Heaven vs. Hell. Dark vs. Light. Good vs. Evil

Heaven vs. Hell. Dark vs. Light. Good vs. Evil — Why do we enjoy this type of story so much?

The good versus evil fight has fascinated mankind from our earliest days and has infused some of the best fictional books ever written. Book series such as Harry Potter, Lord of the Rings, and Hunger Games, have transformed and kept the discussion alive through great stories that we can relate to and embrace.

So why are we so fascinated with the concept? I think it’s because reading a story where fictional characters manage to outsmart and overcome evil gives us power. It infuses us with the belief that it is possible to rise up against something terrible and not only survive but even thrive. It provides us with a sense of hope in a world that sometimes sucks hope right out of us.

When the good vs. evil story includes critters from our oldest history—such as biblical creatures like devils, demons, and angels—the battle is even more fun, because we consider these creatures to have the ultimate power for good or evil, which makes their flight across the pages of our fiction even more fascinating.

I write a lot of stories founded on the concept of good versus evil. Like many people, I suspect, I’m fascinated with the notion of evil. Is there true evil in the world? Or is evil really just a series of layers, ranging from charcoal gray to a lighter gray? I personally believe evil does exist. Which is why I enjoy creating stories where good tromps evil…at least for a while! #:0)

In my Dancin’ With the Devil series, I created a warrior race that walks the line between good and evil and, though my heroine, Astra Q Phelps, works mainly with the angelic realm to defeat evil, she also has at least one foot in the world of devils, specifically the rulers of the dark world, the Royal Devils. This dichotomy makes Astra’s story interesting and creates a built-in tension that makes the stories come alive for the reader. Since I began the series, which has grown to include 5 books with another on the way, I’ve written a lot of books about different paranormal creatures but I haven’t returned to the roots of this concept until now.

 

In my newest series, Holidays are Hell (The first book, Devil Under the Mistletoe, releases this week!) I revisit the concept of devils and angels. However, the world is based on creatures whose foundations lie much farther south than Astra’s (that’s a nice way of saying Hell, LOL). The Perdition Guides in this fun series have been conscripted to carry the newly dead to Hell. But their jobs include much more than just escorting souls. They must also figure out where their “clients” belong in Hell. Therein lies the rub…and the stroke…and the thrust. #:0) In the course of this discovery, the guides must spend time with their clients. Sometimes that enforced familiarity breeds more than just understanding. Sometimes it generates trouble. In Devil Under the Mistletoe, Damian Noire and Amanda Wright discover that it leads to lust…and indecision…and much, much more. I hope you’ll check it out!

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Damian Noire is a Perdition Guide. He escorts people whose souls are stained to their rightful spots in Hell. Business always seems to pick up around the Holidays and this Christmas is no exception. Damian’s assignment is to bring a beautiful young woman to Hell to stand before the judgment assembly, and then take her to her assigned circle of Hell. It sounds simple. But it’s about to become the hardest assignment he’s ever performed.

Amanda Wright might have been unjustly judged. She might not belong in Hell at all. Problem is, Damian really kind of likes her. He especially likes enjoying her lush, willing body under the mistletoe. If he gets her the judgment she truly deserves, he’s probably going to lose her forever. But if he doesn’t help her, an innocent may spend eternity in Hell. It appears to be a lose/lose situation on all fronts. Proving once again that holidays truly are hell!

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Sam writes romantic suspense and fantasy/paranormal/sci-fi at a variety of heat levels. She likes to mix a little fun, a little magic, and a little real-life spice to create her fictional characters. Her fun-loving creations fight their way through a dizzying array of dangerous challenges without letting little things like dangerous bad guys, angry, manipulative gods, evil dark world denizens, or killing Furies dampen their zest for life and hot love!

In Sam’s real life, she lives on a hobby farm in Indiana with 11 dogs, 2 horses, and one husband. Not necessarily in that order. No, that isn’t a typo, she has 11 dogs. Sam is a self-confessed dog-aholic!

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An Early Christmas Present

I'm so excited!
I got an early Christmas Present, the cover of A Dirty Dozen Christmas. Do you think it is sufficiently naughty? I sure do. What a yummy...biker.

It officially goes on sale December 21st, but I'm sure it will be available for pre-order soon. I'll let you know as soon as I know.

Here's a peek of what you can expect. Enjoy!

 

A Dirty Dozen Christmas

“I don’t want Tina going anywhere alone while all of this is going on.” Zack leaned back against the cabinets.

“Hey! I’m standing right here. I do have a say in these things.” Tina crossed her arms and glared at the two men.

“Not where your safety is concerned. We’ve talked about this before, Tina.”

