Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Don't Forget


To add a little sexy fun to your celebration of the end of 2011.

Spend the end of 2011 in the tub with your lover.
Open a bottle of bubbly every night before the end of the year.
Celebrate another year together by giving your lover flowers.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Vegetable Fun


We've all heard the joke about how a cucumber is better than a man.
True or false, they can add a new twist to the game.
Give one a try.
Anita

Monday, December 19, 2011

A Shower AnyOne?





A shower sprayer can be used in many ways to add a little fun. Not only can it relax tired muscles but it can also excited intimate ones.

Aimed at the right place, you can have a very rewarding shower.

Have fun,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Sunday, December 18, 2011

Latest Release - Hog-Tied and Branded


Only at Amazon -- Hog-Tied and Branded

Blurb - Suzi Calworth has to find the courage to face the man she loves and tell him she’s pregnant with another man’s child.

Clint Malone loves Suzi and regrets driving her away. Yet, can he tell her the truth about himself and risk losing her forever?

Can they both find the strength to reveal their secrets and let love heal their heartache?

Excerpt -


With a quick lunge, Clint caught her wrist and stopped her retreat. “Rumor has it that you’re thinking about not renewing my contract on your land.” His face, at the same level as hers because of his position on the stairs, held a worried frown. “I need to know if it’s true so I can start looking for a new place to run my cattle.”

Anger flashed through Suzi along with disappointment, and she started to shake. What made her think he’d apologize for how things ended between them and want to reconcile?

No, as always his only concern was for his damn cows.

“Well, I’ll tell you the same thing I told Mr. Perkins when he asked me. I haven’t decided, but when I do, I’ll let you both know.” She lifted her hand to dislodge his grip and his hand fell away, only to land at her waist.

He stepped up in front of her and held her close. “God, I’ve missed you.” His gaze burned with a fire that shot heat straight to her core. “Don’t get mad. I need a taste.”

Warm lips settled over hers, soft and inviting, brushing repeatedly against her mouth, demanding entrance until she couldn’t hold out any longer and had to surrender.

Now available at Amazon - http://www.amazon.com/Hog-Tied-and-Branded-ebook/dp/B006JGFCNO/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1323361988&sr=1-1

For only $1.49 or check it out at the Kindle Lending Library.


Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Friday, December 16, 2011

Special Guest - Lori Toland



First let's learn a little about Lori

CEO by day, erotic romance writer by night, Lori Toland lives in Orlando where the summers are hot but the romance between her characters is even hotter. Writing since the tender age of 13, Lori somehow finds time to play video games and watch movies while taking care of her beloved cats and a husband who will forever be her hero.

http://loritoland.com/
http://loritoland.livejournal.com/


Now let's find out the Best Soul Seduction Gifts for the Year and how to Seduce the Soul


Happy holidays! The holidays are all right around the corner and what’s most on people’s minds is what can I buy for others or for myself to make this an awesome season. So I’ve come up with a list of the best Soul Seduction gifts:

1. Soul Seduction:  Well, duh. Did you think I wasn’t going to mention my book? But seriously, this is one hot book. I suggest wearing over mitts while reading (or maybe not. You’ll look ridiculous)

2. iPad:  *whistles* This is one hot little cookie here. You can read books (like mine) or use it as a web browser in bed or even watch naughty movies- I mean, TV on it. :D

3. Candles: Of course if you are a romantic mood, this is a do not miss item. Just don’t set your place on fire. Great candle ideas: http://limcorp.net/2009/10-incredible-candles-design

4. Love: The gift of love this season is not given as often as it should. So hug your friends and famiy and loved ones this year and remind each other how this season is the time of year for love.

So Happy Holidays!  I really appreciate everyone leaving me kind comments along the whole tour. I really adore all my fans and I’m thrilled to talk to all of you.



A blurb - Ashlee Bennett has her priorities straight. Fighting demons is at the top of the list until she meets her sexy neighbor, Luke Byrne. Even though he is human, she can't stop dreaming about his buff body and sexy grin, until her dreams turn to nightmares.

Her world is turned upside down when Luke follows her one night but instead of being afraid, he is only more determined to stand beside her and fight. Ashlee knows she needs to keep her distance from Luke, not just to protect her virginity but her heart as well. But Luke may be the only one who can save her from the night, and her dreams.

Excerpt -

PLEASE NOTE:  THIS EXCERPT IS R – RATED AND CONTAINS ADULT LANGUAGE AND SITUATIONS 

“I can’t just leave,” I protested as the cool evening air hit me. “I came with a friend.”

He rounded on me, and I nearly ran into him. “You mean your boyfriend? Do you want to stay with him? Just say the word, Ash.”

The possessive tone in his voice ticked me off. “What the hell, Luke? I don’t even know you, and you’re acting like you fucking own me.” But even as I said the words, I wanted him to grab me, hold me, and take me however he wanted. My lust for him clouded my ability to say no.

“Ash,” he said gruffly, “all I think about is having you.” He moved forward as he spoke, and I stepped backward, keeping my distance until my back met a wall. I knew my control around him was shot to hell, and I couldn’t trust myself. He snaked his hand into my hair and roughly grabbed the strands. He angled my head so I couldn’t look away. If I were able to breathe, I would have hyperventilated.

“Don’t.” My plea sounded weak, and I doubted he even heard me.

“I can’t help myself,” he said and kissed me gently. It was the lightest of pressure on my lips, until he coaxed them apart. When my tongue met his, I was tentative at first, but Luke took charge and claimed my mouth.

I was strong enough to pull away, to tell him no and kick him in the nuts if he didn’t stop. But I didn’t want to. I let myself drown in his kisses. I was so wrapped up in what he was doing to me with his mouth, I barely noticed he had lifted me up and held me against the concrete wall.

He settled his hips between my legs and rocked them, pressing his cock against my clit. The only thing keeping him from fucking me was the thin barrier of our jeans. I spiraled higher, and my pussy clenched, desperate to have him inside me.

He pulled his lips away from mine, and my vision whited out. My clit pulsed faster and faster, and I accidentally banged the back of my head against the hard concrete wall as every muscle in my body tensed.

I shook from the intensity of my climax, my teeth grinding together. He leaned in and kissed me, claiming my mouth with his tongue again. Then he broke our kiss and whispered, “You are mine, Ash. Don’t doubt for a second that I will own you. All of you.”

I quivered, my lips parting, ready for more. I felt like we were frozen in time, and I would have spent forever there, memorizing his face.



