Friday, March 29, 2013

Sweet on My Tongue Excerpt

Good morning! Today is a great day! My latest release Sweet on My Tongue is up, live and ready to be read. Would you like a taste?

Timothy Rockwell sat at the dimly lit bar casually watching people shimmy and gyrate on the dance floor. There was a time he would have been out there doing the same thing. He observed one couple dry humping to the beat, all but fucking right there in front of everyone. He couldn’t be the only one to notice. But when he glanced around, the rest of the half-drunk patrons didn’t seem to see them, that or chose to ignore the blatant display. Deciding to follow suit, he turned his attention back to his beer.

Christ, what the hell was he doing here? Tim took a swig of his lukewarm beer. He knew exactly why he was here. His sister and buddies gave him an intervention. Fucking intervention, for Christ’s sake.

"Tim, it’s been six months since Debra left you. It’s time you got back out there."

That from his sister who never liked Deb to begin with. She loved sitting there tossing out the
I told you so’s one after the other with a wide grin.

And his so-called friends, yeah, those bastards stood behind his adorable sister, adding fuel to the fire. Why couldn’t they let him work through this in his own way? Six months, fuck, that was nothing more than a tick of a clock compared to the two years he and Deb shared together. Did they actually expect him to forget everything as if it never happened?

"You’re not the same person."

"You need your confidence back."

"Find a woman looking for nothing but a good time and clear Deb out of your system."

"Move on. You’re better off without her."

On and on the advice spewed until he thought he’d lose his mind. It was either agree to this trip or become stark raving mad. He’d tried moving on in his own way. He put in extra hours at work, went to the gym and pumped iron until he was too tired to think about her. He had a handle on it.

Tim rubbed his hand over his face. Who was he kidding? He couldn’t stand himself either. Snarling and snapping at everyone, even himself. No wonder his sister and friends wanted him out of town. They got a vacation as well.

He lifted his head, casually scanned the bar and found a woman sitting at the other end, watching him. His first instinct was to look away. After two years of never noticing another woman because he thought he had the perfect one, it felt strange. Tim forced himself to glance in her direction again.

Yep, she still had her eyes focused in his direction. Pretty eyes, too. Warm, sparkly. He pulled his focus back to take in her entire face. Whoa, she was gorgeous—thick, lush lips, long, flowing chestnut-brown hair and bare shoulders. Those lips turned up into a brilliant smile that sent a punch to his gut.

She looked younger than him. Not that he was old. He never considered thirty-two a time to start picking out grave plots or anything. Still, she couldn’t be much more than early twenties.

His young admirer leaned forward and sealed those shiny, sinful lips around a straw while gazing at him. Tim’s throat dried up, bone, desert dry. An excited tingle hit his groin. Something he hadn’t felt in far too long. Even his brain woke up.

He must have looked pathetic because when she parted her lips and released the straw, she laughed. He took a quick peek into the mirror behind the bar and saw his stupid teenaged expression. Way to go, Rockwell. A sexy young woman makes eye contact with you and you freak the fuck out.

Doing his best to mask the eager virgin look with one of boredom, he lifted his beer and peered over the rim of the glass. Hottie stood up from her stool, grabbed her drink and started walking. Great, he chased her off. Chalk one up for the sad loser.

All that tingling in his thighs and lower abdomen fizzled away. "Guess I’ll never know what those lips can do," he mumbled. Disgusted with himself, he gave one last look her way.

Holy hell, Hottie was still watching him and heading his way. No tingling this time. No, a full-blown fire flared to life in his jeans and spread as he got a good look at what she was wearing. That glove-tight, off-the-shoulder, deep-blue top she wore accentuated her full, perky breasts. As he forced his gaze to drop, he discovered said top stopped an inch above her navel.

Tim swallowed hard. A sexy navel with, God help him, a matching blue gem piercing. The sudden urge to lick it hit like a bolt of lightning. Did he jerk on his stool?
Hold it together, moron. Don’t chase her away.

Before she made it to the stool beside him, he took in the tan shorts and ten miles of slender, sexy legs decorated at the feet with basic black sandals. He nearly groaned when he saw her toenails painted the exact shade of blue as her top and bellybutton piercing. Could toes be sexy? He never noticed before.