“I’m not in any danger. These women are all talk and bluster. The worst thing that might happen is that they call us names. They’re too good to engage in anything like fighting or hair pulling.”

“Doesn’t matter. I’m not going to leave you unprotected. Live with it.” Zack pushed off from the cabinets and disappeared into the other room.

“Let him cool off, babe. It’ll all be okay.” Cole wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck.

“You’re trying to distract me with sex, aren’t you.”

“Is it working?”

“Maybe.” Tina couldn’t help but smile.

Cole backed her up against the bar and nibbled on her lips before slipping his tongue inside her mouth. He licked every inch inside before sucking on her tongue. His hands weren’t still while he kissed her. They slipped beneath her sweater and massaged her back before one slipped between her waistband and skin to squeeze her ass cheek.

Tina moaned into his mouth as he rubbed his thick erection against her belly. There was no doubting what he had in mind. If only she could get Zack on board as well. She pushed back against Cole’s hard cock and wrapped her arms around his neck. He deepened the kiss, nipping at her lower lip before thrusting his tongue in and out of her mouth. She didn’t doubt for a second that she would have swollen lips when he finished with her.

“More,” she managed to get out around nips.

“I’ll give you more. Let’s take this to the bedroom.”

Cole growled then picked her up and carried her over his shoulder with one hand on her ass. As they passed through the den, Zack stood up from where he’d been sitting, flipping through channels on the TV. She caught a quick glance of his face as the anger slid into need, and he followed them to the bedroom.

As soon as they entered the room, she heard the door slam behind them and Cole dropped her on the bed. Tina bounced once and immediately crawled to the other side. She slid off the bed and grinned at the two men.

“Strip, Tina.” Zack’s deep voice sent shivers down her spine.

“What if I want you to strip first?”

“Do it, babe. Now.” Cole walked around the end of the bed toward her.

Tina backed away until she felt Zack’s hard body behind her. When had he crawled over the bed, and why hadn’t she noticed? He gripped her waist and leaned down to whisper in her ear. His hot breath sent tingles along her skin.

“You’re playing with fire.”

Cole reached her and slid his hands under her shirt before pulling it upward. He bent down and nibbled her other earlobe before jerking her shirt over her head. Tossing it to the floor, he reached for the front closure of her bra even as Zack’s hands reached lower to the button at her waistband. They quickly divulged her of the rest of her clothes before lowering her to the bed.

“Don’t move, Tina.” Cole’s raspy voice made her smile. He was hot and hard for her. Just the way she liked him.

One glance at Zack proved he was in no better shape. He jerked his shirt over his head with one hand and unfastened his jeans with the other without dropping his gaze from her. Nothing turned her on more than for her men to lose control with their need for her. She reclined on her elbows and slowly spread her legs wide so that they could see her wet pussy. She dipped one hand down her belly, pausing to flick her belly ring before drifting lower to slide one finger between her southern lips. 

Give Me a Girl with Guts!

If there’s one thing that annoys me about erotic fiction or fiction in general, it’s a heroine that just stands there and lets things happen to her. Come on, give me a girl with guts! I’d rather scream, “Don’t go in there!” at my heroine than roll my eyes as she stands around biting her nails.

 

 

In my erotic ménage Nobody Rides for Free, Sinn is a faery girl with guts. She doesn’t mind walking out on her moshini, or soulmate, to make a point. She’s not scared to walk alone on a desert highway in the middle of the night. And she’s definitely unafraid of the three bikers who come along thinking they’ve hit the jackpot with some easy action.

In fact, she’s rather eager for the prospect…

~ADULT EXCERPT~

“Can you take me all the way?"

The three laughed hard. "Oh, baby," Stubble finally got out, "that's the whole idea!"

"No," she laughed, trying to sound nervous again when she only felt impatient. "I mean, can you take me all the way to where I need to go? San Diego?" Leaning forward, she provided the trio with a generous view of her cleavage.

"We're on our way there --" Cowboy started excitedly, but Green Eyes shushed him and said, "We'll see. It depends on how good you are."

Oh, yes. She would enjoy gutting him later. She could see now that he had preyed on women before with the same tactics. But first, she would have her own fun.

"Well, how about we get started, then?" She strode off to the sand on the side of the road. "Will you gentlemen put your coats down for me?"

For some tough guys, the trio did not waste time setting up a makeshift love nest for her. After he realized what she had made him do, Green Eyes said, "That's the only request you get to make, sweetheart. We make the rest of the demands tonight."

Sinn had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. As if the three of them together could even overpower her. "Yes, yes, of course," she said, fighting a smirk.

Stubble grabbed her roughly, kissing her. His breath tasted of beer and cigarettes -- unpleasant but bearable. "Take off the dress," he demanded.

She did as he requested, carefully draping her shift on the motorcycle. The gasps that followed made her smirk for real this time. She just couldn't help it.

They had likely never seen the sheer, thin Faery underwear she wore, nor the tiny bra that left little to the imagination. But she knew her curvy hips, her swollen, large breasts, and the deep Faery swirls etched in her skin mesmerized them.

She could feel the cool night air against her barely-clothed crotch, its lightness across her large nipples, and knew they were salivating as they stared at her. Who would not be mesmerized? She was beginning to get high on her own lust again.

"Looks like you want this," said Green Eyes. "All of it off. Now."

She shimmied out of the rest of her clothes, running her long-nailed fingers across her breasts, down her stomach, over her hairless pussy lips as she posed for them, no longer patient enough for the simpering, desperate hitchhiker act.

"Yeah, that's it, baby," drawled Cowboy. "Come 'ere."

She sauntered to the three of them as they surrounded her, and suddenly a mess of hands were on her hair, her tits, her ass -- everywhere -- just groping and slipping and pinching. At first she started to protest -- it wouldn't be worth keeping them alive if they were just going to assault her, after all -- but the sensations were pleasurable against her thick Faery skin. She moaned, allowing them to circle her clit with their dirty fingers, to squeeze her breasts with their rough hands.

Sara Jay is a freelance writer as well as an author for Changeling Press. Her book Nobody Rides for Free is available now. You can connect with Sara at her website, Facebook, and Twitter.

It’s a Tough Job But Someone’s Got to Do It!

Adult scene from untitled book ~

Drake grabbed Cassie and tugged her to him. “You’re mine, damn it. Whether you like it or not.”

Cassie’s breath caught in her throat. Her gaze lifted to his fangs peeking out from between his lips. She wanted Drake Dalton. Hell, she’d wanted him more than any man she’d ever known. He’d captured her heart, her mind, and her body within a matter of minutes. He was the man she’d dreamed of since she’d hit puberty.

But there was a problem. Drake wasn’t just a man. At least not since the day he’d changed.

“I told you. I can’t. Not knowing what you are.”

Yet she didn’t try to squirm away. How could she when every part of her wanted him? He gazed at the swell of her breasts above the scoop neckline of her tight, red dress. Her pulse sent out a rapid drumbeat to echo the throbbing of her pussy. Lust-filled words repeated in her mind.

Take me. Take me.

As though he’d heard her thoughts, he shifted, bringing out more of his fangs. His eyes blazed amber as the wolf within him fought to gain control. His hold on her tightened, his fingers digging into her skin.

She tilted her head to the side and uttered the words she could no longer keep unspoken. “Take me.”

End of Scene ~

Oh, my word. Wouldn’t it be nice if we could take the books we read and make them our reality? If you had the power to bring your favorite alpha paranormal hero alive, would you take it? I know I would.

And that’s what I do every day. I give incredible, sexy men life. I think about them, gloriously strong, commanding men, and make them as much of a reality as I can. I create the type of man you never see at the grocery store. The kind of man that only exists in the movies.

Yeah. It’s a tough job, but someone’s got to do it.

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SHAY’S SHIFTERS (Mountain Men of Montana, 1)

AVAILABLE: Friday, November 16th

This title is offered at a 15% discount. Offer ends midnight CST, November 23rd.

[Siren Ménage Everlasting: Erotic Paranormal Ménage a Quatre Capture Romance, M/F/M/M, werewolves, voyeurism, HEA]

Free-spirited, voluptuous Shay Mathews isn’t afraid to strut her stuff and live life on the edge. But when she crashes her car then wakes up slung over the back of a hot, naked man, she thinks she’s either hallucinating or dead.

Werewolves Rosh and Renkon McClain and Walker Ramirez fall for the feisty Shay and want her to stay with them in a mystical world for supernatural beings, but she’s set her mind on getting back to the real world outside the secluded paradise of The Hidden. Not heeding her lovers’ warnings, Shay is abducted by the leader of the wretched creatures called The Cursed to become his mate.

Can they find her before she’s changed by The Cursed? If they’re too late, will they be forced to kill her, thus saving her from a life of misery?

Enjoy an excerpt from SHAY’S SHIFTERS (Mountain Men of Montana, book 1) ~

Setup for Excerpt ~

Veering away from something in the middle of a snow-covered mountain road, Shay Mathews runs her car into a tree. She’s shaken, especially when a strange, oh-so-hot naked man throws her over his shoulder and carries her deep into the woods.

