Find joy in everyday life through the musings of a romance author.
Sunday, August 2, 2015
Poet's Corner - Silver Circle #Poem
Touch the silver chain,
Precious links wound
‘round your neck.
Let your fingers
stroke
The tiny silken
circles.
The cool of metal
Against the warm heat
of skin.
Each link is a word.
Forming thoughts.
Creating ideas.
Weaving
stories.
What words do you
hear?
“Once upon a time…”
“In the
terror of the storm…”
“Look
to the west, the sun is rising…”
Listen to your heart.
How does your story
end?
Search, find the last
link.
You know the one, sad
but true.
Tired not broken,
Holding the silver
circle.
Staying together,
Not willing to be destroyed
What are the last words?
I love you eternally.
Thursday, July 30, 2015
#Thursday13 – Picnics, Picnics, Everywhere
A picnic can be a
romantic event.
I remember one time Dearest Hubby and I took
two of our boys (when they were very small) to a beach along Lake Michigan. We
packed a yummy picnic including juice boxes for the boys and a bottle of wine
for us. We sat back, sipped our wine while holding hands while watching our
little ones play.
One summer
was very hot and we were limited on time due to a busy schedule. We often held
a picnic under a tree in our yard, in the garden (where we often ate fresh
picked veggies) or on the deck with hubby grilling.
While
traveling we had a long layover at Chicago Midway. We spread a blanket under
some potted trees. The youngest took a nap, while hubby & I played a game
with another son. Nothing is sexier than a man being a good dad.
It is up to
you and your honey, but even with the rug-rats around, it is possible to
capture a few romantic moments.
Here is my list of
places for a picnic.
1. On the beach
2. In a park
3. In the garden
4. On the deck
5. At the zoo
6. On a riverbank
7. In a city plaza
8. Under the stars
9. At an outdoor concert
10. In a public garden
11. On the porch
12. On a tailgate (maybe even at a sporting event)
13. In a pasture (but be aware: cows are very curious)
Tuesday, July 28, 2015
Tuesday Teaser from Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk
Blurb:
Dan loves submissive women and longs to build a
harem of willing females to fill what he lovingly calls his ‘Slave Library.’ He
shares his plans for sexual bliss with Karen, the first of his submissives in
his mind and his heart. But when an unexpected visit from his mother leads to
uncomfortable questions about his ex, Dan realizes that past mistakes are
catching up to him, faster than he can run.
The first D/s relationship to blend comfortably
with her vanilla life is the one Karen shares with Dan. She treasures the
freedom in the act of submission and wants nothing more than to share it with
her Master for as long as possible. Why then, does he insist on bringing other
women into their bed? And why can’t he say he loves her?
As Dan battles his inner demons, Karen hopes a sexy
mini break at the exclusive fetish club, Sugar Dust will allow them time to
relax and reconnect. There she meets Beth, personification of Dan’s past
storming in to demolish her present. Can she show Dan that their relationship
is strong enough to break the chains of his past, before Beth drives an
immoveable wedge between them with her tales of what once was?
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Excerpt
(Naughty!)
As Dan
parked the car, a low moan quivered from the passenger side. Karen slumped
against her seat belt, eyes closed, forehead sweaty. Though she might have
argued, Dan had never seen her more beautiful or more desirable. While the car
clicked, rumbled, and cooled he stared at her face and longed to touch her,
bury himself inside her in every way possible. Instead, he slapped her thigh
hard enough to make her yelp.
‘Well
done, Kaz. Take it out now.’
She
moaned, turning a bleary eye toward him. ‘I still don't get to come?’
The
pitiful tilt of her downturned lips softened his intended response. ‘Not yet.’
‘I hate
you sometimes.’
‘You'll
thank me later. Promise.’
Her
fingers slipped beneath the shiny hem of her latex dress. He enjoyed the
contrast of her dark skin against the white material as she fumbled around.
Seconds later, she held up the remote controlled bullet, wet and gleaming. The
musky scent of her frustrations filled the car and Dan breathed deep, filling
his nostrils with the wonderful smell.
‘Put it
in there.’
Karen
shoved the bullet into the glove compartment and composed herself with a series
of slow breaths.
‘Better?’
he asked.
‘I
suppose.’ Glowering, she clambered from the car and kicked the door shut.
Dan
chuckled and when Karen walked around to open his door, the grin grew wider. He
stroked her burning cheek with the pad of his thumb. ‘Karen,’ he murmured, ‘my
sweet, little Kitten. You'll be okay. Before the night is out you'll get to
come.’
