Tuesday, September 29, 2015

What's the meaning of all this?


Hi folks, how are you all doing this lovely fall day? I'd like to welcome you to another #wipitup Wednesday. Today I'm sharing a bit of backstory about Laynett and Amy and how they unwillingly became destined to eventually meet Landon. This excerpt takes place after Landon's interview with Amy. 


Amy got off the bus on the corner of Pleasure and Lousia street as usual and began the two block walk to her house. It wasn’t much to look at on the outside, but it was affordable on her salary. She’d be able to afford better if it were not for her sister, Laynett’s tab for Riveroaks mental hospital each month. The poor girl had been there since she was twelve years old with little to no signs of improvement.

She remembered the day it all started with vivid detail. They’d been down by the Mississippi river skipping stones when Laynett suddenly wigged out, going on and on about finding some book. A witches book with a twelve point star. She claimed it contained a spell that must be destroyed. A spell that would cause the rise of a blood-demon on All Hallows’ Eve, granting him permission to mate and bring forth a hybrid race of demons.

“The blood,” Laynett said, shivering. “He’s risen, mated, and his blood flows within the child. Amy,” her sister took her shoulders, her hands trembling, a deranged fear in her dark brown eyes, “we must find the book and destroy it before his turning. Please, you must help me.” 


“Lany, what’s wrong with you? Calm down, you're talking crazy!” Amy said, taking Laynett’s hands. They were cold, ice cold.

“No! You must listen. It’s true. The boy lives and we must destroy the book before his turning. If he mates there will be more.” Laynett began to weep more profusely, putting her hands to her face. “We can’t let that happen. We just can’t.”

No matter how hard Amy and her parents tried to calm her, Laynett just continued her constant babbling about the book, blood-demons, and a witch who she called Isabella.

“Mama, she’s with me. I have to help her find the book. We have to burn it.”

“Lany, calm down,” Diane, their mother soothed. “Who’s with you, child?”

“Isabella, the witch. She put her soul in me so I could help her. She placed the book with Madam Marie in her shop. You have to take me there mama, please,” Laynett begged over and over until their father got home.

When he heard her goings on and saw how she was acting, they all took a trip to Bourbon street to see Madam Marie at her voodoo shop. Marie claimed to be clairvoyant, but most people knew it was all just an act to attract business and lure tourists into buying something in her shop. At least that’s what she used to think.

The moment they walked into her shop—Marie, adorned in her silk scarves and big gold bangle bracelets—had rushed over to Laynett and laid her hands on the top of her head.

“Oh dear God, help us,” Marie said, pulling her hands back. “It’s gone. I sold it nearly five years ago. It could be anywhere by now.”


“No!” Laynett sobbed. “We have to find it before he turns.” 


Amy and her parents stood watching, shocked that Marie seemed to know and understand what Laynett was thinking before she’d even had a chance to explain.

“To find the book, we need a sample of the hybrid’s blood. His blood will lead us to the book, then we can destroy them both.”

“What is the meaning of all this?” Ryan, their father, demanded.


“Mr. Piers, your daughter is possessed by a dead witch,” Marie stated in a stiff matter-of-fact tone. “Isabella’s spirit is alive within Laynett’s soul and she will not rest until she finds and destroys the book. If it is destroyed before the hybrid demon turns all will be well. But if not,” the woman shook her head slowly, “once he breeds, all hope is lost and destroying the book will no longer matter.”
Turning her attention back to Laynett, she knelt and wrapped her arms around the girl. “I wish I could help you find him, but I can’t put myself in the middle of this fight.” She spoke addressing the witches spirit inside the girl. “You gave the demon passage, Bella, and you are the only one who can atone for your sin.”

“I don’t know where he is anymore. Vod sent him away when I sacrificed myself. Please, Marie, you must help me. My soul is trapped here until I make this right.” Laynett shook her head, taking a step back from the woman. “Look at the child who stands before you, sister. Do it for her.”

Marie stood, her eyes warm with sympathy as she took a few of Laynett’s long golden curls, pulling them through her fingers. “This is not my fight, sister. I can help you if you can find the book, but anything more than that and you know very well I will share your curse. I will not condemn my soul as you have done, Isabella. I’m sorry.”

“Stop calling her that,” Amy blurted, but her mother hushed her. 


“I sympathize with you and your family, Mr. Piers, but I cannot help your daughter anymore than I can help the spirit of the witch who now resides within her.”

Their father let out a frustrated sigh, asking Marie for advice about how to deal with his possessed daughter. Her only advice was “help her find the book.” 



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Tuesday, September 22, 2015

Not until she screamed

Hello and happy humpday to all. Are you ready to find out more about what's going on with our favorite blood-demon, Landon? 

I thought I'd continue with scene right after his interview with Amy Piers. He goes home to make a more in depth search for her address on his computer, but then gets a little side tracked. This is a shorter snippet, but as requested by Yellow last week, it's sexy and packs a punch.

Get a grip, dude, he chided. No matter how much you want her, she’s out of your league and you can’t have her anyway. At least not right now, but if it were true that he could eventually rid himself of this wretched curse…

He shouldn’t be thinking about her that way, but it couldn’t be helped. The woman simply mesmerized him. Not to mention his hormonal urges and sexual appetite had become heightened since his turning.
Prior to that night, he’d never consider tying a woman up, marking her body with lashes from a cane, watching her writhe and squirm under his command, listening to her cries of both pain and pleasure.

