Sunday, February 28, 2010

Easter Egg Hunt

The Long and Short of it Reviews and Whipped Cream Erotic Reviews is hosting an Easter Egg Hunt

Win lots of prizes!
And I'm planning to be part of the fun.
Stay tuned for details!


Thursday, February 25, 2010

Egg-cerpt by Modeska Rose

An Afternoon Tryst by Modeska Rose

I paused in the doorway. Our eyes held for a few seconds, and then he bent to kiss my lips. His kiss was tentative, one that made me want more. He stopped, his eyes searched mine, then strong arms enfolded me, and he kissed me again, this time hard and demanding. His soft moist tongue gently pushed into my mouth, and I relished the slightly minty taste.

"I’ve been waiting so long for that." He nipped at the soft skin below my ear. "God, Marissa."

He took my hand and pulled me into the room and kicked the door shut behind us. I giggled as he enfolded me in his arms, his chest against my back. He continued kissing my neck, and I felt like a school girl on her first date. His hands seemed to be everywhere. He stroked my back, rubbed my arms, then his hand pulled softly through my curly hair. His hard maleness pushed against me. I reached slowly behind me and rubbed him through the stiff denim of his jeans and smiled when he groaned. His hands cupped my large breasts, and I gasped as an electric shock surged from my nipples down my belly.

"You smell sweet enough to eat." He nuzzled my neck, and I fought to breathe as his full lips and moist tongue found that extra sensitive place. I closed my eyes as if I were in a delicious dream, but the sensations spiking through me were definitely real.

I pulled away slightly and fought the urge to open myself completely. I didn’t want to rush.

Back Cover Blurb

Marissa is struggling in her five-year marriage. Her husband seems to have pulled away, and the close intimacy they shared has gone. When she notices Cole in the local grocery store, she is mesmerized. This encounter leads to the beginning of a steamy afternoon affair where he fulfills all of her desires with hot, steamy sex and a rose-petaled bubble bath.

Marissa craves the excitement and closeness she used to share with her husband, but can't let go of Cole who treats her like a rare and precious jewel, giving her everything her marriage is lacking. As she struggles to get through each day, anticipating their next tryst, Marissa knows that she must resolve this dilemma.

Will she cling to Cole for the excitement he gives her, or is Marissa’s love for her husband strong enough to recapture the intimacy and closeness she longs for in her marriage?

Or can she have both?

This wickedly naughty story has a surprise ending.

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Tuesday, February 23, 2010

New Review for Banished Scoundrel

Reviewer: Cassie/Lupa

From You Gotta Read Reviews

"Anita Philmar has created a fantasy world that is rich with detail and imagination. The characters are fantastic and will have you cheering, crying and hoping for a happy ending as you read. This story is a great addition to any fantasy/paranormal lovers library."

Sunday, February 21, 2010

Ice Man Egg-cerpt

Ice Man
Copyright © KyAnn Waters, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

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Ice Man
Book 1 in the Blood Slaves series.

Feeding and sex go hand in hand when you're a blood slave to a vampire. It's like a drug and Rowan is hooked. With the vampire Theron, Rowan has never wanted for more than his next fix. Until he meets Brett. Brett is hot, the sex is incredible and he's human.

Brett is looking for kinky sex when he goes to the Catacombs, an exclusive fetish club for men. Flair bartender Rowan, also known as Ice Man, is sexy and mysterious. Brett isn't ready to complicate his life with a lover outside the Catacombs and Rowan isn't interested in club-scene sex but coming together and giving in never felt so good.

Rowan's dark secret could destroy everything. He must never allow Brett to learn of his symbiotic relationship with the vampire. He has to choose--tell Brett the truth or remain a blood slave. He can only hope that Brett will trust in love enough to forgive him.

An Excerpt From: ICE MAN

Blood surged into his cock. Cool mist bathed his warm flesh and sent shivers down his spine. Drugging euphoria clouded his mind and his limbs grew heavy. He felt as if he melted into the bed beneath him. Some said the pleasure of feeding was like the high of a hallucinogenic drug. Pulsing erotic energy thrummed through his body. Scorching heat raged through his veins. Soaring higher, his cock grew longer--harder. He not only offered the blood in his veins, but also his aroused body. Maybe feeding was a drug. Without will to refuse, he'd certainly become an addict.

Whispered voices surrounded him. Hands caressed his torso. Faceless touches in the blackened room. His stomach quivered under their seeking hands. Fingers pinched his nipples, twisting until the sting had him moaning. His hips thrust into the blackness. He ached for relief from the delirium of intense pleasure.

Cool breath stirred against his throbbing cock. His essence oozed from the slit and trickled down the length. Moist, cold suction surrounded his cock head.

