More Time Wasting

Even with all the social media sites out there, more keep popping up. Crawling out of the woodwork to tempt us *me* and keep us *me* hooked on shit and wasting time. I try my best to stay off those damn things, because God knows, there's not enought time in the day to do all the mess I gotta do. With writing and family and the day job, I mean, I have no time to play around on Twitter and Facebook.

But I do.

Because those bastards are just plain addicting.

Right?

I don't do the rest. FB and Twitter are my main ones, but I recently discovered Pinterest.

OMG! It's awesome and time consuming as hell.

Have you heard about/tried Pinterest? You should. Or maybe stay away from it. It's not the like the othe's first off. Consider it a board in your house that you pin things to, swatches, interesting pics, fave colors. Stuff like that. It keeps you organized and it's too damn fun.

Check out my boards, where I pin food, drinks, my characters inspirations and any old thing that catches my fancy. I know, I'm sending you into the Lion's den, but come on...live a little.

VD

How to celebrate Valentine's Day like a vampire

-blood red roses: these should be given to your valentine at the beginning of the date and their petals should be spread over the intended place of romance, whether that is a bed or a bath or a carpet in front of a fire perhaps

-blood red wine: this will loosen silly inhibitions and heat the body making it pleasant to take off clothing and feel each other's touch

-blood red velvet cake: this sweet treat fed to your valentine will be a sensuous foreplay if done right

Valentine's Day done right, the vampire way :) well if a vampire could consume wine and cake...

Happy Valentine's Day to all human and not

Valentine's Day Blog Hop and More...

This weekend kicks off the With Love Valentine's Day blog hop. Over 260 authors, tons of prizes inclusing gift cards, chocolate, jewelry and ebooks. I'm participating and two lucky commenters wins their choice of my backlist. Check it out by starting at my blog.

On the news front, I signed a contract this week so it's official: Love the Sinner, my M/M gay-for-you novel, has been contracted by Ellora's Cave. Awesome sauce!! Can't stop grinning.

And...

Make Me Burn, the follow up to my bestselling, Make Me Sweat, was also contracted last week by Evernight Publishing. It is also M/M. Blurbs are on my recently over-hauled website. Busy me ;-)


Happy Valentine's Day to the lovers!! Keep it sexy, make it wicked.


R.I. P Whitney Houston

Far From The Usual

I bring delicious cover goodness and blurb for my upcoming novella, Far From The Usual. Evernight Publishing has contracted this interracial story for a tentative April release date.

He’s her ex’s brother, yet Arden Windham aches to be in Cam Mercer’s arms. The man is rude and obnoxious, his blue eyes cold and unfeeling, but he makes her body melt. Being with ex-con Cam is nowhere in her plans, not if she wants the affection she’s worked so hard to gain from her overbearing father. Still, Cam’s touch is unlike anything she’s ever felt and Arden finds herself having to choose between her wants and her needs.

 
Cameron Mercer is his family’s black sheep, a man apart. For six months he watched Arden waste her time with his twin and now she’s free, he’s not waiting another minute. He’s on a campaign to get her off the tight rope she’s been walking. There’s a rebel behind that smooth façade and he’s on a mission to set Arden free. Too bad she insists on putting up a fight.


COMING SOON from Evernight Publishing

How To Survive In A Vampire Neighborhood

Ooookay. By the instructions on "Ten Ways To Recognize A Vampire Neighborhood" I gave you last time, you've determined that you might be in trouble. Now what can you do about it?

Obviously, you could simply move. But that takes time to prepare, time you might not have, unless you're willing to desert your present life and burn all your bridges. Because, if the Vampires learn you've found out about them, they might not want to let you go, or worse, might want to follow you to make sure you won't pass on what you've learned.

Is there any other option for you? Of course there is, and that's what this blog is about.

Let me first recap the ultimate goals:

First, you don't want to be bitten.
Second, obviously, you don't want to be transformed.
Third, you still want to live a normal life.

Luckily, there are a number of things you can do. Some are obvious, some may surprise you.

1. Be careful about going out at night, be selective about your company and make sure you never come home alone after sunset. If they can't get you alone, Vampires may look for easier prey.
2. Don't invite any strangers into your house after sunset. Tell them to return around noon. Only if you've seen them walking in sunlight, they may visit you late.
3. The same applies to new friends. Don't bring them home from bar or dance on the same night. Tell them you're old-fashioned and want to meet for a coffee (around noon) before inviting them to your place… or following them to their place.
4. Another option is to eat lots of garlic. This makes you less attractive to a Vampire, however, it also makes you less attractive to the ordinary human lover. It's a tradeoff, and if you re-read my statements above, I didn't promise you an easy way out, right?
5. Start wearing gothic neckwear and wristwear yourself, especially the stuff with spikes. This gives you a few seconds during which a hungry Vampire must search for another place to bite - perhaps the soft skin of your thighs? Yeah, sturdy leather pants help, too.
6. Wearing black and covering your neck might lead a Vampire to the misconception you're already engaged with another - he/she might check this first before approaching you and taking chances with a superior Vampire. However, this only lasts for a while.
7. On the other hand, when it comes to colors, avoid red and white. See my blog entry on "What To Wear At A Vampire Ball" for details.
8. Carry a wooden stake with you and begin to train how to use it. Also train your state of mind: You must be willing to kill a sentient, even if undead, being in order to save your own life, and you must do it the gory way. It needs a lot of effort to penetrate skin with a wooden stake, and if you hesitate, you're busted.
9. Re-read the "Ten Unusual Ways To Kill A Vampire" and start obtaining the necessary tools.
10. Buy a Car Vampires Like. See my previous blog to learn how this may help you.