She
whined. ‘But I need it now.’
He peered
over his shoulder, casting a sweeping gaze left and right. The chance to
further tease his slave presented itself in the form of a deserted car park.
How could he resist?
‘Now?’ he
whispered. ‘Here? In the street? I can do that.’ With deft hands, he gripped
her slender shoulders and spun her round. Her back pressed flat against his
chest, and he stroked the slippery latex clinging to her skin. First her
breasts, squeezing the firm globes before skimming down to the small dent of
her bellybutton. He tickled her thighs beneath the hem of her dress. She
jumped.
‘I
could,’ he breathed in her ear, ‘and no one would think anything of it. Not
here. I could hold you against the car.’ He did, pushing her hands out to lie
flat on the roof. Her cheek touched the metal and he watched the condensation
of her breath mingle with the wisps of steam rising from the hot surface. She
groaned.
‘I could
pull off your knickers.’ Dan released her hands and teased his way back under
the dress. He could feel her thighs trembling. ‘Wait, you're not wearing any.’
‘You
bloody took them!’
‘I know.’
Dan resisted the urge to check his pocket. He knew they were still there, damp
and musky.
‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful . . .
‘One less barrier.’ He flipped the bottom of the dress over Karen's high, round ass and tucked it in around her waist. Both hands stroked her exposed skin, watching the pattern of goose bumps prickling in the cool night air. So fucking beautiful . . .
‘It would
only take a few minutes.’ He thrust his hips against her. ‘Wouldn't even have
to pull my trousers down all the way. A quick fuck.’ When he nipped her ear, a
low growl rumbled at the back of her throat.
Her
instant responsiveness made him aware of a tightening across the front of his
trousers. He resisted the urge to adjust himself; wouldn't do to let the
submissive know that she was actually the one in charge.
‘You'd
love that, wouldn't you? A speedy shag against the side of my car in the middle
of a public car park. You're such a dirty girl.’
The loud
slap of his hand against her ass cheeks made them both jump. The giddy thrill
of power made Dan's head spin. His breathing hitched, and he caught the scent
of Karen's arousal on his fingers again. It fired his blood as surely as any
over the counter aphrodisiac.
‘Do you
still need to come? Now?’ As his breathed the words into her ear, Dan walked
his fingers over the curve of her bottom. Passed the top of her thighs and
round the front to cup her pussy. So hot. So wet. He groaned. ‘You shaved?’
Karen
humped his fingers. ‘Of course I did. It's Sugar Dust.’
‘I love
it when you're smooth down there. It's so fucking sexy. You missed a bit
though.’
‘You try
catching everything with a shitty lady-razor.’
‘Don't
worry, it's amazing.’ Dan glanced over his shoulder. ‘Don't move.’
The
lights in the huge exclusive club made pools of yellow light on the tarmac.
Though he heard the faint notes of music from within, he heard no voices. Saw
no people. Perfect. He dropped to his knees behind Karen and pressed his nose
against her backside. He rubbed his cheek against her lower one then nipped the
fleshy underside of her arse. She gasped. He did it again. A third time. The
fourth bite drew forth a strangled wail as he brought his teeth together and
turned his head from side to side.
‘You're
mine,’ he whispered, made bold by her intense responses. ‘This mark proves you're
mine.’
Karen
sounded like she might be having trouble breathing. ‘You don't need a mark to
prove that.’
He traced
his finger along her trembling inner thigh. Thick, slippery wetness coated his
fingers, a tangible reminder of the day she'd had. He licked it away. ‘You've
been so good today. It will be worth it, little Kitten.’
‘Yes,
Sir.’
‘Good.
You ready?’
‘Always.’
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Author
Bio and Links
Raven ShadowHawk is one face of the author who
writes fantasy and horror under a second pseudonym. She is, according to most .
. . okay, according to herself, the fun one of the pair.
Living in Leicester, UK with her partner (the Funk
Master) and twin sons (known as Sprog1 and Sprog2), Raven writes erotica
ranging from sensual and romantic to graphic and totally PWP.
Her interests include badly produced porn,
chocolate, dressing up (particularly in matching underwear) and shouting at
women who wear stupid shoes and/or skinny jeans.
