Jan 7 2013
…was Lolita! at Taboo Reviews!
Thank you to everyone who visited my blog and participated. Lolita, I’ve emailed about the prize fulfillment.
Even if you didn’t win at my stop, there are still the grand prizes up for grabs and all the other hop stop prizes.
Jan 6 2013
Welcome to my guest and friend, R. Brennan, a fellow Sisterhood of the Traveling Pen member and its founder. I invited R here today to tell you all about her latest little sin nugget, Blood and Fire. This story is actually a re-release of an erotic horror short previously published in a 24-author anthology. I also had a short in that anthology. While the collection currently ranks near the three million mark on Amazon (if you can even find it), I can tell you with the utmost sincerity that R Brennan’s story is one of the stand-outs. I’m so glad she found a new home for it once her rights reverted back to her.
I’ll hand over the blog keys to R Brennan now to tell you more about her story:
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Originally released in 2011 as part of an erotic horror anthology, Sinisterotica — which a total of maybe fifteen people read — I am so pleased to have a chance to offer this story (one of my favorites) to a broader audience.
** NOTE: The information contained below relates to an erotic work of fiction. If you are under 18 or offended by such things, please do not read further. Thank you. **
College student, Francesca Morgan has finally met the Dominant man of her dreams. Kevin Stevenson is sexy, sure of himself, and knows just how to make her knees quake.
When he takes Frankie to her first fetish party, she is reminded being collared means her Master can do what he wishes with her, including offering her “services” for the evening to a sexy Dominant business associate he is trying to impress.
It doesn’t take long for Frankie to realize their host, Bartholomew Andrews is nothing like any Dom she has ever served. Aside from his devastating looks and heaping financial fortune, Bartholomew can read her thoughts, and knows just how to make her body react.
Can Frankie keep her wits about her and serve at his feet without falling for him, or will Master Amazing steal her heart and her soul in one steamy night of servitude?
Be warned — Contains elements of horror, BDSM, S&M, and a Dom/sub dynamic
I fidgeted with my black lace garter for the third time in five minutes. No matter how much I toyed with it, the torturous material tickled my inner thighs until I resort to scratching like a flea-infested hound. Through sheer force of will, I stopped gouging at my leg, and with a quick twist and pull, adjusted my g-string, which attempted to crawl higher than any butt floss should go. Tweaking complete, I checked my appearance in the bathroom mirror.
The red satin teddy clung to hourglass curves and highlighted my green eyes, just as I’d hoped when picking it out. The bodice’s built-in push up bra did wonders for the little ladies—an added bonus. I swept a few unruly, blonde strands of hair from my face and took stock of the make-up situation. Rosy cheeks. Check. Black eye gunk. Check.
I inhaled through my nose, and with puffed cheeks, blew out through my mouth—a stress relief trick I learned watching daytime TV. But, the nervous tension remained knotted between my shoulder blades.
I guess it’s time to see if I have the balls to wear this getup in public.
Stiffening my bare shoulders, I turned away from the mirror and left the bathroom, stopping just short of barreling into Mallory.
“Jesus, Mal.” My hands found my silk clad hips. “You couldn’t wait in the living room? I told you I’d be out in a minute.”
“Sorry, but you’ve been in there for ages, Frankie.”
Holding my hands out to my sides, I turned in a circle. “Well? What do you think?”
The only woman on the planet I actually trusted appraised me from top to bottom. “Let me see your ass again.”
With a quick turnabout, I wiggled my rear at her and peeked over my shoulder to see if she approved.
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About the Author:R. Brennan is the erotic alter-ego of a published author and a subbie brat with a bitch streak. She works as an IT geek for the state of New York, and is a reformed gaming addict living in the rolling hills of Upstate NY (you know, where it takes a 10 mile drive to buy a gallon of milk and the scent of cows lingers on the breeze).
A busy girl in 2012, R. has an erotic short, Faith’s Gift in the recently released Christmas anthology by Evernight Publishing, VANILLA-FREE CHRISTMAS, and another erotic short, Routine Maintenance in FELT TIPS – a collection of erotic short stories published by Tiffany Reisz and 8th Circle Press with all proceeds going to charity.
The truly brave are welcome to follow her on twitter: @bexbrennan but beware, her tweets are often #NSFW 
Jan 4 2013
It’s here! It’s here!
I’m thrilled to finally be able to offer Succubus Steam, my first official toe-dipping into steampunk and my latest Romance on the Go. A tasty little sin nugget to read at lunch or before bed or anytime!
