Sunday, March 31, 2013

Sexy Sunday Guest Post by Lisa Renee Jones

Today's Sexy Sunday post is from Lisa Renee Jones - be on the lookout for her show on Starz based on her Inside Out Trilogy soon! In the meantime, enjoy a steamy, suspenseful little excerpt from If I Were You below. smiley 16a3c6a


If I Were You by Lisa Renee Jones

Fifty Shades of Grey meets Basic Instinct 

It all began when my neighbor thrust a key to a storage unit at me. She’d bought it to make extra money after watching some storage auction show. Now she was on her way to the airport to elope with a man she barely knew, and she needed me to clear out the unit before the lease expires.

Soon, I was standing inside a small room that held the intimate details of another woman’s life, feeling uncomfortable, as if I was invading her privacy. Driven to find out by some unnamed force, I began to dig, to discover this woman’s life, and yes, read her journals—-dark, erotic journals that I had no business reading. Once I started, I couldn’t stop. I read on obsessively, living out fantasies through her words that I’d never dare experience on my own. I read onward until the last terrifying dark entry left me certain that something had happened to this woman. I had to find her and be sure she was okay.

The dark, passion it becomes…

Now, I am working at a prestigious gallery she’d worked at, where I have always dreamed of being, and I’ve been delivered to the doorstep of...him. He is rich and famous, and dark in ways I shouldn’t find intriguing, but I do. I don’t understand why his dark side appeals to me, but the attraction between us is rich with velvety promises of satisfaction. He is damaged beneath his confident good looks and need for control, and in some way, I feel he needs me. I need him.

All I know for certain is that he knows me like I don’t even know me, and he says I know him. Still, I keep asking myself — do I know him? Did he know her, the journal writer, and where is she? And why doesn’t it seem to matter anymore? There is just him and me, and the burn for more.


Sunday, March 7th, 2012

For months I’ve had dreams and nightmares about how perfectly he personifies the word. Sleep-laden, alternate realities where I can vividly smell his musky male scent, feel his hard body against mine. Taste the sweet and sensuous flavor of him-–like milk chocolate with its silky demand that I indulge in one more bite. And another. So good I’d forgotten there’s a price for overindulgence. And there is a price. There is always a price. I was reminded of this life lesson on Saturday night. And I know now, no matter what he says, no matter what he does, I cannot--will not--see him again.

It started out as any other erotic adventure with him. Unpredictable. Exciting. I barely remember where it all went wrong. How it took such a dark turn.

He’d ordered me to undress and sit on the mattress, against the headboard, my legs spread wide for his viewing. Naked before him, open to him, I was vulnerable and quivering with need. Never in my life had I taken orders from a man; most certainly I had never thought I would quiver with anything. But I did for him.

If Saturday night proved anything, it was that once I was with him, under his spell, he could demand anything of me, and I’d comply. He could push me to the edge, to unbelievable places I’d never thought I would go. Exactly why I can’t see him again. He makes me feel possessed, and what is so disconcerting about this feeling is that I like it. I can hardly wrap my mind around allowing such a thing, though I burn for it. But when I saw him standing at the end of the bed Saturday night, all broad and thick with sinewy muscle, his cock jutting forward, there was nothing but that need.

He was magnificent. Really, truly the most gorgeous man I’ve ever known. Instant lust exploded inside me. I wanted to feel him close to me, to feel him touch me. To touch him. But I know now not to touch him without his permission. And I know not to beg him to let me. 

I’ve learned my lesson from past encounters. He enjoys the vulnerability of a plea far too much. Enjoys withholding his pleasures, until I am nearly quaking with the burn of my body. Until I am liquid heat and tears. He likes that power over me. He likes full control. I should hate him. Sometimes, I think I love him.

It was the blindfold that should have warned me I was headed toward a place of no return. Thinking back, I believe it did. He tossed it on the bed, a dare, and instantly a shiver chased a path up and down my spine. The idea of not being able to see what was happening to me should have aroused me-–it did arouse me. But for reasons I didn’t understand at the time, it also frightened me. I was scared and I hesitated.

This did not please him. He told me so, in that deep, rich, baritone voice that makes me quiver uncontrollably. The need to please him had been so compelling. I put on the blindfold. 

I was rewarded by the shift of the mattress. He was coming to me. Soon, I knew I would come, too. His hands slid possessively up my calves, over my thighs. And damn him, stopped just before my place of need.

 What came next was a shadowy whirlwind of sensation. He pulled me onto my back, flat against the mattress. I knew satisfaction was seconds away. Soon he would enter me. Soon I would have what I needed. But to my distress, he moved away.