Hot, Hot, Hot,

Now for some prizes Lori is giving away a winner's choice of a $25 GC to either Amazon, AllRomanceEbooks or Loose Id for both blog host with most comments and one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

So follow along with the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here:  http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/10/virtual-book-review-tour-soul-seduction.html


Thank you Lori for dropping by and the best of luck with your book.


Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, December 15, 2011

18 & Over Book Blogger Hop - Question #2

Sorry for this posting showing up on Thursday instead of Friday. I forgot I had a guest.



Who popped your erotic cherry? ;) What was the first erotic or erotic romance book you read? And if you don't read erotica, what book had the first graphic love scene that you read?

Tough question for today.

I have always read romance. Loved it with a passion. The hotter the book the more I enjoyed it so I slowly moved into erotic authors without really knowing I'd done it.

Then someone suggested I try writing it and I was hooked.

I get very upset with books that stop at the bedroom door. I want to know it all and feel the passion.

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

R2R on Goodreads

My book "Fairy Fun" is going to part of the Paranormal Romance and Urban Fantasy Group read to review.

Reviewers sign up tomorrow.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Monday, December 12, 2011

No Birds for Christmas


My true love gave me - no birds like in the twelve days of Christmas - but instead a feather which turned out to be a treat that we both could enjoy.





Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Friday, December 9, 2011

18 & Over Book Blogger Follow, Hop and Learn


Over Book Blogger Follow is a weekly feature that begins on Fridays and runs through the weekend, hosted by Crystal fromReading Between the Wines

This is a Friday blog hop with the objective to find and visit other book blogs that share the same interest as you, namely books geared towards the 18 & over crowd, and make some new friends!



-You should run a book blog that features and reviews mostly adult reads, some Y.A.’s are okay but 18 & over adult reads should be your majority.
-Make a separate post for the 18 & Over Book Blogger Follow on your blog.
-Copy the html for the button above and place it at the top of your post.
-List & answer the ‘Question of the Week.’
-Place your name and blog title in the linky below and the url for a direct link to your post
-Visit the other blogs on the list and say 'Hi!' Following each blog is not mandatory but I know it is always appreciated, and if someone comments saying they’re a new follower it’s polite to follow back. J It’s always nice to spread the 18 & Over Book Blog love!
-Contact me (readingbetweenthewines10 at gmail dot com) with any questions!


QUESTION OF THE WEEK:

Keeping with last week's and the end-of-year theme; What are three new-to-YOU-authors that you've read and loved this year?

I like to host different authors on my site and I have read a number of the books.

Was an interesting story that I enjoyed reading.

I also enjoyed the Naughty Nooners series by Ellora's Cave and it introduced me to a number of new authors like Sally Painter's "Lap Dance" and Nicole Austin's "Master's Thief"  check them out.

Fridays' Movie - StarDust

Okay, it's from 2007 which means you maybe able to find it cheap.

Has some interested characters in a make believe world and a 7.8 rating.

Movie Blurb-
In a countryside town bordering on a magical land, a young man makes a promise to his beloved that he'll retrieve a fallen star by venturing into the magical realm.


Check it out at http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0486655/


So tell me what you think? Worth the time or a waste of time?


Anita

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Special Guest - Liz Crowe

First let's learn a little about Liz.
Microbrewery owner, beer blogger and journalist, mom of three teenagers, and soccer fan, Liz lives in the great middle west, in a Major College Town.  Years of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as an ex-pat trailing spouse plus making her way in a world of men (i.e. the beer industry) has prepped her for life as erotic romance author.  When she isn't sweating beer inventory, sales figures or promotional efforts for her latest publication, doing pounds of laundry for her sweaty athletic children, watching La Liga on the Fox Soccer Channel, or trying to figure out what to order in for dinner, she can be found walking her standard poodles or doing Bikram Yoga.  Liz loves her Foo Fighters Pandora station, and watching reruns of Deadwood, when there isn't any decent European football on the telly.  If you want a beer education follow her: www.a2beerwench.com.  For writing related stuff, including her backlist, go to: www.brewingpassion.com

I'm pretty lucky.  I actually LIVED in several different countries, during a "life stage" where writing was not on my agenda.  We moved to Japan when I had a 5 year old son and 3 year old daughter and was pregnant with my 3rd (VERY MUCH A SURPRISE) baby.

Japan was a blur of culture shock, extreme politeness, being stared at while being so hugely pregnant and newborn issues.  By the time we got to Turkey I was less dazed and ready to take in the incredible histories all around me.

Turkey, which is the basis for my series, and Istanbul in particular boasts a melting pot culture among the oldest in the world.  During its long history, Istanbul has served as the capital of the Roman Empire (330–395), the Eastern Roman (Byzantine) Empire (395–1204 and 1261–1453), the Latin Empire (1204–1261), and the Ottoman Empire (1453–1922). When the Republic of Turkey was proclaimed on 29 October 1923, Ankara, which had previously served as the headquarters of the Turkish national movement during the Turkish War of Independence, was chosen as the new Turkish State's capital.


I won't even get into the vast area of the country outside of Istanbul, but can tell you that my trips to four of the seven locations of the churches of Paul were some of the most amazing, moving and spiritual events of my life.  Ephesus in particular is beautifully preserved, as a Roman city with paved streets, plumbing and "suburbs" continually being unearthed by eager scholars.

I dedicated Blue Cruise, the second of the Turkish Delights books to Cimen (pronounced "Jee-min" as "C's" are like "J's" in Turkish) who owned a boutique travel agency, was a history scholar and the most amazing tour guide on the planet.  Once she figured out my obsession with the city's history she made a point to take me to hidden, out of the way wonders, and could sneak me past guards into formerly forbidden areas of major tourist attractions like Topaki Palace and the Haia Sofia.   I worked a bit of that into a story that serves as a prequel to this entire series.


When I lived in England I made friends with a history teacher whose daughter attended school with mine.  She let me go along on their field trips to some of the coolest London sites AND got a history lesson with them all.  My favorite experience there included our Yeoman Warder night at the Tower of London.  The Crown Jewels reside within its walls and every night the "Beefeaters" (the guys in the funny red coats and black hats) do a formal "exchange of keys" then retire to their private pub on site for a beer--I got to see the exchange AND drink beer with them.  They are all, to a man, retired military, mostly MI6, and can drink like very few I've seen since.

hmmmm.....my muse just smacked me upside my head with a story idea...anyways....