He pictured Amy bound before him, each strike to her supple flesh, causing her to shriek, her body to recoil. As he continued his sensual torture, she’d succumbed to the erotic pain, melting like butter as she begged for more. He imagined soothing each sting with an equally pleasurable response. A soft lick of his tongue over the welts while his skilled fingers delicately danced on her clit would have her pussy drooling, her mouth open and panting while she pumped her eager mound against them, fervently seeking penetration.

He refused to give her the satisfaction, no matter how much she pleaded for him to end the blissful torment, not until she screamed, cursing at him, calling him cruel. That’s when he’d put the cane down and take her from behind in a highly ruthless manner, thrusting into both her tight wet crevices. As she whimpered, he’d take a handful of her soft pale blonde hair and pull her head back, savoring the quivers and shudders of her body beneath his as she adjusted to the sensation of two cocks filling her.

He wouldn’t give her long before he began to take what he needed from her, using her heated sex and ass like an animal, rutting into her harshly, growling as he forced her to take him harder. “Landon!” She would scream as he made his final thrust, come expelling from both cocks in long hot bursts while a rumble rose from his chest, his fingers clutching her hair as he rode out the pleasure of release.
Landon opened his eyes, looking down at his still pulsating shafts, puddles of semen on his belly. He shouldn’t have played out his twisted new fantasies with Amy Piers as the star, but strangely after only one meeting, she consumed his thoughts.
 
Wiping off with his earlier discarded T-shirt next to him on the sofa, he got up, grabbed a bag of A negative from the fridge and headed for the shower. Later, he’d check out each of the addresses for the Piers listings and hopefully be able to find out which one might be Amy’s.


Well there you go, Yellow. Do you find this weeks snippet more to your liking?

Could have been longer, Mel. 

UGH! Some colors are just so hard to please. 
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Bad Kitty with Teresa Noelle Roberts

Hi Everyone. I have a new guest on my blog today. I'd like to introduce you to Teresa Noelle Roberts. She has a new release out about a very Bad Kitty. Let's check out the exciting Blurb.

When you make the Devil’s bargain, be prepared to take the heat. A lot of heat.
 
Most of cat-girl Xia’s early memories are repressed, thank the Great Cat Mother. But her body remembers how to kill.

The longer she and her fellow Malcolm crewmates are holed up on lawless Cibari hiding from assassins, the twitchier she gets—until the planet’s insanely sexy warlord, Rahal Mizyar, borrows her skills to take out slavers.

Rahal suspects Xia is his mate, but the human-raised female never learned the finer points of felinoid rituals. The solution: make her fall hard and fast for him, even if it means playing dirty.

Hired to determine if Xia is the long-missing granddaughter of the felinoid prime minister, Cal Janssen has finally tracked her down. Getting past Rahal, though, is a problem—until he’s mistaken for a notorious arms dealer and playboy. And he finds himself the object of both Rahal’s and Xia’s seduction.

When their first mission brings Xia’s memories bulleting back to the surface, she realizes she’s fallen for two men who don’t exist. Running away, however, could be her deadliest mistake.

Warning: Contains an assassin with a swiss cheese memory, a badass warlord who’s getting tired of his own con, and a freelance lawman. Secrets, lies, and hot sex with no rules.

Series blurb:
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!
In the 26th century, humans and numerous alien races share the galaxy. Technology has advanced massively. Old Earth is a vast preserve and museum, and humans have spread to the stars. But some things remain the same. Love, lust, and money motivate both humans and other sentient species. Politics can get ugly. And crime can pay very well indeed.

Meet the crew of the independent freighter Malcolm. They usually succeed in keeping things only a little bit illegal. But then a seemingly legit job goes supernova—and they’re on the run, hiding from assassins, a planetary government, and their own dark pasts.

It’s the perfect time to fall in love!


How about a sexy excerpt?

(cat-boy and cat-girl in action):

“Let’s put it this way. You agree to my offer, you get me. Any way you want, for as long as you want.”

“I’m not sure it counts as a good bribe,” Rahal said. “I’m all in for sexytimes with you, don’t get me wrong. But you’ve flat out said you’d sleep with me, so I’ll need more than that to consider it a bargain, not just a good time between two people who want each other already.”
Time for a careless shrug and studying her nails nonchalantly. “I never sleep with anyone. Never spend the night. But I will with you if you want. And, yeah, I was going to sex you once. No one ever gets more than once, even if they’re as good as you probably think you are. But you’ll get me all you want if you let Mik and Gan off the hook. No limits.” Then she narrowed her eyes. “If you say no, I’m out the door and you will never touch me again. But if any harm comes to my fathers because of this little plot of yours, I’ll be the one doing the touching.”

“In a life-ending sort of way?”

“In a life-ending sort of way. When you least expect it. I don’t care how tough you are or how good your bodyguards are. Sooner or later, you’ll slip up and I’ll be there.” Not an empty threat, she realized. He was good. He was probably way better than she was. But if he harmed her family, he was dead.

