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Loose Id have agreed to 31 Flavors of Kink as a working title. I'm thinking that's unlikely to change, but I can't be sure. Release date is July 3rd 2012!
Yay! So for all those who asked me, that's the word at the moment. We are doing some edits to clear up some misconceptions that some readers had about the original story. But it will be substantially the same as far as I can tell at the moment.
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 Starting today! Come say hello if you can and learn about our book and read some excerpts! 3/1 - Interview and Giveaway @ Close Encounters of the Night Kind 3/5 - Guest post @ Tamaria Soana 3/8 - Character interview @ Sara Trimble 3/9 - Interview @ Sexxy Blogger 3/12 - Guest post @ C.S.Maxwell 3/14 - Interview @ Mike Woody 3/15 - Guest blog @ Books-n-Kisses 3/19 - Interview @ You Gotta Read 3/20 - Book spotlight @ Marlene Sanchez 3/22 - Character interview @ Sexxy Blogger 3/25 - Guest post @ W.Lynn Chantale 3/27 - Interview @ Ella Jade 3/28 - Guest post @ Galadra Inn Books  If you're curious about our true life BDSM tale now's the time to grab it. The price has dropped already and will end sometime on Monday. http://www.amazon.com/31-Flavors-ebook/dp/B0077T6BWS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1329002043&sr=1-1 Great reviews on Goodreads and elsewhere. Check my sample page under the Home tab and under my published books tab. What happens when you finally get the courage to tell your husband you crave spanking and bondage? A story based on the true story of a close friend. Oh, and our little website we made that's devoted to the book. Here's the link. http://thirtyoneflavors.weebly.com/
Leia and I are over at Bonafide Reflections giving away stuff. What stuff you may well ask? A $15 gift certificate from Amazon, fuzzy pink handcuffs, and Godiva chocolates! Wow. I might go in the draw too. Sexy Confessions from Two Romance Authors -- that's Leia Shaw and me. Only I fibbed and confessed zero, nought , nuffin. Because I'm a clean-living girl. Leia, on the other hand, spilled her guts and oh my, the things that woman has done. I'm joking, slightly ;) http://www.bona-fide-reflections.com/ To end on a serious note. Stephanie, one of the early readers of 31 Flavors has sent us this beautiful comment. I just finished 31 flavors and I just wanted to say that I loved it. In a way it was kind of hard for me to read because it so closely mirrors what the last year of my life has been like. I cried my eyes out when she was drunk and said she was sorry that she was so broken..I can't tell you how many times I have felt like that. The anxiety, tears, and struggle in the book was balanced with wonderful humor and such love. It was fabulous! Thank you both for writing such a great story. :) *** Only $2.99 at Amazon also at All Romance Ebooks and at Smashwords
 Here's my Six Sentence Sunday from 31 Flavors.
This book is an m/f erotic romance based on the true story of Sidney and Nick. Out now from Amazon and Smashwords. The below scene happens after they've had their first tentative adventure with BDSM. Sid texts Nick and gets a little more than she expects in his reply. ****** I want more of last night and this time don’t be such a wimp with the belt. You hit like a girl. I grin at my audacity. He doesn’t respond for quite a while and I worry I’ve gone too far then half an hour later, my text alert beeps. A girl, huh? Just remember you asked for it. ****** Buylinks: AMAZON SMASHWORDS ALL ROMANCE EBOOKS Thanks for stopping by to read my Six. Each week, the new listing of Six Sentence Sunday (SSS) blogs goes live at 9 a.m. EST Sunday. This is a great way to find new authors to follow or read or to get exposure for your own writing! For a list of this week's participants in the SSS blog tour, go to http://www.sixsunday.com/. Also find it by searching for #sixsunday on Twitter! If you have a Twitter account, and participate, you can add the hashtag #sixsunday to your tweets when you tweet a link to your Six Sentence Sunday post. Fun and simple! 
A beautifully written and thought-provoking review of my book, 31 Flavors. Awarded Recommended read. I'm so happy to see that this book is reaching out to readers in an inspiring way. It's a book that's close to my heart too. Guilty Pleasures Book Review "Based on a true story, 31 Flavors delves into the lives of two real people discovering how BDSM fits into their lives. It’s serious, funny, sad, and HOT all wrapped up in a wonderful story with very relatable characters." http://www.guiltypleasuresbookreviews.com/2012/02/angelines-review-31-flavors-by-leia.html There's a great review on Forbidden Bookshelf also. "This is not your everyday book that brings the reader into a fantasy. This book is one that makes you think as you enjoy the ride. Two ordinary people on a sexual journey, finding their way and themselves through experimentation and love." http://theforbiddenbookshelf.net/review-31-flavors-by-leia-shaw-and-cari-silverwood 
Go take a look at the website of 31 Flavors. We aimed to inform, amuse, and of course add to the whole book experience! Links to BDSM sites, new developments, why we wrote the story...it's all there. Warning - the FAQs page may contain spoilers! http://thirtyoneflavors.weebly.com/ ebook release date Valentine's Day, Feb 14th. 
