Tuesday, May 31, 2011

The Low-Down Truth About The Cock

Happy Tuesday! I hope you had a refreshing and relaxing weekend! I woke up this morning eager to share part of a conversation I had with my husband recently. We were discussing the latest scandal with Arnold and his wife and I asked the same thing I always do: "Why do men cheat so easily, seemingly with no regard for the woman they claim to love?"
I'm especially baffled when the other woman isn't as glamorous or savvy or whatever.

My husband's response was simple and swift: "The cock doesn't love...it wants to be fed. Therefore, it doesn't discriminate."

He's told me before how men can disassociate sex with a stranger from loving and making love to their woman. I always argued, but if you love your woman...if you care about the relationship you're in, you wouldn't step out there like that.

I guess it's just not that simple or rather complicated for some men. Sex is a driving need, the cock a pulsating force fueled by lust that often controls their actions minus their hearts or brain.

Hey, they don't call it the other head for nothing.

The pussy on the other hand is wired to the heart (in most cases) and has a close connection to the brain. Most woman only have an affair once their lover has neglected their heart and a new heart connection is made. Sure, lust can inspire a one-night stand but even then the heart for a woman is likely to become involved...especially if the sex is amazing.

I am woman and I have found sex to be the most pleasurable when my heart is involved, but I finally get why men can have affairs and still claim to love the woman their with. I don't think it's right. I'm not sure how I would handle or if I could forgive the betrayal personally...but I get it.

Bottomline...the cock is an entity unto itself, it can make love, but it doesn't have to love the one it's with. The cock can make up its own rules on the fly, throwing loyalty or monogamy out the window in the face of the undeniable, unrelenting quest all men enjoy: NuPussy.

It begs the question most woman have asked at one time or another:

Can a man be faithful? Is it illogical to even believe monogamy is possible? Are we (the monogamists) asking for impossible by trying to change the very nature of a man?

Whew! Deep thoughts for a Monday morning.

I need another cup of coffee...

~NG

Saturday, May 28, 2011

Red, White & Blue...

I salute the brave men and woman who serve our country and their families this Memorial Day.

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Adrienne Wilder!

NG: Hello, Adrienne, welcome to Simply Sexy Stories! Let jump right in! What genre (s) do you write and why?

AW: I write urban fantasy. But because of the world my stories take place in and the creatures (Kin and Lesser-Breds) involved, there is a strong erotic m/m element/story line.

NG: Why are you drawn as a writer to M/M stories?

AW: I guess because I grew up with boys. I’ve always had guy friends and I’ve always identified with them more. Also, when it comes to hetro relationships (in urban fantasy), women always seem to be type cast in two categories. The wilting violet or the she-bitch with a double barrel shot gun.

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

AW: I enjoy creating worlds, creating lives, and getting to be someone different each and every time I put words down on a page.

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

AW: The biggest challenge—one I think every writer faces on a daily basis—is self-confidence in what I create.

NG: Where is your favorite place in the house to write? Favorite time?

AW: My office, generally early in the morning right after I get up. Usually around three to four am.

NG: Wow! You're an early riser! How long does it take you to complete a book?

AW: Oh, wow. That’s a tough one. I guess it really depends on the story. Some just happen with very few glitches while others I have to think hard about. I guess, if I had to guess, probably about three months for a seventy-five thousand word piece.

NG: How do you celebrate writing 'The End'?

AW: HA! I usually start a new story.

NG: That truly is the best way to celebrate! What are you working on for 2011?

AW: Darwin’s Theory novellas 6-10 (at least I think it will be ten I might have 11), and roughly 3-4 full length novels in various stages of completion and edits for the second book in the City of Dragons series.

NG: Let's talk about your latest release, Darwin’s Theory Book One Pain and Book Two Secrets. What's this sexy story all about?

AW: It’s about the trials of love. Only these trials happen in a world where you not only have to worry about your college grades, midterms, and scholarships, but whether or not your boyfriend is going to make a meal of you by morning. The Darwin Series takes place in the original City of Dragons world, except here, Kin (dragons) aren’t the main focus. Rather their less than pure-bred decedents, Lesser-Breds, take center stage.

Darwin De Groi has been in love with Peter Forbes since the first time he saw him, and Peter loves Darwin too. However, because Peter has certain goals in his life—metaphysical science, prestige, and academic recognition—his focus is college.

Loving Peter but never having him, has left Darwin jaded, angry, and generally bitter. Never at Peter, just the rest of the world. Unfortunately, his aggression usually takes the form of four letter words and highly combustible substances.

Then one day, Peter changes his mind, tells Darwin he doesn’t want to wait anymore. Darwin is sure Pete’s request is something he will regret, but being the greedy, selfish, horn dog that he is, Darwin doesn’t say no.

But there’s a catch. Peter has a few secrets of his own. The kind of secrets that might get Darwin killed.

And eaten.

NG: Ooooo! Sounds very intriguing! What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

AW: When I wrote the original series, I skimmed the M/M aspect of this world because I had no idea there were places that would welcome the storyline. Lesser-Breds, while my favorite, took a back seat to the Kin who were trying to fit into a Human world. When I realized how accepted, and wanted the m/m stories were, the gloves were off. So I guess, in a nutshell, readers who love m/m and writers who were already penning the tales, were the ones who inspired me to kick off my shoes and run barefoot in the mud!

Then of course, track it all over the pristine white carpet.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Darwin’s Theory.

AW: The series is broken down into 5 shorter, novella size books each with their own plot, coming together to build a much deeper and more complex story line. The shorter, serialized set up offers instant gratification and leaves the reader hungry for more. It’s a love story—true deep love, not “insta-love”. It has angst, sacrifice, and two guys finding out what it really means to give your heart to someone.

All in all, the Darwin’s Theory series, has a little of everything, mystery, betrayal, love, hot sex, and a test of true self.

