Monday, June 28, 2010

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Brita Addams!

NG: Today, I’m welcoming author Brita Addams on Simply Sexy Stories! Hello, Brita!

BA: Thank you so much for having me, Nichelle. I really appreciate you giving me the opportunity to share my book with your readers.

NG: I'm so glad your here and I can't wait to hear more about your book. What do you enjoy the most about being a writer?

BA: I enjoy bringing the characters in my head to life. I have always loved the creative process, from initial thought to writing "The End." To create a story that people wish to read and are entertained by is a wonderful feeling and one that I hope continues for me for a very long time.

NG: What do you find the most challenging about being a writer?

BA: My idea about point of view in love scenes is totally different than publishers. I would prefer to write in both of the character's points of view, getting, in my mind, a well rounded view of the scene. At first it was difficult for me to remember not to 'head hop.' Now I am very conscientious about it and hopefully it doesn't happen.

NG: Head hopping is contagious. *g* What genre(s) do you write and why?

BA: I write erotic Regency romance because I love to read about that period in history. Though it only lasted about nine years, it was a time of excess, stringent rules and from where we sit today, their conveniences were greatly lacking. All of that allows for some interesting situations.

I can also have my characters speak in a more formal way, with more deference to those they speak to. I've always thought I was born in the wrong century, though I must say, I wouldn't give up air conditioning for all the fans in England.

NG: lol. What's the one thing you wished you had known about the publishing world before you got into the biz?

BA: Not to use the word THAT so much!!

NG: Yes, that "THAT" is a tough one. :) Are you a plotter or panster?

BA: A definite panster. I think of the story, the characters and the general scene, then I let the characters take me where they may. I tend to write like I think and there are always interesting avenues to explore. If it were all plotted, I don't know if I could write as good a story. Sometimes changes are dictated and if the book is plotted, those changes could change the rest of the book.

NG: Any advice you’d like to share with aspiring authors?

BA: Keep writing and don't put off today what you should have done years ago. In my own experience, many factors played into me not pushing ahead with my writing. Some things were out of my control and some were stumbling blocks, unrelated to writing, that I couldn't seem to overcome. Now I feel an urgency to write every day to produce the stories that I love.

I live and breathe writing, wanting always to better my craft and put out stories that people will enjoy reading. Hone your skill and don't be afraid to take the step into the publishing world.

I would also advise that aspiring authors should venture into e-publishing, with a good publisher like Noble Romance. The print world is rejecting out of hand, more than they are accepting. I read somewhere that it was about 90% of the manuscripts they receive. This doesn't bode well for new authors, who will likely get an unsigned rejection letter, with some general reason for the rejection. Their manuscripts won't even be read. Noble, for instance, I've heard described as "a class act" and "picky." The books they produce are wonderfully told stories worthy of publication. E-publishing is the future of publishing. I am very proud to be a part of it.

NG: As am I, these are exciting times! Do you have any other hobbies that you enjoy?

BA: I have been a non-professional genealogist for over 20 years. I love digging into my own family history and have helped many others find some of their phantom roots. I have a few branches that I am convinced were beamed down, but for the most part, I have exhausted the avenues available for those folks. I've maintained a website for my mother's hometown in upstate New York and have, with the help of many contributors, compiled a hefty amount of information on the town.
Aside from that, I love to travel, go to the movies and spend time alone with my husband. Oh, yes, I love my children too!

NG: What an interesting hobby and I imagine very rewarding. Now, let's talk about Serenity's Dream. What this sexy tale all about?

BA: Serenity Damrill returns to her husband after a ten year absence, but she has a secret. Though she tells him she wishes to experience his prowess with a paddle and between the sheets, there is more. She's been accused of murder and where better to hide than at the sex club her husband owns? Especially when no one knew she was even married. It is the first book in The Sapphire Club series. Book two, Lord Decadent's Obsession will be out at Noble on July 19th. The third book, Chocolate, Tea and The Duchess is under contract and will be out later this year. (Couldn't do it in five sentences!!)

NG: *g* That's OK, readers want to know more! What inspired you to pen this spicy tale?

BA: Well, my books tend to be a bit more than the usual Regencies. I, as a reader, enjoy reading about the sex lives of the characters. Honestly, isn't that a good bit of the why we read romances?? I kept thinking about what it would be like to own a sex club, have a reputation for being sexually extraordinary and yet one's wife hadn't experienced that prowess. What would happen upon her return?

NG: I love it! What’s the one thing readers can always count on when they pick up a book written by you?

BA: The Sapphire Club series, starting with Serenity's Dream, is populated with compelling characters, each with their own sexual proclivities. The stories are hot and sexually charged about two people (or three – Tease! Tease!). There will be lots of sex and not of the usual missionary kind and a real story. These aren't your Mama's Regencies!! They aren't tame, according to some formula, but I believe everyone can identify with the characters.

NG: If you could be any mythical/fantasy creature what would you be and why?

BA: Nichelle, I am too happy being me to be anyone or anything else. I've lived an interesting life, starting with being named for one of my father's old girlfriends! I've always wondered if my Mom had anything to say about that. I've lived in Iceland of all places and have been married to a most wonderful man for many years. I have great children and grandchildren. Life is extraordinary and I want to live it as me.

NG: Sounds wonderful, Brita. Care to share what you think is sexy?

BA: That's easy. My husband. Let me explain. Besides the obvious things that a wife thinks of her husband, mine is sexy for many other reasons as well. He makes my coffee for me every day, does all the cooking, loves our cat as much or more than I do and is a wonderful father and Poppy to our grandchildren. When he laughs, my heart skips a beat and when he is sad, I am profoundly sad for him. He is my biggest fan, long before anyone else even knew I was writing. The biggest thing is – he's read every single word I've written, every one, and tells me every day how proud he is of me. That, my friends, is sexy, even when he does it with all his clothes on!

NG: That is sexy! Your husband it the ultimate hero! Brita, thank you so much for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories!

BA: Thank you, Nichelle for having me. I've enjoyed this experience and I hope your readers have as well. Of course they should read Serenity's Dream, but they should read your wonderful book, Rapunzel's Release as well. It is a great read. Congratulations on your new contract. I'm happy to see a wonderful author such as yourself be recognized by others. Much luck to you. Ok, I'm an unabashed fan!

NG: Awww, thank you Brita! I hope you know I'm a fan of yours too. :)

In 1814 London, Serenity, the long-estranged wife of Lucien Damrill, suddenly reappears after she hears of the sex club his owns. Rumors of his considerable sexual prowess, something she never gave him time to exhibit, now warms her in the most interesting places. She claims to want him, his spankings, which she secretly craves, and the ecstasy of his lovemaking. But is this the real reason she's back or is it a well-thought out ruse?

Though skeptical of her sudden reappearance, Lucien Damrill, is willing to take her at her word and institutes a spanking regimen that Serenity simply adores. Lucien’s sexual abilities are beyond her wildest dreams and soon they fall into a frenzied, erotic life with “The Sapphire Club” as their backdrop.
Bliss doesn’t last nearly long enough however. When someone from her past suddenly appears, her deceit is uncovered and she soon her husband’s skepticism is accompanied by all-out apathy. Can they overcome the obstacles and create the life of which Serenity dreams?
Super Steamy Excerpt Below:

A somewhat disheveled Lucien Damrill entered the sanctified environs of his library, a well-outfitted cave for the bear he was becoming. It being Thursday, he’d just finished his usual session with Lady Amelie Foxworth, an insatiable beast of a woman, who could be thrashed bloody, fucked insensible and still beg for more. A more jaded woman he’d never met and he’d seen it all. He was tired, aroused and feeling rather beastly himself.