So I got first hand, ground level, sometimes scary experience with foreign lands (I'm saving my brush with the Turkish Gendarme for another day....).  However, I would venture that is not necessary for writing about any country, no more than being and actual practitioner of BDSM or gay a prerequesite for writing about those topics.

However---you must talk to people who've been there, done that, or read every last thing you can get your hands on about your locale.  Orhan Pamuk is a Turkish Pulitzer Prize winning author who wrote the most beautiful book about growing up in 1960s Istanbul that was perfect for me to use to round out my actual experiences there.  If possible interview people (and record them) who are natives as well, to get a bit of firsthand knowledge.  And of course, what better tax write off than a little jaunt overseas?  You know, with all that money you make, writing!


Adem climbed up from the hull of the boat. It was hard not to take over the kitchen. But the the current chef and captain kept pushing him out, gently reminding him that he was the client now, that this was a 1Night Stand event, and he needed to go meet his date. He laughed and took the steps two at a time. Determined to enjoy it, not to feel guilty about buying himself the good time he deserved, Adem looked up and saw the American Adonis that haunted his dreams. Ray Bans covered his eyes, and he appeared utterly dejected by the sight of the boat.
 Weak kneed was a new sensation to him, but Adem gripped the ropes along the stairwell from the galley and tried not to gape. He cleared his throat and stepped out onto the hot asphalt, the four steps he needed to reach his dream date the longest he’d ever taken. Sweat trickled between his shoulder blades, but he squared his shoulders and smiled. The sad, beautiful smile that greeted him in return rolled over his heart like a wave.
 “Hello, um, English okay?” The tall man held out a large hand. Adem noticed the distinct lack of the ring he’d watched him accept from the Turkish man on this very boat. Was it two or three years ago?
 “Yes, it’s fine,” Adem croaked. “I can speak English, Turkish or French, if you prefer.”
 “Oh, I’ll stick to English, thanks.”
The man’s soft blue dress shirt fit his torso like a glove. His jeans were worn, nice and tight, cupping his ass perfectly. Adem gulped. The memory of that cock he’d watched and dreamed about, encased in the denim within his reach, nearly overpowered him.
 “Good, good,” Adem ran a hand through his long hair. Damn, I should have gotten it cut. This man probably preferred his dates a bit less…shaggy. “So, we can board if you like.” He gestured toward the boat, unsure what else to say.
The blond god spoke. “I’m Caleb, by the way. Caleb Blessing.”
 Adem blushed. “Oh, sorry. Let’s start over.” He turned and stuck out his hand again. “I’m Adem. Adem Broussard.”
 He watched as Caleb clenched his jaw.
 “I know. I remember you.”
 “Oh, well, then….” Adem didn’t understand the emotions flitting over the tall man’s face. When Caleb pulled his sunglasses off and rubbed his eyes, Adem would swear his fingers came away wet. He resisted the extreme urge to pull him into an embrace. Putting his hands in his pockets instead, he stood, letting the silence swirl around them.
 “Well, let’s go, shall we?” the gorgeous, obviously unhappy man snapped, as he stomped toward the boat.
 Adem’s gut clenched. This was not turning out like he’d hoped. Not at all.











Lisa will be giving away: three Turkish themed prize packages to randomly drawn commenters which may include, but aren't limited to:

* a holiday stocking made from authentic Turkish kilim rug
* a mug with the Turkish "evil eye", meant to ward off said evil
* a pewter dish, that is traditionally used to hold "lokum" or the actual Turkish delight confection/candy
* a box of traditional lokum
* a small Turkish kilim rug (reversible--authentic)

So please follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning. The tour dates can be found here: http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/10/virtual-book-tour-turkish-delights-by.html

Thanks Liz for stopping by, your books sound incredible.

Anita

Friday, December 2, 2011

Did you see this movie?


Tropical Thunder

No, me either, but it does look interesting for some strange reason. I found it while searching for something to watch this weekend. Thought I'd share.

Blurb-
Through a series of freak occurrences, a group of actors shooting a big-budget war movie are forced to become the soldiers they are portraying.

Learn more about it at http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0942385/

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Welcome Today's Guest - Minnette Meador


SEDUCTION
Waves of black lust filled her, but she knew the emotion belonged to Tequelin. He tightened his grip and took her ear lobe into his mouth, biting it. Pain radiated down her arm mixed with a kind of desire that drenched her.
“I smell your need,” he whispered in her ear.
“No!” she growled through her teeth.
In a swift move, he whirled her around and buried his face in her neck. His teeth and hot tongue sent ribbons of electricity pulsing through her body. His hands were iron on her upper arms.
Belle. The name in her head burned away her defiance.
Passion moved over her skin in waves of wanton need, charging her with a craving that threatened to obscure her reason. She suddenly ached to succumb to his touch, offer her body to his hands and his mouth, bathe in his desire. Every fiery touch from his mouth stiffened his hold on her.
I want you. Open yourself to me.
The compelling tones of his thoughts were overcoming her resistance. She knew she had to do something before her body surrendered to him. The seduction made her weak, stole her resolve. Another few minutes and her strength would collapse. Sighs of pleasure leaked from her lips.
He entwined her hair in one hand and pulled her head back to examine her face. The large eyes were almost midnight now, shaded by growing black pupils. She could feel his lust quivering against her skin. Belle had never been more terrified. – The Belle Stalker – Chapter Forty-Eight

TODAY’S PRIZE: CRITIQUE OF YOUR SEX SCENE (Maximum 10 pages) OR A COPY OF THE BELLE STALKER

I’m told I write a pretty mean sex scene (since I think we’re all adults here, I’ve put two examples down below, so keep reading). That always tickles me because actually, I don’t know if it’s the sex or the seduction people like. It has been stated, and quite correctly, I think, that sex has no substance without love. I agree with that statement. But I will take it one step further; sex has no juice without seduction.

