Archive for March, 2017

Friday First Liner – Dream Lover

Friday, March 31st, 2017

DL_AB MDLaciee Dupree shifted in the tangled mess of bedding.

 

Thursday Toss Up – Calendars

Thursday, March 30th, 2017

Perhaps another teeny obsession. I have about three of them. And then I made one up with the help of a wonderful friend. I’m still trying to figure out what exactly I want in a calendar and what I need.

So, do you have suggestions of yearly calendars with extra space in them for other things? Let me know.

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Wednesday Whisper ~ Talios

Wednesday, March 29th, 2017

I am of war and have no home that I call my own. Destruction was my closest bedfellow until I was given to a goddess to pay my penance. Now set free I am adrift with my nomadic ways. Home for me is just a place to rest until I move on to another. I know I do not deserve a place or anyone to call mine. Yet I cannot resist her.

 

Candace Jermaine is everything I long for but cannot dare to expect for my own. She is a woman whose heart is so big that it shines from her with a sultry innocence that I find intoxicating. A scientist who is so dedicated to her work that she shuts all else out. Including me. I question if this is but another test. Another form of penance for all the destructiveness I wrought… but I have found I do not care. She is in my blood. Candace is the other half of my soul. Something I never expected to find. Yet I wonder can I, a god who is newly free of the bonds of my past, find a future with a woman who shakes me to my very core. I need Candace more than I ever expected that I would. My need for her goes outside the bounds of her humanity. I want her to join me in forever and beyond.

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Candace looked back and her eyes widened.

 

The man rose from the lake like some mythical god. Water cascaded from his naked, sculptured body. He raised a strong-looking hand and ran blunt fingers through his shoulder-length, black hair. With confidence, he came out of the water. When he reached the shore, he didn’t break stride coming to her. A sudden feeling of being hunted came over her and she backed up, hitting a tree.

 

He stopped a little distance away from her. At five foot eleven, she didn’t usually feel short, but next to him she did. He was very tall—he had at least eight inches over her.

 

She studied him. His curly black hair framed an onyx-coloured face that was all planes and angles—broad forehead, high cheeks, full nose, firm chin and full lips. He was extremely handsome…but it was his presence that captivated her. There was a sense of strength yet gentleness about him.

 

She lowered her gaze. A golden chain hung at his neck, with an oblong pendant covered in symbols. Candace licked her lips at the sight of his broad chest and shoulders. The man made a slight rumbling sound. It snapped her out of her daze.

 

“Oh, sorry.” Candace turned around.

 

“It’s okay. You can look now.” His voice was husky and deep.

 

She faced him. She noted he now had a towel around his waist. Coal-black eyes assessed her. His scrutiny made her shift.

 

“Sorry, I’m trespassing. I’ll go.”

 

“That’s okay. Stay. Have some iced tea.” He gestured to a table on the other side of the tree that she hadn’t noticed before.

 

Candace took a step back. “I didn’t mean to interrupt. I’ve been coming by this place for a while. When I saw the house was fixed up I couldn’t resist coming to look,” she finished in a rush.

 

Way to go, Candace—making yourself sound nosy.

 

“You’re not interrupting. Sit and have some tea.” The gentleness in his voice stilled her steps.

 

He took her hand and led her to the table. The tabletop was made of various stone pieces, creating a mosaic. He seated her and poured some tea for them both, then sat next to her. He raised his glass and took a drink of the tea. Candace watched his throat move. He lowered the glass to the table, then ran a finger down its side. She shivered, imagining how it would feel against her body. Taking a breath, Candace tried to control her uncharacteristic reaction.

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Monday Query – What country would you like to live in?

Monday, March 27th, 2017

If money was no object, where would you like to live in the world?

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Sunday Sentiment – Funny

Sunday, March 26th, 2017

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Saturday Selection – Code of Silence by Marliss Melton

Saturday, March 25th, 2017

Back to romance this week. Marliss Melton is a favorite author of mine, so been excited to have time to read this novella, Code of Silence.

51u1aejrdxlOphelia Price is keeping big secrets from her Navy SEAL husband. If Vinny knew she was pregnant, he might hinder her efforts to expose the corrupt lieutenant governor of Pennsylvania, a man intent on keeping his criminal actions hidden and buried in the past. Sniffing out corruption is what Ophelia does best. Becoming a mother?—That’s a job she feels unfit to fill. But when her target catches wind of her intent and Ophelia becomes his prey, she realizes too late what she values most.
It’s not until his wife goes missing that Vinny discovers she’s kept him intentionally in the dark. He never would have imagined she’d betray his trust so deeply, jeopardizing everything he holds dear. Can he forgive her, or will Ophelia pay the ultimate price for deceiving her soul mate?

