Small World

Let me start off by saying I’m not happy with the new blogger. Maybe it will take some time to get used to or maybe I go back to Wordpress. We’ll see.

Now that I got that off my chest I’ve been thinking a lot about how it’s a small world. When I moved to RI some eight years ago I joined a writer’s group. After I went home I received an email from Blanche Marriott asking if I owned a magazine called Romancing the Skyze at one time. If fact I did. I was proud of my baby and enjoyed publishing works of authors such as Blanche and Cathy McDavid. Now Blanche is a wonderful friend.

http://www.amazon.com/Born-to-Bitch-ebook/dp/B006K7Y1H0/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334928507&sr=1-3

Illness forced me to fold shop, but I haven’t lost the desire to do something along the same lines. Maybe something bigger – like a publishing house some day? It’s not out of the question.

 Staying with the small world theme I received a phone call from a good friend back in NY. She wanted to recommend a book to me. She’d met the author and thought I’d be interested. The book was a true account of paranormal. I believe in ghosts, having had many experiences in my life.

Anyway, she starts telling me about the book and how it took place in Watervliet. I grew up in the same city. So she’s giving me more details and says do you know where the Rite Aid is just over the 19^th street Bridge? I say yup…she said well the book takes place right there. There used to be a bunch of houses before the tore them down and built the Rite Aid.

Of course I know this because I grew up right there. Literally. So I had to order the book called 207 and I got my mom a copy too. The woman who wrote it seems to believe a church down the road plays a part in the events that played out in her home. I must say I know the church and even though when we moved to our house back 26+ years ago, it was closed down at the time. It always gave me the creeps. Always.

Here’s the thing…our old house is haunted. My dad still lives there and his significant other has encounters all the time. Our ghost wasn’t harmful like the author of 207 experiences. Ours is more playful. It would turn on the water, open and close doors and hide things. Most of the time it was geared toward my mom. The ghost liked to wake me in the middle of the night.

http://www.amazon.com/207-Personal-Paranormal-Phenomenon-Possession/dp/146355043X/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334928608&sr=1-1

I’m looking forward to finishing this book and then I’ll email the author because I just feel the need to knowing we lived a stone throw away. :o) so there you have it. My small world updates for today! LOL

Welcome Rawiya

Naughty Nights Press is excited to present a new book by the very talented and multi faceted Sharita Lira, writing as Rawiya.

LIVING IN THE NOW

Is a spicy and sexy interracial mmf ménage, which will have you panting with desire while your body quakes with anticipation.

This book has everything that you would expect from an erotic romance, and more!

Synopsis

A story about three people searching for love in the most unconventional way. Bryan Finley and his partner Damien Earley would like a third in their relationship. While Damien is on a business trip, Bryan meets Mara Devine, a sultry sexy vixen who's insatiable and wants the same. Damien has other thoughts in mind but Mara does everything in her power to turn the tables in her favor.

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Living in the Now by Rawiya

Excerpt

Bryan finished swallowing and peered into Mara’s deep brown orbs. He sat his glass on the nightstand and took her hands into his own. “Mara, I want you to be a permanent part of my life with Damien. I want both of you. Is that something you’d be open to?”

Without hesitation she replied, “Yes. I told you it’s what I’ve thought about.”

He breathed a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you are, Mara. I know you mentioned it but I still worried…”

“Not sure why, babe. I want this.”

Bryan brought her into him and hugged her tightly. “I know he’ll like you, Mara. You’re exactly what I’ve been looking for and I’m sure he’ll feel the same.”

Mara returned the kiss. “I hope so. You really are unique.”

Bryan’s mouth felt like the Sahara. He couldn’t have been happier about her response. While he finished his water, “You really are somethin’, you know? I can’t believe how easy you are to talk to.”

Mara handed him the bottle. “Hon, I try not to worry about things. Life’s too short to do that. I’m just glad you’ve been honest with me.”

“I had to, babe. I really care for you, Mara. Even though we just met, I just feel like you’re the one I want to be with Damien and me. You’re everything I’ve hoped for.” Bryan put the wine down before holding up his glass to hers.

“You’re exactly what I’ve wished for too.”        