Rahal laughed. It sounded menacing, but mischievous, and definitely erotic. It made her shiver with lust right down to the tip of her tail. She hoped she wouldn’t have to cut off her chance to taste more of the beautiful body she’d enjoyed.

“You are so sexy, Xia. Hot and evil and good at the same time, and good’s something I don’t see enough of. You make death threats seem like the most erotic thing ever. I’ve had plenty and, trust me, they don’t usually affect me that way. So I’ll take you up on this, make you the face of my campaign to stop child abuse and slavery. Leave your dads out of it. In exchange, you’ll share my bed every night for as long as I find it entertaining. Which might be a long time.”

A cold lump formed in her stomach at the words share my bed, but she’d find a way to deal. After all, she’d just told him her deep, dark secret, that she’d been a slave herself. And maybe he’d wear her out so much she wouldn’t be able to find the dark place, so he wouldn’t hear her whimper. “Deal,” she said, extending her hand.

He shook her hand. “Deal. But I can think of better ways to formalize it than a handshake.”

She tried to keep her cool. She really did. But what came out of her mouth was “Great stars, yes. Here. Now.”

“Hands and knees.” His voice deepened to a rumbling, prurient purr. When she didn’t drop quickly enough for his taste, he gave her a little shove.

She didn’t stumble and she figured he didn’t expect her to. Balance was too well ingrained in their species, an instinct that, even spending most of her life among clumsy species like humans and Furagi couldn’t dim. Instead of an awkward fall, she used the energy of his push to spring to the ground, landing on all fours. She looked back over her shoulder, arched the long length of her spine and bared her fangs at Rahal in challenge. Her tiny wrap skirt and halter wouldn’t be in the way, but she untied a few knots and let them fall to the floor.

Naked was better.

She crouched lower on her hands, raising her now-naked ass in the air, spread her legs wider to show off her wet sex then curved her tail high and to one side. Without even thinking about it, she growled deep in her throat.

He slithered out of his pants. Then he pounced, a graceful, lithe movement that ended with her as trapped as any prey she’d ever caught, his teeth at the back of her neck. “Mine,” he chortled. “Mine, mine, mine.” His voice went singsong.




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Friday, September 18, 2015

The Ties That Bind. C.P. Mandara

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Hi there Everyone! I have something super exciting to share with you today. Christina Mandara's newest Pony Tales release. 'The Ties That Bind'. I've been following this story since it was in it's early stages on her blog and I'm elated that it's now unleashed for all of us to read start to finish, non-stop.
Okay, maybe a couple little breaks for ice water, or those wandering fingers, because this one is utterly over-the-top Hot, hot, hot!
Then again, I think everything I've ever read by C.P. has been wickedly scrumptious.

So what's new in the latest installment of Pony Tales?

Imaginative Bondage - Jenny is about to find herself centre stage in Leyland Forbes palatial mansion as he works to entertain his guests in what will be the BDSM party of the century. She will find herself sprayed up in body paint and forming part of a moving exhibition - a carousel - before being dipped several feet underwater for experimental underwater games.

  Marianna and the 'No Panties' rule - What happened to Marianna after we left her in Atlantisse? Well, she's about to feature as a human dessert plate for the entertainment of Mark Matthews and a few others, besides. Then, when she arrives back at the office, she will have to face her 'no panties' punishment - which involves her walking around the office with... yes, you've guessed it... her panties around her ankles.

  Mark and Jenny - Finally some alone time for Mark and Jenny! Lots of shocking, naughty games ensue and she'll have a rather intimate experience with a shot glass.  A safe word will be chosen and Mark will do all he can to make sure that it is uttered before the evening comes to a close.

  Redcliff - This man wants to watch Mark squirm, and preferably at his feet. The tactics he will employ to make sure that will happen are going to make your eyes water!
AN EXCERPT

First the Blurb:
Will Mark Matthews accept Redcliff's terms for his daughter's release, surrendering both body and mind to the enemy? Petal's sanity depends upon the fact, for in the sixth and final book of the Pony Tales she is to discover that the fate in store for her at Albrecht is not a pretty one. Shipped off to Leyland Forbes in a steel cage, the pony-girl will have to endure all sorts of imaginative bondage and BDSM at his palatial manor, as her body is photographed intimately by several of the world's top photographers. As the day progresses she will find herself taken out to dinner in chains, before being cleverly and expertly divested of her virginity. Trouble awaits when she returns to the stables, however. One of the trainers has taken a monstrous dislike to her and intends to prove his superiority, both in the dungeon and beyond. Escape for Jenny is beginning to seem like an impossible dream...

Now an Excerpt:
“How are you going to get that out again? You can suck it out, surely?” Jenny opened one eye at him and gave him a nasty look.

“We’ll have to hope, for your sake, that I can. Otherwise I’ll be searching the apartment up and down for a straw, and then I might get distracted and feel the need to blow bubbles.”

She gave a horrified shudder beneath him, but then his mouth was upon her and it was all about pleasure. He flipped the stereo on with his spare hand and the shuffle function found the ‘Flower duet,’ from the opera ‘LakmĂ©’ which usually reminded him of the British Airways commercial, but tonight he had other things on his mind. It was a strangely appropriate piece, but he hadn’t the time to consider the intricacies of opera at the moment. He was focused. He had his goal in sight and he was nothing if not an overachiever.

