Wednesday, August 28, 2013

The Works Wednesday (Author Spotlight~N. Isabelle Blanco)

From the desk of N. Isabelle Blanco

Addictive Lunacy

I sighed, feeling a headache coming on. Dorian text me next, also apologizing. Whatever. There went my “carefully” laid out plans of letting loose for the night. I’d just opened the door to exit the bathroom when a woman’s voice reached my ears. A voice that could only be described as sexy. “What do you mean you’re not coming? Damn it woman, I’m already here! You know, these are the moments I’m convinced that Ang values our friendship more than you do even though we just met...well, can’t you tell your slave-driving boss you already made plans? No, I don’t give a fuck that he got called into a last minute meeting!” I swallowed heavily, something about that voice and the way it wrapped around the word “fuck” affecting me. Confused, I turned the corner, intent on moving towards the stairs leading back up to the bar. Intent, common sense, and all general intelligence flew right out of the back of my head when I caught sight of the owner of that voice. A tiny blond thing was pacing back and forth in front of the stairs, her agitated steps so fast that she was almost a blur. She was wearing a tight black skirt that reached mid-thigh. Her skin was entrancing; I immediately realized that fact, especially the amount of leg that was left bare to my view. All the way down to her flat little boots that ended at her ankles. She paired it with a white button down shirt that had the sleeves pushed up to her elbows. But the part of her outfit that was completely different was the black fedora hat on her head. It was obviously a man’s hat but on her it looked...cute. She was sexy and too fucking cute. The woman turned, not catching sight of me as she continued pacing. The side of her face hit me like a slap to my own. Big lashes, small upturned nose, and a matching chin. All of it was beyond attractive. Yes. But it was her lips...dear God, those lips. I’ve never seen lips like that in my life. My lips parted in surprise, air rushing out. It took me a few seconds to realize that the pounding I was hearing in my ears was my heart. It roared in my chest, pummeling blood through my veins. Blood that was... Oh, fuck no. Are you fucking serious right now? An erection? Really? Yes. Not that I was stranger to them, but this one hit me hard and out of nowhere. I actually took a step back, panting with shock and hunger. The beauty before me continued, still oblivious to my existence. An existence that now felt like it was being somehow consumed by her. “You made me get all ready and now you’re leaving me hanging.” The tiny woman stomped her foot in her frustration. “Yeah, well, you told me, ‘Liv, get sexy as fuck, we’re going out.’ So what did Liv do? Liv did her hair...yes, I straightened out my wavy as fuck locks for your ass. I even got waxed. Of course I got everything waxed...I know my pussy’s not for you. No, I wasn’t hoping to hook up with someone tonight, you insufferable shrew. Point is, you told me to be here and be sexy while doing it and now you’re leaving me hanging!” I should have cleared my throat, asked her to move, and gotten the hell out of there. But there was no way I could do any of those things. I was frozen and somehow on the verge of breaking out into a sweat. At no point of my life could I claim that I’d ever had an overly active imagination. Until then. The moment the words “waxed” and “pussy” registered in my mind, my knees nearly became useless. I silently yelled at my mind to get the hell out of there and ignore what I’d just heard. A warning dismissed. My mouth had gone desert-dry, images running through my head that had no business being there. I ran the back of my hand across my mouth, realizing that it was shaking. Badly. What the hell was happening to me? This was...visceral. That was the only damned word that came to mind. It was also wrong! My dick was rock hard for a sexy little stranger that I’d never seen before in my life. This could be considered normal but I’d been engaged to another woman up to yesterday, and on top of that, I hadn’t reacted to a woman like this since I was a teenager. No. Not even then. Fuck! “Ugh, you know what? Fuck you and your damned boss, Dem. Yeah, yeah. Whatever. No, I don’t forgive you.” There was a playful tone behind her words. A smile was playing at the corner of her lips. Someway, somehow, I found myself jealous of that smile. You’re definitely going insane. A smile? Really? You want to be a smile? Those luscious lips twitched again and I found myself mutely nodding. So full. God, just look at the bottom one... She’d stopped her pacing and now stood with her side facing me. Against my will, my eyes traveled from head to toe, drinking in every detail. My mouth felt bone dry but somehow, it felt like drool was about to leak out of the corner of my lips. I heard the woman say goodbye and saw her hang up the phone. That was my moment. My moment to move. Did I take it? Fuck no. I was paralyzed. Completely so. A part of me hoped that she would just turn around and walk up the stairs. That she’d ignore me and leave me to deal with the thing that was suddenly eating at me. No such luck. All it took for her to notice me was her hanging up her phone. The moment this beautiful creature named Liv turned to look at me, I knew I was done for. I knew it. She had to tilt her head all the way back to look at me. Huge, dark blue eyes blinked in confusion. I could see shock there. Then, a look I’d seen before in women’s eyes crossed her own. Considering what she was doing to me, it should have come as no surprise that seeing that look on her face nearly sent me into a rage. Not the type that had to do with anger, although that simmered beneath everything. But seeing those huge eyes falling to my feet and slowly, very slowly, crawling their way back up, getting hotter and hotter all the while... This time, I did clear my throat. Not because I wanted to interrupt her. Hell no. Her gaze felt like a physical touch beneath my clothes and most of my idiotic body was loving it. The clearing of my throat came about simply because I couldn’t really breathe anymore. Not really. My throat was closing in on me, intent on ending my life. The woman heard me and her eyes snapped up to meet my own. Nothing could have surprised me more than when she narrowed them, one eyebrow raising as she threw me an annoyed look. She huffed, crossing her arms. “Oh what? You can stand there and eavesdrop on my convo, which I totally know you did, and I can’t take something in return?” I blinked, completely confused. Then, because my eyes truly were against me, they decided to give her one more very thorough once-over. God. As Luke would say, she’s fucking hot. That dark blond eyebrow remained raised. Then, God help me, she pursed her lips, tilting her head and studying me. “How much of that did you actually hear?” she asked, her small hand raising to adjust the hat on her head. I swallowed, trying to find my voice. “A...quite a bit,” I finally said, not wanting to lie to her. A sheepish look came over her face for about a second. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop. I was just leaving the bathroom and...yeah.” I was feeling completely out of my element as I motioned uselessly behind me. She looked away, her cheeks actually turning pink. Fuck my life and everything in it. “Well, I’m sorry you had to hear that. I was just...annoyed.” She wouldn’t meet my eyes. Something about seeing such an outspoken girl semi–shy got to me. I found myself biting the inside of my cheek to keep myself from smiling. “It’s ok. From what I gathered, you got stood up.” Anger flared in her eyes for a second. “Yeah. So annoying, too. I went out of my way to be here. Kinda needed to have some fun, too.” And she pouted. She fucking pouted. I’m going to come. I’m going to come and all because of just looking at those lips. Perhaps it was time to get away. No, it had been time to get away awhile ago. Now that I was talking to her, a part of me was actually hesitant to go. I tried to keep my tone conversational even as my lower abs tightened with heat. “I know the feeling. I got stood up, as well.” Her eyes moved back towards me and between their color and those eyelashes, I was almost what you would call enchanted. Like a damned moth. “Who stood you up? Friends?” “My friend and my annoying brother. Good for nothing idiot that he is.” Liv giggled out of nowhere. I kind of wanted to fling myself off a building. Or onto her. Holy fuck. “Well, that sucks. Both of us here and stood up.” She paused after that, a pensive look coming over her face. Then, those big eyes brightened and nearly killed me. She looked back up at me, neck tilted back, and offered me the one thing I knew I wouldn’t be able to refuse. “Wanna hang out upstairs and have a few drinks? At least we both get to say the night won’t be a complete waste, then.”

