Sex, Sin and Surf by Lauren Fraser

Sex, Sin and Surf by Lauren Fraser

Holidays are all about relaxation. And what better way to relax than with a hot holiday fling?

On vacation in Mexico with her two best friends, forty-one-year-old Celeste Kopp vows to break out of her middle-aged rut and live life to the fullest. Taking surf lessons is on the top of her to do list. However, when she meets sexy surf instructor Ben, the idea of a holiday fling with a younger man becomes the only thing on her list.

Ben is more than willing to live out Celeste’s fantasies as well as a few of his own. But their holiday romance turns out to be more than either of them bargained for when the connection between them deepens. Being with Celeste forces Ben to deal with his own baggage in a way he never expected.

As the vacation draws to a close, Celeste realizes she wants so much more from Ben than a holiday fling, but can she convince him that their future together is worth the risk?

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Peek-a-boo

Yes, this is absolutely a post about a game played with small children. My oldest has been whisked away by my parents and I won’t see him until Christmas. *sob* On the upside this gives my husband and me some special time with the little one. He hasn’t had much alone time since he was born so I thought it would be wonderful to spoil him (as if the little stinker isn’t spoiled enough already).

One day I sat with the little one on my lap watching TV and I realized he was around the age where children play peek-a-boo. So I gave it a shot. “Peek-a-boo,” I said then covered my face, of course peeking through my fingers to see his response. To my surprise he knew how to play… very badly. How can you play peek-a-boo badly? Ask my son.

When you say the words, he instantly brings his little hands to his face but he doesn’t cover his eyes. He covers his cheeks (think of Macaulay Culkin in Home Alone) or his mouth. The motion has become second nature to the child. We say, “Peek-a-boo,” the hands go up, usually in a look of surprise because his eyes are wide as saucers (and not covered as they should be). Of course this makes all the members of my household cry with laughter, so it makes him enjoy the game even more. So as a result I live in a house filled with adults addicted to playing peek-a-boo. Yes, this is my life. *Sigh*

Procrastination, my constant companion. *Heavy Sigh*

Sooooooooooooooooooo… I should be working on one of a zillion WIPs. What have I done over the past month? Not a thing! I mean I’ve thought and taken notes and hummed and hawed but nothing has been done to actually increase my word count. Sad, yes I know. Nevertheless I am determined to finish something. I have too many things collecting virtual dust on my hard drive to be at a standstill. Now, I am going to kick all of the excuses I’ve been feeding myself to the curb and find a way to get to work. First I need to decide on which story I want to finish…

Carolina Pearl by Sela Carsen

Carolina Pearl

A family legend could lead to a treasure more precious than pearls…or get them killed.

Between babysitting her very pregnant sister-in-law and fending off her mother’s nagging about her marital status, Blair Moreau is going insane. Her only hold on sanity is her daily walk for a guilty peek at her crush, the sexy neighbor who’s fixing up the old Cotesworth place.

Conn Lucas, the bastard son of Culford’s leading family, got way out of town a long time ago. When the only relative who didn’t despise him leaves him her 250-year-old house, Conn plans to refurbish it, flip it, and get back to Connecticut as soon as possible. Until a local beauty with a rare talent for DIY gives him a hand with some stubborn siding.

When he makes her mad enough to swing a two-by-four at his head, he realizes Blair is better than perfect. Especially when his efforts to keep her from killing him explode into an erotic rush of adrenaline that unleashes desires they’ve both kept hidden.
Breaking through Conn’s tough shell isn’t as difficult Blair’s next hurdle—telling him she’s a werewolf. First, though, they’ve got to deal with meddling ghosts and a bad ol’ boy cousin who isn’t above taking what he wants at nail-gun point…

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Product Warnings

This book contains a smokin’ hot werewolf chick with serious DIY know-how and a man who thinks that’s sexy; illegal use of nail guns; things to do in a claw-foot tub; pirate references; piddling Dobermans and meddling ghosts. Which is better than meddling Dobermans and piddling ghosts.

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Sweet Potato Pie

I love to cook and my mind has been particularly focused on food with the holidays coming. So in the spirit of the time of year I'd like to share my cousin's recipe for sweet potato pie. It is completely scrumptious and worth the effort. Enjoy!