It was then that I was sure I’d heard the click of a lock. It jolted me to a sitting position, and I called out his name, fearful he was leaving. Certain that I’d done something wrong. Then relieved when his hand flattened on my stomach. I’d imagined the sound of the lock. I must have. But I couldn’t shake the subtle shift in the air then, the raw lust and menace consuming the room that didn’t feel like him. It was a thought easily forgotten when he settled heavy between my thighs, his strong hands lifting my arms over my head, his breath warm on my neck--his body heavy, perfect.

Somehow, a silk tie wrapped around my wrists and my arms were tied to the bed frame. It never occurred to me that he could not have done this on his own. That he was on top of me, unable to manipulate my arms. But then, he was manipulating my body, my mind, and I was his willing victim.

He lifted his body from mine, and I whimpered, unable to reach for him. Again silence. And the whisk of fabric. More strange sounds. Long seconds ticked by, and I remember the chill that snaked across my skin. The feeling of dread that had balled in my stomach.

         And then, the moment I know I will die remembering. The moment when the steel of a blade touched my lips. The moment that he promised there was pleasure in pain. The moment when the blade traveled along my skin with the proof he would be true to his words. And I knew then that I had been wrong. He was not dangerous. Nor was he chocolate. He was lethal, a drug, and I feared… 

Meet The Author

Former CEO and business owner of LRJ Staffing, an Austin based staffing agency frequently receiving accolades across the state, left behind the corporate world to write romance. LRJ Staffing had offices in Austin, Dallas, Temple, Waco, San Antonio, and Nashville.

Back in September it was announced that New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones sold her indie erotic series THE INSIDE OUT TRILOGY in a major deal to by Simon and Schuster.(Louise Fury, L.Perkins Agency) Since then the highly acclaimed series has sold to ten foreign countries, with more under negotiation, and now it’s been optioned by STARZ for television (Shari Smiley, Resolution.) The project is moving forward quickly, with Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) producing.

Inspired by a real journal found in a storage unit during Lisa's eight years buying and selling units, the series embraces the dark sensuality of 50 Shades of Grey and the intrigue with storage units that is Storage Wars in one spine tingling series packed with mystery and passion. 

The print version of IF I WERE YOU, book 1, is in stores now.

Where to find Lisa

Be sure to visit Lisa’s contest page 
for a chance to win many prizes in 
celebrating the release of If I Were You.      

Saturday, March 30, 2013

"Properly" - My Guest Post at The Erotic Writer blog

Hey Lil Lovers!

I'm very excited to have a freshly written story featured today at The Erotic Writer blog. I adore this site shared by three wonderful writers full of all kinds of erotic writing from the beautifully poetic to the downright filthy, disturbing and weird (I'm a girly girl and I tend to lean toward the former but sometimes I just can't help myself and I just have to sneak a deliciously deviant peek!). They don't usually have guest posts, but they are looking for a new contributor so I submitted for consideration and they posted it. If you want to test me out before you buy any of my books, this is a perfect opportunity to do so - it's free and you don't have to do any downloading! Please hop over and check it out (and please write sweet comments there about me - it makes me look good!). smiley Thumbsup

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Blog Tour - Personal Growth by Chelsea Falin

Honored today to be a stop on Chelsea Falin's blog tour for her new novel, Personal Growth, the second in her Growing Roots Series. It is currently available at the retailers listed following the excerpt below.

Synopsis (From Back of Cover)

Willie, despite a rough start, has become immersed in the culture she should have been born into. As she grows in her own knowledge of her ancestral roots, she also grows in who she is as a person. All things are now within her reach, and all she must do is put forth a little effort. With all of this in mind, Willie has decided to dedicate herself towards her own 'Personal Growth.'

"Our heritage might be bloody, but that's no reason not to be proud!"


Though the creek was thin, I knew it was wide enough I could not step over it easily. I might be able to jump across it if I tried, but it would be pushing it. Chances were, it was just out of jumping reach, though a few large boulders in its midst would allow crossing. I guessed ten feet across, give or take a half foot. The answer was good enough for me, and so I moved on to depth. I stood up and walked over to the bank to peer down. Depth was the trickiest part, since the shimmering water would make the distance hard to determine. So intent was I upon figuring out the depth of the water that I did not hear the sounds of someone else coming into the area.

“What are you staring at?” The sound came from in front of me. In shock, I started, stumbled, and tripped over a large branch. I fell over, landing on my bottom, just barely nicking my head upon the rock I had previously been sitting on. My vision momentarily swam. It cleared just in time for me to see a tall stranger hop off the second boulder to land on my side of the creek. “I didn't mean to frighten you.”