Excerpt Begins ~

“I hit you?” She frowned, trying to remember. She’d run off the road to swerve away from something in the road, but there was no way this hunk of a male specimen was that scrawny thing.

“Yeah, you did.”

She shook her head and came to her feet, albeit a bit wobbly. He grasped her by the arm and kept her steady. Suddenly she wished she was naked, too, so she could feel the touch of his hand on her arm.

“No, I didn’t. I saw an animal or whatever in the road, and I stupidly tried to miss it, which sent my car into the trees.” She turned around, only now taking the time to see where they were.

The forest lay behind them as they stood in a tiny clearing. She pivoted around and stared at the open expanse before her. Taking a step forward, she was grateful that he still held on to her.

They stood at the precipice of a cliff overlooking a roaring waterfall. A river rushed below them, the white caps of the waves testifying to the speed and power of the current. On the far side of the divide, the forest spread out and led up the mountainside.

“Wow.”

“What did you see in the road?”

The serious tone of his voice caught her, sinking fear into her heart. His hold tightened on her, causing her to whine against her will.

“I don’t know. I can’t really remember what it looked like. Hell, I’m not even sure I got a good look at it. It had red eyes, I remember that, and it was thin. Really thin.”

“And then you crashed into the tree.”

She nodded, confirming his words that weren’t a question. Carefully, she pulled her arm away. “Yeah. I think I conked out for a bit. Then I got out of my car, and that’s when I saw this enormous wolf about to attack a poor little fawn.”

He let out a long breath. “And you thought you could take down a wolf?”

His frustration was evident in his snarl. “Okay, I admit it wasn’t my best idea. But I wasn’t thinking very clearly right then, you know?”

“Yeah, I know.”

She had to stop thinking with her libido. Granted, he was hot as hell, but he was still a stranger who had slung her over his shoulder and taken off with her. A naked stranger. She stepped away, putting a few feet between them.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

What do the experts say about handling kidnappers? Keep them calm?

“Look, I appreciate you, uh, carrying me, but I’m going back to my car. I think I’ll have a better chance of someone finding me there.”

“Not now you won’t.” He glanced toward the setting sun that was coloring the sky with purples and blues.

If they’d met under different circumstances, the sunset might’ve seemed romantic. As it was, she knew he was right. Trying to go back to her car through God knew how big a forest was a bad idea. But what choice did she have?

“You’ll have to come with me.”

“I don’t think so.” Going with a stranger was bad enough, but a naked stranger who hung out—literally—in the woods? Not a chance. “Why don’t you have any clothes, anyway? Is this Montana’s answer to the annual polar bear swim?”

“The what?”

“You know. That ritual where normally sane people go swimming in the middle of winter in ice-cold water.”

“So you think I’m insane? But no, that’s got nothing to do with this. You’ll find out soon enough.”

Is that a threat or a promise? I think now’s the time to get the hell out of here.

She turned and ran even though she knew she’d never outrun him. He caught her before she’d gotten ten feet.

“Calm down. I’m doing this to save your hide.” He grabbed her jacket and tugged her out of it.

Panic took over, but she was no match for his strength. She struggled, fear clogging her throat so she couldn’t scream. Tossing her jacket aside, he ripped her blouse from her in one quick move.

Shay struck out as he took her arm and tugged her closer to the edge. She broke free, but he snatched her up by the waist and put her ass flat on the ground. Kicking him was like swatting a dinosaur with a stick. He got her boots and socks off without much trouble then took hold of the top of her jeans and yanked them down her legs. She lay shivering in the snow as he threw them over the side of the cliff. He bent over her, and she struck out, hitting him in the face.

He jerked his head away then confronted her again, the snarl bigger than before. Growling, he reached out and tore her panties off. “I told you to calm down. Don’t you ever listen?”

His voice sounded calm and determined, but she saw a flash of heat in his eyes. Was it anger or lust? Was he going to rape her? Then what? Leave her to freeze during the night?

“Hang on to me. I don’t want you to get hurt.” He tugged her to her feet then picked her up and carried her even closer to the drop over the waterfall.

“Please. Don’t.”

His strong arms pressed against her breasts as he held her in front of him. She continued to struggle against him. She doubted she’d get free, but she was damned sure going to go down fighting.

“Relax. You’ve got this all wrong.” He tightened his arms around her, keeping her back to his chest. “Close your eyes. It’s not as scary that way.”

“What are you talking about?”

If he answered her, she never heard it over the scream ripping out of her throat. Holding her tightly, he jumped off the cliff, taking her with him.