"Yes," he hissed through his teeth. His jaw clenched and his back arched off the bed. He needed more. Firm lips worked down his shaft, sucking him deep into the chilled cavernous depths of his lover's mouth. Heat pooled in his balls.

Strong fingers circled the base and tightened. Teeth scraped along the length as his faceless lover took more of his cock between those cold, soft lips. His heart pounded. Blood roared through his ears and sweat beaded on his brow. He wet his dry lips with his tongue, anticipating the high.

The cold mouth on his cock continued to slurp him into his throat, sucking him off and grazing him with teeth, just to the point of biting. Another cold tongue swiped his hard, pebbled nipple. The sensation nearly made him come.

Leather straps cinched on his ankles and anchored him to the bed. Although he could still buck against the delicious tongue lashing at his balls and cock. His arms, stretched above his head, were bound to the headboard. He could grasp the wrought iron bars, but couldn't pull free. The bed dipped on the left and another cold tongue traced the seam of his mouth and parted his lips. He was powerless to refuse the invasion. He opened and savored the dark flavor of his unknown master.

The kiss ended. Someone combed his bangs from his face. A tender caress traced the brows over his eyes and cupped his whiskered cheek. Warmth.

Theron. Powerful, dominant. And Rowan Huntington was a slave to him.

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Saturday, February 20, 2010

Egg-cerpt by Author Lynne Roberts

After Hours

Elle Simpson doesn’t deny that the new intern is sexy as hell but he’s also ten years her junior--and she doesn’t date men from the office. Of course, dating isn’t what comes to mind when David Nelson enters a room. When Elle’s boss assigns her to work an important account, she’s thrilled—until David volunteers to help. Working one on one with her desirable new assistant is bound to test the limits of her restraint.

Everything about Elle, from her professional savvy to her hot body, turns David on, but first he has to unravel her mixed signals. After a few late nights alone with Elle in the office, David is at the end of his tether. It was hard enough during the day; keeping his hands off her after hours is proving impossible.
Some men simply walk across a room, but not David.

Elle Simpson watched from her office as the new intern, his hips moving in a predatory roll, strolled to the copier and stood with his back toward her. No, not David.

She felt the color rise in her cheeks as her gaze traced his body, from the dark hair just curling at the nape of his neck, past wide shoulders, to the dangerous-looking narrow hips and an ass made for grabbing. Her body warmed and her inner thighs began to tingle.

David turned, as though he could sense her scrutiny, and flashed a smile that could short-circuit a city. Hell, it certainly did a number on her. Elle swallowed, hiding behind a noncommittal nod, and hoped she gave the impression she was too busy for pleasantries. Damn. She needed to be more careful.

After many years with the company, she’d earned her reputation as a dependable, hardworking, no-nonsense kind of woman. She grimaced. What would her fellow employees think if they knew every time David Nelson walked in the room, Elle’s synapses stopped firing as all the blood left her head to settle between her legs? She shifted on her chair and the friction caused her pussy to ache, reminding her of its neglected state.

Evidently finished with the copier, David gathered his papers and walked back to his cubicle. Elle tilted her head to better watch him walk down the hall. A damn sexy man. Perhaps he’d been born with some sort of exclusive hip design. It would explain the fluidity of movement.
Elle shrugged. One thing was certain—when David walked into a room, or out of it, he had her undivided attention. She didn’t think he was trying to be sexy, or if he was, the effort had become, well...effortless. There was just something in the way those well-oiled hips moved that made her wonder what else they could do.

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Friday, February 19, 2010

Egg-cerpt from Boss with Benefits

Boss With Benefits


Hot Honolulu bachelor Jack Sloane has finally fallen in love. Problem is, he can't find his woman--a mysterious beauty who showed up after-hours at his Waikiki office is nowhere to be found. Worse, she doesn't seem interested in a repeat of the erotic night they spent together. The one person who can help him find his heart's desire is his frumpy secretary.

Dowdy office wallflower Keely St. John has no intention of fanning her gorgeous boss's flame. It's bad enough she's spent the last three months fantasizing about him. To make things even more complicated, her “sister” spent one lusty night with the island tycoon! When Jack finds out Keely's secret, she could lose more than just her job and a Boss With Benefits.


How could he forget his keys?

Jack was glad that his secretary hadn’t locked up and left the office yet.

He stopped dead in his tracks.

Standing in his office was a delicious-looking woman who stared straight back at him with a dazzling pair of inky-lashed green eyes that tilted exotically at the corners. Chestnut hair shot with sunlight tumbled in vivid contrast around the blue denim jacket that she wore over a skimpy top.

Jack frowned, noting a vague resemblance to his secretary.