He suckled, tongued, stroked and slurped. Light trickles of Sambuca ran into his mouth, flavoured with her unique, spicy essence that made the subtle hint of elderflower and the strong tang of liquorice seem like nectar from the Gods. Speaking of Gods, she tasted heavenly. Earthy, musky, flowery, and there was a hint of sweetness he couldn’t quite put his finger on. She seemed to have a particular scent and taste that drove him wild, and tonight, he intended to indulge himself. She wouldn’t be getting a sip of this particular vintage. This was all for him and he savoured each drop. When her thighs began trembling beneath his hands, he increased the suction of his mouth and captured her clit. In a few artful flicks, he had her screaming and then he could wait no longer. He was inside her. With long, tortured thrusts of urgency, he finally found solace within her body. She squeezed him tightly, somehow remembering what she had been taught and as he ran his fingers up and down her body, caressing and stroking her arms, breasts and thighs, he lost himself. One moment he was a sensible, control-freak style dominant and in the next he was a rutting beast. He needed to pull himself back and rein it in, or this session would not end as planned.

Pulling out of Jennifer Redcliff’s body was one of the hardest things he had ever done. Considering how long it had taken him to immerse himself inside it, it was hardly surprising. Breathing hard, he withdrew his aching cock, and it was clear she felt the same way for her body tried desperately hard to hold on to him. “They’ve taught you well, I see,” he said with a sardonic smile, as he finally gathered his breath back.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“I’m that good, huh?”

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Just in case your curious here's a little bit about Christina Mandara:

Christina Mandara was born in the UK, but has spent most of her life traveling the world. She speaks three languages and has been chiefly employed in the fields of finance and travel. Her favourite city is Sydney and her favourite holiday destination is the south of France.

She loves keeping fit and enjoys running, cycling and water sports. No, not those kinds of water sports; think surfing or sailing. That doesn’t mean that she doesn’t enjoy BDSM in all of its glorious forms, be that pony girls, bondage, edge play, orgasm denial or a damn good spanking. Her favourite item in the toy closet (a box simply isn’t big enough) is her riding crop.

In her spare time she’s usually cuddled up with a good book, exploring the countryside or baking in the kitchen. In fact, she loves her kitchen so much she’s one of few woman who wouldn’t mind being tied to it! Her first and foremost love is writing, however, and more often than not you’ll find her on a laptop spinning tales of romance, erotica or dark, paranormal fantasies.

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Tuesday, September 15, 2015

You can't find better gumbo anywhere else

Hey there folks, how are you all doing on this lovely wipitup Wednesday? I'm sorry I missed posting last week, I was eyeballs deep in editing Deceptive Desires, (title tentative). You'll be happy to know it's been sent to the publishers and will hopefully release right around Halloween. 

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Can we just get to the snippet, Mel. I'm curious what this gumbo business is all about. 

Yellow, your such an impatient Imp, sheesh! 
Just to set the stage so to speak. Last time we left off with Landon having fought a bunch of vile smelling vamps. His mothers spirit appeared to him and told him to go to New Orleans in search of Laynett Piers and a woman name Marie. Let's see what happens now that Landon's made it to New Orleans. 

“Good afternoon, Ms. Piers. I’m Landon Reed, here for the interview.” When she looked up from her desk, he was met with the most amazing pair of eyes he’d ever seen. He wasn’t even sure what color he would call them. They looked almost the color of honey, but with flecks of emerald green in them.

“Mr. Reed.” She smiled, studying him for a moment. “Please come in and have a seat,” she said, gesturing to the chair in front of her desk.


Damn, if she wasn’t the most striking woman he’d ever seen. Her hair looked like spun silk, short, a bit wavy as it tapered beneath her ears. Her soft, creamy complexion and petite frame made his cocks stir uncontrollably in his pants. She looked like Reese Witherspoon, Charliez Theron, and Kate Winslet all rolled into one very enticing package. Her beige satin blouse lay open in the front just enough to expose a hint of her small breasts and although he couldn’t see much of her bottom half, he imagined it to be just as fine as the rest of her.

“Thank you,” he said, while pulling the chair out to allow himself some leg room.  As he sat down, he gave her his most dazzling smile, but she probably didn’t notice as she leafed through the stack of applications on her desk.

“I see your from West Virginia. What’s brought you all the way to New Orleans?” she asked without looking up from the application she held in her hands.

“I visited once with my parents and have always wanted to come back. I think it’s an exciting place to live and you can’t find better gumbo anywhere else.” Ugh, what a lame answer.

Her dazzling eyes peeked up at him for a moment, then back to the paper. “Are you enrolled in college, or plan to be?” A slender hand reached over a few inches to grab a pen, French tips on her nails. His eyes followed her fingers as she brought the pen to her notepad, tapping on it.

“Not at this time,” he said, noticing she appeared to be studying him again.

“What experience do you have with customer relations?”

“I worked a couple of summers as a clerk in a gas station.” He didn’t stand a chance. She was looking for someone with previous experience, someone who knew the ins and outs of a ritzy hotel business. “I realize I may not have as much experience as you’d like, but I learn fast and take pride in doing my job well.”