End of Excerpt

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Business or Plesure?

So the company I work for sent me to a resort for a week…. 

There I was surrounded by half-naked delicious men lying beside one of the swimming pools or wandering through the gardens. There were two different restaurants and a pool-side bar as well, with every imaginable kind of yummy food.

The sun shone brightly every day and the staff were amazingly friendly and helpful.

I bet you’re all jealous of me, right? Ready to turn bitchy and scratch my eyes out with jealousy?

Well don’t bother. I was wearing a prim, navy blue business suit, with the jacket buttoned up, hunched over a table, stuck in meetings for sixteen hours a day and too exhausted to do much more than have a shower, a meal, and sleep the other eight. I only got to swim in the pool once the whole time I was there and that was on the last day, because I figured I could sleep on the plane going home.

But instead of sleeping on my flight home, I got to thinking, “What if?” and “Resort Romance” was born.

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 “Resort Romance” Blurb:

Imogen agrees to accompany Gage and Liam to a resort for a week’s vacation and some extra hot ménage sex. The gardens are beautiful, the meals are delicious and the facilities are excellent, especially the three swimming pools. The men are delicious too, but Gage is bossy and Imogen is not going to be anyone’s sex toy.

But the men are awfully yummy and Imogen is having a wonderful time. Until Gage makes a few autocratic decisions which remind Imogen of her manipulative father. Then Imogen has to decide whether the best orgasms of her life are worth risking potential heartbreak.

 

WARNING!  ADULT EXCERPT

Before Imogen could take another breath, the two men surrounded her. Two hot, hard bodies pressed against her—one in front and one behind. Four arms held her tightly and two sets of lips whispered across her skin, one on her cheeks and the other on her neck.

“Oh you will enjoy it. We can promise you the best orgasm you’ve ever had. When we’re both inside you, I can feel Liam’s cock and he can feel mine. The tissues separating us are very thin and very sensitive. You’ll feel our every twitch and pulse as we stroke deeper and deeper in you, bringing you closer and closer to the ultimate climax.”

Imogen shivered. Gage’s sexy voice was bringing her pretty close to an orgasm with every word he spoke, and cream was already dripping from her pussy onto her panties. Deep inside her core a throbbing drumbeat had begun to draw her ever nearer to the climax Gage promised.

Behind her, Liam kneeled and slipped her feet out of her sandals, then pressed hot lips to her legs, kissing his way up them to her knees. He licked all around her knee and then butterfly kissed the sensitive skin at the back of her knee.

“Oh God, that feels good,” she whispered, clutching Gage’s waist to support her suddenly wobbly legs.

Gage slid his hands under her T-shirt and trailed his fingers up, up, up, over her bellybutton, over her ribs, until finally they rested under her breasts.

“Touch them,” she begged him. But he ignored her and stroked his hands up and down her spine, rubbing circles and spirals across her back as he went.

Meanwhile Liam had swapped to her other leg and was licking and sucking the back of that knee now. I never knew knees were sexy, she thought as her brain started to fry from the combined heat of the men’s touches.

Liam pulled her thighs apart and she staggered as her legs almost refused to hold her upright any longer. He held her thighs firmly and began nibbling the oh-so-delicate skin of her inner thighs.

Gage finally slid his hands under her bra and rested his palms over her breasts. Imogen sighed with relief at the hot touch just exactly where she needed it most.

But her relief was short-lived as the coiling, fiery ball of need deep inside her was demanding more. Much more.

She became aware of a very large cock in easy reach of her hands, but her legs were so weak from all the emotions coiling through her body she wondered if she would fall over if she let go of Gage’s waist.

Taking a deep breath, Imogen popped the buttons of Gage’s pants and slid the zipper down. His tighty whities outlined his cock to perfection, and she almost drooled as she lifted it out of its wrapping and cupped it in her hands. The vein was throbbing and the head a dark red. As she ran her fingers up the long stalk of his erection, a tiny pearl of pre-cum gathered in the eye. Gently she smoothed her fingers over the head of his cock and rubbed the moisture into the cap.

Before she could lean forward and lick his cock, Gage pulled her T-shirt over her head and said, “I think it’s time to move this party to the bed.”

 

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BDSM In A Small Town

The first book in my new series, Knights in Black Leather, comes out today!

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Jackson and Marx have their eye on Kelly as their new submissive. Funny, she doesn’t remember applying for the position. She’s had enough of the BDSM lifestyle, but Jackson and Marx aren’t taking no for an answer. Is love enough to change her mind, or will it make things worse?

