tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1185039853292067472024-03-13T03:42:47.277-07:00Christina Harding EroticaReviewing all things erotic. 18+ Only!!!Unknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger198125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-39952449588078615932016-02-16T08:40:00.001-08:002016-02-16T08:40:59.167-08:00RetiringFor self-preservation purposes, I have decided to retire. My books are still available on <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Christina-Harding/e/B00MB6HSZG" target="_blank">Amazon</a>.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-79571477480421195082015-10-14T08:00:00.000-07:002015-10-14T08:00:03.462-07:00Spotlight: Julian & Lia by Maria Monroe<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B011EPLQDO/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B011EPLQDO&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=IFYVSEDZTLUX7TNX" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B011EPLQDO&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Freshman Lia is sure moving into a coed dorm was a mistake. It's a few weeks into her first year of college, and she's miserable and homesick. That's about to change, though, as soon as she meets college senior Julian, the confident bad-boy she can't get out of her head. She's sure he's out of her league, but when he agrees to give her ""lessons"" outside of class, her college experience is about to get way more exciting.<br />
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What she's not prepared for, though, is to fall in love. Hard.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt from Chapter 2 of JULIAN & LIA</span></u></i></b><br />
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I push through the crowd dancing in the living room until I
reach the front door. On the front porch, I take in a deep breath, and my
nausea disappears almost instantly. I don't even mind being chilly; I'm just so
glad to be outside and away from everything. All the people who were outside
partying on the porch earlier are gone, probably to avoid the cold, except for
one lone guy sitting on the bottom stair. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
My gaze fixes on him. “Julian,” I gasp, then wrap my arms
around myself to stave off the cold that I'm starting to feel. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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He stands and turns, leaning against the hand rail, a wry
and cocky look on his face.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Hi,” I continue. “I'm, you know, at this party? I'm just
getting some fresh air?” I hate that when I'm nervous so many of my sentences end
up sounding like questions, the way Greer always talks. I think it makes me
seem dumb, but I can't help the things that come out of my mouth when I feel
panicked. Like I do right now.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Julian cocks his head and says nothing, but his eyes are
this weird mixture of emotions, like he's laughing at me while being angry too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“It's hot in there, and you know, I just needed a break.”
I'm babbling. Again. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“Good party?” he asks.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Yep. It's great.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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“You really think so? Because I've been to my share of
parties like that. They get old pretty fast.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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“Yeah, well, you had your chance to be a freshman. This is
my chance. And obviously you couldn't handle it or you wouldn't have failed
Film Studies.” I practically gasp as the words leave my mouth, realizing how
antagonistic and rude they are, but Julian seems unfazed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I could handle myself,” he says. “You? You don't even look
like yourself.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He noticed how I look! I try to put my arms down at my sides
so he can really see me, but I'm shivering now in the cold night air.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“I think I look pretty good,” I say. <o:p></o:p></div>
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“I think you've been drinking.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
“So you don't think I look good?” I know I sound like a
petulant child, but I can't help myself.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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“Right now, I don’t really care how you look,” he says, and
I only focus on the “right now” part. Does that mean that at other times he
does care how I look? And what does that mean? <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Here, put this on,” he continues, taking off his hoodie and
handing it to me just as Joel comes out with Greer and her boyfriend.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
“There you are, Lia,” says Joel, his gaze settling on
Julian. Slowly, I insert my arms into Julian's sweatshirt and pull it around
me, my fingers cold as I zipper it up. It's so warm, and I think about how the
warmth lingering in the fabric is actually heat from his body. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Let's go back to the party,” says Joel, stepping down
another stair closer to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Lia was just leaving,” says Julian.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"She's here with me," says Joel, but his voice is
slightly whiny, and I can tell he's intimidated by Julian. With the two of them
standing near each other, it's obvious how much older Julian looks and seems
than Joel and Danny.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Yeah, well, she's leaving with me." Julian grabs
my forearm somewhat possessively, and a jolt of excitement courses through
me. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<div class="MsoNormal">
"Whatever," says Joel, giving me a dirty look and
heading back inside.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Let me say bye to my roommate," I whisper to
Julian, and he lets go of my arm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Greer," I say quietly to her as Joel and Danny
head back inside. "I'm sorry. I'm just really tired and . . . "<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Oh. My. God," she whispers. "Who is that
guy? He is so freaking hot." She stares at Julian for a few seconds, then
her eyes settle on me with a new respect, like she's suddenly seen me in a
completely new light. <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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"He's just . . . from one of my classes," I reply.
"He's just going to walk me back to the dorms."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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"Maybe I better sleep at Danny's tonight," she
says with a wink. It takes me a second to understand what she's getting at.
Then she too disappears into the house before I can reiterate the fact that
Julian and I are, in fact, only friends. If even that.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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"What are you even doing here?" I ask Julian.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Waiting for you."<o:p></o:p></div>
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Oh my god. "What are you talking about?" <o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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He shrugs. "I saw you walking by earlier with your
roommate. I had a feeling you wouldn't stay long. Vanessa said I should take
you home."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I sigh, deflated. Of course Vanessa was involved; Julian
wouldn’t be here if it wasn’t for her. But despite feeling a little
disappointed, it makes me happy too that she cares enough to be worried about
me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Let's go," he says, and I meekly follow him down
the stairs.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Where are we going?" I ask. I’m walking as fast
as I can to keep up with his long stride, and I can’t help entertaining the
thought that maybe Julian will take me to his house. It would be the perfect
place to warm up.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I'm walking you back to your dorm," he says, the
"duh" unspoken but definitely clear.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Oh." Of course he's taking me back to my dorm. It
was ridiculous to think he’d take me back to his place. I look good tonight,
but I’m not tall or leggy or blond like the girl in his room the other day.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
We walk in silence the few blocks back to the building where
I live. I expect him to leave me at the front door, but instead he waits till I
key in, then follows me up the stairs and down the hallway to my room. Outside
my door I look at him, trying to gauge his expression, but I can't figure him
out. The best I can tell is that he looks mad, like I've done something wrong.
Whatever. Let him be weird and pouty.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Oh," I say, remembering his sweatshirt. With
regret, I unzip it and slide my arms out, handing it to him. "Here."
When he takes it, I feel goosebumps on my arms and rub them, trying to warm
myself up. "You can come in," I say as I open my door, and as soon as
the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back. Why would Julian
want to come into my room?<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I shouldn’t," he says, but then I hear the door
close, and when I turn to look he's in my room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I left my desk lamp on, and it's the only light in here,
casting a warm glow but leaving shadows in all the corners, and I stand next to
my bed, nervous and excited. Why is Julian in my room? And: Holy crap! Julian's
in my room!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Look," he says in a harsh voice, "you need
to be careful. Parties and drinking are fun, but there are a lot of assholes
out there."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Yeah, like you, I think. "What, are you the president
of the campus Safety Patrol or something? I can take care of myself," I
reply in a bold outburst. Maybe it's the punch making me more outspoken than
usual, but there's something else, something rising inside of me, a mix of
anger and desire and confusion about what to do with it all.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Really." It's not a question. "I'm willing
to bet anything that this is the first time you've ever had anything to
drink."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"So?"<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"So, that guy you were with? He would have taken
advantage of you the first second he got an opportunity."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I wouldn't have given him one," I reply
indignantly.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Just . . . don't be stupid."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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"Whatever. Anyway, guys aren't interested in me like
that. Ever. So check that off your list of worries for tonight." I'm
coming off the alcohol, and I feel sad and tired, the excitement of my first
real college experience contrasting with reality in a nasty way.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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"Lia?" he says slowly, "you have no idea what
you're talking about." His voice is so low, and his eyes, those green
eyes, are staring right at me. If I didn't know better, I might think it's
desire I see in them, but obviously that can't be right. Not Julian. Still, I
feel something change in the room, an energy I've never felt before. He's only
a few steps away from me, and something about his physical closeness makes me
nervous, even though absolutely nothing is happening.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"You have no idea what you're talking about," I
mutter.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Didn't you see the way that guy was looking at you at
the party? Everyone was. The way you look right now . . . "<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Oh please. Guys don't check me out. Trust me. I've
never had a boyfriend. And you don't have to worry about me getting drunk and,
like, sleeping around. As a matter of fact? I've never even . . . " I stop
short. Great. I practically just told him I'm a virgin. Not like he couldn't
figure it out on his own, but still.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I don't need to hear this," he says, but he takes
a step closer to where I stand next to my bed. "I just wanted to make sure
you got back to your room safely."<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I'm not your little sister."<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I never said you were." He takes another step
closer with his long legs so he's standing right in front of me, so near I can
feel the heat from his body even though not a single part of him is touching
me. I inhale his scent, like soap or deodorant or some other mysterious male
smell I can’t identify. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Neither of us moves for a few seconds; we just stare at each
other, like we're in some sort of standoff. My heart's pounding. I lick my lips
nervously, and I hear him breathe in sharply. Because I licked my lips? I open
my mouth slightly, just the tiniest bit, to see what effect that has. This time
he breathes out a low growl.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"I shouldn't be here right now." The words are
gruff, but his fingers gently finding my wrist say otherwise, running up the
inside of my arm, and I shiver from his touch, from the sudden spiral of desire
spinning inside me. Then he leans down, his body still a few inches from me,
and lowers his lips to mine softly. For a second, our lips touch, nothing more.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He pulls away slightly and licks his lips, starts to turn,
as if to leave the room. But then he stops and stands completely still,
indecision written in the hard set of his jaw as he hesitates. <o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He's going to go, I think, disappointment crushing me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Then, suddenly, he moves quickly back toward me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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"Fuck it," he growls and his hands are on my lower
back, his mouth on mine again but harder now, forceful. Tentatively I step
forward so our bodies are touching and feel, to my shock and new desire, how
hard he is as he presses into my stomach. He takes my face in his hands as he
kisses me, his lips hungry. My mouth opens to his searching tongue. He tastes
like dark chocolate and mint.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
I’m weightless, dizzy with desire and disbelief. This is
happening. This is really happening!<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Without warning, he lets go and steps backward. When he
looks at me, his face is tight and angry again.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
"Julian," I whisper. "That . . . "<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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He interrupts. "Is never going to happen again."<o:p></o:p></div>
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And he leaves, slamming the door behind him.</div>
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large; text-decoration: underline;">Why New Adult?</span> Thoughts from Maria Monroe</i></b><br />
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People have asked me why I like to write erotic romance in the genre (or sub-genre, I suppose) of New Adult, and there are several reasons. First, I think people that age (18-24), real people as well as characters, are extremely driven by sexuality and sexual awakening. It's compelling. There's nothing quite like feeling of unavoidable addictive attraction between two young people. That's what I strive to capture when I write new adult (or any, really) romance books and stories.<br />
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I also like the wide range of experience that people in that age group can have, which can make for interesting match-ups when I'm creating characters and writing. In Julian & Lia, it was fun to have Lila be the virginal freshman and Julian and experienced bad-boy who was going to teach her all sorts of fun things! The concept might not be new, but the way I tell the story hopefully is unique as seen through my characters, each of whom has a unique outlook on sex.<br />
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Additionally, I'm interested in the idea of a sexual awakening for a character, either a virgin or someone who is being exposed to something new and exciting that she may have fantasized about previously but was never sure she would actually try. Granted, this can happen at any age, but is perhaps more likely for a younger person.<br />
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I'd say the biggest difficulty writing New Adult is understanding and keeping up to date on current culture!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-20294866035294639122015-10-07T08:00:00.000-07:002015-10-07T08:00:07.613-07:00Guest Post: Student-Teacher Romance<div style="text-align: center;">
<b><i><span style="color: #990000; font-size: large;"><u>Student-teacher romance: the lure of forbidden fruit</u></span></i></b></div>
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<b><i>Guest Post by <a href="https://twitter.com/noelcades" target="_blank">Noël Cades</a></i></b></div>
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Relationships between students and teachers, whether at high school or with university professors, is a hugely popular genre. There are perhaps three main reasons why:<br />
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1. It’s forbidden. There’s the secrecy, the sneaking around, the illicit liaisons, the rule-breaking. That makes for an exiting, drama-filled plot and a thrilling read.<br />
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2. There’s an age/power gap. This is theme reflected throughout romance and erotica, from the "billionnaire" theme to BDSM. A more experienced, more powerful person is more attractive.<br />
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3. We can relate to it. Many of us have gone through teacher crushes ourselves in our own school days, so we understand the protagonist’s emotions. There’s also an element of nostalgia.<br />
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The "classroom crush" in literature<br />
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Student-teacher romance is a genre with a long tradition in literature. Consider "The Woman in White" by Wilkie Collins, where Laura falls in love with her art master, Walter. Or "Anne of Green Gables" by L M Montgomery, where the local schoolmaster Mr Philips and his pupil Prissy share a tendresse.<br />
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Today there is an ever growing number of novels featuring relationships between students and teachers, with a very wide range of endings. In a recent analysis of around thirty novels, around two thirds of them had happy endings, in which the teacher and the student ended up as a couple. Others involved heartbreak, separation, jail and even death.<br />
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Illicit affairs on the silver screen<br />
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We also see this theme covered in film, though changing social attitudes are reflected in how it is portrayed. In our grandmothers’ era it was normal for young women to marry and even start families as teenagers. Today it’s frowned upon even though it may still be legal.<br />
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For example, in the 1930 melodrama Girls’ Dormitory, Marie Claudel (Simone Simon) falls in love with her finishing school principal, Dr Stephen Dominick (Herbert Marshall) and they end up together despite their considerable age gap. Likewise Margie (Jeanne Crain) ends up marrying her high school French teacher, Professor Ralph Fontayne (Glenn Langan) in the lighthearted 1946 musical Margie.<br />
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But in the past few decades, student-teacher affairs have been a much more negative theme. They are shown to be destructive, exploitative, abusive and even fatal. Examples include Noce Blanche (1989), Indecent Seduction (1996), Blue Car (2002) and Palo Alto (2013).<br />
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Exploring forbidden romance<br />
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Writing about student-teacher romances is interesting. It’s about exploring the kinds of emotions that drive two people to take that level of risk. It’s about revisiting one’s own former fantasies and secret heartache, and wondering what if?<br />
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Is it possible for a student and a teacher to genuinely fall in love and manage to sustain a healthy, fulfilling relationship? And if so, is that a good thing?<br />
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It’s hard to come to any single conclusion, either as an author or writer. But it’s certainly an exciting literary ride trying to find out!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-27133457690062923712015-09-30T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-30T08:00:01.093-07:00Guest Post: The Beast in Me by Billierosie<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="line-height: 32px;"><b><i><span style="color: #990000;"><u>The Beast in Me</u></span></i></b></span></div>
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<b><i><span style="line-height: 32px;">Guest Post by </span><a href="https://twitter.com/jojojojude" style="line-height: 32px;">Billierosie</a></i></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I'm thrilled to announce that my latest
book, The Beast in Me, is now available at Amazon! As usual I delve into the
world of Fetish; going ever deep into our psyche, and what it is that turns us
on. As I write my tales, I am telling myself the story as it unfolds in my
mind; my shock at this tale had me reeling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I began with a scenario; a man and a
woman; their first real life meeting. They met online; there was an allure for
both, a recognition of a kindred spirit. Now they are deep into a tricky
conversation. The setting is in the English countryside; it is late spring. The
theme, the thread running through the story, is the sacred and profane…followed
by a huge, sticky sweet spoonful of ‘what if?’</span><o:p></o:p></div>
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“No, I don’t understand either…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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His eyes wander from her hazel gaze, over the green fields
dappled with spring sunlight to the blue green vale of woodland in the
distance. A murder of crows caw at each other; squabbling noisily.<o:p></o:p></div>
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Over the hills and far away…he hears the monotonous, low
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Slowly, the darkness will stir him; the fantasy that has
haunted his dreams, waking and sleeping since childhood, will creep up on him
and he will weep that he hadn’t embraced the sweet vision of it when he’d had
the chance. <o:p></o:p></div>
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These things he knows; fact…”<o:p></o:p></div>
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Here is a blog post about <i>The Beast in Me</i>, from Eric Keys.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“This is not a book for everyone.
Before I start, let me tell you that these two stories are hot. The sex is
twisted but hot. Now, let me get philosophical.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">I loved this book –
especially the first half – the story of Noah and Daisy. Noah and
Daisy both have a rather unusual fetish and they need each other to help
fulfill it. Along the way they learn a thing or two about the sacred and the
profane, about nature and the unnatural, about the laws of god and man. I don<span lang="FR">’</span>t want to make this sound like it is a
book about theology, but in some sense, it is. In this sense, billierosie is a
sort of kindred soul to me. We see things very differently, but both of us see
the sexual – and, especially, the erotic – as an angle from which to approach
deeper topics.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Noah and Daisy meet in order to violate
the laws of god and man. And they do it. And in the process they uncover new
yearnings. It ends up being a sweet and conflicted story. And it<span lang="FR">’</span><span lang="NL">s
wonderful.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The second story dips into ancient
mythology. In a sense the theological themes are more overt but given the
setting and our general attitudes toward Greek mythology, it is much easier to
dismiss them and focus on the hot sex. The characters aren<span lang="FR">’</span>t as well-developed as in the first one, but the
pace is much closer to what one would normally expect from an erotic story. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">So, if the first one isn<span lang="FR">’</span>t to your taste,
push on through and read the second. I enjoyed both of them immensely but I
think the first one is the one that will linger in my mind.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"><span style="line-height: 200%;">Here</span><span style="line-height: 200%;">’</span></span><span style="line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">s my book description at Amazon.</span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Our sexual proclivities are an
enigma. We have them, we know that they are there; we hide them, we keep them
secret – sometimes we act on them. We cannot talk about them – no one would
understand. We feel heated shame. We block feeling, turn away from feeling; we
do anything not to feel. We crush the horror of the terrible deed that the
little voice inside our head bids us do. Freud tells us that repressing feeling
will amount to neurosis – Jung says pretty much the same – the repressed will
bubble to the surface in one way or another – it will find a way out. <o:p></o:p></div>
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It will find its voice and it will
demand to be heard. <o:p></o:p></div>
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The two stories presented here
delve into the idea of ‘what happens next?’ What do you do – where do you go,
after crashing and smashing your way through the final taboo?<o:p></o:p></div>
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A Queen, her depravity told through
the millennia. Homer tells her story –Pasiphae the unnatural; the King, her
husband, made a cuckold. Men snigger about the royal couple – even now,
centuries later. What she did, her shame exposed to all, when she gave birth to
a monster.<o:p></o:p></div>
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If you know Homer’s story about the
Minotaur, you will know that the Monster is proof that Queen Pasiphae was
indeed guilty of a terrible perversion.<o:p></o:p></div>
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And my own tale “The Beast in Me;”
the taboo ever present in Daisy and Noah. They are lovers, besotted with each
other; besotted with a terrible secret. They break man’s law and God’s law too.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<span style="background: white; line-height: 200%;"><span style="font-family: Times, Times New Roman, serif;">Sensitive readers should be cautious, especially if easily offended.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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<span style="line-height: 200%;">Some comments from readers.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial Unicode MS","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family: Helvetica;">“</span><span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">What have you done to me??? I just
finished the Daisy and Noah story. I am almost scared to keep reading.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“First off... Fucking hot. What's wrong
with me?”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Secondly... Damn, that was a touching story.
The weird relationship between the two, the sense they have of the profundity
of the events, the way it scares them and changes them and makes them seem so
fragile and real.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">“Fuck you, billierosie! And I mean that
in the best possible way. You're fucking awesome!”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">The Beast in Me is at Amazon UK; <a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beast-Me-billierosie-ebook/dp/B00YNZWOES/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434105812&sr=1-1&keywords=the+beast+in+me+billierosie">http://www.amazon.co.uk/Beast-Me-billierosie-ebook/dp/B00YNZWOES/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1434105812&sr=1-1&keywords=the+beast+in+me+billierosie</a><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Helvetica Neue, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">And Amazon US; <a href="http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_27?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=the+beast+in+me+billierosie&sprefix=the+beast+in+me+billierosie%2Cstripbooks%2C294">http://www.amazon.com/s/ref=nb_sb_ss_c_0_27?url=search-alias%3Ddigital-text&field-keywords=the+beast+in+me+billierosie&sprefix=the+beast+in+me+billierosie%2Cstripbooks%2C294</a></span></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-69762815996265942642015-09-23T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-23T08:00:05.520-07:00Guest Post: Why audiobooks can appeal to ALL your senses<div class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;">
<span style="font-family: inherit; font-size: large;"><b><i><span style="color: #cc0000;"><u>Why audiobooks can appeal to ALL your senses</u></span></i></b></span></div>
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<i><b><o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;">Guest Post by </span></o:p><span style="font-family: inherit;"><a href="https://twitter.com/parisriv">Paris Rivera</a></span></b></i></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Radio is a very visual medium”, a wag once said, and I
think there’s a lot of truth in the statement. When you can’t see, it does
stimulate the imagination. Audiobooks have that visual quality that radio has. And
since I’ve been publishing <a href="http://adbl.co/1N9BQe3">lesbian erotica audiobooks</a>
quite intensively in the past year (all available in <a href="http://amzn.to/1FwYXPy">ebook</a> form too), I’ve had a great chance to
explore and discover the huge erotic potential of the audio format.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In erotica, pictures always come flooding in, and audio is certainly
no bar to that. Colors, for example, are super-important, as in this brief
passage about the journey home of one woman, 34, and her electrifying encounter
with a beautiful and assertive 20-year-old Japanese woman (from my audiobook <a href="http://adbl.co/1L5RZ2b">Strangers on a Train</a>):<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Sally let her eyes drift down
to the girl’s dark blue skirt, somewhere between a mini and a midi, and she
could not help but notice the long and shapely legs that were crossed rather
elegantly within the skirt, with milky thighs and smooth white calves that
tapered down to delicate ankles and dark blue heels. Her nails were painted
dark blue also. <i>Wow, this girl was really
something!</i><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Whether in a book or an audiobook, the absence of an image
invites not only the visual imagination but all other senses too. You get a
hint of this in the old movie ‘<i>9 ½ weeks’</i>,
in which Kim Basinger wears a blindfold and is driven wild by Mickey Rourke and
some ice-cubes!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Audiobooks invite you to play with sound a little more than
you would in a text that’s designed only to be read. Some well-placed ‘ooohs’
and ‘aaahs’ can contribute hugely to the mounting excitement, and the narrators
I’ve worked with have been sinfully good at this!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I also try to use sound more subtly. In the audiobook <a href="http://adbl.co/1edc0d0">The Morning After</a>, which is wonderfully and excitingly
narrated by <a href="http://adbl.co/1c2o52X">Charm</a>, a young woman wakes to
find her new girlfriend Sandra has left the bed they just shared. But the visit
of Sandra’s bright-eyed Spanish maid, Maria, brings surprising consolation, and,
after a teasing conversation, the diminutive Maria is soon lifting the narrator,
clad only in black undies, and placing her on her belly on the same giant bed that
the narrator had only just shared with Sandra:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">If the stimulation of Maria’s
hands and words was not bad - or good - enough, I suddenly felt something else
– and I gasped. It was the touch of Maria’s nose and mouth behind me, the feel
of them pushing gently but insistently between the mounds of my behind. With
all the strength I could muster, I raised my butt slightly, to encourage and
help Maria, fighting the shuddering weakness in my own muscles as the pleasure
intensified.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Once more, I wasn’t sure if I
could stand it, or hold my position. I wanted to call out and wake the entire
neighborhood. ‘Enjoy the flight’, I told myself once more, gripping the sheets
like I was trying to rip them.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“So sexy girl, Diana,” Maria
said softly. Her voice was slightly muffled now, but I think I could still make
out what she was saying. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“So sexy for your Maria. So
sexy Sandra’s girlfriend.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">When the narrator speaks these lines in a voice that is
distinctly muffled, it really is very sexy to hear!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Another sense that audiobooks have encouraged me to explore
is the sense of smell. In my story <a href="http://adbl.co/1c2nYEA">Study Break
2</a>, Savita and Becky are two students who take a train with the intention of
studying en route but end up getting drawn into the mysterious and sensuous
world of an intensely beautiful black woman who is sitting opposite. Mrs Smith
has a smooth, gentle, velvet voice and the slow, confident manner of an
aristocrat. As the seduction unfolds, scent plays an important role. Savita
recalls one moment in particular:<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I lay across the seats with
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window.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Be gentle with me,” I said
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I tried to calm myself,
breathing as deeply as I could. I looked over at Becky. She was smiling at me.
She looked intensely beautiful. Once again, I wondered if I was dreaming and I
literally pinched my arm to check.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I breathed in through my nose
and drank in that gorgeous scent [At this point the listener hears the sound of
breathing in.] It really was a kind of marsh-mallow aroma, with apple, vanilla
and now I was getting a little sweet musk as well. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I wanted this gorgeous woman
so badly. I wanted to drown in that scent and give her all the pleasure I could…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">In this story, I try to emphasize the erotic potential of
‘not seeing’. Soon Mrs Smith is turning to face Savita’s feet and actually kneeling
astride the young college student. Suddenly, Mrs Smith lets her dark brown
skirt over the student’s face like a tent, before slowly, tantalizingly,
lowering herself into a position of great intimacy. Savita cannot see much but
all her other senses are on fire, not least her sense of taste as Mrs Smith’s
high state of arousal communicates itself through the thin cotton of her undies.
Nor can Savita see the events that are subsequently unfolding between Mrs Smith
and her fair-haired friend Becky; but she can certainly hear the conversation
and the references to various kinds of undressing. Soon Savita can also <i>feel </i>Becky’s presence, not least her
knowledgeable hands. And when both her companions fall silent, Savita senses
the long kiss between them…<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Oh gosh! Where was I?!! My mind is drifting.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">I find that the character of the narrator can make quite a
different to how a story is written. Some narrators – like Charm - are just so
talented at building the excitement and the ecstacy hat it encourages you to
write with a kind of wild abandon. Other narrators have a coolness and
restraint that is itself intensely erotic and encourages a long slow build-up
in which passion may also be expressed by what is not said and even, as with
Mrs Smith and Becky, by silence (<a href="http://adbl.co/1L5UJfW">Study Break</a>;
<a href="http://adbl.co/1EUYoIK">Study Break 2</a>; <a href="http://adbl.co/1S6O6iV">Tell Her She’s Pretty</a>; <a href="http://adbl.co/1S6OqOF">Your Bath is Ready, Madame</a>). In Your Bath is
Ready, Madame, the narrator went to the lengths of recording some water sounds
to accompany the following lines and you can just feel the delicious tension
between the two women in her restrained, soft voice: <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The bubbles were so high and
fluffy that Amanda could not actually see anything beneath the surface of the
water, but she gamely moved to kneel beside the bath, comfortable on a
thick-pile bathmat, and she began to sweep her left hand slowly through the
water, feeling for the bottom of the bath. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">Almost immediately, she felt
the soap, but she ignored it. <i>Why end the
game when it had just begun?! </i>Amanda’s hand continued its explorations,
brushing against the side of Chantale’s dress and then feeling where the
hemline gave way to the top of the French girl’s stockings. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“I’m sorry, I cannot find the
soap, madame!” Amanda said, trying to sound as contrite as possible.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<span style="font-family: inherit;">“Well keep looking!” Chantale
said in a stern voice. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<br /></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">Overall, it’s been amazingly fun to collaborate on these
audiobooks. Both the narrators and the audio medium have influenced the stories
in subtle and interesting ways. The <a href="http://adbl.co/1N9BQe3">reviews</a>
suggest that listeners are having a good time too. I’d definitely recommend
this format to other writers – and of course to other listeners and readers. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: inherit;">The old saying goes that “The eyes have it.” Well, that may
be true. But let’s not forget those other sensual organs – the brain, the hands,
the lips, the tongue, the nose… and of course the ears.</span><o:p></o:p></div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-32089103758052389742015-09-16T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-16T08:00:00.378-07:00Spotlight - Meeting Each Other: The Full Story by Raven ShadowHawk<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00U587I0M/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00U587I0M&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=LGJQELS7OCY7Z5QM" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00U587I0M&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
When Vicki broke up with Malcolm she felt sure her life was over. She knew she would never find another love like the one they shared and her alcohol fueled birthday party is but one of her coping mechanisms. That night, as she prepares for bed, unexpected company in the form of her best friend Lara, changes everything for her . . . and for the lives of many of her guests.<br />
<br />
For the first time, enjoy the full story. Six different couples enjoy their first or most significant sexual encounters with their loved ones. This sizzling collection includes all six stories in the Meeting Each Other series 'Vicki & Lara', 'Carol, Niall & Lin', 'Bill', 'Eric & Morgan', 'Simone & Mr Bradford' and 'Malcolm.'<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></u></i></b><br />
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Simone faced the door, resisting the urge to knock a second
time.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
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Her gaze flicked up to the fancy lettering on the shiny gold
name plate.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
AMOS BRADFORD ESQ<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
MANAGING DIRECTOR<o:p></o:p></div>
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<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Now there was a man worth worrying over. Mature. Rich. Sexy,
even with, or because of, his foul moods and worse language.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She nibbled her bottom lip.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Everybody knew that Bradford hated his gold-digging wife.
They understood that his relationship at home bled into his working life,
forcing everyone to walk on eggshells until sure of his mood. The worst kept
secret in the world was that Mrs Bradford refused to sign divorce papers.
Clearly she saw more profit in maintaining her marriage to the businessman who alternated
his Jaguar with his Ferrari three days a week.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Come in.’ His voice splintered Simone’s thoughts.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
After a brief hesitation she opened the door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bradford stood by his desk with his back to her, the
expensive fabric of his jacket drawn tight over his squash-player’s shoulders.
A curl of dark hair tumbled over his collar. When he turned, his shirt buttons
strained over a chest tight with muscle.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She looked at his face, but his gaze aimed lower, straight
at a gap in her blouse.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Morgan, that arse! He couldn’t tell me I’d lost a button?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She cleared her throat and tried not to think about how much
of her bra was on display. ‘Sir, I have the letters for countersigning.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
He looked up, at last, and instead of meeting her gaze,
glanced at his computer screen. ‘Bring them here.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Why did that brusque order sound like so much more?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
As she walked, Simone’s heels sank into the lush carpet.
Burgundy and tasteful, just like everything else, from the oak table – twice
the size of hers – to the leather chair behind it.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She stood near his desk, waiting for an invitation to sit.
It never came.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘How many today?’ He didn’t look away from the screen.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
It took Simone several seconds to figure out what he meant.
‘Twelve,’ she blurted. ‘There’ll be more this afternoon, but some of the
calculations need double checking.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bradford blew a heavy breath through his nose. His gaze
dropped back to her breasts then flicked up again, lightening quick. ‘How much
in total?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She squirmed. ‘£16,000.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Silence.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘I said—’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘I heard what you said, Miss Daye. I’m just surprised. I
thought we were doing well this month.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Simone licked her lips. Not for the first time she inwardly
cursed Rae and her happy trigger finger when agreeing compensation. ‘Many
customers had good cases, Sir. Their complaints are the result of major staff
errors.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
A snort. ‘Make sure it’s in the monthly report. I want to
know who’s lost their bonus this year.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Yes, Sir.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
That said, Bradford snagged the stack of papers from her
grip and skim-read them. He scrawled his signature at the bottom of each. His
lips twitched as he read, the icy blue of his eyes dancing back and forth as he
skimmed the text. Twice he snorted, once he outright growled and slashed his
signature across the page with a ferocity that almost tore the paper.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
At the last letter, he paused.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Simone held her breath. It was one of hers.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘£3,000?’ He glanced up. ‘To one person?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Yes. The customer lost four days of business due to a
faulty machine. She also had a break-in—’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Not our problem.’ Bradford narrowed his eyes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She squirmed. ‘No . . . but the FSA is involved. I’ve
already talked her down from £20,000—’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Excuse me?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Gazing into his eyes, Simone knew she had no need to repeat
herself. This time she waited, watching his face for clues of his mood.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘£20,000? And you talked her down?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘I was talking to her for an hour, but I did it.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Amos Bradford smiled. The change to his face was alarming.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Wrinkles vanished from around his eyes and a small dimple
puckered his left cheek. Frown lines smoothed out and the darkness filling his
gaze melted away. He looked almost young.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Impressive. Very impressive.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Thanks.’ She risked a smile.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Bradford signed the last page with an extravagant flourish.
His pen flew from his fingers, hit the desk and bounced to the floor. ‘Grab
that, will you?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What am I, your maid?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Simone ducked and groped for it. The pen slid away and
rolled beneath the desk. ‘Damn.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Problem?’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
She cringed, biting her lip over the answer she longed to
give. ‘No, I’ll get it.’ She wedged herself beneath the table. Her fingers
brushed something soft, lain over something hard and long. Confused she gripped
tighter. It flexed.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Fuck, that’s his calf. He’s ripped like an Olympic runner!<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Before she could pull her hand back, Simone heard a knock at
the office door.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Come in,’ said Bradford at once. His leg flexed beneath her
hand again, then slid forward to stroke her arm.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What the hell? She pulled away. He followed, nudging her
fingers with his toe.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Sir—’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The office door opened.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Simone squeaked, conscious of her rear sticking up from
beneath the desk.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
‘Hi, Amos,’ a chirpy female voice filled the room. ‘Your
wife is on line six.’<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
What the hell must I look like? Maybe the chair hides me.
Jesus, was he really playing footsie with me?<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Hardly daring to breathe, Simone waited.</div>
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Hi, I'm Raven.<br />
<br />
I'm the second half of a single author who likes to separate her work not only with different names, but personalities.<br />
<br />
I'm the fun one. :p<br />
<br />
I write erotica (romantic, kinky, pure fun) and take great pleasure in telling stories to delight and titillate. Smut with brains, that's what I do.<br />
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Some stories draw from real life experiences, others are complete fabrications of the mind. There's no way in hell I'm going to tell you which is which because... where's the fun in that?<br />
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In live in the UK and work from home while caring for my two young sons. I'm fortunate enough to live with a man who knows and understands what it is to be a 'creative' and is supportive, loving and kind in every way.<br />
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Now that the Meeting Each Other series is complete I'll be working on a series of novels under the group title Slippers & Chains, the first of these, Sugar Dust, will be out shortly. I'll also be working in collaboration with Ileandra Young to produce some fun and smexxy urban fantasies with an erotic slant.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-42123904710561994492015-09-09T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-09T08:00:08.043-07:00Spotlight: Red High Heels by Adam Mann<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00MNG9W1M/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00MNG9W1M&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=ZXRTSLE4GFZYOB6Z" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00MNG9W1M&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
This is not a humorous book, but a joke started a whole train of events:<br />
A research scientist books into a hotel before attending a conference on stem cell research, and whilst at the conference the hotel accidently allow a young lady with a very similar name to move into his room. They find themselves facing one another wearing only bath towels wrapped around them! When they decide to have dinner together the lady wears her red high heels, and this prompts a joke about red high heels, and wild horses. The young lady had just run away from a potentially disastrous wedding, but has to make peace with her parents. She is introduced to other scientists as the man’s fiancée, and she allays fears in her parents with the same ruse, which then turns into reality when she is presented with an antique Victorian engagement ring! Please have a box of tissues handy as you read!<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></u></i></b><br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
They looked at one another.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Your red high heels remind me of a joke,” Roger said, and
smiled at her.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Go on,” she encouraged.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“There were two tramps and everyday in the evening they used
to show one another what they had managed to collect during the day from
various trash cans, or rubbish heaps.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What did you get today?” asked one tramp, a man.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The other, a woman, looked a bit dejected, and said,
“nothing, but what did you get?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I found these high heels,” he said producing from his sack
a pair of shiny red high heel shoes, “would you like them?”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’ve nothing to give you in exchange,” the woman tramp said
mournfully.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The male tramp said nothing, but left the shoes where the
female tramp could see them.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“What about sex?” suggested the woman, as she quite fancied
the shoes.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“OK,” said the man, and the woman interrupted to say,<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’d better warn you, I’ve never been very sexy!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“OK,” said the man again, and they made arrangements for the
‘sex’ to commence.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
The female tramp lay on her back and took off just enough
clothes to allow the male tramp to lie on her body, and insert his penis into
her vagina.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Suddenly the woman curled her legs around the man.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Hey,” said the man, “I thought you weren’t very sexy!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“I’m not, but I’m trying on the shoes!”<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
Roxanne, whilst Roger was telling this joke, had stood up
and walked towards Roger’s bed picking up her red high heels on the way.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
“Help me to try these on!” she said.<o:p></o:p></div>
<div class="MsoNormal">
<br /></div>
<br />
<div class="MsoNormal">
Roger tried to jump to his feet, but met Roxanne half way
up, as she was leaning over Roger. She dropped the high heel shoes on the
floor.<o:p></o:p></div>
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<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Xq_q0g0EXM/VblN9hI-XoI/AAAAAAAABYw/_dqf-ghfKBw/s1600/Mike%2Bpink%2Bshirt.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2Xq_q0g0EXM/VblN9hI-XoI/AAAAAAAABYw/_dqf-ghfKBw/s200/Mike%2Bpink%2Bshirt.jpg" width="165" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">A Note From The Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
I’ve lived and worked in Africa and Asia for many years, and I have always been fascinated by personal relationships, and in real life! I’m now enjoying my fourth marriage, after being widowed, divorced, had one marriage annulled as this ‘wife’ had forgotten to get divorced.<br />
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As a result I’ve extensive experience of social and sexual activities, which I bring into all my books sometimes in explicit detail, and usually with a Happy Ever After ending. Underlying all these stories is a quest for a loving and ongoing relationship with my partner. Three novels have been based in Africa. I now live in Vietnam, and have written eight romance books, all based in Asia, and my eleventh based in England but moving to Japan.<br />
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Three of my books have been published by regular indie publishers, and twelve others by Butterfly Books at Smashwords and at Amazon.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
I was born in London within the sound of Bow Bells, just as the WW2 was about to explode. I was evacuated to the country as a small boy and then was brought up in rural England. My family moved to various places, including three years in Singapore from 1948, which had a curious effect on my later life. I have spent the vast majority of my working life in developing countries in sub-Saharan Africa and Asia, and now I live and work in Vietnam.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-21453970312579194042015-09-02T08:00:00.000-07:002015-09-02T08:00:00.482-07:00Spotlight: When In Rome: An Unexpected Vacation by Jessica Nyman<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00VL8KT6U/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00VL8KT6U&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=K3237CZYWDJOPAQV" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00VL8KT6U&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
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A young college girl wins a trip to Rome and while visiting the ancient ruins, she gets transported two thousand years back by a mysterious magic artifact. She is immediately seized by the city guards and brought before the most notorious emperor Rome had ever known. She's in for a big surprise and some hot, steamy sex beyond her wildest dreams. </div>
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When In Rome Vol 1: An Unexpected Vacation is the first part of an erotic romance serial short stories exploring the kinky sex life of ancient Rome from the eyes of a twenty first century college girl. Approximately 7000 words.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Author Interview:</span></u></i></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Can you describe your book in one sentence?</span></i></b><br />
21st century girl ends up in ancient Rome, gets seduced by the emperor and doesn't want to go back!<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What makes your book so different from all the books out there?</span></i></b><br />
The story is about a sizzling romance between a 21st century college girl who travels back in time and a mighty Roman emperor, with a lot of kinky action. The reader gets to explore the sex life of ancient Rome from the eyes of a 21st century girl. There are supporting characters not involved in sex/romance, a complex plot and subplots. It's the first of its kind as far as I know.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">How did you come up with your title?</span></i></b><br />
It just came to me as inspiration. The saying is 'When in Rome you do as the Romans do', my heroine gets transported to ancient Rome from the 21st century and deals with the culture shock and tries to adjust to their ways. Each story in the series has a different title about the main plot of the story.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you write under a pen name?</span></i></b><br />
Indeed I do. I write in another, completely unrelated genre under my real name and need to keep those separate for business reasons.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What was the process with getting the cover for your book? How do you like it?</span></i></b><br />
A friend did the cover design and she did a tremendous job. I ran into her blog totally by chance. She does awesome covers for indie authors. Her name is Lillian Rose Asterios if you want to check out her work.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?</span></i></b><br />
The easiest part is finding something new and original to write about. The hardest part is making the sex scenes varied and coming up with new stuff to avoid boring the readers.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Goals for future projects? </span></i></b><br />
I want to do more time travel ancient history series. I am planning to do ancient Egypt erotica featuring sexy pharaohs!<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Have you ever written anything else?</span></i></b><br />
I have a novel in progress (which is not erotica) I have written about 230 pages of it so far.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What made you want to write erotica?</span></i></b><br />
I'm a history buff with an emperor fetish and no one writes historical emperor fetish theme. I have written a series of historical essays about a few emperors on a high traffic web site, a lot of female readers wrote to me and said they would love to read historical romance/erotica involving the emperors. The lack of the theme in the market and the demand made me consider writing historical erotica.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is your favorite part of being an author?</span></i></b><br />
Making dreams come true in pages and bringing the characters to life."<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Jessica is a globetrotting European-American nomad currently living in Scandinavia with her roommate and cats. When she’s not writing naughty stories, she spends countless hours doing history research, reading books and taking nature photos in the vast Nordic wilderness.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-76392453567535140812015-08-26T08:00:00.000-07:002015-08-26T08:00:02.890-07:00Spotlight: April Showers by Dee Dawning<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B002ZNJM40/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B002ZNJM40&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=RQC44RCMQ6GP73FS" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B002ZNJM40&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><br />
<i><b><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></b></i><br />
Mrs. Helen Ryan the young beautiful wife of Dr. Herbert Ryan is shopping in her favorite grocery store, when a sordid episode from her past slams into her. You see, as college juniors seven years previous, she and three friends took their spring break in Las Vegas, working the two weeks as high priced call girls. Her working name had been April Showers and now, someone behind her, someone she dared not look at, is calling her April.<br />
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In a panic, she rushes into and hides in the ladies room. When she thinks the coast is clear, she rushes through the checkout stand looking wide eyed at everyone, wondering if the person who called her April is still around. Is he watching her?<br />
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Breathing a sigh of relief, Helen heads to her posh Paradise Valley home in her BMW and alleged safety, only to find out nothing is safe for April Showers, any more. As the man who accosted her in the store aggressively confronts her, she realizes, for better or worse, her life will never be the same.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></u></i></b><br />
My ringing cell phone drew me away from my succulent reverie. I retrieved the phone from my Prada leather handbag and flipped open the cover. "Hello."<br />
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"Railroad Park on Scottsdale Road."<br />
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My breath escaped me. It was him. ""What makes you think I'll come?""<br />
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"Because you're a whore. Wear your red polka dot sundress and nothing else. I'm going to fuck you."<br />
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"Hello." He hung up. In the back of my mind, I realized he'd gone through my closet, but I was too turned on to think about. The second he said he was going to fuck me, my pussy constricted, and juices started seeping from its walls. He didn't give a time. He's waiting. I rushed into my bedroom and shed everything in a frenzy. Naked, I pulled the requested red dress off the rod with care and slipped it on as if it was something to be revered. I wore only the dress as instructed and a pair of white Manolo sandals.<br />
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It took me ten minutes to get there. After parking, I strode into the park. Since it happened to be a weekday morning there weren't many visitors. Scanning the area, I spotted three mothers in the playground with toddlers, an elderly couple strolling, a young man on a bench with a computer and a man and woman jogger. My body felt electrified at the anticipation Randy's huge prick inside me, but I didn't see him. Then my phone rang. I fumbled the phone getting it out but caught it. "Hello?"<br />
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"I'm on the other side of the locomotive."<br />
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He hung up before I could say a word. I raced to the other side of the engine and he stood there all in black his back to me. I rushed to him and as I rounded him, I kissed him. The languorous, but passionate kiss was to die for. His silky tongue slipped through the crease between his lips and plundered my mouth. His hands were over me, kneading my breasts, squeezing my *ss and feeling my sensitive areas through the dress. Then as his hand slipped under the dress, I was barely able to catch my breath. I tensed as Randy's clever fingers split my nether-lips apart, probing the edges of my needy vagina. The hot Arizona weather was miniscule compared to the heat this man engendered in me. Flashes of heat and erotic lust raced to my erogenous zones and I sensed a trickle of cream meandering down my leg.<br />
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As I noticed his burgeoning cock through the thin dress, digging into my belly, he pulled away. He took my hand from around his neck and guided it down to the neck of his c*ck. I looked down. His c*ck, sticking out of his pants was rigid and pulsating. He gently pushed down on my shoulders. "I want you to s*ck me off."<br />
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I protested, "We're in the open. There's a path right there." I nodded to my left. "Someone might see us."<br />
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"Two lovers getting carried away. No one will think much of it. Besides, I have a feeling you would enjoy being watched as much as I do."<br />
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He is right. Why does he seem to know me better than I do? I lowered to my knees. Thank God, it was grass instead of gravel. Maybe it was why he chose this location. I noticed, out of the side of my eye, a jogger come into view just as Randy's silky cock entered my mouth. As I stroked him with hand and mouth. The jogger--a woman--jogged in place approximately fifty feet away. ""That's it, baby,"" he purred and I shuddered from head to toe.<br />
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Just as I saw the elderly couple stroll up beside the jogger and gape, Randy pulled out of my mouth and raised me up. He lifted me up and turned me toward the locomotive. "Bend over," he ordered. I placed my fingers and thumbs around a bar on the antique train as he spread my legs and lifted my dress up. Since they were now behind me, I couldn't see the spectators anymore. A delightful pain engulfed me as Randy rammed his super sized instrument into me, making that sweet ache go away as every inch of his c*ck pummeled me.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Author Interview:</span></u></i></b><br />
ON APRIL SHOWERS<br />
<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Can you describe April Showers in one sentence?</span></i></b><br />
Girls Gone Wild<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What was your favorite chapter (or part) to write and why?</span></i></b><br />
The public sex part in Railroad Park. Also the Dubious consent in the mc's home.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why?</span></i></b><br />
The hardest part is always my sex scenes. I don't just skim through them. I delve deep into them. Sometimes I write as little as a hundred words an hour.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What makes it so different from all the books out there?</span></i></b><br />
That I wrote it. If you don't believe me, read it.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect?</span></i></b><br />
It's very raw and mesmerizing. Don't expect nice people or a hea.<br />
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WRITING IN GENERAL<br />
<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Have you ever written anything else?</span></i></b><br />
Ah-huh. Last count I'd published about sixty titles in all pseudonyms. I'm working on book four of the Consequence series right now. It's called $ex in $in City<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">How long did it take you to complete your first book?</span></i></b><br />
Nine months and it was a loser.<br />
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<b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>Do you work with an outline, or just write?</i></span></b><br />
Yes...the later. I get an idea and let my muse take me on a journey. I also have about thirty books where my muse got lost.Those stories are in my must finish file. I imagine some of them have mold on them by now.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What does your writing area look like? </span></i></b><br />
Good question. Through the years it's changed. Right now since I currently write on a laptop one of my writing areas looks curiously like a queen sized bed, a night stand and a nesting table. The other one looks like an occasional chair and ottoman with a TV tray stand for coffee and things.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">One of your favorite quotes – </span></i></b><br />
To a man with a hammer, everything is a nail. MARK TWAIN (A brilliant mind)<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">How did you bring life to your characters?</span></i></b><br />
Instinct. Some things you just do without knowing why or how.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?</span></i></b><br />
When someone asks what kind of books you write and when you answer them they look at you like you're a pervert.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you ever experience writer’s block?</span></i></b><br />
All the time and some of my worse books were when I forced myself to write through the block. Rule number one: Never write if the inspiration isn't there. Edit, promote, make a cover or make yourself a ham sandwich, but DON'T write.<br />
Hmm. A ham sandwich sounds like a good idea.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Dee was born in Chicago, and grew-up in Las Vegas. Dee loves the Southwest and for the last twenty-five years has lived in sunny Arizona, and so far he hasn't melted. He's a young sixty-thirteen, stands about six foot, has sandy brown hair, blue eyes and a ruddy complexion. He presently resides in Carefree AZ with his beautiful wife of thirty-three years and a white Lab named Summer. (Children are grown.)<br />
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Dee Dawning started writing in 2004. To date he's published over fifty titles of various lengths and genres from erotica to sweet romance and from drama to action suspense. Some say his writing is a little quirky and that's just fine with Dee. If you're looking for something a little different check out his scribblings. I doubt you'd be disappointed.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-26647605306648474162015-08-19T08:00:00.000-07:002015-08-19T08:00:08.328-07:00Spotlight: Freedom - The Sensual Liaisons Series Book One by Luna Ballantyne<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00OKVZO2O/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00OKVZO2O&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=UIIZGYD6425LOBCY" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00OKVZO2O&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><br />
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Freedom introduces a new and exciting fantasy man in the shape of Giraldo De Lograno, otherwise known as the Bastard of Bilbao. Of Spanish descent, and from a time when the plague was raging in Newcastle, England, he has spent the last 400 years living his life as a gigolo. A time-travelling highwayman, who has been cursed to bring his own special brand of pleasure and pain to the women who cross his path. Women just like Zara.<br />
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Out on the town and looking for a random stranger to spend the night with, Zara knows just how to celebrate her recent divorce. A petite blonde, she is no shrinking violet and has a naughty little kit to prove it and fully intends to have a night that she will never forget… it is just a case of choosing the lucky guy. Then she meets ‘Max.’<br />
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‘Max,’ the most exciting and dangerous man she has ever set eyes on. Sinfully good-looking and with a seductive charm that leaves her breathless. The fact that she would choose him for her Freedom night was never in question.<br />
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What is in question is the role she will play in a twisted mind-game between her chosen lover and a young woman executed for witchcraft in 17th Century England. Elizabetha, a beautiful and cunning temptress and she has more to do with Zara’s fate than she would ever have dreamed possible.<br />
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Who is the Highwayman and what does he need from her? Will Zara seal her fate or gain her coveted Freedom?<br />
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One thing’s for certain; her life will never be the same again.<br />
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Freedom is the first in a series of erotic romances chronicling the journey of the Highwayman as he makes his way back to the young woman who holds the key to his heart.<br />
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Due to sexual content of an explicit nature, this book is recommended for ages 18+.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></u></i></b><br />
The kit, being a spacious, but discreet, black toiletry bag containing a realistic looking seven inch dildo, cat 'o' nine tails, leather cuffs, nipple clamps, clit clip, quilted blindfold, red crotch-less knickers, lube, and an assortment of condoms. Even though Zara had helped prepare these kits on numerous occasions in the past for friends who weredivorcing, she couldn't help blushing at the thought of what she was expected to do with the items that her friends had so lovingly provided!'<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-17539603478877715552015-08-12T08:00:00.000-07:002015-08-12T08:00:02.954-07:00Spotlight: Summer's Edge by Noël Cades<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00P5KM1ZM/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00P5KM1ZM&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=3MYMM466QUDQRD7E" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00P5KM1ZM&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
"He’s fighting it but he needs this as much as I do."<br />
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When Stewart Walker finds out the girl he kissed is a student at his school he’s furious and determined to keep away. But 18-year-old Alice has fallen hard and won’t give up.<br />
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She wants him to teach her body and her mind, even though a relationship is strictly against the rules. He’s struggling to resist the attraction despite knowing he could lose his job.<br />
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Throughout the illegal raves and festivals of Britain’s summer of ’92, Alice and Stewart dance closer and closer to the edge.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Excerpt:</span></u></i></b><br />
It was a beautiful late April day, flawlessly sunny. Warm in the sun though cool in the shade. Their tennis skirts were also extremely short and much more alluring, so Alice thought, than normal school uniform. You were supposed to wear huge regulation gym knickers underneath. But as these were only sold in the school shade of bottle green which looked awful through white tennis wear, no one ever did unless they were playing a match.<br />
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They walked together over to the school cricket pitch and sat on the grassy slope near the pavilion.<br />
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"He’s going to freak you know," Jules said.<br />
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"Maybe he won’t recognise her in different clothes."<br />
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"He’ll recognise the three of us."<br />
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They watched the play for some time. Mr Walker was focused on his job and not on any spectators around the place. Alice was impressed by how athletic he looked as he walked about the pitch. He really was stunning with his tan and his tall, muscular figure. All the First Eleven boys looked wimpy next to him.<br />
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It was when he passed near to where they were sitting that he finally saw Alice, stopped and froze. Her stomach lurched. Then he turned away and went back to the practice.<br />
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"See, he’s decided to ignore you," Jules said. "All for the best."<br />
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Alice said nothing. She hadn’t really thought about how he might react, but she still felt crushed. She picked at the grass next to her, pulling off a small flower, avoiding looking at the play.<br />
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Then a shadow fell over them. She looked up.<br />
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It was Mr Walker.<br />
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"I want a word with you. In the pavilion, now," he ordered her. His eyes pierced into hers and he looked furious.<br />
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Numb, she obeyed, walking ahead of him.<br />
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Inside it was empty and he closed the door behind them and turned to her.<br />
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"What the fuck do you think you’re playing at?"<br />
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He was absolutely incensed. He stood there, suddenly the adult, the authority, not just some guy she had kissed in a pub.<br />
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Someone she had compromised. Alice couldn’t think of anything to say.<br />
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She stood there in front of him. His scent of faint cologne and sun-warmed skin was disturbingly familiar to her, mingling with the dusty wood and sports equipment smell of the pavilion.<br />
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"Did you know who I was?" he asked.<br />
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"Yes." There didn’t seem to be any point in lying.<br />
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He glared at her and she looked back at him. His eyes pierced into her, their light grey-blue contrasting with his tanned complexion. He was one of the most devastatingly attractive men she had ever seen. All the more so now as his anger turned his face into carved steel.<br />
As terrified and awkward as Alice felt, she also felt slightly defiant. After all she hadn’t done anything wrong or illegal.<br />
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Then suddenly he grasped her by the shoulders and brought his mouth down on hers, hard. Surprised, she initially squirmed to escape his grasp then yielded as her forced his tongue into her mouth. His lips were bruising hers, he was almost biting her yet she wanted more.<br />
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Her hands, which had pushed against his chest to try and get away, went round his neck and she arched against him.<br />
He was trying to hurt her, devour her. Punish her. All at once. But he wanted her too. She could taste his need, raw and urgent. Feel the hotness of his breath as he nearly suffocated her with his kiss.<br />
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His mouth left hers and moved to her neck, half embracing, half biting it. She tasted blood on her lip where he had crushed it with his own. He was gripping her hard and she clung to him. She didn’t even care that he was hurting her.<br />
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He could have ripped all her clothes off right there and forced himself upon her. She had never wanted anyone so much.<br />
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Then just as suddenly he thrust her away from him. He swore under his breath as he tried to recover himself.<br />
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"Is that what you wanted?"<br />
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"No… yes… I mean…" Alice had no idea what to say. She was shaken and half in misery, half in ecstasy.<br />
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His face was like granite, its angles unyielding.<br />
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"Get out and don’t come back here again. Stay out of my way," he said.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Author Interview:</span></u></i></b></div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Can you describe your book in one sentence? </span></i></b></div>
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A hot student-teacher romance with a very sexy, happy ending.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What makes your book so different from all the books out there? </span></i></b></div>
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It’s set in the UK, whereas the majority of student-teacher romances tend to be set in US high schools. And it has two epilogues! </div>
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<b><span style="color: #990000;"><i>What was your favourite chapter (or part) to write and why? What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why? </i></span></b></div>
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I loved writing the scene where he offers her his shirt to conceal her modesty when her t-shirt becomes see-through with water. He’s still trying to resist her at this point but the sexual tension is off the scale.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">For those who might consider reading your book, what would you tell them to expect? </span></i></b></div>
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An illicit romance with lots of sexual tension, two people who really grow through their relationship with one another, and plenty of hot, erotic action.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">How did you bring life to your characters?</span></i></b></div>
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I drew on many memories of my own schooldays, and a particularly attractive coach we had back then whom many of my friends had a crush on. (He ended up marrying another sports teacher, not a student!) </div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you work with an outline, or just write?</span></i></b></div>
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I have an outline in terms of the two main character and what ultimately happens to them. I usually start out with some scenes already planned: major events, that kind of thing. Then as I write, I get dialogue and other scenes appearing in my head as I get to know the characters better.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Your thoughts on receiving book reviews - the good and the bad.</span></i></b></div>
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It’s always interesting to get feedback. When you see a reader appreciated something that you tried really hard to get right, like a particularly emotional scene, or a moment of sexual tension, it’s really amazing and it makes you want to write more for them. Many aspects of Summer’s Edge were inspired by feedback on my first novel (Forbidden Lessons). For example the two epilogues: every reader wanted a guaranteed happy ending which meant a peek into the future.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Goals for future projects?</span></i></b></div>
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I’d like to try writing a serialised novel on Wattpad. I think it would be interesting and useful to write it in instalments, using reader feedback to influence what I write.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Will you have a new book coming out soon? Can you tell us about it</span></i></b></div>
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In the New Year I’m hoping to start serialising ""Misbehaving"". It stars Marcy, a US high school senior, who discovers the hot guy she’s just met is her new teacher. She’s also struggling with her best friend moving away, her ex-boyfriend flaunting his new date in front of her, and a group of popular ""mean girls"" being horrible to her. So it’s going to be a huge year for her, but ultimately - I hope! - one with a very happy ending.</div>
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Tell us your most rewarding experience since being published?</span></i></b></div>
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When a reader tells you they loved your work. It’s what makes you want to write more!</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-62401919493004237282015-08-05T08:00:00.000-07:002015-08-05T08:00:00.538-07:00Spotlight: Better than Fiction by Jordan Bray<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00NDF38HG/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00NDF38HG&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=Q4I5TVHXN7TO3E6Q" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00NDF38HG&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><br />
<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Jay Saunders is a pop author invited to give a lecture to a crowd of undergrads. A chance meeting may just be the erotic kick start Jay needs for his next literary foray...<br />
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<b><i><span style="font-size: large;"><u>Author Interview</u> </span></i></b>[<a href="http://www.smashwords.com/interview/JordanBrayBooks">source</a>]:<br />
<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Where did you grow up, and how did this influence your writing?</span></i></b><br />
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I grew up in a series of small towns. My parents kept moving us around in a "grass-is-always-greener" approach to wealth management.<br />
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Since small towns in rural areas are, by definition, pretty much isolated from the interesting things to do in bigger cities, a lot of the fantasies of that life are the genesis of my stories. Yes, I've been to "the big city", I've lived there for short periods, but I've never been terribly comfortable, personally, in those sophisticated scenes, so using my personal fantasy of those scenes has led to many, many scenes and stories on paper.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">When did you first start writing?</span></i></b><br />
I first started writing for fun and pleasure when I was in college. I started writing erotica because it was an interesting diversion, and at the time I had no idea how many authors were out there. I thought it was a limited niche of writers, and writing for myself and a very small audience (of one) was a way of expressing my passions.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What's the story behind your latest book?</span></i></b><br />
lol There's no back story to the latest "Jordan Bray" story. I wanted to finally publish something, and I just sat down and started typing. I thought it would be interesting to see what kind of personal life a successful writer might be able to have.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What motivated you to become an indie author?</span></i></b><br />
Fortune and fame :P<br />
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In all seriousness, I've wanted to write for a long time, but it wasn't until very recently that I found both my muse and the encouragement to pursue this particular effort. The Princess has been, for me, the source of passion, the inspiration for the erotic, and the foundation for the effort. Without her I wouldn't have had the courage to publish anything I write.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is the greatest joy of writing for you?</span></i></b><br />
The greatest joy of writing for me is the creation and the receipt. That sounds weird.<br />
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I'm not a naturally "artistic" person -- drawing, sculpture, painting, even scrapbooking or making homemade greeting cards are, and have always been, far outside my artistic abilities. My artistic abilities peaked when I was 3, and you can tell because my drawings still look like a toddler makes them. :P<br />
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I can't sing, I'm too lazy to learn to read music, and I'm shy anyway, so the performing arts are out.<br />
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That said, I basically use writing as my sole creative outlet. I love putting pen to paper (figuratively speaking) and letting that passion out, expressing it in just the right way, so my audience can feel that passion exactly as I want them to feel it. It's a connection, one-on-one, between myself and the reader, and that's where I get my greatest joy as an author.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What do your fans mean to you?</span></i></b><br />
My readers are incredibly important to me. My number one fan, of course, is the Princess. She's the one who decides if my stories are ready to be published. If they don't pass muster with her, then no one else gets a chance to read them, which is a good thing, because she's read some pretty terrible stuff from me.<br />
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My readers are so important, though, because without them I'm just writing for myself, which is fine, but it's always very fulfilling to know that the reader feels, is part of, the story.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What are you working on next?</span></i></b><br />
Oh, this and that.<br />
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I'm always working on lots of things, although a lot of the "work" is just turning over ideas in my head. Maybe someday I'll finish a novel or something, but for now, I'm just going to stick to short works.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">When you're not writing, how do you spend your time?</span></i></b><br />
When I'm not writing, I spend my time doing normal-people stuff.<br />
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I have a regular job, and I'm a volunteer firefighter. I love firefighting, and you'll see that as a theme in a lot of my stories, I think. I like to play basketball whenever I can, and I lift weights occasionally. I also like to cook (and eat!!!). But when I'm not writing I prefer to spend as much time as possible with the Princess, although that' can be incredibly difficult.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you remember the first story you ever wrote?</span></i></b><br />
The first story I ever wrote was an erotic short set in a dance club. I never finished it, I don't think, but if I ever find it maybe I will.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is your writing process?</span></i></b><br />
I don't really have a "process". Some writers have to have complete silence, their desks arranged just so, the coffee mug steaming for seventeen-point-two-five minutes while they yoga and zen into the story. Others like to head-bang to Gwar and drink and smoke and shroom and pound on the keyboard until by some random chance a story swirls into existence.<br />
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My "process" is somewhere between the two. I tend to stew on ideas for a while, and when the urge strikes me I just sit down and bang it out. Sometimes I write with pen and paper (i know, right? How old-school!!!), but usually I type it out on the computer. Sometimes I like to have some music playing, anything from classical to the afore-mentioned Gwar, depending on my mood, but sometimes i prefer silence. It seems completely random from the outside, but it just depends on the story, and my mood, and where I plan to take my characters and the reader.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">How do you approach cover design?</span></i></b><br />
Remember when I said I'm not artistic? Yeah, that's pretty much how I approach cover-design. lol<br />
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Actually, at this point I prefer simple covers for my stories. Nothing complicated, but reflective of the content. I'm not going to put some complicated cowboys-and-aliens scene on the cover just to splash T&A all over the place. I don't mind some skin, but I prefer a subtle approach.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-67078089475310949702015-08-03T08:00:00.000-07:002015-08-03T08:00:01.091-07:00My Cuckholded Husband by Caelia Portier<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00N4J5B6W/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00N4J5B6W&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=LWLODSFD6BZCFC5F" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00N4J5B6W&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Dr. Navarro shows Michael how to properly pleasure his wife!<br />
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Michael and Delilah have been trying, for months, to have a baby. But things just aren’t happening as quickly as Michael would like. So, Michael schedules an appointment for Delilah to see San Francisco’s baby-making expert, the young and sexy Dr. Navarro.<br />
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Michael is ecstatic to schedule Delilah’s first appointment. However, Michael is in for quite a surprise when Dr. Navarro takes control, and shows him how its done.<br />
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My Cuckholded Husband: Cuckholded by the Doctor is a 5700-word scorcher of erotic fiction. WARNING: Not for the weak of heart, and for adults 18+ only. This work of fiction is the product of the author’s wild and fun imagination. Any similarities to real life characters, places, and events are completely unintended and purely coincidental. Please further note that all characters depicted are of legal adult age and are not related by blood. It includes descriptions of sex, including sex with an alpha male doctor and a humiliated husband. If you are offended by the nature of such stories, please do not purchase this book. Otherwise, enjoy.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">My Review:</span></u></i></b><br />
Despite being short and sweet (or should I say naughty!) this story gracefully stands on its own with no cliffhanger. A repressed housewife has the chance to stand up to her husband and fulfill the sex-with-doctor fantasy all at once. For every woman who has felt like her man could try a little harder to give her pleasure.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-38217469010063900642015-07-31T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-31T08:00:02.409-07:00Anything But Everything by J. Phillip Elwes<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00K7BYYU4/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00K7BYYU4&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=AVMZQNZNARFTLH5D" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00K7BYYU4&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><br />
<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
<i>Anything But Everything & Five More Gay Erotic Stories </i>is six short stories about men lusting for and loving other men. Here you will read about college fraternity bothers, a mechanic, police detectives, a former boxing champ, a famous photographer and others in such varied locales as San Francisco, a Colorado ranch, a ski resort and a small town in Oklahoma. Two of these stories were previously published on a gay website and in anthologies. Approximately, 33,530 words.<br />
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<b><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">My Review:</span></i></u></b><br />
Sexy and alluring, Phillip has clearly crafted his art of writing erotica. The song <i>Touched Like a Virgin</i> comes to mind when I read Phillip's stories, for he manages to capture the excitement of not only new budding relationships, but also the excitement of gay men learning to embrace their sexuality. I think this is one that could arouse anyone, gay or straight.<br />
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Ted Vanhagen was naked and sporting a full erection the
first time I saw him. He was holding a complicated-looking tripod in one hand,
as he strutted around the furnitureless room set ablaze by a network of
long-legged lights strategically arranged around him.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was leanly muscular and a head taller than me. He had a