NG: What's not to love! What’s the one thing readers can always count on when they pick up a book written by you?

AW: Something bizarre, maybe even a little frightening, but always a twist of deep unbreakable love and commitment, extending beyond just the spoken word.

NG: Darwin's Theory sounds like a real treat for readers! Thanks for stopping by, Adrienne!

Blurb: Sometimes finding love isn’t about catching the man of your dreams, it’s about dealing with his deep, dark inhuman secrets. And not getting killed—or eaten—in the process.

Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:
The reality of the situation dawned on me.

I blinked. “You sure about this?”

Pete didn’t stop. He shoved my pants down to my hips, leaving only my black boxers behind to cover my ass. Then he slid his hands on the inside, first across my cheeks, then a clumsy attempt to get between us, but we were crushed together thanks to my weight.

“I’ve never been so sure about something in my life.”

“You don’t have to.” I could not believe I was saying this. Neither could my dick. That whole talking thing? Yeah, I was really glad that at the moment, the only part of my body capable of conversation was my mouth.

Peter squeezed my ass cheeks. “I know. I know I don’t.”

“I’d still love you.” Forever. No matter what. Until I drew my last breath. I couldn’t say it out loud, but I did my damndest to say it with my eyes.

“I know you would, D.” He kissed my chin, and I wished I’d shaved. I didn’t want him to get stubble burn on his lips. Pete’s skin was smooth, but then he shaved twice a day, even when he didn’t need it. His lips moved to my neck, my collarbone, he sucked at the skin there until it ached.

“Harder.” I wanted the biggest, baddest hickey he could give me. Peter obliged, and I groaned.

“Take off your shoes.” Peter pushed at my pants some more along with my boxers. “D, take your shoes off, I can’t get your pants off with them on.”

Actually, he could, these were skaters, the legs were wide, and I’d fucked people in my Demonias before. The crass-bastard part of me was all for it. Nothing like a sweet ride while wearing knee-high buckle ups.

But since Pete wanted them gone... I pulled a leg up and fumbled with the buckles. To get the other one I had to roll over onto my back. Peter undid his jeans, pulled them down. I froze, eyes glued on the pup tent in his boxers. He slid off his socks.

“Your other boot, D.”

Right, the shoes.

My boots hit the floor with a heavy thud. I was still on my back when Peter rolled on his side and threw a leg over mine. I wrapped an arm around his back, urged him closer, or maybe just urged him to hump my hip. God, so beautiful. I thumbed his bottom lip, stroked his cheek. He caught my hand and kissed my palm.

“You want to do it now?”

Want to what? Oh, yeah, the grand finale. “Not yet.” His right eyebrow cocked and I stared at him some more.

“What are you thinking about?” Him, how perfect he was. How he was my best friend. How much I loved him. “D?”

I leaned forward and caught his mouth. This way I didn’t have to explain myself, how bad I’d wanted this, for oh-so-long. And now that I had him, nothing else would ever be good enough: Human, Kin, Lesser-Bred.

Even if we only had this moment, this one time, I was okay with that. Even if after we were done, he never wanted to talk to me again, see me again, I could die a happy man.

With some pushing I got his boxers down around his hips. He had to shove them the rest of the way off so he could straddle me. I really liked Pete on top. And I mean, really, really liked it. I ran my hands down his ribs, his hips, his thighs. Perfect, so damn perfect.

“I want to suck you off.” His eyes went big, and I wondered if maybe I should have worded that differently, but to be honest I didn’t have a clue as to how I could say it any better. Peter moved to get off me, and I grabbed his hips. “I want you on top. I want you to fuck my mouth.” The blush in his cheeks went bright, but his cock also jumped. Precum leaked against my navel.

“I’m not sure... I mean...”

Yeah, he had no clue as to how to position himself. I’m sure that’s what he was trying to say. That was okay. I knew. “Put your hands on the headboard.” Peter still looked unsure, but he did as I said. “Spread your thighs.” He did, and I moved down until his knees were planted on either side of my head.

Peter made this incredible surprised yelp when I sucked his cockhead into my mouth. A yelp that mellowed out into a moan, then some deep gasps. I slid my hands up his ass and encouraged him to thrust. It didn’t take much to convince him I wouldn’t break.

Since Pete didn’t have any piercings, there was nothing to feel but smooth skin, the flare of his cock, the thick vein that ran underneath. He felt perfect in my mouth, filling me up until I couldn’t breathe when he went deep.

I could have gone forever swallowing him down, sucking him deep, feathering my fingers up his ass crack, but I think we’d only been going at it for five minutes when Peter said, “D...” His voice was breathy, broken and when I looked up his eyes were closed. “D ... I’m gonna...” I made a sound, a hum, and sucked him harder, pushed him into my mouth faster. “D, I don’t want you to have to ... swallow ... D...”

Yeah, well, I wanted to swallow. His butt pushed against my hands, and he almost went back far enough to pull out. I locked my elbows under his thighs, forced him forward, deeper, and latched my mouth on to him like my life depended on it.

Peter barked a cry, threw back his head, losing all his control to the moment. He moaned, and his entire body shuddered as he crescendoed with a string of “oh Gods” and my name. And I thought I’d loved the way he said my name before.

Fuck, yeah...

One more deep thrust and the heat of his cum coated the back of my throat. I swallowed and I could taste him. His thrusting went shallow and jerky as I milked him for everything he had. And goddamn it, I still wanted more.

Above me Peter sagged, his head fell between his shoulders, and his hands on the headboard were the only thing keeping him up. A drop of sweat ran down his nose and dripped off to land on my forehead. I still had him in my mouth when he opened his eyes.

“God ... Darwin...”

I mumphed in agreement. This time when he pulled away, I let him. But not having him in my mouth felt like I was missing a critical part of my body. Like an arm or both legs or maybe even my heart.