Yet…other than sharing similar height and possibly hair color, there was nothing definitive that he could quite pin down. “Keely?”

Her mini-skirt hung low on shapely hips and its funky frayed hem rippled against luscious golden thighs. Jack shook his head slowly.

“Definitely not my secretary,” Jack murmured the comical thought that flashed through his addled brain. This woman might be a cousin, niece, or sister, but no way did those legs belong to the quiet office mouse who worked the front desk!

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Wednesday, February 17, 2010

Egg-cerpt for The Sin Eater's Prince

The Sin Eater's Prince, Keta Diablo
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About The Sin Eater's Prince:

Owen Rhys, the sin eater of his village in Wales , has been shunned by the local villagers his entire life--except by Andras Maddock, the local physician. In love with the one man he thinks will never return that love, Owen is shocked when Andras saves him from death at the hands of a vampire and admits he cares deeply for Owen.

Dagan, son of Traherne, the vampire Andras killed to save Owen, will stop at nothing to avenge his father’s death and obtain the Prince of Wales’s mystic sword from Andras. The divine claymore holds the power to grant immunity from the sun’s harsh rays—the one exemption the dark Lords of the Underworld has sought for centuries.

Star-crossed love, sorcery, and bloodlust collide on a vengeful path where only one side can remain victorious.

Revenge and redemption

Dark versus light

Good versus evil

The Sin Eater’s Prince

Set-up and Excerpt:

Owen, the sin eater, has just discovered the man he loves, Andras, is a vampire. He thumbs through his father's history books to learn more about the undead.

An innate sense of curiosity drew Owen to the hearth, and specifically to the nearby wooden crate. Shortly after his father passed, he’d relegated the man’s meager possessions and his collection of cherished books to the trunk and hadn’t looked at the contents since. If memory served him, he’d find not only several volumes on Welsh history, but another on legend and lore of Wales .

Removing the lid from the crate, he sorted through the books until he found what he searched for, Demons and Other Mystical Creatures of Wales. Thumbing through the pages quickly, he found the chapter entitled Lords of the Underworld: Vampyres.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and scanned the page, his eyes settling on a passage in the middle: The vampyre is the most dreaded and feared creature of the supernatural world. He’s not only obtained immortality, but has the ability to alter his appearance, fly through the night sky, and traverse the ground under the guise of the wolf or a wisp of smoke. After seducing his victims through hypnotic measures or mind control, the vampyre will drain them of their blood thereby bolstering his strength and power. A vampyre might possess beauty beyond one’s imagination or be hideously marked.

Owen’s heart launched into a triple beat and a fine bead of sweat broke out on his forehead. The mouth is thought to be the way the soul leaves the body, and also the way evil spirits are allowed to enter. If one has slain a vampyre in Wales , it is advised the mouth be stuffed with a consecrated object or stitched shut and sprinkled with holy water.

Owen turned the page with an acute sense of trepidation and read his third and final passage: Spiritual vampyres draw the life energy from their victims and at times, their very souls. This species of vampyre does not merely feed on blood but the victim’s essence in order to survive.

He slammed the book shut, tossed it back into the crate and replaced the lid. Then he rose and paced the cottage, the words from the tome tumbling through his head. He didn’t need to read the passages to know Maddock was a vampire; the man had admitted it. What he wouldn’t give to have known Andras before he arrived in Pembrokeshire. Had he always possessed such unearthly beauty or had he accrued it since Traherne turned him?

And what species of long tooth was Traherne? Had he not only fed on Andras’s blood, but sucked the very soul from the man? Andras, soulless? Nay, it could not be. He’d witnessed innumerable acts of compassion from the man while ministering to the sick, watched his eyes flood with empathy when they passed into the other world.

His intestines wound their way into a reef knot. Had Maddock played him false with his words of coveting him from afar and holding a place for him in his heart? Were those the words of a demon possessed of hypnotic capabilities or the words of a man who cared deeply?

The questions festered and churned until Owen knew only one thing: Maddock was a very dark and very beautiful vampire.

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Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Are You Ready for Some Egg-cerpts

With New Orleans' winning the super bowl, I've already started the fun but there is more to come.

Be sure to check in regularly for some hot egg-cerpts from my friends.


Tuesday, February 9, 2010

Signing Off

With the release of Banished Scoundrel, I'm no longer needed here.

Best get going and let Anita have her site back.

I have much better things to do in Ardenia.

I had fun,


Monday, February 8, 2010

Egg-cerpt for Banged Up

Blurb for BANGED UP:

Two scarred souls: one physically, one mentally. Both on the mend, hiding from their pasts…

Mace Walker can’t wait to get home.