“How well do you think you’d tolerate the graveyard shift?”

“I can adjust to any schedule you need me for. The bottom line for me, is that I need a job. I’ve applied for every help wanted ad I could find despite my age or lack of experience. I’m a hard worker and if you give me half a chance, I promise to prove that to you.” Geez, now it sounded like he was begging.

A stiff smile encased her lips. “The graveyard shift is a lonely job. Should you be considered for employment with us, you’ll be spending your nights alone. You’d train on the day shift under Janelle, but after that, aside from the security guards you’d be on your own and expected to stay busy. Are you familiar with computers?”

“I feel I have sufficient knowledge when it comes to computers.”
She scribbled something on her notepad and then wrote something on the top of his application. “Do you have any questions for me?”

Tons, but none related to the job he was being considered for. “Yes, ma’am. Is this a full time position, and will it require me to work weekends or overtime?”

“The schedule is Monday thru Friday, forty hours a week. Although, in the event our weekend employee cannot for whatever reason make their shift we would ask that you be available to cover for them on short notice. Does that present a problem for you?” she asked, putting the pen down and clasping her hands over the notepad.

“Oh no. Not at all, I was just wondering.” He gave her a modest smile, trying hard to keep his eyes from veering to her breasts.

“Thank you for your time, Landon. I’ll be in touch should our team decide you’re the best candidate for the job. If you don’t hear from me sometime next week it means you were not considered at this time, but we’ll keep your application on file for up to one year.” She stood as she finished her words, offering to shake his hand. Landon could tell by the dismissive look in her eyes, she had already crossed him off the list.

“Thank you for the opportunity.” He took her hand, shaking it lightly. The mild scent of her perfume waft under his nose, sending signals to his groin he fought to control. “I look forward to hearing back from you and if considered for the position I can assure, you won’t be disappointed.” Releasing her hand, he gave her his best smile. “It was very nice meeting you, Ms Piers.” With that, he turned, positioned his chair back to its original place and proceeded to leave.

“Nice meeting you too.” she called after him just as he stepped out into the hallway.

He paused, and looked back at her, giving her an appreciative nod and smile, then continued on his way. He didn’t hold high hopes as far as the job was concerned, but at least he had a possible lead that may help him with his search for Laynett.


Geez Mel, where's the romance in that excerpt, where's the erotic, errrmmm... where's the freaking sexy bits? 

Stop complaining Yellow, sometimes you have to share pieces of the plot so people know what's going on. If I only share the sexy bits, I'll be out of material before the book comes out. We can't have that now can we? 

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Saturday, September 12, 2015

I wanna do bad things to you. #Scintillating Sunday

Hello and happy Sunday Everyone. Grab yourself a cup of joe, a martini or a big glass of ice water to kill that hang-over and have a seat for some Scintillating Sunday fun. 

What's Scintillating Sunday, Mel? 

It's a new blog hop that I just found out about. You know how I love blog hops. So buckle up folks, I have eight -or thereabouts- paragraphs from Claiming Crystal to share with you today.

 After D gave her the water, he headed downstairs for a good workout before bed. He needed something to expel the tension. Miss Crystal Harman had not turned out to be the curious newbie Ivy had asked to bring along. Normally those newly interested asked questions, flirted at least a little, and didn’t faint when he turned on his dom-like charm. Ivy had said she was a sapling. More like a seed, he thought, pulling his turtleneck over his head, the scent of her Shalimar catching his nose. Good choice, smells like vanilla, maybe it was supposed to be some form of a subtle hint?

Kicking off his boots and pants, he grabbed a pair of shorts and a towel from the cabinet and headed to the bench. He’d start with a set of presses, crunches in between, and then finish off with the treadmill. If he still wasn’t spent, he’d rub one out in the shower upstairs while thinking of those slender thighs, scrumptious ass, firm ripe breasts, and all that gorgeous red hair. It felt like strands of silk between his fingers; he could only imagine what a handful of it would feel like in his fist as he pulled her head back, looked into her dazzling, sapphire blue eyes, and kissed her like she’d never been kissed before.

He thought they’d broken the ice after the way she’d warmed up in his arms before dinner, but after, when she sat in his lap she couldn’t have been more stiff or frigid. He caught her reaction during Salina’s outburst. She looked worried, her eyes drifting around the table to see if anyone else appeared to be as concerned as she was. He thought for sure she’d have some questions about Ivy being collared, or at least have more of a reaction when she held up the butt plug. The girl was hard to read, that’s for sure. Maybe it had something to do with her medication. When she fainted, it was because she hadn’t taken it and she woke soft and vulnerable in his arms, accepting his touch and embracing it. Assuming she had probably taken it before dinner, perhaps that was why she’d seemed so impenetrable. Every time he tried to catch her eye, or brush his arm against her softly, she’d shyly pulled away, refusing any and all eye contact. Although maybe it had something to do with her and Ivy’s little chat on the patio.