Darwin's Theory Book 1 Pain, Book 2 Secrets is available now with Liquid Silver!
Buy Book I here!
Buy Book II here!
Buy Book III here!

Curious about Adrienne Wilder?
Check out her website: www.theatlantadens.com
Email her at: cityofdragons@windstream.net
Check out her artwork here: http://cityofdragons.daportfolio.com/



Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Sensual Visuals!

What am I doing right now? Working on edits! Yup, I'm deep in the middle of edits for As You Desire the sequel to As You Wish. I actually love going back through my work and adding or taking away parts of the story as I polish it for submission. I imagine the process to be like a painter going back through a work of art, adding the last finishing touches on a beautiful piece. That thought prompted me to share some of the many pics I come across on the internet that in one way or another inspire me to write.

Take a look and see if any of these three pics inspire a story in your mind!

JX3


Storm Prince by Del Melchionda

What do you think? Aren't these pics gorgeously romantic and sensual? You can click the first and third pictures to view similar art works, I can't find the link to the middle one.

Well, I'm off to finish editing this manuscript. I hope you're having a great day...smile, we've made it halfway through the week! :-)

~NG

Monday, May 23, 2011

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Suzanne Graham!

NG: Today, I'm thrilled to have author Suzanne Graham on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Suzanne! What are you reading right now?

SG: I’m a voracious reader. I go through books in two or three days. Lately, I’ve been in a historical romance reading phase, enjoying books by Julia Quinn, Eloise James, Lisa Kleypas and Sabrina Jeffries.

NG: What genre(s) do you write and why?

SG: I write contemporary, paranormal, interracial, mostly ménage, but some M/M. I love exploring the dynamics of multiple partner relationships.

NG: What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

SG: Erotic romance allows me to explore the depths of human experiences and passion. I love the freedom to go wherever my imagination takes me without having to rein it in due to censors.

NG: Are there any particular authors you enjoy reading or that have influenced your writing?

SG: Oh! So many! The one I have studied the most to really learn how she does deep POV is Suzanne Brockmann. God, I love that woman! You can read a single line and know exactly whose head you’re in.

NG: Describe your writing process...are you a careful plotter or laid back pantster?

SG: Definitely a pantser, I combine plotting with winging it. For most of my shorter works, I just start with a premise and some characters and a general idea of where they are going. For my longer works, I use a timeline to see how the story is going to progress. I once wrote a book following the very structured format from Karen Wiesner’s book, First Draft in Thirty Days. I found I was rushing to get from point A to point B to point C as it was laid out in my outline, without really enjoying the journey. And for me, if I’m not enjoying the journey, then I’m not going to write a good story. Karen’s book did give me lots of good instruction on developing plot, which tends to be harder for me. I’m better at building characters than plot because I hate to see them suffer too much.

NG: Awww...you softie! *g* What are you working on for the 2011?

SG: I just finished a Lust Bite for Total-e-bound that will be released in July. It’s called Aboard Pleasure and is about a stuffy lawyer who lets loose her inner wild woman when she meets two Greek men on a cruise. Currently, I’m working on a M/M shapeshifter story.

NG: Sweet! Let's talke about your latest release, Three Signatures for the Lady. In five sentences or less, share what Three Signatures is about.

SG: This is the story of a woman discovering whether a relationship started with a night of wild group sex can develop into something more meaningful.

NG: What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

SG: I wanted to turn the traditional romance on its head and begin the relationship with amazing ménage a quatre sex, then explore how the hero and heroine dealt with their feelings for each other afterwards.

NG: Which movie stars would accurately portray your main characters?

SG: Paul Walker from Fast and the Furious would make a perfect Frank, and Amanda Seyfried from Mamma Mia would be a great Anna, but she would need to add some meat to her bones. Anna is a full-figured heroine. Then there are the secondary heroes. Taye Diggs would definitely work for Jeff, and male model Matt Stone would make a yummy Steve.

NG: I'm loving both of your choices for your male characters! If you had to add a song/soundtrack to your manuscript what would it be?

SG: Add Christine Aguilera’s Not Myself Tonight to Enrique Iglesias/Ludracris singing Tonight I’m Lovin’ You and you have a great soundtrack for this book.

NG: Were there any creative challenges faced and conquered before you wrote, 'The End'?

SG: LOL. When you’ve got four sets of arms and legs in one bed, there are many creative challenges to face. Actually, having all those people is not only difficult to choreograph, but also to make sure to give them all face time so they don’t disappear from the scene. I’ve read other authors’ group sex scenes and thought ‘hey, whatever happened to Joe?’ as he seemed to have gotten lost.

NG: lol. What's the one thing readers can always count on when picking up one of your books?

SG: Well, since it’s romance, they’ll always get a happy ending. Hopefully, they’ll also get to experience something they only ever fantasized about.

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Three Signatures.

SG: Frank, Jeff and Steve. LOL

NG: Works for me! Thanks so much for joining me today, Suzanne! Best of wishes with this release and all future endeavors!

Blurb: Anna Paulson needs another hundred signatures for her petition to reach this week’s goal, and on this hot, summer Friday evening, she has one more doorbell to ring before she calls it quits for the day. Then she’ll be at it again first thing in the morning.

When Frank Burke answers the door wearing only a towel, she enjoys some innocent flirting with a man who appears much younger than her. The flirting becomes less innocent as she’s invited to join his roommates for dinner and a movie on their big screen TV.

Anna surrenders to her fantasy and participates in a ménage a quatre, spending a very intoxicating night in bed with Frank, Jeff, and Steve. But after a few weeks of the best sex of her life in a relationship that doesn’t seem to exist outside of the bedroom, Anna decides it’s time to get back to reality. But Frank won’t let her go that easily.

Caution! Sexy Excerpt Below:
She put the pen and clipboard in her left hand and held out her right one. “I’m Anna Paulson. Representative Forsyth and I would appreciate your signature on this petition.”

The young man’s warm hand engulfed hers. “Frank Burke. This is Steve Wolfe.” He nodded to the man next to him. When he finished the introductions, he held her hand a moment longer before letting go. “We’d be happy to sign your petition. In fact, you can get three signatures for your efforts. Jeff, here, will sign too.”

“What am I signing?” A tall, muscular, African-American man pulled the door open wider to stand next to Frank. He was dressed in tan slacks and a light blue polo shirt. “Shit, it’s hot out there. Why haven’t you invited this poor woman inside, instead of making her stand out here in the sun? I’m sorry, ma’am. My roommates have the manners of barnyard animals.”

Ugh, he ma’am-ed me, which was kind of ironic because of the three of them, he seemed to be the closest one to her own age.

“Come on in and we’ll get you something cold to drink while you explain whatever you need us to sign,” the large man named Jeff said.

“Oh, no, thank you. This won’t take but a minute if you’ll just fill in your information on the petition and sign your names to put the Wildlife Preservation Referendum on next year’s ballot.” She held the clipboard and pen up to him.
He lifted one hand, biceps bulging under his polo shirt, and rubbed his short-cropped black hair. “Now, there might be a problem.”

“You have a problem with protecting the diminishing natural resources of our state?” Ouch, that came out sounding a little bitchy, but she was hot and tired, and she just wanted them to sign the damn paper so she could go home and strip out of this frigging suit and take off these torturous heels.

A trail of sweat slid down her right temple. God, the sun was brutal overhead even at five in the evening, and the cool air blowing out of the open doorway of the house felt good whenever she got a touch of it on her face.

“Jeff doesn’t have a problem with protecting the environment as long as he’s not planning a development on it,” Frank said, drawing her concentration back to him and his slipping towel.

As Anna watched, time seemed to freeze, except for the downward fall of the white cloth from Frank’s waist. Past his pale hips to the tops of his tanned thighs, it slid until it dropped to his feet.

“Oh, my,” she breathed out at the sight of his impressive, semi-hard cock surrounded by a nest of dark hair.

Her exhalation elicited a twitch and further swelling of his penis.

It took a gruff male laugh from Jeff to snap her back to her senses. She took a quick step forward and held her clipboard up in front of Frank’s waist with her eyes fixed firmly on his face.

Her cheeks burned from more than the heat of the sun. “I-I’m sorry. Would you like to get dressed while I explain my petition to your roommates?”

His face split into a grin. “Yeah, but you’ll have to come in and accept a cold beverage while you wait.”

She nodded while struggling to keep her eyes on his face. She’d never been very good at resisting a piece of candy when it was so close at handand he was definitely a fine piece of eye candy.

Groaning inwardly, she berated herself for being as much of a lecher as the old men who preyed on young women.

Snap out of it, Anna. Keep your mind on business. Then you can go home and rock your world alone with your vibrator while imagining all sorts of yummy fantasies starring Frank and his little, white towel.

Yeah, and wasn’t that pathetic.

“Get your pants on, Frank. We’ll take care of Miss Anna,” Steve said, shoving his roommate with his elbow.

Frank reached down to grab the towel and slowly brought it back up around his waist, all the while grinning at Anna with a mischievous spark in his eyes.

This boy is wicked and wouldn’t it be fun to be naughty with him.

Three Signatures For The Lady is available now with Resplendence Publishing!

Curious about Suzanne Graham?
Check out her blog: www.suzannegraham.blogspot.com

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Taken By Surprise...Coming July 11th!

I can hardly wait for summer to officially get here and for Taken By Surprise, my fifth book with Total E-Bound to release! This is another hot paranormal erotic romance with enough sizzle and surprises guaranteed to keep you reading! Isn't the cover gorgeous! Emmy Ellis did a fantastic job capturing the essence of my story with this one!

Zori, the heroine of my story is not your typical female, in fact she operates and thinks more like a man. I enjoyed bringing her vulnerabilities out in a way that didn't detract from who she is. Greyson is deliciously alpha, oozing charm, sex appeal and is a worthy love interest for my feisty heroine. I'm looking forward to sharing more secrets about this story, but for now, enjoy an exclusive sneak peek from the book!

Caution! A Super Hawt Exclusive Sneak Peek Below:

"Can I buy you a drink?"

"No, thanks." Zori barely flicked a glance towards the handsome blond ogling her body as she walked by. Men could be so pathetic. She looked across the sunken dance floor to the bar against the back wall to see her target tilt back a bottle of beer. Her talons scrapped against the smooth floor as she waded through sweaty dancers along the wall to reach the other side of the club. As she approached, he turned around and their eyes met. A zing of anticipation raced through her blood as she moved next to him at the bar.

The thrill of the hunt always excited her.

She leaned against the counter, fully aware of his dark gaze running over her body as she pretended to inspect the bottles of alcohol on display in front of her. With a casual toss of her ebony tresses, she turned her face to see arresting brown eyes staring at her with interest. She moved a little closer to him with a practiced shy smile. "I'm Zori."

"Greyson." He offered a slight grin before taking another sip of his drink.
Up close, her guy was taller and bigger than she first estimated which pleased her. She felt sorry for the expensive suit straining to give way to the hard muscles concealed underneath. "Happy Halloween."

Greyson lifted an eyebrow. "Back at you."

The sexy smile curving his full lips tempted her to pounce on him right then and there, witnesses be damned.

"Are you here alone?"

He turned his body towards her, his deep voice carrying easily over the loud music.

"Yes."

"Really…wow."

His eyes moved from her folded wings down over the rest of her body.

Zori smiled, pleased, even though she'd heard enough compliments to last a lifetime. "Dance with me?" She began to move her hips to the seductive rhythmic pull of the DJ's house mix which was tripling her desire to get him alone.

Greyson looked down at her feathered feet. "Can you dance in those?" His gaze lingered on her sharp claws.