 Here's an excerpt from 31 Flavors that's on the kinky side. To be in the draw to win an ARC copy (Advance Reader Copy which has a watermark on it) leave a comment and follow my blog, Keyboard Fandango. Blurb: There are some things in life you have to try before you know how they will affect you. After 5 years of awful sex, I was ready. Bondage and spanking had always featured in my fantasies, and one day, I convinced my husband to try them. That day was a turning point. Ice cream comes in many flavors and that’s us too -- not vanilla, maybe not Rocky Road either. We can be a combination or make up our own and no one has the right to judge us. But there will always be one question that tears at my soul: Will my husband, Nick, ever be happy with what I crave? Release Date for 31 Flavors is Valentine's Day * * * * * What the hell possessed me to agree to this? We have a support post right smack in the middle of our living room. It’s always been a nuisance. I look up at my arms stretched above me. What an understatement now. My wrists are cuffed together then secured to the post with a rope. I’m naked and Nick has just walked back in the room with a bowl from the kitchen and an evil look in his eye. He still has his clothes on, jeans and polo shirt, and the contrast is disturbing in some nerve wracking way. I yank, trying to free my arms. I’m good and stuck. If I want to hide my body from him, I can’t. My breasts are out there in plain view, exposed and vulnerable. A familiar tightness gnaws inside me, like a hundred little bugs scratching at me, begging to get loose. If things go wrong, I’ll panic again. “Relax,” he tells me, but the mischievous sparkle doesn’t fade from his eyes. “I won’t touch them with my mouth until you ask me to.” Yeah right. “If I don’t?” He lowers himself onto his knees and gives me a steady look. “Then I won’t.” With a smirk, he lifts an ice cube from the bowl. “But you will.” My eyes must be wide as saucers as I watch him approach my nipples with the cube. Futilely, I lean to the side, trying to get away. The dull pain from the handcuffs reminds me that I asked for this. I take a deep breath and remain still. The ice cube hits my nipple and I gasp and flinch back. God damn that’s cold. “Look at it, Sid. Look at how hard they are.” I look down and see my rosy pink nipples, firm and pointy like little targets for a curious mouth. I pull against the cuffs again. Oh please let him fulfill his promise not to touch them. He circles one nipple with the ice and the water drips down my belly, leaving tingles in its wake. Then he moves to the other nipple. I’m surprised to feel a slight stirring between my legs. My mouth opens. Mesmerized, I watch his fingers only an inch away from me, my skin, my areola. The ice doesn’t hurt. And it definitely doesn’t tickle. Goose bumps dot along my breasts. A drop of water hangs from one nipple. I imagine his soft tongue licking it off and I feel a rush of heat to my middle. Nick looks me in the eye, excitement brimming in the depths. “I can warm them up for you. All you have to do is ask.” His warm mouth on my nipples. I shudder. The stirring between my legs becomes a little hotter, melting like the ice. If he put his fingers on my lower lips, would they come away wet? I never have thoughts like this. “Okay,” I rasp. “You can lick them.” The way he studies my breasts as if wondering where to start, creeps me out a bit. Knotted with anxiety, with my very skin constricting, I stop breathing and clench my fingers. The handcuffs clink. But he doesn’t touch me. He exhales a warm breath and heat swirls around my nipples, shooting through my body like hot little sparks. I moan and strain toward his mouth. “More.” He looks up at me. “Who’s in charge here?” I bite down on my lip to keep back a smart-ass remark. But he obliges me and blows hot air on the nipple. Then his tongue inches out, softly flicking the tip. First one then the other. I can’t stop staring at him teasing me, his mouth near me. It’s so novel for this to be pleasurable, so wonderful, and every little tingle is mimicked below. My need rises to a fever pitch. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, warming me to my core. I squeeze my thighs together and, for once, the idea of him taking me inside his mouth and sucking is exactly what I want. After one last lick, he sits back and looks me over. His gaze heats me up as much as his tongue did. My breasts seem heavier, fuller. A sly smirk touches his face then he rises. “I’ll be right back,” he says and disappears upstairs. Apprehension fills me. What is he doing now? My arms are starting to ache. My knees are getting sore. I wriggle to get more comfortable but it’s useless. I’m stuck until Nick finds it in his heart to release me. This thrills me at the same time as frightening me. I can always say “red”, I remind myself. It’s like a mantra now. * * * * * Would you pose semi-naked for a book cover? To be in the running for the giveaway of the ARC copy, comment, pretty please, then follow my blog. The model for our book is Leanna Velez, a body-building friend of my co-author. Pretty brave? Maybe you'd keep your clothes on? This draw is open for 48 hours from posting and the winner will be selected via www.random.org/ If you want to see a sexy yet funny excerpt from 31 Flavors click here for the striptease excerpt. OMG! Getting a great vibe building about our upcoming release on Valentine's day.Just woke up and my editor / writer friend Nerine Dorman has kindly done edits on 31 Flavors and she said this with the email :
"Wow, I really, really enjoyed this story, mainly because the characters feel like real people I could relate to. This is possibly one of the best contemporary erotic BDSM stories I've EVER read. And I'm not making this up just because I think you rock. You ladies are cooking!" 
Here's a scene from 31 Flavors that got excised with extreme prejudice and didn't make it into the final version. Leia made me take it out because she said Sidney would never have allowed this. Leia Shaw is my co-author on 31 Flavors, a contemporary BDSM romance, and since this story is based heavily on a real person...I gave in. By the way, up there is the cover featuring Leanna Velez, a friend of Leia's who is a body-builder, and, good friend that she is...she volunteered to be photographed in her underwear and tied up for our book. But, here for your enjoyment is the uncut, cut scene! Sidney has just had a chuckle at Nick after a small accident, but she's still tied up to the kitchen tap. Adults Only - 18 Plus ***** “I’m sorry I laughed. You okay?” “Honey.” He looks sideways at me. Somehow his expression conveys both dark seriousness and amusement. “You just earned yourself extra punishment.” “Umm.” I did? “How’s your hands?” “Good.” He’s not letting me go? Excitement climbs a notch in my veins. I eye the spatula. Truly the flat blue end on it looks promising. I can’t help doing a tiny wiggle. Confidence back in his stride, he goes to the fridge and with a rustle of plastic gets something. “Nick! Whatever’s in there is for eating. Not…not.” A flat grin plastered across his face, he returns and pokes me. Cold! “Stop! Nick!” I dodge, laughing, as best I can but the thing -- which turns out to be a cucumber -- gets applied to my belly and my breasts and then he holds me down and slips it along my cleft. “Nick!” “Not for putting up inside your wet little pussy? Hmm? Stick out your ass.” Before I can reply he steps away and smacks me with the spatula right on the crease of thigh and bottom. “Ow!” His hand gripping my hip also has the cucumber, but at least the vegetable has warmed up a bit. My giggling returns as he lays a series of fiery smacks all over my butt. There will be marks left, I’m sure. By the umpteenth smack I’m going hazy and I arch my back out and up some more, seeking that odd fusion of pain and pleasure that sits there waiting for me. I sigh. A few more swats and he swipes his fingers along my folds, wiggles some inside, deep, then slips them out and in with my moisture. “You’re soaked down here,” he says distantly, painting my skin with coolness. I don’t care at all, lost in a foggy land where all is right. No more smacking. I lean on my forearms as he makes me move my stomach away from the counter. I feel him get down between my legs. There’s a thump as maybe his back hits the cupboard door then his broad hands are on my thighs, parting me. Heat engulfs my clit. “Ohh.” I moan and push into his mouth, still with my elbows braced in the sink, with my butt hot and the strong beat of my pulse spreading throughout me. My flesh is infused with fire and lust and wet molten lava that seeks out my little clit. It pumps up, filling. Blood. Hotness. Delicious slippery tongue. The cucumber probes at my entrance, then he pushes it up, up inside until I feel as if I’ll burst. A fridge and food thing inside me. I want to say no, but can’t, won’t. God. Too much. I’m filled to the very top. The coldness wars inside with my warmth, making me more aware of precisely where he’s put it. He grips my clit in teeth and swipes that tongue across the top. I bunch my fists and arch into him, thighs straining. His hand splays across my belly, while I strive and push toward Nick’s mouth and his wriggling tongue that’s found every nerve in my clit and wakened it. The cucumber goes in, out, adding its forceful pressure to my walls. I clamp down onto the chill hardness, quiver and shut my eyes, pull on the tap to create tension. I’m here, trapped, for him to pleasure. In and out, lick, wriggle of wet tongue and then, I come, and goddamn come, hurtling into white space. My legs and tummy jerk as I moan at the exquisite explosion of my senses. I settle, slowly, falling almost into the sink with my head laying on my wrists. I pant and recover, listening to the slithery metal sounds of a zip undoing and then the shuffle of Nick shedding his clothes. “Now,” he whispers huskily at my ear, his hands on my shoulders. “I get to perform.” ***** Hmmm, I still think we should have kept this scene. 31 Flavors is due out on Valentine's Day as an ebook. Leia's website: http://www.leiashaw.com/ |
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