SWEET POTATO PIE

4lbs Sweet Potatoes
1 Cup Each White and Brown Sugar
1 Can of Canned Milk (Milnot if you can find it)
4 Large Eggs
1 tbsp Vanilla Extract
1 tsp Cinnamon
1 Stick of Butter
2 Packages of Pie Crust (I Use Graham cracker Crust)

Preheat oven to 350 Degrees. Peel and boil sweet potatoes until tender enough to break with a fork. Mash and add butter, both sugars and canned milk. Add eggs last to ensure that mixture is cooled by the milk or your eggs may start to cook. With a hand mixture, beat until smooth try to get any stringy bits out. After all large chunks are out, add vanilla and cinnamon and mix in with a spoon. Bake until center is firm and spots appear on the top.

Well...

Not so much progress on the writing front but plenty on the procrastination. *sigh* I do have some ideas for a few things I'm working on. Perhaps instead of starting new stories I should just finish the ones I'm already working on. If only my characters would just do what I want. Oh well, back to the drawing board.

Some Like it Hot Writing Contest

Announcing Tawny’s Taylor’s “Some Like It Hot” writing contest!

Starting October 25th, 2010, Tawny Taylor will be hosting a writing contest.
The final judge is an editor from Ellora’s Cave.

The Prizes? Read on!

All SubGenres of erotic romance accepted, including:
~Contemporary~Fantasy~Futuristic~ Shapeshifter/Vampire~BDSM~

*You may submit one chapter--not to exceed 5000 words. Stories must be complete and unpublished.

*Each Monday, two stories will be selected by an Ellora's Cave editor who is actively acquiring. At the end, six weekly winning authors will submit a partial (first three chapters, last chapter and synopsis) to the final judge for ranking.

The first place winner will receive ...

A critique of the full winning manuscript by EC editor Grace Bradley!

The second place winner will receive...

A critique of the partial manuscript by EC editor Grace Bradley (first three chapters, last and synop).

The third place winner will receive...

A critique of the first chapter by EC editor Grace Bradley.

Details at: http://www.tawnytayl...ingContest.html

Here I am!

I’ve been gone for a while (please forgive me) but things are changing. I am back on track with my writing and ready to do big things. Woot! Anyway, I’ve been working on a new story (yes I will keep you in suspense for a while longer because, well I’m allergic to plotting and really don’t know what’s happening next, but soon I will and then so will you). The important thing is that I am writing again. (sadly I was forced to stop for a while). So in between, keeping up with the kids, and the husband, and the day job and the workout schedule (wew I need a breather just thinking about it all) I will be writing… and keeping in touch. I promise!

Accepting the Story

I’ve noticed that some people may have issues relating to or accepting books that are in opposition with their personal beliefs. For example if you believe that anything having to do with demons has to be “bad,” can you read a story with a “good” demon? If you don’t believe in having sex before you fall in love would it ruin the story if the couple sleeps together on their first date? If you don’t believe in ghosts can you get into a ghost story? If you don’t believe in aliens can you buy into a story involving extraterrestrials?

I’ve noticed my own reading preferences vary wildly. Whether the story is in line with my personal beliefs or not doesn’t affect how I feel about the plot or characters. If the author creates believable characters and an engaging story I can buy into it as long as the story is true to the motivations of the characters and the situation. That’s not to say I’ll like every word of what’s written, but I can accept the world as the author has presented it to me in that particular piece of fiction.

How about you?

Double Dare by Jeanne St. James

Today is release day for my first m/m/f interracial menage a trois, Double Dare from Loose Id!

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What could be better than waking up next to a hot guy? Waking up sandwiched between two of them.

Quinn Preston, a financial analyst, is not happy when her friends dare her to pick up a handsome stranger at a wedding reception. What better reason to give up men when her previous long-term relationship had not only been lackluster in the bedroom but he had cheated.

Logan Reed, a successful farmer and business owner, can't believe that he's attracted to the woman in the ugly, Pepto-Bismol colored bridesmaid dress. And to boot, she's more than tipsy. After turning down her invitation for a one-night stand, he finds her in the parking lot, too impaired to drive. He rescues her and takes her home. His home.
The next morning Quinn's conservative life turns on its ear when Logan introduces her to pleasures she never even considered before. And to make things more complicated, Logan already has a lover…

Tyson White, ex-pro football player and Logan's business partner, is completely in love with Logan. He has mixed emotions when Logan brings home Quinn. But the dares keep coming and things heat up with the three of them. Nevertheless Ty wonders: will adding Quinn to the mix end up enhancing or destroying Logan's and his relationship?