Allure Magnified

I turned over onto my side, fighting the embarrassing urge that demanded that I hump my hand. Or my bed. Possibly both. Groaning, I kicked off my covers, knowing that the AC was on full blast and there was nothing I could do about the heat. I’d taken a cold shower before going to bed but it hadn’t done anything to help. Fucking myself silly hadn’t done anything, either, so I knew there was no point of going down that avenue again. My fingers just weren’t enough to do anything. I should’ve gone with Liv and Ang to that damned sex shop. Missing Dorian had become a stress test that was out of control. My body had become addicted to the painful, euphoric high of his touch. Without him around, my brain chemistry was loopy, attacking me for not being able to provide it its new favorite drug. There was nothing I could do about it. Hell, Dorian hadn’t wanted to leave. Our goodbye before his business trip had been frantic, passionate... overwhelming and desperate. I’ll never forget the look on his face that night, the way he ground his teeth together as if leaving me was the most painful thing that he’d ever done. The memory of that look sent another lustful pulse of need radiating through my core, one that had me groaning in frustration and rolling my eyes in irritation. I was about to kick the covers completely off and give up on sleep altogether when I heard my phone vibrate on my nightstand. The light it gave off illuminated my dark room. My heart jumped into my throat, making my mouth fall open on a sharp gasp of surprise. Everything in my body went into overdrive. It was pathetic and awe-inspiring all at once. I knew without looking at the caller ID that it was Dorian calling. I sat up with that thought, reaching over to snatch my phone off the nightstand. My fingers shook; I was so clumsy that I almost rejected the incoming call. “He—Hello?” His sharp inhalation brought me close to biting through my lip. “I can’t sleep, Demi.” The rough way he said my name left nothing to the imagination. I opened my mouth to reply...a plaintive sound is what leaked out instead. “I miss you. Too much. More than I fucking should,” he admitted. Funny, I could’ve said the same thing. “It’s been too damned long. How did I think I could do this?” Good question. I’d been asking myself the same thing for nearly two weeks. “Damn it, Demi. Say something. I need to at least hear your voice.” “I need you.” I could do nothing other than gasp out that one miserable truth. My breaths were panting and my nipples grazed my tank top with each one. “God. I need you, too. So much. I can’t think straight anymore.” “Dorian,” I moaned. Jesus, even I could hear the agony sliding across every syllable of his name. I shifted, my thighs pressing together harshly. It did nothing to ease the empty pounding tearing through me. “I’m so hard for you, it hurts to even breathe, girl. Are you wet for me, baby?” “You know I fucking am.” Frustration was riding me hard, feeding an anger that showed itself in my tone. My thighs shifted again, pointlessly rubbing together, seeking the friction that I desperately craved. It just didn’t do any good. Only my hand had offered me any type of relief up until then, and even that was no longer enough to satisfy me. “Baby.” Dorian’s exhalation had me groaning and biting my cheek. “Demi, touch yourself. I need to hear you.” I whimpered and turned onto my side. “I can’t.” My face was pressed into my pillow, my hips all but humping the air. The arousal had turned in on me. What I felt was not only painful but borderline unnatural. How could I want anyone this much? Dorian still hadn’t replied and if he hadn’t been breathing harshly, I would’ve thought that the call had dropped. “Get on the computer.” “What?” I asked. “Get on Skype, Demi. Now.” He’d barely finished his demand and I was already scrambling out of bed. I nearly dropped my phone as I ran the short distance to my desk and ripped my laptop off its surface. Tremors attacked my body at the mere thought of seeing him... I wouldn’t get to touch him but just thinking about seeing his dick had my skin burning hot. Oh God, his beautiful cock that I was dying to touch... “Demi…” “Logging in now,” I said, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Get naked. I want you spread for me as soon as I see you.”