Zori laughed. "C'mon." She led him to the dance area and was even more impressed to discover he was a great dancer.

He pulled her in tight as she closed her eyes, enjoying the feel of his strong body moving against her own. She wrapped her arms around the thick column of his neck and drew in a tempting whiff of his sexy cologne. Dancing was nirvana. This was the one time she allowed her male partners to take the lead which Greyson did so masterfully. Their bodies swayed and dipped to the music as one and Zori enjoyed every minute of it.

"Can I buy you a drink?" Greyson asked several songs later when both of them were breathless and laughing.

"Absolutely."

She took his hand as he manoeuvred them back to the bar. He stood out with his good looks and in his fine suit and females noticed him, eyeballed him, to Zori’s annoyance. She flashed one chick who had the audacity to step in the way of his path a venomous look that clearly said: He's all mine, lady.

And she could hardly wait.

"What'll you have?" Greyson asked once they were back at the bar.

"Whatever you were having earlier." She waited for him to turn and get the bartender's attention. His deep bass voice brought the bartender over immediately and Zori's eyes drifted over his expensive watch and large manicured hand as he reached for her drink.

No wedding ring…good.

She was determined to take a man to her bed tonight, but she never messed with the married ones.

"For you."

"Thank you."

Zori took the frosty bottle from his hand and their fingers touched. She was surprised at just how fast her heart began to race. Their eyes locked as they both took a sip.

"Are you from New York?" Greyson asked, tapping his fingers on the bar counter.
Another couple came up behind him and his body brushed against hers in the crowded space.

God, he smells amazing…totally male, totally sexy… What cologne is he wearing?

"Zori?"

She watched him lick his lips after finishing the beer in his hand.

"I'm sorry, what?" Zori blinked, inwardly cursing as she met his gaze. Being tongue-tied around a male was a new experience. She really needed to eat. That was the only explanation for being off her game tonight. She took another drink from the cold bottle and her stomach grumbled so loudly, she glanced at Greyson in embarrassment even though she was sure he couldn't hear anything but the blasting bass.

Greyson bent his head down and his lips brushed against her temple. "It's really loud in here. Do you want to get some air?"

Zori smiled. "Air would be good."

Yes!

She always loved the ones bold enough to move things right along.

Once again, she took his offered hand and let him lead her through the partying people towards the exit. This was perfect! Greyson was unknowingly making her life a whole lot easier by taking them outside and away from the crowd.

Copyright © 2011 Nichelle Gregory


Taken By Surprise will be available July 11th with Total E-Bound Publishing!
Book Trailer and Character Spotlights coming soon!

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

I Kissed A Girl...

Okay, I haven't really kissed a girl. I'm totally into guys, but that doesn't mean I don't recognize a sexy female when I see one and if I was into girls, there are a few that come to mind that I wouldn't mind...I can't believe I gonna say this...KISS!


Angelina Jolie~ Everything about her screams: "Sex! Sex! Sex!" She's beautiful, she's a philanthropist and she definitely walks on the wild side...I'd totally kiss her!















Michelle Rodriguez~ I love watching her on screen. I love her whole sexy tough girl persona. She's hot!






Lisa Raye~ I'm not crazy about her movies, but she's gorgeous!










Rosario Dawson~ I love the actress and her sultry looks!



Alright, I shared my secret girl crushes, now it's your turn! If you weren't straight or if you're gay, which female would you kiss?

Happy Hump Day!

~NG

Monday, May 16, 2011

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Shay Maclean!

NG: I’m welcoming author Shay MacLean on Simply Sexy Stories! Hi, Shay! What are you reading right now?

SM: Forbidden by Em Petrova.

NG: What draws you to erotic romantic novels?

SM: That you can touch on topics that in a regular romance most people would shy away from.

NG: Are there any particular authors you enjoy reading or that have influenced your writing?

SM: Quite a few actually. Of the top of my head there’s Angela Knight, Sherrilyn Kenyon, Jo Berverly, Janet Chapman.

NG: How did you celebrate the news of your first book being published?

SM: Well after shouting it out to my immediate family, I called all of my family back in the States (I’m living in Australia at the moment) and then my husband and kids took me out to dinner.

NG: Nice! What's the one thing you wished someone had of told you about the publishing biz before you became an author?

SM: I wish someone had told me more about promoting and marketing.

NG: I know, right? Crazy! What are you working on for the 2011?

SM: For 2011, I’ve just gotten word that my novella, Branded, a romantic bondage tale has been contracted by Sizzler Editions. I’m almost finished with the sequel to Shooting Stars. It’s called Falling Star and is the rest of the story for the characters in Shooting Stars. Oh, and I’m working on getting the first in my sci-fi/paranormal series ready to pitch.

NG: Let's talk about your latest release, Shooting Stars! What's this erotic romance all about?

SM: It’s the story behind Dr. Willa Brock’s decision to get a tramp stamp.

NG: What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

SM: I saw a call for submission on Savvy Authors.

NG: What did you 'see' more clearly in this book...the setting or characters?

SM: I think I definitely saw Willa clearest after that I saw her in the setting of being in college working toward becoming a doctor.

NG: Were there any creative challenges faced and conquered before you wrote, 'The End'?

SM: For Shooting Stars, no. For other stories that I have finished recently, yes. I have four kids and finding the right balance for writing and spending time/caring for them is proving to be a constant struggle. Eventually I’ll get the hang of it.

NG: Balancing family life and writing is very tough, indeed! Describe the heroine and hero in three words.

SM: Willa- intelligent, spunky, fun and Schyler- charming, handsome, perceptive

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love Shooting Stars.

SM:
1) It’s a quick read.
2) The characters (IMHO) are very well rounded. Something that I have found not every author can do in less than 5k words.
3) The very sexy hero in Schyler and how he sweeps Willa off her feet. What’s not to love about that!