 

Oh yeah, I’m totally in for this ride.

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Friday First Liner – O’Shea’s Love

Friday, March 24th, 2017

O'Shea's Love The helicopter touched down on the ground, its shiny blue door opening as a tall man, bundled up against the elements, jumped out.

 

Guest Author ~ Angelica Dawson~ Prowlers & Growlers Boxset Contribution and an interview

Thursday, March 23rd, 2017

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by
Angelica Dawson
International Bestselling and Award Winning Author
@AngelicaDawson

As a transgender woman,
Jacqueline has never felt quite right in her body. Concocting a hormone supplement
to assist in her transition, she unwittingly unleashes her hidden half: the
curvy, beautiful, Heidi.
Heidi is perfectly
feminine, everything Jacqueline wished she could be, except for one
thing…she’s pure evil.

Jacqueline will have to
defeat her inner monster to have any chance at happiness.

“Fifteen.”
Tears burned streaks down her cheeks. David raised his hand, then dropped it on
her upturned ass. “Sixteen.”
“Enough?”
He slid his palm over her bright pink bottom, making it tingle in a way that
caused a twitch in her groin. Unlike most women, she sported a penis and it
grew against his lap, pinned slightly. That pain added to the wonderful warmth
spreading down her thighs.
“Yes.”
Her voice shook even though she spoke with confidence. Sniffling, she swallowed
the rest of the pain.
He
wound up and landed his hardest slap yet. She screeched but wasn’t entirely
surprised. “I decide when it is enough,” he reminded her. “Now, let’s see that
cock.”
He
pushed her up and she caught his shoulder for balance. He looked her over,
starting with her knobby knees, up over the penis that had grown and continued
to swell as he slid a hand down over her ass. He didn’t stop there, taking in
her lacy red bra and eventually her tear-streaked cheeks.
David
sat with his knees splayed, the stable base that had supported her a moment
ago. His pants were soft and loose, tenting. How had she missed that before? He
wore no shirt and she put a hand on one of his pecs. Her stroke was an echo of
his on her ass.
She
knew her makeup had run and wiped a hand across her cheek, no longer looking as
feminine as before. “Sorry.”
Despite
how quietly she had apologized, David’s palm went from caressing to smacking.
She knew what he required, what she’d forgotten.
“I am
a woman,” she intoned, reciting as she had every morning since she’d taken up
with David and every time she apologized for her appearance in front of him. “I
am beautiful, and my body is a temple. With it I will worship you and thank you
for your adoration and admiration.”
“Damn
right.” He pulled her between his thighs and sank his fingers into her long
hair, using it to pull her down for a kiss. “Now get a tissue and clean
yourself up.”
“Thank
you.” She pressed her lips to his, but as soon as she had, she noticed her nose
running and hurried to the en suite bathroom. Using astringent, depilatory
cream and moisturizer, she conducted her nightly ablutions. Returning to David,
she doubled her arms behind her for the clasp of her bra.
She
stopped, seeing him stroking his erection. His pants were a puddle on the floor
next to the chair, upon which she had laid her own. Her breath came faster and
she bit her lip, wondering how he would want her.
“Come
here.” He crooked a finger. “Something simple tonight? I know you’re in the lab
first thing tomorrow.”
She
nodded, but considered asking for the opposite. For something long, intense,
and climactic.
David’s
mouth twitched, rising on one side into a lop-sided smirk. “Turn, bend, and
grab your ankles,” he commanded.
Jacqueline
shivered. That was not the prelude to something simple. How did he read her
mind like that? No matter. “Yes, sir.” She obeyed, presenting her posterior. It
was still warm from his spanking.
“Can
you see your cock?” he asked, moving from the bed. She could follow his voice
but couldn’t see what he did.
“Yes.”
Of course she could, she was bent right in front of it.
“Kiss
it.”
Her
whole body seemed on edge. This was not an easy request and try as she might,
it remained out of reach.
“Close
enough. Stay there.” Jaqueline didn’t pull her head back, but she gasped as his
lubed fingers prepared her tight ass to be followed by his cock. The probing
and twisting made her insides turn to water, melting away.
“Fuck,
David, I’m going to fall over.”
“No,
you’re not.” He had a firm hold of her hips, and despite her over 160 pounds,
he lifted her almost off the floor. She wasn’t falling as long as he held her.
Trusting
him, feeling safe, she tried to press back onto his cock. He didn’t let go, but
nudged her head with his wrist. “I want you to cover yourself in cum.”
She
shook her head, disbelieving. The blood rushing to her head made her see stars
in the corners of her vision. He felt so good fucking her that she was willing
to try anything. “I’m getting dizzy.”
“Keep
your head there.” He thrust faster, his thighs slapping into her ass, making it
sting. She squirmed, which only made it better for both of them. Her cock, bent
at an odd angle, throbbed, and when David started to erupt inside her, she knew
her own release wouldn’t be denied.
“David!”
Ejaculate shot in pulses onto her chest and throat, dripping down to her
upturned face. The twisted position added to the tension in her muscles from
the climax resulted in a nasty kink in her chest. “Ow.”
“Upsie-Daisy.”
David pulled her upright against him, holding her with one arm across her chest
and the other her hips. He fondled her small breast while he tucked his nose in
under her ear. “Steady?” he asked, kissing her neck.
“Mm,”
she hummed, relaxing in his embrace.
“Lie
down. I’ll clean you up.” He disappeared into the bathroom and she barely
managed to open her eyes when he returned. He ran the warm cloth over her face
and dabbed at her hair. She would wash it in the shower in the morning. Then he
wiped her ass where his come was leaking onto the sheets. Finally, after
tossing the cloth away, he slipped under the sheets beside her, spooning up.
“I
love you,” Jacqueline whispered.