Destructively Alluring

It all happened so fast. I pressed my lips to hers and raw, agonizing sensation exploded. It all rose up and mixed with the muskiest flavor I’d ever tasted. I heard an animalistic growl leave me as I all but swallowed her bottom lip, sucked it in and got lost in the juicy feeling of it. As lost as I was in the sharp stabs of lust that were assaulting my lower abs and cock, I was still expecting her to pull back. Still expecting her to attack me, shove me away, hurt me and run screaming bloody murder out of the office. She didn’t. Demitra was panting against my mouth and she hadn’t moved as I continued to suck her bottom lip. I grabbed it between my teeth, my hands now cupping her small face. I pulled back and bit slightly harder, then soothed where my teeth had just been with my tongue. What happened next floored and ensnared me. Demitra finally moved, a harsh breath leaving her and sliding into me. Her small hands gripped my dress shirt and a sound left her that nearly pushed me to my knees. Next thing I knew, we were stumbling, I was pressing her against the desk, and one of her tiny hands had wrapped around my neck. Lord help me, she brought me closer. And...her tongue. I felt her tongue. “Demi.” I moaned biting her lower lip and using the hold I had on her jaw to coax her mouth open. That delicious sound left her mouth again and she tilted her head, allowing me access and even sliding out her tongue to meet mine as it slid in. This time my knees did jerk. I let go of her face and grabbed her hips hard, groaning into her mouth at the feel of her. 
I’d been unwillingly fantasizing about her for months, touching her now was debilitating. I swirled my tongue around hers, my hands tightening and my fingers sliding an inch back. The curve of her ass called to me but a part of me was afraid to move too fast. Hell, I was already going too fast. But again, she was allowing me to and her taste was sheer intoxication. The way her tongue slid against mine, the movements wet and slightly shy... “Fuck,” I gasped, realizing that while delicious, her movements seemed unpracticed. Uncertain. I breathed deeply, nipping lightly at her bottom lip because I couldn’t bring myself to fully pull away. “Don’t...God, girl. Don’t tell me I just stole your first kiss.” Demitra shook her head, her eyes focused on my mouth with an intensity that made me twitch. “No, I just haven’t...” then she pulled away, a look of embarrassment crossing her face. “Is it that obvious?” Her voice was small when she asked, her cheeks darkening and her stare dropping. “What?” I cupped her chin and forced her to look back up at me. “What are you talking about?” Demitra pulled her face away from me and adjusted her glasses in a move that made my cock impossibly harder. A move I’ve seen so many times over the last few months and one that got me every time. “I’ve only been with one guy...for a little while...” “Stop.” I actually growled, my vision flaring red at the images that her admission caused. My hips thrust into her and my hands became vicious. My chest was still vibrating with remnants of that growl as I pressed my lips to her jaw. I exhaled roughly and tried to bring the irrational and unprecedented jealousy I was feeling under control. Suddenly, my brain was twisting with curiosity that my dick was backing up. After all, he rationalized, we needed to know what we were getting into if we were going to get into it. Jesus, I really am sick. And hard. So hard and aching deep down in my bones. I was anxious to claim the little trembling body against me. “Tell me,” I panted, my teeth grazing her jaw. The sound that left her was a bomb, made specifically to turn the walls of my control into ash. “How far have you gone?...Are you a virgin?” I knew those questions were me taking it too far. I knew it was tactless of me to ask about her sexual history when we were nothing more than employee and employer. Old family acquaintances, at best.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire

Something caught Ismini’s attention, making her turn her head. There was a low sound coming from her far right, and as soon as she took two steps toward it, she knew what it was. Her whole body roared to life, and before she knew it, the mating rushed up on her and she was moving. Ismini walked the length of the balcony with light but hurried steps. She made it halfway around the circumference of the compound when the moonlight illuminated a figure she’d come to recognize so well. Dyletri stood in front of the stone balcony railing, staring off into the night. Ismini knew she should walk away, but something in his expression made it impossible. His shoulders were slumped forward. He looked exhausted in a way that no being like him should have been. Even taking into account the moonlight reflecting off his white hair, Ismini could tell he was too pale. Worry got the best of her, and before she had a chance to think better of it, she was approaching him and calling out his name. “Dyletri?” His entire body went rigid. So much that Ismini feared for a second that he was on the verge of jumping right off the balcony. There was something about him that throbbed with energy, but the way he seemed to tremble and refused to acknowledge her had her taking one more cautious step forward. “Are you okay?” Ismini knew she couldn’t hide the worry. He glanced toward her, most of his face hidden in shadow. She tried to keep her distance, she really did, but her body was rebelling against her in the worst way. Next thing Ismini knew, she was walking closer to him again and the closer she got, the more she saw that he was, in fact, trembling. “I’m serious. What’s wrong?” she asked again, fighting the urge to reach out to him. “Ismini . . . ” Ismini had been told that beings like him couldn’t get sick. But at that particular moment, she was doubting that with every fiber of her being, and the mere thought of something happening to him made her want to die. She wasn’t being melodramatic, either. Vedlyl had explained that if Dyletri did somehow die, Ismini was going with him, no matter what.
A mated being couldn’t live without their mate, plain and simple. “Please. Please tell me what’s wrong.” She continued her advance, not even realizing how odd it was that he was walking backwards. That he seemed to be fleeing from her. Dyletri’s back met the end of the balcony, where the wall was. “I need you to stay back,” he said, his tone menacing. Ismini couldn’t see his face. But she could still see those damned tremors. She couldn’t have forced herself to walk away even if she had wanted to. Dyletri shook his head and stepped away from her. “No. I need you to stay back.” Huh? “I’m serious, Ismini. Stay back!” She was a mere three feet away from him and couldn’t stop. His energy had leaked into the air and was throbbing around her, vibrating and hypnotizing her and drawing her closer. “There’s something wrong with you. You’ve been looking sick for days!” Please, just tell me you’re okay. I’ll force myself to leave somehow . . . just say you’re all right. Ismini stopped in front of him. Past the point of rational thought, she raised her hand and placed it on his shoulder. She had thought he’d done all he would do to imprint himself on her mind and body. Ismini had been so wrong. Moving at top speed, Dyletri grabbed her and turned them both. He pressed her front against the wall he’d just been backed up against. Ismini almost died. The very air she breathed became molten inside her. He was close to her back. Too fucking close. So close Ismini just wanted to whimper and press herself against him. She wanted to rotate her hips and beg him to do something about the ache inside her. Exhaling shakily, she wished there was a way she could dig her nails into something. Anything. The same way his hand was digging into the stone next to her head. Dyletri leaned closer, his face nuzzling her hair. Ismini swore that the strands had developed nerve endings all of a sudden. She felt his touch shooting through them. Up into her scalp. Down into the fabric of her skin. Lower. A gasp left her. She was barely holding on to her sanity. “Dyletri.” His hand, the one that that had been digging into the stone, disappeared. It came back, slamming so hard into the wall that Ismini jumped. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw the cracks spreading out from where his fingers were. Ismini shouldn’t have been able to see those details in the dark, but Dyletri’s skin was glowing again. His veins were lighting up in the same way they had in the alley back on Earth. No, wait, it was more than that. Every individual vein on the back of his hand glowed. Then Dyletri murmured her name. “Ismini . . . ” She shuddered and almost came right there. His voice was seductive against her ear. Her entire uterus throbbed and threatened to leave her body, and the resulting gush was embarrassing. She shook as she fought the urge to force herself on him. There was no way she could ever overpower him, but she wanted to. God, did she want to. Ismini heard the stone on the side of her head crack some more. Heard the stone railing to her left fracturing as well. She should have been frightened by how powerful Dyletri was, but instead, she felt something inside her snap loose. Felt whatever control she had over the mating turn to ash that was swept away and consumed by a tornado of need. She was defenseless. “Ismini . . . stop me. Tell me to stop.” His voice slid into her. There was something in his tone that her body instinctively recognized. Something her body bowed to, but her will refused to obey. “No,” she whispered. “No, I don’t think I want to.”

Monday, August 26, 2013

Meeting Monday~Author Spotlight with N. Isabelle Blanco (Week of 26 August 2013)

Meet N. Isabelle Blanco

N. Isabelle Blanco was born in Queens, NY (USA). At age 3, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she had already begun to read and write. By the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life. An avid reader in her teens, a fascination with Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fanfiction. 

Her on again, off again hobby for the next ten years, she amassed a following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fanfiction realm and try her talent in the publishing world. With three novellas and two novels now under her belt, she now spends her days working as an author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is, when she isn’t handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his future career as a comic book illustrator.

Miss Blanco currently has four books available to purchase:

Destructively Alluring

Dorian Sorenson agreed to take on his longtime family friend’s daughter, Demitra, as an intern. Hell, Stephen Davis had been his father’s friend for years up to his father’s death and he had continued to be close to Dorian. Why not do him the favor? Except, from the moment he sees the girl, now nineteen and definitely ‘growing up’ he’s faced with a huge problem. Huge. The girl might be eleven years his junior but just looking at her shy sexiness has him trapped in an agonizing need that won’t even let him seek relief elsewhere. His body wants her and no one else. And it’s going to have her, whether Dorian likes it or not.

After a torrid but brief kiss in his office, three months into Demitra’s internship, Dorian is left fighting feelings of extreme guilt. It’s very clear that they’re attracted to each other and that Demitra needs him as badly as he needs her but she’s still a young girl working for him. A young girl who happens to be his friend’s daughter. Dorian is determined to fight this need for her, whatever the cost. What he doesn’t count on is one night, one benefit, and Demitra looking unbelievably tempting on the arm of another man. The bets are off when possessiveness strikes hard within Dorian and only a higher power can help them both because now he plans to claim her. Thoroughly.

Addictive Lunacy

Calum Alexander lived his life one way. With purpose and moderation. Everything was set in place and everything happened according to a plan. That is, until his picture perfect engagement falls apart and his crazy brother Lucas gets him to agree to a night out. Calum is left to fend for himself when Lucas decides to bail and ‘fend for himself’ he will need to. A vivacious and obviously young Livana Payne catches his attention and before he knows what’s going on, they end up talking. By the end of the night, Calum is on fire for the impish girl who’s managed to ignite an inferno within him.

Yes, she’s twelve years younger and the complete opposite of what he’d imagined in his life, but he hungers for her in a way that’s frightening. Drunk and surprisingly out of control, he’s dead set on his need to have her. But the moment he accidentally lets it be known that he’s recently single, Livana is having none of it. There is no way she’s getting involved with a man who just broke up with his fiance. No, they were going to have to wait. Calum’s need for her somehow kept growing. As the days went by and he got to know her more, Livana seemed to be stealing all of his sanity. As much as she wants to wait it quickly becomes obvious to Calum that he’s losing his grip to the monster she’d awakened within him. He’s about to lose control and when he does, he knows there’s going to be nothing gentle about what he’ll end up doing to her.