His admirer cocked her hip and slid onto the stool next to him. Tim fought to keep from panting. It wouldn’t look good to open his mouth and drool. Big fucking turn-off.

"Mind if I join you?"

Luscious heat soothed over his body at the sound of her rich, smoky voice. Added to that, a light ocean breeze scent settled around him. Jesus, she smelled as fresh and vibrant as she looked. Tim swallowed hard, nodded and hoped he didn’t sound like a pubescent teen when he spoke.

"Not at all." He could feel his heart beat in his throat with each word.

"I’m Jasmine." As she spoke she held out her hand.

Hoping his palms weren’t sweaty, Tim took her hand in his. "It’s nice to meet you, Jasmine." He liked the way her name rolled off his tongue, and her firm but gentle handshake. "That’s a pretty name. I’m Tim."
"It’s an old family name. Tell me, Tim, what brings you to Florida?"

More than a little surprised that she knew he wasn’t local, Tim chuckled. "That obvious?"

One slender, sun-kissed shoulder hiked up slightly in a shrug. "I’m good at reading people. It’s sort of a hobby."

The tip of her finger slid around the rim of her glass. "Vacation," he muttered, mesmerized by her gentle touch. What would it feel like to be touched like that?

"Are you having fun?" She picked up her glass, sealed her lips around the straw and drew the bright-yellow drink into her mouth.

God, she had phenomenal lips. A door opened on that part of his brain that he closed when he and Deb started dating. To hell with never noticing another woman’s mouth. That would be the first thing he looked at from now on.

"I am now."

"You came here alone?" She set her glass down and lightly stroked the thin stem.

"Yeah, I’m here alone. My friends and family said I’ve been working too hard and wasn’t much fun anymore. I guess they thought I needed a change of scenery." He’d been staring at the beach for nearly a week, half-ass watching all the young women running around barely covered. Jasmine was the first picture of beauty he’d seen.

"Well, let’s see if we can have some fun."

Jasmine stood and sauntered toward the DJ. Tim nearly fell off his stool watching her long legs move, not to mention the perfect little sway of her hips. If this was a dream he didn’t want to wake up. Please, no one wake him up.

She smiled at the DJ, he leaned down and she spoke into his ear. After a quick nod and a huge-ass smile, she headed back toward the bar. Tim swigged his beer, hoping it would moisten his parched throat. No such luck. This woman burned him up.

A rocking little Spanish song blared out into the bar. Jasmine hooked her finger inside the front of his shirt and tugged him toward the dance floor. He had the image of himself following like a puppy with his tongue lolling out the side of his mouth.

"I don’t know how to dance," he shouted over the music. Great, now he’d seriously look like a fool.

Jasmine smiled, put one hand on his shoulder, took his and placed it on her hip. "It’s not hard. Follow me."

He expected some outrageous, gyrating, spaz attack dance. What he got was an easy one-two step with a little hip shimmy, and man did he enjoy feeling her hip beneath his palm. Halfway through the tune he realized he was smiling and laughing. Before he knew it, he found himself singing along. Sure, he didn’t have a clue what the words meant, but they rolled sweetly off his tongue, kind of like her name.

When the song ended she led him into another simple dance to a more modern tune. As everyone around them did the bump and grind, Jasmine moved more seductively. Tim loosely wrapped his arm around her waist as she swayed her hips. Every once in a while her breasts would brush against his chest. The slight, barely there whisper of soft flesh stole his breath, but not nearly as much as when she moved in closer, turned sideways and let her hip skim over his semi-erection.

He knew he had no business being with this vivacious woman. She dressed, moved and conducted herself with class. He wore a pair of faded jeans and classic white tee, moved to the music with a clumsy jerk and had no clue how to casually flirt. And he didn’t give a damn.

Jasmine made him smile, made him feel alive and worthwhile again. After six months of wallowing in self-pity, it felt good to have the attention of a beautiful woman.


I hope you enjoy!

Friday, February 15, 2013

New Hot Story Coming!

I've been busy dreaming up sexy little fantasies for my wonderful readers. I just love you all so much!

Yesterday I got the cover for my latest. SWEET ON MY TONGUE

No word on a release date as of yet, but rest assured I will post that important date as soon as I have it.