These hints may buy you time, if not your life. However, there's no guarantee. In the end, they're the predators, and we're the prey. Sorry.

___snap___


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It has begun...again

She did it! She started writing #7...again....she started it a while back then decided to take some kind of lame sabatical or some shit. But she is back at it and making some very nice progress if you ask me. This will be a very good story I know, have read her notes and talked with the important parties myself, of course. Lots of passion in there, I can't wait to see how it all turns out.

Other than that....what an uneventful week in my life. May need to make more of an effort to get out and stir up some fun. Maybe I should strut myself into a night club, freak out some humans with my....unnatural abilities....hmmm wonder how much Paxton would complain if I did that? I think the fun might be worth his annoyance...

Sexy Selene....

It may come as no surprise, but I love the Underworld movies. Tight leather, fangs, fur...oh god that's good. If I could become a part of the human world, I would want to be a part of hers...oh I know she is fiction, but hell most people think I am fiction too! So why not? I want a sexy Selene of my own....

So if anyone knows where I can get one, I am certain Tarquin won't mind me bringing her home.

On another note I am going to resort to threats, promises and fang bareing if my author doesn't get her ass back in gear soon and get to writting that next story. She has been far too distracted lately and I just won't stand for it much longer! There are far too many of our stories that need to be told for her to sit around doing other things, doesn't she realize how important we are? Damn...humans and their odd priorities....

Make a WickedlySexy Stop

Howdy, folks. I'm busy, busy, trying to finish up a naughty novella I started last week, so I'll keep it brief...yeah?

I'm part of a multi-author blog, much like this one, and we're holding our Grand Reopening right now. Seven authors, multiple posts and multiple ways for you to win some awesome reads. Head on over to WickedlySexyWriters, comment on each author's post and you'll be entered in our drawing.

Follow us. Comment. And you'll be winning big.

Simple stuff ;-)

We strive to keep things Wicked and all kinds of Sexy for you, so stop by sometime. It's all good...make that Wicked!

Time....

Why is time such an obsession for humans? I don't understand why they spend so much time caring about time. I watch them check their watches and check their phones and check schedules and calendars. So much time, so much effort money and planning goes into the human obsession with the passage of time. As if it matters, as if they can somehow control its passage by reining it in. Perhaps that is it, more than an obsession with time, it is the human obsession with control that is the issue. Time is one of those things that is inevitable and uncontrollable unchangeable and untouchable...and humans just can't stand that.

If they had more, what would they do with it? If they could live as long as my kind, what would they do? They still couldn't control the passage, but would they cease to care, as my kind has done? Would they relax, slow down and actually enjoy the life they live instead of spending all their time, worrying about the time?

Doubtful...humans are determined to waste what they have given to them.

Getting There

I'm back from death's door. Not quite 100% but I'm getting there. What's up with you nice folk? I have to dig myself out from under a huge pile of things to do. One thing though, I started a new story a few days ago. One that has nothing to do with all the other WIPs I have waiting to be finished.

It is what it is.

I promised myself I'd take things slow and cut down--way down--on the millions of things I always set myself up to do. It takes away from writing and gets me cranky. A cranky A is not a good thing. My wrting goals aren't really complex: Just write, damn it! Gotta churn out those stories all while side-stepping the many obstacles floating around.

I can do it. I think. I'll need music though, and coffee. Lot's of both.

In the meantime, there's a giveaway happening over at my blog. Hop over, comment, and you can win a copy of one of the books in Lorraine Nelson's Thunder Creek Ranch series. A wonderful series you must read.

My girl is back!

That’s right, UNDERWORLD AWAKENING opens on 1.20.12 and I’ll be there to greet Selene into this new world.

Sucks to be Sick

I'm severly under the weather, been sick for practically forever it seems. This mini-post is just to say hi, yep, I'm still here and I have no idea when I'll be back to my former self.

I'm over at Goddess Fish Party today with In Wicked Chains, sharing excerpts and giving away a copy. Swing by if you have the time. Now, I'm crawling back under my covers.

Being sick...sucks :(

Ten Ways To Recognize A Vampire Neighborhood

During the last months, I’ve given some advice to those who consider becoming a creature of the night. Now let me focus on those who prefer sunlight – perhaps because I’ve convinced you that it’s a bad idea?

Okay. If you don’t want to become Vampire prey – or be transformed – you shouldn’t just know how to kill a Vampire (that’s where we started from, remember?), but in the first place need to recognize if you’re in danger or not. So let me summarize some clues to find out if you live in a Vampire neighborhood.

1. The hospital’s blood preservations have been plundered.

2. Your neighbor’s cat or dog disappears without a trace. Ask around if that’s a pattern. If you live in a rural area, also investigate about live stock.

3. It’s getting worse if people disappear, leaving the police clueless. Even if you don’t like that particular neighbor, or even if nobody liked him or her, that might not be a good sign.

4. Be wary if there are pale people in dark clothes you only see at night. It’s okay if your neighbor works night shifts, and if the youth in your area tends to gothic style, you may have trouble to spot the difference, but you better find out.

5. The consumption of garlic has increased? Maybe other people already know something, and you don’t? Improve your intel.

6. Some young and pretty people in the street are wearing a scarf all the time. Maybe they have a cold, or maybe they’re covering the bite marks of their nocturnal lover. Who can tell?

7. Even worse, if those people show a strange grin. Those mortal companions may have had sex with a Vampire lately.

8. You hear the rush of wings in the air, shadowy figures sneak around your house at night. On the next morning – you don’t go checking outside at night, do you? – you find footprints starting or ending in the middle of your lawn.

9. Your spouse shows a strange behavior, including sleepwalking, especially at full moon.

10. Someone’s knocking at your back door during a full moon night, and when you open, he or she shows his/her fangs. Now you know for sure.

Next time I’ll elaborate on some survival tips. Stay tuned.

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"Like mother, like children, the proverb goes. But what does that mean if both mothers are living legends? There’s not much time for the Lioness’ pack to find out before Earth is bound to be destroyed in a war carried out with no holds barred."

2012

I may see more new years than a human but that doesn't make the transition any less special. I am looking forward to a wonderful one for myself, my family, my author and all of my friends.

I have been away....lax in my blogging but I will resolute to be back on track and telling my story here every week. There is so much going on in my world, and there are parts of that that I even am willing to share with you all....

So look forward to seeing my ass here every monday regularly as it used to be. Happy 2012 to you all!

It's A New Year!!

Happy New Year to you awesome folks! May this one bring you all you aspire for and to, and more.

Who's breaking out the list of resolutions? Not I. I never keep those damn things. Still, I do have goals I aim to reach. No, I won't be telling you. I barely even say my dreams and goals out loud.

I'll tell you what I'll be doing for sure...writing. Eating cake. I mean, you did see that one coming, right? You can catch me in front of my computer writing while I eat cake. It's a gift.

Enjoy your New Year. Keep it safe. Keep it fun.


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My New Years gift to you

I fear that as another year approaches, I still won’t find the answers I seek. It is difficult to exist as long as I have and not become bored with the partial intelligence that the smartest of the humans posses.

Case in point: New Years Eve is just a stone throw around the corner and many humans will get drunk and drive. In my humble opinion, that is intelligence at its lowest point.

Now, I know a lot of humans who do have an intelligence worth speaking of and for you I have a gift. My gift to you is Amnesty from my fangs this New Years Eve Weekend.

Happy 2012 New Year!

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Merry Christmas!

Merry Christmas, y'all!! I hope you enjoy the Holiday with family and friends and get all the things you've wished for.

I'll be hanging with the in-laws--cause where else would I be?--and stuffing my face with food. Good times. I haven't hit up Santa for anything this year, but for god's sakes, don't be shy if you feel like sending me some pie. I will not hate you ;-)

One of my Publishers, Total E Bound, is having a huge XMas sale and I feel duty bound to let you know about it. My Para/shifter novella, Till Abandon is with them, so now's your chance to treat yourself to some of my dirty stuff. LOL.

I know, always gotta sneak in some talk about dirty.

Laters!!

Hops Galore!!

It's been a very busy weekend and it's not over yet. I'm participating in two blog hops this weekend and it's been insane. I'll just point you in their direction and allow you to comment to win BIG!!

First Hop: The Stuff Your Stockings Christmas Blog Hop.

Today, Dec 18 is your last day to visit the over 190 authors taking part in this awesome hop and comment to win.

‎190+ Authors!!! $450+ In Gift Cards to Amazon, B&N, ARe, and Other Publisher Sites, 150+ In Ebooks of all heat levels, Jewlery, Gift Baskets, Christmas Ornaments, and all kinds of goodies! 

Start at my blog 


Second Hop: What's Your Craving?

Secret Cravings Publishing, is celebrating their one-year anniversary with a multi-author, month-long, hop. The event begins Dec 16 and runs through to Jan 19. You can find the complete list of authors HERE.

My post is up and you can still comment to win.


Enjoy and good luck! 

Santa is a Vampire...

I swear its true! Here is my evidence....

His favorite color is blood red....hello obvious one there

He only works at night....ummm duh

He is fast enough to get around the world in a night...okay vamps aren't that fast but hey he could be some special breed I've never heard of before

He can get into your head and know if you've been good or bad....a sip of blood perhaps and he knows all about you? Could be

I am not positive, but it makes damn good sense to me! Also would explain why he has never visited my house on Christmas Eve.............I would catch him and bite him for trespassing

More Wicked...

Hiya, guys. Here's another peak at In Wicked Chains. It's at eXtasy and Amazon.

Everyone has secrets. Some people simply bury theirs deeper. Kingston Hughes is one of those. Painful childhood memories plague him, sending him spinning out of control and running from any kind of commitment. He pretends not to feel the pain and loneliness while indulging in sexual encounters with nameless, faceless women.

With the twist of a doorknob, his carefully cultivated façade is shaken by the woman he’d forbidden himself to need.

The daughter of a recently slain mobster, Elina Vicente has secrets, too. They weigh her down, stealing her strength and her dreams. She’s developed an unhealthy crush on Kingston though he’s never looked at her as anything but his sister’s quiet friend. When she walks in on him in a compromising embrace, Elina seizes the chance to move Kingston from her dreams and into her arms.

For only the second time in her life, Elina takes something just for her, but try as she and Kingston might, they can’t prevent their pasts from intruding. Shadows of pain and bitterness rise with a vengeance and the lovers will have to decide whether to break free or remain bound…In Wicked Chains.

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She burst into the bar as Sasha entered.

“Hey, E. Been waiting long?”

Elina brushed past her and out the open door with a choked sob. She’d lose Sasha, too, if her friend ever found out about Elina’s feelings for Kingston.

“Whoa. E, wait up.” Sasha’s heels clicked on the ground as she ran after Elina.

Elina slowed to a stop beside her car and hastily brushed at her damp eyes.

“Hey.” Sasha settled a hand on her shoulder. “Look at me.”

Resigned, Elina turned slowly. Sasha removed her sunglasses and frowned up at her. The concern in her eyes made Elina want to weep even more. She hiccupped.

“What’s wrong? Why are you crying?”

Movement at the club’s entrance caught Elina’s eye. Kingston stood framed in the entranceway, unbound braids around his shoulders, buckling his belt.

Sasha followed her gaze and frowned. “Did Kingston do something to you? Did he hurt you?” 

“Get in the car.” Her friend opened her mouth. “Now.” Elina slid behind the wheel and started the vehicle, pulling away as Sasha hopped in and slammed the door.

“What the hell is going on?” Sasha buckled her seatbelt and threw her handbag in the backseat.

Elina bit her lip and sped out of the club’s parking lot. She eyed the rearview mirror. Kingston stood in the space she’d pulled out of, arms crossed, staring after them. Silence reigned as Sasha sat beside her patiently, glancing from Elina to the road ahead, and back.

“Lo siento,” Elina said finally. If Sasha no longer wanted to be her friend, she’d deal with it. She’d probably broken some kind of sacred law between best friends. Thou shall not lust after your best friend’s brother, no matter how much he stars in your nighttime fantasies.

Sasha sighed. “You’re scaring me. You know that, right? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

“I know and I’m sorry.” Elina gripped the steering wheel to hide her trembling fingers. “I-I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did.”

“What did?” Sasha’s voice rose. “Fuck, E, you’re not making any sense.” She twisted in her seat to face Elina. “Stop speaking in riddles before I smack the shit out of you.”

Elina’s lips twitched. Sasha’s violent side always made her smile. “I saw something in Kingston’s office. He and a woman. They were…”

“They were what?” Suspicion laced Sasha’s words. “Tell me and I’ll kick his ass.”

“They were…she was on her knees.” Elina swallowed and forced out the words. “Naked. Pleasuring him with her mouth.” She wanted to say, taking what was mine.

Sasha’s mouth rounded, eyes widened. “Oh.” She faced forward and placed her head back on the headrest. “That’s what has you upset?”

“It should’ve been me,” Elina whispered. Sasha stiffened. She ignored her friend’s reaction and continued. “I’m the one who’s wanted him for months, pretending not to care. Pretending.”

Sasha remained silent, staring straight ahead.

Elina glanced at her. “I’m so sorry. I know I’ve broken your trust in me and I understand if you don’t…” Her voice broke. “If you no longer want to be my friend.”

“Pull over.”

A wonderful gift this year!

It’s an honor to introduce you to the newest Naughty Little Vamp.

Born on Tuesday, December 6, 2010 and an absolute joy this is Madeline Sage.

No, she’s not mine, but she has all the same courtesy’s and protection that any of my own bloodline has.

Welcome Madeline!

Free Read and a Sexy Voice....

Its the Christmas season and I know how humans get all worked up over it year after year. So here you go, a free story from my author. She wrote it last year about this time and its still damn good. If you're into it you can listen to her sexy voice read it even if you check it out on her website. www.courtneybreazile.com

The Christmas Tree

By Courtney Breazile

Julie loved this time of year, the crisp weather, the white pure snow, the sights and smells of Christmas. It reminded her that there was still some good left in the world. After all the crap she got dealt throughout the rest of the year, it took a lot of Christmas to make her feel good about it all again.

Which is why she was trudging through a dark Christmas tree farm on Christmas Eve, she needed the peace it would bring. It would cheer up her deserted apartment. She still couldn’t believe that Travis had taken the fake fucking Christmas tree with him when he left. Seriously who did that sort of thing? What sane person would take the time to drag out a fully decorated six foot tall plastic tree?

Well he had. So she needed a replacement and she wasn’t settling for another fake. This time she wanted real. Real tree, real happiness and real love, she wanted it all.

Julie looked up at the stars shining that she rarely saw in the city anymore. “That’s all I want for Christmas, Santa…something real.”

Probably too much to ask for. She trudged on wishing she had thought to put on pants but thankful her mind had accepted she would need boots for this mission. Her knee length skirt was wool, but it wasn’t too warm and the fishnets underneath did nothing for her. Determination went a long way to forgetting ones suffering though and she barely felt the sting of cold.

She walked farther than she had intended in her search for the perfect tree. She knew she would recognize it when she found it. She saw it and gasped, a little brighter than the rest, straighter and prouder. As if it had preened just for her. “Yes,” she whispered and touched its soft branches. “You are just perfect, everything I wanted in a tree.”

Chopping it down was no easy task, but she managed, and only broke one nail in the process. Dragging it out was harder and she was panting and sweating by the time she made it back to her SUV. “Now how the hell am I going to get it up on top and tied down?” She had really not thought this whole thing through very well

“Ma’am, do you need some help with that?”

Julie startled and turned, finding she wasn’t as alone in the parking lot as she thought she was. A man walked toward her with a length of rope in his hands. He was a huge man, well over six feet tall with broad shoulders and blond hair that fell around them. He was dressed in jeans and a warm winter coat, much more suited to the weather and being outside than she was. She was almost embarrassed. He must think her an idiot.

“Umm, yeah, that would be great. I need to get this home and decorated before Christmas is over. Do you work here?” Julie had thought the place closed when she drove in, all the lights in the building off, she hadn’t paid for the tree and wondered if he was going to call her out on it.

“Yeah, I’m the owner and only worker actually.”

“Oh! I…uhhh…I was going to pay for it…”

The man smiled at her and her knees went weak. A smile like that could make a woman drop her panties in an instant. Perfect white teeth and dimples in his cheeks. His green eyes light up like a Christmas tree with amusement and she had to bite her lip to keep from moaning audibly.

“Its Christmas Eve, Ma’am, I won’t charge you.”

“Julie, I mean…please call me Julie.” She stuck out her hand wishing neither of them were wearing gloves so their skin would touch. He took her hand and she felt heat through the layers anyway and she knew her panties would be damp now. This man was affecting her in unexplainable ways.

“Nice to meet you, Julie, I’m Josh.”

“It’s a pleasure, Josh.” Julie tried for smooth and seductive but his chuckle was less than reassuring.

I brought out some rope just in case you didn’t come prepared.” His gaze fell to her practically bare knees and she wanted to die.

“Thanks, I did overlook that necessity.”

He chuckled again and went to work, easily lifting the tree on top of her vehicle and tying it down snug. She wasn’t sure how she was going to unload it once she was home but figured it would work out somehow. If she had to she would saw through the rope with a steak knife and drag it into her apartment.

“That should stay for you,” he said and jumped down. “Have a merry Christmas, Julie.”

“Thank you, you too, Josh.” She really wanted to say more, but wasn’t sure what. Well she did know, she wanted to say, hey lets slip away for a little Christmas Eve fling. She just couldn’t be that type of girl so she climbed into the driver’s seat and turned the key.

Nothing happened. She tried again, still nothing. She didn’t understand. It was practically new and there was plenty of gas, she had filled up before leaving the city. She tried again, knowing it was futile but unwilling to just stop trying.

Josh knocked on her window. She opened her door. “I’m not sure what’s going on with it.”

“Sounds like a dead battery probably. Come inside and we’ll call a tow.”

Julie followed Josh through the parking lot and into what she had assumed was nothing more than a small office. She was surprised to walk into a very comfortable home, small but nice and warm. One bedroom-one bath with a bachelor feel to the mismatched furniture. She hated to track snow through the place so stayed by the door as he picked up the phone, obviously unconcerned with tracking snow through with his own boots.

“We don’t get cell service up here. Doesn’t usually matter,” he said as he hung up the phone without a word said to anyone on it.

“Usually?”

“No dial tone…storm must have knocked it out.”

“Oh…” Julie said, wringing her hands, unsure what to do now. She couldn’t possibly invite herself to wait it out here, but what choice did she have?

“Of course you will stay here. Service should be back on in no time.”

“On Christmas eve? I can’t impose…”

“Really? You have another option?” He leaned against the counter and gave her a look that said cut the shit. They both knew there was no other option.

Julie sighed and started to unbutton her coat. “Thank you, I hope you didn’t have plans I’m ruining.”

“None at all. Was just going to sit around and wait for Santa to arrive.”

Julie relaxed and let a little giggle out as she hung up her coat. “I was going to do the same thing.” She bent to remove her boots. Her fishnets were damp and her toes were ice.

“You better go sit in front of the fire. What were you thinking going out there like that?” There was mirth in his voice but he didn’t laugh aloud so she didn’t snap back at him for pointing out her idiocy.

“I was having a bad day. A Christmas tree was going to fix it and I didn’t think all the way through it I guess.”

“Go sit and I will make us some hot cocoa.”

She watched him retreat into the kitchen and very much enjoyed the site of his tight jeans. That was the ass of a man who worked hard on a daily basis. The sight thawed her but she still headed to the fireplace to warm the rest of the way. She couldn’t see into the kitchen but heard him rummaging around. She slipped out of her fishnets, hanging them next to the fireplace to dry. She sat on the rug in front of the fire and stuck her toes up close. The heat traveled over her toes, along her bare legs and up her thighs, she couldn’t resist spreading her legs a bit to let it reach farther up her skirt. The heat touched her like fiery tongues and she closed her eyes as she absorbed it into her core, heating from the inside out.

“I hope you like marshmallows.”

Josh’s voice so close to her brought her out of her erotic daydream and she snapped her legs shut so fast her knees banged painfully together. She bit back a pained growl and tried to smile through her embarrassment. “Marshmallows in my hot cocoa are perfect, thank you.” She took the procured cup and moaned as the sweet spicy dark chocolate liquid filled her mouth and slid down her throat. “Oh that is good.”

“Thank you. It’s my own special blend.”

“You made this?” Julie looked up at him and realized he was fingering her fishnets she had hung. “Oh sorry, they were wet….”

“I’m sure Santa will enjoy filling these with treats.” Josh sat beside her with a grin and sipped his cocoa.

They sat in silence for a while, both soaking in the heat of the fire and the hot cocoa. Soon Julie was unable to resist parting her legs again, welcoming the heat that was licking at her knees for entrance. The sensation was deeply erotic and soon she felt her panties dampen and she was overly aware of the sexy hard man beside her. She wasn’t usually bold with dates, let alone strangers, but this was Christmas Eve and she didn’t want to be lonely.

Julie set down her mug and let her legs fall open a little wider, inviting. She leaned back, exposing her neck and giving him a good view down her sweater. She met his green gaze and smiled, flicking her tongue out and wetting her lips. “It’s quite warm by this fire,” she said and played with the top button of her sweater.

A rumble of appreciation vibrated in Josh’s chest as he leaned toward her. His lips gentle as they landed on hers, soft and pressing, asking rather than demanding. She parted hers eagerly, wanting more of him. His tongue slipped into her mouth, languidly caressing hers. He tasted like cinnamon and vanilla. Like a Christmas morning.

Julie reached up and grasped his long hair, holding his head as if he were going to try and get away. She moaned against his mouth, turning her body into his. His thick arms wrapped around her and pulled her onto his lap so she was straddling him. Her back warming from the fire and her front warming even faster from him, it was perfect. Her hands worked the buttons of his shirt down to his jeans and she pulled his undershirt up, wanting skin to skin contact.

His hands were teasing the skin under her sweater and she ached for him to rip the thing off. She arched her back, her skirt hiked up around her thighs and her cunt rubbed against his hard cock. Just a few inconsequential layers of cloth separated them. She broke the kiss to pull his shirt over his head. Once off she met his gaze again and smiled as his hands pulled her sweater over her head. She was so glad she had worn matching bra and panties today. She just wished they weren’t Christmas themed.

Josh smiled as he studied the bra, his finger tracing along the red lace edges. “Mistletoe?”

“Ummm yeah, they were a gift.” As if that excused her wearing them.

“I think it’s adorable.”

Her smile brightened and she leaned down to kiss him once again on the lips before kissing her way down his chest. She bit at each dark nipple then licked down his happy trail to the waistband of his pants. Her fingers shook as she unbuttoned his pants and pulled out his erect cock. She giggled at the sight of his boxers, red with green Christmas wreaths covering them. Her mouth dry she licked her lips and looked up into his eyes as she took him deep into her mouth.

He groaned and his lids half closed as she pulled back slowly. She loved that look on a lover’s face. The complete surrender to the pleasure she was giving them. It really was better to give than to receive in her opinion. Her cunt was dripping as she continued, excited by his grunts groans and thrusts. Her tongue played around the head and along the shaft then she took him full and deep again.

His hands slid into her hair and pulled slightly, spurring her on. She groaned around his cock and he pulled a little harder, using it to guide her head up and down as his hips thrust with slow deep movements. He groaned loud and pulled her off and up, smashing his lips to hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth and taking. His softness from earlier was gone and she loved it.

Josh lifted her easily, standing them both up and dropping her back on the couch. He slid his pants and boxers off then pushed her skirt up, finding that her panties matched her bra he grinned. Then slid them down, kissing along one leg and back up the other. He buried himself between her thighs. His long hair tickled as his head moved and nuzzled until he found what he was looking for. His tongue flicked across her clit and she arched her back with a gasp. He pressed forward, his tongue covering her clit and rubbing against it as she thrust her hips up and began to pant.

His hands spread her thighs wider and she threw one foot over the back of the couch, the other hit the floor. She was splayed for him, wanting him to have access to every inch of her. His hand slid up, rubbing along her drenched lips. Slipping so easily inside, pressing through her cunt, curling up and finding her g-spot.

“Oh God,” Julie gasped, her hands gripping the couch behind her head.

Josh was relentless. His teeth grazing her clit as he alternated sucking it and lapping at it. His fingers worked in and out of her, always hitting her just right. Her mouth was open and she knew words and sounds were falling out but she couldn’t concentrate on what or even care. Her body was on fire, he was stoking it and she knew she was about to come.

She felt a rush of hot liquid and he moaned against her clit. It was all she could take. She screamed as she came, her back arching and her hands ripping at the couch. He didn’t stop what he was doing, just rode her through until she was still, and gasping.

He moved up her body, pulling down her bra and taking her nipple into his mouth. She was easily aroused again, wanting to feel him deep inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tried to direct him where she wanted. He obeyed, pressing the head of his cock to her cunt. He moved from her breast and kissed her lips, the taste of her cunt sweet and musky, intoxicating. As she sucked at his tongue he pushed forward, his cock filling her.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, sliding up into his hair and holding on as he began to move and thrust. Pushing deep then sliding out till only the head of his cock remained, making her want to scream in frustration at the loss of the fullness. She whimpered against his lips and he pushed in again, making her back arch.

Soon he was increasing the tempo, pounding now. He broke the kiss to throw back his head and cry out as he moved against her. She slid a hand down between their bodies and fingered her clit as he fucked her. She felt another orgasm building fast. She knew she would come as soon as he did.

He pulled her up to straddle him and he laid back, allowing her full control. She relished it, riding him hard and fast. Watching his face as his pleasure built, his Christmas tree green eyes darker now with pleasure. She continued working her clit and he grasped her hips pounding and pounding.

“Oh fuck!” he groaned, holding her tight as he came in her.

The rush of heat brought her over the edge and she came too, wetness rushing around his cock and dribbling over his balls. She collapsed against his chest and closed her eyes. The sound of the fire crackling and his ragged breathing filled her mind and lulled her into an exhausted sleep.

Julie was awakened by the sun blinding her through the open curtains. She was still lying on Josh’s chest. She propped herself up and saw his eyes were still closed. Pushing the hair out of his face she noticed his ears were extremely pointed. “Odd,” she whispered.

A sparkling caught her eye and she saw a fully decorated Christmas tree in the room that hadn’t been there the night before. She swung her gaze around and saw her fishnets that were still hung on the fireplace were now stuffed with small packages, a note attached to the top.

Dear Joshua,

I had hoped your silly retreat from the workshop would have been temporary. I fully intended to take you back with me tonight. But I see you have found something you were missing at the pole.

Merry Christmas,

S. Claus

“What the fuck?” she gasped and jumped off of him.

Josh jumped up and looked around as if he were ready to fight off an intruder. His eyes landed on the tree first then the stockings and note, he smiled. “Yeah it is what you think it is.”

Julie wasn’t sure if she should scream or pass out, she settled for giggling nervously.

Josh pulled her into his arms and kissed her until she forgot all about what was concerning. This man just might be everything she wanted.

Merry Christmas!

Not Myself Today

This weekend isn't a good one for me; I lost my father Friday morning and the family is in mourning. I'm trying to get my head in the writing game but so far that's not working. Dunno what will.

In Wicked Chains is now on Amazon and I'm also fighting to get my wip finished. This week's Weekend Dirty Dozen is from another near-complete wip, Make Me Burn.

I didn't finish NaNo this year but it got me closer than I would've been otherwise. I'm trudging on. I'll try to be my bubbly self next time but no promises.     

About Beasts

Last time I promised to write about Beasts. No, I’m not referring to the hairy, snoring creature you might wake up close to in the morning. Neither I’m talking of your neighbor’s dog or the palm-sized spider lurking in your cellar. (You didn’t know about the latter? Never mind, when you’re through with this blog you’ve got more serious things to worry about.)

Today’s topic is the Beast, with capital B. It’s probably the best-kept secret of the Vampire society, or better put, it has been the best-kept secret until today. I’m sure not even Tamara is happy that I give it away, but we’ve already taken this path way too far to turn back.

There may be attempts of the Vampire society to repair the damage. I can assure you, those are futile. They may bite the occasional reader here and there – that’s you, by the way – but they can’t threaten me, and they can’t un-publish this blog once google’s web crawlers have devoured it.

So, where do Beasts come from? Beasts aren’t born, Beasts are created, and almost always by accident. When a Vampire bites a mortal and starts drinking his or her blood, there’s a certain point of no return. From that point on, the loss of blood is lethal. Now the Vampires have three options. One – leave the victim to a slow death. Two – drink his victim dry and kill it. Three – start the transformation.

Once the transformation has started, the Vampire must finish the process. Otherwise the victim will turn into a Beast. Depending on the level of brain damage caused by the blood loss, the Beast may be dumb as a brick or as smart as a wolf, but all Beasts share some characteristics.

1 – Beasts crave for human blood, and they will always bite to kill. However, if they fail to drink a victim empty for whatever reason, the unlucky person will become a Beast, too. See the trouble? That’s the reason why Vampires will do almost anything to get a Beast infestation contained.

2 – Beasts don’t care about ordinary injuries. They can take a lot and heal fast, like Vampires. If you want to know how to kill them, you might want to re-read the second installment of my blog, Ten Unusual Ways To Kill A Vampire. Those means usually work fine for Beasts, too.

3 – Beasts don’t give a damn about garlic, except if they’re Greek, then they might even appreciate it. I think I already told you that it doesn’t help against Vampires either, didn’t I?

4 – Many Beasts are in a permanent rut. They will try to rape their victims while drinking them dry.

5 – Beasts will not wear panties. It saves time.

6 – Beasts can hypnotize their victims not to run away… and drop their pants.

7 – Female Beasts will steal all shoes they can get their hands on. Don’t ask me why, it must be a kind of reflex that survives the faulty transformation.

8 – Beasts smell bad, mostly because they don’t wash themselves. The main cause is sperm and pussy juice. If you think this is distasteful or even worry about sexual diseases, I can reassure you. Once you’re bitten and raped by a Beast, you don’t care about AIDS anymore.

9 – Beasts are very, very fast and enduring. You can’t outrun them. If you see a Beast, it’s probably too late for you, unless a Vampire comes to your rescue. In which case you’re a witness of something they don’t want anyone else to know about. Can you guess where that line of thoughts leads to?

10 – The worst of all: Beasts often don’t have to fear daylight.

Luckily, Beasts are rare. But you should draw one conclusion – you’d better stay out of the way of Beasts, if you can. Stay away from Vampires, and you might be lucky. No Vampires, no Beasts.

If you can’t, try to at least enjoy the last minutes of your life.


http://zoe-lionheart.net

Happy Birthday!

Happy birthday to my wonderful author, Courtney Breazile! She is still young and beautiful and still in her twenties! I won't say where in her twenties, because if I did she would be biting MY neck....hmmm on second thought....She is 29 today! Oh yes let her come and get me!

And for her birthday I will give her this....

dark chocolate lust...

Red wine love...

Happy Birthday ;)

Thanksgiving Cheers!

Happy Thanksgiving! I know, late much? Well, this is my time so I hope you guts had a fun, safe and enjoyable turkey day with your family and friends. I did. Spent the day with the SO and the kid, cooked and ate like the glutton I is, then made the trek over to Queens where I did the whole eating thing all over again.

Good times.

Show of hands, who went shopping on Black Friday? Crazy people is who. First, I don't shop. I hate it. Throw in a stampeding crowd salivating over deals and you bet your sweet ass I'm in my bed snoring to wake the dead.

I don't do all that madness. Thank you very much. Everything I need can be found online. No getting up and getting dressed, and all the other hassles that come with stepping outside my door. The entire family spent the day in bed until late evning then we went to the movies, where, you guessed it, we gorged on popcorn and the myriad different foods in there that cost a freaking mortgage.

As you see, there's a theme to my post. FOOD.

I didn't really cook, just did the chicken and stuffing. SO does the majority of the T-day cooking. As is his right LOL, nah I kid. It's written into our partnership agreement that he cooks and bakes. Genius, no?

Again, I hope you all had fun and ate until you couldn't walk. It is what the day is about, after all. That and family. 

Seriously!

Yeah...this was the wrong weekend to decide I needed a night out. I don't watch tv much, try not to pay attention to idiots spouting crap I don't care about...human idiots anyway. So somehow I missed that it was the weekend of that movie...you know which one....Ya so I went out and they were everywhere! Dressed up like they were something to be proud of and giving off attitude like everyone should be scared. Oh man it was difficult, my fangs were long and I was clenching my fists, wanting so badly to take a few of them into an alley and show them just exactly what a vampire would do with their stupid little necks.

I resisted, but it was difficult. It helped that I ran into a group of girls from Tarquin's pack, they were all hyped up and eager and of course I can't go blood crazy around them, they have some of the biggest mouths...like a teenager on speed, every single one of them.

So I slunk home, unsatisfied....stupid movie ruined my weekend....

More In Wicked Chains

Last week was the release of In Wicked Chains and I left you guys with the blurb so I figured this week I'd give you an excerpt. I'm generous like that. *please note, I highlited the excerpt because for some reason whenever I copy and paste from Word the text doesn't show up. UGH!**

“Why her?”

He stopped short at the soft question. Kingston spun around, wrinkling his brow in confusion. “What?”

Elina shifted. Tilting her chin upward, she met his gaze squarely. “The woman I saw you with. Why her? What’s so special about her?”

Of all the things he expected, that wasn’t it. He shook his head. “I don’t get it. What are you asking me, Elina?”

“Did I stutter?” Her voice rose sharply. “Why her and not me? Why?”

He burst out laughing. The surprises kept coming, didn’t they? Elina glowered at him before turning and stomping away.

Taking two strides after her, Kingston grabbed her by the shoulder and forced her to look at him. “What the hell are you asking me, Elina? Why I’m not fucking you?”

Color appeared in bright spots of red on her face and neck. She couldn’t possibly mean it like that. She couldn’t—

“Yes.” She shrugged away his touch. “I’ve been here, waiting for you to see me as someone other than your sister’s best friend.”

“No.” One word, but his voice still trembled. Kingston spun away before she saw the reaction her words had on him, on his body. “You’re not—I’m not the person for you.”

“You are, King. It’s always been you. You’re the one I want.”

Those fucking soft words. “Don’t say it. I won’t…it can’t happen.”

“Why not?”

He faced her again. “I choose those women because I can walk away after the fucking is over. No one’s looking for anything other than skin on skin contact and no one’s fazed when I move on to the next. You’re different.” So different.

“But I want it.”

She stepped closer, laying a gentle hand on his chest. Too close to his thumping heart for his liking, but Kingston couldn’t move away from her touch even if his life depended on it.

His deepest fantasies where coming true in front of his eyes, yet Kingston couldn’t allow it. He’d wanted her for so long. From the moment she fainted at his feet inside his club, he’d needed to touch her. And now that she offered herself, he had to say no.

“Not going to happen, Elina.” He removed her hand from where it lay on his chest. “Don’t bring this up again.” He shifted away, but her fingers dug into his upper arm.

“Test me. Test me and if I don’t pass, we can forget it.” Elina stepped back and clasped her hands in front of her. Voice strong, gaze steady on him, she said, “I was made for this. For you. Only you can make me feel like this. Whatever you require, I accept.”




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Honey - Part Two

Covering her fingers in the golden sugar, her thumb remained on Samantha’s clit, while two fingers began to circle inside before pushing into her creamy depths. Her stroking began slowly, watching closely for her toy’s reaction. Her chest heaved, her hips rolled it was an amazing sight, so fluid, and gloriously erotic. Miranda could feel her own pussy begin to ache, in desperate need of attention. She decided it could wait, she wanted to play some more with her lovely doll. Miranda retracted her hand, Samantha whimpered in need bringing a smile to Miranda’s face. She stood, quickly slipping out of her dress. 

Choosing the red dildo with a knobbed end, and the long feather, she moved between Samantha’s legs. Leaning over the woman’s body, Miranda used the feather to tease her way down Samantha’s body. Miranda could only imagine how torturous it would have been, her skin tingling with need, the feather pushing bursts of fire through her body. She pushed the feather across the tip of Samantha’s clit, receiving a gasp of want in return. 

Miranda looked down at her glistening pussy. Fully appreciating the part of her own anatomy she had never before explored this close. Her fingers slid over the lips, pulling then away, revealing a small hood and beneath the button of ecstasy, the clit. She kissed it gently, taking homage to the bundle of nerves that seemingly controlled the world. Samantha’s body quivered and Miranda filled with intoxicating control. She kissed the clit protruding nub again, this time using her tongue to tease the tip. The taste of honey tingled on her tongue, and a cry of bliss burst from Samantha’s chest ebbing her on. Miranda flattened her tongue, licking the luscious pussy from bottom to top. It was a long slow lick before she once again teased the woman’s clit. Her tongue moved at a maddening pace and Samantha’s hips lifted off the bed. “Oh you are…yes…there it feels so good, don’t stop!”

Miranda continued the steady torture, grabbing the dildo with her free hand. It was then she realized she forgot the lube, shit! She rose, grabbed it off the table and coated the red dildo in it. Her tongue went after Samantha’s clit once again, just before she pushed the dildo against her opening. “Yes, please fuck me, yes!”  Miranda inched the dildo in slowly, letting it fill Samantha with excruciating tension. She pulled it out just far enough to gain a reaction, and then pushed it in again. “Stop teasing and fuck me you bitch!” Miranda laughed.

“As you wish.” Miranda got off the bed, slipped out of her panties and placed Samantha’s legs on her hips before sinking down on the knob of the dildo. Fuck…yes… although she hadn’t been touched, Miranda felt like she could explode at any minute. The movement sent Samantha into quivers of bliss and Miranda positioned herself to please her toy. Using her hips she pushed the dildo into her pussy. The movement pushed the knob of the dildo against her g-spot. She couldn’t suppress the moan and delicate hands pinched her nipples. Miranda pulled out of Samantha and then pushed back in. It was beyond imagination, she was fucking a woman and the pleasure was unmatched. Her strokes started smooth and controlled, becoming hard and heavy. Samantha’s pelvis rocked with her and Miranda reached down, turning on the vibrator. Miranda cried out in bliss, hearing Samantha moan as well. The vibration repeatedly hit both of their clits with every stroke. 

Miranda felt the tide of ecstasy within reach, but she wanted to make Samantha climax as well. Pushing harder and faster, it was difficult to hold back, but Miranda slammed the dildo into Samantha, pressing the vibrator against her clit for an extended amount of time. Miranda watching the woman arched up and let go. She screamed and Miranda watched her wave begin to crest, as soon as it was on its way, Miranda returned to her stroking, extending the orgasm for Samantha and triggering her own climax. The waves of bliss washed through her, she thought it would never end. When Miranda returned to conscious thought, a mouth nibbled on her shoulder. She couldn’t help but place a passionate kiss on the sweet woman’s lips. 

Hope you enjoyed!