Allure Magnified

It’s been four months since Demitra Davis ended up entangled in the most complicated –albeit gratifying- situation she’d ever thought to find herself in. A situation she isn’t keen to get herself out of. Her now ex-boss, Dorian Sorrenson, is too delicious for her to want to pull herself away from. Yes, he’s the son of her father’s dead best friend. Yes, he was her boss for a few months of her life. Yes, he’s also almost eleven years older, but there was no way Demitra could stop herself from being attracted to him. And that was all before that one night in which Dorian carried her away from the arms of another man and branded her as his.

Although Demitra is no longer working for him, she and Dorian have continued to let their relationship progress in secret while wondering how to let her father know without infuriating him more than he’s bound to be. Dorian has just returned from a month long business trip, and thoughts of telling her father are the farthest from Demitra’s mind. No, she’s missed her man and has to get her hands on him. Their passion continues to escalate as well as the feelings they both have for each other. What neither of them planned on was the spite of Dorian’s ex-lover and how far she’d be willing to go to stir up problems for the two of them. Demitra is worried that their burgeoning relationship won’t be able to hold up under the stress. What she doesn’t count on is Dorian’s feelings for her and how far he is willing to go in order to keep her as his.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire

Dyletri, God of Fertility, has locked away his powers. No woman is allowed to touch him, not until he can return his long-dead lover back to life. All he has to do is sacrifice one human girl, a girl who unlocks his powers and rips his dormant lust right out of his body. Trapped by his promise, Dyletri has no choice but to watch Ismini die, no matter how much he wants her.

Yet the darkness of his calling is spiraling within him, demanding he claim the human as his. If he goes back on his promise, the energy of the Fates will cause untold destruction in the Universe. That doesn’t change how Dyletri’s begun exhibiting symptoms that point to more than just lust. How does he allow Ismini to die when she’s come to own him from the inside out?

Desire and torment spiral into something much darker than obsession, more turbulent than an addiction, and something much more brutal than a mere soul-mating. As a war is being rekindled right under his nose, Dyletri will have to come to terms with a destiny eleven thousand years in the making. He thought he’d known what path his future would take, but he’d been wrong. Now the one woman he truly loves might pay the price for his decision.

Blood Flows Deep in the Empire is the first in a series that will pit free-will against Destiny, Destiny against Fate, and love against brutal desire. Everyone likes to think they have a choice as to who they end up with, but as they rise to face the greatest threat they’ve ever known, even the Gods will learn they have to bend to Destiny’s whim to survive.

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Tantilizing Treasure Tuesday

Today’s pic is offered by Emily Bowden, author at The Writer’s Coffee Shop. Her debut novel is scheduled to be released in April of 2014. It’s a novel based on passion, the art of sex, and how to find fulfillment in one’s body. This image brings all of those notions to the forefront. The smooth angles and taut muscle is amazing, and the males eyes staring through her hair… SWOON!
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Friday, August 23, 2013

Fiery Friday (Author Spotlight~NJ Cole)

Fiery Friday

Character Interview with NJ Cole, Max from Landslide, and Oliver from Midnight Caller

NJ Cole: Welcome Oliver and Max. I thought I’d try something different with this interview. I’m going to show you two a few pics. I’d like to see your reaction to them.

Picture 1
Max: Those candlesticks remind me of the romantic dinner Kenzie and I had in Paris on our last night. We’d made love all day, and going out at night just gave us a chance to share that love in a different way. Now that we’ve gone public, I hope to take her out to restaurants like that all the time.

NJ: That’s lovely, Max. Why are you smirking, Oliver?

Oliver: Well that all sounds great, and I’d love to take my butterfly out to dinner, but when I see those candlesticks, something completely different comes to mind. Have I ever told you about the time that I caught my butterfly right before she left for work?

NJ: Yes, you allowed me to write about it in my book. May I show them an excerpt?

Oliver: Yes, you may.

“Get on all fours, ass facing the window, and keep your shoes on.”

She awkwardly moved to the center of the table and rose to all fours. Her thong, now back in place, was a darker blue from her wetness.

I had her in the perfect position. If I were there, I’d be able to bring us both great pleasure. It could still happen, but she would have to follow orders perfectly. If anyone could do this, it would be my butterfly.

“Remove the candle from the candlestick,” I said in a calm voice.

She hesitated slightly and then took the long candle from the holder. It was a crystal candlestick, long, and cylinder shaped. It was smaller in diameter to some of her toys, but definitely longer. I’d have to make sure she didn’t hurt herself. Her hesitation told me I was pushing her limits.

“What’s the matter, butterfly? Do you think you are too good to use a candlestick to fuck that pussy? That slutty pussy?”

She shook her head.

“Good, then fuck your pussy with it, little one. Show me how much of a dirty girl you are.”

It was like I’d said all the magic words, because her hand flew between her legs and I stifled a groan when the long tapered glass object spread her pussy lips wide. As she moved the cold hard object in and out, she rocked back and forth. It was hot watching her tits sway, but I was afraid for her safety. After all, she was only being held up by one arm.

“Press your breasts to the table,” I ordered.

Instantly, she lowered her body to the table and gasped at the feel of the cool wood on her nipples. This new position made her more stable, and as an added bonus, her ass was higher in the air. She thrust the candlestick in and out, her pussy now dripping, coating her thighs.

“That’s it, babygirl,” I groaned as I moved my hand to her pace.