Double Dare is an interracial ménage a trois (m/m/f) erotic romance that is sexually explicit, including light BDSM, anal sex, homosexuality, multiple partners, role playing and more.

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http://jeannestjames.blogspot.com/2009/12/double-dare-coming-january-5th-from.html

http://www.jeannestjames.com/bookshelf/double-dare-excerpt/

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Compromising Positions by Jenna-Bayley-Burke

Compromising Positions releases today!

Falling in love is the last thing on his busy agenda…but compromising positions can lead just about anywhere.

David Strong knows how to do a lot of things—run an international fitness company, finesse stock portfolios and stay out of emotional entanglements. That is, until he gets tangled up with Sophie Delfino and her Sensational Sex workout. He’s supposed to help her demonstrate Kama Sutra positions for her couples’ yoga class. The rigorous postures require more than just physical control. And his co-instructor unexpectedly tests his control to the limit.

Sophie’s been fantasizing about David since her teens, but she never dreamed she’d actually be expected to run through her intimate desires—with an audience! The class is very professional, tame even—or it would be, if she’d been in any of the positions before. But she hasn’t—except in her wildest fantasies about David. Sophie knows she wants David in every way, and she’s flexible enough to use whatever she has to get him.

David can’t afford any unexpected distractions. Besides the sensual positions he has to endure without embarrassing himself in public, there’s an embezzler stealing from his company. And then there’s Sophie—who is well on her way to stealing his well-guarded heart.

Warning: This is one exercise program you won’t need to consult your doctor before beginning…unless he’s hot and available for house calls. The Kama Sutra isn’t for the prudish or faint of heart, and neither is this story.

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REVIEWS

“With sensual love scenes, flirty repartee, and a man and woman clearly meant to be together, you get everything you could ever want in a romance novel. Overall, I have to say that Compromising Positions is a must read!”
~ Long and Short Reviews

"Compromising Positions would have to be one of the best contemporary romance novels I have read in a long time. Jenna Bayley-Burke delivers it all, romance, humor, and great chemistry between her hero and heroine. It is so well written. The pace is great, and the story line fantastic."
~ Fallen Angel Reviews

"This thoroughly enjoyable romantic comedy has likable characters and a smart, spitfire heroine...Bayley-Burke delivers a really fun read. "
~Romantic Times

Note to Characters

Stop it! Stop it right now! I’m the author and I say what goes. Stop changing the way this story is supposed to go. And really stop bogging my story down when you don’t like where it’s headed. It’s my story… mine, mine, mine even if it is about you.

Thanks and have a nice day.

LONE WOLF, book 2 of the Maxey Wizards by Teresa D'Amario

LONE WOLF, book 2 of the Maxey Wizards by Teresa D'Amario Tease Publishing LLC. ISBN: 978-1-60767-082-7 EBook Buy Now AllRomanceEbooks Excerpt

Once the victim of scientific experimentation by the Government Control of Supernatural Activities (GSA), Damon doesn't have a past, and he isn't sure he has a future. He doesn't even know if his ability to change from human to wolf is a virus, or magick.

But the instant he lays eyes on the pretty cop from the local
police force, he knows he has to learn the secrets of his past
before they destroy her future.

Krystal is the best animal cop on the police force, hiding
magickal talent beneath layers of excuses and quick thinking.
For five years she's tracked Peter Burke, a butcher who
steals any form of canine to supplement his dietary needs.
The day she saves a wolf from losing his head at the sharp end of an axe, her entire life changes. And then there is Damon, the mysterious, sexy ex-soldier with no memory of his past who awakens fantasies of dark and sensual nights.

But the GSA isn't finished with Damon, and when the shadowy
government agency joins forces with Burke, Krystal too finds her life in jeopardy, the target of men and women led by their own desires. Damon and Krystal must work together to stop evil and destroy years of illegal research. But can their budding love survive when experiments distort Damon's shifting skills, creating a monster?

EXCERPT

Giving in to instinct, she licked her bottom lip, then teased it with the edges of her teeth, trying to ease the burning sensation of need. The need to press her mouth against his.

His eyes followed the motion. The sound of a soft growl rolled on the night’s breeze. Her body gave an unexpected shiver.

The wolf. The wolf must be able to smell them and didn’t like being left alone. Odd how the growl had echoed around them, giving the impression it had come from Damon.

She shook the thought away and motioned toward her door, breaking the connection of his gaze. “There’s my house.”

He turned and escorted her to the door, his arm never leaving her waist.

She searched for something to say, but the blood in her body was definitely not reaching her brain. They arrived at her door and she turned to face him. “Thanks for walking me home.” Her voice cracked and she cleared her throat.

He moved a step closer, crowding her against the hard, cold wood of her door.

“My pleasure,” he murmured.

The sounds of the night disappeared, with only the beat of her heart echoing in her ears. Damon’s molten eyes rested on her lips and he dipped close. Heat from his body burned every where he touched, filling her with an aching need deep in her very core. Her muscles turned liquid, waiting. Hoping. He leaned in, one hand rested on the door beside her head.

“Definitely my pleasure,” he murmured again. He nuzzled her cheek, the soft edge of the day’s beard brushed against her skin.

She tipped her head back, savoring the sensual touch, ignoring the shiver travelling through her body.

His breath feathered across her face, hot and inviting. His masculine scent rolled over her, the same as the wolf’s growl had. Low, soft. Hot.

He closed the last excruciating inches, and when his lips finally touched hers, she almost moaned with relief. His first touch was gentle. His mouth was hot, burning her with his soft, sensuous touch. She’d expected hot, maybe even hungry. This romantic, almost worshipful kiss destroyed her reason. A soft whimper rose in her throat filled with craving. More.

At long last, he opened his mouth, as though sipping a rare vintage wine. He tested, tasting. She groaned, opening to him, wanting more. His tongue delved in and his taste exploded inside her. Wild, masculine, hungry. Their tongues tangled in unison, and she tasted his power, his masculinity. It was a part of him, deep inside. A power she knew had to be magick. It swirled around her, inside her, stealing every vestige of her reason and breath. Her head spun, sensations exploding throughout her body. She arched toward him, needing, aching. One large hand burned at her waist while the other still rested on the door by her head.

More. Please more.

Her own magick pushed inside her, hungry to escape, to wrap him in its touch, to own him and mark him as hers. Mark him? Something about this kiss wasn’t normal, but her fogged brain couldn’t make out what it was. For this single moment in time he was her one and only reason for being. He was her breath, and her heartbeat. And she liked it. No, she loved it, and needed more.

Damon slid his hand from the door, tangling it in her hair, angling her head to go even deeper. He hadn’t intended to kiss her, but the instant he’d seen her teeth teasing her lip, he’d lost all control. Now, her heated body pressed against his, driving the animal inside of him wild. The more he touched her, the more the wolf inside growled, demanding more. Her taste drove him to the very brink of control, exploding along his taste buds, drugging him with an insane need to drink more of her. He felt her knees buckle and he yanked her close, her body now flush with his.

Mine. The thought whispered in his mind.

From him? Or the animal?

For the first time since he’d awakened in that dank cell, he wasn’t sure there was a difference.

Her scent wrapped around him, like a gentle mist. Soft and sweet, hardened with the sharp edge of desire. Her breasts pressed against his chest, teasing him with their softness, dragging a moan from his throat. She was so beautiful. So soft and feminine, her body molding to his as though built for him. He slid his hands down her back, cupping the soft muscles of her rear. He let his fingers tease and massage her, holding her close to him. He wanted more. He wanted to crawl inside her, to be a part of her. He wedged one knee between her legs, pushing her thighs apart. She moved willingly, groaning her desire when he pulled her tight against his thigh.

His lips left hers, trailing down her cheek, burying his lips against her neck. Yes, hissed the wolf instincts. His gums itched and his fangs descended. Damon tried to shove the instincts back, to fight his thirst for her kiss, the thirst for her taste. He scraped the tips of the canines against her flesh and she moaned, tipping her head back. Such sweet submission.

A growl rolled from his chest. Hunger twisted inside him as his lips closed over her throat. An image of his teeth slicing into that sweet flesh flashed in his mind, blood oozing from the wound. He needed her, wanted her, was starved for the sweet wine of her blood.

Blood?

Horrified at the thoughts in his mind, he yanked away, releasing her so quick she stumbled against the door. He spun away, dragging his hands through his hair.