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Monday, August 12, 2013
Monday Mojo - Strange Sex Fact
Feeling blue or a little down in the dumps?
Here's news for you!
Semen is a natural antidepressant
Semen might just be your scientifically proven pick-me-up.
Research psychologist Jesse Bering published an article in Scientific
American, which stated that semen is packed full of natural mood-enhancers.
Indeed, semen only contains around one to five per cent sperm, while the rest
is made up of over 50 components including prolactin, oxytocin, serotonin and
estrone, which are natural antidepressants.
Sunday, August 11, 2013
Sneek Peak Sunday - Handcuffs & Silk
Please enjoy this sneak peak from Handcuffs & Silk.
Hunter's brother, Jason, is keeping him company while waiting
for the date Madame Eve from 1 Night Stand set up for him.
His brother frowned. “Are you seriously thinking about leaving the lifestyle?”
“Maybe.” Hunter played with the sweat dripping down his glass of ice water. “I don’t know where I fit in. Am I capable of being the center of the world for someone? Or will I always fight for every morsel of affection?”
“Grow up, Hunter. Drop this damn beta act and be the alpha you were born to be.”
Hunter glared at his brother for a moment. “Seriously, I feel like there’s something missing. Maybe I’m looking for something more permanent. Maybe this one-night stand shit is just that... bullshit. I want to be normal, have a normal life.”
“Are you turning vanilla on me?”
“I don’t know.”
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Friday, August 9, 2013
Ella’s Turning What? Birthday Blog Hop
Friday August 9th - Sunday August 11th, 2013
Summers were spent at the family cottage in Michigan.
Each July 4th became an extra special celebration; my sister shared her birthday with the nation. Surrounded by extended family and friends we ate watermelon and drank champagne while watching fireworks and listening to tales told around the bonfire.
We often included
our neighbors and while munching on smores we listened to “Indian Dave” a
member of the local Chippewa tribe weave his tales of animal spirits and men
who could shift into creatures. My
sister would braid my hair so I could pretend to be a Native American with an
animal spirit and dance around the fire. Now that we are older, I am still jealous she has the best birthday party in the world, she still braids my hair, and I am the weaver of tales about handsome men with spirit animals in their hearts who can change from human to creature.
Lucy Richards is tired of being
timid around men. Hoping to overcome her fears and feel like a real woman, she turns
to Madame Eve to find a man who will fulfill that goal. Eve arranges a one-night
stand with a handsome Shawnee shaman who will teach Lucy to use her womanly
power and take her to unimaginable heights.
Shape shifter Seth Crowe is a Keeper of
the Spiritual Law who carries souls from darkness to light, and enjoys using
his body to accomplish his magic.
Tucked away in the Castillo
Poconos Resort, Seth helps Lucy find spiritual and sexual freedom, never
dreaming he might find his own mate in the bargain.
**Blog Hop
“So live
your life that the fear of death can never enter your heart.” ~ Chief Tecumseh
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Thursday, August 8, 2013
Thursday 13 - Things to do during football practice
As an author, I sometimes use football practice an a quiet opportunity to edit. My friends often offer to read for me, especially the juicy scenes. Here's a list for mom's every where of things to do while they are stuck at the field waiting for their boys.
1. Read. (My personal favorite.)
2. Form a book club with other parents.
3. Make a grocery list.
4. Knit.
5. Hit the track and walk.
6. Take photos. (My second fav.)
7. Use to the time to have an uninterrupted phone conversation.
8. Give yourself a manicure.
Okay, now let's list a few "sexy" ideas.
9. Write a love letter to your honey.
10. Grab some lingerie catalogs and place an order.
11. Plan a romantic dinner for two.
12. Sext with your honey if he isn't with you. If he is with you but out on the field watching, it might be rather fun. LOL
13. Make a list of things you would like to try in the bedroom but been afraid to ask. I'm sure your honey will enjoy this "honey-do list".
