Sunday, October 30, 2011

Six Sentence Sunday- Inappropriate Text Leads To Hot Sex!


Welcome to Simply Sexy Stories! This week's six comes from Abrielle's Fool, my sexy free read available with Total E-Bound!
"You saw the text message."

"It popped up on your screen, kinda hard to miss."

A moment of silence passed between them. Lance's hard gaze raked over her and Abrielle felt her already racing heart beat a little faster. For a second, she was certain she saw a glint in his eyes that hinted more towards male interest than annoyance, but she couldn't be sure. "How do you even know that text was in reference to you?"

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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Counting Down To Halloween!

Just a two days away from Halloween! 
I'm readying my costume and stashing candy by the door!

Don't forget to check out TRS's Spookapoolza going on through Halloween night!
There are a ton of authors sharing excerpts and offering prizes!

Click the pick to join the party and enjoy your weekend!


~Nichelle
 http://theromancestudio.com/party/

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy With Jamie Samms!

NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Jaime Samms! Welcome, Jaime! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween? 

J.S.: Making costumes for my kids, hands down. I’m a creative type, and I love making stuff! Creating cosumes for them, and with them, now that they’re older, is so much fun.

NG: Your kids most love it too! Quick! You're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?

J.S.: Fuck no! I’m a whimp. I really am. Maybe if my kids were there, I’d find it in me, but otherwise? I have to admit, I’d be in big trouble.

NG: lol...me too, Jamie, me too! Okay, you've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

J.S.: Is it too mundane to say I’d pull a Micky Mouse and enchant my vacuum cleaner and duster? I live with the dream that some day, my house will be clean and presentable. *sings* “I dreamed a dream…”

NG: An enchanted vacuum cleaner and duster would be wonderful! So, what's your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

J.S.: OMG, least is easy. Those gawdaweful Halloween caramels (can you call them that?) in the orange and black wrappers. They are sooo bad! Candy corn runs a close second. Even my kids won’t eat it! My favorite is probably rockets. Or the caramel apples my great aunt used to make for us, drizzled with chocolate…mmmm…..

NG: Sounds delish! Let's talk about Ghosts & Lovers! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

J.S.: Well, first and foremost, it’s a rare story about a hero who isn’t physically perfect. He has a degenerative eye disease and is almost blind. Second, it involves one of my personal favorite tropes: friends to lovers. To me, there’s something special about a friend willing to take the risk of showing he wants so much more out of the relationship. And third, it’s full of ghosts, and sometimes, it can be tough to figure out if a ghost is good or not-so-good. Tim has a lot of deciphering to do in order to figure out which spirits mean him harm, and which ones just want to be close…

NG: Oooo...sounds very intriguing! Jamie, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

J.S.: Thanks for having me! It’s been fun answering your questions and sharing with your readers.

If they want to connect with me on twitter: JaimeSamms is my…um…what do call that? Twit-name? lol! I’m also on FB and Goodreads. Feel free to friend me! You can also check out my personal (though sometimes very lonely and neglected) blog at LiveJournal. My lj name is dontkickmycane.

Blurb: Timmy has lost one family member after another, and now he’s losing his eyesight, as well. It’s no wonder he holds tight to the ghostly lover who always seems to meet him in the park in dead of night when he’s tired of being alone.

Lately, though, Tim’s been hearing other, less friendly voices out of the dark, and his long-time friend and neighbor, Mark, is worried. When he tries to intervene and suggest Tim start acting more like the blind man he is, Tim refuses his help only to find he can’t hang onto his ghosts without paying a very personal price.

When his ghost lover finally says good bye, Tim finds he maybe should have listened to Mark after all, only now, it might be too late.


Prepare Yourself For A Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy Excerpt Below:

Tim leaned away, reached up to find an arm and moved his hand up to the shoulder, not
quite daring to go further. "I heard you. You took tomatoes from the neighbor's garden and
you slept on our porch with the cat." He gripped the flannel shirt under his fingers and leaned
closer, lowered his voice. "You took my father's shirt, and you sometimes climb up into the
tree outside my window." His voice was barely a whisper now and Gordon's nearness sent a
shiver through him. "I bet you watch me sleep."

There was a snicker, and Gordon jerked Tim's hand free of the fabric, crushed it in a tight
fist.

Tim grimaced, but didn't utter any sound.

"I watch you do a lot of things, Tim‐tim."

"Why do you watch?" Tim asked, trying not to let the pain into his voice. He felt his way
through the thick air, the threat, his own uncertainty, to find lips. "When you could do it with
me?" he whispered against those lips.

Gordon drove him to the ground under his weight. "What do you want me to do with
you, Tim‐tim?"

Tim didn't mind the reassuring weight holding him down. It was warm when they did
this, and almost felt like what they did together mattered. He ran a hand over the smooth,
cool skin of his companion's cheek, sliding his thumb along the side of his nose and over his
lips. He raised his other hand to the man's forehead and slipped his fingers over the lines of
worry there, down his face, gently over his eyes, exploring with his hands what the darkness
hid. "Kiss me."

"Kiss you?" The body above him rose a little, and Tim clung to a handful of flannel and
tiny buttons.

"I always wanted to, when you used to come at night and peer in the windows. I wanted
to sneak out and talk to you, meet you. But I never did."

"Why?"

"You stopped coming."
"No. Why did you want to meet me?" There was a hint of wonder in the question, and
Tim relaxed his grip to reach up and read the emotion with his fingers, in the slack set of the
man's jaw, his lax lips. He touched Gordon's bottom lip with his thumb and smiled.

"Because you could have snuck into anyone's porch, peeked in anyone's window. You
kept coming back to mine. Maybe I wanted to know why."

Gordon kissed his thumb and leaned close again, kissing along Tim's jaw to his chin,
pausing just before their lips met. "Because you left your curtains open." His hand snuck
under Tim's t‐shirt. "All that pale flesh on display. You did that on purpose."

"Maybe." Tim squirmed to get the hand where he wanted it, in full contact with his
chilled side. As Gordon's hand roved over his stomach and chest, he closed his eyes, and the
image of his partner's face came back to him. Long black hair and narrow features, dark eyes,
a sharp nose and thin, almost pointed chin. Most of all, he remembered the lust, shining from
his eyes and accenting his smooth, hairless features. He saw again the fine lips curved in a
satisfied smile as he watched. Tim's hips lifted, creating friction that met with movement
against him and made him moan. He turned his head, searching for lips and tongue. He found
them, as eager for contact as he was.

Gordon thrust a hand inside his jeans, and they both squirmed for contact, Tim shivering
as cold fingers wrapped around his hardness. He ground up into Gordon's grip, jerking his
hips against Gordon's erection, and moaning into his mouth.

Memories washed through Tim, of spreading himself, naked on his bed and waiting for
the telltale shimmer of moonlight on glossy leaves as Gordon climbed the tree outside his
window to watch him. The excitement of knowing he was under scrutiny always made it
better for Tim. Even when the view out his window began to blur as his eyes lost their focus,
just knowing there was someone there turned it into something other than a solitary, lonely
activity. The sensation of eyes on him became addictive, made it easier to forget for a little
while all the other things that weren't right in his life.

"Tim‐tim." Gordon's voice in his ear brought him back to the present. "Come for me, Timtim.
Like you used to, moaning, with your head thrown back, your throat exposed." His mouth
travelled down to cover Tim's throat with possessive, hungry lips. He licked at Tim's Adam's
apple, sucking the skin between his teeth, then travelled back up, close to his ear. "Come in
my hand, Tim‐tim."

Even as he spoke, his own hips moved, faster, harder, against Tim's body, crushing his
buttocks against the cold ground. Gordon's fist clenched hard around Tim as he came,
groaning into Tim's neck and jerking spasmodically against him.

"Don't stop," Tim gasped, hammered his hips up into Gordon, moving his cock inside the
tight grip, clamping his teeth around a harsh shout as he finished and sagged. They lay, for a
while, Gordon's lips roving over Tim's face and throat, and Tim's hands traveling up and
down, swarming over Gordon's body while the flush of orgasm cooled.

When they finally parted, and sat up, once again side by side, the smell of Gordon's coat,
his sweat and their sex mingled, filling Tim with a sad longing. Gordon had drifted out of his
life a long time ago. He sighed and stood.

"One of these days, Tim‐tim," Gordon said through a cloud of cigarette stench, his voice
immediately level with Tim. "One of these days, someone else will find you instead of me."

"Nah." Tim stood, snugged his jeans back in place around his hips, and oriented himself
back the way he'd come. "You'll always find me first. Or I'll find you."

"How do you know?"

Tim glanced back over his shoulder. He couldn't be sure exactly where Gordon was, but
he felt the other's presence somewhere behind him. "You hum."

"I what?" Gordon removed the jacket from Tim's shoulders. "I hum?"

"Yeah." Tim put a hand on Gordon's chest and felt the deceptive solidity through the soft
material. "I can hear it. The less I see, the better I hear you. It's like…" he smiled and let his
hand fall. "I don't know what it's like, but I like it."

"I knew I should have left a long time ago," Gordon muttered, but Tim heard the teasing
under the words. More seriously, he asked, "Does anyone else hum?"

"No." Tim shook his head and stuffed his hands in his pockets. "Sis yells. It's all she ever
did, even before she was a ghost. I don't get along so well with her as with you."

"We never used to get along, when—"

"When you were alive?"

Ghosts & Lovers is available now with Pink Petal Books!


Curious about Jamie Samms?
Check out her website: http://jaime-samms.net
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Creepy Yet Sexy!

Halloween is only a few days away and I'm just excited as my kids! What's not to love about dressing up and pretending to be someone or something else for a few hours? It's the one night many people who wouldn't dream of role-playing any other time don a costume to have some fun.


Are you still trying to figure out what to wear for Halloween? There's still time to cook up something fabulous, but first you've gotta decide whether you're going to go be cute, sexy or just plain creepy! For Halloween, it's more fun to me to combine all three! 


If I had unlimited resources and a make-up artist, I definitely pick one of creatures depicted in some of my favorite flicks who manage to pull off the creepy/sexy balance just boo-tifully like these ladies:


Gozer from the GhostBusters...















Or, the Borg Queen...






















and Dren from Splice...












These females are scare-tastic and sexy in a weird, freakish kinda way and I love it! Do you have a favorite character who manages to pull off the creepy/sexy thing with ease?


I can't wait to dress up with my husband this year! We're going as a monster couple...can you guess which one? I'll give you two clues...my monster partner likes to say: "Errrrrrrrrrr!  Errrrrrrrrrrr!" and I'd be the poster child for plastic surgery gone too far. So, who are we going as??
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Coming up on Simply Sexy Stories: Jamie Samms joins me with a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt to trick-n-treat you! Don't miss it!


~Nichelle

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy with Marie Sexton!


NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Marie Sexton! Welcome, Marie! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween? 

MS: That’s a tough one. I love fall in general. I love the leaves on the ground, and the haunted houses, and the jack-o-lanterns, and the pumpkin patches. That’s probably it, actually. Going to the pumpkin patch. Here’s one of my favorite photos of my daughter and I at our favorite patch (this one is from a couple of years ago).

NG: Aww...that's one beaut of a pumpkin! Look out, you're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?
MS: Absolutely. In the event of a zombie apocalypse, I intend to throw Fred Phelps and the rest of the Westboro hate-mongers at the zombies as fodder. Then I’ll run like hell.

NG: Ha ha! You've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

MS: The Magic Spell of Everlasting Writerly Motivation and Inspiration.

NG: Oooo...now, that's the spell to have for sure! What is your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

MS: Rather than answering that, I’m going to run off on a tangent. I think it’s really unfortunate that we’ve let Halloween urban legends steer us away from homemade treats. The (false) media hype has taught us that only store-bought, factory-produced, individually-wrapped candy is “safe”. It makes me sad. I know my neighbors. I trust my neighbors. I’d rather have a good old-fashioned Rice Krispie Treat than any store-bought candy.

[Snopes link, if anybody is interested: http://www.snopes.com/horrors/poison/halloween.asp]

NG: Mmm...I love Rice Krispie Treats! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

MS: 1. Trick: Song of Oestend is my first non-contemporary. Many readers have said they started reading it without reading the blurb, and found themselves rather confused.

2. Treat: People who have read my contemporaries know that my stories aren’t known for having lots of sex. I make my boys work hard for their big payoff. That being said, Song of Oestend is the exception to the rule. Aren is the most unapologetically sexual character I’ve ever written. Add that to Deacon’s absolute need for release, and things get hot early. And often. Definitely a steamy treat. ;-)

3. Opposites Attract + Friends to Lovers = Trick and Treat? Plus, it’s a tiny bit spooky.

NG: Song of Oestend sound fabulous, Marie! Thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: Symbols have power...
Aren Montrell has heard tales of the Oestend wraiths - mysterious creatures which come in the night and kill anyone who’s not indoors. Aren’s never had reason to believe the stories, but when he takes a job as a bookkeeper on the BarChi, a dusty cattle ranch on the remote Oestend prairie, he soon learns that the wraiths are real. Aren suddenly finds himself living in a supposedly haunted house and depending on wards and generators to protect him from unseen things in the night. As if that’s not enough, he has to deal with a crotchety old blind woman, face “cows” that look like nothing he’s ever seen before, and try to ignore the fact that he’s apparently the most eligible bachelor around.

Aren also finds himself the one and only confidante of Deacon, the BarChi’s burly foreman. Deacon runs the BarChi with an iron fist and is obviously relieved to finally have somebody he can talk to. As their relationship grows, Aren learns there’s more to Deacon and the BarChi than he’d anticipated. Deacon seems determined to deny both his Oestend heritage and any claim he may have to the BarChi ranch, but if Aren is to survive the perils of Oestend, he’ll have to convince Deacon to stop running from the past and finally claim everything that’s his.


Prepare yourself for a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt below:
Aren had been planning nothing more than a quick tryst, but as he sat on a bale of hay waiting for Deacon to arrive, his plan began to evolve. For those brief moments at the table, Deacon had felt like putty in his hands. He’d seen a hint of submission in Deacon’s eyes, and it thrilled him. He found himself wanting desperately to explore how far that submission went.

“I’m glad you waited,” Deacon said when he finally entered the stall, “but I only have a few minutes.”

“That’s fine.” Aren contemplated Deacon’s strong, muscular frame and the bulge that was already forming in the cowboy’s pants. He knew Deacon only owned three or four pairs of pants, and about as many shirts. The ones he wore now were his nicest ones, kept aside for dinner with the family. “You’re not wearing those to work, right?” Aren asked.

“No.”

“Good.” Aren stood up and closed the door to their stall. They still wouldn’t have total privacy—the walls only came up to Aren’s shoulder—but it somehow served to underline the point that they were finally alone. He turned to find Deacon watching him. His expression was exactly as it had been at the dinner table—hopeful, aroused, and completely submissive. “Take off your pants,” Aren said.

Deacon smiled at him. “Have to take my boots off first.” But he didn’t argue. He pulled his boots off, tossing them into the corner. Then he slowly took his pants off. He didn’t toss those on the floor. He folded them and placed them on a hay bale before turning back to Aren. His shirt hung down past his hips, although the front of it was caught on his rather impressive erection.

Aren stepped up close to him and began to unbutton his shirt. “We don’t have enough time to do this right,” he said as he worked his way down the front of Deacon’s shirt. “But I’m not letting you hide from me anymore.”

“I wasn’t the one hiding.” Of course that was true. Aren hadn’t thought of it as hiding, but he could see now that was exactly how it had looked.

“I was trying to give you space if you wanted it.”

“Seemed like you didn’t want to see me.”

“I woke up in the morning and you were gone. I figured that was your way of telling me you didn’t want it to happen again.”

“No,” Deacon said, looking amused. “That was my way of telling you I had chores to do before breakfast.”

“You’re forgiven,” Aren said, even though it hadn’t actually been an apology, and he was pleased when Deacon laughed. Aren undid the bottom button and pushed the shirt backwards off Deacon’s shoulders.

“You have to undo the cufflinks,” Deacon said.

Aren smiled and shook his head. “Not this time.” He pulled the shirt down Deacon’s arms, and just as he’d planned, the sleeves turned inside out, but stopped before Deacon’s big hands escaped from the cuffs. Aren moved behind him. He pulled Deacon’s hands together and used the fabric of the shirt to bind Deacon’s hands behind his back. It wouldn’t be enough to hold him if he really wanted to get free, but Aren was pretty sure Deacon didn’t want to escape anyway.

He walked back in front of Deacon, tracing his fingers down the scar that started at Deacon’s collarbone and trailed towards his navel. Deacon’s eyes were closed, his breathing heavy, his cock hard and tipped with a bead of moisture.

“You don’t get to come right now,” Aren said. He leant forwards to tease one of Deacon’s nipples, flicking his tongue over the bud of flesh. “You’re going to have to wait.”

“Then what are you doing here?” Deacon asked.

Aren reached down to cup Deacon’s heavy sac in his hand, squeezing gently, and Deacon moaned. “I want you to be thinking about me all day.”

“That won’t be anything new.”

Aren smiled, undeniably pleased by the confession. He slid his fingers backwards, towards Deacon’s taint, but his access was blocked by Deacon’s muscular thighs. “Spread your legs for me.”

Deacon did, widening his stance so that Aren’s hand slid easily between his legs, and Aren felt that same bolt of excitement lance down his spine. Deacon’s ready compliance made him breathless. He massaged the thick cord of flesh between Deacon’s legs. “Has anybody ever done this for you?”

“No,” Deacon breathed.

“Wait until you feel my tongue on it,” he said, and Deacon moaned.

Aren pulled his hand from between Deacon’s legs. He slowly moved around Deacon’s muscular, trembling body, trailing his hand over Deacon’s hip as he did. “You don’t get to jack off today,” he said. “I want you feeling desperate all day.”

“I’m feeling desperate now.”

Aren smacked his flank playfully, and noted the groan it elicited from Deacon. “You don’t know what desperate is,” Aren teased. Deacon’s bound hands and the bulk of his shirt hid most of his ass, and Aren crossed slowly behind Deacon until he stood at his other side. His right hand rested on Deacon’s firm ass. His left hand fingered his erect nipple. “I want you squirming in your saddle all day.” He pinched one of Deacon’s nipples, and the cowboy’s gasp of pleasure made him moan.

He slid his right hand down Deacon’s ass, his fingers probing between his cheeks. He pushed gently when he found what he sought, and he felt Deacon’s muscles tighten instinctively. “I won’t hurt you,” Aren whispered as he nipped at Deacon’s shoulder with his teeth. He slid his left hand down Deacon’s stomach, skirting his erect penis, and rubbed his fingers back again onto Deacon’s taint. “You’ll learn to love this,” he whispered as he started to move both hands at the same time. He didn’t try to gain entrance with the fingers of his right hand. He only rubbed gently, moving in tandem with the fingers between Deacon’s legs. “I’ll teach you how to relax,” he said as he massaged Deacon. “You won’t believe how good it can feel.”

Deacon made a sound, something close to a whimper. “Please,” he said.

“‘Please’ what?” Aren teased, his fingers still moving together on Deacon’s body.

“Please,” Deacon said again. “Let me touch you. Or kiss you. Or…something!”

His desperation made Aren smile. Aren took a step back, taking both of his hands off Deacon’s body, and Deacon moaned in frustration.

“Not yet.”


Song of Oestend is available now with Total E-Bound Publishing!

Marie Sexton lives in Colorado. She’s a fan of just about anything that involves muscular young men piling on top of each other. In particular, she loves the Denver Broncos and enjoys going to the games with her husband. Her imaginary friends often tag along. Marie has one daughter, two cats, and one dog, all of whom seem bent on destroying what remains of her sanity. She loves them anyway.

Curious about Marie Sexton?
Check out her website: http://www.mariesexton.net
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Jamie Samms joins me for another Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy trick-n-treat edition here on Simply Sexy Stories on October 27th!!

Saturday, October 22, 2011

This Week's Hottie Is...

Karl Urban!!!
Whether he plays a sci-fi hunk...
a bad ass...
or a soldier...
Karl Urban is...
simply GORGEOUS!!

Ladies, I know you'll agree!



Wednesday, October 19, 2011

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy with Victoria Blisse!


NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Victoria Blisse! Welcome, Victoria! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween? 


VB: Well, honestly I’m not a big Halloween fan. I’m British so we’re only just really getting to grips with the whole idea and I am a complete wimp. I don’t deal well with horror. I do like the post-halloween sales though, lots of lovely sweeties on sale, huzzah!

NG: You're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?

VB: Well I am intelligent but I am not very fast. I think if I can hold them off with some kind of makeshift weapon I might survive. If I've got some pals with me we’ll be fine I’m sure. I wouldn’t make a good zombie, my skin is really pale as it is!

NG: You've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

VB:World peace, that’s always the right answer, right? Either that or a spell to make sure there’s always chocolate in the house when I need it, that’d be good.

NG: LOL! What is your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

VB: Again, I’m British and we’re coming late to this whole thing. I don’t think there really are any specific sweets brought out here for Halloween. It’s close to Bonfire night (the bigger British holiday) and I love a chocolate apple at that time of year. It is literally an apple dipped in chocolate and topped with sprinkles. Yummy.

NG: Mmm...delicious and Bonfire night sounds like a good time too! Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

VB: Stopping Point contains hot vampires!

The main female character is kind of evil but you’ll find yourself loving her by the end.

Josh is a vampire, but he doesn’t know it. It’s a treat to read how he works it out!

NG: Stopping Point sounds like a howling good time! Victoria, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories!

Blurb: Book two in the Point Vamp Series
Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet.

He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule.

Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.

Prepare yourself for a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpt below:
“Fuck, bitch, get away from me. You’re evil.”

“Yes, dear, I am, but so are you.” She leant forward and kissed him.

Instantly he felt an electric buzz as her cold lips moulded with his. Her hands travelled around his neck and he found himself pulling her closer. His arms wrapped around her waist. There was an uncontrollable urge to be with this woman, to hold her, to kiss her, to fuck her. It was sick. She’d just called herself his mum, but he couldn’t resist.

“You’re experiencing the call of your blood, darling. It is mine in you and your body recognises it. It’s sexy, isn’t it? Your cock is hard and straining. Mm, this is as good as they said it would be.”

Before he could ask her anything, she was on her knees before him. She undid his pants in one, superhumanly fast action and had his cock in her mouth before he could open his to protest. She was good. Her lips caressed him sensuously as she slid his member deep into her mouth. With each thrust she took more, until her lips were banging off his pelvis as she swallowed him.

“Fuck, that’s good,” he groaned. He could feel his orgasm building and it seemed to gravitate towards her, as if it was something special about her and not just her blow job technique that was turning him on.

“Enough of that,” she growled and pulled him down to the ground next to her.

He yelped, an un-manly sound and probably not too vampiric either. She just laughed again and pushed him back into the soggy autumnal leaves before straddling him.

“Fuck,” he groaned as his cock slid into her wet cunt. He felt alive. His whole body was tingling with pleasure as if he’d come already, but he knew he hadn’t.

“Yes, baby, yes, this is it. This is what I needed, what I wanted,” she groaned as she pushed up and down on his cock. “Fuck me.”


Stopping Point is available now with Total E-Bound!
Buy it Here!
Curious about Victoria Blisse?
Find her around the web here:


Website/blog: http://www.victoriablisse.co.uk



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Marie Sexton joins me for another Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy trick-n-treat edition here on Simply Sexy Stories on October 24th!!

Sunday, October 16, 2011

Spook-a-licious: Where Boo-ks Devour You: Blog Hop Tour (Oct. 17-24)


Welcome to Simply Sexy Stories 
and the Spook-a-licious: 
Where Boo-ks Devour You Blog Hop! 
First things first:

THE RULES:

1) HAVE FUN!!!

2) INVITE ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS!!! SPREAD THE WORD!!!

3) THIS TOUR STARTS: Monday, October 17, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
    THIS TOUR ENDS: Monday, October 24, at Midnight (Arizona Time)
    Winners will be drawn and posted October 25th! ***

4) MEET AND MINGLE WITH ALL THE AUTHORS & BOOK PAGES! EXPERIENCE A NEW DESTINATION AT EVERY STOP! PARTICIPATE IN EVERY BLOG CONTEST AND BE ENTERED FOR CHANCES TO WIN MULTIPLE PRIZES! EVERY BLOG VISITED IS ANOTHER OPPORTUNITY TO WIN!!

5) PARTICIPATION AT ALL BLOGS IS RECOMMENDED, BUT NOT REQUIRED. REMEMBER, THE MORE BLOGS YOU HOP, THE BETTER YOUR CHANCES OF WINNING PRIZES. EVERY AUTHOR & BOOK PAGE IS WAITING TO MEET AND INTERACT WITH YOU, SO PLEASE BE SURE TO SHOW THEM SOME LOVE!

6) DID I MENTION TO HAVE FUN? WHOO! HOO!! HERE WE GOOOOOOOOOOOO!***Authors & Book Pages have full discretion to choose an alternate winner in the event any winner fails to claim their prize(s) within 72 hours of their name being posted or after notification of win, whichever comes first. Anyone who participates in this blog hop tour is subject to these rules***

Now, come play with me in the moonlight...
If you dare!
Mysterious...luminous and majestic in the night sky...the full moon never fails to capture my attention. There's something magical about it I'm quite certain. It's beauty has been the source of fascination, wonder and fear for as long as man has looked up into the heavens.
The power of the moon moves oceans and has even been documented to affect human behavior! It's no mystery, why humankind has believed lunar legends and lore. The moon has inspired so many wild, fantastic even scary tales to entertain us and spark our imaginations!
Lunar light has been depicted in movies and stories alike to affect shapeshifters and werewolves.
Isn't he scary?!
Greyson, the hero in my erotic paranormal romance, Taken by Surprise can be just as fearsome when provoked in his were form, but his charm and gorgeous looks are delicious combination few females can resist!
Zori, my fierce heroine in this steamy thriller, is drawn to Greyson immediately and boy does she have plans for him!
She's beautiful, intelligent and sometimes deadly to the men who enter her bedroom. For Zori, voracious appetites for sex and food reign supreme. She's never known rejection, romance or love...her life and heart has always been her own. The moment she sets eyes on Greyson, Zori makes it her quest to have him in her bed, but she's finally met her match. Can two lovers with secrets face the truth and trust their hearts?

Excerpt:
"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.


Taken By Surprise is available with Total E-Bound Publishing and Amazon!

I enjoy bringing believable characters to life that thrill and excite my readers. I love creating stories involving super sexy alpha heroes with divine heroines in magical, exotic, and fantastic scenarios. So, gone on...Indulge your secret fetishes and desires in one of my simply sexy stories! 

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Six Sentence Sunday- The Way Nature Intended...

Welcome! Thank you for joining me today! My six are taken again this week from The Enchanted Flute. Enjoy!


Holding her tightly, he moved to the ground and she shivered when the grass tickled her naked flesh. She whimpered with regret as he pulled from her warm wetness, leaving her empty and wanting. He smiled down at her, his full lips curving into a knowing smile. She adored the strong line of his jaw and the way his dark brown
eyes narrowed with need. Quickly repositioning her legs over his shoulders, he slammed back into her and she gasped with delight. Folded in this position they watched each other react to each skin-slapping stroke.



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Thursday, October 13, 2011

Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy with Courtney Breazile!


NG: *wild cackle*Ah ha ha ha ha haaaa! Today, I'm featuring Courtney Breazile! Welcome, Courtney! What do you enjoy the most about Halloween?

CB: My favorite part about Halloween is getting to dress up!

NG: Me too! There's something magical about donning a costume and being someone or something else for awhile! So, you're about to be attacked by a horde of zombies...do you think you could survive?

CB: Totally! I have seen all those zombie movies, couldn’t have been a waste of time right, must have been building my zombie fighting skills.

NG: You've become a witch for the night...what spell would you cast?

CB: Hmmmm….a forever young spell!

NG: Nice! Can't go wrong with that one! What is your favorite Halloween candy? Least favorite and why?

CB: I love chocolate and candy corn…least favorite I am not so sure. I am a pretty big fan of all candy really.

NG: Give me three reasons your tale will trick-n-treat your readers.

CB: My story, Halloween Charm offers a submissive ghost, a switch medium and a dominating demon. There is something in this Halloween ménage to treat taste.

NG: Courtney, thank you so much for coming on Simply Sexy Stories! Happy Halloween!
Prepare yourself for a Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy Excerpt Below:


“It feels so incredible to actually be able to touch and be touched,” Amelia whispered. She lifted a hand and stroked it along Charm’s face. “I haven’t been felt by another in almost a year. My only source of pleasure or feeling has been from watching others interact. It’s left me so desperate to feel.” Amelia’s fingers caressed Charm’s waist.

Charm’s gaze drifted down to Amelia’s mouth and she licked her lips, wondering what it would be like to make love to her. Would she like the rough play that Charm did? She was so beautiful, so obviously sensual, and so very dead. Charm’s body began to tingle, excited by the thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she leaned forward, capturing Amelia’s soft lips with hers.

Amelia moaned immediately and parted her lips. Charm had always been a bold lover, always taking control and this was no different. She deepened the kiss, pushing her tongue into Amelia’s sweet mouth, caressing and coaxing her tongue to play. Amelia’s hands clasped at Charm’s back, pulling them even closer together. Charm ran her hands down to Amelia’s plump bottom, forcing their hips to meet.

Charm felt Amelia tremble in her arms and Charm’s panties dampened. She moved her hands to the hem of Amelia’s shirt, slipping under it to the bare skin beneath and caressing up until she felt the lace of her bra. She never broke the kiss as she touched Amelia, moving her hands to cup her heavy breasts, feeling her nipples so hard through the thin material covering them. Charm pinched them lightly and Amelia groaned, her hips pushing forward against Charm.

“Oh God, Charm, it feels so good to be touched.”

Amelia’s green eyes were wide and she was panting slightly as Charm continued to tease her nipples through the lace bra. The pure enjoyment Charm saw on her face was intoxicating and she wanted to take it all the way, wanted to see her face as she rode an intense orgasm.


Halloween Charms will be available October 31st with Extasy Books!


I am a writer and educator, I have a bachelor’s degree from the University of Idaho. I have been writing since forever and reading even longer. I’m married with two beautiful daughters and reside in Coeur d’Alene, Idaho. I spend my days thinking of sexy stories and writing them. It’s a hard life…

As an author of romance and erotica my life is never boring. I am constantly thinking of stories and scenarios and researching anything I am not familiar with firsthand. I write what I love and I love every minute of being a writer.

Find out more about me with my links below. Blogs, free reads, and radio shows. Never a dull moment with Courtney Breazile. 