Hell if he knew. He wasn’t used to dealing with mixed signals, which is what she was sending when she asked to stay, instead of going to the guesthouse. Although, he supposed, her explanation did make a fair degree of sense. He wondered if she was sleeping yet. What did she wear to bed? His mind drifted as he thought about her dressed in a little white g-string, four-inch heels, and a lacy white bra. He pictured himself carrying her soft little body up the stairs, laying her in his bed ever so softly, watching as she settled. Then he’d slowly and carefully tie a soft silky restraint to each wrist, attaching the ends to the clips on his mirrored headboard. She’d stir, but he would hush her with a soft kiss, stroking the pad of his thumb over a nipple. He wanted to know if she was smooth or if he might find a soft, silky patch of coppery curls beneath the scrap of material covering her pussy.

Fuck! He was hard. Crunches with a hard-on could result in permanent eye injury. Instead of going to the treadmill like his brain told him to, he went to his pants pocket, retrieving his cell phone. He pulled up her number, which Ivy had given him earlier.

Comfy?

His phone beeped, confirming the text had sent. He waited, wondering if maybe she was already sleeping. The phone chimed, an incoming message.

Who is this?

Ha! Duh! She didn’t know his number.

The man downstairs.

A long moment passed and he started to wonder if maybe he’d scared her. He began to type a text and his phone chimed.

That would make you the devil.

He grinned. “Oh, yes, little girl, I wanna do all sorts of bad things with you.”


So that's it for me this week. I hope you enjoyed my 8 -or thereabouts- paragraphs and I hope to see you all next week. 
If you want more of Claiming Crystal I've left some links below and thank you all for visiting me on this sexy, Scintillating Sunday. 

Amazon
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 All Romance
 Kobo 

Friday, September 4, 2015

The Ways of the West with Kelly Dawson

Hi folks, I'd like to introduce you to a sweet, sassy and sexy friend of mine, Kelly Dawson. We're here talking about her new release The Ways of the West. A handsomely rugged cowboy named Johnny-who has no qualms about spanking- meets with Jessica, a spirited city girl who doesn't exactly know what shes in for when she finds herself tragically alone out on the wide open trails.

Come on in and have a seat, Kelly. Don't mind the clutter, Yellow's been slacking off a bit around here lately.


Maybe you should tell people why I've been slacking, Mel!


I'm afraid that might embarrass you more than me, Yellow. Now be good or I won't let you ask Kelly your question.

So, back to you Kelly, is there anything I can have Yellow bring for you while we visit and talk about your hot new release? Coffee? Tea? Tequila?


Kelly: LOL, no Mel, I've brought a bottle of water with me, I'm good.


Mel: Okay, let's start off with a few questions. How do you feel about being a romance author and where do you find your best sources of inspiration?


Kelly: Being a romance author is a dream come true for me! I find inspiration everywhere – a scene from a movie might spark an idea, news articles … real life … my over-active imagination is always working, turning life into stories.


Mel: What’s the best advice you’ve been given so far about your writing?

Kelly: Just keep writing, and don't give up.

Mel: I couldn't agree more. ☺ Do you ever find yourself calling friends or family members by your characters' names?

Kelly: Not so far, but I do talk to my characters out loud sometimes, in front of friends and family.

Yellow: Is it my turn yet, Mel? I have a great question for Kelly.

Mel: Okay, Yellow, is it in good taste?


Yellow: Actually, Mel, it is. Kelly, if you and Mel were having lunch at Olive Garden and Mel started drinking her soup right from the bowl, what would you do?

Kelly: Ha-ha-ha! I'd pick up my soup bowl and join her! I’ve always wanted to display really bad manners in public and that would be the perfect excuse!

Har-Har, Yellow, Har-Har!

Mel: Let's move onto Johnny and Jessica. What scrumptious little teaser did you bring with you today, Kelly.

Kelly: Glad you asked Mel. I think you're gonna like this one.

She felt a hand on her shoulder, then Johnny was in front of her, wrapping his arms around her, bringing her in close to his broad chest. She could feel the roughness of his vest brushing against her cheek and she pressed her face up against him seeking what little comfort he offered. “I should be dead too!” she sobbed, her voice muffled by Johnny’s shirt. “If I hadn’t argued with father and walked out of camp, I would be dead!”
“Shhhh,” Johnny whispered, rubbing her back gently.
“My last words to my father were angry ones,” she cried. “We argued over some work he thought I should be doing, even though I was ill he thought I should be working. I resented being forced into working so hard by being out on the trail. I reminded him that I’d never wanted to come out here, that I’d been happy in Boston, had suitors courting me… he threatened to take a strap to me.” She choked on a sob. It had been years since her father had taken a strap to her, even since he’d threatened to do it – that’s why she had ignored his threat and continued storming out of camp – the action that had ultimately saved her life.
“I know,” Johnny said softly.
“You know?” she asked in horror, embarrassed. “You heard father threaten me and treat me like a child?”
Johnny nodded. “I did.”
Jessica groaned, burying her face against Johnny’s shirt again. “I want to die,” she whispered, her words barely audible.
But Johnny heard them. “What an awful thing to say!” he scolded. “The good Lord spared you for a reason, you should be grateful!” He pulled her back off his chest so he could look into her eyes, shaking her gently. “I don’t want to hear any more of that talk!”
“It’s easy for you to say,” Jessica sniffed. “You’re not all alone in the wilderness with absolutely nothing.”
“Neither are you,” Johnny pointed out. “You’re not alone, you’ve got me.”    “And why would you be interested in letting me tag along with you? I’ve got nothing. No clothes, no money, no food, no water, not even a horse. I’ll just be a hindrance to you. Just go. Go, and leave me here to die.”    Johnny shook her again. “You listen here little lady or I’ll take you across my knee and tan your britches like your daddy shoulda done,” he growled. “I’m not leaving you here to die, you’re coming with me. I’ll take care of you. I’ll protect you. My mama raised me better than to leave a beautiful lady alone in the wilderness.”
“How dare you!” Jessica exclaimed, outraged, her grief forgotten for the moment.

