Sxx BLOG: Exotika

Monday, February 18, 2013

Island Time

Have you ever heard of it? I love to live it and did the past week, which dragged over into today. Hence my late posting for my SNS blog!

Apologies!

I was away last week. Yep, I was a beach bum and loved every minute of it. We stayed on North Captiva Island, only accessible by ferry. Only transportation by golf cart and bike. It was glorious. Meat Man, my hunky guy, surprised me with this trip which was a combo birthday, Xmas and Valentines Day. Those are the kind of gifts I like! As well as diamonds. Does that make me a Diva? Who Cares!

This is a pic of our beach house. The place that set us firmly on island time.

While away, I got thinking about a foodie BDSM story, for a publishers call. I started writing it and the travel home ensued so I had to stop. What happened? Well, being a pantser and all, the story shifted. The hero is like the captain on our ferry boat, tanned, muscled, sun streaked hair pulled back into a pony tail. The heroine, I see her tanned and in a coral bikini (only because I would never dare to wear one!) He's the dom and she's the sub, and I think I know exactly how its gonna play out. Fingers crossed that it works out.

But, on another note! I have a new release coming on Feb 22. Fondled and Gobbled: Going Back for Seconds. It is Volume 2 in the Fondled and Gobbled Ellora's Cave series. V1 came out earlier this month. My story is Keep 'em Coming and here's a sneak peek for you.

Steve and Nick prowled up to her and she swore she could hear them growl low in their throats. Ravyn purred and stared back at them, her dark hair falling over her face. She began to tremble and the closer they got to her the more she shook with anticipation. Within seconds she was meat in a man sandwich.

Blurb

The virgin whose carefully planned hymen removal doesn’t work out the way romance novels told her it would. A busty broad doing what she can to get over her penis anxiety—assisted by a cadre of male strippers. A not-so-bright (and not so “big”) alien who comes to claim his life-mate, and the Earth girl who wants to be claimed at all costs. A cursed, mute shapeshifter who needs to pop his cherry with his unsuspecting fated mate…

If you’re looking for the perfect romance with the perfect hero and heroine—this isn’t it! This series of spoofs, parodies and just-for-fun take-offs is for longtime, hard-core romance readers able to laugh at the clichés, purple prose and “suspend your disbelief” plot devices that haunt our beloved favorite genre.

You can read even more erotic spoofs and goofs in Fondled and Gobbled: Someone Had To Do It.

An Exotika ® erotica anthology from Ellora’s Cave

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Friday, January 18, 2013

Behind the White Towel

It's all about the environment around you that can make it or break it. Or as they say, when in Rome... What would you do if you were surrounded by sexy, naked men....or women...doesn't really matter I suppose, it's the situation.

One thing for sure, I'll never look at white towels in the same way.

Sex clubs have a unique atmosphere unto themselves. I tried to bring that into my story Plus One. It takes place in a sex club tucked in the heart of a city business district. Office buildings surround the club, making it accessible for quickie interludes when the mood strikes.

But on this particular night, it all begins with a girls night out and a pole dance workshop. During research I found the atmosphere heated, scintillating and intimidating at times. But I was captivated. Plus One is a fun and sexy story about a couple that meet, get caught up in the erotica ambiance of the club and find themselves carried away with ... well... you'll have to read it to see.

Plus One Excerpt

“So, what do you think?” Wendy leaned in to him and whispered.

Fucking amazing.” He glanced down at her, his eyes zeroing in on her huge boobs cradled in some sheer fabric that pretended to be a bikini top. He tried not to look like a guy that had never seen tits before.

She laughed and slipped her arm through his, pressing those magnificent breasts against his biceps. “I knew you would like it. So. What do you want to do?”

How the hell did he know? He’d never been to a sex club before. This one was a little more exclusive. Upscale. Set in the heart of the city business district, in an old renovated mansion. It was the last thing you’d expect to see. Wendy and her husband, Conn, were co-owners and he’d known them for years. She’d asked him to come a few times and because he was single, he had to be invited. No single guys allowed. Only couples and single ladies.

He was their plus one tonight. Not that he expected to have sex with them, but was simply their tagalong and he was okay with it.

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