She whimpered, and I knew she was struggling to hold off her orgasm.

“Does your dirty little pussy like that candlestick?”

“Oh yes!” she wailed.

My cock jumped at her level of vocalness.

“Does that pussy want to come? Do you want to come for me?”

“Please. Oh god. Oh please, Sir.”

She was about to come, whether I let her or not. She’d done everything I’d asked, and with over one hundred years of experience as a Dom, even I was having a hard time holding back, so I decided to have mercy on her.

“Come for me.”

I hadn’t finished speaking before the liquid was spilling from her body. “Oh shit! Oh fuck! Oh Sir! Oh Sir!” she chanted as she rode out her orgasm.

Somewhere in the middle of her calling out, I allowed my own release, groaning as all the tension left my body in thick streams of liquid.

Max: Damn!

NJ: *fanning herself* Alrighty, let’s look at the next pic. 

Picture 2
Oliver: Now that looks like something I’d like to try on my butterfly. I haven’t had a chance to take her that way, but it’s definitely on my to do list.

NJ: Max? Is there something you’d like to tell us?

Max: I love that toy. I actually used one similar to that with Kenzie the first night she gave herself to me as my little girl.

NJ: Tell us!

Max: I grabbed the tube of lube and a small jeweled anal plug from the bag.

“Stay still for Daddy, little girl. I’m going to make your ass even prettier.” I showed her the plug and she gasped, her eyes opening wide. My dick wept at the look on her face. It was a mixture of both fear and reverence.

“Yes, Daddy,” she exhaled.

I moved back behind her and spread her ass cheeks apart with one hand while I began to work the plug in with the other.

“Oh fuck, Daddy,” she moaned as I watched it slide into her ass. Once it was fully seated, she groaned in pleasure.

“Oh you are a very kinky little girl, aren’t you?”

She nodded.

I ran my fingers over her pussy lips, letting them dip just inside the folds. Pressing a slick digit into her, I felt her tight walls clinging to me.

“Please, Daddy,” she begged, wiggling for more. 

NJ: Now this last pic, I think you can both agree on. 

Picture 3
Max: Oh yes. That looks like a naughty little girl. It reminds me of a time where I’d taken my little girl over my knee and spanked her after a chess game.

NJ: Oh yes. That was one hell of a game.

“Checkmate,” I said, smirking at her while taking her king from the board. “Now, little girl, come over here, and lie across my lap. You will get a spanking for each piece you lost…and I count eight.”

I positioned her so that she lay across my knees, my left hand holding her breasts as my right prepared to strike the creamy, supple flesh of her bottom. “Count.”

With each swing of my hand, a loud crack echoed throughout the room, and while I was leaving pink, crisscrossing handprints on her ass with my right hand, my left was alternating between breasts, squeezing and pinching her nipples, making it almost impossible for her to count. When I got to eight, she was panting heavily, but I knew she wanted more…and I wanted to give her more. I already felt a small puddle forming on the front of my pants, but I wanted to see how big it could get. I’d deliberately slapped her ass all eight times on the same cheek for that specific reason. “It seems that this cheek is feeling left out,” I said, pinching her milky white skin. “I’m going to make it match the other.”

I repeated the entire process, leaving brighter pink handprints and squeezing her breasts harder. She was panting for breath by the time I reached seven. Suddenly, the doorbell rang, causing her to cry out.

“Oh, my God,” she said, starting to get up off my lap.

“Little girl, unless you’re planning on answering that door to let whomever it is in here to watch me finish spanking you, I suggest you lie back down.”

She complied quickly, scrambling to lie across my legs again. “Now, you didn’t count that last one, so I’ll do it again.” I brought my hand down hard and fast. She yelped and ground her teeth together saying, “Seven, Daddy.” The doorbell rang a second time as fluid gushed from her body. When I delivered the final slap to her ass, I watched, in amazement at the amount of wetness that left her body. It was clearly evident that she liked the idea of someone watching her get spanked.

Oliver: I remember the first time I spanked my butterfly. It’s when I learned how much she loved spankings. After that, I rarely gave them for punishment.

Max: Tell me about it—they get so wet.

Oliver: I asked my butterfly what she was thinking when I’d given her her first spanking. It had been her first time in the playroom. This is what she told me.

“This, little girl, is the whipping bench,” he said as I felt a piece of furniture in front of me. “Kneel.”

I knelt, my knees touching leather, as did my breasts when he pulled me forward by the leash. My heart began to race, not knowing what would come next.

As if sensing my panic, he calmed me by explaining what would happen. “I will use my hand today, little one, and only deliver five punishment strokes.”

Did he mean he was going to spank me? I hadn’t received a spanking since I was four-years-old. I didn’t have to wonder for long because his hand made contact with my ass, and the slap echoed in the room. It hurt, which I expected. What I didn’t expect was the tingle I felt on my clit with each blow. I moaned at the combination of pain and pleasure each time his hand came in contact with my ass. It was over before it began, and I was almost disappointed. When he was finished, he pulled me back upright.

“Now, you will stay still, little one, or I will find a less desirable punishment. Perhaps I will leave you here alone for a while, since it is evident by the wetness running down your legs that you enjoyed that more than it punished you.” 

NJ: Wow, that was amazing. If you want to hear more about Oliver and his butterfly or Max and his little girl, check out these links: 


Midnight Caller:

Wednesday, August 21, 2013

The Works Wednesday (Author Spotlight~NJ Cole)

From the desk of NJ Cole:

Released May 2013
Midnight Caller Excerpt:

There I was, nearly twenty-four hours after the mysterious phone call, lying in bed with my favorite toy at my fingertips. I masturbated almost every night. Though I didn't always pleasure myself in the same way or use the same toy, I usually did it in my bed with my curtains wide open. I guess you could say I’m a bit of an exhibitionist. I lived on the fourteenth floor of a large apartment building where the western wall was entirely made of glass. Now, I'm not crazy.

