ABOUT LORRAINE NELSON

Lorraine Nelson is a multi-published author who lives in ruralNew Brunswick, on the east coast ofCanada. Always a bookworm, she’s read many novels of romance and mystery over the years, finally deciding to put her pen to work at writing one.

“To write romance and romantic suspense is my dream come true, although my mom says I was born with an avid imagination and pencil in hand, crafting stories from an early age. Now my children have grown and have lives of their own, I have time to indulge my passion for writing.”

Lorrainelives alone with an independent yet affectionate tomcat, enjoys spending time with her three sons and six grandchildren, the latest just born in December, 2011. When not at the computer, you can find her spending time with family, gardening, baking and, of course, reading.

Lorraine loves to hear from readers. You can keep up withLorraine’s releases by visiting her at the following locations:

Website – http://lorrainenelson.weebly.com

Blog – http://lorrainenelson.wordpress.com

Facebook – https://www.facebook.com/LorraineNelson.Author

Twitter – https://twitter.com/#!/lornelca

Or email your comments to: lorrainenelson_author@hotmail.com

With a stalker following her every move, Zakia has no choice but to flee the city. Her options limited, she runs to the only place she’s ever felt safe…the Thunder Creek Ranch and her ex-husband, Lucas.

Will he protect Zakia from the stalker? And if he does will either of them be able to ignore the feelings that have simmered for so long, ready to explode… before danger either draws them together or pulls them apart.

Lucas Manning, Sr. is married to Winnie, Roy Grayson’s mother. Trouble ensues from the moment authorities arrest her son for stalking and terrorizing Lucas’ daughter-in-law. Winnie feels guilty and withdraws from the Manning family. Suddenly a threatening phone call disturbs their lives even more as Winnie becomes a target. Can Lucas convince her of her worthiness and save their marriage? Or will danger and loyalty to her son drive a further wedge between them?

Two cops have been murdered, two convicts escape. Samantha Muldoon and Blake Northrup pair up to protect their friends. Will their attraction to each other hinder their effectiveness or distract them from their job? Can it grow into something lasting, or will previous hurt keep them apart?

Hawk’s Woman is a western historical novella, one of nine short stories to be included in Evernight’s Virgins Behaving Badly anthology, coming in March, 2012.

Tabitha Meadows, a member ofBoston’s elite, elopes with her boyfriend, only plans change when he absconds with her money. The conductor throws her off the train at the next stop. With no money and unwilling to face the scandal in returning home, she meets Brody Hawkins (Hawk) and takes a job as entertainer in his saloon. The handsome cowboy draws her fire and her passion as no one before. Does her virginity stand a chance of surviving his charms?

Hawk isn’t looking for a woman, especially one as innocent as Tabitha, but he finds himself drawn to her just the same. He should be a gentleman and buy her a ticket east on the morning train, but he wants her in his bed. Could he convince her to stay?

A Cowgirl’s Pride, Book 4 in the Thunder Creek Ranch series. *COMING SOON*

Leah Manning grew up among so many domineering, protective males that it left her frustrated, longing for a different life. Her family couldn’t, or wouldn’t, understand that she needed to dance, and she’d lived away for several years. Unknowing, she’d embroiled herself in a deadly game from which there seemed no way out. Now she was home. Would they welcome her back? What if trouble followed? Most importantly, didCalstill work the ranch?

Brian Calhoun,Calto his friends, had hated Leah when she’d left, but hated himself even more for not going after her. Now she was back and more lovely than ever. Would his adolescent love for her return, develop into something more, or die a slow death at the hands of this new Leah?

Trouble does follow Leah home, and her ex will stop at nothing—even murder—to silence her. Will the terror draw them closer together or drive them apart forever?

Excerpt – A Cowgirl’s Pride, Book 4 in the Thunder Creek Ranch series

He was so hot for her! If he didn’t get these damned jeans off soon, his erection just might pop the zipper. That’s how hard he was for her—so stiff the skin stretched tight over his cock and it ached.

She suddenly pulled free and backed away from him. He almost swore out loud in frustration, thinking she’d changed her mind, but she’d only gone to close the vertical blinds at the windows.

“Just in case,” she said, smiling a come-hither smile as she turned back to him.

He felt guilty for his unjust thoughts, but closed the distance between them in a heartbeat, relieved to have her back in his arms.

“I’ve missed you, Cal,” she said as she ran her fingers through his thick, wavy hair.

“No more than I’ve missed you. I was beginning to think you’d never come home.”

“Oh, I wanted to, so much, but it just wasn’t possible.”

“You’re here now,” he said, grabbing the hem of her sweater and pulling it over her head to expose beautifully shaped breasts enclosed in see-through peach lace. “And I’m so glad you’re back.”

He bent to suckle her nipples through the lacy cups, her mindless purr of delight going straight to his groin. If he got any harder, he’d explode. Still, he took his time, banking his desire as best he could to give her pleasure.

Slipping his hands inside the waistband, he worked her blue jeans and sexy peach colored thong down over her hips, promptly falling to his knees at the sight of her curls. He leaned forward, reaching out to touch her satiny skin, smell her spicy vanilla scent and taste the creamy essence that was Leah. He wanted—needed—all of it—all of her.

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WSW: Welcome, Avery. For readers meeting you for the first time, how would you describe yourself?

A.F: Writer. Smart ass. Lover of chocolate.

WSW: When and how did your writing career begin?

A.F: I’ve been writing since before I could spell. I used to write stories about my stuffed animals and my Barbies had insane romances. Yeah, my mom was more than a little worried about me.

WSW: Was it difficult to take the first step to submit your work for publication?

A.F: Absolutely. You know that dream almost everyone has had where they show up naked in a public place? Submitting to a publisher feels just like that dream.

WSW: How has your experience been with the E-pub industry so far? What do you think the pros and cons of being E-pubbed are?

A.F: I’ve had a great time and love how open minded e-publishers are when it comes to blending genres and taking chances on new authors. The only negative is that some folks just love reading a print book, which I totally understand, and they have to wait longer to get my books in print.

WSW: Do you have a style to your writing? How would you describe it?

A.F: It’s a hot, fast-paced, adventure with hot, hunky heroes and heroines that can hold their own. Think a more sexed up Lori Foster with some Janet Evanovich thrown in for laughs.

WSW: You write Romantic Suspense. Why?

A.F: Because of love the added tension that a suspense plot throws in. The hero and heroine already have to battle their personal demons to get together and adding in a bad guy (or woman) really makes the stakes that much higher.

WSW: What does your friends and family think of your writing?

A.F: I get some teasing about how fabulous my sex life is. However, they’ve been really supportive. Plus the fabulous Mr. Flynn loves that everyone assumes he is an absolute stud – not that I would ever disagree.

WSW: Tell us a bit about your Dry Creek series published by Evernight Publishing. Where did the idea for it stem from?

A.F: The Dry Creek series is the story of the Layton family – one daughter, four sons. It’s based in Dry Creek, Nebraska, and has a small town vibe but what a town it is. There is so much going on there below the surface that the Layton siblings can’t help but get into trouble while finding their loves. I wanted to write a series based in Nebraska because it’s where I grew up and I love to be able to share it with others.

WSW: Share the blurb from your latest release with our readers.

A.F:  Sure! Here’s the blurb from A Dry Creek Bed:

“I do believe I can arrest you for looking at someone like that. You’ve got to be breaking some indecency laws.”

Taking a deep breath, she recovered her bearings. Mostly. “You’re out of your jurisdiction, sheriff.”

 Dry Creek County Sheriff Hank Layton is the stuff of dreams. Nasty, steamy, delicious fantasies that leave Beth Martinez weak-kneed and desperately wanting the man she can never have.

Hank can’t stop thinking about Beth to the point where he’s afraid of becoming permanently bowlegged. And even though the sexual tension between them is thick enough to trip over, she runs every time he chases.

But when a mysterious developer forces her neighbors off their land, Beth becomes the one person standing between the scoundrel and millions of dollars. Only Hank can help her uncover the truth. Together they risk their lives exposing decades-old secrets and learn that everything is not as it seems in their rural Nebraska town.

WSW: What character in any of your work do you most identify with?

A.F: Really it would be Beth, the heroine from A Dry Creek Bed. She tries to take care of everything herself even though there are tons of folks around her who would love to help. She’s a little stubborn.

WSW: What’s the hardest part of your stories to write? The easiest?

A.F: The hardest part is the end. I hate saying goodbye to the characters I’ve grown to love. I think that’s why I felt drawn to doing a series. The easiest part has to be the beginning – it’s like falling in love all over again.

WSW: Do you do much research when writing?

A.F: Oh yeah, for A Dry Creek Bed I had to do a lot of research about infertility issues. I love doing research though so it’s fun.

WSW: What’s your favorite place in your entire house to write?

A.F: My office. It has everything I need right here and in a few days there will be a treadmill too so I can walk while writing. Yeah, I’m nuts that way.

WSW: Do you read while writing? If yes, who? If no, why not?

A.F: I have to read. If I’m not reading I am in a foul mood. I’m part of the Book Vixen’s reading challenge this year so you can follow along and see what I’m reading at http://averyflynn.com/amreading/ . My goal is to read 100 books this year.

WSW: What does sexy mean to you?

A.F: It’s that flutter in your chest that makes you stop breathing for a millisecond while you brain screams DAMN! It can be caused by anything from a hot guy out for a jog on a hot day to glancing over and catching Mr. Flynn’s eye while the kids are screaming in the background but he still looks at me like he did the first time he saw me in a mini-skirt.

WSW: Any warning labels to describe you?

A.F: Full speed ahead.

WSW: What food/drink can’t you do without?

A.F: I used to say coffee, but I had to give that up. Yes, I’m still in mourning. So now I’ll say chocolate.

WSW: And finally, tell readers what other delectable works you’ve got in store for us this year.

A.F: Well, I’m finishing up book three in the Dry Creek series, which is the story of a Vegas cocktail waitress Josie Winarski and uptight, history professor Sam Layton who are on the hunt for a treasure while dodging a loan shark. After that it’s the last Layton brother’s story. Sigh, Chris is so yummy.

Thanks so much for having me at WSW!

A Dry Creek Bed EXCERPT

The waiter delivered their drinks. Hank took a long pull from the beer bottle. “I have a proposition to make. Let’s not talk about our day, the crazy people around us or any other general bitching.”

“I’m game.” Beth relaxed back in her seat.

“What should we talk about?”

“The weather?”

He rolled his eyes. “Lame.”

“Politics?”

“Hell, no. I’m trying to eat here.” He popped a chip heavy with salsa into his mouth.

“Okay, so you pick.”

“Sex.” The word came out in a single syllable dare.

The frisson of attraction that normally buzzed in the background whenever she was near Hank moved front and center. It reached out, making her nipples tingle. “I don’t–“

“No specifics,” he interrupted. “Just general factoids. I’ll start. Women who work out have more orgasms than those who don’t.”