“And I
love you.”


Hi there! Great to meet you. Don’t mind the flowers. It’s
nice to have my namesake around.
How long have you been a writer and how did you come to
writing?
I’ve been a published author for eight years. I loved
writing fiction in school and took my first stab at a novel when I graduated. I
fell away from it for a while, but fell back in just over 10 years ago, writing
fanfiction. Since then I’ve published many titles.

How did you come up with this storyline?
I have an author friend, Julez Morbius, that often uses
transsexuals as main characters. His writing challenged me, and after mulling
over Trans ideas, Jekyll and Hyde came to mind. Thus we have Jacqueline and
Heidi.
What are the best and the worst aspects of writing?
The singular nature of it fits both those bills. It makes it
great, because I do it whenever I want, wherever I want and it doesn’t mess
with anyone’s schedule but mine. It’s also hurdle when I don’t believe in
myself or I hit a road block because I don’t have someone working with me to
offer up a suggestion. I have a circle of support, and I do call on them, but
it’s not the same as having someone across from you, working on the same thing
at the same time, together.
What inspires you to write?
Lately, inspiration has been hard to find. Nature is one of
my muses, and although it’s a dreary drab spring here in Edmonton, fresh buds
on the trees remind me that everything is just about to come into bloom again.
What are 3 of your favorite quotes from Changes?
She would have another chance, another time. She just needed
to be patient… She had never been patient.
***
“Let me know if you need anything. I can find another
construction guy and punch his lights out.”
***
“Ah, you’re planning on parading that fucktastic body, are
you?”
What would your friends say is your best quality?
I’ve been told it’s my tolerance. It comes easy to me, so I
don’t think about it, but when I see a parent with a shrieking child, or a kid
that seems to be always in trouble, I don’t think judgmental things about
their personality or character, I start with the assumption that there are
circumstances in their lives that I don’t know or understand. Instead of
looking down on them, or offering platitudes, I try to offer REAL help, by
giving that mom or dad a minute or two to themselves, by keeping an eye on that
kid on the playground and making sure that any complaints against him are
justified. And although I am tolerant and accepting of transgender individuals, I also know that my head defaults gender in a way I hate. It leads
to me using incorrect pronouns instinctively and feeling terrible about it
after. Although it might be my best feature, it isn’t always a good as I would
like.
Are reader reviews important to you? Why?
Yes and no. Mostly no. I have very low self-esteem so a
flattering review can really bolster me. However, it is the bad reviews that
haunt me and make me second guess everything I write, long after I’ve forgotten
the good one. As a result, I try not to look at my reviews. It’s difficult.
What do you do when you don’t write? Like in “Real Life”
I’m an environmental consultant and a lunch supervisor at my
daughter’s school. In the winter, when we aren’t as busy it’s easy to squeeze
in an hour for lunch, but over late spring and summer, I’m often out of town.
It’s a nice change from season to season.
Tell us about your other books?
My primary series is Blue Moon House about BDSM vampires.
Changes takes place at a BDSM dungeon called Riz Kay, which is also a setting
for Switching Up. You get a glimpse of David and Jacqueline in that story.
Thank you so much for taking the time to get to know me.
It’s been lovely to share some of my hopes and fears with you.


