do you know what I'm holding, Jo?” Her dark eyes flickered with mystery and wonder.
Did I really want to know?
Yes. Yes I did. “No. What?”
Unie practically glided to where she previously stood and placed the glassware on the counter between us. She looked directly into my worried gaze.
“It's the answers to what you need.” She stated with glee.
Riiight. I thought but kept that to myself.
Instead I said, “How's that? Will drinking it bring me the man of my dreams?”
“You talking about sexy-ass-in-jeans Slade Tracksmith?”
I blushed at the name of my coworker who was by far the most physically stunning and sexually alluring specimen I had ever seen. Heck, possibly ever created but he had a flaw I couldn't handle. He was just too damn intense. Not about some things either but everything, everyday. It made it very frustrating to work with him because he never had a positive thing to say and I was a relatively optimistic person. Would explain why I kept falling in love. Pouting, I looked back down at the bottle.
“Seriously though, Unie. Am I supposed to wear it or drink it? Maybe splash it on a guy I like?” I didn't mean to sound petulant but I didn't believe in all that metaphysical mumbo jumbo.
My friend gave a very unladylike snort. “You drink it, nut!”
“That's it?”
Picking up the potion as if it contained high explosives, my frown deepened. “What will happen? What's the catch?”
“Hey that hurts!” Unie matched my scowl. “You honestly think I'd give you something that wouldn't work or could hurt you?” The sincere shock in her voice made me feel guilty at the insinuation she expressed. Then she showed she was only kidding by saying, “When has my spells not worked?”
I pondered. “There was that time when you gave that couple the aphrodisiac potion. Remember what happened to them.”
“Hey, it worked! Just on everyone they came in contact with. Besides, I hear they're now happily living as swingers.” Unie lifted her nose indignantly.
I held back my laughter and tried very hard to sound contrite. “You're right, I'm sorry. I'm tired I guess. You know how weird I get when I've had too much to drink?” I hoped I sounded honest in my apology. “Forgive me?”
“Well, okay. We've both had a lot tonight. You should get home and I have to go to bed. Got several readings tomorrow.”
Smiling, I grabbed my coat and keys. She walked me to her door and we hugged, bidding each other a good night.
I paused on the top step. “And you're sure this will work?”
 I rolled my eyes and tossed my hands in surrender. There was no way I'd be getting out of this situation.
I was almost down the front steps when my friend called out. “Take that tonight, hon! Trust me when I say everything will work out.”
Waving without turning around, I was more than glad that she and I didn't live too far apart. I certainly wouldn't have wanted to drive with the buzz making my world slightly topsy turvy. The moon lit the quiet streets of my little suburb in New Jersey and while the crisp fall air bit through my jacket, it was a welcome chill to the warmth from the champagne.
By the time I made it home and drowsily made my way up to the bedroom I all but forgotten about my promise to Unie. It wasn't until I snuggled into bed and closed my eyes that I heard a hum come from my jacket pocket that hung from my closet door. I tried to ignore it but it only grew louder in a very annoying way.
“What the hell is that?” Mumbling I threw off the blankets and stumbled to the noise and pulled out the bottle.
A perplexed and quite frustrated me glared at the potion and heard my friend's voice begging me to trust her. Darn that girl for getting into my drunken head. Strengthening my resolve, I tilted my head back and drank the liquid down. Then decidedly almost choked on the horribleness that slithered down my throat. It tasted as though castor oil and clam juice got together and made a slimy concoction of a baby.
I held my mouth to keep from spewing all over the place while managing to hold the contents down with a few deep breaths and waited. I looked around wondering when the big surprise would happen and after several minutes passed, I sighed. The spell was an obvious dud. That's what I had drank. A disgusting, thick sludge of nothing.
“Figures.” Disgruntled, I knew I wouldn't tell Unie as it was mainly my fault for believing in magic.
Back in bed, I only hoped I wouldn't be stuck on the toilet for my vacation weekend because of the stuff. It was the first one I had off in months and I could use the break. Pulling the covers up to my chin, I fell asleep with the ick taste still prevalent on my tongue. Happy one year divorce anniversary to me.

I'll wake her with my big one and she'll love it!” A deep voice resonated into my sleep fogged brain.

I would love a big one.

“Like hell you will. Mine is nice and stiff! I beat it just the way she likes me to. I'll give mine to her first.” Another baritone that sounded eerily similar to the first wrapped around me.

Mmmm. It's almost like they're in my house.


I bolted up in my bed and listened as noises came from the kitchen. Clattering pans and running water. It wasn't a dream. Someone was in my home!

“I tell you mine is the best. Just admit it now and avoid embarrassment.”