Though I liked to fuck with the curtains wide open, I kept my lights off. I could see out, but no one could see in. It was erotic, yet safe.

The first time it happened was an accident, really. I’d been sitting in the living room reading a romantic novel, and my hand slipped up into my shirt. My fingers lazily played with my nipple, rubbing and gently tugging while I read. I’m not sure how long I was like that, but when I looked up, it had grown dark outside and I realized that anyone could see right into my apartment since I had the lights on.

I pulled my hand quickly from my top and glanced around nervously to see if any of the people in the apartment building across the street had seen me. As I scanned the apartments, I saw a man quickly turn and look away. There was an obvious bulge in his sleep pants.

I should have been upset, mortified even, but instead, I felt wetness gather between my legs. I ran to the shower to wash away my shameful response, but ended up pleasuring myself under the scalding water, imagining him masturbating while watching me.

For weeks after that, I’d imagine different guys watching me finger fuck myself while I was in the shower. I imagined being a stripper at a club where men would get aroused by my dancing.

Hell, I even imagined being in one of those peep show rooms I had read about, where women have sex and men pay to keep the curtain open. I imagined it all.

Yet imagining wasn’t enough, and though I didn’t have the courage to actually do it, I compromised by masturbating with the curtains open and the lights off. I knew in theory that people couldn’t see me, but I could see them, and that was hot.

I’d been doing it for over a year now, and I loved it each and every time. That guy I’d seen watching me the first time had moved out a while back, but it didn’t matter; it was the idea that someone—a complete stranger—could be watching me that got me off.

As I lay there thinking about all the people in the apartments across the boulevard from mine, I let my hand slip up inside my top. What if the call last night hadn’t been a wrong number? My nipple got hard beneath my fingertips at the mere thought. What if there had been a man actually watching me? I gave my sensitive skin a gentle tug. What if he was watching me now? I tugged harder, moaning in pleasure.

It had been over two years since I'd had a boyfriend, and at that time, I had no idea what I liked in bed.

Since then, I'd learned a lot about what I liked from pleasuring myself. One thing that I seemed to love was a bit of pain with my pleasure.

My other hand moved lower and slipped in between my slick folds. I groaned in pleasure. I wasn't surprised that my fingers found my clit slightly swollen, or that within a minute, it was throbbing. Like I said, I know what I like, and imagining this man, my midnight caller, watching me was definitely helping.

My fingers picked up the pace, and the gentle rubbing of my clit turned to rapid flicking and finally to rough tugging of the over sensitive bud. I grabbed for my toy and clicked it ‘on’. Without playing around, I thrust it into my dripping pussy. I began pounding it into myself, causing my back to arch and a light perspiration to cover my skin. I felt my climax start to build, and I slowed my pace to drag it out a bit longer. After a few more torturous minutes, I fell over the edge.

I lay there panting with a cheesy grin on my face, enjoying the post orgasmic high. Lazily, I glanced over at the phone. See, nothing to worry about. Just as the thought popped into my head, the phone began to ring.

I considered not picking it up, but I'm not a coward. I took a deep breath, slowly picked up the receiver and brought it to my ear.

"That was beautiful, butterfly."

Released August 2013
Excerpt from Landslide:

Opening the door to the suite, I found a beautiful creature in my bed with the hottest body I’d ever seen. She was wearing white thigh highs, a short plaid skirt, and a white top. It was a classic school girl outfit and I loved it. Everything about her was perfect, but everything about her was wrong.

“Mackenzie! What the hell are you doing?”

“I’m giving you your birthday present, Senator Joseph.”

The way she said my name made my dick rock hard again.

“Mackenzie, this is completely inappropriate.”

“Who gives a fuck if it’s appropriate or not,” she said, rubbing her thighs together. “And I know you want me. I saw how you were looking at me earlier. I even know what you’re into.”

My stomach dropped. Could she mean she knew about my sexual preferences? “What are you talking about?”

“Oh, I know. I overheard my father talking once.” She got off the bed and walked over to me, her eyes never leaving mine as she crossed the room. She grabbed hold of my tie and began running her fingers over it. “I know exactly what you are into, Senator Joseph.”

“Mackenzie, you’re what…sixteen years old?” I questioned, grabbing her wrist and removing her hand from my tie.

“Sixteen? You sent me a graduation present last year,” she laughed. “I’m nineteen. My birthday was just last week.”

She was legal. I’m sure she said more, but all I heard was that she was nineteen. I had also caught something else she said a moment ago. She’d mentioned that she knew what I was “into,” and I needed to know what she meant.

“What is it you think I’m into?” I asked with more authority than I felt at that moment.

“You like to tie up little girls and fuck them. Isn’t that right, Senator?”

Her words made my dick twitch. The summary wasn’t exactly accurate; I didn’t like actual little girls, just women in their early twenties who were willing to dress up for my fantasies. What I gathered from her statement, though, was that she wasn’t repulsed; she sounded excited at the thought.

There were a million reasons I shouldn’t do this. She was barely legal. She was the daughter of my top advisor…and best friend. I wasn’t prepared. We didn’t have any sort of contract. I had no clue what her limits were. It just seemed wrong, yet all of that flew out the window when she looked up at me and licked her lips.

“Don’t you wanna tie me up and fuck me, Senator Joseph?”