Being buried deep undercover for the past two years, on the most complex case of his career, has torn him down physically and mentally. Now the FBI agent has come home to recover after having his leg badly injured from a gunshot wound. Arriving home late one night, his relief is short-lived as he’s faced with a stranger pointing a gun to his head, acting like he is the one who doesn’t belong there!

Colby Parks, a biochemist at the local university, had come to town a year earlier to escape an abusive relationship. She vows never to put herself in that situation again.

Then the perfect opportunity comes along: house-sitting for Mace’s sister while making the house she purchased habitable. But she couldn’t anticipate this big snag: the one wearing the tight Levi’s and worn leather jacket, looking like he had just escaped prison.

Being forced to share a house creates sparks between them in more ways than one. However, things take a turn when their pasts catch up to them, threatening to pull them apart forever.

Chapter One


Relief flooded over Mace Walker as he twisted the key in the lock, gave the front door a shove, and stepped over the threshold. Finally home. About time.

Time to heal.

The foyer was dark, but he didn’t need to hit the light switch. Even being gone for as long as he had been, he still knew the house well enough. He made his way to the stairs and set down his bags. Those two small duffels didn’t hold much evidence of his life for the past couple of years. Just some toiletries and a few basic items of clothing.

As he straightened, the foyer lit up, blinding him for a second. He blinked when a young voice rang out from the top of the steps. “Hold it right there! Put your arms up and back away from the stairs.”

What the fuck?

Mace had expected to see his sister bounding down the stairway of his two-story colonial, excited after not seeing her brother for the past two years. Actually, more like one year, eleven months and fifteen days. Not that he was counting. But instead, he stared up into the deadly eye of a Glock. And from his viewpoint it looked like a model 23, a .40 caliber. A compact but still a decent sized gun in a very small, very uneasy hand. Instantly, the hairs on the back of his neck rose.

Damn. He’d dealt with crime bosses and their flunkies--from drug to porno rings--and had managed to survive. Now he was going to be killed by some measly punk he surprised while burglarizing his house? The cruel irony made him want to laugh. Instead, he did as he was instructed. With caution, he raised his hands above his head before stepping back toward the middle of the foyer. He avoided standing directly under the light, trying to get a better view of the top of the steps. But he didn’t have much success; the upstairs hallway and the upper section of the stairway were hidden in shadows.

If he played his cards right, this little situation would be under his control in no time at all. He just had to keep the kid calm and make the skinny punk believe he was the one in command. From experience, Mace knew the Glock didn’t have a conventional safety. All the kid had to do was pull the trigger and pull it again and again until all the rounds in the clip emptied into Mace’s body. And from what he could see in the limited light, the kid’s fingers were twitching from nervousness.

Not a good sign.

Where had a young punk gotten an expensive handgun like that? It certainly hadn’t been in the house. And if it had been, it would have been locked up in the gun safe.

If only he could see the boy’s face. He needed to see the eyes. Without seeing his eyes, Mace couldn’t even begin to predict what the kid would do.

“Don’t you dare move or I’ll blow your face off!” The kid’s voice raised an octave, making him sound more and more like ... a girl.

Tension ran through Mace’s body as the person started down the steps. At first he could see bare toes, a slim calf, then another. His gaze flicked to the gun, before returning to the shapely naked thighs which couldn’t belong to a kid--no way. Especially not a boy. Those smooth legs definitely belonged to a woman--and he couldn’t wait to see the rest of her. So far, the view almost made it worth being held at gunpoint. Almost.

He was disappointed when an oversized T-shirt--shit, was that Marmaduke on it?--blocked his view of creamy flesh. His arms were tired, his leg throbbed painfully, and his patience was wearing thin. But he still wasn’t going to move, since he had no idea who this woman descending the stairs was. His curiosity piqued when she stepped down into the light, which highlighted her long, curly red hair and made her wide, green--glaring--eyes sparkle and snap.

A twitch shot through his lower stomach and landed in his groin. Fear or pain didn’t make him suck in his breath. It was her unrestricted breasts bobbing under the cotton shirt with each step she took. Her nipples stood out like two beacons under the worn cotton. Jesus.

He had to clear his throat twice before he could ask her, “Are you robbing this house, dressed like that?”


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Sunday, February 7, 2010

Enjoying Dr. Raven

Let me just say the Doctor is hot.

Just to watch her lick her lips hypnotized me. Need raced down my body and pooled in my groin on seeing her moist tongue.

Every thought of taking it slow fled from my mind.

She must of felt the same way because she moved her mouth to within a breath of mind. “I believe we both want the same things.”

I stared into her hazel eyes, golden flakes twinkled at me, begging for me to take her.

How could I refuse?

I dove for her lips.

The warm wet flavor of her mouth rode against my tongue. Velvet skin caressed my hands on their trip over her ass. The rough texture of her lace panties interfered with my pleasure and I tore them from her hips.