“You are the one who'll be sorry when you see her swoon over the beauty of mine.”

There were two voices, both belonging to men and they were obviously talking about me. I held my panic in check as I slid quietly from the bed and grabbed the nearest weapon. My snow boot. Opening my bedroom door I inched down the hall and down the stairs to the doorway arch that led to the kitchen. I pressed my back against the outer edge of the entrance before taking a steadying breath. One, two, three....

I jumped into the kitchen with a loud 'High Ya!' and stopped dead in my track, my mouth dropping open like a fool. The two voices I heard belonged, not to normal men, but angels. Hot, fallen ones that disguised themselves as humans. And they were identical twins at that! All golden and sinful, they stared at me with their lilac eyes as though they knew me. I sure didn't know them. But I wanted to!

The one wearing the blue apron split into a wide smile. “Jo, baby, you're up. Did you sleep well?”

Oh shit! An image of Unie's face popped into my mind. “It's the answers to what you need.”

It worked! The nasty ass potion actually worked but now I had a problem. A double whammy of one. I didn't know exactly what I was supposed to do and the men were looking to me with dimpled smiles waiting for me to say something.


Gettin' Freaky Friday: Welcome Author Ella Jade

It's Friday and you all know what that means! Time to welcome another great author to the island and see her sexy side. Ella Jade's book is titled A Love Stolen and can be found at
Take it away Ms. Jade!

Lila Crofton flees the town of Steeple when she learns of her boyfriend, Trevor Matheson's, betrayal. Trevor's one-night stand proves to be too much for the young lovers. Lila won't stick around and watch the only man she's ever loved move on with another. She heads to the city and starts over.

Six years later, recently divorced Sheriff Trevor Matheson is picking up the pieces of his life. When his high school sweetheart, Lila, returns to Steeple to bury her father, Trevor sees it as a sign. He's getting over a failed marriage and she's grieving the loss of her dad. They need one another. The timing couldn't be more perfect.

Can the two overcome the ghosts of their past and rekindle a love lost? Is there a second chance in their future, or is their stolen love gone forever?


Cali and Jensen both said goodbye and headed out on their way. Trevor had a feeling neither of them wanted him to have anything to do with Lila. Not after the way things had ended between the two of them. There wasn't a day in the past six years he hadn't thought about her and what might have been.

* * * * *

"Trevor!" Lila screamed as he threw her over his shoulder and ran her down the beach. "Where are we going?"

"Someplace a little more secluded." He carried her to the cove behind the dunes because he was having a hard time keeping his hands off her.
"We'll miss the party."

"We can have our own party." He placed her on her feet, then spread out the blanket he'd swiped from the bonfire party. He sat down before pulling her into his lap. "I don't want to share you with all those people."

It was a warm June night. Lila had graduated from high school a few days before, and her classmates were celebrating on the beach.

"What do you want to do with me?"

"Hmm." He slipped his hand under her sundress and ran his fingers over her panties. "I want these off."

She bit her lip, and hesitated at his request.

"Don't say no to me." He kissed her as he tugged on the white lace. "Take them off."

She lifted her hips and allowed him to slide her panties down her legs. She slipped them off with her toes as she sought out his lips.

"Good girl." He pressed his lips to hers, then spread his legs, turned her around and positioned her between them.

"It'll be worth it." He ran his palm over the thin material of her dress, squeezing her breasts and teasing her nipples with his fingertips. As he played with her breasts, he moved his other hand between her thighs to push his fingers inside her warmth.

"God, Trevor." She thrust her hips, causing his fingers to slide deeper.

"You're so wet," he whispered against her ear.

"You make me wet." She rocked against his hand. "Kiss my neck, leave marks."

"Your father will kill me." He lowered his lips to her soft, warm skin.

"I'm eighteen." She wiggled her ass against his hard cock. "What's he going to say?"

He moved his fingers in and out of her, pressing his thumb against her clit as he sucked on the side of her neck.

"Trevor . . . ." She spread her legs wide and let him finger her until she came.

He looked up at the clear moonlit sky as he continued to stroke her. He knew they didn't have a care or worry in the world. The future held so many possibilities.

"Still want to go back to the party?" He kissed her neck.

She turned and reached for his belt buckle. "Your turn."


Yumm-oh! Okay, that was sexy huh? Don't you just want to get this book? I know I do! Thank you so much Ms. Jade for joining us and sharing such a tasty snippet of A Love Stolen. We really appreciated and enjoyed it. 

Hope you stay awhile and after you go, do come back and visit us here at the island again!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Independence Day Blog H0p W*I*N*N*E*R!!