I stared up at the stranger. I was frightened, and had no idea what he would be doing in this area. The creek on this side was our property, and the other side was state land. So where did he come from? I look fearfully into his eyes, but I saw only kindness and concern where I had expected to find malice.

“Who...who are you?” I stuttered.

His lips cracked a smile that split his broad face nearly in half, showing bright white teeth in a perfectly straight line. “My name's Takoda.” He looked at me expectantly, but in my shocked state I wasn't sure what he wanted. He prompted me, “And you are?”

I muttered, “Willie.”




Meet The Author

Chelsea Falin is the 22 year old independent author of over ten titles. Her books can be found at all major online retailers, as well as a few independent bookstores around the United States. Chelsea has also been a professional freelance writer for over four years. In her personal life, Chelsea is a wife, and mother of one. She was born in a small west-central town in Florida called Dade City, but currently resides in South Jersey.

Blog Tour Stop - Review of Lethal Obsession by Shandra Miller


Angela Martin is chief detective for the Moose Creek, N.C., police department, when a possible murder call comes in. At the scene she finds the body of a woman, hanging from hands bound overhead, eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged. Red whip marks crisscross the woman’s buttocks, the back of her legs. She recognizes the scene, knows exactly what happened to the woman before she died, because Det. Angela Martin was bound and blindfolded, gagged and whipped exactly as this woman had been. By a man she met on line.

A killer.

A master whose power over her is so strong she’s willing to risk everything – her career, even her life – to be with him again.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a novel of desire and domination, suspicion and fear, and the mysterious way those emotions mingle into an inescapable pull, one that might cost Angela her life. 

My Thoughts:

As I make pretty clear on my review submission page, I’m rather picky about what kind of erotic writing I’ll read. I tend to be a little prudish, for lack of a better word (yes, I see the irony), about it because I don’t really go for the whole BDSM thing (much of the reason I can’t seem to make myself read more than one chapter of Fifty Shades of Grey so far - it bored me  smiley Indifferent0018 ).That said, I did know what I was getting into when I decided to participate in Shandra Miller’s blog tour and review her new novel, which does contain BDSM, and therefore prepared myself accordingly to review based on the quality of the writing, period. Now,  I always try to do that anyway, cuz I feel that's what a good and fair reviewer does. Just because I don't care for scifi (for example) doesn't mean I'm gonna give a scifi book a crappy review if it's still well-written...ya feelin' me? Therefore...

I was pleasantly surprised with this book. Unlike some erotic material I’ve read, Ms. Miller is a stylish writer and her work felt like any other book I may have purchased by a big publishing house in a brick and mortar bookstore - the quality totally holds up in comparison. Her lead character is nicely developed and even in instances when Angela herself didn’t understand her own motivations, the author allows us to experience that internal battle along with her as she navigates her questionable decisions. We get to invest in her instead of just taking on the roles of disconnected voyeurs. And trust, Angela makes many a WTF decision in this book! More than once I found myself yelling at my Kindle (app), “What are you doing, you crazy bitch?! You’re gonna get yourself killed! Brutally!!!” smiley Scared  But I never got the impression that Angela was unintelligent or weak (a major pet peeve for me for female characters in any genre); rather she seemed to be at a major crossroads in her life and having been rejected for so long by her husband, was desperate to feel wanted and alive again. Her flirtation with serious danger also (obviously) contributed to the suspense. While I am a slow reader because of the bazillion commitments I have going on, I still found myself trying to sneak in 20 minutes here and there to find out what happens next whenever I could.

The erotic pieces of the book fit in nicely with what was actually happening in the story and not a single sex scene felt gratuitous, which I personally found refreshing (let’s face it, erotica isn’t exactly known for its tastefulness as a general rule smiley Indifferent0027 ). I also give the author extra kudos for never going excessively blue with the language, proving that erotica can be hot without being trashy (I admittedly fail at this miserably – although I’m not exactly trying, either smiley Wink ). Miller does a superb job of making the powerful draw of the BDSM lifestyle an understandable one on an emotional level as opposed to merely creating a string of sexual scenarios that lack motivation. There's plenty of deviant steam here, but there is also an interesting, compelling story. And that is shizzle I can appreciate.