“How dare I what?” Johnny chuckled. “Take care of you?”    Jessica wrestled out of his grasp and stood away from him, staring up at him, her hands on her hips. “No! Threatening to spank me!” she clarified angrily.    Johnny chuckled again. “You behave yourself and you won’t have nothing to worry about. I’m a man of my word. As I said, I’ll take care of you. But if I think you deserve it, I won’t hesitate to tan your backside. That’s the way I was raised, and just the kind of man I am.”

That's certainly telling it like it is. Oh if only more men were like Johnny! Buy links, Kelly, where are the buy links?

Um, don't you want the blurb first, Mel?

Oh yeah, the blurb... but, honestly, Johnny had me at "You're coming with me. I'll take care of you. I'll protect you" I just love a take charge kind of man.


The blurb...

Orphaned by an attack on her family’s wagon train, Jessica finds herself stranded a thousand miles from Boston, the only home she has ever known. Only one man—a rough, dusty cowboy named Johnny—stands between her and the perils of the west, and he quickly makes it clear that he is ready to do whatever needs to be done to keep Jessica safe, whether she likes it or not.

When the unlikely pair stumble upon a cattle drive and they are both offered employment, Johnny doesn’t hesitate to accept. But after Jessica loudly expresses her disdain for his plan and for cowboys in general, Johnny decides it is time for drastic action. After a hard, embarrassing spanking followed by a tearful apology to the trail boss, Jessica is left with a sore backside and a strange yet undeniably powerful need to be held close and comforted by her handsome protector.

With Johnny by her side—and claiming an ever bigger place in her heart with each passing day—Jessica begins to adjust to life on the trail. But a cattle drive is a dangerous place for anyone, let alone a city girl with a penchant for disobedience. If he ever wants the chance to make Jessica his wife, Johnny knows he’s going to have to take her firmly in hand before she gets herself hurt or killed. Even if it means a painful, humiliating bare-bottom strapping she’ll never forget, one way or another he’ll teach her the ways of the west.


Okay, now where can we get our hands on this delightful little morsel?

Amazon Barns and Noble All Romance and Kobo

Kelly before you go finish this sentence. I will stop writing when...

Kelly: I die. I’ve been writing since I was old enough to hold a pen (spanking stories, in the back of colouring books – my poor mother nearly died of fright! She’s an avid reader of my blog now.) I can’t see myself stopping anytime soon.

Oh goodness, I'd love to take a gander at some of your old coloring books. ~grins~

Where else can folks find you?
Google Amazon Pintrest Twitter Facebook Kelly's blog and Goodreads 

Thanks for stopping by folks. I hope you all have a wondrous weekend and enjoy Kelly's newest book.

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

What's that smell?

Hi Everyone and Happy Hump-day. Can you smell the scent of fall in the air yet? I know I can and although I do love how beautiful this season is, I am certainly not looking forward to the cold, or that word I shall not say that begins with S, and no, I do not mean spanking. 

You mean Snow, right Mel? 

Now, you've done it, Yellow. Where's Brutus? Oh, Brutus.... will you please escort Yellow to the dungeon to await punishment? 


I'm on it, Mel... 

Thanks. Now maybe we can get on with this weeks #Wipitup snippet. 

I'm going to pick up from where I left off last time with Deceptive Desires. (Title tentative)  I'm pleased to announce that I have finished the story and it is currently with my beta readers for final approval before I whisk it off to the publishers.  
So last time Landon was faced with Mellisa's desperate attempts to get him to spend some time with her. Some alone time, that is. But naturally we all know that's something he dare not do. As young and pretty as she is, he simply cannot risk the temptation. And thus he takes the pouty girl home wanting to further investigate the odd smell he picked up on earlier. Here's the snippet! 

Letting out a long tired sigh, he drove home with the windows down trying to catch the scent that he’d picked up on earlier. As he turned onto the long gravel driveway to the cabin he finally noticed it again, the smell of something dead. When he parked the truck and got out, the smell became stronger. Having a pretty good idea what it was now, he scanned the vicinity, looking as far beyond the pine hedges bordering the property as he could, when finally he caught just the barest glimpse of movement.

“You might as well come out and show yourself. I can smell your stench a mile away!” he called into the night. Suddenly he felt a rush of air behind him, the stench nearly making him gag as the eerie voice of a female laugh rang through his ears. He spun around swiftly hoping to see who she was, but all he caught was a trace of where she’d gone, back into the pines. “Stop with your silly games, and show yourself,” he yelled.