Out Now! Slippers & Chains: Sugar Dust by Raven ShadowHawk (@ileandraXraven) #erotica #bdsm #domination #submission
Monday, July 27, 2015
Author Christy Gissendaner Talks About Her Latest Book
Author Interview About Latest Book
Today my good friend, Christy Gissendaner is joining
us. Like me she lives in a home full of testosterone with a hubby and three
boys out numbering her. Thankfully for us, she finds time to write some amazing
stories. Christy writes contemporary paranormal romance who believes laughter
and love should go hand in hand.
CLAIMED is one of my favorite books. I’d certainly vote for super hot Cameron Maddox for US President! The hero is a
powerful politician who has his eyes set on the presidency AND a cute little
bakery owner. Love it!!!
Christy
is a prolific writer and has published with various houses such as Entangled, Etopia, and Liquid Silver Books.
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| NEW RELEASE The plot has humor, intrigue, great dialogue with witty one-liners that will stick with you. The characters are a twist on the usual shifter tale. A love between a wolf & dragon? Anything is possible. |
Thanks for joining us, Christy.
Congrats on the new book! How many books
do you have written?
Oh goodness
no. I’ve lost count actually. Between both names – Christy Gissendaner and
Robin Danner – I’m well over thirty works.
Wowza! You certainly
have an overactive imagination or a muse with a slave-driving personality. What
inspired you to write your latest book?
Hmm…that’s a
hard one. I can’t actually remember what inspired me. Probably the title. I
came up with it first, and my publisher wanted me to write something hot, funny,
and fast. So I did!
How did you come up with the title?
Shift
Happens is just my tongue-in-cheek humor.
I love it! LOL How do you come up with your characters’
names?
Babynames.com.
LOL! No, I’m serious. I do like to look up baby names to pick my characters’
names. I do sometimes look up their meaning, especially if I’m utilizing
mythology.
I’d admit, I do the
same but I’ll have to check out that site. If you could have any movie star
take on a role as one of your heroes, who would it be?
Oohhhh…Ben
Affleck. Just cause I’d love to meet him!
Yeah, baby! His eyes can be so intense but when he smiles,
he looks like he’s hiding a sexy secret. Speaking of sexy
secrets, how naughty do you get with your writing? I’m more of a “sweetly” hot writer. Some of my ratings vary
from down and dirty to practically PG-13.
What would you say has
been the hardest scenes for you to write?
One of the
hardest scenes to date has been a sexual abuse scene one of my heroines
suffers. It was very personal and I hope I stayed true-to-life without
upsetting too many readers.
I’d agree. What is the
strangest thing you’ve Googled while working the story?
Google is my
friend! I Google things all the time. In fact, one of my favorite slogans is
“Let’s ask The Google” in a mechanical, robotic voice. I Google anything from
real estate to legends to foreign phrases. The strangest thing…hmm…I’d have to
think about that one. Probably researching the porn industry.
Do you have any rituals
while writing?
No rituals
really. I snatch writing time when I can. With a full-time day job and three
sons, I barely have time as it is!
I feel ya sista!!! Do you have anything you would like to say to
your readers?
(Tapping mic) Is this thing on? Okay, good. Thanks
for sticking by me and reading whatever pops into my head!
Time for the Fun stuff:
Favorite
drink: Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper
Favorite
candy: Whatchamacallit
Favorite
food: Tacos!
Favorite
article of clothing or jewelry: Underwear. Can’t live without it!
Favorite
place to read: In the bathtub
Place you
want to visit some day: Santorini, Greece
Thanks for joining us, Christy!
Let’s go pick up some tacos for lunch. I know the perfect place.
Blurb:
Ellie Reynolds
runs a nail salon that caters to shifters of all varieties. The proverbial
shift hits the fan when billionaire mogul Jackson Lawrence walks in the door
and offers Ellie two million dollars to sell her shop. Ellie has no intention
of selling out, especially to someone who plans to bulldoze her shop to the ground
and replace it with a fast food joint. Their battle of wit and will is brought
to a sudden halt when Jackson’s enemies appear, throwing them into a fight for
their lives.
Jackson
believed he'd left violence behind when he resigned his position with the Blood
Wolves, a secret shifter military group, but someone wants his company's cyber
invention and will stop at nothing to get it. He didn't mean to drag Ellie into
his mess, but he’s willing to do anything to protect her and the firewall his
friend created...anything except fight his attraction to the outspoken redhead
he's suddenly responsible for. Jackson soon learns Ellie is hotter than he
first gave her credit for...like dragon hot...and life is about to get a whole
lot more interesting.
Sometimes
shift happens when you least expect it.
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