Thursday, 28 March 2013

Welcome Author Casey Sheridan

Thank you Emelia, for inviting me to your blog.  I am honored to be here.

When I had a blog, I used to do something I called Funny Words and Phrases. I would take funny words and phrases I've heard for certain body parts and acts, and then put them into a fun paragraph.

Since my erotic, short story, Corporate Spy, has a scene with masturbation I decided to use words and phrases for masturbation, specifically male masturbation.

Join me now for Funny Words and Phrases: Male Masturbation:
How many men out there admit to "playing tag with the pink torpedo"?
I have a feeling there's not many that are open about their "polishing the rocket".
Some of us women find it highly erotic to watch their man "feel in his pocket for his big hairy rocket. It can be a huge turn-on to see him "climb mount baldy”.
Let's face it, the whole purpose for "straining the main vein" is "to make the hooded cobra spit".  All of that can be some of the sexiest things to witness.

Tell me, what funny words or phrases have you heard, or used, for masturbation? And, ladies, do you find it erotic to watch a man "run his hand up the flagpole"?


Sent to steal a secret file, Aimee breaks into the apartment of Bill James, the handsome employee of a rival company. But before she can get her hands on the file, Bill returns home unexpectedly.
Is Aimee caught in the act? Or is it mission accomplished?

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Casey Sheridan is the author of sensual erotica. She has been published by Breathless Press and Cobblestone Press, and has appeared on The Erotic Woman and RSVP-Erotica.                         

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Wednesday, 20 March 2013

Welcome Author Shandra Miller

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus -- yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

You can follow Shandra here:
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You can also join her Lethal Obsession Blog Tour -- There you’ll find contests and giveaways, and a chance at winning a $20 Amazon gift card and an e-copy of all of her published fiction! 

A synopsis

Angela Martin is chief detective for the Moose Creek, N.C., police department, when a possible murder call comes in. At the scene she finds the body of a woman, hanging from hands bound overhead, eyes blindfolded, mouth gagged. Red whip marks crisscross the woman’s buttocks, the back of her legs. She recognizes the scene, knows exactly what happened to the woman before she died, because Det. Angela Martin was bound and blindfolded, gagged and whipped exactly as this woman had been. By a man she met on line.

A killer.

A master whose power over her is so strong she’s willing to risk everything – her career, even her life – to be with him again.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a novel of desire and domination, suspicion and fear, and the mysterious way those emotions mingle into an inescapable pull, one that might cost Angela her life. 

An excerpt

“Are you ready?”
His voice was still soft, emotionless.
“Yes,” she whispered.
Angela looked around the hotel room. It was a basic, cheap room – particle board dresser, large TV on top, a small desk next to it. In the space behind the door was an area designated as the closet. Her clothes hung there. She had locked her gun and ID inside the car, hidden away. On the nightstand sat her work phone – the one that would signal their time together must end if it buzzed.
She glanced back to the mirror over the dresser. Staring back was a person she recognized – physically, that is. It also might just have well been a stranger. She wore a red chemise. The front plunged so low that her breasts nearly spilled out. It was so short barely any of her legs were covered. Underneath she wore nothing.
“Door unlocked?”
Angela went to her knees.
“Blindfold yourself.”
Angela placed the phone on the floor, next to her, covered her eyes with the scarf, tied it securely behind her head. She felt for the phone, put it back to her ear.
“Excuse me?”
“Sorry, done, Mr. Tanner.”
“Now the handcuffs.”
“Mr. Tanner, I cannot…will not be able to pick up the phone to let you know I’ve done that.”
“Just do it. I’ll be there when I decide you’ve had enough time.”
Angela put the phone down, felt for the handcuffs – she had purchased separate ones for use with Mr. Tanner, not wanting to risk even the slightest chance using department-issued ones could lead back to what she was doing. She snapped the cuffs around her left wrist, put her hands behind her back, paused for a few seconds, and then snapped the other cuff around her right wrist.
Oh god.
That was the only thought that formed, mingling with fear and a burning, almost primal sense of anticipation.
Angela wondered what she would look like to Tanner. She was kneeling, but not up on her knees. Instead, her legs were folded under her, her butt resting on her heels. She wasn’t sure if that’s how he meant for her to be, or if she should rise up on her knees, as she did in church as a little girl.
She waited, tiny trembles shaking her body every so often. How long? It seemed as if she had been there seven, eight, maybe even ten minutes, but Angela knew the time was probably much less. Waiting, in the dark, helpless, with a probable killer coming to have his way with her, time seemed to stretch and slow down.
I shouldn’t be here.
The thought stabbed through the haze of desire and mystery and fear, like the sudden emergence of a traffic light in a thick fog.
I need to get out.
Just as her body was about to respond to the thought, to rise up from her kneeling position, she felt lips press against her left thigh; fingers play lightly along her right one.
Oh my god.
She had heard nothing – Tanner, apparently, excelled at stealth as well as he did at understanding how to control her body, her feelings and emotions.
Please what? Please go on? Please take me? Please release me?
“Mr. Tann—”
Fingers pressed against her lips. Not hard, but firmly, enough to silence her.
As quickly as they had pressed against her mouth they were gone, then she felt them again…both of his hands, on her thighs, playing up and down her legs, massaging, caressing, his lips like feather touches across her chest, kissing, tongue licking, playing along her mostly exposed breasts.