Suddenly the air swirled briskly around him and dark images began to appear as if materializing right before his eyes. Moments later he realized he was surrounded by at least a dozen of them. “Vampires!” he growled. “So you have finally found me have you?”
“Submit willingly blood-demon and we will make your death as quick and painless as possible,” someone with a British accent called from behind him.

He turned to see a tall man, dressed to the nines in some old fashion frilly suit, a black cloak draped over his shoulders. Landon couldn’t help laughing at the very sight of him, and for that matter the rest of them looked rather funny as well. “Did you guys jump straight out of the eighteenth century or something?”


Instantly the tall man was on him, a firm bony hand wrapped tightly around his throat. His black eyes glistening in the faint of the moon. “Do you agree to join us son of Vod, or shall we drink you slowly and rejoice in your suffering?”

A smile spread across Landon’s lips as he took hold of the hand around his throat and squeezed it harshly until he heard it break. The vampire didn’t even flinch, but he could see the pain it caused in his eyes. “The only thing I am going to agree to here tonight is that your kind leaves me the fuck alone permanently. I would not join you if my life depended on it. You stink and smell of rotting corpses, because that is exactly what you are. Leave now and spread the word that I am to be left alone. If you do not, and you keep sending more of your kind to kill me, I will make it my new goal to rid each and every one of you smelly mother fuckers from the face of the Earth.” He dropped the mans hand, shoving him away from him.

A deep laugh came from another of them, a beefy man with a glow of red already in his eyes and claws protruding from his fingertips. “You seem not to notice you are outnumbered here, foolish boy. Not to mention we are as immortal as you.”

The man lunged at him as he spoke and Landon engaged him effortlessly, allowing his demon side to emerge. It took less than a minute to shred the man, pulling him apart, limb from limb, and with a final blow, sent his still screaming head more than twenty feet from his tattered body.

“Apparently you're not as immortal as me. Who’s next?” He looked at the fear in the eyes of those still surrounding him when suddenly he felt the burn of fangs sink deep into the back of his neck.

Fuck!

It felt like some kind of poison was being injected into his blood stream. Reaching back with both hands, he pulled the female vampire off him, hurling her body hard to the ground at the feet of another vampire. “You are the fools,” he growled, his voice deep. “There are not enough of you to take me down. Either we make an agreement here tonight and you bastards leave me live in peace, or I will find and destroy every last vampire in existence. And might I remind you, I am not limited to the darkness. I can smell your kind from miles away. How easy do you think it will be for me to find and stake you where you sleep?”

“He has chosen to resist.” A thick man with blonde hair spoke. “You all know what to do!”

The eleven that were left all advanced on him at the same time. All of them trying to sink fangs into his skin, some of them succeeding, injecting liquid fire into his veins that caused the demon in him to howl and lose control. Landon’s strength far outweighed theirs and although the task proved tiring, it wasn’t long before he prevailed. Body parts and severed heads lying about him in every direction, the stench even more unbearable.

Sinking to his knee’s in his torn and tattered clothes he put his head in his hands and wept like a child. How many more would come? And how many could he handle at one time before he found himself in their clutches striving to drain his life and make him one of their own.
“Maybe it would be easier to just give in and let them turn me.”

“Landon, you must not give up. Your heart is pure and your soul is reachable. You have forsaken that which you were bred for and in God’s eyes it is good. Stay strong my son, fight the good fight and your rewards will be rich in the heavens.”

As he pulled his hands from his face, he saw an apparition of his mother standing before him. She looked just as he remembered her at ten years old. Her long silken red hair and her sparkling blue eyes, the same slightly crooked smile.

“Mother?” he asked, his arms dropping to his sides. She smelled of warm honeysuckle and fresh dew. “How can this be?”

“Do not worry about how. You have proven that you do not support your father’s ways.” Bringing her hands close, she cupped them around his face and knelt along with him. “There is good in your heart. The goodness I prayed for day and night until my untimely death by Isabella. Your soul can be saved, Landon, but you must listen carefully now.”

“Yes, Mother, I’m listening,” he whispered, placing his hands over hers, happy when they felt almost solid beneath his.

“You must go to a woman named Laynett Piers and confess to her what you are. She will lead you to a white witch named Marie. Both will lay their hands on you and search into your soul. They will see your past and help you reinvent your future, thus removing the curse your father has laid upon you.”
 
Tears streamed down Landon’s face as he nodded in agreement. “Where will I find these women?”

“In New Orleans. I cannot tell you exactly where, but once you are there your heart will guide you to Laynett, but you must be careful. You are being hunted by more than just vampires.” Leaning forward, she placed a kiss on his forehead and slowly disappeared.

“Wait! What do you mean? Who else is hunting me and why?”

“Evil cannot reside in the light. There are many who wish to bring you into the darkness. Satan’s best tool is deception, and you will be tempted to breed. Seductive women will tempt you, taunt you, and tell you lies, but you must stay pure. Do not give in, the pleasure is momentary and you will forfeit your soul to the devil for all eternity.  Be strong, son, guard your soul and keep it pure, only then will you prevail.”

The faint sound of his mother’s voice ebbed away, leaving Landon alone and confused.


That's all I've got for now, folks. Thank you all for stopping by today and if your still hungry there's still plenty of excerpts and snippets on the buffet below just waiting for you to feast on.