In the mean time, would you like a look at the cover?

I will post a snippet of the story when it releases, so stay tuned.

Friday, January 25, 2013

Rekindle the Flame is Here!

Happy Friday, my sexy friends.
I'm very excited. Rekindle the Flame is now available for sale at both Ellora's Cave and Amazon.

Married life doesn't have to a bore. Nay, Nay! There is always something new to learn about your partner and yourself. Come, take the journey with Elly and Josh as they balance parenthood, careers and a hot private life. Or is it private? Perhaps you too can find a way to Rekindle your Flame!

Read on for a tease of what lies between the pages. BEWARE! If you under the age of 18 this is not for you!


Two other couples walked into the theater and, oddly, Josh seemed pleased by this. They sat several rows down and off to the side. At least they weren’t the only people here. It wouldn’t feel so awkward.

Soon the screen came alive. After an eternity of "Coming Soon" clips, the movie started. The first scene was some hot-bodied twenty-something strutting across the screen bigger than life with nothing but a thong and perky tits. Clearly she’d never given birth and gravity hadn’t thought about touching her body.

"Now I know why you wanted to see this," she whispered.

"Shh, you’re distracting me," he replied.

Resigned to the fact she was probably in for a good two hours of unrealistic nakedness, Elly settled back into her seat. The next fifteen minutes were comprised of Naked Chick getting it on with some guy.

"How come they never show the guy naked like they do the girl? I mean, it’s only fair," she whispered.

Josh put his arm around her, tugged her close and kissed her temple. "Patience, sweetheart."

Just when climax would have happened, Naked Chick pulled out a knife and sliced the dude’s throat. Blood sprayed all over her, dripping from her nipples. Naked Chick clearly came from the thrill of the kill.

"That’s twisted," she muttered.

Josh chuckled. "I hope you don’t have any fantasies like that. We could only pull it off once."

His reference to her one and only fantasy caused her to stiffen. She knew it would come back to haunt her.

"Relax, I’m only kidding."

It took a while, but she did relax. Halfway through the movie and bored out of her skull, she let her mind wander. Thoughts of yard work, laundry and other mundane chores drew her attention away from the carnage happening on the screen. Really, a person could only see so many scenes of Naked Chick getting it on and killing before laundry became more interesting.

She peeked over at Josh. He seemed genuinely engrossed in the movie. Her gaze slid to his crotch. Could this horrible movie be turning him on? Or was that from earlier? Needing a little entertainment herself, Elly reached over and cupped his erection. When he pushed into her hand, Elly grinned. Punishment.
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Very carefully and none too skillfully, she worked his belt loose, unbuttoned his pants and slipped her fingers down inside. The tips of her fingers smoothed across the hard head of his cock. She teased and played for a few moments, wishing she had better access. When Josh gripped her wrist and pushed her hand away, an actual pout formed on her lips.

Then his hand found its way onto her thigh, pushed the hem of her dress up, way up, exposing her bare pussy. His nimble fingers plucked at her clit, fluffing the little bundle up before slipping lower and pushing inside her.

"Josh, we aren’t alone in here," she whispered with a touch of desperation in her voice.

He only grinned, a very knowing, wicked tilt of his lips, and pumped his fingers in and out. It felt good. His fingers eased in and out easily through her liquid lust. Elly couldn’t help but watch the two couples further up in the theater. They could be caught any moment.

Josh increased his pace, fingering her into an orgasmic stupor. As her body tightened, ready for the forbidden release, he stopped. This time she gripped his wrist. Okay, so this was risky, but damn it, he’d gotten her this far. He could at least finish it.

What he did next blew her mind. Very carefully and quietly, he eased from his seat, got on his knees and wedged himself between her and the row in front of them. He wouldn’t. Elly shook her head vigorously, mouthing the word "no".

Josh nodded and answered with a silent yes. Grabbing her hips, he tugged her forward and quickly dove between her thighs. His soft, wet tongue licked slowly between her soaked folds before circling her clit. Elly fought to keep any sound from escaping. She couldn’t believe it. They were in a movie theater with other people and he was eating her.

