First,a sizzling new release by one of my favorite authors, Elsa Holland, His Captive…
He’s here. His love is dark His heart is broken His hunger is insatiable And he is delicious!
His eyes bored into hers, reading every thought, seeing every graphic detail of her debauched fantasies.
Yes, she was debauched. She was depraved. Acts a genteel woman would run from made her core throb. Is that what she wanted from him? That a man like him might be able to give her what she wanted?
Think of something else.
The idea of who he might be suddenly clear. Is that why she came back? Is that what the attraction to him was about?
And what if she were wrong?
She grappled, drowning in his gaze, feeling him in her head.
“If you continue to look at me like that Rachael, I may simply whisk you away, hide you on one of my ships never to be seen again.” His voice, low and deep, rippled through her like a visceral touch. Need pulsed through her. Hot longing for things she dare not give voice to.
“I might like that,” she whispered dangerously under her breath. She slowly raised a single eyebrow as if what she said was a ridiculous proposition. But his eyes had turned to black orbs of intensity.
“You like to live dangerously,” Moriata said softly. “Didn’t Jax tell you to be careful of me? I am sure he told you what kind of man I am, Rachael.”
The air between them thickened.
His chest rose and fell faster than before.
She stood at the brink and jumped, nodding slowly, making them both smile.
Another agreement of sorts.
She didn’t want to examine it too deeply.
When you planned to jump off a cliff you didn’t dwell on all the ways you could fail to fly.
and… two of my books are featured in the delicious…
Don’t miss this fabulous collection of reads to make you quiver.
Food, sex and wine – my three favorite sensual pleasures. I’m thinking… why not combine them?
The obvious way to indulge would be a dinner date, or you could try ‘foodplay’ (think grapes, popsicles, whipped cream, phallic shaped vegetables 😉 within the bounds of healthy, safe sex of course.)
You might wonder what got me started thinking about combining food and sex. Well, the idea came from my creative friends in one of my stories-in-progress… Sweet Caroline, a ffm menage erotic romance. So far there’s ice-cream and champagne, as well a delicious but inedible sex toy. If you’d like to sample a bit of sweetness, check out the excerpt at the end of this post…
Sweet Caroline is just one of a new collection of erotic short stories: Black Ribbon Editions (brand new cover below, standing proudly beside the old favorite, Love, Lust & Nipple Clamps, with an updated cover).
As promised, here’s a taste of ‘Sweet Caroline’…
Shoes, socks, shirt and trousers off, the note instructed.
Luke obeyed, and unbuttoned his shirt. He peeled it off slowly, playing up to the looks of admiration from the two girls across the room. They were so different in appearance and personality, but he wanted them both equally. Jacqueline, dark haired, slim and athletic stood beside her seated friend, Caroline – pale, soft and curvaceous. By their parted lips and quickening breaths, it seemed they wanted him just as badly.
He toed off his shoes and bent to pull off his socks, watching as Jac moved behind her friend, trailing her fingertips along her collarbone and slipping the robe off one shoulder.
As he unzipped his trousers, Caro untied the sash of her robe, allowing one side to fall away and expose one lush breast, a pale strip of torso and a landing strip of honey-blonde.
Not moving from the doorway, Luke lifted his gaze and took in the scene before him, imprinting it on his memory. The two beautiful women he had grown to admire, either of whom it would be a pleasure and privilege to make love to, and here they had both invited him to share what promised to be a night he would never forget.
Stepping out of his trousers, he hung them over his shirt on the back of the chair. Luke held his breath, almost bursting out of his skin to find out what they had planned for him.
Caro picked up a bottle of champagne from the floor and popped the cork.
Jac took a glass from the vanity.
Caro reclined, opening her shapely legs. Her robe fell away.
Luke’s blood heated at the sight of her nakedness, the feminine curves of her inner thighs and abdomen exposed. He fought the urge to go to her, to drop on his knees between her legs and run his fingers through the strip of curls, to bury his face in her sex. He could almost taste her feminine scent.
When Jac knelt in front of Caro and nudged her knees wider, spreading her sex to his view, Luke’s cock surged to full attention. Fuck. Would Jac play out his urge to plunge her face between Caroline’s legs? Whatever they were about to do, he knew it was going to drive him mad.
His cock urged him to take action, to do something… to join them, or take hold himself. But he remained still. And waited for their next instruction. He was here by their invitation after all.
Fascinated, he watched Jac position the glass and Caro lift the bottle, then tip it. The liquid dropped downward in a thin stream, and plunged between her labia, the glass below catching the overflow. Luke’s mouth went suddenly dry at the sight of Caro, her head thrown back, her hips undulating beneath the flow of champagne.
In the story I’m madly working on at the moment, Siren, Elisabeth Tanner is a passionate, virginal bride-to-be, set in the British Virgin Islands in the early 19th century. Having grown up in a marginally less rigid society, with a companion/maid who would these days be considered a couples sex therapist (her reason for being employed in Elizabeth’s parents house provides an interesting secondary story) Beth is determined to enjoy the marriage bed.
The day of her engagement to scientist explorer William Swan – the day before he is to leave on a 6 week voyage – Beth gives her betrothed a notebook and asks him to write her a journal of pleasure while he’s away, to enlighten her in the joys of sex.
He goes one better and also has the sail-maker craft a sex-toy to practice with, and to give herself pleasure. Something like this, and 18th century dildo found in Poland, eight inches long and made of high quality leather with a carved wooden tip.
As usual, I did some digging on-line (hence the photo, above) and found some fascinating information on the history of sex aids.
and even earlier… “30,000 years… phallic batons from the Upper Paleolithic period. The early sex toys were made of bone and ivory and teeth. They were classified by archaeologists as flint-shaping tools and found in Germany and other parts of Eurasia during the Ice Age.” Hallie Lieberman
If you’re looking for something sexy to read before then, I’ve reduced my novella Little Blonde Lies (an enemies to lovers revenge romance dripping with hot sex) to 99 cents until the end of 2020.
I’ve been bitten by the historical bug… actually, I think I was bitten at birth, and this is in fact a serious relapse! I’ve always been a huge fan of historical fiction – and non-fiction – now I’m being sucked down into a glorious eddy of Victorian hedonism, vice and hidden, ancient sites in the name of research 😉
I can’t wait to share my discoveries as I explore the underground pleasures and taboos of historic London. Watch this space…
But now I have the cover, I better not get distracted by all those wicked temptations… I must write!
I’ve been reading (and dreaming) my way through the newly released, multi-genre romance anthology Revealed, and have just finished Sara Hartland’s Ryan’s Return, one of six sexy novellas. I loved it so much I thought I’d share a few of my favorite parts…
…she could no more resist than the tide could resist the moon.She suddenly didn’t care that she was playing with fire.... when he tugged her hand, she spun and circled into his arms, then whirled out again, in time with the music, joy in her limbs and laughter on her lips. They circled the dance floor in game of catch and release, light touches and finger-tips curling, her breath quickening, giggles escaping as her spirits soared with the music.He looked like he wanted to devour her. She felt like she wanted to let him.
There is so much more gorgeousness in this story that will make your toes curl! You can read Ryan’s Return in Revealed: a Romance Anthology (now available to read for FREE in Kindle Unlimited or to purchase for $7.99)
Aurora Conroy’s biggest mistake was getting into her brother’s best friends bed – naked. But then Ryan Harrington left town and took her secret with him.
Except now he’s back…
Stranded in the outback tending her brother’s bar after he goes AWOL, Aurora is battling to keep the business afloat, and her hands off the man who knows her secrets. Her teenage crush has secrets of his own, including why he’s back in town.
Ryan knows a lot about success and more about covering his tracks. But when the only family he’s ever loved needs him, he’s prepared to risk exposure. What he’s not prepared for, is temptation by his best friend’s sister.
AND check out Sara’s gorgeous free short story, His New Year’s Wish…
I am so excited to join forces with a team of fabulous writers to offer a banquet of tasty stories in the anthology Revealed…
And to celebrate the release, we’ve reduced the price from $9.99 to just 99 cents until September 8, or free to read for Kindle Unlimited subscribers (click on the image to read)
Satisfy your craving of all things romance when you indulge in these six enticing novellas…
ELSA HOLLAND, His Bounty: A delectable pirate determined to seduce. An exotic beauty determined to run. An agreement that would break their hearts. REE THORNTON, Viking Betrayed: A wife with a dark past. The Viking who loves her. A secret that could destroy them. JOSIE BAKER, Skyclad: An artist who bares her body in pursuit of creativity. A man from her past who challenges her to bare her soul… and the secret that tore them apart. SARA HARTLAND, Ryan’s Return: A secret billionaire. A sister rescuing her brother’s Outback bar. History they can’t forget and chemistry they can’t deny. L.J. LANGDON, Blood Secret: A wolf on the hunt. A woman on the run. And a secret heritage that threatens them both. DANA MITCHELL, The Governess: A fugitive English governess. An unsuspecting Scottish Laird. A deadly, mystical secret that could endanger his whole clan.
Let the unravelling begin!
My contribution to the anthology is the third of my Girls on Film stand-alone novellas, Skyclad, a second chance love story with a decade old secret revealed… and some naked body painting 😉
Skyclad (ˈskaɪˌklæd) – Adjective (poetic or paganism) Nude, naked, especially outdoors. Having no covering; bare; exposed
Alex yearns to expand her business from making jewelry for her market stall to creating large-scale outdoor sculptures. Problem is, she needs to be naked to connect with her muse, which proves to be a challenge when working on-site.
The other problem… the man she once thought was her soul-mate has just resurfaced in her life, and he’s asking awkward questions. Alex has a lot to hide: her involvement in her friends death; and the scandal that sent her fleeing to the other side of the country, leaving her job and her parents behind.
Can Alex bare all to heal her soul, or will she let her chance at happiness slip through her fingers?
While researching my latest novella (which will released very soon, check out the cover – just finished this morning – at the bottom of this post), I read some of Walt Whitman’s work. His views on the human body, soul and nakedness are perfectly attuned to the ethos of my main character, who is a naturist and artist who connects with her muse through her connection with nature… and nakedness.
Never before did I get so close to Nature; never before did she come so close to me … Nature was naked, and I was also … Sweet, sane, still Nakedness in Nature!
A Sun-bathed Nakedness, Walt Whitman
Walt Whitman is often called the father of free verse. His work was controversial during his lifetime, and was described as obscene for its overt sensuality.
His poem Song of Myself contains many evocative phrases. I’ve pasted some of my favorites here…
You sea! I resign myself to you also—I guess what you mean, I behold from the beach your crooked inviting fingers, I believe you refuse to go back without feeling of me, We must have a turn together, I undress, hurry me out of sight of the land, Cushion me soft, rock me in billowy drowse, Dash me with amorous wet, I can repay you.
I mind how once we lay such a transparent summer morning, How you settled your head athwart my hips and gently turn’d over upon me, And parted the shirt from my bosom-bone, and plunged your tongue to my bare-stript heart, And reach’d till you felt my beard, and reach’d till you held my feet.
I am the poet of the Body and I am the poet of the Soul, The pleasures of heaven are with me and the pains of hell are with me, The first I graft and increase upon myself, the latter I translate into a new tongue.
Press close bare-bosom’d night—press close magnetic nourishing night! Night of south winds—night of the large few stars! Still nodding night—mad naked summer night.
Smile O voluptuous cool-breath’d earth! Earth of the slumbering and liquid trees! Earth of departed sunset—earth of the mountains misty-topt! Earth of the vitreous pour of the full moon just tinged with blue! Earth of shine and dark mottling the tide of the river! Earth of the limpid gray of clouds brighter and clearer for my sake! Far-swooping elbow’d earth—rich apple-blossom’d earth! Smile, for your lover comes.
If you’d like to read more. find the full poem, HERE
How could a writer not be inspired? Especially as my story is of a woman who needs a connection with nature to connect with her creative muse… Skyclad, the third Girls on Film novella, will be available very soon, in a fabulous romantic anthology… soon to be Revealed….
Apologies for the late post. Mr August was a little hesitant at first, especially when he learnt of your response to Mr July… Overwhelmingly, you want to see more of my monthly featured playboy.
This month I’m featuring Ethan Cox (from my enemies-to-lovers celebrity novella Little Blonde Lies), the star actor of the streaming TV show Kingmaker. He was a little shy to begin with, but once he got into the swing, things got very hot… and wet. Take a look…
Ethan was born in New York and grew up in Hamburg, hence his lovely, exotic accent, thanks to his German father and American mother. His greatest pleasures are swimming naked, riding his Ducati – fast – and eating Portuguese pastries (and a particular, feisty little blonde). With his dark hair with chocolate brown eyes, you’ll just want to taste him…
A quick shout out to let you know my sexy enemies-to-lovers revenge novella ‘Little Blonde Lies’ is reduced to $2.99 until August 15, available at most good e-book retailers. Grab your copy by clicking on saucy Anya …
or check out the scorching selection of fabulous reads, all reduced for only a few more days and…
Okay, I have yet another confession… as a little girl I used to sneak into my dad’s collection of Playboy magazines. I just loved reading the letters to the editor and dreaming of the day I might look like one of the sexy centerfolds. I suppose my enjoyment of naughty magazines was an early manifestation of my appreciation of all things sensual, which grew into an urge to create my own erotic worlds through story.
Now I’m a big girl, my dream is to have my own monthly Playmates – or play boys. At this stage I don’t have the time or finances to go scouting for talent (damn!) so in the meantime I’ll showcase gorgeous characters from my stories.