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Victoria Blisse joins me for another Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy trick-n-treat edition here on Simply Sexy Stories on October 20th!!

Wednesday, October 12, 2011

This Week's Hottie Is...

LL Cool J!!
He's got the looks, the voice and oodles of talent! LL Cool J has a knack for reinventing himself and keeping everything he does fresh and sexy! Mmm...LL's Around The Way Girl is one of my favorite old school Hip hop tracks! 
Don't you agree he's doin' it and doin' it and doin' it well? lol I couldn't resist!

Happy Hump Day!

Coming up on Simply Sexy Stories...Scarrry & Oh, So Sexy excerpts with special guest authors! 

First up: Courtney Breazile! Don't miss it tomorrow!

Monday, October 10, 2011

Simply Sexy Excerpts- Weekend At Wilderhope Manor by Lucy Felthouse

Blurb:

When Stephanie and Jenny go to a Murder Mystery Halloween weekend at Wilderhope Manor, they’re expecting fun and games. But following creaky floorboards, spooky noises and an alarming encounter in the Manor’s grounds, the girls begin to wonder if there’s more to Wilderhope Manor than meets the eye. As they find frequent comfort in one another’s arms – and their bed – will the girls discover what’s causing the bumps in the night, or will they run scared?

Caution! Scintillating Excerpt Below:
The car trundled up the long driveway, the crunching of gravel beneath tyres the only sound as Stephanie and her girlfriend, Jenny, peered out of the windows at their surroundings.

Even at dusk the tree-lined driveway was impressive with perfectly maintained parkland, spanning for acres on either side of it. As Stephanie steered the Fiesta around a bend in the track, they both gasped. Their destination, Wilderhope Manor, had come into view and it was stunning. The Tudor style property was huge, with no less than three frontages visible from where they were. Chimneys with intricately built patterns jutted into the darkening sky, with tangles of ivy climbing parts of the manor, giving the place an appearance that was both beautiful and foreboding.

Presently, the driveway opened out into a gravelled area, which as far as Stephanie could tell, doubled as a car park for the weekend. Stephanie manoeuvred into a spot between two vehicles and killed the engine. As she turned to Jenny, she jumped, startled. Her girlfriend had leaned in close, making a scary face with her hands mimicking claws.

“Are you ready to be scared out of your wits, young lady?” Jenny rasped, wiggling her eyebrows and fingers theatrically.

Stephanie shoved her playfully, laughing. “Come on, you silly cow. It’s a murder mystery weekend, not a monster hunt. There will be no ghosts, ghouls or vampires involved.”

Stephanie got out of the car and closed the door. She’d already popped open the boot and started unloading their bags before Jenny appeared alongside her, pouting petulantly.

“But it’s Halloween tomorrow,” Jenny insisted. “Anything could happen. The veil between the living and dead will be at its thinnest, and this place is meant to be swarming with ghosts.”

“If you say so, sweetheart,” she replied, rolling her eyes. She was used to Jenny’s crazy beliefs by now. “Grab your bags and let’s get inside. It’s cold. You got the tickets?”

Jenny nodded, brandishing her handbag in response. Jenny picked up her overnight bag as Stephanie slammed the boot lid before locking the car, then followed her toward the grand entrance to Wilderhope Manor.

* * *

A little while later, they were installed in their room. They’d each been handed a “Welcome Pack” by the staff member who had attended to them at Reception, which consisted of their itinerary and instructions for the weekend.

As they unpacked, she voiced one of the thoughts that had run through her head. “Have you ever noticed how places never bat an eye at two girls sharing a room, and yet, if it’s two guys, they automatically assume they’re gay?”

“They’ll soon change their tune when they see your outfit for tonight!” Jenny replied, grinning cheekily at her. “It screams ‘lesbian’ with every stitch!”

“Whatever do you mean, you saucy wench? Someone with girl parts dressing as a distinguished gentleman does not a lesbian make.”

“True, but I wonder what it’ll do to you? Perhaps it’ll work in reverse and turn you straight!”


Buy Links:

Summerhouse Publishing
All Romance Books
Bookstrand

Author Bio:

Lucy is a graduate of the University of Derby, where she studied Creative Writing. During her first year, she was dared to write an erotic story - so she did. It went down a storm and she's never looked back. Lucy has had stories published by Cleis Press, Noble Romance, Ravenous Romance, Summerhouse Publishing, Sweetmeats Press and Xcite Books. She is also the editor of Uniform Behaviour and Seducing the Myth


Find out more at http://www.lucyfelthouse.co.uk. You can also find her on Facebook and Twitter.
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