It’s no secret I’m a fan of historical romances and steampunk allows me to send my characters back to Victorian England but under a new set of rules. If you’ve seen any of my tweets or Six Sentence Sundays snippets, you know a very large automaton named Adam features prominently in the story. He’s not a BOB (battery operated boyfriend) but a SOB (steam operated boyfriend). To my knowledge even modern man has not yet been able to create a marvel such as Adam, and the ability to pull it off with anachronistic steam and clockwork technology? Well, let’s just say I’m glad fiction readers have such elastic imaginations. LOL
A succubus half-breed, such as Violet, who hobnobs with the highest echelons of Victorian London society, is a bride in a difficult marriage of extremes. Any act that wants of propriety, and she would find herself banished to the wilds of Cornwall where her full-blooded succubus sisters live and thrive. Yet she prefers the company of mortals, even if she must occasionally risk her reputation by engaging in discreet sexual liaisons.
When Violet’s great uncle dies and bequeaths her his laboratory and home, she crafts an artificially intelligent automaton named Adam to sate her carnal needs. Her plan is coming along nicely until an incubus from her past, and the unwitting model for her invention, discovers her secret. Violet has good reason to be wary of losing her heart to Lyle, but perhaps Adam is the key to fulfilling all of her desires.
I wake to a pair of deep green eyes staring at me. “Adam?”
A grin blooms on his handsome face. “Adam? Is that what you named him? How biblical of you, Violet.” He straightens and roars with laughter.
On the bed, behind my back, a body stirs to life. I roll over and squeak at the twin of the man I’ve just woken to. “Adam?”
“Yes, my love,” says the male lying next to me.
“Oh, my God!” I sit bolt upright and cover my breasts with the sheets. Now that the sleep scales have fallen from my eyes and my brain, I understand my situation. “Lyle! How did you get in here?”
“Never mind that, you clever girl. What the deuce have you been making?” A few strides of his long legs carry him to the other side of the bed where Adam lies. “Adam? Is that your name?”
Adam sits and turns to me. “Who is this man, Violet, my dearest?
Lyle’s eyes grow wider. “Good Lord, he sounds exactly like … me!” He reaches out a hand and pokes Adam in the cheek. “Not nearly as good-looking though.”
“I am not a lord,” Adam tells Lyle gravely, and I can’t help but snicker at the shocked expression on Lyle’s face. “I belong to Violet. By what name shall I address you?”
“You may call me … Lord Cocksucker,” Lyle says mocking my creation.
Adam laughs, sounding so like the man he was modeled after. “Lord Cocksucker. That is an interesting name. I like to have my cock sucked. Do you?”
Lyle sits on the bed next to Adam. “Oh, yes I do, very much. You’re quite a lucky man if Violet sucks your cock. Does she?”
“Sometimes. Today I fucked her. It was our first time to have sexual intercourse, and I liked it very much. Violet is all any man could ever want in a lover.”
“Yes, I dare say she would be. Lucky you, my friend.”
“Lyle!” Both Lyle and Adam face me, one a pale replica of the other. “Adam, go to sleep now, please.”
“As you wish.” Adam lies supine and closes his eyes.
Lyle’s eyes drift to the tent Adam’s erect penis has created beneath the sheet. He reaches out and wraps a hand around the center pole. “A crude copy but nowhere near as grand as the real thing. Still, I applaud your taste.” He casts a smirk my way. “However, I’m really wondering but one thought at this moment and that’s … why?”
“Why?” I blink and wonder how much I should tell him. Given the extent of what he has discovered, I suppose no further harm can be dealt by sharing the why of Adam.
“Yes, why an inferior copy when you could have the superior original at the snap of your fingers?”
Be Warned: menage sex (MFM), anal sex, Adam is a very large, steam-powered sex toy
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Jan 3 2013
Welcome to my guest today, the wonderful Marie Medina, here to give us the skinny on her latest and greatest. This is book 1 in her Highway series with additional books in the series to come out in a few short weeks.
But first, let’s find out a little bit more about Stand and Deliver:
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Eloise thought being whisked to another dimension by a handsome man would be a fantasy come true, but the gorgeous nobleman in question can’t even make her come. As she tries to figure out how to free herself of him, she begins to notice a masked man following her wherever she goes.
