Adults Only - 18 years plusFrom Rough Surrender - BDSM historical romance. Out on June 4th “Stay there.” Leonhardt placed his hand on her ass and pressed down. A vulnerable position -- facedown on the bed, bottom up, it emphasized that new strange place inside her that responded to him. Off balance in an instant, quivering, Faith shut her eyes and waited for his next command. Liquid seeped from her cleft. After a few seconds, a familiar scratching told her he was redoing some of the writing on her bottom. This excerpt is from my next release - Rough Surrender - a historical BDSM set in Cairo 1910 Out June 4th from Lyrical Press. On sale for the first week at 50% off the normal price See my "books" tab for a longer excerpt. Or go to the website below Joining six sentence sunday can be fun! To join in, and find other participating writers, go here six sentence sunday On twitter use the hashtag #sixsunday My Rough Surrender website is here
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Adults Only - 18 Years PlusHe’d never found a woman, he didn’t have to pay, who showed a true inclination for what he craved. Yet here was Faith, a wholesome normal woman who’d liked being dominated. Unorthodox and lovely and one of the most intriguing ladies he’d ever met. She wasn’t afraid to break the rules, and if she hadn’t done so earlier, he’d not be here, in her bedroom with this soft arousing bundle of femininity in his arms. Maybe, after all, there wasn’t anything wrong with him and his desires? With one hand on her head and the other cradling her rounded bottom, emotions churned to the surface inside him -- both an overwhelming tenderness and a powerful need to spread her out on the bed and do everything to her body he could imagine. This excerpt is from my next release - Rough Surrender - a historical BDSM set in Cairo 1910. Out June 4th from Lyrical Press
See my "books" tab for a longer excerpt. Joining six sentence sunday can be fun! To join in, and find other participating writers, go here six sentence sunday On twitter use the hashtag #sixsunday 18 Years Plus OnlyOkay that's it for the bad analogies. Below is my excerpt from Lust Plague to tease you, tempt you and make you wriggle in your seat. I'm giving away one ebook copy of Lust Plague. Comment to enter! (International giveaway) Drawn after midnight May 20th When airship captain Kaysana meets Sten, the last thing she wants to do is have mad rough sex with him while bound by ropes and clamps but fate pencils in their appointment. The lust plague strikes. From her infected crew, zombies arise. Sten and Kaysana unlimber weapons, and set a course for the origin of the plague. Yet their victory will be hollow if they cannot also solve the puzzle of their hearts. Excerpt: “Stay still,” Sten said quietly, firmly, then put his hand to her bare back and felt her jerk at the press of skin to skin. The transformation made his dick quiver as always, and damn, he was already hard. The way Kaysana’s face changed fascinated him. It was like watching a flower unfurl. The hardness, the wariness, drained away. Instead she looked at him with adoration and acceptance in those toffee brown eyes. Yet after a few seconds, he saw awareness return. This is new. She’s resisting this thing that affects us. He didn’t bother trying to resist anymore. He wanted her, knew he would’ve anyway. This just made it easier. The Zen let him see the truth. Having Kaysana kneel at his feet -- this was his fantasy, want, need…whatever. Having her want him back sent his libido soaring into the stratosphere. Done deal. The intriguing thing was watching her wriggle to get out of it. To deny her needs. “Come.” He tugged, then towed her to the front of the rooftop by the leash wrapped in his hand. “Sit here. Stop trying to push me away. You’re right. Last time I touched you, those zombies zeroed in on us like flies to…” Blood. Keep your shit focused. Zone them out. Zen, man, Zen. Took him a few hard seconds, but he managed. He had to. Their lives depended on this working. The difficult bit was keeping her in a mental space where she forgot. At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, she sighed. Quivering with need already? Her smart, thinking side was clearly miles away. He spread his fingers on her warm skin and smiled. If not for the effects of the plague, this would never have worked. The zombies waiting below to rip them apart weren’t exactly love potion ingredients. Sten pressed his palm on her nape, made her kneel, turned the leash around his fist until his knuckles brushed the angle of her throat and jaw. He bent down, staring at her. Her gaze went all gooey, her pupils dilating, gorgeous -- if he could’ve bottled that, he would’ve. “Let’s kiss,” he murmured. The feel of her soft lips under his near unhinged him. Their hot breaths mingled as he explored her mouth. At first passive, then she struggled a little and tried to pull away. With his hands at her neck and throat, he held her to him. “No,” he whispered, licking the corner of her mouth. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” Then he crushed her resistance, shoving his tongue between her lips, taking over her mouth with his while he slid his fingers into her hair. He turned his hand to screw those fingers into the roots, wrapping hair about each finger -- harder, tighter. When she gasped and her mouth fell open, he knew he had her. He kept at her. Not until she moaned uncontrollably into his mouth did he let up and slowly lift away. Publisher's Note: This book contains explicit sexual situations, graphic language, and material that some readers may find objectionable: anal play/intercourse, BDSM theme and elements, exhibitionism, spanking, strong violence. Buylinks: Amazon http://www.amazon.com/Lust-Plague-Steamwork-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B007P0OLSA/ref=pd_rhf_dp_p_img_1 All Romance Ebooks http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lustplague-767894-147.html Fictionwise http://store.fictionwise.com/ebooks/b132777/Lust-Plague-/Cari-Silverwood/?si=0 Loose Id http://www.loose-id.com/Lust-Plague.aspx Click on the links below to visit other blogs and authors and get tons more chances to win. Good Luck! Leia Shaw and I started throwing out clues for an erotic crossword on Facebook after we were asked to make some up. It's duelling blogs and clues at dawn, or sunset, or something.
Which of us wins? :P Here's mine. Make up some more for me, please...please, please :) Kinky - when you use a feather to tickle your partner Fetish - when you use a chicken instead of a feather Albatross - what you use when the chicken has a headache Blow job - how to make a guy love you Voyeur - when hubs drills a hole in the neighbor's wall Exhibitionist - when the neighbor waves back Erection - what husbands get when they use hammer and nails. Shibari - Macramé for men Dildo - Bilbo's hard-up cousin Cunnilingus - tongue twister for linguists And, fill in the blank: When a woman says a vibrator is better than a guy's tongue, she just hasn't met the right ........ yet. Answer: tongue And here's a link to Leia's blog. http://leiashaw.blogspot.com.au/2012/04/fun-with-erotic-words.html Tell us who wins...but seriously Leia's clues suck. I'm kind to her though, I pat her daily and say soothing words. Darn it, she has more clues. Evil woman. 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. Silent, deadly, and called Bruce.
What’s the saying? You gotta walk the walk not talk the talk? Well a promo ninja looks like a ninja, moves like a ninja but when you look under the hood, there is Bruce, or Marg, peeking up at you. Yes, don’t interrupt my lecture, ninjas DO have hoods. In this story, they do. If you have a book to get out there, into the wide world, you have to be good at promo, right? There are hundreds and hundreds of posts on the net about how to do it right, about how to be a promo whore. Get that book in FRONT of the people. Yes? Well I have read those posts, some of them, or at least sniffed the screen they were printed on, and I have my own method. No one else can tell you the Promo (Bruce) Ninja method. What do they tell you? Get followers. Get tweets going that are 80 percent you and 20 percent promo so you don’t bore the peeps. Peeps are people who have lost their ole! Ahem. Moving on. The ninja method – all your tweets are promo. Books books books. Get in, tweet your book, get out. Why? Because Twitter is shit scary. What the hell are you supposed to DO on there? It’s like being on a highway and all the people are going one way, at 200 km per hour in everything from space shuttle sized semi-trailers to mini buses to prams, and NONE of them have brakes, and you’re standing there, in the middle, bug-eyed, screaming and flailing your arms. So, what do you do? Run! Tweet and run like effin mad before those little fuckers flatten you like the eency weency insignificant bug that you are! Next we shall cover facebook. I know about facebook. There are a lot of people on there too. But at least they stop and talk. No panicking on fb. Just remember to share all those picture of cats stuck in milk bottles and men with muscles, tell everyone about the last time you had sex and flashed your boobs at the neighbor and you will be fine. Books? Yeah those too. Until I joined facebook I never realized how much we all love philosophy. Like, who would have known that in a Zombie Apocalypse, Americans would either -- Kill a zombie – 5 percent Search for a cure – 5 percent Look for their missing loved one – 5 percent Or Taste delicious – 85 percent Wow. See? Amazing knowledge. And I never knew that cats were so damn good at comedy. What’s next? Umm. Blog posting The Promo Ninja never posts about their books. They write completely unrelated posts about stupid things that might be either funny, stupid, irrelevant , or all three. Though sometimes they may also tell you very important things like what to do in a zombie apocalypse. Guest blogging? Naah too hard. Forget it. There. I award you the Mauve belt of the tenth order Promo Ninja. Have a nice day. Only one day to go and Lust Plague will be here. To resist the Zombie F virogen bend over, stick that butt in the air and take it like a woman! It's never too late to get something sharp and nasty stuck in a naughty part of your anatomy. Or something blunt and not so nasty for those in the mood.