I want to thank all who participated in the 4th of July blog hop. I had a great time seeing the entries for my contest and gaining more lovelies to join my island of raunchy, wicked fun! Enjoy the cabana boys who are here to serve you and all your needs.

There's one right now!!
So, now for the moment we've been waiting for. The winner for a copy of my recent book Touch of the Gods: The Wager AND trading cards with candy ;-)

The winner of the Independence Day blog hop is.....God of Chaos and Laughter. I think we could always use those from time to time. I know in my daily life I live them! Congrats and I'll email you.

Thanks again everyone. I had a great time and hope you all did too!

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Thoughtful Thursday: Tips to Become More Attractive

Tips to Become More Attractive

We all need to know that beauty lies within ourselves. Being attractive starts with you and how you see yourself. If you don’t think you’re attractive, you won’t see or feel that you are. Below are some great tips to help you become more attractive. Get In Shape
It’s nice to have a man sweep you off your feet, but if you’re scrawny or overweight it does not help a lot. This does not mean you have to hit the gym so hard you have time for nothing else, but start a fitness routine to get yourself back in shape. Don’t do it for anyone else but yourself. Your body is a part of you and it deserves for you to treat it the right way. Do a little running, swimming and dieting. Cut out the cigarettes and slow down on the drinking. Let go of drugs. Your body is not what will find you love, but it’s going to help. All the resources you need are there to get in shape just do it!


Everyone needs a good amount of sleep to improve the way they look and help their brain function better. Memory is also affected by sleep. If you sleep and get the rest your body needs you will be funnier, wittier and more outgoing. Getting enough rest keeps you from being sick and getting someone sick is a big turn off! You are much more attractive when you get the proper rest. Hairstyle
Try something new. Go to the salon and flip through the books in the shop and find something that really strikes you and go for it. If you don’t like it, your hair is going to grow back. Get others opinions and you will find something that looks great on you and can be that perfect attractive look you have been waiting for.


Try something new with clothing as well. Go out and treat yourself to some new outfits. Try some different things that may not have ever been your style, you may be surprised with what you see when you look in the mirror. New clothes that look great on you will boost your confidence and give you an attractive new look.


If you want to be more attractive, educate yourself. A woman loves to be around a smart man and vice-versa. We are not talking Einstein here. Jump into some books and do some reading about current events, history, psychology or science. When you read you further your knowledge. You will find that your vocabulary expands as well; speaking words other than “cool” or “kinda” and replacing them with some more intriguing words makes a person much more attractive. We live in a world today where everyone is always worried about how other people perceive them. If you really want to be more attractive and stand out, you should try some of the steps above and work on building more self confidence in yourself. Believe that you truly are attractive and others will see that too!

Daphne Coleman loves to go sailing and to play with her dogs. She is a contributing writer at

Sunday, July 1, 2012

Six Sentence Sunday: D. X. Luc is in the Independence Day Blog H0p so see my six for Touch of the Gods: The Wager and join in the fun!

I'm joining many great authors for the Independence Day Blog Hop and will be giving away a choice of either pdf or kindle copy of my recent release, which has nine 5 star reviews on Amazon, Touch of the Gods: The Wager as well as matching Trading Cards with candy to one lucky winner!

Below I'll have the rules for entering the contest.

So lets see what Six I have for  you all!

The veins in his arms pulsed and throbbed, while the sweat coating his body made the white t-shirt cling to him provocatively, with every hard indentation outlined.

I couldn't seem to get enough of looking at him. Eye candy didn't even begin to describe what this immortal man brought to the table. Fanning my suddenly heated body, I tried using my imaginary Jedi mind tricks to convince him to remove the shirt, so I could see the tawny expanse of his skin. My mouth salivated, while wetness dripped from my pussy to settle in the middle of my panties.

“Vanessa, I know you're there. Even if I hadn't sensed you when you first entered the room, the sweet smell of your succulent pussy would have given you away. Come here.”

Want to see more? Enter through the form below. Don't forget to join my blog as well! If you don't win, you can pick up a copy of Touch of the Gods: The Wager on Amazon in both Kindle and paperback!

Touch of the Gods: The Wager Kindle Link

Touch of the Gods: The Wager Paperback Link

Thanks for coming out and enjoying my six as well as hanging out during this awesome blog hop. This contest will be ongoing from July 1st-4th! I'll pick the winner on July 5th. Make sure to enter your information in both boxes and join my crazy and sexy island!

Also, check out the list below to see what other authors are giving out! They're all amazing and the prizes are totally awesome!

 Click here to see other authors and their great prizes they have to offer!

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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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