She groaned, and the light suction of her mouth pulled need up from my toes.

My cock on fire, pure male instincts kicked in, and I drove my hips forward.

Her mouth broke away from mine and I scooped her up into my arms to lay her in the center of her bed.

My gaze fell to the raven curls covering her mound. She shifted her legs farther apart and ran her hands over her thighs. Long black nails scraped the inside of her legs and stopped at her wet entrance. One finger dipped inside.

Silently I thanked Anita for setting up this meeting.

Yet, I had to leave the Doctor in bed to write this silly blog.

Well, everyone, I'm having fun.

Now, I need to get back to the lady so let's just end it here.


Saturday, February 6, 2010

Egg-cerpt Rip Cord

BLURB for RIP CORD (a m/m novella) a Phaze "Rebel" Heatsheet:

Gil Davis had hated high school. Ever the geek, he had no intentions of attending his 10th year class reunion. The last thing he wants is to relive the taunting and teasing he received during his teenage years. However there is one thing he missed from high school: the star Varsity football player. The one he had a crush on since the first day he laid his eyes on him. But the last thing he expects is the now pro football player to come back to their home town to attend a lame high school reunion. Known as the Bad Boy of the NFL, Ripley “Rip” Cord, not only shows up, but shows up without a date and an eye for Gil.

RIP CORD is Phaze's #1 Bestseller for December!



Gil Davis couldn’t believe it had been ten years since he’d last walked through these doors. Where had the time gone?

When the invitation to his class reunion had come, he almost tossed it out, just as he had with the notice of his fifth year reunion.

He was not into reliving his high school years.

No way, no how.

But something on the invitation had caught his eye… this time they were holding it at the school. So instead of immediately pitching it, he had thrown the invitation on his kitchen table. Unfortunately, Katie, his best friend and roommate, found it and hounded him relentlessly until he agreed to RSVP.
And, of course, Katie insisted on being his date.

Which thrilled him to no end… Not.

Now he wasn’t so sure if he wanted to go in.

He wasn’t sure he was ready for a night of teasing from his former schoolmates.

Yet, here he stood, just inside the double doors of his old high school staring at the registration table by the gymnasium doors.

Someone grabbed his elbow. Firmly.

“You’re not chickening out are you?”

Gil just shook his head and swallowed hard. “Did you find the restroom all right?”

“Fine,” Katie said in her little no-nonsense tone. “Let’s go.”

The harder she tugged on his arm, the more he dug in his heels. He didn’t want to leave his little corner of safety yet. “Hold on.”

“No, Gil. It’s not going to get any easier. You look fine. We’ve – okay, I’ve worked really hard to get you to this point.” She smoothed the hair back from his eyes. Gil was surprised she hadn’t spat on her fingers first like a hovering mother hen.

The problem was, he was still a nerd at heart.

“Now, get your shit together and let’s go!” She gave his arm one last hard yank and dragged him over to the table.

Sucking in a breath, he steeled himself for what was to come.

The two women sitting at the table wore big predatory smiles.

“Gilbert? Gilbert Davis is that you?” the toothy piranha on the right asked. “I swear I didn’t recognize you without your bottle-bottom glasses and pocket protector.”

Those glasses were long gone thanks to Katie dragging him years ago to the optometrist for contacts.

Gil leaned forward to read her name tag. Bonnie (Trusk) Smith.

Bonnie Trusk. He remembered her. She had been part of the Homecoming Court their senior year.

And had accidentally run over his foot one day in the parking lot with her Eddie Bauer Explorer. Why? Her excuse had been she hadn’t seen him. Yeah, he had been the invisible man, “invisible” to all of the popular kids.

“Just Gil,” he corrected her.

She laughed and waved a hand toward him, clearly dismissing him.

The other woman, Patti Petroski-Harrison, shoved a “Hello! My name is… Gilbert Davis” sticker at him. “And your hair! It looks…” Gil expected the next word out of her mouth to be “normal.” Her face showed her internal struggle. “Nice.”

He was a geek. He knew it. He had been one ever since he could remember. And his classmates had always teased him about it.

She sized up Katie. “Are you his wife?”

Katie laughed and patted Gil’s arm. “Oh, no.”

Gil gave her a quick warning look.

Katie just gave him a sugary smile and a noisy kiss on the cheek.

“Well then,” Patti said. “When you go through the doors, Gilbert, there will be a table with place settings. Find your name and that will tell you where you’re seated.”

“Just Gil,” he corrected again, but by then both women were flashing their beaming smiles at another couple who had come up behind them.

Katie tugged him to the side to avoid being crushed by the new arrivals’ hugging and squealing. Gil didn’t recognize the newcomers. But then they had probably been a part of the “in” group.