Consequences be damned. I wasn’t thinking with my head, I was thinking with my dick. And my dick wanted her. “On your knees, little girl,” I commanded harshly.

She dropped to the floor instantly; when she did, I walked around her and pulled her hands behind her back. “So you want to be tied up? To offer yourself to me? To please me?”

“Yes,” she panted.

“Yes, what?” I asked, removing my tie.

“Yes, Sir,” she moaned.

“Yes, Daddy,” I corrected.

“Yes, Daddy.”

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Wednesday Word: Author to Author's Newsletter

Wednesday Word

  Author To Author’s Newsletter August 21, 2013

Writing & Publishing Tips

821ww“I have this great idea! See, there’s a villain, and he’s got a hideout in a gravity-shelter underground on this other planet. And there’s a hero, right? And he’s got psychic abilities and then they fight and a war breaks out and they hide from nuclear fallout and then the villain dies. Isn’t that a great story?“

Believe it or not, I have been approached with…a variety of scenarios over the years. Not this one precisely, but others that have been outlandish, disorganized and most enthusiastically presented. The hopeful writer is generally convinced that their idea is amazing and original and mind-blowing. And indeed, it may be. But it lacks … well… It lacks discipline.

I tell authors about self-discipline often. To me, this is one of the KEY MUST-HAVES if one wants to work as a writer. DISCIPLINE. It does not mean spanking or whips or chains…so just tug your mind out of the gutter. Discipline means a structure for growth. For development. A writer needs that. So does her story. Do you think this kind of artwork happens without a plan? By no means. The macrame artist has a plan. She monitors the tension in each strand of string, braiding and designing and crafting knots at the appropriate intervals. She does this knowing there will be a support, or that it will hang “just so” and works to make sure the structure of the creation will work. The pattern is secure. There aren’t a bunch of oddly spaced loose ends dangling without form or function. This is a work of art and it requires discipline to achieve. Just like a novel.

There are many ways to achieve the balance of tension necessary to achieve a work of fiction that is coherent and comprehensive. One way is to outline. Another is to put different pieces together – like a quilt – and work the pieces into a glorious whole. But both ways require some planning. Some idea of what the final product will look like. For me, I HAVE TO KNOW where I will end up before I get much beyond chapter one when I write. I might write one chapter just because an idea won’t let me go. But if it goes much beyond that…I want to know where my story is stopping. Then, I make a plan to get there.

Contributed By Author to Author Member, Contributing Writer, and Author, Sandi Layne. Originally posted on her blog, on May 2, 2013.

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Tuesday, August 20, 2013

Tantilating Treasure Tuesday!

In the modern age, millions of wonderful artwork is at our fingertips, waiting to give us inspiration in our writing. Erotic images are some of the best muses for authors like us, so we have put together a post featuring some of our favorite steamy images. Some remind us of our characters, some have just sparked the plot bunnies. Either way, we offer this delectable artwork for the viewing pleasure of our fans.

Monday, August 19, 2013

Monday Meeting~Author Spotlight with NJ Cole (Week of 19 August 2013)

 Meet NJ Cole

NJ Cole is a witty, mid-western girl with a kinky side. She works by day and writes by night, all while being a mother to her wonderful boys and serving her Sir. Unlike many of today’s authors, she chooses to write in first person, allowing the readers to experience life through the eyes of the unique characters that live in her head. Her love of those characters and respect for their stories come through loud and clear in her writing. With over two million reads of her online work in the past six months, NJ Cole is clearly an up and coming author.

She currently has two books out and ready for purchase.

Midnight Caller (Released May 2013)

     Rebecca Summers enjoys pleasing herself with the curtains open. When a mysterious stranger calls to tell her that he is watching, fantasy becomes reality as she begins to perform for him. Following his instructions over the phone while he watches from afar, she finds herself craving more.
     Oliver Durant has always been drawn to humans to exert the dominance and control his kind needs to feel alive. While secretly observing her and calling nightly, he can’t seem to get enough of Rebecca, whom he refers to as butterfly. His urges with her are stronger than the need to dominate, as he is driven to possess her in every way.
     Both of their worlds are turned upside down when they finally meet and she agrees to enter into a Dominant/submissive relationship with her Midnight Caller.

Landslide (Released August 2013)

     Senator Maxwell Joseph has it all—money, power, and good looks—the trifecta when it comes to attracting the ladies. He even has women willing to be tied up, spanked, and completely at his mercy, all while calling him Daddy, fulfilling his secret fantasy. On the night of his thirty-fifth birthday, Max finds a goddess waiting for him in his hotel room. She is beautiful, sexy, and very willing, yet the fruit she offers is very forbidden. Not only is she barely legal at nineteen, but she also happens to be the daughter of his best friend and political advisor.
     Mackenzie Wade has had a crush on the senator for years. When an overheard phone call affords her the opportunity she needs to make her fantasies a reality, Kenzie jumps at the chance, offering herself as a birthday gift.
     Throwing caution to the wind, Max gives in to temptation and gives them both what they have been yearning for—a night filled with ropes, floggers, and toe-curling sex. Although satiated, one night of passion isn’t enough for either of them, and they begin a clandestine affair.
     For Maxwell, the solid ground on which he’s built his career starts to shift as his hopes and dreams for the future begin to change. In what can only be described as a landslide, Max holds on tight to the only thing that he can—Kenzie. He goes on the ride of his life, knowing all along that in the end, he may have to make a gut-wrenching decision between the woman of his dreams and a path to the White House. 

If you're interested in learning more about NJ Cole and her books, check her out at one of the following links: