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bitches be writin’ about…true love: the mythical unicorn of emotion

I got such a great response when I guest blogged this post on another site a few weeks ago, I thought I would tweak it (slightly) and re-post for my own readers….enjoy. 🙂

True love. That mythical unicorn of emotion many swear doesn’t exist. And the rest of us? Constantly seeking, reading, hoping, validating the notion that one day we will either find it, or have already found it. Not to mention the constant prayer that some skanky home wrecking little bitch doesn’t try to pry it out of your cold, moist and clammy grasp. *grins cheerfully*

I believe in true love. Trust me, it’s easier NOT to believe, then I can justify settling for less. For a while I did. Years ago, when I was with my first serious relationship I thought I found it. I realize now a large part of it was him being my first, and he saw me thru some crazy shit and didn’t leave, and I know I’m not easy. In fact…the phrase two nuts short of a fruitcake often float around, but I ain’t saying who it’s about. It could be me. Perhaps. *stares at nails*

Mayhaps not. ANYwho…When reality set in, it’s obvious I confused lust with love. Haven’t we all done that once or twice? Or a million times…*sighs* I got used to sleeping with the same guy every night, or, in the illustrious words of that finer than a motherfucker Morris Chestnut from one of my all-time favorite movies, ‘The Best Man’ the way my pussy curved to his dick pretty much had a bitch thirsty as hell, lol. Brother could lay pipe, I will not lie. But was I in love? Nah. I was deep in lust. Sad thing is, I truly believe he loved me and would have probably made a decent enough husband too, but…I also know now that wouldn’t have been fair. I would’ve ended up hurting him, because in the end, I knew deep down from the very beginning, in that place where only you and god know the truth (praise jeebus) I couldn’t stay for the long haul.

And ps? Just because someone has been there from the beginning, or like in my case, has seen you though some dark times does not guarantee happily ever after. It just doesn’t. Brutal but honest. I remember reading how Janet Jackson and her husband Rene Elizondo were married 11 years, together even longer. And now they aren’t. For some reason I never thought they would break up. They just always….WERE, you know? Now, she is happily married to who I am guessing she really hopes is her soul mate. Here’s hoping, J. *holds up glass*

In all that time though, I’m sure she didn’t expect that Rene only wanted her for her money and in the end that’s what their break-up came down to. Moo-lah he wanted from her and sued her for. Mind you, we as outsiders can only speculate, but you get my point. It makes me wonder now what his agenda was all along. I hear so many celebrities say, he or she knew me when I was broke and didn’t have shit but you know what? A smart person, hell even an idiot can spot someone who’s got that “it,” or will soon get it, you know what I mean?

So what do they do? They invest in that person and stand by them, and then later when someone says you’re out for cheese, BOO YAH. Pull out that ace, baby. I knew you when you ain’t had shit, I can’t possibly have hidden agenda, right? Because gold diggers, after all are only hookers and hoes from the ghetto, or from trailer parks, or whatever else represents low income, and lack of class. Gotta love them stereotypes, folks. O_o

Now I know it’s not always true. Everyone is not always out for material gain, and it doesn’t mean that’s what happened to Janet and Rene, or anyone else, but bottom line? They weren’t soul mates, that much is clear. Familiarity and history does not necessarily true love make. It matters, but it should NOT be the only thing that sustains you. As I recall, familiarity often breeds contempt, but that’s another blog, eh? lol.

True love does exist. You can realize it ten years after knowing someone, or, god forbid, ten seconds. I don’t advise the latter, lol, but just because it hasn’t happened to me, doesn’t mean I won’t believe that magic and fairies don’t exist.

In my novella series, Give & Receive, this is the theme I think that drives the story. Lena, Danny and Ty really are caught in spider’s web of emotion. Hurt, anger, love, betrayal, heat, lust and downright lunacy just to name a few. She has to determine what she truly feels for both of these men, and they for her. Is it love? Is it just lust? Is she going to choose one, or risk everything and try to have them both? She’s what my one friend Moni luv calls a greedy bitch, so we’ll see how this all pans out.

So here’s my question to you guys. What IS true love? How do you define it? Is there truly only “one” true love? To me, it’s many things. It’s unconditional love. Your soul mate…or mates. (winks) Accepting all facets of a person. The dark side of a person and the skeletons that help define who they are. An extension of you. The sick feeling in your tummy you get wondering at any given moment what they’re doing, who they’re doing it with, or if they’re thinking of you and feeling the same way. You’re always anxious to see them, because when they’re not there, a piece of you is missing. It’s living a little inside of their skin and breathing them in. It’s a perfect line of coke. It’s euphoria. Explosive. Volatile. Carnal bliss.

Love is pain. It hurts. God it hurts. Like a jagged knife that repeats its tear across your insides. Dante’s 9th circle of hell. Anyone who tells you different is fucking lying their face off and you need to hit them in the eye with a bag of pork chops mixed with dirty, wet sweat socks. Repeatedly. And it’s important that they’re mixed up together. And dirty.

Love is angry…so angry…like when you’re so pissed you want to wring their damn neck, then throw them up against the wall and fuck the shit outta them the next minute later. And speaking of fucking? True love knows it’s not always about candlelight, merlot and making love. Sometimes its gritty and savage. Rage. Beautiful in its raw, primal need. This person can be all those things…with you, and you with them. And it’s ok.

It’s knowing you’re finally home. It’s sittin’ on the front porch, watching the sun go down, sippin’ red kool-aid in a ghetto jelly jar. Gotta be ghetto, cuz ghetto love is so much more groovy, lol. It’s a rollercoaster with a million foot drop…and right now I feel a verse. Let me wax poetic momentarily:

it’s a tiny kiss beneath your left ear

the urgency to keep them very, very near

it’s a whispered breath on the small of your back

it’s saying I love you, and hearing it back.

it’s soft and sweet

it’s savage and rough

it’s feeling like forever

will never, ever be enough.

Damn. I…um. Need a drink. Cranberry vodka on ice? *holds up glasses* I’ll pour.

Give & Take: An Erotic Romance Novella (Book II of the Give & Receive Series)

Blurb:

What would you risk to get what you wanted?

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they’re about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena that will test love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that’s forbidden, taboo. and oh so tempting. In their world sex, money and excess are all a game of give & receive, were any wish can be granted if you just ask…

For Ty, Lena and Danny, they’re about to find out as they cross the boundaries from all things safe to an arena that will test love, friendship and loyalty. An arena that’s forbidden, taboo…and oh so tempting. In their world sex, money and excess are all a game of give & receive, were any wish can be granted if you just ask…

Lena Blake: Life was supposed to have gone back to normal. After all…It’s been months since that night at Sadist. Months of reliving, remembering, experiencing…each moment. Over and over again. Oh yeah, she remembered. Every. Vivid. Illicit. Detail. Like it was yesterday.  What she did. Who she did it with.Her best friend. And Danny…the one who had carved out her heart years ago. There to witness it all. An act so public, so voyeuristic, so forbidden, she was still feeling the intensity between them all. The lines were crossed now.  There was no going back. Not even if she wanted to.

If she were honest she would admit she didn’t…

Tyler Malone: I knew I risked a lot doing what I did. I risked my friendship, with the one person I trusted and loved most of all, even if she can’t…or won’t see it. I played a dangerous game with Blake, too, but he either needs to step up…or step back.  I put everything on the line for just one night. And hell yeah, it was worth it. She’s worth everything. I love her just as much as he does, maybe more, since I accept everything about her, even her love for him. Life is all about the chances you take. To succeed you have to gamble. Play big…or go home. And I play to win. At all costs…

Danny Blake: Seeing her that night with Ty, watching her come undone, made me realize for the first time the life I could have. I saw her. Really saw her, body and soul, and I know now, the ache for her never truly went away. It only intensified over the years, with a need bordering on obsession. My one addiction I could never get clean of. I need her like air.

In the high stakes game of give & take, you have to risk everything.

Winner takes all…and to the victor goes the spoils.

Book II of the Erotic Romance Novella Series, Give & Receive.

Excerpt:

“So, Ty.”

“So, Lena.”

“When you put your mouth on me…how did I taste?”

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Ty was sure he hadn’t heard her correctly. If he were truthful, he probably hadn’t heard Lena correctly since he met her.

But did anyone?

“I’m…wait-what?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. You didn’t hear me? I asked how I tasted. To you. You know…when you went down on me, as you so eloquently and succinctly put it. Must I repeat myself? Surely you aren’t as hard of hearing as you pretend to be.”

She heard him on the phone as he shifted. She heard the rustle of movement and could almost clock the exact moment his dick stood to attention, almost military-like in precision.

“Isn’t that what you wanted to talk about earlier? How I begged and pleaded pretty please, with a cherry on top for you to tongue fuck my absolutely beautiful, soaking wet, pretty little cunt?”

Ty made a strangled noise in his throat.

She was playing dirty. She also managed to gain the upper hand.

A fact not lost on Ty.

“Do I taste like candy, Ty? Sticky and yummy…and oh, so sweet?”

He groaned something inaudibly.

“I’m sorry. Did you say something, Ty?”

“Why. Are. You. Teasing. Me.” He ground the words out slowly, carefully, like they physically hurt to say them.

“I don’t want to play games with you, Ty. I promise. I tried asking a question and you seemed…reluctant to answer. So I thought changing the subject might make things easier. Is that so bad?”

She grabbed some more popcorn and popped it in her mouth.

“It’s like the microphone thing you were talking about with Danny a few months ago. Remember that? You were just trying to change the subject then, right? It certainly couldn’t have been for anything else. Which by the way, thanks for reminding me. I did get that microphone for the new studio I’m building in my house.” She sipped more water and swallowed loudly. “And you were right, of course. The big, thick microphone was the best choice. How’d you figure it would be the nicest fit between my…I mean, against my lips?”

Ty moaned a low, guttural sound.

He also began to sport a fabulous erection and patted himself painfully.

“Down boy.” Ty muttered to his dick. He winced as it defiantly grew harder still.

“Pardon? Did you say something, darlin’?” Lena’s voice was a buttery caress, sliding down his neck and dripping all over his spine.

“Nothing.”

“You sure now…I don’t want to ignore you, baby.” Lena laughed softly.

“Oh yeah. Never that.” Ty scowled into the phone.

“By now you’re thinking about how my mouth would feel, sucking your cock between my lips. Letting my hot, moist tongue go up and down the shaft of that lovely penis of yours. Does that sound about right, Ty?”

“Fuck.” Ty whispered softly. The image enveloped in his mind of Lena’s mouth closing around his cock, going down, deep into the back of her throat as he held her head, feeling silky curls, spilling over in his hand; his warm, wet semen spilling down her throat.

“I bet you’re thinking about how far I would take you, right? Backing off until I could lick just under the tip of you and taking you back again, between my lips. Would you like that?”

Ty was unable to speak at that point. He opened his mouth to talk and his throat had gone dry. All she could hear was the harshness of his breathing.

“Do you want me to stop? I can if you want me to, Ty. All you have to do is ask. But you have to say so. I might not be able to stop if you don’t.” Lena sounded mocking as she turned his words back on him, but realized she was getting caught up in the moment too. When her hand brushed over the apex of her thighs, her nipples tensed and drew up, her body letting her know she played a dangerous game of cat and mouse.

“Ty? Stay with me, baby. You didn’t answer my question. Do you want me to stop? Because I will. I’ll stop right now. You won’t get to hear the rest, Ty. How I would keep sucking you, and licking you and milking you, until all that come sprays out and goes down my throat…Say something now, Ty. Or I stop.”

“Wait.”

“Hold on, Ty. I just wanna get this butter off my finger. It’s dripping down a little, so I have to put my whole finger in my mouth, deep in the back of my throat, so I can suck it off.” She made a deep, throaty noise and moaned. “God that tastes good. Lots of butter, a little salt, dash of sugar…kind of like the perfect tasting…well. Never mind. I shouldn’t say it.”

“Say…what?” Ty voice cracked over the phone.

“Nothing. In fact, forget I said anything. I’m so embarrassed. I feel like I’ve been extremely inappropriate, so I’m just going to hang up now. I’ll get at you tomorr-”

“No…wait.” He sounded desperate.

“Lena. Please.”

“Please what?” She couldn’t stop the smile of satisfaction, coloring her voice.

“Don’t stop. Please…don’t stop.” His voice was low. Strained.

Full of sex…and dark heat.

Gotcha, bitch.

She was dripping wet now. Exactly what she deserved, doing shit she knew she had no business doing. Ah well. She’d reconcile with her conscience later.

She inhaled sharply as her fingers found themselves strumming between the fleshy, warm folds of her pussy, her thighs parting wider on the couch, her white cotton nightshirt riding up above her hips with her movement. She moaned as she soaked her fingers in the wetness of her labia, bringing her them up to her tongue and sucking them into her mouth.

“Fuck….oh god, Ty. My pussy tastes so good. Sweet and a little spicy…like some kind of exotic fruit. But I guess you knew that, right?” She laughed breathlessly as his breathing became more irregular and heavy. He knew. He remembered.  Her taste, musky and sensual, probably permanently etched into his mind forever.

“I wonder how you would taste mixed with my juices…maybe like cookies and cream? I’ve considered so many times what would happen if I finally gave in and sampled you. You would be sweet and salty, maybe…like my popcorn. Don’t you think?”

Ty growled a noise, deep in his throat, a feral animal in heat. Unsafe. Predatory. Explosive. She shivered in spite of herself. He sounded…hot.

“I would kiss all that delicious pre-come off of you, licking those throbbing veins, sucking you until you couldn’t wait anymore, Ty. Your cream would spurt and flood into my waiting mouth, between my lips, spilling out because it’s so much. Jesus Christ, you feel good against my lips. I would suck every last drop of the rest of it down my throat, nipping and licking all around you. Would that feel good to you, baby?

She flattened her palm on her stomach, feeling the curves and dips, caressing the skin there, feeling the warmth and the fine sheen of sweat. She used her hand to travel upwards and circle her nipple, giving it a hard pinch. She closed her eyes at the startling jolt of sensation.

“Are you fisting that big, fat cock of yours thinking about it? Are you touching yourself, Ty? Because I am. My fingers are so deep in my cunt they are completely saturated with my own wetness. I’m finger fucking myself like it was you, Ty. I have to use four fingers, thought. You’re so thick, it’s the only thing close to you right now.”

“Oh god. Lena…I can feel it. I can feel your lips on me. You feel so good. So fucking amazing.” Ty’s voice was hoarse and tight with emotion.

“Tell me how you’re touching yourself. I want to hear it. You don’t want me to stop, do you? I would hate to do that now…especially when we’ve…come…so far.”

“Jesus Fucking Christ, Lena. What are you doing to me?” Ty unzipped his pants so his cock sprang free and slid his hand up the shaft, feeling it’s warmth. He could feel the little drops of pre-come rise to the top and run over, using it to help lubricate his hand.

“I’m trying to make you feel good, baby…you remember? Like you did to me?”

What the fuck?

Of course there was an angle. Wasn’t there always one where Lena was concerned?

Would it ever be any other way with her?

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CaprisFate

What’s a woman to do when a voice follows her home and makes mad, passionate love to her?

Corporate business woman, Capricious Gray, is dragged to a sex toy convention by her best friend. Once a shocking, mysterious disembodied voice helps her with her purchases, it follows her home. Passion ensues, leaving Capri torn between lust for her fantasy lover and the desperate need for reality in her life.

Thall, son of one of the Fates, harbors the irrepressible need to be with the woman he’s desired from afar for years. In order to make her his, once and for all, he must help Capri get past her fears, including the fear of what he represents – a fantasy.

Can fantasy become a reality for these two lovers?

Excerpt –

I rippled my fingers across my nipple, which traitorously responded. So did my lower parts. They tingled. The bustier was much tighter than I would have hooked it. My breasts were forced into a way-out-there position. My body liked the restraint. I tickled myself again. My nipple grew firm. Playing with both, I squeezed and pulled until they stood erect and pinky-proud.

“They’re beautiful. Continue,” the voice urged.

To the flesh on my breast, my fingers were like ice cubes. My areolas contracted. My nipples stiffened. My next touch changed to sandpaper—rough and scratchy. Tingles shivered through my body. Hot, cold, rough, soft—each new sensation was a surprise.

Sweat trickled down my neck. Pressure built deep inside. My hand turned palm up, and the vibrating nipple clamp fell into it.

It took me a moment to figure out what to do. No, Thall didn’t send the instructions along, and I hadn’t had a chance to read them yet. My bad.

Unclasping it, I encased my nipple then hit the tiny switch. A squeal escaped me as a tiny electric pulse shot through my aroused dusky tip. The other clamp floated in front of me. I secured it onto my left nipple and held my breath.

Snap. Snap.

A surge of lust rushed through my body then centered in my crotch.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

The electric pulses were titillating—pun intended—and random, and I found myself waiting for the next. They didn’t fire together. Nor did they go off in even patterns. I lay back wallowing in the random sensations they delighted in me. I wanted this to last for hours. A small thought nudge me. How long do tiny cell batteries last?

The arousal gel poured itself over my upper thighs as strong fingertips raked the insides, forcing my legs apart.

Arousing was so the wrong term for the lubricant. Fire would be a more apt description. I’ve been cooler after a tough hour of hot yoga class.

Sweat rolled in streams from me, yet all I did was rest on silk pillows having my nipples erotically zapped. I pulled my knees up and let them fall. I was fully exposed, and horny as hell. I wanted to be fucked. Needed to be fucked.

The bottle of warming gel flipped pouring liquid heat down my crotch. My glass penis hung, head down, aimed between my legs.

“Do you want it?”

I groaned.

“Do you want it inside you—mercilessly driving you to a screaming orgasm?”

Do the Fates understand the term – duh!

A hand separated my vulva and began long glides up the insides of my labia. I sighed and sunk to the edge of bliss.

Snap.

Snap. Snap.

Damn! Forgot about the nipple clamps.

The long fondles turned to tiny flicks tickling my labia and inner thighs.

I squirmed and wiggled. Fire danced over my body. “Touch me!”

“Where?” His voice brushed past me ear.

“My clit.”

Every sensation stopped. I think my heart did too. I didn’t breathe.

Time-stopping, scorching strokes on the smallest part of my body. My fingers dug into the pillows as I experienced the most mind-fucking sensation ever and released an intense scream of joy.

“Ohhhh!”

“Again?” His voice was soft and tinted with humor.

“Yes!” It was more of a snarl than a polite response.

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the beauty serial by skye warren

The Beauty Series is a serial featuring graduate student Erin and a scarred hero, Blake. The initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, is a short story available for free from most retailers. The next three are novellas and will be released late May, mid-June and early July of 2013. 

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This Amazon Bestselling short story is now the beginning of a sexy serial as three new sexy novellas follow Erin and Blake. Read the steamy encounter that started it all…

Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.

“Sweet, touching and erotic, Beauty Touched the Beast was wonderful.” – Sizzling Hot Book Reviews
   

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In the long anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.

When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as an associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal…even if it means leaving her behind.

“…an intriguing and sexy beastly hero, a vulnerable young student who coaxes him out of his shell, and a romantic and erotic storyline that is sure to satisfy readers. Another winner from Warren.” – Penelope’s Romance Reviews

   

Blurbs:

Beauty Touched the Beast

Erin cleans Mr. Morris’s house twice a week, soaking up every moment with the reclusive ex-soldier she secretly loves. Blake Morris knows he’s scarred both inside and out and is no good for the beautiful young woman who cleans his house to pay for college. But when Erin walks in on Blake touching himself and moaning her name, all bets are off.

Beauty Touched the Beast is a short erotic story of lovers finding refuge with each other. Not for those under 18 years of age or those uncomfortable with the subject matter.

Beneath the Beauty

In the long anticipated sequel to Amazon Erotica Bestseller Beauty Touched the Beast, Erin and Blake explore their new intimacy and encounter old enemies.

When Blake receives an offer to return to his alma mater as associate professor, he knows this is his chance to reenter the world—and to be worthy of the woman he loves. Erin wants this chance for him to heal… even if it means leaving her behind.

Beneath the Beauty is an erotic story told in serial format. Don’t miss the sexy initial installment, Beauty Touched the Beast, available now.

Excerpt:

Her breath caught in her throat as she took in the sight. Mr. Morris lay on the bed, his skin damp from a bath, a towel in disarray around his waist. Only his hand covered him at all from her view – his fist on his cock. And as she watched, it pulled down, baring a glistening head, and back up.

He was masturbating.Shit!

She ought to leave. She really should turn around, walk away and absolutely not watch. Instead she stood, her eyes riveted to his exposed cock standing up thick from his taut grip.

“God, baby,” he moaned, his eyes closed, “suck it, please.”

Every bit of her, from her tingling skin to her thudding heart jolted in response. Her lips parted, as if she could obey him from across the room. Her clit throbbed at the sound of his rasping voice, saying such dirty words. At the sight of his muscled body and thick, standing cock.

“Yes. Yes.So beautiful. God.” His other hand cupped his balls. “That’s right, baby. Lick them. Suck them.”

Her mesmerized gaze spanned to his face, snared on the interplay of shiny scar tissue and ruddy, healthy skin twisted in a grimace of pleasure. His burns and coarse features might make him repulsive to some, but when she saw only Blake, with his brilliant ideas and gruff kindness.

“Touch yourself. Yeah, yeah. Take me deep in your mouth and stick your fingers in your cunt.”

Her thighs squeezed together where she stood, giving herself relief from the ache at her core. She wanted more – more pressure, a stronger touch, but if she moved her legs or her hands, she’d have to acknowledge that what she was doing, being a voyeur was wrong.

He moaned her name. “Erin…”

Then he came, spurting into his cupped hand.

From shock, from arousal, she let out a sound – a whimper. Heavy lids slid open as he turned to look at her. His eyes, the green-brown eyes that were usually filled with good humor or earnestness, now stared at her in horror.

About the Author:

Skye Warren writes unapologetic erotica, where pain and sex and love collide. She has been called “a true mistress of dark and twisted erotica” and her dark erotica series has reached the bestseller lists at Amazon and been a Night Owl Reviews Top Pick.

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terri osburn: meant to be

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First off, thank you, Alisa, for this opportunity. I love this site and the fun vibe you have going. I am happy to report that my first novel, a contemporary romance called MEANT TO BE, went live to the world this week. The buildup was lots of stress eating and hand-wringing, but now that it’s out, I can breathe.

And continue to stress eat. Sigh.

MEANT TO BE is the first in my Anchor Island Series. Anchor Island is a fictitious place based on the real life Ocracoke Island at the base of the Outer Banks in North Carolina. It is accessible by ferry only, a twelve mile landing strip, then a village about two miles wide and one mile long.

Yes, I take small town to a whole new level. Needless to say, there are no traffic lights on Anchor Island. There is also no cell phone service. SMALL!

So, when the book opens, the heroine, Beth Chandler, is on the ferry on her way to meet her future in-laws. She’s alone because her fiancé, Lucas Dempsey, is a workaholic who needed to stop at the office before they left Richmond and sent her on ahead. As a people pleaser, Beth has a tendency to do these sorts of things she’d rather not do, but that would make others happy.

This particular setup—alone riding a ferry—is a problem because Beth has a deep-seated fear of drowning. Well, technically, she’s only afraid of drowning while riding a boat. She can take a bath with no panic whatsoever. Anyway, she’s in the midst of a panic attack when along comes a hero of the four-legged variety. Oh yeah, and he has a friend.

Breathing in through her nose, she blew the air out through her mouth. Just then, hot breath fluttered over her left arm and an unpleasant smell filled her nostrils.

That could not be her breath.

Heavy panting invaded the silence of the car and Beth opened one eye to find the source. Big brown eyes sur­rounded by rust-colored fur stared back. One ear flopped forward while a black tongue lolled to the side. The animal tilted his head and lifted a large paw, propping it on her thigh.

She might have flinched had she not been frozen in fear.

“What’d you find, Dozer?” asked a voice from some­where behind the intruder.

Looking past the mutt, she saw a man draw up behind him. Bright blue eyes and a stubble-covered chin were all she registered before shifting her focus back to her hands. Defending herself against a madman on a barge was prob­ably going to be difficult without the use of her hands.

“Hi there,” he said, giving the dog a pat on the head. Then he mumbled, “Good boy.” Presumably to the dog.

The stranger’s voice, low and sensual, vibrated down her spine. Her hands relaxed enough to allow blood flow back into her knuckles. The book hadn’t suggested finding a sexy guy to talk her down. She should have looked harder until she found one written by a woman.

“Hi,” she said, her brain now as uncooperative as her hands. She ventured another glance in the dog owner’s direction and her entire body sighed.

The man was, as her granny would say, built for sin. Full lips, strong jaw, and one deep dimple finished off a face gifted with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Wide shoulders filled out a navy-blue T-shirt that tapered down to a narrow waist and low-slung jeans. She couldn’t see his feet behind the dog, but would bet her best business suit he sported work boots.

Talk about answered prayers. This was a flotation device she wouldn’t mind going down with.

Things get a little complicated from here as an attraction ignites (which she’s prepared to ignore as she’s an engaged woman), but then Beth learns that the dog owner is her future brother-in-law, Joe Dempsey. There’s lots of tension, a villainess who happens to be Joe’s ex-fiance, and a great deal of angst. But there is a happy ending. You’ll just have to read the whole thing to see how that happens.

Thanks again to Alisa for having me here today. If you’d like to learn more about me or my work, you can grab all the details on my website at http://www.terriosburn.com.

Blurb:

Sometimes the next best thing is what you’ve been looking for all along…

Beth Chandler has spent her whole life pleasing others. She went to law school to make her grandparents happy. She agreed to marry her workaholic boyfriend, Lucas, to make him happy. And, despite her fear of boats, she took a ferry to see Lucas’s parents just to make them happy.

While suffering through a panic attack on the ferry, Beth meets a tall, sexy stranger who talks her down from her fear—and makes her heart flutter in the process. Soon, she has a new reason to panic: her gorgeous, blue-eyed rescuer is Lucas’s brother, Joe.

But could she ever leave her fiancé for his own brother…even if Lucas is more focused on making partner than on making their relationship work…and even if Joe turns out to be everything she never knew she wanted?

Excerpt:

Breathing in through her nose, she blew the air out through her mouth. Just then, hot breath fluttered over her left arm and an unpleasant smell filled her nostrils.

That could not be her breath.

Heavy panting invaded the silence of the car, and Beth opened one eye to find the source. Big brown eyes sur­rounded by rust-colored fur stared back. One ear flopped forward while a black tongue lolled to the side. The animal tilted his head and lifted a large paw, propping it on her thigh.

She might have flinched had she not been frozen in fear.

“What’d you find, Dozer?” asked a voice from some­where behind the intruder.

Looking past the mutt, she saw a man draw up behind him. Bright blue eyes and a stubble-covered chin were all she registered before shifting her focus back to her hands. Defending herself against a madman on a barge was prob­ably going to be difficult without the use of her hands.

“Hi there,” he said, giving the dog a pat on the head. Then he mumbled, “Good boy.” Presumably to the dog.

The stranger’s voice, low and sensual, vibrated down her spine. Her hands relaxed enough to allow blood flow back into her knuckles. The book hadn’t suggested finding a sexy guy to talk her down. She should have looked harder until she found one written by a woman.

“Hi,” she said, her brain now as uncooperative as her hands. She ventured another glance in the dog owner’s direction and her entire body sighed.

The man was, as her granny would say, built for sin. Full lips, strong jaw, and one deep dimple finished off a face gifted with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. Wide shoulders filled out a navy-blue T-shirt that tapered down to a narrow waist and low-slung jeans. She couldn’t see his feet behind the dog, but would bet her best business suit he sported work boots.

Talk about answered prayers. This was a flotation device she wouldn’t mind going down with.

A sound that could only be called a meep escaped her lips. Engaged women were not supposed to have lustful thoughts about men who were not their fiancé. Being engaged for a mere two weeks was no excuse.

“Are you okay?” he asked, clearly recognizing insanity when he saw it.

“I’m fine,” she yelled, panic raising her voice several decibels. Though she wasn’t sure if the panic was still over imminent death or her heightened hormone levels. “No problem here. Move along, please.”

The dog set his other paw on her leg and nearly climbed onto her lap, his head popping up between her arms. “What’s he doing?” she asked.

The man chuckled and Beth shivered. “Saying hello.”

A dark tongue dangled dangerously close to her nose. “Do you feed him black licorice or something?” The dog’s entire tongue was black. “That’s the chow in him. Also what gives him that big head. You should hear him bark.”

Right on cue, the dog did just that, making her ears ring. If she hadn’t been staring into the face of a dog, Beth would swear a grizzly had climbed into her car. “You need a breath mint. Bad.”

“You’ve scared her enough, Doze. Get off the pretty lady.” As the dog backed out of the car, Beth tried to ignore the compliment, but felt a blush heat her cheeks. “This crossing takes a while,” he said. “You could come out and walk around. Most people do.”

“People are walking around?” Fear momentarily trumped by amazement, Beth turned toward the stranger as far as the seat belt and her grip on the wheel would allow. “How can people be taking a leisurely stroll as if we aren’t all about to perish in the sea?”

“Just trusting, I guess.” The man smiled as he took a step back. Her libido tried to take a step forward. Seat belts really were lifesaving devices.

Buy Links:

Kindle > http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Anchor-Island-Novel-ebook/dp/B00AQ2A886/

Print > http://www.amazon.com/Meant-Be-Anchor-Island-Novel/dp/1612183085/

Website > http://www.terriosburn.com

Facebook Page > https://www.facebook.com/TerriOsburnAuthor

Twitter > @TerriOsburn

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Goodreads > http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6873792.Terri_Osburn

Bio:

Born in the Ohio Valley, Terri relocated below the Mason Dixon line in the early 1990s after experiencing three blizzards in eighteen months. Seeking warmer climes, she landed in Nashville, did a stint in Arkansas, and eventually moved to the East Coast, where she settled near the ocean. Reading has always been a passion in her life, with Romance her chosen genre, but it wasn’t until 2007 she endeavored to write her own. Five years and many pages later, in 2012, she was named a finalist in the Romance Writers of America® Golden Heart® contest. An agent and contract soon followed. Terri resides in Virginia with a teenager, a Yorkipoo, and two fat and happy tabbies. To learn more about this author and her work, visit her website at http://www.terriosburn.com.

katya armock: givin’ us desserts

I love food. I like cooking, eating, making up recipes, trying new things—and I like to translate that into my writing by giving my characters interesting meals. In To Hiss or to Kiss, one of the desserts the hero, Jorge, makes is sticky toffee pudding. So first, I’m going to give you the recipe I love, which is adapted from a Gourmet recipe. Then my post will finish off with a steamy post. It’s like two desserts in one!

Sticky Toffee Pudding with Toffee Sauce

This recipe is for four servings

Pudding:

  • 1 1/3 cup pitted dates
  • 1 2/3 cup water
  • 4 tablespoons unsalted butter, softened
  • ¼+ cup packed dark brown sugar (if you use light, this dish will have less of a kick to it)
  • 2 eggs
  • 1 teaspoon vanilla extract
  • 1 cup self-rising flour (or if you don’t want to buy a bag just for this recipe, 1 cup flour and 1 ½ teaspoons baking powder)

Sauce:

  • 2/3 cup heavy cream
  • 5 tablespoons, plus a dab extra, unsalted butter
  • 1/3 cup packed dark brown sugar
  • 1 tablespoon Lyle’s Golden Syrup (this is so yummy, I’m sure you’ll find other uses for this sugary treat)

Pudding:

Preheat oven to 400 degrees Fahrenheit. Butter and flour four ramekins, knocking out excess flour. Combine dates and water in saucepan and bring to a boil. Transfer water and dates to a bowl to cool to room temp. Meanwhile, beat butter and brown sugar at medium-high speed about a minute. You want the mixture to be pale and fluffy. Add the eggs one at a time, beating after each. Beat in vanilla. Mix if flour.

In a food processor or blender, puree the cooled dates with the baking soda until just combined. Add to batter and stir gently until just mixed. Pour batter into ramekins. It’s easiest to put the ramekins on a baking sheet to cook for 20 to 30 minutes, or until a toothpick inserted in the center comes out clean. Remove from oven and cool for 10 minutes.

Sauce:

Combine all ingredients in a saucepan and bring to a boil while stirring. Boil about three to five minutes, or until sauce is thick enough to coat the back of a wooden spoon.

For a lovely presentation, run a knife around the sides of each ramekin, and flip the pudding onto individual serving plates and coat with sauce. Serve warm.

Now for the second desserts!!

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Excerpt:

He purrs and moans as I come slowly back up, grazing his hard penis with my hands as I rise. He lets me turn him so he faces me, then I back him toward the bed and give a playful push. He falls back, grinning. He puts one hand behind his head and gives me a smoldering look as he crooks a finger on his free hand and beckons me onto him.

“You’re such a pushover.” I straddle him.

“Only for you, sweet Chloe.” He grins wickedly. “Now I think it’s only fair you show some skin too.”

“Oh, yeah? What if I just want to pet you?”

A bit of the cat gleams in his eyes. “But I want to see your beautiful flesh. I want to play with you, too.”

“Hmm, when you put it like that.” I lift my shirt over my head and fling it off the bed.

He sits up rapidly, leaning to lick along my collar bone as he undoes my bra. “Tasty.” His whisper makes me shiver.

“Like catnip?”

He chuckles and the rumble feels decadent as he takes one breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. My hips start to swivel, my need for sensation growing. I run my fingers through his hair, throwing my head back to press my breasts into his kiss. Trailing kisses across my chest, he mumbles, “You are most definitely my catnip.”

“Glad to know I get you high.” I can barely manage the joking tone, given the way my body is reacting to his touch.

He pulls back and I meet his gaze. “In more ways than one.” He grins, flexing his penis a bit to emphasize.

I start giggling and he reaches to undo my pants.

He spies the boxers I borrowed this morning. “Already helping yourself, I see.” He dips his fingers below the waistline.

“I figured you wouldn’t mind.”

“Does this mean I get to keep your panties?”

I swat at him, giggling. “Pervert.”

At that he flips me onto my back with what appears to be very little effort, making me gasp as he efficiently strips me of pants and boxers in one fell swoop. “Now we’re even.” His eyes drink me in with so much heat I clench my thighs, my hips rising slightly off the bed. “God, you’re beautiful.” He leans down over me, his skin a fire along my body.

I push his shoulder lightly. “Hey, I was supposed to be the one in charge this time.”

He growls a little while kissing my neck.

“Is that a no to me being in charge?” I want to sound annoyed, but his tongue hits a sensitive spot behind my ear and it comes out as more of a moan.

“Doesn’t sound like you mind too much.” He sounds a little too satisfied.

I take the moment of distraction to wrap a leg around his and use my hip as a fulcrum as I put everything I have into a shoulder shove.

He at least moves a bit.

“Dammit.”

He chuckles, and I swat at him.

“This is not funny.”

He leans back so I can see the amusement in his face. “I kind of think it is.”

“Oh, yeah?” I reach down to squeeze his penis. He gasps, and I take that moment to complete a flip. “Just needed the proper distraction.” I move my hands up to his chest and kiss the soft curls that spread across his pecs.

“You play dirty.” His hands cup my butt. “No fair.” He groans as I gently bite his nipple.

“Now who doesn’t seem to mind too much?” I kiss my way down his torso.

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Blurb:

Chloe can “talk” to animals…so why can she hear the thoughts of this hot, green-eyed man?

Abandoned by her mother and raised by a father who’d given up on life, Chloe doesn’t let anyone get close. Lucky for her, she can communicate with animals—telepathically. Animals are the only people she needs. When a suspected dogfighting ring comes to her attention, Chloe decides to do a little spying. In her rush to win the dogs’ trust, she almost gets caught.

Until a sexy stranger intervenes, and she finds she can overhear his thoughts. She’s never been able to hear people, and this man’s about as sexy as she’s ever seen. It’s more than intellectual curiosity that drives her to discover his secret: he’s a jaguar shape-shifter, and the presence of this cat among the dogs might be a bit too much to handle. But the animal attraction is just too hot to resist, and the passion between them makes both the sparks—and the fur—fly…

 Author Bio:

I like books that are funny and fun to read (and hot!) but also make me think or look at the world in a new way. I am influenced by magic realism, comparative mythology, and esoteric spiritual practices from around the world.

I spent too many years chasing someone else’s definition of success. My life simplified, I returned to my first love of writing.

These days you’ll find me writing, pet sitting, juggling a number of freelance gigs, and reigning as my home’s domestic goddess. I live in the Midwestern U.S. with my husband, dog and cats. Alas, I have, as of yet, been unable to teach my husband how to purr.

Website: http://katyaarmock.com/

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