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| Hubby with our #1. GO RAMS! |
Wednesday, August 7, 2013
Tuesday, August 6, 2013
Tasty Tuesday with a Teaser - Cream Puffs from Eva Lefoy
Desserts and hot chefs go
together!
When I wrote a hot dessert
chef, I had to pair him with a woman who liked desserts. After all, a
vegetarian and a butcher just don’t go together :) So I came up with a woman called
Violet Cunningham. She not only likes desserts, she has a favorite one:
raspberry cream puffs.
Now, cream puffs aren’t that
hard to make, as I later discovered after the writing group took me under their
wing and into the kitchen. Since I’m not really an ardent baker – I make
really good brownies, but don’t do the fancy stuff – I thought there must be
some trick to them. There’s not. Especially if you’ve got a good hand mixer!
Here’s the tried-and-true
ancient Betty Crocker recipe we made:
1 C water
1/2 C butter
1 C flour
4 Eggs
Filling – whipped cream, etc.
Confectioner’s sugar
Heat oven to 400. Heat water
and butter to a boil. Stir in flour. Stir vigorously over low heat about 1
minute or until mixture forms a ball. * Note: I took the pan off the heat and
used a mixer to do this. Much easier! * Remove from heat. Beat in eggs all at
once, continue beating until smooth. *Note: again, I found the hand mixer
indispensable! * Drop dough by scan 1/4 cup fulls 3″ apart on ungreased backing
sheet. Bake 35 to 40 minutes or until puffed and golden. Cool away from
draft.
Pull out any filaments of soft
dough. Carefully fill with whipped cream. Replace tops; dust with
confectioners’ sugar. Refrigerate.
There’s another recipe in the
back of my book, Sweet Cravings, out
now from Decadent Publishing and below is an excerpt that should get your
whipped cream whipping.
Excerpt:
I ducked into the kitchen before the bored-looking maître d’ could accost
me and found myself heating up at the sight of a stainless steel table.
Sous-chefs in white hats and dishwashers with racks of clean plates bustled
back and forth down the aisle in front of me, but I didn’t spot the pastry chef
in their midst. I almost gave up and left before noticing the light was on in
the “secret kitchen.” I gulped.
My knees went weak, and I stood frozen to the spot. Inside me,
determination, embarrassment, and heady desire warred. I wanted so bad to turn
and walk out, find another caterer, and be done with it. But I couldn’t.
There’d be questions. Chuck would want to know why he wasn’t getting the best
French-trained chef in town, and I’d be up shit creek without a paddle. What
could I say? Sorry, I didn’t mean to have
hot, sweaty sex with the guy—if I’d known you’d need him the next week, I would
have waited?
Remembering the hot sex had my traitorous feet moving forward, toward the
door instead of away. Wrong direction, I told them. Shut up and go with it, my pussy ordered. I bit my lip, swallowed
my pride, and knocked.
The door opened and the man himself appeared wearing a chef’s coat
splattered with pretty light pink frosting and powdered sugar. One whiff of him
convinced me he’d taste positively delicious. My stomach let out a loud rumble,
and I put my hand over it to try and squelch the embarrassing sound.
His mouth fell open when he caught sight of me. In fact, he seemed kind of
stunned for a second. My fight-or-flight response kicked in. I swiveled on my
heel, but he grabbed my elbow and tugged me inside his secret domain once more.
“Mademoiselle,” he murmured low and rich as fudge pudding. “How nice to see you
again. Please, come in.”
I glanced at his face from under my lashes and found him smiling at me,
looking as though he might actually be glad to see me again. Part of me
stiffened, vibrating with nervous energy. The rest of me tingled in saucy
anticipation. The promise of man and dessert made one once more for my licking
pleasure had me close to giggling with happiness as the door snicked shut. As
he twirled me in his arms and drew me close, the all-important notes clutched
in my hand could have jumped a shuttle for Mars for all I cared.
His mouth surged over mine, his lips warm, wet, and insistent, as though he
needed to make up for lost time. I heartily seconded the sentiment, and the
kiss turned from buttery hot and soft to spicy and decadent with a touch of
dare.