“How do you know that?”

“You should know that already, you’re at the gym what, three times a week?”

“Five,” she squeaked out.

The green in his hazel eyes darkened and he stared at her expectantly.

Her breath caught. Damn, she couldn’t think over the dirty movie playing in her head at the moment. But the longer she stayed silent, the greener his eyes turned and the wetter her panties became. Desperate, her brain finally stumbled upon a factoid.

“The most popular flavor of edible underwear is cherry. Totally true, I read it in Cosmo.”

“Cherry’s always been a favorite flavor of mine.”

When did her bra get so tight? It had fit perfectly this morning. Now the lace cups scratched against her hard nipples with enough friction to annoy but not enough to ease the lust turning her brain to mush.

“Got one.” He chuckled softly. “Vegetarians like to give blow jobs more than meat eaters.”

The waiter picked that moment to arrive at their table with a tray loaded down with Mexican food. He acted like he hadn’t heard anything, but the tips of his ears were pink. Keeping his eyes glued to the table, he made fast work of unloading the food, the dishes clanking on the wood table, then sped back into the main dining room.

They busied themselves with filling their plates from the family-style serving dishes. More relaxed than she’d been in months, she snagged an enchilada, cut a chimichanga in half and scooped rice onto her plate. She savored the first bite of cheese and onion wrapped in a handmade corn tortilla. Not as good as abuelita’s, but awful close. Next, a bite of beef chimichanga. The deep fried shell snapped under her fork as she cut off a piece, making sure to get some guacamole with it. The seasoned beef revitalized her tastebuds. She felt more herself with every second that passed.

“It’s not true you know,” she said before taking a second bite of chimichanga.

“What’s that?”

“About blow jobs. Carnivores love oral sex.”

UP A DRY CREEK

Claire Layton expects the usual busy Saturday night at Harvest Bistro to be killer on her stilletto shod feet. She never imagines there’d be an actual murderer on the loose at her restaurant in rural Dry Creek, Nebraska. But when she discovers a customer dead in a dumpster, the killer demands she find the victim’s phone and flash drive or face fatal consequenses.

Jake Warrick, a cocky and mind-numbingly hot private investigator, becomes Claire’s unlikely ally in the search. Jake just wants to solve the case and get out of this hick town, but the diminutive and curvaceous Claire turns his plan upside down as they uncover a more complex crime than they ever imagined. The two bicker and banter like Tracy and Hepburn caught in a whirlwind of intense sexual attraction as they try to find the killer before it’s too late.

Blog: www.averyflynn.com

Twitter: @averyflynn

Facebook: www.facebook.com/pages/Avery-Flynn/177161972329973

Buy links:

A Dry Creek Bed:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/a-dry-creek-bed-by-avery-flynn/

http://www.amazon.com/Dry-Creek-Bed-ebook/dp/B006T5AJ5G/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1325685621&sr=8-1

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-adrycreekbed-668007-149.html

http://www.bookstrand.com/a-dry-creek-bed

http://1placeforromance.com/romantic-suspense/a-dry-creek-bed/prod_6601.html

Up a Dry Creek:

http://www.evernightpublishing.com/products/Up-a-Dry-Creek-by-Avery-Flynn.html

http://www.amazon.com/Up-Dry-Creek-ebook/dp/B0055UZ9UG

http://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-upadrycreek-562621-149.html

http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/66844

http://www.bookstrand.com/up-a-dry-creek

http://1placeforromance.com/romantic-suspense/up-a-dry-creek/prod_4598.html

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]]> http://wickedlysexywriters.wordpress.com/2012/02/21/flash-for-beads-mardi-gras-post-nsfw-contest/feed/ 5 dreabecraft http://wickedlysexywriters.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/guest-blogger-dick-anson/ http://wickedlysexywriters.wordpress.com/2012/02/20/guest-blogger-dick-anson/#comments Mon, 20 Feb 2012 09:00:22 +0000 Lucy Felthouse http://wickedlysexywriters.wordpress.com/?p=1123 ]]> Anybody notice the news media rumpus last December? When the New York Times pointed out that three of HBOs hot shows contain on-going stories featuring incest? In BOARDWALK EMPIRE, it’s Mother & Son incest. In GAME OF THRONES and BORED TO DEATH, it’s Brother & Sister incest.

Well, what’s the big surprise? Incest has been a widely accepted (if underground) basis  for exciting love stories going back to classic Greek Dramas. So Robert Gardner, lead character in my new novel THE WOMEN WHO MADE ME (just published as an eBook by OC Press), falls passionately in love with his beautiful and elegant Aunt Martha. And tells readers all about it in vivid detail.

Falls in love with his aunt? Sure. Just like in Richard Wagner’s RING operas. where Great Hero Siegfried falls in love with his Aunt Brunnhilde, after finding her sleeping on a mountain rock. He douses the flames, and wakes her with a very wet and tongue-thrusting Soul Kiss. This all happens right on stage in the current Metropolitan Opera production (where they’re not uptight about Letting Everything Hang Out). The scene is accompanied by nakedly passionate music that leaves nothing to the imagination, and the Go-For-It cheers from the 4,000 upscale movers and shakers in the Met’s socially elite audience.

But why should this raise any eyebrows? After all, Siegfried is the son of Siegmund and Sieglinde – twin brother-and-sister lovers. In DIE WALKURE, the second opera of Wagner’s Ring series, the twins are separated at birth and meet as late adolescents. They fall madly in love and proceed to have wild sex together—again, right on stage, in the Met’s current production.