With a compelling need for the burn of his favorite libation, he walked directly to the rosewood sideboard and poured himself a generous measure of his finest French brandy. He turned to make his way to his desk when he was stopped in his tracks.
Before him, on a red and gold striped Hepplewhite chair sat someone whom he thought, nay, prayed never to see again. “How in bloody hell did you get in here?”

“Why, dear, is that any way to speak to your dearly beloved wife?”

Lucien cringed at the thought, feeling his aroused cock wither. “It is simply by an aberration that state exists between us. You are no more my wife than this glass is,” he spat out, holding up his cut-glass snifter with the figure of a nude woman as the stem.

“It may surprise you to learn I have returned and wish to make up for all of the years I have neglected you.”

Lucien affected a laugh, remembering how his beloved wife, the former Serenity Malin, had met him at the altar, stiffly consummated their union and promptly hied herself off to the country, where she’d resided uninterrupted for the last ten years.

“Serenity, dear, I have not felt neglected in the least. You really shouldn’t have troubled yourself with thoughts of my welfare, for I have given yours less thought than I would give a stranger. But wait, we are strangers, are we not?”

Serenity maintained a haughty mien. Lucien saw how her bottom lip quivered ever so slightly. Knowing his wife wasn’t given to dramatic displays, he knew he’d struck a chord.

He would also have been blind had he not noticed that in ten years his wife had matured into a rather lovely woman. Her chestnut hair was stylishly coiffed, with curls framing her heart-shaped face and tendrils flowing from the loose knot at the back of her head. Her breasts were nearly overflowing her bodice, making Lucien imagine releasing them from their bonds and burying his face between them. He quickly dismissed his licentious thoughts, remembering who this woman was and why he held not a single pleasant thought concerning her.

“I am serious, Lucien, I wish to be a real wife to you. That’s why I have come back.” He felt her icy blue eyes follow him as he paced the room.

“It would have nothing to do with the fact I am now wealthy and you wish to relieve me of some of my wealth?”

“How can you say such things? You have always provided for my needs and I could ask for no more.”

“Then why are you really here?”

“I have heard things about you and they intrigue me.”

Lucien laughed again. “It seemed nothing about me ever intrigued you before. Why now?”

“Oh, but you are wrong, my dear. You have always fascinated me, but just recently I learned about the club and what you do here.”

“The club? You have come back because of the club? Serenity, I have owned The Sapphire Club for five years and you have just heard of it? I must see to it my man of business does a better job of spreading the word.” He was more suspect than ever since the club wasn’t news, unless of course, one had been living under a rock for five years.

“I was attending a house party in Yorkshire and overheard some gentlemen talking. They said some very provocative things, and I was fascinated to say the least.”
“Provocative, you say. Such as?”

“Well, it would seem they were under the impression you ‘blister arses and fuck ‘em insensible.’ That’s an exact quote.”

Lucien chuckled at hearing his once prim and proper wife cursing like a gob in a sleazy tavern. “Yes, that’s what I do, among other things and I have a very satisfying life doing so. I fail to see how that would be impetus for you to return to hearth and home.”

“Well, when I learned of such things, I found I was curious. If you would perform such services for others, would you offer the same to me?”

If incredulity had a face, it would have been that of Lucien Damrill, for he was undoubtedly the very definition at that moment. “You wish to have your lily-white derriere paddled? My dear, pardon my foray down the path of skepticism, but as I recall, you had no interest in getting naked with me for any reason, a slight omission on your part when you accepted my marriage proposal, as I recall.”

“I will admit I was willful.” That earned her a loud snort. “I was wrong and I am willing to admit it. Many years have passed between then and now. I have changed. Then to hear you were so, ah, adventuresome, I simply couldn’t believe what I had heard.”

Feeling his deuced body betraying him as he spoke, he continued to pace, albeit somewhat less comfortably. “I have created a place where people can come to fulfill their sexual fantasies. As you can see, I have done well, by myself, I will add. Why would I want to have you around my neck, when I worked so hard to forget I even had a wife?”

“I wish to be treated like one of your clients, Lucien. I wish to submit to you completely. I yearn for your discipline and I wish to your satisfy your sexual needs. I am desirous of being all you would wish in a wife. I have much to make up for.”

“What has brought about this change of heart? You must admit it is suspect.”
“I have been lonely all of these years. When I heard you owned a club where people could go to see their sexual fantasies become reality, I realized I have needs and wish to have them fulfilled. Who better to do that than my own husband?”

“You have sexual needs, Serenity? I find that extremely difficult to believe. You had no use for my cock in the time, albeit one night, we lived together in the holy state of matrimony. I have suspected you found your own fulfillment elsewhere in the time we have been apart.”

“Have you, Lucien?”

“I’m a man, what would you think?” He waved his arm and sloshed some of his precious brandy onto the red, cream and blue Aubusson carpet.

“I have never begrudged you. I know I’ve not been a true wife to you, but I wish to change, if you will let me.”

“So what you are telling me is you wish to be a wife to me in exchange for having your fantasies become realities?”

“Yes, dear. I believe you would find I am willing to do anything you ask. I have thought long and hard about this and I find the more I think of it the more I wish I’d never left you.”

“This would have nothing to do with wanting children would it, because I have no interest in such things.”

“No, Lucien, I am past my childbearing years; I was thirty on my last birthday. I gave up that dream about the same time I walked away from you and our marriage. I wish to come back and be a part of the life you have established for yourself.”

Lucien’s head was pounding from the long hours he’d put in at the club and most particularly from the conversation he was having with his wife. Traitorously, his cock had heard every word, too, damn it.

It was most unexpected she should suddenly appear, here, at The Sapphire Club. Somehow he’d never imagined that would happen.

“Yes, I would imagine my wealth would appeal to you. The country estate wasn’t enough to entice you to remain there?”

“Lucien, don’t be cruel. I understand you don’t trust me, but I swear to you, I am telling you the truth. I only wish to be your wife in every sense and I ask you allow me to demonstrate my sincerity.”

“Fine, if that’s what you wish, bend over the sofa and show me how sincere you really are.”

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Friday, June 25, 2010

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Sarah Ballance!

NG: Today, I'm welcoming newbie author Sarah Ballance! I'm honored to be the first to interview you on Simply Sexy Stories! What do you enjoy the most about being a writer?

SB: I have a husband and six children ages 4 weeks to 11 years. The laundry is never done. The dishes are never done. The writing … that, I can finish. And, unlike my children, my characters actually listen to me. (Um, sometimes.) Writing gives me a sense of accomplishment, and for that I love it dearly.

NG: Your commitment and love of writing is obvious. What do you find the most challenging about being a writer?

SB: Making the transition from my world to that of my story. When I can only steal 30 minutes to write, I need to hit the zone and hit it fast. When I began my second novel, I figured out that music was the key. For 45k words and counting, I’ve listened to the same CD - Miranda Lambert’s Kerosene. As soon as the first notes fill the room, I’m right where I need to be.

NG: That's cool! I use music to get in the zone too. What genre(s) do you write and why?

SB: Down in Flames is a romance. I started with that genre because I read a lot of romance – and live one in real life thanks to my hubby - but I made the jump to romantic suspense with my second novel. There’s just something delightfully evil about delving into the diabolical mind of the bad guy, and more than anything I love the challenge of pulling it together in the end.

NG: Adding a bad guy always spices things up. What's the one thing you wished you had known about the publishing world before you took the plunge?

SB: I don’t think I knew anything about the publishing world. I started Down in Flames last spring (’09) as a challenge to myself because, as a nonfiction writer, fiction terrified me. Six months later I was finished and, on a whim, sent off my first query. Less than a year after I typed the first word I had a contract in my hands from Noble. Considering Down in Flames was my first attempt at fiction, I’d say I have a lot to learn about the way the biz really works, LOL.

NG: Are you a plotter or panster?

SB: I have a bit of both in me, but I lean towards panster. I start with a simple 10-pt outline, list of characters and stats, and find a photo for each one just for my own reference. But that’s the prep; once the words start to flow, all bets are off. The characters tend to dictate their own paths, and my outline changes to keep up with them. I’m a stickler for keeping some semblance of organization in my work, but it’s just as important for me to go where my story leads me.

NG: Any advice you’d like to share with aspiring authors?

SB: Don’t let your first words bog you down. I tried for way too long to get the first chapter of Down in Flames “right.” I would have saved myself a lot of time and grief to skip the initial attempts at editing, but I didn’t figure that out until I went back after the first draft was complete. By then I had fresh eyes and months of writing experience to draw from (not to mention a healthy amount of abuse – er, guidance - from my awesome crit partner.)

NG: Having a great crit partner is invaluable. What other hobbies do you enjoy?

SB: I decorate cakes, mostly for kids’ birthdays, and love to cross stitch. I also like to cook big meals from scratch, but I’d skip out on all of the above to spend the afternoon on the boat. Just don’t tell my husband I said that because he had to lobby hard for that particular toy!

NG: I used to cross stitch! You have to have a lot of patience for that hobby. *whispering* I won't tell your husband about the boat. ;0) Let's talk about Down in Flames. What's this romantic tale all about?

SB: In many ways, it’s a comedy of errors. Jack returns home with the intention of making up for an old mistake, but he realizes he can’t outrun his past when his wild reputation catches up with him in a big way. In the end, he’s willing to sacrifice everything – including the woman he loves – to make things right for her, but it turns out Molly would much rather have him.

NG: Mmmm...sounds intriguing! What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

SB: I originally had another plot planned, but my brilliant crit partner took notice of a detail in one scene – a photo on a desk – and had an “uh oh” reaction. She saw what I missed, and suddenly I had a whole new conflict for my characters. Things really fell into place from there (for me – not so much for Jack and Molly, LOL).

NG: What’s the one thing readers can always count on when they pick up a book written by you?

SB: An undercurrent of humor. I like my characters to take good-natured jabs at one another. I tend to skip the obvious and go for the double entrendre or throw out a quip at some of the most inappropriate moments, which not only makes them human but really amuses me as a writer.

NG: *g* I love laughing out loud when I'm reading a book. If you could be any mythical/fantasy creature what would you be and why?

SB: I’d have a couple of extra arms and endless patience. I don’t know if that answers the spirit of the question, but to be a mom and writer with six kids and endless patience is both myth and fantasy from where I’m sitting!

NG: You know what you are sooooo right! I can't let you go without asking you what do you think is sexy?

SB: I’ve spent the last 13 years married to a man who puts the average romance book hero to shame, and everything he does is sexy. (Might be why we have the aforementioned half-dozen kids). When a man can glance at you across a chaotic dinner table and convey in a single look what he plans to do you later that night, “sexy” is an understatement!

NG: Awww! That's so sweet and VERY romantic, just like Down in Flames! Sarah, thank you so much for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories! I wish you all the best with this release and many more on the horizon!

Caution! Super Hot Excerpt!
The back door slammed open with such force Molly thought for sure it was broken. She didn’t care. She and Jack fell through the doorway in a feverish tangle of arms, legs and panting breaths that left her seeing stars.

Jack stumbled backwards, trying unsuccessfully to kick off his boots. He almost landed himself and Molly on the floor in the process.

"Just leave them on," she choked out just as he succeeded in freeing himself.
"Hang on," he said, breaking away from her for a torturous moment. He pushed the back door shut and locked it. Before he could turn around, Molly had her arms around him from behind, her fingers following the naughty trail of hair down his abdomen and into the waist of his jeans.

Jack grabbed her wrists and gently tugged them out of his pants, turning in the circle of her embrace until he faced her. Molly shivered at the raw emotion that clung to his features, the way his eyes darkened with need. But the charge hung between them for only a moment before he picked her up. Ignoring her squeals, he held her straddled against his hips in a deliciously erotic twist on her earlier piggyback ride. She hooked her ankles behind him and clutched his neck, wasting no time in delivering a path of teasing kisses from his ear to the soft underside of his chin.

"Dammit, Molly, you’re going to get wetter," he said with a throaty growl. "Let’s go upstairs."

She started to tell him she was already wet, but the light vibration of his voice against her skin left her senseless. Instead, she nodded without a clue as to whether or not he noticed her consent. He didn’t appear to be waiting for a response, either; in fact, the rock of his gait suggested he might be taking the stairs two at a time.

Molly thought she’d dissolve when he lowered her onto the bed, his lips meeting hers in a slow, silky kiss that left her deliciously unsure of which way was up.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" He moved his hands from her thighs to her belly, taking her dress with him.

"Are you kidding me?" Pleasantries forgotten, he ripped the dress over her head and playfully pushed her down to the bed, sinking down after her. Her eyes fluttered closed as he took the tip of her bare breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the peak and sending an avalanche of wet heat tumbling through her.
Molly moaned and arched into him in a futile attempt to get closer. He was delightfully preoccupied with an award-winning assault on her nipples, teasing one side with his thumb and finger while his tongue worked a number on the other.

For a few sweet moments, Molly couldn’t remember her own name, let alone what kind of hare-brained thinking led her to turn him down years ago. She was only half aware of his hand as those fingers slid down to her side, even as they blazed a hot trail along the curve of her waist, past the swell of her hip. She barely felt the fabric of her favorite tangerine-colored panties as he tugged against them. But when he managed to slip a couple of very talented fingers under the wet fabric, she almost shot off the bed.

"Duly noted," Jack said wryly, not giving an inch in spite of the way she writhed helplessly beneath him. Or maybe because of it. Instead, a teasing grin casting an impish glow to his eyes, he wedged the rest of his hand under the drenched fabric and slid those two devilish fingers deep inside of her. She didn’t know what in the world he did at that point, but with his thumb caressing her arousal and a deep, rolling sensation filling her, Molly didn’t stand a chance. She was already gone.

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Monday, June 21, 2010

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Charisma Knight!

NG: Today, I thrilled to have erotic romance author Charisma Knight on Simply Sexy Stories! Charisma, what do you enjoy the most about being a writer?

CK: The feedback I receive from readers who enjoy my stories. They inspire me to write more than I do. I had one reader in Romania tell me that she sees a little of herself in my stories.

NG: That is really neat! What do you find the most challenging about being a writer?

CK: Hmm. I must say keeping up with the promotion, which can be a daunting task.

NG: To say the least. What genre(s) do you write and why?

CK: I’m an interracial erotic romance writer who possesses a love for IR relationships and couples. I’ve always been involved in IR relationships, and totally believe we were put on this earth to mesh. We all belong to one race, the human race. Plus, as a teenager I do remember reading romance novels and envisioning myself within the arms of the hunky cover models. ; )

NG: Imagine how different our world be like if everyone believed we were one race. What's the one thing you wished you had known about the publishing world before you got into the biz?

CK: Honestly, t
here is nothing. I’m quite content, and have been learning since the day I decided to submit my first story.

NG: Are you a plotter or panster?

CK: I’m a panster. Stories just flow, and I put it all down. Now, there have been a few times when I’ve had to sit down and create an outline for two of my WIPs.

NG: Cool! I've met a few pantsers on this blog. Any advice you’d like to share with aspiring authors?

CK: Oh yes. Never give up, and keep pursuing your dream. Surround yourself with positive people, and keep the negative ones out, because they will bring you down everytime, eventually knocking the wind out of your sails.

NG: So true. What other hobbies do you enjoy?

CK: I love to read, make flower arrangements since I’m a plant killer (don’t mean to me.) Shopping, hanging with my girls, (not a hobby, but something I enjoy tremendously) studying Reiki, because I enjoy the feeling I receive when I help someone ease their physical discomfort. Graphic arts & web design (when I have the time and patience.)

NG: Let's talk about, Just an Average Vampire. What's this sexy tale all about?

CK: Just an Average Vampire is about the unconditional love vampire, Cecil McKagan has for Trina Jones who has recovered from an emotional and physical abusive husband. After a year, the two develop feelings for one another, however, Cecil fears his feelings for her because of her past.

NG: What inspired you to pen this spicy story?

CK: I wanted to write of a vampire who has a vulnerability; his feelings toward Trina Jones.

NG: What’s the one thing readers can always count on when they pick up a book written by you?

CK: Readers can count on my books laced with sizzling erotica, fantasy, and a little bit of real life sprinkled in.

NG: Gotta love that! Now, if you could be any mythical/fantasy creature what would you be and why?

CK: Vampire! Because they are so damned sexy.

NG: lol. Ok, so we know you think vampires are hot, but what else do you think is sexy?

CK: An alpha male who is dominating (when desired), yet caring and gentle and will go out of his way to appease his woman.

NG: My kinda man too! Charisma, thank you so much for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: After discovering the courage to divorce her abusive husband, Trina Jones rises from her ashes like the legendary Phoenix. Strong-willed and determined, she rebuilds her independence. After her divorce, a string of bad luck sets her back tremendously. Faced with eviction and repossession, Trina becomes frustrated. To make matters worse, she is laid off from her job.

Vampire Cecil McKagan graciously accepts Trina into his home once he discovers her hardship. The bond between them ultimately strengthens, and the pair become lovers. However, past negativities threaten to tear the couple apart...

Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:
Cecil cupped her face between his hands. He bent down to kiss her, but not before nuzzling his nose against hers. Without a thought, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her out of the kitchen and into the bedroom. After setting her down, Cecil lay on top of Trina, straddling her so she could feel his hard-on. Something within him ignited as his lips covered hers. His tongue danced with hers, and her taste was fantastic.

He moaned against her lips as he felt her nipples swell beneath him, through their clothes, and he smelled the intoxicating aroma of her increasing arousal. She stole his breath from him when she moaned with pleasure against his lips and wrapped her thighs around his waist. God, her heat seared him with such ferocity.

"I need to feel myself inside you. Tell me if I take things too fast." He stifled his eagerness so he could pleasure her the way she needed. Nervousness also rushed through his body.

Their kissing ceased just so they could relieve themselves of their confining clothes. A few buttons on Cecil's shirt popped off as they freed him from the cotton material, eager to feel nothing but the naked flesh of one another. Once every inch of clothing was shed, he allowed Trina to roll him onto his back where she pressed her hot, wet pussy against his throbbing, hard cock. His fingers ran through her thick hair, down her neck, and to her shoulders, exploring the rest of her body. He traced the deep cleft of her back down to her tailbone.

"Aw, baby." Cecil groaned as his hands reached her firm, plump ass. Unable to resist, he squeezed both voluptuous cheeks with his hands as precome oozed out the opening of his cock. His woman was giving him no mercy as her lips drifted along his neck, nibbling, licking, and biting him. Pure torture, he thought as he parted Trina's ass cheeks, his index fingers circling her slick anus. He slipped a finger into the tight opening and growled when she whimpered against his neck.

Licking his lips, he realized his incisors had descended. They itched with need to penetrate the smooth, dark brown skin of his woman. His tongue sought to taste her from the inside out. There was no spot on her body that would remain untouched. Cecil's finger drove deeper inside Trina's asshole, and he cursed aloud as her arousal increased, the sweet elixir coating his cock.

"I want this. Will you give it to me, love?" He fingered her tight asshole.

"I’ve never—"

"No worries. Then we won't, not now."

"I want to, but―"

"Shh. Roll over, woman. I need to taste you."

"What are you going to do to me?" she whispered.

With a sigh, Cecil removed his finger and flipped her over onto her back. He had no patience, and talk was out of the question. His mouth watered at the gorgeous goddess lying spread beneath him like a succulent buffet.

Excited, he covered her body with his, nibbling her neck, making her rake her nails across his back as he pressed his hardness against her juicing flesh. He pinched the skin with his incisors, careful not to break through the thin barrier.

He lowered himself to her soft, round breasts, licking her chocolate-dipped peaks. Holding them between his hands, he squeezed her breasts together, suckling both nipples at once. Stopping, he took the sight of them in. The dark areolas, the size of fifty cent pieces, excited him, along with her soft moans that broke the silence in the room. Excitement shot through him as he brushed the sensitive peaks with his thumbs. Again, he dipped his head for another taste, making Trina arch her back.

Inching his way down her body, he planted fiery kisses along her stomach, even the scar, surprised she had not protested. He growled as she threaded her fingers through his hair and pulled it.

He licked the scar with his tongue, as though it would heal it. He kissed it and continued his journey as Trina nudged the top of his skull. He grinned to himself at her impatience and his own as he continued to the spot that would bring her to pure ecstasy. He moved on, enjoying the exploration of her flesh. He grinned to himself as he caused her to squirm beneath him.

He brushed his chin against her trimmed triangle, becoming drunk with her scent. She was more than wet. She was drenched with excitement. Her moisture clung to the insides of her thighs and saturated the sheets. Her juices shimmered in the soft light. Dipping his head, Cecil tasted her swollen clitoris as he inserted his finger into her dripping pussy. Her cries heightened, creating a wicked smile on his face.

"Oh God, Cecil!" Trina shuddered with pleasure.

"Yes, my dear. Do you like that?" He curved his finger inside her, searching for the delectable G-spot that would drive her through the roof. Her pussy clenched around his finger as he slid in and out of her.

"Uhh—Oh, Cecil!"

With a smile, he dropped his head between her legs, nibbling on her clitoris. He continued this for several moments, causing tension to rise in her stomach. He enjoyed watching her stomach quiver. Raising his head, he fingered her with his index finger while stroking her clit with his thumb.

Fire shot through his veins as his fangs itched to penetrate her femoral vein. He lathed at that area while her cries rung in his ears. Lowering his head, he grazed the area with his incisor, and a growl slipped past his lips. Need pushed through him like a freight train.

"Yeah, baby, ooohh, eat me!" Her voice was strangled as he slipped his hands beneath her voluptuous ass cheeks.

Cecil lathed her pussy with his tongue as he squeezed her buttocks, unsatisfied until she howled with pleasure. After her orgasm, he would let up.

"I'm coming. I'm fucking coming." Trina strained beneath his grasp.

"Yeah, baby, come on my fucking tongue!" he said between licks. He thrust his greedy tongue inside his love, holding it there while she released. He grunted as her nectar erupted from within, flowing over his tongue like hot lava from an erupting volcano. Cecil damn near came himself as the last waves of Trina's orgasm ceased. He continued lathing her pussy with his tongue, enjoying her gasps and shudders.

"I need you now." He eased his way up her body like a large, predatory cat. "I need to be inside you."

"Then take me now, Cecil."

His eyes never leaving hers, he lowered his cock against her slick, swollen lips until a gasp escaped her throat. He shuddered as her hands slid down his hardened body until they reached his taut buttocks, pushing him against her flesh.

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Saturday, June 19, 2010

Come Celebrate Gay Pride Month!

Noble Romance Publishing, LLC
author Beth Wylde
Join Forces to Celebrate
GLBT Pride Month!

Prize Package Option #1. Jewelry Set.

Prize Package Option #2. Summer Fun Set.

Noble Romance Publishing, LLC authors and erotica author Beth Wylde will join forces this Sunday, June 20, 2010 to celebrate GLBT Pride Month.

Come celebrate with us! Read hot excerpts. Win free ebooks. Chat with our authors.

Prize Package Option #1. Rainbow Sunset Jewelry*: Leave a comment to qualify to win. Dichroic glass pendant, matching earrings and bracelet. Vivid shimmering colors. Handmade and kiln fired. Each piece is a unique work of art. Earrings have glass bead accents & surgical steel earwires.

Prize Package Option #2. Summer Fun Beach/Pool Set*: Leave a comment to qualify to win. Includes umbrella, Keith Haring Details beach towel, Sandstone coasters and a Rainbow backpack.

*Only One Prize Package will be awarded, winner's choice. Prize Package available to U.S. residents, only. Should the winner reside outside the United States, Noble Romance Publishing will substitute a comparably valued gift certificate.

To participate, you must join Beth Wylde's Yahoo Group by Sunday morning, June 20th. Read the excerpts and then be the first to answer the authors' "Quiz Questions," which will be based on the excerpts, and win a free ebook! Each author will be in charge of their own excerpts and quiz questions.

The email addresses for everyone who leaves a comment will be noted, and at the end of the day, Jill Noble, Senior Editor with Noble Romance Publishing, LLC, will randomly choose one commenter as the lucky prize winner of one of the terrific prize packages!

Partial list of participating authors:

Stormy Glenn

Jaye Valentine

Charlie Cochrane

Stevie Carroll


Barbara Sheridan

Bryl R. Tyne

Clancy Nacht

Scarlet Hyacinth

Martin Delacroix

Jenna Byrnes

KT Grant

A.B. Gayle

Remember, you *must* comment to qualify to win, so join Beth Wylde's Yahoo Group and we'll see you Sunday!

Oh, and please spread the word! :-)

Friday, June 18, 2010

Sci-Fi Hunks!

I've enjoyed science fiction week here on Simply Sexy Stories and to celebrate, I've selected some of my favorite sexy sci-fi hunks. So, set your phasers on stun...stunning sci-fi hotties that is and have a stellar weekend!


Red pill or blue pill...decisions, decisions, but I have decided Morpheus was Hot!

(I'll admit it, I'm a Trekkie!)

Loved old Spock, didn't think he could get any, he did!

To boldly go ....

Arrogant, cool in the toughest spots, this Spock had it going on!

Ahhh, Captain Kirk! Passionate, impulsive and so sexy!

Who can forget
Hans Solo?




Thursday, June 17, 2010

Echoes of Possibilities - Steamy Science Fiction!

NG: Today, I'm welcoming A.B. Gayle, author Initiation, the final story in Noble Romance's latest science fiction anthology, Echoes of Possibilities! Welcome, AB!

AB: Hi Nichelle. Thanks for the opportunity to talk about Initiation.

NG: Why do you think sci-fi fans will enjoy your story?

AB: There have been long-running debates on blogs such as Heather Massey's Galaxy Express about whether or not sci-fi romance as a genre trails behind others because of the lack of alpha males. Respondents pointed out that often it is sci-fi females that "save the world".

Initiation offers that element in spades. A strong female who kicks butt. In this case she's joined by a powerful male. He may not be the galaxy's best fighter, but he is no doubt the best lover around.

I first dreamed up C.E.D.R.I.C. The Sex Slave Cyborg as a sexy romp, using to me what could be come scifi's equivalent of Regency Romance's rakes and Paranormal's vampires and werewolves. A strong alpha male who has that added "something extra" that appeals to readers. Cyborgs rock.

Having done that, I had to work out who or what my hero was. The first episode in what I hope will be an ongoing saga showed how Cedric came into being. The story, Reversal, featured in Echoes of the Future another anthology published by Noble Romance Publishing along with m/m stories by Aleks Voinov, Kate Cotoner and Jude Mason.

Cedric has developed further as the blurb and excerpt will show. However his adventures aren't finished. I have fleshed out the next episode Retribution which will follow after this story ends. Each story is complete in itself as Cedric (being immortal) will outlive most of his masters and mistresses.

The first story contained a fair degree of humor. To me, sci-fi can become very heavy as so many facts and back story are needed to make the world come alive. I like to lighten the experience for a reader and use the sci-fi setting to get rid of stereotypes and restrictions placed on us by the real world.

I suspect and fear that too often readers shun sci-fi because they fear being bored. Instead I'd like them to discover the possibilities and freedom the genre offers. It really is romance without borders.

Initiation was also inspired by reading a short story by William Maltese, Anasazi Medicine Bag in which a tribe of Native American Indians use a medicine bag to turn men gay as retaliation for near genocide of their tribe. The second last paragraph of his story read: "This has me wondering if we're not all part of some elaborate Indian conspiracy that will one day soon have all white men preferring sex with medicine bags, or with other men. Only a select group of Indian studs left interested enough in sex with women to procreate?"

The great "what if" which underlies all science fiction.

I ran with the concept (with William's permission), pushed it a bit further and wrote about a time when only women were left on their planet. This gave me a delightful twist where Jen, our heroine, is considered abnormal because she prefers men to women.

I also borrowed Dock 5 from the lady who I regard as the best sci-fi romance writer of today, Linnea Sinclair, and placed Jen in contact with men from all over the galaxy.

NG: Nice! I love that, "romance without borders." That truly is why, I enjoy science fiction so much too!

A.B. Gayle's Bio:
Unlike many authors, I have not been writing stories all my life. Instead I've been living life.

My travels have taken me from the fjords of Norway to the southern tip of New Zealand. In between, I've worked in so many different towns I've lost count. I've shoveled shit in cow yards, mustered sheep, been polite to customers, traded insults with politicians. Sometimes I need to be forgiven as I get confused as to who needs what where.