I opened my mouth to let his tongue in, and we both moaned at the
intrusion, his hips bucking against mine as he pressed my butt into the table.
I clutched his shoulders, pulling him closer as my initial embarrassment waned.
He tasted of sweet pastry, and I savored the flavor as I relaxed in his arms.
God, the hungers the man awoke in me with just one kiss!
I’d dressed “professionally” for the occasion—stockings,
skirt, silk work blouse, light blazer, and heels—so it wasn’t a surprise to
feel the heat of his hand brush along the smooth stocking covering my thigh.
But I let out a yelp as his strong fingers ripped through the material and
pushed the stocking aside, delving under the crotch of my panties, headed
directly toward my wetness.
“Spread for me,” he growled.
My sex clenched but my tremulous legs parted, obeying his
command to give him easy access. Long, thick fingers slid through my dampness
until they were coated with my slick cream before plunging inside my wet core.
I moaned into his kiss at the glorious pressure and he chuckled. His other arm
held me close as his mouth continued to plunder mine, setting up a tantalizing
rhythm with his tongue and his fingers that my body could not ignore. My head
rolled back and my hips rocked into his thrusts. I emitted soft, mewling cries
every time his cock ground against my clit. It felt so good I thought I’d died
and gone to pink frosting heaven. “Oh, God. Please. Just a little more….”
He quickly upped his game, nibbling down the column of my
neck and then moving his fingers up to my clit, circling it with my own
slippery juices until I was on the brink of breaking apart and screaming my
head off. Then he abruptly pulled his hand away. “Dinner.”
“W-what?” Every brain cell in my mind struggled to
comprehend the concept of language. It seemed so foreign, so far away, so unnecessary.
My hot button throbbed with frustration. I’d been so close….
“Dinner. Have dinner with me. I promise you won’t be
disappointed.”
I panted, trying to form words. No matter how I rocked my
hips, he remained just out of reach from where I needed him most. My fingers
dug into his back, silently demanding satisfaction. But he gave me none.
“Say yes,” he commanded. “Or this ends here. Now.”
His demand seemed simple enough and since agreeing would get
me everything I so badly wanted I said, “Yes.”
***
See what else Violet and her sexy chef Max do in his secret kitchen, and if
you have time, whip up a batch of cream puffs to eat while you read!
Enjoy!
~ Eva Lefoy
Tasty Tuesday - Role Playing & Screaming Orgasms
In the heat of summer spice up the night with a little role playing.
Your honey can be a bartender and you are... well... you!
You walk up to him (the bar) and say,
"Hey there handsome. How about you give me a Screaming Orgasm?"
1 oz vodka
1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
1 1/2 oz Bailey's® Irish cream
1/2 oz Kahlua® coffee liqueur
Pour first vodka, then Bailey's, then Kahlua into a cocktail glass over crushed ice. Stir.
Caution: use only high quality vodka. Cheap vodka can cause the Bailey's to curdle. Test your brand of vodka by mixing 1 Tsp each of vodka and Bailey's first.
How this scene plays out is strictly up to you.
Saturday, August 3, 2013
Crow Magic Review & Contest
Crow Magic received a 4-STAR review
"This was a far different installment to the 1Night Stand series that I am familiar with, and will certainly appeal to some readers far more than the more formulaic story arc that is more traditional in the series. Mary Quast has created a short erotic story that nearly screams for a full length story, but that is due to the lovely characterization, the volumes of information and the strong spiritual journey that the reader follows with Lucy as she meets and enjoys her one night with Tecumseh"
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Friday, August 2, 2013
Flirty Friday - Fun Firty Lines
1. Come live in my
heart, and pay no rent.
2. I know milk does good for the body but DAMN how much did you drink?
3. Did the sun just come out or did you just smile at me?
4. I want to taste something sweet,could i taste your lips?
5. Excuse me, I think you have something in your eye. Oh wait,
it’s just a sparkle.
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