NG: Shay, thank you so much for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories!
Blurb: Dr. Wilhemina Brock prides herself on her ability to keep her private life with her husband Schyler just that – private. But when Keenan, the new nurse on staff, catches a glimpse of her tramp stamp, she’s coerced into spilling the story behind it, revealing how she broke the student-professor boundaries and hooked her husband.

Caution! Super Sexy Excerpt Below:
Dr. Wilhemina Brock glanced in the mirror on the door of her locker. She frowned at the tight braid she'd twisted it into that morning. She reached up and released the clip holding it in place then shook out her long raven tresses. Soft wispy locks curled around her shoulders, sending shivers of pleasure dancing on her skin. Much better. Smiling to herself she grabbed her black t-shirt and started to pull it over her head.

A whistle sounded from the door. “Damn, that’s sexy.” A very masculine voice said.

Willa spun around, tugging the hem of her shirt into place. Keenan Fergason. The newest addition to the nursing staff. His muscular build, rugged features, reddish brown hair and sparkling green eyes had everyone lusting after him. She could feel the blush that stained her cheeks at his continued appraisal of her. “I don’t know what you're talking about, Keenan. I’ve gotta run. I’m meeting Schy for dinner in half an hour.” She reached up to stuff her lab coat into her locker and felt the bottom of her shirt raise above her low cut jeans.

“I’m not letting you leave here until you give me the dirt on that sexy tramp stamp you’re sporting there, Dr. Willa,” Kee said.

She glanced over in time to see him wiggle his eyebrows as he said the words tramp stamp. Shit. Just what she needed. News of her guilty pleasure traveling all over the hospital as she was finishing up her residency.

Curious about Shay Maclean?
Check out her website: www.shaymaclean.com
and blog:
http://scorchedsheets.blogspot.com/
Connect with Shay via Twitter!

Buy links for Shooting Stars:
Dreams N Fantasies
Wicked Ink Press


Author Info

Shay has been writing most of her life. As a teenager, she focused mainly on poetry, but still dabbled in writing short stories. She didn't find her niche though until she started listening to the characters in her head whispering about the dark and sensual worlds to be explored in erotic romance. Now when she's not engrossed in a great read, she listens intently when her muse murmurs seductively in her ear. She also enjoys photography and graphic design. And although she isn’t an artist by any means she designed the tattoo featured in Shooting Stars. When she’s not writing she enjoys reading and spending time with her family.

You can contact her at shay@shaymaclean.com or on her Facebook Page.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Simply Sexy Excerpts - Fairy Casanova by Gracen Miller

Blurb:
Las Vegas lawyer, Sadie Sinclair, has hit rock bottom. Bankrupt, with her reputation ruined, and her fiancé is yachting Aruba with a hot babe. Desperate for a break from reality, she contacts 1NightStand and is shocked to discover she's been paired with a sexy fairy.

Jace is about to become King of the fairies. One minor glitch, he's obsessed with humans. Before becoming King, he wants one night with a human before he's forever forbidden from crossing into the human realm. After a stellar night of sex, Jace is surprised to discover Sadie isn't just a human, but his mate. Complicating everything with the revelation, he's willing to forfeit his kingdom for her, but Sadie must decide if he's worth the biggest gamble yet.

Caution! Super Hawt Excerpt Below:
"May I make love to you now?" Jace wasn't sure he could wait much longer to claim the sensuous woman in his arms. The way she fondled his wings turned him the fuck on, and he struggled not to take her to the floor and thrust deep inside her.

Sadie stared at his mouth as if she would consume him. Her lips were slightly parted and dewy from his kisses. The warmth of her body fused with his, creating a unique sensation of oneness.

"No, but you can fuck me now." Her voice emerged raspy, dark with excitement, and he was pleased by her bold request. A woman who knew what she wanted—so thrilling to his libido.

Jace kissed her. He caressed her thigh, worshipping the smooth texture of her skin. Her soft moans filled his sensitive ears as he moved his fingers lower, tickled the back of her knee, and dipped his hand beneath the hemline of her dress. Gliding his palm upward, the material pleated into wrinkles over his wrist.

He wedged two fingers around the top of her panties and tugged them down her thighs. While the flimsy lace slipped downward, he bent his wing forward and brushed the teardrop on the lower edge against her vaginal lips. Her breath stuttered to an abrupt stop in her lungs.

Wet! So wet the outer folds of her pussy were drenched, and the scent of her arousal went through his nose, filling his body with an aching need.

Her head fell back, and she stepped out of her bikinis without being asked. Jace looked at the diaphanous fabric and smiled. "Red."

Is her bra red too?

He bent down to pick up the scrap of lace before placing it against his nose. He breathed her heady aroma deep into his body, imprinting her scent into his memory.

Slow down, Jace. It was hard to control the hunger building within him as her silver eyes widened. Was he overstimulating her? A hand cupped the back of her neck, while the other held her underwear. He also caressed between her thighs with his wing, applying lazy circles against her damp seam intended to drive her crazy with yearning.

"What is that…how are yo—?" She glanced downward, but the compression of their bodies didn't provide her with a clear view below their waists.

"My wing." He adjusted his other one so the teardrop slanted upward and ran along her cheek, demonstrating how much control he executed over them.

Sadie trembled. "My God, you're like a man with four hands."

He tucked her panties into his pocket as a memento. "Yes. Lucky you." Still using the globule on his wing, he pressed between her silky vaginal lips and stroked the damp opening to her body. A heavy breath exited her lungs and her eyes dilated. He circled her entrance slowly a couple more times, giving her only a moment to process his actions, before burying the fat droplet inside her.

She gripped his hair and dragged in a hard breath as he curled his wing into a cylinder shape, like a dildo he'd seen in a shop in the human realm. Thrusting deeper, he located her G-spot with the droplet and firmly tapped the hidden erogenous zone touted to trigger powerful orgasms. Jackpot! He thought when her breath spiked, and her hips rocked into his strokes. Jace couldn't remember a woman more responsive than her. His wings a spider web of sensation, he could feel every ripple and shudder of her passage.

He kissed her, keeping his eyes open so he wouldn't miss her expression as he set a hard, fast plunge inside her liquid heat. Capturing her small whimpers of pleasure with his lips, he swallowed the distinct taste of her energy and supplemented her bliss by adjusting his strokes and increasing the circumference of his wing. Her silver eyes went from wild with bliss to glazed and glassy with the approach of orgasm.

Fairy Casanova is available now
with Decadent Publishing!
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Where you can stalk me on the net—LOL—not seriously!
Website: www.gracenmiller.com
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller
Facebook Fan Page, Madison's Life Lessons Blog, and Moonlight, Lace & Mayhem Blog!


AUTHOR BIO:
Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a "normal" person in southern society. When not writing, she's a full-time basketball/football/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband. She's addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football and coffee…addictions are not necessarily in order of priority.

She is convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and blending coffee and writing together generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs.
To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at:

I loved this story and highly recommend you add it to your TBR (To Be Read) List!!

Monday, May 9, 2011

Simply Sexy Stories Welcomes Kay Jaybee!

NG: Hi, Kay Jaybee!

KJ: Hi honey, great to be here today.

NG: I'm glad to have you! Let's jump right in! What genre(s) do you write and why?

KJ: I write erotica in pretty much any form; straight, gay, lesbian or bi.

As to why I write it- that really is the million dollar question. It is, without doubt, a compulsion- an addiction if you like. Every time I write something that gets taken up by a publisher, I get a massive high and I want to write more. Every time I get a rejection, I have a desperate need to write better, and am spurred on to write yet again- usually faster.

I guess writing is my drug of choice.

Why it's erotica I choose to write is an even harder question. I started to write it purely by accident, after a random idea scribbled across a serviette in a Scottish cafe one day nearly six years ago. I found I could simply write smut- I haven't dared analyze why- I don't really want to know!

NG: LOL! Well, writing smut is surely the drug of choice...the ultimate natural high! Describe your writing process...careful plotter, laid back pantster or combination of both?

KJ: I'm definitely not a careful plotter, in fact having to plan out my stories in advance so that I can put forward a proposal to a publisher is by and far the most difficult part of the writing process for me.

My smutty tales tend to take me along with them for the ride. I'd like to say I have some sort of control over my characters, but I'm afraid I'm firmly within their power.

For example, I'm currently working on a new novel for Xcite. The proposal states I have 20 chapters to write- I'm already on Chapter 6- and yet I'm only on Chapter 4 according to my chapter plan... whoops

NG: *g* Gotta love those wayward characters! What do you 'see' more clearly the setting or characters in your stories?

KJ: The setting, without question. Location is everything for me. If I can't clearly visualise the setting, then my story simply doesn't work.

I enjoy taking places I know well, such as simple store rooms, café's, hotels or restaurants; removing all the people, and then working out how to get my own characters in situ. Only then will I decide what they are going to get up to once they are there!

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

KJ: This is a hard one- it certainly isn't the long hours, the periods of time I spend staring at a blank notebook, trying hard to get the story in my head to come out in a discernible order!

I think that it must be the freedom of it that I love the most. The fact that, in the few short hours I have to write each day, I have the luxury of letting my imagination do just exactly what it likes.

NG: What are you reading right now?

KJ: I read a vast range and styles of books. At the moment I'm reading the new Katie Fforde book, Summer of Love. I hardly ever read romance, but I do love her easy style. Katie Fforde produces books that are the equivalent of hot chocolate. Something about them just makes you feel better.

NG: What are you working on for the 2011?

KJ: 2011 is shaping up to be a fantastic year!

I am currently madly promoting my new e-novel The Perfect Submissive, and my new e-anthology, Yes Ma’am. I will be reading from both of these books at the Sh! Women’s Store in Hoxton, London on 6th May- which I’m very much looking forward to.'
On the writing front, I am deep into my next novel, Fantasy 13, which will be published by Xcite (no release date as yet). This new novel centres around a threesome with a difference- and a list of thirteen erotic tasks which need to be performed…

NG: You're one busy lady! Let's talk about your latest scorching release, The Perfect Submissive. In five sentences or less, share what this erotic story is about?

KJ: Hidden behind the Fables Hotels respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests.

When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotels exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognizes the young woman's potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education.

Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine.
Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable’s top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive...

NG: Oh, wow...sounds hot! What inspired you to pen this sexy tale?

KJ: The initial premise for The Perfect Submissive came to life when I wrote a short story for Black Lace, called Seducing Laura. Due to Black Lace’s untimely demise the story never made it to publication, and ended up in a pile of tales that ‘might come in useful one day.’ It was only when I rediscovered the piece during a random flick through of old material that I saw it’s potential to be developed into a novel.

The first chapter of The Perfect Submissive is based almost entirely on this original story, and concerns the first kinky encounter between the dominatrix, Laura Peters, and handsome artist Samuel Weaver, on the top floor of the Fables Hotel in which she worked.

By adding in the character of the hotel’s latest recruit, Miss Jess Sanders, I created someone that Mrs Peter’s would enjoy training. A creature destined to become the perfect submissive.

NG: How long did it take you to finish this book?

KJ: I have two part time jobs, so writing has to be squeezed in between the challenges of real life. Therefore it takes me rather longer to write a novel than I’d like. The Perfect Submissive took me approximately 18 months from start to finish- although I guess it would have been a bit quicker if I hadn’t stopped to pen the odd short story along the way!

NG: Were there any creative challenges faced and conquered before you wrote, 'The End'?

KJ: The hardest challenge for me was maintaining the momentum once I’d passed the 4500 word mark. Most of the material I produce is for the short story market, as consequence I am not well practiced at producing anything longer. The push from 5000-8000 words was a hard slog; but once I’d passed that psychological barrier I was fine. (I hope!)

NG: The Perfect Submissive has BDSM elements. What would you say to the curious reader uncertain about exploring this genre?

KJ: BDSM in literature is massive fun. You can experience all the tension, sexual anxiety, and discomfort of the characters without any of the associated pain or angst! It is by far the safest way to experience the naughtiest, kinkiest, and most fascinatingly visual of sexual practices!

If you are new to BDSM, you can use erotica of this ilk to educate you- become the ultimate voyeur! x

NG: Describe the heroine in three words.

KJ: The heroine of The Perfect Submissive is Miss Jess Sanders – in three words I’m sum her up as – Deliciously Quick Learner

NG: Give me three reasons readers will love The Perfect Submissive.

KJ: The action begins on the very first page, and doesn’t stop until the very last paragraph. The journey that Jess Sanders goes on to reach her destiny is complex and, hopefully, fascinating. It is total escapism.

NG: Yowza! I'm hooked! Anything else you'd like to share?

KJ: Thanks ever so much for letting me visit you here today.

NG: It was a pleasure Kay! I wish you the best of luck with this new release and all your future endeavors!

KJ: If you like the sound of The Perfect Submissive, you might also like my latest short story collection, Yes Ma’am- which features six Fem Dom stories. Give it a try- it may well hit the spot…

NG: There you have it ladies and gents! Kay Jaybee, thank you so much for stopping by Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb:
Hidden behind the Fables Hotel's respectable facade, five specially adapted rooms wait; ready to cater for the kinky requirements of its guests. When Mrs Peters, the mistress of the hotel's exclusive entertainment facility, meets the new booking clerk, Jess Sanders, she instantly recognises the young woman's potential as a deliciously meek addition to her specialist staff. All it will take is a little education. Under the tutelage of the dominatrix, Miss Sarah, Jess learns to cope with her unexpected training schedule, the increasingly erotic chill she experiences each time she survives a new level of correction, and a truly sexy exercise routine. Temporarily distracted from her intimidating rule over Fable's top floor by an enigmatic artist, Mrs Peters begins to plan how she can secure his obedient assistance, in grooming Jess into the perfect submissive...

Caution! Sizzling Excerpt Below:
If he hadn’t had his neck bent, his face to the floor with respect for Miss Sarah, who greeted him with a sharp ‘Good Morning’, Jess judged he would have been quite tall. And he was young; not the sweaty, aged bank manager Jess had conjured up in her head, but a man in his late 20s or early 30s, with a shaven face, short spiked ginger hair, and well built limbs. He was dressed as a servant, perhaps a stable hand. Jess was automatically reminded of Lady Chatterley’s Lover. Gulping against her dehydrated throat, unwilling to see the sex that she was sure was about to follow, the clerk dropped her eyes, only to have her chin roughly jerked upwards by Mrs Peters,

‘No, child. You will observe. You will learn.’

A patina of panic gripped Jess. Every hair on the back of her neck stood to attention. Until that moment it had been unreal. She hadn’t let go of the hope that at any minute someone was going to turn around and say, ‘OK, Jess, it’s just a joke. We play it on all the new girls. Let’s
grab a coffee.’

No one did though. No one was saying anything. The suffocating quiet of the room was broken by the newcomer, who apparently totally oblivious to his audience, was pressed to his knees by Miss Sarah. His head lowered, he was left were he was as the lady sat in the wing-backed chair, her back straight, her chin tilted, her clear eyes filled with disdain as she studied her supplicant.

Jess tried to turn her head away for a second time, but again, had it sharply wrenched back to the scene unfolding before her. She felt incredibly hot despite the general chill of the room, and wished she could take off the thick jumper that was so essential in her cold little bookings office.

Miss Sarah stood again, her abrupt movement making Jess jump and Mrs Peters smile with sardonic approval.

‘You know why I have called you here, Master Paul.’

‘Yes, my lady.’ The words were spoken with humility, but Jess heard every word. It was like being in a theatre watching someone dictating well rehearsed lines.

‘I believe I’ve had to speak to you before about your time keeping. Twice before in fact.’

The man’s eyes remained dipped, ‘Yes, my lady.’

‘I’m afraid that, as this is not the first time there has been cause to reprimand you, the punishment will be more severe this time.’ Miss Sarah didn’t sound afraid at all. Her cut-glass voice sounded triumphant as she towered over the man, who seemed to be getting smaller, as if he was shrinking against her tone.

With a rustle of the petticoats hidden beneath her bust hugging dress, Miss Sarah turned from her client and began to search through the desk drawer. Jess held her breath; positive she knew what Miss Sarah was searching for. It has to be a wooden ruler. Jess had read enough erotica to know how these scenarios went. It was almost text book. She wondered if she should have been disappointed, but the hardening of her nipples told her otherwise, as did the tell-tale twitch beneath her skirt.
Determined to keep her unbidden arousal secret, Jess privately admonished herself for being so susceptible. She averted her eyes from the woman at the desk, but Jess couldn’t bring herself to turn them from the manservant. He captivated her. So strong, so masculine.

What makes him want to come here and be controlled like this? Why does he pay to be humiliated?

‘It’s fascinating, isn’t it?’ Mrs Peters seemed to be reading her mind.

Jess felt goose pimples sprinkle her flesh as her employer continued to speak in whispers, her warm breath tickling Jess’s ear, ‘He’s a strong young man. He is good looking. He could dominate any girl he chose, and yet here he is, getting his rocks off by crouching in obedience before a powerful woman.’


The Perfect Submissive is available with Xcite Books now!
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Curious about Kay Jaybee?
Check out her website:
http://www.kayjaybee.me.uk
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