My only minor complaints with this book are a) that big ole miserable cliff hanger at the end (boooooo! I have to know NOW!), b) I’m a freak for back story so I wouldn’t have minded learning more about Angela as a person - her past, her prior relationship with her husband, etc., (I feel there was room for it, as it seemed like a pretty quick read) and c) Shandra’s writing style is so zen that on occasion I would have liked a touch more angst sprinkled in here and there (to be fair, I watch a ton of crime dramas and paranormal shows and I'm pretty hard to freak out at this point smiley Bang-1 ). The book overall percolates nicely with suspense from page one, has well written characters and scenes and keeps you just enough on the edge of your seat without crossing so far into icky-ville that you feel violated for having read it. If you enjoy a good thriller and you’re also considering dipping your toe into erotica for the first time, this is a great book for you. I highly recommend it and look forward to the sequel. Cuz SERIOUSLY with that damned cliffhanger, woman!  smiley Mad0235

A dark and steamy but still classy read. 
Four and a half out of five smooches!  smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss smiley Kiss 

Lethal Obsession is available now:   

Meet The Author:

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus -- yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

Follow Shandra: 

There you’ll find contests and giveaways, 
a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card 
and an e-copy of all of her published fiction! 

Monday, March 25, 2013

Man Candy Monday - Marlon Teixeira

"Mondays are hard." smiley Tongue

Marlon Teixeira 
(born September 16, 1991) 
is a Brazilian model from Santa Catarina. 
He is half Portuguese, 1/4 Amerindian and 1/4 Japanese...


SERIOUSLY??? *le sigh* ↓

(Click any image to get a better look)

Dear God. 


Come to mama. ↓

Please and thank you...

Oh no no no, honey...let me help you with that... ↓

Está delicioso, minha querida...

Why do they make you model clothing at all 
when you look like this in your birthday suit?
Just curious.

Clearly I found way too many AWESOMESAUCE pics 
of him to choose just a few. 
Hope you enjoyed...
would love to receive your comments!

♥ See you next Monday! ♥

Sunday, March 24, 2013

Sexy Sunday Guest Post by Hazel St. James - The G-Spot and A-Spot

My very first guest blogger, who also happens to be kicking off my new "Sexy Sunday" feature, is the delightful Hazel St. JamesShe is an erotic romance writer who tends to "write about BDSM relationships, though I do delve into some vanilla scenes as well." She's been very generous and helpful to me as a new author, so I am more than happy to have her christen my guest blog feature today.

So...don't believe there's a G-spot? Really don't believe there's an A-Spot? Hazel says otherwise...and those of us who write about it in our stories better be open to the possibility, huh? 

Take notes, kids! smiley Yes

For the adults, tonight’s lovemaking adventure will focus on the G-spot and A-spot orgasms.  What?  There is more than one spot?  Oh yeah honey, there are actually many erogenous spots inside your woman that you should explore, but tonight we will focus on just two.

A woman's G-spot (Grafenberg spot) is located anywhere from 1 to 3 inches inside her vagina, under her pubic bone.  Most men (and women!) say it is easy to find because the area feels different from the rest of the vaginal wall, almost like a lump.  You will know when you find it when she starts to squirm, wiggle and moan loudly.  But if you really want to know if you have found it, you can place your middle finger of your other hand on her perineum (the spot between her v-jay jay and rosette).  When you have found an erogenous spot, the perineum will tighten up quickly. 

Ok, back to g-spot orgasms.  Now that you have found the spot, back and forth stimulation will work just fine to put her over the brink.  Not too hard people!  You don't want to start a fire with friction in there!  Using two fingers, apply light pressure upward, moving in and out to stimulate the area against her pubic bone.  Add, a little tongue action on her clit and you'll have a very happy lady!

Now, on to the A-spot orgasm.  The A-spot (anterior fornix erogenous zone) is a little harder to find, but the results are sooo worth it.  The resulting orgasm is sometimes referred to as a gushing orgasm.  Woman feel like they have to pee when the sensations start.  Not all women can achieve a gushing orgasm.  I myself have not been able to successfully have one, but tonight we are going to follow these instructions and see what happens!  Now remember, these are just suggestions from a friend of mine that can stimulate a gushing orgasm for his partner.  This is not a text book explanation, please do not take it as such!

The A-spot is located further up inside the vagina, above the cervix.  It may be hard to reach since it is so deep.  Place both your pointer and middle finger inside her vagina, and pull back your thumb making a pseudo hitchhiking motion.  Now rotate your hand back and forth from the 9 o'clock and 3 o'clock positions, brushing her clitoris on the way by.  This motion is suppose to bring about the elusive a-spot/gushing orgasm.

Good luck and Happy Orgasms!


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Monday, March 18, 2013

Man Candy Monday - Ruben Cortada

"Mondays are hard."  smiley Tongue

Ah yes. Latin men. 
Latin men with freaky deaky eyes... 
Nuff said!

Meet the deeeeeeeee-lish Ruben Cortada:

(Click the collage for a better look)

Model slate. I don't know what he's saying exactly. 
But then again, I don't really care, either... smiley Wink

Come on back next week...there's no shortage of beautiful men to celebrate!