In this world of lords and ladies, should she be afraid when this dashing highwayman rides up and demands that she be delivered into his arms? Her brain tells her to be wary, but her body tells her that the ultimate fantasy might be within reach after all…
Adam watched Eloise closely. They were in one of the bedrooms of the abandoned Trancy manor, which served as Gerard’s home and headquarters. He had tied her, very loosely, to a chair with silk scarves. She’d made no effort to free herself. The looks she’d given him and the heaving of her breasts told him she was aroused, but he could tell she was embarrassed by it and trying to fight it.
“You aren’t screaming or trying to run away, my lady. I believe you’ve been looking forward to this meeting.”
She searched his eyes. “You’re no ordinary highwayman. I know your voice. You must have been at one of Theodore’s parties.”
Though he was glad she at least knew his voice, it bruised his ego a bit she couldn’t properly place it. “You’re right. I have only been a highwayman for a month. And there is only one treasure I have wanted to steal.”
Her eyes widened. “Really?”
He walked over to her and caressed her cheek, enjoying the feel of her trembling. “Yes.”
“There are easier ways to attract a lady’s attention.”
He went down on one knee and cupped her cheek more fully. “Like this?” He captured her lips, taking advantage of her gasp to fully ravish her mouth. She stiffened, but he held fast, and soon she melted in the embrace. She was breathless when he let her go.
The game he was now playing seemed to arouse her even more. “I believe I have your attention now.” He dipped his head down to kiss her neck. Then lower. He tightened his grip on her shoulder as his lips neared her breasts. Her heart pounded in her chest as his lips caressed the tops of the soft mounds. “Are you frightened, my lady?”
“That is a trick question.”
He looked up at her. “Is it?”
“You’re very good at seduction, but you’re also a kidnapper.” She took a labored breath. “And I’m a goddamned fool for not wanting you to stop.”
He laughed, though he could see in her eyes that she was a little afraid, despite her body’s reaction to him. “Perhaps, Eloise, your heart knows you shouldn’t fear me. Don’t be angry at my little deception.” He untied his mask and let it slip from his face.
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Jan 2 2013
Today I have the fifteenth in my “Regrettable Book of the Week™” series. For those of you new to my series, this is 100% parody. You are more than welcome to laugh, snicker and guffaw at my amateurish photoshopping and blurb writing. Bad is good. Good is bad.
This one is a book I actually WANT and plan on writing…soon I hope, but we’ll see.
The Tagline:
She’s not asking what her country can do for her, but instead asking what she can do for her country…over and over again.
The blurb:
The man who owns the love nest next to Dulcie Thomas is a royal hound dog. Literally. As in he’s a sheik from some Arabian country no one’s ever heard of but where the oil-driven GNP has allowed even the poorest citizens to keep swanky penthouse pads in New York City. The guy always shows up with a new beauty in tow–leggy, blonde, big tits, your basic nightmare–sets up house for a few weeks then disappears. The blonde skips off with a new bauble never to be seen again and a week or so later, the cycle begins anew. Disgusting.
Sheik Khalil Ibraham Prashneesh Yolande Mohammed Al-Jaffir, Skippy M to his club friends, has had it with his bitchy next door neighbor. Seems the building will let any riff-raff with a big trust fund take up residency. Skippy will be sure to have a word with Mr. Trompe the next time he sees him. This harridan named Dovey, Daisy, whatever, might not be so bad if she didn’t leave her ridiculous paperback romances on his doorstep. Always about some billionaire playboy sheik. He doesn’t need her romance tips, thank you very much. And if she doesn’t like the books, why does she keep reading them?
The east / west, male / female conflict comes to a head when Dulcie suspects Skippy has terrorist connections. Why else would he be ordering blindfolds, handcuffs, rope and torture devices? Patriot that she is, Dulcie is determined to aid Homeland Security even if that means going undercover beneath one thousand thread count sheets edged in gold filigree. Mata Hari will be nothing but a smudge on history’s pages after Dulcie fulfills her duty…no matter how many times she has to seduce the filthy beast! But at what cost to her heart?
No it’s not Twilight fan fiction! LOL I might need to spring for some new cover art soon or Skippy is going to be giving Jimmy Thomas a run for his money. I think this is his third Regrettable cover so far. He was free when I got him, probably because he’d already been on fifty thousand other covers, most not intentionally regrettable. I love my new font I found though.
Do you have an idea for the next “Regrettable Book of the Week™”? Be sure to share in the comments if so.
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