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It’s Raining Men

Welcome Elizabeth Black!

Lust's First Kiss

The first kiss in a love affair is full of fireworks. I remember the first time I kissed each of my lovers. Each one was special and memorable in its own right. The first time Catherine kissed her lover Ryan is based on a similar first kiss I had with one of my own lovers when I was in college. That kiss in the rain is very romantic. Like Catherine, I also said “I love the feel of rain on my face...” Raindrops fell on my face as I stood with my eyes closed, not knowing he was approaching me to do much more than give me a peck on the cheek. My head swam when his lips crushed mine. It came totally without warning. I almost lost my balance as he held me in his arms. He took me completely by surprise since he'd been wrestling kissing me for several days at that point. That kiss was the symbol that we had crossed the line and there was no returning to mere friendship status. We were officially lovers at that point.

Each kiss struck me that way. It was a watershed moment. I can tell a lot about a man from his kiss. If he slobbers all over me and tries to eat me alive I'm completely turned off. If he pecks at me like a chicken I'm equally turned off. If a man wants to drive me mad, kiss my lips and work your way down my throat. I'll be putty in your arms in no time.

How about you? What memorable kisses have you experienced?

BLURB:

DON'T CALL ME BABY is a fast-paced, quick-witted, sexy, novel about a young woman exploring her sexuality and the cultural moors she collides with on a daily basis.

It's 1983 in Maryland and Catherine Stone is sex on wheels. She plays the field the way men have done for ions. Not content to strive for her MRS degree like so many young women her age, she seduces men of all stripes, married college professors, theatre students, virgins, complete strangers who intrigue her. She has already cost one man his job.

She asks herself lots of questions on her search to enjoy her sexuality. Why don't other women enjoy their sex as much as she does? Why do so many women and men look down on sexually free women, calling them sluts while sexually free men are called studs and Lotharios? She bucks at the double standards. Catherine has made no commitment to any man. She's free to explore and she gladly does so. No man can tie her down and no woman's judgment will stop her from playing the field to her heart's content.

Does she meet her match in a new man who introduces her to sexual bliss she had never before experienced? When she tries multiple partners and bondage for the first time as a submissive, she believes she's found the sexual bliss she is looking for, and with a man who not only introduces her to the fineries in life but also cares about her like no man ever has before.

EXCERPT:

Raindrops fell on Catherine's arms, and she knew it was time to depart. Ryan brushed his hand against his face as rain dripped on his brow. “We should get going before we get drenched.”

Catherine raced to his car with him following several yards behind. She leaned against the passenger door, turning her face up to catch the few scattered raindrops. Any second now and the sky would open with a deluge. Ryan stood a few feet away from her, giving her a quizzical look she couldn't quite read. Was he deciding what to do with her, since she was such a tempting tease who made it clear she wanted him? She closed her eyes and enjoyed the feel of the cool rain and the electric smell of a growing storm.

“I love the feel of rain on my face…” She did not get to finish her thought because Ryan took her up in his arms, kissing her so hard he bruised her lips. She felt a week's worth of pent-up passion in his embrace, and she wrapped her arms around his broad back, enjoying a kiss so intense it left her breathless. His tongue slid into her mouth, seeking every inch of her. She melted into his embrace, kissing him hungrily as she massaged the tense muscles in his shoulders. His erection poked at her leg as he pressed his groin into her. He wants me so much he can barely contain himself!

Hot New Release from Marie Rose Dufour!

My friend Marie Rose had her third release on Friday the 13th and though most call it unlucky day it was lucky for her. This cowboy book is heating up the e-readers. I'm currently reading the book and must say I have a new fascination with cowboys. :)
Check out the blurb and hot cover below!

http://store.secretcravingspublishing.com/index.php?main_page=book_info&cPath=4&products_id=300&zenid=5cf7cdd5c2901422907b84f2757b0e4f

Tasha Lane never realized how boring her life had become until one phone call in the middle of the night totally changed it. Can this forty-two year old accountant put aside a nine-year age gap and perpetual “foot in mouth” disorder to find love and happiness with an ex-rodeo star turned rancher?