Marx and Jackson aren’t looking for a full-time submissive. They want someone who can think for themselves, but let them lead in the bedroom. They believe that Kelly is that woman. They set out to court her and show her they aren’t asking for all that much.

Kelly desperately wants to believe them, but her experience is that one thing leads to another and before you know it, you’re bound hand and foot. She doesn’t want to be someone’s possession anymore. She wants the real thing—love and the freedom to share it with her man, or is that men?

I've fallen in love with this series already. Writing it was so much fun. The cast of characters in it has me itching to work on the next book. I hope you enjoy the excerpt. It's a bit naughty. ;-)

She turned around and looked up into his eyes. They were heavy lidded with arousal. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her since she didn’t think she could say the words. Holding his gaze, she went to her knees at his feet and balanced herself with her hands against his thighs before leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. He threw his head back and growled, breaking their eye contact. She ran her tongue down the length of him and licked his balls. His reaction was almost explosive. His hands clasped her head on either side as she ran her tongue back up and circled the mushroom cap beneath the rim.

“Fuck!”

She couldn’t prevent a small smile before she pulled back and looked up at him once again. He watched her as she dipped her tongue into the slit at the top of his dick and captured the pearl of pre-cum glistening there. His swift hiss at the sensation coupled with the wild taste of him nearly blew her mind. If it were possible to come while giving a blow job, Kelly was on the edge. She dug her fingers into his strong muscular thighs as she slowly lowered her head over his cock and sucked him to the back of her throat. He was so big she didn’t think she could deep throat him, but she was determined to try.

She relaxed her throat and flattened her tongue, breathing through her nose and took him deeper. Nails dug into her scalp, increasing her arousal to epic proportions. She swallowed around him then backed off as he gurgled above her.

“That was fucking amazing. Do it again, baby.”

She stroked him in and out of her mouth, suctioning as she pulled back before taking him down again. She took him to the back of her throat then deeper again and again. His strangled cries told her that he was close. She moved her hands from his thighs to his tight ass and squeezed as she bobbed up and down on his hard cock.

Kelly’s pussy was soaked, and the pulsing of her clit was driving her to distraction. She squeezed her thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure to climax, but it did little good. Her scalp burned from Marx’s grip and how he occasionally pulled on her hair. It added to the throb of need searing her nerve endings.

“So good. So damn good.” Marx’s voice was almost unrecognizable it had grown so deep and raspy.

She added a little edge of teeth to her upward pull, and his cock jerked in her mouth with each stroke. She felt his buttocks squeeze tight as he struggled to hold on while she sucked his thick dick with everything inside of her. His knees were locked, holding him in place while his hands where trying to direct her movements now.

Kelly ran a finger around to his perineum and pressed rhythmically while using her other hand to stroke a fingernail lightly across his puckered opening. His reaction was intense and immediate. Marx threw back his head and roared like a lion, coming up on his toes as she swallowed around him. His hands fisted in her hair, adding to her burning need.

Thick ropes of cum filled her throat, and despite swallowing as fast as she could, it leaked into her mouth and out the corners. She swallowed again and again before cleaning his spent cock with her tongue and allowing it to slip from her mouth. She leaned her head against his pelvis, her breath coming in short, choppy gasps for several seconds. After a few seconds she was able to pull back and look up at how Marx had slumped over her with his hands braced on the wall behind her.

Finally he seemed to come back to himself. Standing up straight, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her back against the tile as his head bent and his mouth attacked hers. Lips, hell-bent on taking hers, feasted on her mouth with easy abandon. Then he was moving her head to match his needs and taking her higher than she had ever gone with a single kiss. It didn’t hurt that she was already so aroused that one touch would surely send her flying.

Everything converged as he nipped at her lips, drawing them in one at a time to nibble on and tease with his tongue. Even with her arms wrapped around his neck, she couldn’t get close enough to him. She wanted him inside of her but knew it was too soon after his recent climax.

As if reading her mind, he picked her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist and climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her back and shoulders before settling her on the bathroom counter and immediately burying his face between her legs.

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Writing Erotic Romance Can Be Tricky by Diana MacAuthor

I know there are those out there who look down their noses at us erotic romance writers. For many, it’s not “real” writing. As I soon found out, writing erotic romance can be tricky.

First, and this is true for romance in general, you have to have a good story or nobody will want to read the book! Romance readers need as much variety as the general reading public. And with such a huge volume of work out there, coming up with something unique is a challenge. Some romance readers do prefer a certain genre (like cowboys or space aliens) and those will have to have certain characteristics in common. But you can’t just change the names and proclaim it a new story. Plot is important, and even though we know there will be a Happily Ever After (HEA), there needs to be enough twists and turns along the way to keep the reader immersed. I was always the one who read a book and said, “Well, if she would just shut up and listen to him, they could have avoided all that trouble.” Romance writers have to be able to include the trouble, because real people will encounter the same problems. As a reader, I hate it when everything goes perfectly according to plan because it doesn’t reflect real life.

Second, it’s hard (no pun intended) to write a good sex scene. You need more than, “He thrust in and out for a few minutes until he came.” That’s about as exciting as describing a root canal. I really struggled with this. Some of my favorite authors are the ones who can create a single sex scene that spans two or even three chapters. Another part of the struggle came (again, no pun intended) when I was considering the language I was using. I always found it a little frustrating with other books when they used funny, flowery language that real people don’t use. This is problematic sometimes given the limited range of vocabulary available. It gets a little tedious to see the word ‘pussy’ repeated over and over. I’m still trying to work this out in my own writing. And because the romance is the primary element of the story, it’s important to keep the emotions running high during the scene. Sure we want to know what’s happening physically, but we need to know what the characters are feeling as well. It can also be challenging to write something with which you have no personal frame of reference. While I’m sure there are some authors out there who have relationships with five or more men, most don’t. Plus a great deal of MM romance is written by heterosexual women. Not having a penis myself, I am not familiar with how it feels to get a blow job. Portraying sexual positions that are possible for average people, who don’t belong to Cirque de Soleil, isn’t easy.

Last, characters and their relationships are the main focus of a romance. The reader wants to love the heroine and her hero(es), and hate the villains. Characters have to speak to the reader, to become real enough that the reader cares about what happens to them. I know an author has created good characters when I find myself angry on their behalf or crying with happiness when it all finally works out. I know that I’ve done a decent job if I start crying while I’m writing a scene (though sadly, I am an emotional lush and this isn’t that uncommon) even though it’s not necessarily something I’ve experienced myself.   The characters, and their real struggles with forming a relationship that is strong enough to last forever, drive the story.

I’m new to the erotic romance scene. It’s not a genre I ever really considered writing in, until I read a few, and story ideas began popping into my head. They just had to be told. While I can’t speak for everyone, I know I had to work through the issues of plot, character, and descriptive language. I’m pretty sure “real” authors have the same problems. Unless you are extraordinarily gifted, writing is a lot of hard work, no matter what the genre. But seeing your words in print is worth the reward.

Diana MacArthur is an erotic romance writer whose first book, Windswept, is being released by Siren Publishing on Nov. 14, 2012. Visit her blog at http://dianamacarthur.com and follow her on Twitter https://twitter.com/DianaMacArthur.

Dynamics of the Perfect Sex Scene

What is it that makes a great sex scene? Is it the choice of words used? The types of descriptions given? Well, these are all important ingredients to writing a sex scene, but these factors alone will not a great sex scene make. There’s still one key ingredient to a hot, unforgettable sex scene:

Emotion.

Whether we read science fiction, thrillers, romance, or erotica (or any combination of thereof), we all read for one reason. To experience emotion. We want to feel what the characters are going through, to walk a mile in their shoes. And for us romance junkies, we want to fall in love with a character. This is why it’s so important to show the emotion behind the action.

Whether your story involves two, three, or (in my case) more characters, the focus should be on the inner experience involved with the act of sex. What are the characters feeling? What emotional bonds are being formed between them? Pushing boundaries is okay, as long as it’s perfectly clear that all characters are on board.

In my new release, A Good Thing, my heroine has always had a secret wish to be with more than one man at the same time. However, due to the actions of her ex, she believes her desires are shameful and wrong. But then she meets James, a stunning, gorgeous man who delights in pushing her boundaries. Except he’s also her new boss. Now she has a tough choice to make: Keep things professional…or indulge in one of her most wicked fantasies.

A Good Thing (Wicked Fantasies #1) is available now from Siren Publishing: http://www.bookstrand.com/a-good-thing

For you readers out there, I’d love to hear about your favorite sex scenes in novels. What is it that made the scene(s) so memorable?

Ria Candro is the author of futuristic and contemporary erotic romance. When not dreaming up hot love stories, she enjoys spending time with her family in their home state of Florida. You can learn more about Ria and her novels at her blog: www.riacandro.wordpress.com.

Men In Uniform

What is so alluring about a man in uniform?

 

Oh! Let me count the ways!

(1)    Authority:  Who doesn’t love a big strong alpha man in uniform? The air of authority that comes with a uniform makes us women weak at the knees.  The basic instinct of being protected and secure in a big strong alpha man’s presences is warm and inviting.  And it helps that most of them are in pretty damn good shape. 