Gil had been a full-fledged member of the “out” group, but not the “out of the closet” group.

A woman’s shrill scream shot a bolt of pain through his head.

“Did you hear Rip Cord is going to be here? Can you believe it?” the one called Patti asked, her question ending in a squeal. She looked as if she would bust a vein.

Gil stumbled back a step from the table, barely avoiding Katie’s toes.

Holy hell, he never should have agreed to come to this thing. Especially if he’d known Rip would be here.

Gil had a crush on Rip since high school. Unfortunately, Rip was definitely of the heterosexual persuasion. Being captain of the football team, he’d had every girl in school chasing after him, one way or another.

So he’d admired the well-built, handsome jock from afar. Very afar.

Hearing Rip’s name brought all those old feelings back to the surface.

All the insecurities.

Gil certainly had never expected his secret crush to come back to town for a ten-year class reunion. Rip had become way too famous for that.

Gil grabbed Katie’s arm and, with her squeaky protest, dragged her through the double doors into the gym.

“Jesus, Gil. What’s going on?” she asked as he pushed her against the wall just inside the doors.

“Did you hear that?” He struggled not to hyperventilate.

“What?” Katie peeled the backing off of Gil’s name tag and slapped it onto his chest. Not so gently either.

“Rip is going to be here.”

“Rip?” She wrinkled her nose. “What the hell is rip?”
“Not what. Who!” Gil swallowed hard and blew out a long breath. He realized then he was squeezing her upper arms. Way too hard. He relaxed his fingers.

“Okay, okay. Calm down. And let up a little more please.”

He released her and wiped his sweaty palms along his slacks. He never should have worn slacks. Slacks were nerd-wear.

Why didn’t Katie talk him out of wearing them? He should have worn torn jeans or leather pants or --

“So is Rip a band? I would’ve thought they just would’ve hired a DJ. It’s cheaper.”

“Wait. What?” Gil shook his head. “First of all, why would they need music?”

Katie pointed a finger upwards. “Hear that, nerd-o? Music. You know, it creates atmosphere and gives you something to dance to.”

“Dance?” Gil swallowed hard. He cocked his head. He did hear music. He hadn’t noticed it because he’d been too panicked about Rip being there. “Okay, just don’t ask me to dance.”

“No can do, Gilly. We will be dancing. I didn’t come along to be a wallflower.”

“Katie, you know I can’t dance,” he hissed inches from her face.

She had the nerve to laugh. As if his lack of rhythm was something to laugh about. His coordination left something to be desired. Gil considered it a handicap – maybe not one recognized by the government. But no one should make fun of the handicapped!

Gil frowned. “I didn’t see anything on the invitation about dancing.”

Katie sighed. “Gilly, don’t worry, we’ll fake it.”

“Don’t call me Gilly here. It’s bad enough people will be calling me Gilbert.”

“Okay, Gil. So if Rip isn’t a band then who or what is it?”

A low murmur throughout the room behind him caused Gil to look up. Coming through the doors…

Gil pressed a hand to the wall to steady himself. His legs had suddenly lost all strength.

Coming through the doors was…

“Him,” was all Gil could get past the lump in his throat.

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Friday, February 5, 2010

Banished Scoundrel Released Today


Known scoundrel Jack Avery must earn the queen's forgiveness by rescuing her missing daughter from the human world. His sources reveal the Princess Noelani is being held by a powerful man who likes a good game of chance. So with twenty borrowed pieces of gold Jack enters the high-stakes game. Only the lady he encounters is no princess. This pretty Kitty makes him want to hear her purr.

Under a memory spell, Kitty recalls nothing before the governor bought her from her parents and offered her protection from those he claims would kill her kind. So what if, in order to control her, he forces Kitty to morph then deprives her of sexual release after transformation. But the crafty card player she is assigned to “entertain” reveals himself as a kindred spirit—a shape shifter—and unravels the lie she’s been forced to live.

Together Jack and Kitty risk it all, for the stakes are high and the prize is worth it...freedom, forgiveness, love.

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Thursday, February 4, 2010

On The Threshold of Adventure

Tomorrow, Banished Scoundrel will be released and life will be good.

I have a special meeting with Dr. Raven at

Come by tomorrow and see how I charm the lady.

She won't know what hit her after meeting me.


Wednesday, February 3, 2010

How Did I Miss

Posting on this day?

This blogging shit is harder than I thought.

Glad I only have a few more days to go.


Monday, February 1, 2010

Credit Crunch Valentine Present Ideas

Today we have visiting with us Victoria Blisse with tips on how to make Valentine's Day a holiday we can afford.

Hi Anita,

Times are tough for all of us right now and as Valentine's day comes round I am sure you're wondering about how to treat your special someone without breaking the bank. Well I am here to tell you that the most touching gifts are ones that are from the heart and these presents don't have to cost the earth! Here are a few ideas to get your creative juices flowing.

Write a love letter

For this you might need to purchase some nice looking writing paper or a blank card but if you shop around you can buy good looking paper/greeting cards very reasonably! My top tip is to check in markets as they often have the best prices and a large selection. Don't wander into a large chain store type shop unless you can afford to pay that bit more as you will just get frustrated when you look through all the lovely cards and you realise you can't afford them.

When choosing a pen to write your love letter with make sure it is full of ink and isn't going to run out on you at any moment! Writing in colour is always sweet but bear in mind that poison pen letters are often written in red and it can be seen as quite an angry and harsh colour. Make sure it is comfortable for you to write with and don't try using a cartridge pen if you're used to a ballpoint. It might sound romantic in theory but a letter covered in ink blots is not that sexy. Try scribbling on a spare piece of paper to check your pen is OK then you're ready to write!

When you sit down to write your letter be in a relaxed state of mind. It might help to have a photo of your lover or some other memento to look at for inspiration. Don't force it just write how you feel. It doesn't need to be Shakespearian in its grandness; the whole idea of a love letter is that it comes from the heart. If all you want to write is "I love you with all my heart" then that's all you need to write. If you are more inclined to go on for a few pages then do so. Write as much or as little as feels right.

Content wise try to keep to your own words. If you quote someone else, give them credit for it. It is not going to impress your dearly beloved if they find the heartfelt letter they received was actually composed by some dead guy to his wife several centuries before! Again I stress the most important point; a love letter is from the heart. Be sincere and true to your feelings and give your lover something they can keep to remind them of you.

Ladies, if you fancy adding a little squirt of perfume to your letter then feel free but please spray the letter from arms length as you do not want to knock your lover out with potent perfume fumes as he opens his letter!

Make a scrap book

All you need is an exercise book OR several pieces of paper hole punched and strung together. Once you have your book decorate the front and back cover in any way you like! Collage images from newspapers and magazines over it, use stickers or wrapping paper or just draw. This is your present to your lover; you decide what you want to do with it.

The contents can be whatever you want too. Photos, love letters, famous (and relevant) love quotes, pictures you've drawn, a page of graffiti all based around the "I luv u" variety you used to cover your books in at school, poetry... the list goes on.

I made one for my husband when we were first together. In mine I added a few pages of love quotes from various Terry Pratchett books because we are both big Discworld fans. I put in a few quotes from songs that reminded me off him in along with some pictures, a graffiti page and an introduction. It took me a long time but I was very pleased with it when I finished and my husband still has it now.

Fill your book with what you know your lover will love and you just can't go wrong!


This option can be time consuming, especially if you decide to do a lot of drawing and writing yourself. Make sure you start it a while before you need to present it as a gift, you don't want to have to rush it to be able to present it in time do you?

Ok hold onto your hats folks now we're getting into the sexy adult suggestions.Give your lover something sextra special this year!


No, I'm not talking gift vouchers for your local department store I am talking sexy love vouchers. Hundreds of Ecard sites have these online, you can even find them to print out online too or you can simply type or write your own.

All it has to be is a slip of paper which gives details of a treat your lover can claim from you. They can range from the cute and practical to the seriously sexy and can be redeemed whenever your partner feels like it.

Voucher suggestions:

*An hour long all over body massage.

*Butterfly kisses to be placed wherever your lover wants them!

*A meal cooked by you and the washing up done by you too.

*A night of passion!

*Acting out a kinky fantasy of their choosing.

You can be as saucy as you like and you can give as many different vouchers as you like! A cute little extra to slip inside the valentine card you send to your love.

Sexy Lotto

This idea is a step up from the last. It involves the same kind of vouchers but this time you write lots of them, suitable for both you and your partner to carry out. You place some of these vouchers in a hat or a pot or a bowl (fold them up especially if they're going in a see through container) and then take it in turns to draw out a piece of paper then carry out that action on/to or for your lover!

Similar suggestions as before apply but you can get a bit more explicit this time!

*perform oral sex on partner for 10 minutes.

*Give your partner 10 spanks to the bare bottom.

*kiss your partner for 5 minutes anywhere but on the lips.

*Do a slow sexy strip to the music of your choice.

*Tell your lover a fantasy of yours in explicit detail.

See I told you! This suggestion can be as sexual as you like. Add things you and your partner will feel comfortable doing, you do not want to embarrass them after all, you want to get them horny baby, yeah! (Oops dropped into Austin Power Mode there)

Make sure you have some time to yourself for this. You don't want children/flatmates walking in on you whilst playing this game! Also you want to feel totally relaxed and comfortable; worrying about keeping the noise down in case mother hears will not enhance the experience!

Erotic Ebook

Pop over to and browse through the many titles I have on offer. My eBooks start from just a few dollars each and I can guarantee the hotness of each and every one of them. This would be an especially good present for lovers with eBook readers but you don't need one to enjoy an electronic book you can read them on your PC and laptop too!

Sexy Photos

This will work best if your love is at work on Valentine's Day or somewhere other than in the house with you. Take some sexy photographs of yourself with a digital camera. They can be as graphic as you like. Please remember though if you're sending them to your partner whilst he/she is at work that he/she could get into trouble for looking at very explicit photos in the workplace! All they need to do is titillate. A picture of you in some seriously sexy lingerie (hey I'm talking to you too boys!) or just a picture of your lips or a shot of your cleavage or your "bulge" inside your jeans. Get creative and take a shot you know will get your lover erm, "interested".

Then send your picture via email or text message to your loved one.

If you're not sure about how to do it then try sending it to yourself first until you get it to work. It is better to do this than to send the photo to the wrong person or not managed to attach the right photo to your email. That could cause all kinds of confusion!

Now you have your picture ready to send you need to think of a suitable titillating subject line and/or message text.

A simple "Happy Valentines Day" will suffice, I am sure the picture will then speak for itself BUT be as creative as you like! Or if you really want to mess with their minds just send a typical chatty email and have your sexy picture attached, cheeky and fun and who knows? You might get spanked for it later if you are lucky.

I hope these give you some ideas of how to treat your lover without having to spend a fortune. I'd love to read all your ideas too so please leave them in a comment so we can all share in your inspirational ideas!

Thank you, Victoria, for your creative ideas.

And here's an excerpt from her book "Getting Intimate."

I could not believe it had been six months or so that I’d been putting myself through the gym torture. Granted, I felt better for it. I was more flexible and filled with energy but I was not seeing my curves fall away in any significant manner. And of course, the curves that were going were the ones I wanted to keep! My bra had gone down a size and my hips seemed to have shrunk, but no amount of concentration seemed to make my podge of a belly disappear.
I persevered though, mostly because of John and partly because of mum. She had bought me the stupid gym pass in the first place and I’ve always been told it’s rude not to accept a present graciously.

It wasn’t so bad. At least the gym held good memories for me and with John around I always had someone to talk to while working my bum off. I could look at him lustfully, too and then take him home to have my wicked way with. Although he was perfectly capable of having his wicked way too, come to think of it. He might have been a virgin when we first met, something I still found unbelievable, but he soon got the hang of things. And oh, he was imaginative. He kept me satisfied but paradoxically that only made me want him more. I wanted to find out all the ways we could orgasm together.

I was lost in lurid fantasy as I pushed the door of the gym open. The usual mix of sweat and antiperspirant products mixed with hot plastic and rubber greeted me as I walked in. That was not what surprised me. What did surprise me was seeing my John talking to the stick insect.

It was a gym. The place was filled with lean, mean, perfectly-formed female bodies but there was one I disliked more than all the others put together. I’d discovered from the simpering of her friends and her personal trainer’s barked instructions that her name was Sam. But in my mind she remained the stick insect. She was as thin as a rail and beautiful with it. She had bright, natural blonde hair and sparkling eyes, and although I beat her hands down in the cleavage department hers were pert and always peeped out the top of whatever sports ensemble she was wearing. Men would literally drool down them when talking to her.

Jealous? Me? Well okay, maybe I was just a little bit. She was everything I wasn’t. She was effortlessly gorgeous and instantly charming. Most of the men in the gym wanted to fuck her and half of the women too, but up until that moment I was sure that my John barely even realised she existed. He loved big women, real women. He adored my curves and he told me that at every possible moment. He begged me never to lose them and I told him I couldn’t if I tried. And boy, was I trying.
But at that moment my world shattered. I couldn’t hear what was being said over the noise of the packed gym but her eyes were full of lust and he was pointedly not looking at her. Why on earth would you not meet the gaze of a person, unless you were trying to hide something or you were feeling guilty about something? I saw exactly what a moment later, when she covered my John’s strong hand with her own thin, little dainty one and squeezed. He looked up at her then and smiled. She walked away.

I was stunned. My John had been captured by the stick insect.

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Thanks again Victoria,


Valentine? Really?
Anita told me about this post but I couldn't believe women really would go to all this trouble for their boyfriends/husband.
But hey, I've never been in a serious relationship so what do I know.

I like the idea of sex vouchers - I usually have to pay for such fun.

But ladies if you want to give it away.

Call me,