Sex takes place in (let’s be realistic here) about thirty minutes. Seduction can go on for days. That’s what I think makes for a satisfying sex scene, so I’ve created a pseudo formula for it: # of hours of successful seduction x the amount of frustration + the number of times fire is sparked x # of hours of actually sexual contact = decree of satisfaction. I think it would read something like this:

___ HSS x ___% F + ___Hot x ___HASC = ____% Hubba, Hubba

If a writer is doing her job, she should have you so horny by the time the hero and heroine finally get together that you’re standing up on the end of the bed whipping your panties around your head, jumping up and down and screaming to your frightened husband, “Do you wanna?” Now that’s the mark of a true genius. I honestly think the longer the seduction (and/or foreplay, if you’d like) the greater the satisfaction in the end. Some of my favorite books have been hundreds of pages of foreplay leading to that final climax. But for me, the seduction has to be hot, full of innuendos and double entendres, a little humor (i.e. missed chances, interruptions at inopportune times, misunderstandings, wardrobe failures, and possibly even malfunctioning equipment), a lot of resistance, and finally that no holds barred, clash of the titans, bells ringing, birds singing sex scene. Don’t know if I have that exactly right yet, but it takes practice and precise choreography. My poor husband. ~shakes head~

So how about you? When do you like to see the hero and heroine knock socks together? Early in the story, in the middle, or towards the end? Or do you like all those options? Would you rather she be gently seduced for hours or thrown on the bed and ravished? Do you want him rough and powerful, or sweet and patient? Or maybe sweet and rough? Make sure to leave a comment if you want to win today’s prize: a free 10-page critique of your own sex scene… or, for you non-writers, a copy of THE BELLE STALKER.


THE BELLE STALKER
An Urban Fantasy Thriller
by Minnette Meador

The police have done all they can, but it isn’t enough. When Belle finds the mutilated body of her lover strewn across the furniture she knows only her ex-husband, Homicide Detective Mike Cranston can stop the maniac who has been dogging her steps for over a year. The only problem is the man who stalks her...is not a man at all. Belle plays a dangerous game and only hopes that Cranston can stop the monster before it’s too late.



Oh, here are those scenes I promised… ~wicked grin~

…and need I repeat, ADULT CONTENT… :o)


Belle reached for him, but he grabbed her wrists and twisted his lips into what he hoped was his most devious smile. Her blush deepened followed by a twinge of anger. But this was one dance Cranston knew very well.

Without missing a beat, he moved her hands above her head and held both wrists together with one hand. Straddling her hips, he lowered his body to hover above her, careful to let only one part of it touch her.

His cock rested gently on her belly, and her ensuing quiver went through him like a drug. The beat of her heart pulsed against the muscle, and Cranston had to find a deep reserve of discipline to control his urges.

Slowly, deliberately, he leaned forward and began to kiss her face, lick her neck and shoulders. With each new application of pressure, Belle squirmed under him. The skin touching his lips was hot and yielding, velvety against his rough tongue.

When he reached her breasts, he stopped, admiring the granite hard brown nipples and dark areolas. Belle’s chest rose, obviously frantic for his mouth, but he didn’t touch her. Instead, he looked into her eyes and smiled.

“Greedy girl.”

“You bastard,” she said good-naturedly.

In reply, Cranston pursed his lips and began to blow on her right nipple. The creamy areola immediately broke out in large bumps, the rough dark nipple grew in size, and Belle let out a startled gasp. This was something new, and a wave of satisfaction plowed through Cranston. He knew Belle would love it.

Moving to the other side, Cranston repeated the motion and Belle’s hips bucked under him, burying his cock into the skin of her stomach. He lifted it from her, and she groaned.

“Patience, princess.”

She hissed angrily through her teeth, and Cranston laughed. Letting go of her hands, he bent down again and licked the soft skin around her nipple, careful not to touch it. Then, without warning, he pulled the tiny bud into his mouth and bit it gently.

Belle exploded beneath him. Her body jumped involuntarily, and Cranston could feel the earthquake of her need ripple through him. He decided to torture her further.

Now going back and forth between them, he licked, bit and sucked each nipple until they were as hard as steel. Belle squeezed the sheets with her hands on each pass and finally lifted her head.

“I want you in my mouth.” Her voice was husky, ardent.

“Anything for a lady.” – THE BELLE STALKER, CHAPTER SEVENTEEN




The apparition put her hands out to her sides and floated above him. Sliding her mouth in a slow, even progression, she moved down his shaft until it disappeared into her throat. Keenan could feel it give way to his engorged muscle. His hips, suddenly free, moved to her rhythm, and she let him thrust his cock deep into her throat. It was incredible.

The apparition finally moved away from him, sticking out a long tongue that wrapped around his cock twice. If it wasn’t so erotic, he probably would have been scared shitless, but the thought didn’t even enter his mind; Keenan knew he was too far-gone by then.

Bringing a breast to his mouth, she ran a swollen nipple against his lips until it pushed them open. Keenan didn’t hesitate. He pulled the long bud into his mouth and sucked it forcefully, biting it from time to time, and running his tongue over the rough skin. The sensation of that warm flesh in his mouth sent shivers down both arms. He ached to touch her, but his arms were lead weights at his sides.

She pulled the nipple from his teeth and settled her knees on either side of his hips. Lifting up on her haunches, she forced his cock to lay flat against his stomach then slid the soft petals of her pussy along it all the way to his balls, saturating them with moisture. Keenan wasn’t certain, but he could have sworn her pussy lips were squeezing them. She moved up to the head of his cock and slowly widened them with his shaft. She was soaking wet.

Careful not to take him inside her, she rubbed the soft folds of hot flesh up and down, slowly, back and forth, all the while squeezing her nipples and wrapping that long tongue around them one at a time.

A soft distant moan sounded everywhere at once inside Keenan’s bedroom, as if the room itself sighed in pleasure. In a split second, he saw her eyes; they were black opals shining in the dark, but they clouded over immediately. – A GHOST OF A CHANCE, CHAPTER TWO


Thank you, Minnette,

And here are ways you can connect to her,

http://youtu.be/avY8W6i0rw4   Audio Excerpt
http://minnettemeador.blogspot.com/p/books-by-minnette.html   Written Excerpt
http://minnettemeador.blogspot.com/  Blog URL


Also Minnette will be giving away a small Kindle($79) plus a Portland Tote filled with goodies to one randomly drawn commenter, along with daily prizes) 

Follow the tour and comment; the more comments, the better chances of winning. Tour dates can be found at:


goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/10/virtual-book-tour-belle-stalker.html




Anita
 www.anitaphilmar.com

Friday, November 25, 2011

Enjoy Your Day Shopping

The biggest shopping day of the year,

If you are out - hope you find everything you are looking for,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, November 24, 2011

A Pizza Kind of Day

Have you ever wanted pizza on Thanksgiving Day?

Hope you get to eat what ever you want.

Happy Turkey Day,

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Monday, November 21, 2011

Friday, November 18, 2011

Time

In 1883 - Standard Time was adopted throughout the U.S.


Now what time would you make it if you could play with time?