His tongue flicked around her opening, teased and then slipped inside as far as he could get it. Caught between wanting more and wanting him to stop made her head spin. She loved his eager mouth on her pussy, always did. Her breathing came in short pants and when Josh sucked her clit, Elly bucked and came. On the screen gunfire erupted, buildings blew up and people shouted.

The pleasure rippling throughout her body was in sharp contrast to the carnage on the screen, but she got lost in the two combined. Even if she did whimper a little too loudly, no one would hear her. So for a few seconds she allowed herself to float in the pleasure of her man eating her pussy.

All too soon, Josh pulled away and maneuvered back into his seat. He quickly buttoned and belted his pants, slipped his arm around her and tugged her close. Still humming from that naughty orgasm, Elly laid her head in the crook of his arm.

The movie didn’t last but a few more minutes, with Naked Chick being dragged into the fiery pits of Hell where she’d experience pleasure and death over and over for eternity. So clich├ęd.
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During the credits, the other two couples made their escape. Once they were gone, Josh stood and helped her up. Good thing, too. Her legs were wobbly.

"Enjoy the movie, sweetheart?"

Oh, the smug look on his face made her want to drop to her knees and show him a thing or two. "It was incredibly pleasurable."

"Glad to hear it. Feel like some ice cream?"

Sunday, January 13, 2013

Rekindle the Flame is Coming!!!

Hey Everyone!

I'm excited to say Rekindle the Flame is coming on January, 25 at Amazon and the 28th at Ellora's Cave!

Here's a sneak peek!

Elly Stine’s sex life has been coasting along in neutral until the slip of a tipsy tongue sets her and husband Josh on a journey of new discovery. After twenty-plus years of marriage, who knew there would be more to learn? Not simply about each other, but about themselves as well. Elly had no clue public sex would turn her on and Josh is more than eager to take on the role of Master. Each step they take with their sexual play opens them up and releases hotter, more daring desires.

Solidly rooted in their relationship, the two advance toward Elly’s ultimate secret fantasy. Who said getting older wasn’t any fun?

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Rekindle the Fire

So excited today. I received a contract for my latest work from Ellora's Cave. A hot little number about a married couple of 20 plus years rediscovering each other. I had fun writing this and secretly hope married people out there are still looking for hidden secrets to explore in each other.

The title  "REKINDLE the FIRE"

I'm thinking about stretching it out and writing a second story for their Men's Line, furthering their story from the husbands point of view. It could be interesting, in my opinion anyway.

I'll keep everyone posted of the exciting cover and release date.

In the mean time, enjoy today's hot muscles.

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

Still Around and Still Writing!

Oh, it's been a while since I've posted on here and I do apologize for it. Rest assured I'm still writing and coming up with saucy, hot, delicious stories. Look for them this winter.

Currently I'm trying to finish a full length novel under my alter ego and once I finish it I'm onto full blown erotic stories. I've gotten some awesome reviews for DANCE FOR YOUR SEX. Men seem to love it. Mwuahhhhh, to those lovely men who took a chance and dove into an erotic story.  Ladies, feel free to get a male perspective on erotica. But, keep in mind, these are written for men, so they won't be what you're used to.

I do love this cover. What do you think?

Again, if you have secret stories you'd like to see in a story, feel free to drop me a line, anonymously if you'd like and I'll see what I can do with it.

Remember to check out other awesome stories in the EC for Men's line at Ellora's Cave

Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Tuned Up and Turned On!

Spent the day writing a hot chapter as my alter ego. I love writing sexy scenes, picturing the scenario in my mind and creating new ways for my characters to please each other. It gets my blood pumping for the rest of the day. Hopefully tomorrow I can put down another few thousand words. I just love when a story flows so freely.

This week has been difficult in my household. I guess the stress helps the creative juices flow. Sad situations make me want to create happy and pleasurable fantasies. And create I did. Now, if I could come up with a new hot story for the men's line.

Listening to the news helps. The more I hear about our government trying to control what goes on in our bedrooms, the more I want to write dirty. I mean REALLY dirty. I can do that! All I need is a plot. A steamy plot where two people get what they want without all the complications. I can do this. I can, I just want a unique plot that men will want to read.

Any suggestions would be great.

Okay, back to writing.

Ya'll have a great day and do something naughty just for fun.