Angelica Dawson, best selling Naughty Nights Press author, has been writing for several years and having sex a lot longer than that. Angelica is a wife, mother and environmental consultant. Her love of plants and the outdoors is not diminished by the bloodsucking hoards — mosquitoes and black flies, not vampires.




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Thursday Toss Up – Candles

Thursday, March 23rd, 2017

Another obsession I have. Can’t lie. I love the different smells. Right now in my office I have eucalyputs mint, smoked vanilla, juiperberry & pine, and iced vanilla woods to fit all my moods.

Do you have a favorite scented candle? #luvcandles

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Wednesday Whisper ~ Landing in Love

Wednesday, March 22nd, 2017

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Major Erich Stark swore under his breath as a woman shot out from the back of Atlantis and damn near ran over him. As it was, she hit him dead on and he grabbed her arm to not only steady her but also keep her from falling to the ground.

“Easy there,” he drawled.

Her head jerked up and he found himself gazing into a pair of dark brown eyes framed by thick black lashes. Smooth mocha skin covered her lithe body. A heart shaped face with a flatter, cute button nose. Full, tempting lips were parted in shock and surprise.

Con permiso,” she mumbled in a raspy alto voice and stepped out of his hold.

Erich’s gaze skimmed her and he couldn’t stop the flare of desire. She wore a pair of white cotton pants, which sat low on her hips and a gold cutoff shirt that exposed flat, defined abdominals and the shapely tuck of her waist. Damn! She’s in awesome shape. Still, none of it took away from her femininity. “No problem,” he said, not minding at all how she felt in his arms. “You new here? I don’t ever remember seeing you dance here before.”

Her arched brows snapped together and her chin lifted in haughty arrogance. “Excuse me?” she barked in English.

He pointed to the building she’d just vacated. “The Atlantis. You just came from the back, like employees do. So I’ll ask again, are you new here?”

Erich fought the urge to shuffle his feet as her gaze seared him. No woman since his mother had ever wielded the power to make him squirm. Until now. She raked her gaze from the top of his head down to his boots and back up again.

“And I suppose you know all of the ladies that work there, don’t you?” she asked in a sharp tone.

Her condescension raised his hackles. “You have a problem with men going to these places and yet you’re coming out of one? How else do you earn money if you don’t have patrons?”

“I’m surprised you would recognize my face at all. I’m sure that’s not what you’re used to paying attention to.”

She’s mighty snippy. Not that it mattered to Erich. He liked his women with fire. The desire to needle her a bit more roared over him with the force of a gale . Dropping his gaze he stared at her open toed sandals and smiled at the metallic green polish on her toes. A gold chain with small bells circled her left ankle. And around her right one was a tattoo he longed to get a closer look at.

“Tonight your first night?” he queried. I’m coming back to see you dance, whoever you are.

“You know, not everyone who leaves an establishment like this…a gentleman’s club…works in one. Some women are capable of and actually enjoy making a living without gyrating around a pole, and having men leer at them.”

She pushed by him and Erich turned and watched her walk to a waiting convertible and jump in over the door. A low growl left him when he saw the handsome younger man at the wheel kiss her cheek then drive them both away.

“Hey Erich,” the sound of a voice pulled his head back around. It belonged to Donovan “Livewire” Leegen, friend and pilot.

“Donovan, what’s up?” he asked his friend.

“You know Bliss?” his friend questioned, peering past him in the direction the car had left.

“Bliss?” Erich’s body hardened as the vixen’s image popped back into his mind. Bliss. That is a damn good name for her. What’s Donovan doing here?

“Yes, Bliss. The dancer.” Donovan frowned at him. “Dude, you were just talking to her. Hot as all get-out. A body made for—”

Narrowing his eyes at his friend, Erich ground out in a tone laced with death, “If you value your life, Captain Leegen, you’ll refrain from completing that sentence.”

His fists were clenched at his sides and he longed to smash one into Donovan’s face. Hell, why not both? It didn’t make sense, but he wanted nothing more than to stop the phrase coming from the other man’s mouth. Preferably with a violent manner. Bliss, if that was her name, was his.

Donovan arched a blond brow at him and crossed his arms. “What does it matter to you what I say about her?”

“She. Is. Mine.”

“Since when?”

The second she walked into my arms. Setting his jaw, Erich lifted a brow of his own and stared at Donovan. He wasn’t backing down from this. Granted he hadn’t known her for a longer than about two minutes, and that hadn’t even included a formal introduction. But it didn’t matter.

“Don’t fuck with me on this, Leegen,” he bit off.

Green eyes narrowed. “Jesus, Daredevil, you’re serious.”

“Deadly.” Erich didn’t even flinch at the use of his call name.