Fiction writers have been cribbing material from the Bible for centuries, because it’s chock full of great stories–including a good many involving Incest. Here are a few highlights:

• Moses, Aaron, and Miriam were the children of Amram and his beautiful aunt Jochebed. Not exactly an undistinguished family.
• Original Trifecta-guy Abraham (grandfather of three major religions) married his kid-sister Sarah. And their son Isaac married his cousin Rebekah (after Abraham managed to con God out of trying to sodomize Isaac–which is what Child Sacrifice was really all about in those days). While Esau and Jacob, the sons of Isaac and Rebekah, each married their cousins to carry on the family tradition.
• Abraham’s nephewLothad repeated sex with his two nubile daughters, who bore him sons. Because they kept seducing him with hooch while the three of them were hiding out in the mountains following the destruction ofSodomandGomorrah(and the death ofLot’s wife). A rare example in literature of hot-to-trot daughters using alcohol to lure their fathers into sex. Rather than the more typical routine of fathers plying their young daughters with wine or martinis to soften them up for the big push.

Changing time frames, let’s consider Shakespeare’s favorite—“Queen of theNile”—Cleopatra, who married her kid brother. Their parents were also brother and sister. And their single set of grandparents were uncle and niece.

So it goes. Century after century of fiction writers who can’t resist playing the incest angle in love stories.

Clearly, incest fiction has great appeal to readers even though it’s usually considered radical and even “shocking.” Could this have something to do with the fact that sex with blood relatives is regarded as the Ultimate Taboo in most societies? One of the underground purposes of fiction is to allow us to vicariously experience the forbidden thrills and horrors of Crossing the Line. Therefore, any violation of an accepted taboo can add a nice, exotic touch to make fictional sex scenes (no matter how chaste by today’s standards) more exciting.

Love stories have always been a staple of popular fiction. But they’re more interesting when the lovers must confront Major Barriers to consummating their desires and forming meaningful relationships. The imaginative ways they overcome the challenges posed by these barriers can lead to especially intriguing stories.

However, in today’s increasingly sophisticated and tolerant societies, many of the classic barriers have lost the power they once had for keeping lovers apart. These include:

• Social class or religious differences (very big in the old days)? Oh, come on.
• Racial differences? Another “oh, come on.”
• At least one of the lovers already married to someone else? A minor inconvenience, at best.
• The woman being older? Who cares anymore? Older Woman/Younger Man romantic couples no longer raise eyebrows in so many circles.
• Both lovers being the same gender? Aside from the religious right, most people would hardly care.

So what’s left but Incest? The only relationship still subject to unopposed legal constraints in most societies. In theUSA, state laws prohibit blood relatives from formally marrying. And even make it illegal for them to engage in sexual activity (never mind whether or not they may be consenting adults). Just like the old days in the American South when it was illegal for Whites and Blacks to intermarry or have sex together.

Therefore, any contemporary fiction writer who wants to impose an “impossible barrier” for his lovers to overcome without spending page after page explaining why it’s “impossible” need only make them brother and sister. Or mother and son. Or aunt and nephew. Enough said.

Putting the older, no longer operational, barriers aside, what makes Incest so imposing?

Could it be the take-it-for-granted assumption that the main purpose of sexual activity is the Darwinian imperative of producing children? Preferably GeneticallySuperiorChildren. Certainly superior from the standpoint of physical health (still a concern in the case of Incest—though some scientists poo-poo this). And in the purely social sense as well. Because no one wants children to grow up as social outcasts.

This concern for producing the “right kind of children” is what led to the now-faded tradition of intermarriage among Leadership Classes. Right on up to 1914, when the reigning monarchs of Britain, Germany, and Russiawere all cousins (related to Queen Victoria). But this still couldn’t prevent 19^th Century Europe from shattering itself in the First World War—in fact the cousin rivalry may have even been a cause (read the book The Guns of August for details).

But these days, producing children seems to be declining in importance as the main purpose (even justification) for sexual activity. Having Good Sex is increasingly seen as a fulfilling goal in itself. A beneficial element in close human partnerships (not just between males and females), where producing children may be incidental and even optional.

Could this contemporary view on the purpose of sex undercut the significance of incest as a “barrier” to lovers being able to consummate their sexual desires?

Maybe. But probably not as long as fiction writers (and their readers) continue to see incest as an intriguing and taboo element of excitement in dramatic fiction.

Here’s the blurb:

Valentine’s day is the perfect time for some furtive fumbling and secret sauciness. This amazing collection of nine erotic stories all with a valentine’s theme is sure to get your heart thumping, your blood pumping and your pulse racing. Written by some of the adult and romantic fiction world’s best-loved authors, this special digest is a Valentine’s treat that can be enjoyed all year round!

It contains stories from yours truly, Victoria Blisse, Sommer Marsden, Nicky Raven, Scarlett Knight, Billy Rubin, Penny Goodweather and Vanessa Sade, so it’s a read not to be missed!

Here’s a little taster from my story:

Butter Fingers

Louise inhaled deeply as she stirred the butter cream mixture. The delicious smell invaded her nostrils and made her mouth water. She’d always loved cooking. Not just for the end result but for each and every stage; from measuring ingredients, stirring them, dipping her finger into the mixture every now and then to check flavors and textures, right through to watching others enjoy the fruits of her labour. You could definitely call Louise a foodie.

So engrossed was she in her task that she didn’t hear Simon come home. He parked the car, unlocked and opened the door, removed his shoes and crept right up behind her. She was none the wiser. Double checking that the utensil in his wife’s hand wasn’t a sharp one, Simon grabbed Louise about the waist and said,

“Honey, I’m home!”

Louise shrieked and jumped, then spun in Simon’s arms to scold him. As she brandished her wooden spoon at him, a blob of the mixture flew off it and landed on his cheek. She giggled, and Simon raised an eyebrow.

“Oh, it’s like that, is it?” Simon asked in a mock-stern manner. “You want a food fight, eh?”

Still laughing, Louise tiptoed to lick the mixture from her husband’s face, sensuously dragging her tongue across his stubble-dotted skin. She noticed his breath catch and, much lower down, something hard digging into her hip.

Pressing Louise against the work surface, Simon reached behind her and stuck his fingers into the bowl she’d been using, scooping up some of the mixture.

Before Louise could react Simon had slicked it onto her face, making sure some went on her lips. Bending, he started to remove the sweet mixture, using maddeningly slow strokes of his tongue, reminding them both of how he liked to tease her clit. He licked off every last drop, deliberately leaving her lips until last. By the time he got there, Louise’s mouth was open and ready, her breath quickening as her arousal increased.

Simon sucked the delightful concoction from his wife’s lips, pulling the plump flesh into his mouth and teasing it for much longer than was necessary. Soon, the two of them were kissing hungrily, their taste buds being tantalized both by one another, and by the sweetness of the mixture they’d both consumed.

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Everything Erotic

Year One, Issue Four

Pumpkin’s Great Escape

By Boone Brux

The radio announcer’s voice filled the confines of the rescue vehicle. “Breaking news—The Pixie Dust Processing Plant exploded earlier today, sending a cloud of Frisky Fairy Dust a thousand feet in the air. No fatalities have been reported, but the atmosphere at the explosion site is said to be agitated. Pixie Falls’ emergency teams ask citizens to keep clear of the neighborhood and give crews a chance to secure the area. A spokes-person from the plant advises people to “Stay inside until the dust settles.”

Sirens warned drivers to the side of the road, as Peter wove his way through the traffic, lights blazing.

“I’m sure she’s okay, man. The report said nobody was killed.”

Peter cut a glance to his partner, Jack, who tried his best to exude reassurance. “Thanks, I’m sure you’re right. What about Jill?”

“Naw, she took the day off. Said she’s gonna stand over the plumber until he finishes installing the new hot tub. She refuses to let me lug water from the old well anymore.”

“A wife’s concern—must be nice.”

“Things still not good between you and Pumpkin?”

Peter shook his head. “Same ol’—same ol’. I ask but do not receive.” He drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. “I’m a freakin’ paramedic. You’d think I could breathe some life back into our sex life.”

“You know the old saying, ‘You can’t lead a dead horse to water’.”

Peter arched an eyebrow. “I think it’s ‘lead a horse to water’.”

“Whatever, if the horse is dead you can’t lead it or make it drink, and you definitely shouldn’t bone it.” Jack paused. “Is your horse dead, Peter, cause I have pills for that?”

“My horse is just fine, a damn stallion as-a-matter-of-fact. It’s Pumpkin’s horse that’s destined for the glue factory. She’s always like—‘Not tonight, Peter, I’m too tired.’ Or—‘Geez Peter, don’t you think of anything else?’”

“How long has it been since you got any?”

“I vaguely remember a mercy fuck a few months ago.”

Jack let out a long whistle of pity. “Now that’s messed up.”

“Tell me about it.”

Dozens of flashing lights issued from what appeared to be every emergency vehicle in the county. Peter slowed the ambulance to a crawl as a cop in a respirator waved them forward. Weaving his way through the crush, he stopped the ambulance, and stared.

“What the f…?” His question hung in the air as he and Jack leaned forward in an effort to get a clearer view.

“Is that what I think it is?” Jack asked.

The scene before them looked like the aftermath of a battle. Bodies spread across the manicured lawn of the Pixie Processing Plant. Only the people weren’t dead—far from it. Bodies writhed and undulated in every sex act known to man.

“Whoa,” Jack whispered. “I think I’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

A loud rap on the window snapped Peter from his daze. With great effort, he pulled his gaze from the carnal battlefield and looked at the man on the other side of the window. Peter squinted, trying to identify the officer behind the mask. The man pointed to his respirator and back at Peter and Jack.

“I think he wants us to put our masks on.” Peter reached over the seat, retrieved two masks, and held one out to Jack.

Jack stared at the offered respirator. “Do you really think that’s necessary?”

“Take it unless you want to be trippin’ on Frisky Dust.” Peter shook the mask at his partner, but Jack didn’t take it.

Instead, he raised his eyebrows as if contemplating the possibility. “Well now, that is the dilemma. Can Jill really get mad if I succumbed to Frisky Dust in the line of duty and happened to bang a few willing victims while under the influence?”

Peter shoved the mask into Jack’s chest. “Put it on—that’s an order.”

They exited the ambulance with respirators securely in place. It took all of Peter’s willpower not to gawk at the mass orgy taking place on the lawn.

“Nice of you boys to join us.” Officer Sprat crossed his arms over his chest and stood wide-legged. Amusement danced in his eyes. “There aren’t any injuries so grab your oxygen and start clearing some heads.”

“Uh, how are we supposed to do that?” Peter asked.

Officer Sprat slapped him on the back. “That’s up to you Peter. You’re the paramedic, not me. But I sure look forward to watching you work.” He turned and walked away, his laughter billowing behind him.

“Finally, a crisis worthy of my skill,” Jack said.

With oxygen tanks at the ready, they moved into the mass of gyrating bodies. Tits and asses bobbed—bounced—and shimmied.

“One man should not have to resist this much temptation,” Jack mumbled.

Peter silently agreed. It had been so long since he’d had anything resembling sex and now—here he was—wading through a lake of lust. His cock tightened. He tried to ignore the swelling but when the moans of pleasure and grunting enveloped him, he almost shamed himself.

“Where do we start?” Jack said.

“Right here,” purred a voice below them.

Peter looked down and watched Little Bo Peep crawl toward them. Her exposed, pink nipples giving the name of Peep a whole new meaning.

“Hey Bo, lookin good,” Jack leered.

She rose up on her knees and cupped her breasts. “I’m feeling even better. Wanna find out?”

“Well—since you’re offering.” Jack’s hand inched forward, but Peter pushed it away.

“Are you crazy? Don’t you know who she’s dating?” Jack shrugged and shook his head. “Wolfgang Von Pelt.”

“That crazy, shape-shifting florist?”

“The same and if he catches your scent on Bo’s peep, you’re a dead man.”

“Damn.” Jack jumped back and out of Bo’s reach. “Well, if you’ve got this under control—I’m gonna go help…” He scanned the crowd. “Red. She looks like she could use of a breath of fresh air.” Not waiting for an answer, Jack bolted, leaving Peter to deal with the randy shepherdess.

“Peter,” she cooed. “I seemed to have lost my staff.” Bo walked her fingers up his calf to the inside of his thigh.

The closer her digits traveled to his package, the more it swelled. “Uh, sorry to hear that, Bo.”

A dainty pout formed on her lips. “Can I use yours?” Her hand swept up and rubbed his erection. “Oh, it’s so much bigger than mine.”

Words stuck in Peter’s throat as she fondled and stroked Little Peter to life. Damn, it had been too long. Big Peter had meant to refuse Bo the use of his staff. He’d meant to apply the oxygen mask to her. Yet, as her nibble fingers caressed and teased him, all rational thought bled from his mind.

With aching slowness, Bo reached up and popped the button of his pants. The zipper crept down a little on its own as his cock pushed against its confines. Bo pinched the little brass tab and tugged, unzipping him and setting his cock free. Holding his breath, he watched as Bo’s blond head move toward his erection, and when she wrapped her hand and lips around him his knees nearly buckled. To hell with Von Pelt. He wasn’t so tough.

Warm, moist, soft lips pulled at the tip of his staff. Sucking—yes—glorious sucking. Peter buried his hands in her hair and thrust into her mouth. Fuck, it felt too good. He opened his eyes and stared at the hundreds of bouncing tits, thrusting cocks, and pumping pussies. Yeah, it had been too long.

His gaze scanned the crowd. Fiery auburn curls drew his attention and he stopped thrusting. He’d recognize those locks anywhere.

“Pumpkin.” The name was a mere whisper.

Shit, he’d forgotten about her. With inhuman strength, he broke Bo’s vacuum seal around his dick and shoved the stiff rod back in his pants.

“Sorry Bo.” He batted her searching hands away from his crotch and covered her protest with the oxygen mask. “Breath deep and everything will be fine.”

His eyes remained riveted on the scene fifty yards away. Was that his Pumpkin? It had to be, but nothing else about the woman seemed familiar. She looked so uninhibited—so wild—so willing.

Pumpkin leaned against a tree with Georgie Porgie and Hansel draped around her. Where had her damn blouse gone? Peter’s eyes rounded as Georgie cupped her breast and brought his lips to her large dusky nipple, suckling until she moaned.

“Hey, you loose-lipped gigilo, get away from her!” But Georgie and Pumpkin ignored him.

Peter gaped as the Hansel knelt at Pumpkin’s feet and ran his hand up her thighs to lift her tattered skirt.

“No, no, don’t lift that,” he shouted. “Keep your filthy candy-filching hands off her.”

Then she did it. Lifting her foot, Pumpkin wrapped her long, slender leg around Hansel’s shoulder and pulled him to her, burying his face in her pussy.

“Oh no you didn’t.” Peter dropped the oxygen tank and took off across the lawn.

He knew the second Pumpkin saw and recognized him. A lascivious smile spread across her ripe peach mouth. She ran her hand over the top of her licker’s head and grabbed a handful of hair. Arching, she pressed into him. Her tits bounced as she gyrated against her lover’s mouth.

Peter stopped and pulled off his mask. Mesmerized by the ecstasy on his wife’s face, he stood like an idiot in the eye of a sexual hurricane. He’d never seen Pumpkin look so involved—so sexy. She rocked against the stranger, faster and faster. Peter’s cock swelled and strained against his pants. She bucked and the stranger drank her in. Pumpkin cried out and held the man to her, convulsing and shivering as she rode the pleasure train.

“Son-of-a…” Peter should be riding that train, not some stranger. She was his wife, damn it, dust or no dust. “Pumpkin!”

She looked up and smiled again. Peter closed the distance between them, pinning her with his stare as she unwound her leg and pushed her skirt down. But before he got too close, Pumpkin spun and ran into the Enchanted Forest, the echoes of her girlish giggles the only evidence she had ever been there.

“Now that was fucked up,” Jack said from beside him.

“You got that right.” Peter looked at his partner. “I gotta go after her. You got this under control?”

“Yeah, it’s cool. Go get your lady.”

Peter nodded and sprinted into the Enchanted Forest. Before this day was over, he’d capture his wife and show her the right way to eat a Pumpkin.

Who are the Everything Erotic Writers?

Everything Erotic is a group of twelve authors doing the unthinkable—posting original erotic fiction and non-fiction for free on a blog.

The blog launched September 1st, 2010. Since their debut, they’ve built a following of close to a thousand readers via Amazon’s Kindle Blogs and over 2000 followers on Facebook. Due to overwhelming interest, they started to compile their short stories, serials, and articles into eBooks.

The group currently has five eBooks available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Apple and Smashwords. The heat level of their writing varies from erotic romance to pure five alarm erotica at its best—there’s something for every reader to enjoy.

The EE Team of Authors: Alice Gaines, Boone Brux, C.J. Ellisson, Danielle Gavan, Delilah Devlin, Greta Goddard, Melissa Ecker, M.K. Elliott, Nickie Asher, Roxanne Rhoads, Scarlett Jameson and Whitley Gray

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Some of you may have already read my Blood Hunter Trilogy… Thank you for that, by the way!

And some of you may have enjoyed my latest paranormal story that released in November 2011,

Midnight Beckoning… I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!

Well 2012 promises to be pretty eventful as well, but this year, I’ll be mixing it up and maybe even changing some rules, starting with my current paranormal WIP, “McKenzie Falls”. (This isn’t the final cover, it’s one I made up just for inspiration)

Falling in love with the vampire lord from her current work-in-progress was the least of romance author, McKenzie Heart’s problems. A major deadline approached and all she had to do was finish the final chapter. Easier said than done when the manuscript begins to mysteriously write itself and she finds herself waking within the fictitious world she’s created.

Vampire, Lavery Kingston, has no idea how to find the woman whose voice calls out to him from beyond his reach. He’s only certain about one thing; he must have her or his life won’t be complete. Going against his family could cost him his fortune, but losing her could cost him everything, especially when she magically appears in his world.

When it comes to true love, just how thin is the line between reality and fiction? 

I told you it was different! The idea came to me from the countless times people said to me, “I wish some sexy vampire would come visit me at night.”

Well, I’m not sure if that would be good or bad…kind of depends on whether or not said vampire is the hero or villain of the story, right? Check out this unedited excerpt and decide for yourself:

Another deafening burst of thunder rattled the glass on the window and without warning a blue-green spark of light zapped the computer and the room went completely dark.

Flashes of lightning illuminated the room for seconds at a time. Only the thunder and pouring rain kept the apartment from being totally silent.

McKenzie felt her way to the kitchen and dug in the drawer for matches and candles. The sizzle of the match against the box filled the room with the scent of sulfur. Any other time she’d have savored that smell, reminding her of campfires from when she was a girl. But now it just reminded her how far from home she really was, too far to find comfort.

She placed the candle onto a crystal holder from the cabinet and made her way back to her room. The hallway appeared darker and longer than ever. All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and hide from the storm. She just had to get there first.

A bone shattering clap of thunder shook the apartment and pictures on the wall vibrated. McKenzie’s hand pressed so deeply into her chest she thought she would crack her own breastbone. “Get a grip, McKenzie. It’s just a storm.”

She rounded the corner of the doorway to her bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks to find the shadowy silhouette of a man standing in front of her closed window.

All at once, the candle blew out. McKenzie gasped and instantly turned to run, but her feet twisted beneath her. Her voice seized, thwarting her attempt to scream. Only sparse puffs of air mixed with whimpering shrieks, nothing more than the hiss of a kitten, escaped her lungs.

McKenzie’s feet straightened and just as she reached the bedroom door, the figure from the window suddenly appeared in front of her, forcing her to come to an abrupt halt and stagger back.

Coppery eyes glared back at her. A strong, rugged jawbone flexed. Tiny droplets of water dripped from wet, dark hair onto a chiseled cheekbone and slid down the side of his face where it pooled in the corner of his mouth.

McKenzie gulped in air and inched away.

The man moved with her, gliding just above the floor as if floating.

Tears blurred her vision and her teeth chattered, crippled with terror. “Please— don—don’t hurt—me.”

The man’s eyes widened as another flash of lightning jolted through the room. He stepped back and an expression of amazement spread across his face. “You?”

McKenzie’s heart leapt at the sound of his incredulous tone.

An eerie sensation pulsated over her.

His face, only inches from hers, was so familiar. Without even realizing it, McKenzie raised her hand toward him as electricity tingled from every nerve ending in her body.

The man closed his eyes as her quivering fingers touched his cheek.

McKenzie managed a deep breath and whispered, “Lavery?”

His head turned ever so slightly toward her hand and his lips grazed the center of her palm. His eyes remained closed, but the sound of his deep inhale, sent shivers down her spine.

“God help me, I’ve found you.” His eyelids fluttered open and his intense golden stare warmed her from head to toe.

McKenzie stood frozen in place. Disbelief rattled her mind. This wasn’t real. He couldn’t really exist.

Impossible.

He stepped toward her as the corners of his mouth turned up into the seductive smile she’d imagined for nearly two years, just as she’d written it.

Her heart pounded in her chest. “I can’t believe…” She eyed him up and down.

His powerful hand reached for her.