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Saturday, 9 March 2013

Evie's Pleasure

It's been a while but here’s another short excerpt from my WIP.


It took some time for them to return to normal. 

“Evie,” Antonio whispered against her ear.

The warmth of his breath made her shiver, and she looked into his fathomless blue eyes. 

“We better get back to work and let the buyers in, don’t you think?”

She nodded, feeling a little embarrassed.  She had never done anything like this at work before.  And this was a new job.

After cleaning up in the office bathroom, Evie smoothed down her clothes.  She walked back to the office where Antonio was waiting.

His smile caused her heart to flutter.

“You have a glow in your cheeks,” he said, as he reached for her.  He gave her a small peck on the lips.  “Let’s go.”

She followed him out to the gallery and clenched her hands together nervously.  She hoped no one would notice her discomfort.

Antonio walked off to the entrance and his manager, Matteo, spoke to him sharply before he turned her way.

She swallowed the lump in her throat as Matteo made his way to her.

“Well, congratulations,” he said snidely, “You’ve set a new record.”

“What do you mean?” she said with a lift of her chin.

He glanced at his watch.  “You’ve known Antonio for less than three hours and you’ve already spread your legs.”

Embarrassment flushed her cheeks.  There was nothing she could say to refute his words.

“I thought with your qualifications that I wouldn’t have to go through this again,” he remarked.

She frowned, becoming annoyed by his tone.  “What do you mean by that?”

He stared at her with blazing brown eyes.  “Antonio fucks all his assistants.”

Saturday, 2 March 2013

Naughty or Nice - Kari Lee Harmon

Thought I would share a novel I enjoyed. 

My Short Review: 4 and a half Stars. A fast-paced enjoyable read with likeable characters and an unusual setting.  A page-turner.

Being nice is safe, and being naughty is overrated, but getting McScroogy to find the joy in Christmas is beginning to sound oh so merry.

Samantha Darling, Boston advertising executive, has spent her life making a list and checking it twice, but she’s through being nice. All being nice got her was a broken heart when her fiancĂ© cheated on her last Christmas Eve, ruining her favorite holiday, and then ran off with the small town boutique owner. After one too many All Powerful Peppermintinis, Samantha decides to give naughty a try. She breaks into the shop in Redemption Massachusetts and puts her spin on the Christmas display in the front window.

Only, the window doesn’t belong to Stowe’s Boutiques, it belongs to Snow’s Antiques, and Nathan Snow is none too pleased. This was his year to win the Best Christmas Window display contest against his rival, but Samantha ruined it. While he might not like Christmas, he knows winning this contest will bring in business. He makes Samantha a deal. Create a winning display by Christmas Eve, and he won’t press charges.

Samantha has no choice but to agree and has learned her lesson, but finds a bonus in her punishment. The challenge of getting the scrooge to find the joy in Christmas. Except losing her heart wasn’t part of the deal.

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