Now living in Sydney, Australia, I finally have time to allow my real life experiences to morph with my fertile imagination in order to create fiction which I hope my readers will enjoy.

I got the writing bug after attending a Romance Readers Convention at the start of 2009. At that I discovered authors were approachable people who were happy to share the secrets of their craft and what's more encouraged me to start writing down the stories that had been swirling in my head all my life.

My first attempt at writing ended up as an 80,000 word novel. I submitted it to the Romance Writers Association (Australia) STALI contest which was for unpublished writers. The first four chapters made the finals and ended up sitting on a New York publishers desk for five months waiting to be judged. In the meantime, I started writing about Cedric.

I didn't win and didn't get asked to submit, so the story languishes while I work out what to do with it. It's another scifi romance about an expedition of humans on their first voyage outside the solar system. If you're interested in finding more visit my website

I've also written two m/m novellas with an Australian setting. One about Sydney's Mardi Gras and another centred around The Gap, one of our more notorious but beautiful tourist destinations. Both stories are currently at submission stage. Thanks to my query to William and subsequent emails, we are now co-writing "In Search of the Perfect Pinot Gris (OZ's Mornington Peninsula). This, believe it or not, is not a smutty m/m romance rather a tale of my recent visit to the region and will talk about wine!

I also find I have a talent for editing. My first real task was helping Aleks Voinov create a Director's Cut of Soldiers the first story in the online epic Special Forces. For those not in the know, Aleks is the Vashtan part of Marquesate and Vashtan who spent two and a half years writing what has to be some of the hottest m/m fiction out there. A million words of it.

Since then, I have joined forces with Noble Romance Publishing as a Freelance Editor. My aim is to help the author polish the diamond that is their story.

Thanks again, Nichelle for the chance to talk about sci-fi romance and Echoes of Possibilities.

NG: It was a pleasure! I look forward to reading your story and the others in this incredible collection of steamy science fiction!

Initiation by A.B. Gayle

Life has taken a dramatic turn for Cedric.

His new mistress Jen was different. She was bred to be different: taller, stronger and faster than the majority of her clan. She accepted those differences because without them she could not fulfil her role as warrior and protector. What she found difficult to accept was her inability to satisfy her sexual desires. Her fellow bounty hunters managed to build meaningful, loving relationships. Why couldn't she?

Cedric was also different, but he was constructed to be different. One of a kind. On a desperate mission to learn from the best - the feared warriors of the Anasazi clan - his decision to join their all female space-faring crew as combat cyborg should mean the secret of his unusual past would be safe. Wouldn't it?

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Shit. Now they were back to square one. Jen raised her glass to her lips and swallowed a huge gulp. The spirit burned her throat, but the pain would pass in a moment.

Her companions were off shopping. Shopping. Blah. Seen one food dispenser, seen them all. As long as she had food in her stomach it didn't matter what it tasted like.

Mind you, the poor excuse of a meal this bar served nearly made her barf. It was just as well she couldn't read the menu; whatever the green squiggly things had been when alive, when they were dead and cooked they tasted bloody revolting. The drinking was helping at any rate.

"Fancy a fuck, sweetie?"

Now there was an original pick-up line.

The hairy monstrosity in front of her might taste better. Maybe she should check to see if the cook would oblige before she killed him though.

The man's companion pulled at his shirt, hissing at him. "Leave her alone, Bryce. She's Anasazi. You know; those ones who've managed to eliminate men entirely from their planet."

The original speaker staggered for a second and stared at his companion in confusion. "Huh?"

"In retribution for the near-genocide of their tribe, Anasazi medicine men placed a spell on all non-Anasazi men turning them all into pansies who no longer wanted to fuck women. In desperation, the women worked out how to duplicate the medicine men's sperm to create babies. Once males were no longer needed, they just manipulated their eggs so only females were produced. That's why they all look the same. Since then, they've used genetic engineering to create women who can do all the things men used to do. Watch out for her, she'll be one mean mother-fucking fighting machine."

Well, he had most of it right. But the mother-fucking remark was a bit off. Breeders were revered.

Alcoholic fumes wafted into her nose as the man leaned closer trying to escape the clutches of his would-be rescuer. "What have you got against men, aren't we good enough for you?"

Men? It varied. If they were anything like the ugly ones in front of her, she would have agreed with him, but the memory of the cyborg's half-naked body as he worked the weights made her pause. She didn't care if they were aliens. If a human male had a body like her cyborg, she'd have gladly got as close as possible. Pity she'd had to let it go. She raised an empty bottle and swung it at the hairy face.
* * * * *

The resulting fight allowed her the perfect aggression release. When the bouncer threw her out a bit later, she regretted only that she had to leave half a bottle of the piss they called alcohol behind. Still, there were other bars on Dock 5.

At any rate, the next joint had better-looking human males, but she wasn't there to ogle men. She was there to get seriously drunk. And simply looking at them was a bit pointless, really. Only when she got aggressive did her juices flow. Like that time some idiot slave-traders had captured her when she was comatose in one of the bars on Dock 7. The feel of cuffs around her wrists and a chain around her neck had got her really stirred up. When she finally broke free, she'd been hard-pressed to remember whether she was supposed to kill them or fuck them. At least the alcohol she'd drunk in the last bar had prevented her from jumping the males during the fight.

Jen raised the glass to her lips All she had to do was work out where their next bounty was coming from. Cyn had given her a number of options, but all needed at least two competent fighters. Trouble was, no decent combat cyborg ever got sold on Dock 5.

Catcalls sounded as the lights dimmed and the music started. Wow. The place even had a floor show. Maybe she should have checked the flashing sign outside first. At least the alcohol was better here, as long as you removed the stupid plastic umbrellas and ignored the green color. Bodies pushed in front of her, trying to get a better look at the stripper. Oh well, females didn't turn her on. She grabbed another drink from a topless waitress carrying around a tray. Pity. Her companions had probably finished shopping by now. They'd let her join them in bed if she asked, but she'd been there, tried that, didn't work.

By the sounds of the audience, the performer was giving them their money's worth. "Yeah, grind those hips."

One of the patrons was rubbing his crotch and thrusting his groin forward in time with the music. Yuck, gross. She threw back another drink and concentrated on more pressing matters.

At the top of Cyn's list had been Pyllia. Money for jam. If only she could get close enough to whip off those tentacles before they got her. Whip? Fuck. Why hadn't she thought of that before letting the cyborg go? Because she was sober, that's why. She always did her best thinking when drunk.

The appreciative catcalls suddenly turned nasty. "Shit, he's a bloody cyborg."

He? Cyborg?
She pushed through the crowd, advancing on the small stage. The stripper was waving around his shirt as he did a bump and grind routine. It was definitely her cyborg. Unmistakable from the large chocolate colored 'C' on his chest.

Read all four excerpts and purchase Echoes of Possibilities available now with Noble Romance Publishing here!

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

Echoes of Possibilities - Steamy Science Fiction!

NG: Today, I'm welcoming DC Juris, author of the third story in Echoes of Possibilities, the latest steamy science fiction anthology by Noble Romance Publishing.

DC, why do you think science fiction fans will enjoy your story, Star's Embrace?

DC: Because it harkens back to the days of Star Trek the original series, when the swashbuckling captain got the girl no matter what, and the girl was more than willing to be gotten! It's a fun, campy little read.

Danny's Bio:
Southern transplant who has retained none of his accent but all of his charm, DC Juris is an out and proud transgender bisexual living in Upstate New York with his husband, two dogs, two cats, and a menagerie of Halloween props just creepy enough to keep people guessing about his sanity. He's still hopelessly single when it comes to the woman in his life, and he'll gladly entertain offers or applications for the position! In the rare event that he's not writing, DC can be found surfing the internet for random research, killing things on his Xbox, reading, taking pictures of the world around him, or playing Farmville, to which he admits a complete and totally blissful addiction.

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Star's Embrace by DC Juris
Captain Jacob Meryl has lusted after Maltinian Ambassador Arlite Parvone since he first laid eyes on her, but the timing has never been right. At least, not until now. A late night call for help from Arlite sends Jacob on a mission to investigate a potential slave vessel—and to win Arlite's heart.

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"You are a riddle to me," Arlite told him. She ran her hand through his hair and scratched lightly at his scalp. "So valiant, so brave, yet so unwilling to take credit for either, or achieve greatness. You would be a force to be reckoned with, if you ever decided to stand for something."

"I stand for a lot of things." Jacob leaned back, feeling more than a little insulted. "The fact that I haven't died for any of them doesn't lessen my passion for them. 'The mark of the immature man is that he wants to die nobly for a cause, while the mark of a mature man is that he wants to live humbly for one'," he quoted.

"Is that from a book?"

"No. Wilhelm Stekel said it. He was a doctor in ancient Earth history."

Arlite smiled. "He must've been very smart."

"Indeed. But did you ask me to share your bed in order to speak on wars and philosophy?"

"I must admit, I had other things in mind." "That's a relief." Jacob slid his hands around her waist, felt her tremble in his grasp. He trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck, nuzzled her earlobe.

Arlite sighed and reached out to him, her fingers digging into his forearms. "I've never . . . ."

He straightened then, locked his gaze with hers. "Never?"

She shook her head. "No."

"How in the universe has a woman as beautiful as you managed to remain untouched?"

Arlite blushed. "There are many more women far prettier than me."

Jacob took one of her hands, guided it to his crotch. "Then whom must this be for?"

Arlite gasped, her fingers tightening. "Me?"

Jacob tangled his hands in her hair, tipped her head back. "For you," he whispered.He brought their lips together in a sweet, slow kiss. His firm lips wandered gently over hers, patiently waiting for them to open to him. It seemed she did not understand, and he ran his tongue along her bottom lip. Her lips parted in surprise and his tongue glided into the warmth of her mouth. "Have you ever been naked with a man?" he asked gently.

Arlite bit her lower lip and shook her head. "No."

Read all four excerpts and purchase Echoes of Possibilities here!

Tuesday, June 15, 2010

Echos of Possibilities - Steamy Science Fiction!

NG: As promised, Simply Sexy Stories is continuing Sci-Fi week with Jenna Byrnes! Her sexy tale Fight or Flight is the second story in Noble Romance's latest science fiction anthology, Echoes of Possibilities.

Jenna, why do you think science fiction fans will enjoy your story?

JB: I'm going to let a reader answer this for me. Here's what Kate Cotoner had to say on Goodreads about Fight or Flight:

"Very much enjoyed this story—dystopian future, collapse of the ozone layer, rival factions warring, resistance fighter hero... all good stuff. Great, fully rounded supporting cast and a hero with a past matched with a strong, likeable heroine. I loved that she (and her political rival) were both female Presidents of the US. I particularly liked the ‘live for the moment’ attitude they both had, a direct result of what’s happened to them in the past, and I really liked the way Mac and Katy worked through their tragedies and current troubles together to get a happy ending. A fast-paced story with plenty of twists in the plot, plus two cracking love scenes. Fab!"

NG: Two female Presidents, eh? This sounds like a very fascinating read!

Jenna's Bio:
Jenna Byrnes could use more cabinet space and more hours in a day. She’d fill the kitchen with gadgets her husband purchases off TV and let him cook for her to his heart’s content. She’d breeze through the days adding hours of sleep, and more time for writing the hot, erotic romance she loves to read.

Jenna thinks everyone deserves a happy ending, and loves to provide as many of those as possible to her gay, lesbian and hetero characters. Her favorite quote, from a pro-gay billboard, is “Be careful who you hate. It may be someone you love.”

For the latest news, visit Jenna’s blog at and her website at

Robert Mackenzie is running for his life. In 2145 Chicago, the police have bounties on their heads and if caught, are forced to fight to the death in arena-type matches. In a seedy pub, Mac discovers a woman who looks very familiar. Although she denies it, he quickly realizes, she's the one person who's more hunted than anyone else in the civil war-fractured United States. Katherine Garza is wary, stubborn and more beautiful than anyone he's met in ages.
Exhausted from months of hiding and being on the run, Mac knows he doesn’t look like anyone Katy could trust. But he might be her only chance as Progressive soldiers dig deep into the trenches in order to wipe out the opposition. Katy’s determined to do things her way. Mac is all for that, as long as he’s really calling the shots. Together, they must work as a team to stay alive. If they don’t kill each other, first.
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Mac savored the warm kiss for a few seconds before pulling away. “Madame President, you’re drunk. We need to find a safe place for you to sleep it off.” He set the empty bottle on the counter, wondering what he should do with it.

Before he could decide, she cupped his neck, and worked the other hand down the front of his pants. “I don’t want to sleep. I want to fuck. Don’t tell me you’re not interested, because I can feel your hard-on and I’m not even through all your layers of clothes yet.”

His cock twitched, growing firmer as her hand got closer. He tried not to thrust into her grasp, but it was tough holding back. “Of course I’m interested. I’m a man who hasn’t had sex in ages, for Christ’s sake. But you’re not just any woman.”

Drawing his face closer, she whispered as their lips touched. “I am tonight.”

Shit. His better instincts told him to back away and not take advantage of the woman. But her hand had reached its destination and squeezed his erection with a powerful grip. “I don’t want you to have regrets later.”

Katy rubbed her body against his. “I expect to have a hangover later. No regrets. Come on, officer. I know you’re a ‘play by the rules’ kind of guy. Do I have to order you to service me?”

“Service you?” Mac laughed and lowered his pants to his knees. “Since you put it that way . . . .” He reached for the snap of her slacks and shoved them down, along with a tiny pair of panties. “Gee, who knew you were so romantic and mushy?”

“It’s not a side I show to everybody,” she teased back, kicking one foot free of clothes so she could spread her legs.

Mac grasped her by the hips and lifted her to the edge of the counter. He fingered her lightly-furred pussy and inserted a finger deep inside. So wet. So ready for me. He couldn’t stop now if he’d wanted to, and he did not want to. One hand firmly on his cock, he aimed at her center and rammed himself in with little advance preparation.

“Yes,” she hissed, clutching his shoulders and bucking her body against his. “Hard and fast, baby.”

“No other way.” He gritted his teeth and fucked her with all the pent-up energy he’d been harboring. With each lunge forward, her pussy clenched around him like a silky vise. He paused once, to savor the warmth, and then resumed his forceful thrusts.

The primal act was everything he could have hoped for. Hot. Tight. Wet. His one regret was not getting his hands on her full, round tits. He’d have given anything to undress her and press his face between the warm mounds. Unfortunately, they lacked the luxury of time. But for a quickie, this one was pretty damned hot. He buried his face in her hair and groaned.

An orgasm tingled around the edges of his gut, threatening to explode and overwhelm him like nothing before. The whole thing felt so perfect, Mac hoped he could hold out until she was satisfied. He drove into her again and relished her moans and gasps.

Copyright © 2010 Jenna Byrnes

Read all four excerpts and purchase Echoes of Possibilites here!

Monday, June 14, 2010

Echos of Possibilites - Steamy Science Fiction!

NG: This week Simply Sexy Stories is going Sci-Fi! You will meet all four authors of Echoes of Possibilities, Noble Romance's latest steamy Sci-Fi anthology. First up, Stevie Carroll with the first tale in the book, The Monitors!

Stevie, why would science fiction fans enjoy your story?

SC: A lot of science fiction is about the big picture and the great heroes and leaders, but the best novels and TV series also devote scenes, chapters or episodes to the otherwise overlooked characters. The 'little people' without whom nothing would happen: the guards, the cleaners, the engineering grunts, the dock workers.

If The Monitors was a 'big story', it would be about the colonists on the ship: where they've come from, where they're going to, and the difficulties they face at each end of the journey. Instead of writing that I chose to write about two of the people who are going about their daily routine of making certain that the colonists get to where they're going. Those people matter as well: they have lives, interests and families. They have ambitions, hopes and fears, and dreams. Sometimes events take place that have tremendous significance for them, without ever affecting the wider universe around them.

Readers might identify more easily with my characters than with those great heroes and leaders I mentioned before. Stuart is a mathematician, working as a monitor on a colony ship mainly because he needs the money. One day he's going back to academia, where he'll get paid less, but will be more fulfilled. At least that's what he's been planning up until now. Claire, by contrast, is a monitor because she wants to travel. She wants to explore new (or new to her) worlds, and then write about them. Like a lot of science fiction fans she's constantly looking at what might be, rather than at the way things are right now.

In my own vision of the future, people don't all look like they just walked out of some Hollywood casting suite, which is why I prefer old British series, rather than newer or US ones: the people look more like those I meet every day. I'd like to think I'm not the only one to feel that way, and would like science fiction readers to give my characters a chance because Stuart's 'not tall for a guy', and although his beard is neatly trimmed, his hair is rarely the length he wants it to be. Claire meanwhile is big and curvy, and not afraid to express herself. They're real people and science fiction needs more characters like that.

NG: Agreed! What an interesting premise for your story!

Stevie Carroll's Bio:
Born in England's Steel City, and raised in a village on the boundary of the White and Dark Peaks, Stevie Carroll was nourished by a diet of drama and science fiction from the BBC and ITV, and a diverse range of books, most notably Diane Wynne-Jones and The Women's Press, from the only library in the valley. After this came a university education in Scotland, while writing mostly non-fiction for various underground bisexual publications under various aliases, before creativity was stifled by a decade of day-jobs.

Now based in Hampshire, Stevie has rediscovered the joys of writing fiction, managing to combine thoughts of science fiction, fantasy and mysteries with a day-job in the pharmaceuticals industry and far too many voluntary posts working with young people, with animals and in local politics. 'The Monitors' is Stevie's first published story, with other longer tales at various stages of development.

Stevie has an online journal at and really needs to get a website.

Stuart is a monitor: a human back-up to the computer controls on a deep space colony transport. Working alone for months at a time, with long periods between shifts spent in cryogenic stasis, his contact with other people is limited to the change-over of shifts, and brief stays on distant planets between jobs. Born blind into a universe where genetic 'abnormalities' are screened out at conception, Stuart has come to see himself as superior to the 'normals' in some respects, but lacking in others that have nothing to do with sight. He dreams of an academic research post, a family and a permanent home, always wondering what woman will love 'a guy like him'.

Claire, deaf since a childhood illness, has broken away from her overprotective family, and wants to see as much of the universe as possible. Having spotted Stuart from afar before joining the ship's crew, she is delighted when their shifts overlap, and is unafraid to demonstrate her attraction to him. The instantaneous, intense chemistry between them breaks down Stuart's inhibitions about sex on duty—and on a first date, at that—but will Claire willingly put her travel plans aside until he's ready to travel with her?

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Sliding my right hand down Claire's side, I could feel those incredible curves, those soft rolls of flesh, that perfectly round ass. I worked my hand in between us, seeking out her clit with my fingers, my hard cock sliding against her thigh.

I rolled her clit between my fingers, edging my fingertips closer to their goal. I wanted to sink them inside her, thrusting in and out as I rubbed my cock against her through my shorts. I shifted slightly, not wanting to stimulate myself too much, too early.

“Is that how you want to do it?” she said.

I lifted myself up on my left hand, until I was certain she could see my lips.

“What do you want?”

“Make me come first,” she said. “I want to make you come. I want to see you come.”

I wasn't sure what she was expecting. I had no idea what she was planning to do to me. I wasn't sure how I was going to hold on long enough to find out.

I rolled off her, squeezing myself between her warm, soft body and the cold, hard bulkhead next to the bunk.

Claire rolled onto her side, pressing her lips against mine, and placed her left hand firmly on my ass.

“Go on, then,” she said.

I wriggled down the bunk a little, until my face was level with her breasts. Her hand came to rest in the hollow of my back. I found her clit again, rubbing it as I licked and sucked her nipples in turn. My cock throbbed, impatient for action. I ignored it. I kissed all over her breasts, breathing in her perfume, feeling her clit swelling, almost as impatiently as my cock.

I thrust two fingers deep into her, opening her up, my thumb rubbing against her clit.

I pulled my fingers back, and thrust them in again.

She whimpered, rolling her knuckles against my spine.

I sucked hard on her nipple.

Her knuckles pressed bruisingly hard into my back.

I slid a third finger into her, feeling her open for me. I paused, feeling her heat around my fingers. Was that enough? Too much?

“Keep going,” she said. “Just keep going.”

I worked my fingers in and out, in and out. I worked the fourth of my fingers into her. She was so relaxed, so hot and slick. Feeling slightly out of my depth, I tucked my thumb into my palm, and pushed. I'd heard about this in porn audios, but never knew before if it was really possible.

Oh. Fuck. It was perfectly possible. My whole hand was in her, curling naturally in on itself to exactly fit her. She enveloped me and my head spun with the thought of being truly inside her.

I pressed my face into her cleavage, wondering if my heart was going to burst out of my chest. The only thing I could imagine being any more intense would be to have my cock inside her. I was torn between wanting to make her come, so she could attend to my poor neglected cock, and staying like that all day. My hand inside her, my face between her magnificent breasts, her hand rubbing my spine.

I rocked my hand inside her.

“Yes,” she said.

I did it again. Then again, with a slight back and forth movement from my wrist.

She dug her knuckles even harder into my back.

I rocked my hand. I twisted my wrist slightly, rocked my hand again.

She tightened around my wrist. Her fist unclenched against my back.

One more movement of my hand, and then she was crying out my name, her whole body seeming to clench around my fist, her nails raking deeply into my back.

I waited until she was silent and relaxed, and then slowly withdrew my hand.

She took hold of my wrist, and, bringing my hand up to her mouth, she licked my palm: once, twice, three times. She took each finger into her mouth in turn, licking and sucking them clean.

I almost came just from that.

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