McKenzie swayed as disbelief overwhelmed her. She leaned toward him, needing to breathe him in. She would know for sure the instant his scent caressed her nose. A deafening silence engulfed the room with only the sound of her heart booming in her eardrums. She had to know.

McKenzie closed her eyes and allowed the inches, which seemed like miles, between them to narrow.

Without warning, a thunderous clap assaulted the room. The power was instantly restored, and as if he’d returned to the abyss of her imagination, Lavery Kingston disappeared.

McKenzie fell back against the wall in the corner of her room, trembling, with only the faint trace of a moist kiss lingering on the palm of her hand.

Look for McKenzie Falls later this year. In the meantime, visit my blog and check out all of my titles which can be found on my publisher’s website and  Amazon!. 

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When Katie’s past comes back to haunt her, can she trust Chad enough, or will it be too late?

Katie Thomas has been living a secret life for four years to keep safe. All of that is about to come to a crashing halt when the ex who tried to kill her shows up again. She’s scared and not sure what to do, until she moves next door to fellow doctor, Chad Davis. He’s the last person she wants to live next door to, but one sizzling night together has her yearning for more. The only thing that stands in her way is what he wants in and out of the bedroom; it’s a threat to everything she’s ever believed.

Can he help Katie unlock her hidden desires and show her that this is more than a fling for him?

Chad Davis has always had a thing for the sexy doctor. Assigned to protect Katie, he is determined to bring down her ex to help him get on with his life, finally. His reasons are personal, but one sizzling night together in his bed is all it takes for his priorities to shift. He is not giving her up, no matter how much she insists she is not right for him.

                                              Excerpt

The moans coming from Katie just about did him in. Chad lowered her onto the bed and the grip of her arms around his neck tightened. For a moment, she pulled away from the kiss.

“I’ve got you. I won’t drop you.”

A smile crossed her face and made his heart grip tighter against his chest. He was going to enjoy teaching her to be submissive.

“Take your shirt off,” he said with a gruff voice.

“What?”

“You heard what I said.” She stiffened and pulled her legs against her chest. Chad stifled a curse. He had to get his dominant side in check if he was going to reach her. He couldn’t go all “hard-ass” on her the first time. What she needed right now was reassurance that she was safe enough with him to truly let go.

“You’re not going to take it off?” Uncertainty laced her voice. .

“If I wanted to take it off of you, I would have.” Kneeling on the bed beside her, Chad promised himself to go as slowly as she needed. His gut told him she wanted this even if she wasn’t sure how it worked. It was part of his job to show her what her body wanted, needed and craved deep down inside. “If you didn’t have a fantasy about this, you wouldn’t have books on BDSM. Let me show you what your body secretly craves.”

“I’m not a helpless bimbo that needs to be told what to do to get off,” she spit back.

He hardly kept his laugh inside. She still wanted to fight what he knew her body wanted, but her independent streak was woven so deeply that she didn’t want to let go and feel. Hell, after all she’d been through, he could understand why. That was one thing he admired about her.  Katie didn’t take shit from anyone.

“Is that so?” Butterflies slammed against her stomach as his hand continued to roam her body. For a moment she worried about Chad’s taking things too far, about not being what he needed in a woman. What if she wasn’t built to do what he wanted? He didn’t give her much time to think on that before slipping off her thong. Now she was completely naked with his hard body pressed against hers.

“Yes. Now, no talking, unless you’re screaming out my name. Until then, call me ‘Sir’.”

“What if I have a question or something is bothering me?”

“Address me as ‘Sir’ and we’ll deal with it. Are you ready?”

Katie nodded. Nothing could happen to her, and if she needed it, she had a safe word. If she had to, she’d hold onto that reassurance with all her might and not hesitate to speak the safe word if things overwhelmed her. That was the whole point of having a safe word.

“I asked you a question.”

Drawing in her bottom lip, she grazed it with her teeth. “Yes, I’m ready.”

“Yes, what, Katie?” He stopped the caress just a whisper away from her breast. She desperately wanted him to touch her again. Arching towards him, she tried to bring her body into contact with his hand, but he moved.

“Yes, Sir. I’m ready.”

“Relax. Every time I touch you, I can feel you jump. No one’s going to hurt you here.”

Taking in a deep breath, she willed herself to relax, or at least try. Before, this was the point where she’d have trouble and start to pull back from her lover.

“Shouldn’t we lie down?”

“If I thought we needed to, then I’d have told you. Get in the middle of the bed and sit back on your heels.” He could almost see the wheels turning in her head, and for a moment, he wondered if she would use the safe word. Taking a breath, she moved to the bed and did as he had told her. Good girl. Chad climbed on the bed behind her. He palmed her ass, sending heat racing down her body. “Anyone ever take you back here?”

Oh God, not there! That shouldn’t turn her on even more. Chad’s body heat seeped into her back as he blanketed her with the hard muscles of his chest. His hand moved between her thighs.

“Don’t make me ask again. I’ll spank your ass next time.”

“Yes, but I don’t like it. It hurts.” She turned her head to glance at him. “No anal. I can’t do that. You can kiss your chance to fuck me away if you think you’re going to hit me.” Never again would she allow a man to hit her. Being that weak again wasn’t an option anymore. Moisture seeped between her thighs at the erotic thought of  him smacking her, but no way would she tell him that it turned her on to have him do it. She’d read about it in her books, and it was never abusive. According to the books, it was always done in a safe manner, and brought the woman pleasure. There’d been times that she’d been so turned on after reading that she had to take care of things on her own. And she had no doubts that Chad would see to her pleasure in every way.

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