There's no guarantee this inoculation will work so be prepared. Load up your zombie blasting shotguns, sharpen your teeth, and keep a close eye on your neighbor. At the first sign of a shambling walk, slurred talk or a tendency to want to get down and dirty with someone of the opposite sex...RUN! Yes, in the early stages of the Zombie F plague in my steampunk world, the zombies do get an urge or two. But, hold onto your airships, this is not the story of the zombies. This is the story of two zombie-killers extraordinaire, Sten and Kaysana. Never have two heroes worn goggles so well. With the aid of a steampunk mechanical contraption or two, oodles of ingenuity, and a wolf called Cadrach, they aim to eliminate the source of the plague. Do zombies get massacred in a gory undead way? Yes! Do Sten and Kaysana succumb to fleshly urges, lose all willpower and have sex in some most peculiar places whilst utilizing leather, the hood ornament of a steam-powered cycle, a pussy cat costume and maybe even a pond full of koi? Who knows! But it sounds good to me. Go get my book at Loose Id March 27th. And while you're there, stick your butt in the air and maybe they'll give you a free injection of something bright red that hopefully will stop you turning into a zombie. Ab-sol-lutely NO guarantees available. It's probably red cordial. But Lust Plague the book is guaranteed to blow your socks off. Link to sample of Lust Plague Buylink to Loose Id click here 18 plus post - ADULTS ONLY I was tagged by Leia Shaw for a fun lucky seven post. Here's the rules then my lucky seven. 1. Go to page 77 in your current manuscript 2. Go to line 7 3. Copy down the next seven lines as they are - no cheating 4. Tag 7 other authors (I did it on facebook since I don't follow blogs here) Here's my lucky seven. And yes, I didn't cheat. Dankyo is always lucky...and naughty. Even just this, holding her down, was enough to keep his cock standing at rock-hard attention. Nothing he’d done with Kirsten could compare. Nothing. How far would she let him go? No. How far would he go? She’d said yes. But… He pitched his voice low, so no one else could hear. “You said you’re a woman where yes means yes and no means no. From now on, I trust you to keep to that. But you must trust me not to hurt you. Yes?” She nodded. 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! Note to my readers - this is not the final edited version and I tweaked it a little to make a more sensible excerpt. ********* He made himself not look at the bodies and the pool of blood on the rooftop behind Kaysana. Keep your shit focused. Zone them out. Zen, man, zen. Took him a few hard seconds but he managed. He had to. Their lives depended on this diversion, on it giving Holly time to find a vehicle. The difficult bit was keeping Kaysana in a mental space where she forgot. “Last time we kissed those zombies zeroed in on us like flies to honey.” Or flies to blood. She didn’t answer. At the touch of his hand on her shoulder, she sighed. Quivering with need already? Her smart, thinking side was clearly a long way away. He spread his fingers on her warm skin and smiled. If not for the effects of the lust plague this ploy would never have worked. The pesky mob of zombs waiting below to rip them apart weren’t exactly love potion ingredients. Sten pressed his palm on her nape, made her kneel, turned the leash around and around his fist until his knuckles brushed the angle of her throat and jaw. He bent down, staring at her. Her eyes went all gooey, the pupils dilating, gorgeous -- if he could’ve bottled that he would’ve. “Let’s kiss,” he murmured. The feel of her soft lips under his near unhinged him. Their hot breaths mingled as he explored her mouth. At first passive, then she struggled a little and tried to pull away. His hands at her neck and throat held her to him. “No,” he whispered, licking the corner of her mouth. “You’re not going anywhere. I’ve got you.” Then he crushed her resistance, shoving his tongue between her lips, taking over her mouth with his while his fingers sought a hold in her hair. He turned his hand to screw those fingers into the roots, wrapping hair about each finger -- harder, tighter. When she gasped and her mouth fell open he knew he had her. He kept at her. Not until she moaned uncontrollably into his mouth did he let up, and slowly lift away. Her eyes were shut. Her mouth was open still, air sucking in and out with little wanting gasps. “Beautiful.” Still holding her head, he glanced over the side. Six or ten Raised Men were down there, walking about, staring up, growling, some of them backing up to see better. Not enough. He needed to crank up the effect to attract the rest. He studied Kaysana. “What are we lacking?” Her eyelids fluttered open. Such promise in those eyes. As if she expected and needed more. Ah. Course. “The fantasy needs to be stronger. Yes?” But she didn’t, or couldn’t answer. He’d left her lost inside her thoughts. “Let’s try something better, hotter. Trial and error.” He smiled down at her then let go of the leash and traced her lower lip with his fingers. Gravity and the curves of her body showed his hand the way to the silky skin of her neck. He hooked his fingers under the neckline of the top and pulled it down one shoulder, then the other, making the top slide. He scooped each breast free from the top, then went down on one knee and paid homage to each nipple -- licking and sucking them until the tips hardened. By then she had a hand wrapped around his wrist. “No.” Yet she shivered. Her chest heaved enough that her nipple pushed in and out of his mouth. One last bite at her nipple and he straightened, grinning at the squeak he’d elicited. “No?” He pried her hand loose, took both her wrists to her back. That alone made Kaysana arch toward him. “That’s my girl. Your mouth says no but your body says yes.” From the sounds below, the crowd of Raised Men grew. He narrowed his eyes. It was working. With one hand clamping her wrists at the small of her back, he let the leash dangle down her front so it tapped against her mound, then reached around her buttocks and between her legs to pull the leash through her legs. A few loops about her wrists and a quick knot. There. Bound nice and firm. The way she sank her teeth into her lip and swayed, told him she liked this. He let his hand follow the leather of the leash, across belly and all the way down to where it split her labia and sank up into her slit. Moisture leaked around the leather onto his fingers. As if he had forever to do this, he travelled his fingers up and over her little engorged clit then back along her slit to her anus, watching her reaction -- every whimper and moan and quiver. “You’re so fucking wet already. I’d like to sit here all day teasing this clit.” He gave it a few taps and trapped it between his fingers, watched her eyelids drift half-shut and her tongue emerge between those plump lips. Kaysana made a small sound halfway between a whimper and a moan. From the sounds, men were scrambling up the building. Five cartridges left in the shotgun at his feet. He prayed that’d be enough. Those below didn’t seem clever enough to climb well. Lucky, damn lucky, their brains were in short supply. She so tempted him. He moved in, let his tongue find the way around the whorl of her ear, and whispered, “If I finger fuck you, do you think half the city’ll arrive?” She blinked, swallowed, shut her eyes entirely. “I’d like to take you here, fuck you on the roof, in front of the world.” He cupped her chin. The whole body shudder that ran through her, rocking her chin in his hand, sent crazy signals to his groin. His balls tightened. He turned the shotgun so the trigger was close, and resumed the kiss. His fingers went back on her clit, his thumb rocking and squeezing to bring her off. The suck and pull of his lips on hers echoed what he did below. She moaned, then her body tensed as she climaxed. He moved her so her mouth rested on his shoulder. Damn. Fascinated he watched her every reaction as her torso undulated in waves. He thrust a finger in deeper while his thumb stayed on her clit. She bit him, screaming quietly at the back of her throat, her groin pumping onto his hand. Then she crumpled, her forehead slipping down the front of his chest. As if he’d had been catapulted onto the roof, a man appeared -- arms outstretched, eyes alight with orange fire, his rot-blackened hands reached…then Sten’s shotgun blew him away. Blood misted the air. He screamed, spun out into mid-air, and fell. Snick snick. The shotgun’s barrel rotated, loaded a round. Lust Plague release date from Loose Id - March 27th. |
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