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Excerpt from Black Dragon's Heart

Jake released Sarah’s wrists and crowded her against the wall of their bedroom. He nuzzled her throat and rubbed his lips over the fast beat of her pulse. “Easy, Sarah. I’m not using my cuff today, though the very idea has your blood screaming through your veins.”

His hands shifted to the creamy swell of her breasts. He toyed with the rose tips and stroked his thumbs over her nipples until they both hardened into cherry buds. She moaned, and his mouth watered with anticipation of sucking on the tasty treat of dragon candy.

No doubt clouded his mind. She loved him.

“Jake, where does dragon serum come from?” Sarah shoved her hands against his chest.

He licked his lips. How could she talk when he wanted only to sample her heat?




Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Monday, November 14, 2011

Friday, November 11, 2011

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Monday, November 7, 2011

James Garner's New Book



At 83, James Garner pulls no punches in this candid account of his acting career.


On my to read list.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, November 3, 2011

Slowcooker (Crockpot) Hot Fudge Cake

Hot Fudge Cake

1 c. all-purpose flour

1/2 c. sugar (or Splenda)

2 Tlb. cocoa

2 tsp. baking powder

1/2 tsp. salt

1/2 c. milk

2 Tbl. vegetable oil

1 tsp vanilla

1/2 c. chopped nuts (optional)

3/4 c. brown sugar

1/4 c. cocoa

1-1/2 c. hot water



1. Spray or grease inside of crockpot.

2. Mix first 5 ingredients together in a bowl. 3. Add in next 3 ingredients. (And nuts)

4. Spread batter evenly in bottom of 5 qt. slowercooker (crockpot).

5. Mix in seperate bowl, brown sugar & 1/4 c. cocoa, then add hot water, stirring until smooth. Then pour on top of batter.

6. Cover cooker and cook on high 2 to 2-1/2 hrs (until toothpick inserted in center comes out clean)

7. Turn off cooker, leave lid off, and let sit 45 min to cool.

8. Spoon warm cake into bowls and spoon sauce over top.



Goes great with a scoop of ice cream.

A Wicked Wolf

by Brenda Williamson

ISBN: 9781603105590

Available from Red Sage Publishing

Blurb

Real Estate agent Randi Brown works the rich crowd, selling high-priced homes. With her parents dead it’s up to her to financially support two teenage siblings and she wants to spread her wings by negotiating a billion dollar land deal. Only the landowner, a business mogul no one has seen in years isn’t interested in selling his mountain to a development corporation, and Randi sets out to change his mind any way possible, even if that means sleeping with the reclusive billionaire.

After two years, since his wife’s brutal murder, Nicholas "Nick" Wolfe prefers to mourn her than get involved in business. So he lives cut off from society on Wolfe Mountain. Through his attorney, he’s offered billions, but no one knows to what extent the value of the land is more than the inhabitants—the Lycans, human wolf-like animal shifters.

When Randi shows up on the mountain one rainy night, Nick tires to fight the desires of the wolf in him to take a mate. Unfortunately, nature has made it impossible to resist the animalistic urges strengthened by the influence of a full moon and the power of lust in this woman’s eyes. Can love know no bounds?

Randi has no idea of where this torrid affair can lead until she learns the gruesome details of a woman’s murder by a creature not quite human. Then she becomes the next target and she discovers how falling in love can lead to a fatal attack from a Lycan.

Excerpt

For minutes, he lavished her with kisses. His mouth moved firmer against hers, and his body rubbed hers faster, more insistently. When he stopped, she dared to open her eyes.

He was looking up. She did too.

From the open crossbeams, dried herbs dangled from tied silk ribbons. He let go of her wrist and reached up. She should have lowered her arm, but to move meant to chance breaking the spell.

She watched him tug one ribbon, untying a cluster that fell to the floor. The clean scent of lavender burst from the bouquet. She stared at the other bundles. Had he collected them? They couldn’t be for cooking since his refrigerator was bare.

When J.R. looped and tied the ribbon around her wrist, he jerked her thoughts from the idyllic illusion of everything going smoothly in her business acquisition and her sexual encounter.

“What are you doing?” Her words rattled free.

With the yellow silk strip snug, he drew her arm to the side and fastened the opposite end to the cabinet door knob. As much as she enjoyed aggressively passionate sex in all positions, she’d never been into real bondage.

“I’m not sure I like being restrained.” She tipped her head back and watched him retrieve another ribbon.

“You will.” He tied a blue strip of silk to her free wrist and fastened it to another cabinet knob.

Now was the time to protest and fight the binds, or surrender. He leaned against her, sniffing at her neck, then licking it. She felt its throbbing vein pulsing rapidly against the stimulation. He had more control than she normally allowed a guy. He caressed her jaw with the back of his hand. Did she want him to stop? What would she give up?

His stare into her eyes suggested she’d miss out the hottest sex of her life. The smoldering lust was more than she could resist. There was no turning back—no buckling under to convention. His hypnotizing brown eyes had command over her, and she waited, a captive audience.

His gaze didn’t leave hers as he raised her shirt. She breathed harder, feeling the light touch of his hands running up her sides and over her breasts. He fingered her nipples, rolling them around with his thumbs. They stiffened and ached from the repeated pawing. Then he stopped and stroked her sides. Intense warmth spread, prickling her skin. Goosebumps dotted her arms and shoulders.

His quiet intensity fascinated her. With one hand controlling her Tee shirt, his other took a more serious possession of her left breast. He turned his hand over and brushed his knuckles against the tip. Then grasping it between a finger and his thumb, he pinched it. The fiery sting zinged her to her core.

A moan escaped her.

She closed her eyes and tipped her head back.

“More,” she begged, loving the way the pleasurable pain jarred her nerves.

And yet he didn’t give her what she wanted. Instead, he took his hands away, and the soft cotton of the shirt she wore slid down over her inflamed nipples.

He raised his arm and his fingers neared her face. She sensed regret in his light touch to her jaw. Turning her cheek to his palm, she pleaded with him to continue. “Don’t stop.”

He looked at her strangely, as if what she asked was unusual and daring. His eyes were flickering with other colors, reflections from somewhere in the room kept her spellbound. There she hung, bound to the cabinet doors, and all she wanted to think about was could he make her want him more?

His other hand took a place on the opposite side of her neck. He petted lightly over her pulse, beating beneath the skin. The slow strokes lulled her senses, calming her all over. She closed her eyes, enjoying the caress that moved into a massage of her shoulders. It felt good, relaxing. And then he grabbed the Tee shirt's frayed collar and ripped it down the front, jerking her whole body forward.

Shocked out of her false tranquility, her lashes flew up as she gasped. Mild alarm made her tense as she bounced against the counter from J.R.’s jerking to tear the shirt completely open. Her heart rate quickened. She breathed heavier, stunned by his sudden aggression. A dark edginess fringed his expression as he looked hungrily at her breasts.

She glanced down at her nipples, ruby spiked points jutting in eagerness. J.R.’s long fingers folded around her swollen flesh. He lifted one breast higher then the other as if he weighed each to be sure he had the heavier, more deserving one.

He bent down and licked her taut nipple. She watched his tongue swish and cool the burning flesh. In a frenzy of ecstatic joy, she rolled her head from side to side against the cabinet with whispered moans for more. She arched, shoving her chest toward him. His bathing licks and suckling lips were the sweetest kind of torture. The coarseness of his tongue abraded her flesh, heating every sensitive nerve in her. The cut of his teeth when he nipped the tender tip of her breast came close to making her scream. His withdrawal left her unharmed. Then he did it all again. His mouth swung away sooner than she expected, faster than she wanted, and a frustrated whine slipped out of her. She wanted the moment to last forever.

His kisses journeyed along her collarbone and swept up the side of her neck. “You taste good.” His words whispered around her ear. “I want to devour every inch of you.”

“Yes.” She panted, encouraging him by repeating her total agreement. “Yes, every inch.”

He cupped her jaw and turned her head. His lips crept along. She twisted to catch his kiss on her mouth. Oddly, he avoided the place she desired to feel his tantalizing breath.

His hands left her body without warning. He pulled a red handkerchief from his back pocket and spun it several times folding it to a strip. She drew back as he lifted it to her eyes.

“Is that for me?” she asked, not sure how far she wanted to let him dominate her.

A wicked grin was his only answer.

This wasn’t a position she should be in with a stranger and she debated telling him. No, she didn’t want to play this game. The words stayed on the tip of her tongue as he leaned against her to tie the blindfold around her head. His hard body pressed hers, and she lost focus on her concerns. Her breasts flattened against him. She whimpered. Desire to have mind-blowing sex overpowered reason.

Then the blindfold went on. She wasn’t sure how to handle the unsettling mix of apprehension and anticipation, but she felt another burst of fear. He was a stranger and she was giving him total control.

Thanks Brenda for stopping by and sharing

Wednesday, November 2, 2011

New Review from Let's Talk Romance




Weaving words that do not disappoint, Texas Passion is a must read for all who love the country, Texas and a strong storyline.

Check out the rest of the review at
http://letstalkromancereviews.wordpress.com/2011/11/01/texas-passion-by-anita-philmar/

And thanks to Let's Talk Romance for reviewing my book.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Monday, October 31, 2011

Have a Happy Day

Not everyone enjoys Halloween, but it is nice to celebrate being young.

For me, it's the one time during the year when I get to see my neighbors.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, October 27, 2011

One Reviewer’s Take

I want to thank Anita for having me on her blog today.  It’s really an honor.  Most people don’t want a reviewer on their blog much less having them talk about reviews.

Okay, right to it…a little background on myself.  I live in East Texas, raised in Dallas, married with one son in 1st grade and work an EDJ.  I review for CBLS Reviews, The Romance Studio and The Forbidden Bookshelf.  I also have a review blog that I update semi-regularly.

Why the information about me?  To let you know, that I’m a real person, with a real life and real everyday issues.  I’m not a god, a fairy, or an ogre.  I bleed just like you do.  Why the dramatics about me?  I have some things that I want to talk to you about reviewing and what goes through my mind when I’m reading a book for review.

1. I get to pick the books that I review.  Bet you didn’t know that?  Well, I do and I choose books/authors/publishers that I normally don’t read or know much about.  I pick books that are way out of my comfort zone.  When I decided to review, I decided that I wouldn’t read books or authors that I was comfortable with.  In the year that I began reviewing, I have found authors, genres and publishers that I seek out on a regular basis.  I have been given books to review from authors for my blog and again, I follow the same guidelines if I was reviewing it for one of the sites that I review for.

2. When I review a book, I look for the following:  plot (does it hold my interest), characters (do I even like them), flow (am I having to start and stop all the time) and lastly, did the characters connect emotionally and was it believable?

3. When writing a review, I don’t give out spoilers, the ending, the conflict, nor do I give out plot points.  I will however, talk about what I did like about the book and what I didn’t.  I hate when book review blogs from individuals give you a dissertation on the book.  I mean, why buy the book in the first place?  The blog already told you everything that you needed to now and more.  This is becoming more and more commonplace with so many people reviewing books on their blogs and it really pisses me off.  I have books on my Nook that I bought that sadly, I’ll probably never read because of it.  Grrr…

4. Also, if you get a bad review, just remember, its only ONE reviewer’s opinion.  Some people are going to love your stuff and some won’t love it.  Reviewing is subjective and therefore, should be taken with a grain of salt.  That said if the review is snarky and/or down right rude and mean, please, please let the review coordinator/owner know.  That should not be tolerated at all.  That does happen and it puts all reviewers in a bad light.

5. Lastly, why do I review?  I review because I love to read.  Period.  Some reviewers crave the power they have over an author but for me that’s the wrong reason to review.  I review for the simple pleasure of reading and then telling people why I liked it.

If you’re an author, tell me some of your experiences good or bad with reviewers.  No names, please.  If you’re a reader, what do you look for in a review?  I’ve listed below links to where I review to check me out.  I look forward to hearing from you.

http://harliebooks.blogspot.com - personal review blog
www.theromancestudio.com - Marika is my review name
www.theforbiddenbookshelf.com - Kate is my review name

One last thing, contest…to one commentator a GC of $10 to either B&N or Amazon.  And you thought reviewers were stuffy and not human?

Thanks Marika for stopping by this is great stuff,

Anita

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

New Review for Black Dragon's Heart

"Black Dragon's Heart is an erotic tale of the enhanced sexual need that is a quality of dragon blood. It's a classic love story of a girl's childhood crush becoming reality."

Check out the rest of the review at Fallen Angel Reviews
Black Dragon's Heart

Thanks Pam for reviewing my book,

Anita

Monday, October 24, 2011

Homemake Adult Toys

While out scan the horizon for interesting articles to read, I came across this one.

And well... to be honest I found if very intriguing, funny, and also helpful for those people who might want to try one of these clever toys.

Visit the website http://www.ranker.com/list/the-7-greatest-homemade-sex-toys-for-men/greg



Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Friday, October 21, 2011

A Special Day for Women



Rebecca Felton was the first woman to hold a U.S. Senate office. She served for only twenty - four hours while senate was in session. She only held the office until a man could fill the office.

Read more about her at http://bioguide.congress.gov/scripts/biodisplay.pl?index=f000069

Way to go girl, even if it took years for women to be elected into congress this helped us move one step closer to realizing our dream.

Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, October 20, 2011

Featured Guest - Daisy Harris



A Guest Post by Studenstein star, Mr. Royce Harden

Hello Anita. Hello ladies…

Daisy is feeling under the weather today, so she asked me to guest post instead. She knew you wouldn’t mind, given your impeccable taste in men. And if you don’t mind my asking, did you do something different with your hair? Is that a new outfit? You look fabulous! Good enough to eat. If only Shani didn’t keep me on such a short chain…

Not that I mind. The chain, that is. Shani keeps asking me not to mention my collar in polite company, but I’m not what you’d call “polite.” Hell, Shani was an ice-queen when I met her and now I’ve almost got her convinced to have a three-way.

Sort of… Okay, I still have a ways to go on the ménage but she’ll get there eventually. My girl likes to think she calls the shots, but she always comes around to my way of thinking.

I suppose I should tell you a little about myself. I’m six feet tall. I weight one-seventy-five. Brown hair, brown eyes…

But that’s not what you really want to know. You’d rather hear about my past—my years as the premiere love-bot in Synadate’s stable. Well, I can’t share all the details. Client information was always strictly confidential. I can say this though—I never left a customer unsatisfied.

Much as I don’t like to kiss and tell, I do enjoy the occasional brag. Shani says it a weakness, but I can tell it gets her hot. So, there was this one time a female client hired me to tie down her husband. She wanted to lie on top of him while I…

Ow!

Aw hell, Shani’s back. I’ll have to wrap this up. Anita, ladies— I’ll make it up to you… Ow!


So let's hear the blurb for Royce's story.


Studenstein (Book two in the Love-Bots series)

A man built for sex… A woman who wants more…

Freedom fighter Shani Brown is determined to drag the ungrateful Royce back to her team in Seattle. Despite his denial of mistreatment, she wants to give him a chance at a better life. Due to her horrific past as an unlicensed love-bot, Shani never plans to have sex again. But Royce’s makers punish him remotely with crippling pain. His only escape is to orgasm. Never one to turn her back on a job, Shani soon finds herself servicing him—and soon after, caring for him.

Love-bot Royce Harden wasn’t looking to be rescued, especially not from the San Francisco BDSM club where he was having a perfectly good time. But rescued he was—by a hellcat bent on delivering him to her people. As Royce starts to trust Shani, he begins to dream of freedom. But freedom comes with a price. Royce must face his vanity, his makers, and even the loss of his sexual upgrades if he’s going to be the man Shani deserves.



And the excerpt


She pressed her mouth to his, shutting him up. Her breath tickled his cheek and she rubbed her hand along his stubble as if she thought he was perfect no matter what. After long moments, Shani spoke against his lips. “You stupid, stupid slave boy.” She pulled back far enough so he could see her roll her eyes. “How could you even think I’d care about all of that?”

“That’s all anyone’s ever cared about.” The words popped out before he could stop them and Royce winced at how petulant he sounded. “I mean to say… That’s what I’ve always been good at. Why people wanted me.”

Shani put her hand on her hip, her expression smug. “Didn’t I tell you flies weren’t worth catching?”

Royce felt a smile tug at the corner of his lips—a grin he’d never practiced and hadn’t been programmed with, an expression he was pretty sure he’d only ever shown to Shani. “I guess I shoulda listened, huh?”

She slugged his arm, luckily his uninjured one. “Yeah, good thing you’re pretty.” Shani leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering in his ear. “Because you are dumb as nails.”

Now let's hear about Daisy


Birkenstock-wearing glamour girl and mother of two by immaculate conception, Daisy Harris still isn’t sure if she writes erotica. Her paranormal romances start out innocently enough. However, her characters behave like complete sluts. Much to Miss Harris’s dismay, the sex tends to get completely out of hand.

 If you like science-y subplots, fantastical creatures, and red-hot chemistry, you’ll love Daisy Harris.

website: www.thedaisyharris.com
twitter: http://twitter.com/#!/thedaisyharris
facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Daisy-Harris-Erotic-Paranormal-Romance/185042351535537


Thanks Daisy and Royce for stopping by, and everyone please leave a comment for a chance to win
(a $25 Barnes and Noble GC)

Follow the tour and comment; the more comments you leave, the better your chances of winning.

The tour dates can be found here:http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/09/virtual-book-tour-studenstein.html




Anita
 www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Review for Stedenstein



Royce Harden isn't looking to be rescued from the BDSM club where he works, but that doesn't stop
Freedom fighter Shani Brown. She is determined to drag him off to Seattle.

Along the way, Royce decides that being free might not be so bad as long as he doesn't have to suffer through the physical pain of not still being connect to the network.

An interesting tell of a love-bot, which I took to mean an electronic life form, but in true is a person that has lost his memory of his prior life and now is a slave to a corporation that used them however they chose.

The fight for freedom in this tale has the reader quickly cheering for this unlikely couple and turns up the heat with some evocative scenes.

Come back tomorrow to read the blurb and excerpt.

Anita

Tuesday, October 18, 2011

Another Excerpt from Black Dragon's Blood



“A woman with your level of dragon blood needs a man, needs to have his children.” His strong hand circled her forearm. She sensed the heavy pulse of his blood beating against her tender skin.

“Not a possibility, William, even if I did agree to marry you.” She tugged her arm from his grasp. “I’ve been married twice. In neither case did I have a child. With you, it would be no different.”

His eyes narrowed to slits. “Are you telling me you’re unable to bear children?”

“You’re an intelligent man, William. What do you think?”

“Your father didn’t tell me this.”

“Yes, well, why would he? It would have been counterproductive to his plan, wouldn’t it?” The angry tightening of his jaw told Amanda she’d gained her freedom.

Stepping around him, she slid the door open on the metal railing and stood for a moment staring at his back. Other more pressing business required her attention. If she was lucky, she could get home, pack and get out of town before William picked up her trail again.

Anita


www.anitaphilmar.com

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Special Guest Roz Lee - An Interview with Her Hero - Elgin "Hud" Huddleston


First, let's learn a little about our guest.

Roz Lee has been married to her best friend, and high school sweetheart, for over three decades. These days she splits her time between their home in rural New Jersey, and Southern California, where her husband works. Even though she’s lived on both coasts, her heart lies in between, in Texas. A Texan by birth, she can trace her family back to the Republic of Texas. With roots that deep, she says, “You can’t ever really leave.”

(A Texas girl, myself, I can understand these sentiments.)

Roz and her husband have two grown daughters they couldn’t be more proud of, and are currently raising a ten-year-old Labrador Retriever, Betty Boop, who isn’t aware of her canine heritage.

When Roz isn’t writing, she’s reading, or traipsing around the country on one adventure or another. No trip is too small, no tourist trap too cheesy, and no road unworthy of traveling.


Blog:  http://www.authorrozlee.blogspot.com/

Website:  http://www.rozlee.net/

Facebook:  http://www.facebook.com/authorrozlee

Twitter:  http://www.twitter.com/Iwriteromance

Goodreads:  http://www.goodreads.com/rozlee

Shelfari:  http://www.shelfari.com/rozlee

Linkedin:  http://www.linkedin.com/pub/dolores-maroney-roz-lee/21/650/8a0


Welcome Roz.

Thanks, Anita for inviting me over to play today! I wanted to bring the hero of my latest release along, but Elgin said he was going to be tied up today (don’t ask, he was smiling when he said it). We met up at a local diner, where he took the time to answer a few questions for me. So, here’s a brief interview with Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston, my hero in STILL TAKING CHANCES.



Roz – Thanks for taking the time to talk with me today, Elgin. Or should I call you Hud?

Elgin – Elgin is okay. Not many people call me that, mainly just you and Mary Beth.

Roz – I spent some time in Prairieview this morning. You have quite a reputation in this town.

Elgin – I suppose I do, but that’s behind me now. I was sort of lost when I was a kid. You know, acting out, taking chances I shouldn’t have in order to get attention. Hell, maybe I was trying to kill myself, I don’t really know. I was a trial to my grandmother. I know that.

Roz – She raised you?

Elgin – Yes, and she did the best she could. I didn’t make it easy on her. I know she loved me, but she was probably relieved when I went out on my own.

Roz – How old were you?

Elgin – Seventeen. I’d saved up enough money for a bus ticket to Dallas. I packed a change of clothes , and left the day after I graduated from high school.

Roz – Wow! That seems awfully young to be on your own.

Elgin – Maybe, but I knew from an early age that I couldn’t be myself in this little town. I had needs that just couldn’t be met in a place like this. At least not back then.

Roz – It’s different now?

Elgin – Not much has changed in Prairieview, but Mary Beth is here. She understands my needs. If I’d met her when I was younger, maybe I wouldn’t have left in the first place.

Roz – Do you really think you would have stayed?

Elgin – You know me pretty well. *he laughs softly and gazes past me* No. I couldn’t stay here. If I had, even if I’d had Mary Beth, I probably would have ended up in prison. Or dead. I needed to find an outlet for my anger, and the shit-load of guilt I was carrying around. I wasn’t ready to let go of any of it. I didn’t even know what it was that drove me until Mary Beth made me see it.

Roz – You love her.

Elgin - *looks me straight in the eyes* Yes, I do. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me. If you hadn’t made me walk across the street and take a chance, I don’t know what would have come of me. I was in a bad place.

Roz – You’re a good man, Elgin. All I did was arrange for you and Mary Beth to meet. The two of you did the rest.

Elgin – Speaking of…*slides out of the booth and tosses a twenty on the table* I gotta go. I promised Mary Beth I would model for her today. She’ll spank me if I’m late. *winks*

Roz – What’s your hurry then?

Elgin - *flashes a blinding smile* I was supposed to be there half an hour ago.

We said our goodbye’s at the door. I have to say, Elgin is a new man since he met Mary Beth. She has a way with him that I never expected when I introduced them.



Now for a the blurb

After a mission in a South American jungle goes wrong, DEA Agent Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston returns to his boyhood home to lick his wounds. Despite his better judgment, Hud is drawn to the woman across the street, a petite Dominatrix with a freeze your balls off name.

Mary Beth Winters packed away her toys and put the BDSM lifestyle behind her years ago when she realized the men she dominated didn’t need her as much as she needed them. But when a troubled bad-boy, Elgin ‘Hud’ Huddleston, moves in across the street, she dusts off her toy box and risks her heart to help him heal.

And an Excerpt


His voice was low and gentle. Nothing like the voice she’d become accustomed to. “You can breathe now, Mistress. I won’t tell anyone.” No one had called her that in a very long time. Hearing it from his lips sent a tingle along every dormant nerve ending in her body, and made her want things she thought she’d never have again.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she lied through her teeth. The handcuffs picked up the band of sunlight streaming through the cherry curtain draped window, and reflected it around the room like a mirrored disco ball. “What are you going to do with those?”

“I’m not going to do anything with them, unless you tell me to.” He took a step closer, and she fought the urge to back away. “Tell me what you want me to do with them, Mistress. Do you want me to wear them?” His voice seduced her with its melodic timbre. “Do you want me on my knees, Mistress? Tell me what you want. Your desire, is my desire.”

“Don’t play with me, Elgin.” God, she couldn’t believe this. She should run like hell, but her feet refused to move. She studied his face. He might be toying with her, but something about the way he looked at her, like a lost puppy hoping she’d put a leash on him and take him home, got to her.

“I don’t play games.” He snapped the cuffs into the palm of his hand, closed his fist around them, and backed away from her. She hadn’t realized how close he’d come to her until he straightened to his full height and looked down at her. “I guess I was wrong about you. Go away, and leave me alone.”

“I’m sorry, Elgin. I haven’t…”

“It’s okay. Run along now. I won’t tell anyone about this little conversation. Your secret is safe with me.”


Also remember a copy of the book KINKY CUPCAKES will be given away to one randomly drawn commenter during the tour.

Follow the tour and comment; the more you comment, the better your chances of winning.

The tour dates can be found here:http://goddessfishpromotions.blogspot.com/2011/09/virtual-book-tour-still-taking-chances.html


Thank you, Rox and Elgin for stopping by,


Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

Muscle Man


Man, don't you wonder how many hours a day he spends in the gym.


check out all the guys at
http://www.cosmopolitan.com/sex-love/hot-guys/hot-guys-shirtless
Anita
www.anitaphilmar.com