Three years ago, Devin Grant traded the rodeo circuit for a cattle ranch. If someone told him, he would fall in love with a woman he’d never physically met, he’d think they were kicked too many times in the head by a bull. When her brother is thrown from his horse, it was finally time to meet the sexy woman of his dreams and convince her, he was worth taking a chance on.

Can he convince her before she goes back to her boring life? Will she be able to overcome their age difference and her own insecurities?

It's Friday the 13th. I know most get freaked out and fear the worst. Not me. I find it lucky. Call me crazy, but I do. I guess it's what you make it.

In other news today is a great day for other reasons! Today my friend Julia R Barrett was born. It's a day to celebrate.

Julia!

I have to recommend her books - especially Incorporeal and In the Flesh

 http://www.amazon.com/Incorporeal-ebook/dp/B005CWJK8E/ref=sr_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334275588&sr=1-3

http://www.amazon.com/In-the-Flesh-ebook/dp/B007AYPWPW/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334275705&sr=1-2

Heat Waves - Available Now!

http://www.amazon.com/Heat-Waves-ebook/dp/B007SZ5EX8/ref=sr_1_19?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1334228085&sr=1-19

Blurb:


Ever wonder about the face behind the voice of a radio DJ?

Nina Walters has. She can’t get enough of disc jockey Ty’s sexy baritone. He has her masturbating to his voice daily. When he challenges his listeners to a contest Nina wants the upper hand. Lucky for her Cindy, her best friend works at the radio station.

Ty is offering a dream date, with him, to one lucky winner. He’s almost positive no one will guess the answer correctly. So, when Nina does he’s floored. Being a man of his word, he goes through with the date.

Sparks fly, but secrets linger. Will their heat for one another be enough to ride the waves of deception?

Excerpt:

“So are you tired?” she asked, lifting his shirt and running her fingers up his stomach.

Was he tired? How could he possibly be tired with such a sexy woman stirring his manhood awake?

“Depends. What did you have in mind?” he teased.

“A little of this.” She reached up and kissed his neck, while her hand worked the button of his jeans. “And a little of this.” She nibbled on his earlobe, rendering him useless.

He grabbed her and tossed her down on the seat. “I’m not tired in the least,” he said, tugging at her shirt. “I want to devour you.”

She squirmed under his touch. “I’m feeling a little sleepy.” She faked a yawn.

Ty loved a challenge. “You can go to sleep, but first let me show you what you’ll be missing.”

He brought his lips down on her breast. He felt the bud hardening under the heat of his breath. His fingers roamed her soft skin, searching for the other breast. When he reached his destination he tweaked the nipple between his fingers. She closed her eyes.

“Very sleepy.”

She was going to play that way, was she? He’d show her tired. Lifting her shirt over her head, she didn’t resist him, but she didn’t assist him either. Laying like dead weight she continued with her pretend sleep. But Ty knew it was only a matter of time before she stopped faking and joined in on the fun.

With her shirt off and her bra opened, he worked on shrugging her out of her jeans. It wasn’t easy, but he managed. Now she lay fully exposed – an open invitation to do whatever he pleased to her.

He placed gentle kisses on her flat stomach. Tiny hairs stood on edge, her skin prickled under his touch. She was becoming aroused. He could smell it in the air. He admired her perfectly trimmed pussy as he made his way to prove his point. As he drew closer to her pussy her arousal became more pronounced.

Sleeping, my ass. Let’s see you sleep through this.

Monday Again and Winner Announcement!

What a weekend. I had the opportunity to have lunch with two terrific writers. Marie Rose Dufour and Eden Elgabri. It’s always nice to see other writers and friends. Because first and foremost we’re friends.


Yesterday was nice getting together with family. Today I’m exhausted. :o) I’m going to keep this short.

Here are the winners from the 3 Day Blog Hop, picked from Random.org.

Day 1 – caity_mack at yahoo dot com won an e-copy of Splashing Good Time

Day 2 – seriousreader at live dot com won an e-copy of Body Shots

Day 3 – trb0917 at gmail.com won an e-copy of Hit Me

I’ll be emailing you your books shortly. Thanks to everyone who stopped by and participated.



Happy Monday!