(2)    Command and Control.  Need I say more?  How about those handcuffs?  That water hose that could never douse the flame of desire these men set racing through you.  The aggressive, hungry, way the come home after months on a warfront.  There is also a tenuous vulnerability in these men that is sweet and attractive. 

(3)    What about those big guns… *le sigh*

(4)    Rescue me!  What woman hasn’t dreamt of a knight coming to rescue her?  Doesn’t matter of it’s a street wise Sampson, GI Joe or just plain Officer/Fireman Joe. Who doesn’t want to be carried off and rescued?  Show of hands please?  You know they play as hard as they work.

(5)    Sensitivity to a cause greater than themselves:  These big guys have an even bigger heart.  They understand what’s at stake.  They know that dedicating themselves to a higher purpose is not just a job but a calling.  The need to be heroic isn’t their motivation.  The desire to protect and serve is their driving force. 

 

Let’s not stop at number five… Give me six, seven, eight, nine, ten, etc…

 

What do I write about?  Men in uniform, of course!  BlackOps Brotherhood Series is my flagship series of books.  These stories are about exciting men and women who play just as hard as they work.  This series will appeal to both men and women with hard hitting military action and the right blend of erotic romance.  This series deals with real world issues and real time relationships complicated by the ever changing mission of the military.  Theirs is a world of intrigue that is experienced by very real heroes and heroines.  These strong women and even stronger men find ways to save the world and keep loving, sometimes dark relationships going behind closed doors.  Book one in the series is Rapid Dominance is due out for release October 24 from Siren BookStrand.  Check out the excerpt at: http://www.bellajuarez.com/titles-blackops-brotherood/rapid-dominance/

 

In Rapid Dominance engineering student, Victoria Saenz, lands a dream job as a housekeeper while she attends graduate school. Major Reese Thompson, USMC, is no ordinary master of the house. His hard body and strict military manner is male perfection. Reese is stuck in a loveless marriage with a hypochondriac wife. He returns from Iraq to divorce papers left with his maid. Victoria agrees to stay, to help him pick up the pieces, but Reese’s attraction to Victoria grows every day as the house seems to get smaller. The brunette beauty is there at every turn, tempting him. They discover a deep, sometimes dark, love for one another, as danger looms. The terrorist cell Reese has worked tirelessly to take down has a secret weapon in their war against Reese. Will Reese’s and Victoria’s love withstand the storms of war, despite all the forces threatening to tear them apart?

 

 







Welcome New Author, Rebecca Joyce

When it comes to creating anything on a whim, a mom is the first person any child runs to. When a husband needs a button sewn or a correct key-code for the remote, he will hunt down his wife.  But what happens when this mom/wife takes time away from her family?

                                                She… WRITES!

Nothing comes easy in life or so I have been told over and over again. If you want something, you have to get up off your butt and go get it!

As the wife of a Military soldier and the mother to three children, I have moved from one side of the country to the next. I classified myself as the typical ‘homemaker’ for eighteen years before trying to find my own niche in this world. I happened upon writing during one of my husband’s deployments to pass the time. I was always an avid reader; even from an early age, preferring fiction to anything else and boy did I read a lot during the first two months. Eventually, I got it into my head, that I needed a way to let out all the emotions, we military wives keep bottled up, for fear of upsetting our spouses and children.

So, when the kids were all sleeping and I said my last ‘I love you’ to my husband, I would sit at my computer and began peck away. At first, it was an outlet for anger, frustration, grief, hostility, you name it…I wrote about it! But as the months drew on and the longing for a physical intimacy grew, my writing took on a life of its own. Before I knew it, I was in a whole new world.

My first scribbles, were just simple erotic thoughts and wishes. As I continued to write, those wishes turned into handsome hunks and before I knew it, I had created a set of characters so real, I found myself dreaming of them…seeing them as they truly are. Writing became my haven, where when life and the military became too much for me, I could vent and let it all out.

It took me over two years to muster the courage to submit my first manuscript and I only did that because my husband said, “Becky, I never pegged you for a quitter.” Since then, I have been very busy.

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When my first book, The Cattle Drive…The Armstrong Brothers of Cedar Creek was released on October 24^th, 2012, my life took an amazing turn. I have several new projects in the works and a new release,

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 “Emma’s Treasures- The Men of Treasure Cove Series” coming out November 15^th, 2012.

The second installment of the Armstrong Brothers is due out this December!!!

Though sometimes my real life interferes with my imaginative life, I try to balance each with whit, sarcasm and humor.

            “Screwing up takes practice…I think I’m well rehearsed!”

 

 Rebecca Joyce

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