broad back, pale ass and hairy chest and abdomen. His brown hair was cut almost
as short as his well-groomed beard. He wore wireless glasses. His brown
triangle of pubic hair looked luxuriant and untrimmed, his pale scrotum nearly
lost in the thicket. His cock was straight and longer than mine. It waved tight
circles in front of his pale hips, as he paced the room.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was rock hard by the time I slipped out of bed. I always
sleep naked, so there we were: two naked, horny men separated by two windows
and a narrow alley of overgrown weeds.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He put the tripod on the floor, kicked wide its legs and
raised its neck a few feet so it was even with his chest.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He looked around him some more, then dragged the tripod this
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I walked up to my window, my fist firing up and down my
throbbing cock, and was still a bit stunned a handsome man was naked and
aroused in a room that had until now been vacant the ten or so years I’d rented
my studio off Valencia Street.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I’d expected some hipster younger than me to eventually buy
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This man was probably twenty years older and hotter than
hell. He pinched one of his nipples and used his other hand to pull on his
scrotum, as he stepped around the tripod and stood sideways to me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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My heart was pounding wildly in my chest. My load was rising
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When he released his nipple and took hold of his rigid cock,
I let out a loud moan.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I knew what I had to do.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh, my god!” I moaned, furiously jerking off, as I whirled
away from the window, nearly trampled a floor lamp, switched it on, and jumped
back to the window.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He was frozen, one hand still cupping his balls while the
other gripped his member.<o:p></o:p></div>
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He slowly turned to face me.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I pressed my forehead to the window.<o:p></o:p></div>
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“Oh! Oh!” I cried at him, my stomach muscles contracting
hard, as I shot my load all over the glass.<o:p></o:p></div>
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It was an amazing orgasm.<o:p></o:p></div>
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At first, I didn’t realize he’d dropped his hands to his
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He still had a full erection, but something had changed in
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He was a statue until I’d fully unloaded. Then, he walked
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His lights went out a second later.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I was more than surprised: I was offended. How dare he not
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“Wait. I just came in front of a straight dude,” I said
aloud, still holding my softening dick, and looked at my semen oozing down the
window.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I felt weird.<o:p></o:p></div>
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I turned off the lamp and got in bed.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The studio was always freezing in December.<o:p></o:p></div>
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The bed was still warm. I lay back and pulled the covers up
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“Huh,” I said to myself, massaging the cum like lotion over
my belly. “That was weird. And hot.”<o:p></o:p></div>
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If I’d known how much hotter it got after that, I probably
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<b><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></i></u></b><br />
J. Phillip Elwes has been a writer and a voracious reader for a very long time.<br />
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Under different names, he has written nonfiction for LGBT newspapers and websites, as well as for a fashion website and a celebrity magazine.<br />
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He lives in California, loves to travel and is passionate about flowers, film, photography and people.<br />
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He thinks Twitter is a marvel of the modern world. There are so many interesting people out there! He can be reached at twitter.com/jpelwes<br />
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His blog is <a href="http://jpelwes.tumblr.com/">jpelwes.tumblr.com</a> and he can be emailed at jpelwes@gmail.com<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-68423561414872152272015-07-30T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-30T08:00:04.004-07:00Where has Christina been?I wanted to write an open letter to all my fans and followers. I think I owe many of you an apology for I have been slow in responding to your messages and slow with posting my reviews.<br />
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To be quite honest, I've been feeling extremely overwhelmed with everything: This Blog, Social Media, Writing, Personal Life, Professional Life, Home Remodeling, Traveling, Graduate School, Legal Issues, Medical Issues. And Life.<br />
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It's to the point where I retired from writing as a guest blogger for Romance at Random and even considered retiring Christina Harding<b> <i>all together</i></b>.<br />
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I was not encouraged when I posted <a href="https://twitter.com/TinaErotica/status/568142840267558912" target="_blank">this tweet</a>, pinned it to my page for a few days, and (as you can see) received no tangible responses:<br />
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Despite thousands of followers and thousands of page views on my blog <b><i>every day</i></b>, it seemed like my question was answered.</div>
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But, BECAUSE I've put so much time and energy into this, I wasn't quite ready to throw in the towel. I decided to just plug along and respond to messages and post reviews as I get to them. As already established, I didn't think anyone would notice my slowed activity. </div>
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As it turns out, some of my friends here in the erotica world <i>did </i>notice. And, I've unintentionally upset some people. For this, I am terribly sorry... and I hope you all can accept my apology.</div>
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At this point in my life... either I'm going to work on this blog at my own pace, or I'll have to quit all together. Since I don't think any of us are ready for me to quit, I just want to ask this from you... please have patience with me, and please trust I will get to you when I can. </div>
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If you have questions, please view my <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.com/p/review-policies.html" target="_blank">policies page</a> to see what I'm up to and where you fall on my to-do list.</div>
Unknownnoreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-53148875046026817692015-07-29T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-29T08:00:05.052-07:00Spotlight: Art & Seduction by Elaine Radley<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00JQTFQXW/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00JQTFQXW&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=ZSIXN6SLPVJFEEHN" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00JQTFQXW&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
The moment playboy Daniel Shaw walked into the gallery, Eliza Kendrick knew she had a problem. All that wavy, dark hair, his crystal-blue eyes, and a sexy sideways smile threatens her control. But she didn't want a player. She wanted a future. So what if she'd had one lapse. The ""elevator incident"" shouldn't count. Even if it did, it was only one time...<br />
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Daniel’s reputation preceded him, but it wasn't that bad. Was it? Even so, it was time to settle down, and he knew who he wanted by his side. He simply needed to convince Eliza. Of course, words can get in the way. They can even get you in trouble. Sometimes it's best just to let passion speak for you.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-86286415780206170632015-07-22T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-27T00:06:47.441-07:00Spotlight: The Advisor by Amanda Rogers<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>The Advisor</i> is the story of college advisor Cheryl Bracken. Cheryl is trapped in a very loveless marriage of twenty-plus years. It is not affectionate, it is sexless, it is without passion of any kind. She meets a student Brandon Cole who throws her into a whirlwind of emotions and passions she hasn't felt in years. She eventually falls in love hard with the young man but as the book reveals there is something deeper and dangerous about Brandon. There is a truth she will discover that will threaten to destroy the love she feels for him, and the escape she feels for herself.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Author Interview:</span></u></i></b><br />
<i><b><span style="color: #990000;">Can you describe your book in one sentence?</span></b></i><br />
<i>The Advisor </i>describes the life of a woman wanting a change and willing to do anything to pursue her passions.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Tell us about your writing process. </span></i></b><br />
I will go to a place where there are a lot of people, a mall, anywhere. I will take notes of the conversations, the physical messages people send. I try to create stories behind everyone's appearance. There might be short, stubby stories, or long, beautiful and dangerous stories.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you ever experience writer's block?</span></i></b><br />
I consider the time I'm not writing to be writer's block. When my fingers aren't caressing the keyboard or using a pen on a notebook, my mind is continuously writing and creating stories. Therefore,the block comes from not being able to write when I want to which is ...all the time.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you work with an outline, or just write?</span></i></b><br />
I write an outline that is in the fashion of having a conversation with a good friend about a good movie. Not ALL of the details are there but you get the gist of what occurred in the movie, and you keep the story going until (if you like to spoil) you reach the end. I do write with the ending first. Whether it's: "Andrew divorces Clara because she left him for Michael who is better with oral sex" or some other final moment that defines everything happening until that moment.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?</span></i></b><br />
Definitely Anne Rice and Stephen King. These writers taught me that the story is far more important than the mechanics. Not to say they are bad writers- they are wonderfully gifted writers but they also know how to keep the reader nose deep in the pages, missing their bus home, forgetting the bathtub is on, etc. Anyone can write flowery language, but only certain writers like Anne Rice, Stephen King, Chuck Palahunik, Cormac McCarthy, Kurt Vonnegut (just to name a few) can evoke the story and keep it moving, keep it sharp and bring the reader to a great ending. Reading a great book is like having a great orgasm.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Do you have a day job as well? </span></i></b><br />
Yes I am a manager of a large chemical control plant. I also have 6 wonderful children.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is the hardest and easiest part about being an erotica writer?</span></i></b><br />
The hardest part is dialogue. Finding that perfect tone. That perfect pitch. Isolating how people really talk to each other. I take for example the film <i>Juno </i>which is terrible because no 16 year-old girl talks like that. Her speech is so unique that it almost becomes a joke like <i>Napoleon Dynamite</i> which IS how teenagers speak but it's a comedy. People can destroy a story with bad story telling. Erotica is a very fragile art: I can write that "Andre stuck his tongue deep in her pussy and she responded with a quiver", or..I can write.. "Andre kissed and cherished her glistening bud with a measure of affection that could not be measured or challenged". I've said the same thing but I used the Sammy Hagar/ David Lee Roth approach. Fans of Van Halen will know what I'm talking about. David Lee Roth wrote songs about fucking...hardcore...doggy style...no love..no passion (ref. "Ain't Talkin' About Love"). Sammy Hagar wrote songs about making love, kissing, touching, caressing, feeling, passion. I don't pretend, as a man, to know how to read a woman but there are different styles by which you approach a situation. Yes...there are some women that want to read about another woman being bent over a barstool and taken from behind by three strangers. But there are also women who want to read about a passion filled BDSM session where the man whips the breasts with a leather belt and then caresses the clitoris with a feather. Therefore, the second challenge is deciding between writing porn or writing erotica.<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #990000;">What is your favorite part of being an author?</span></b></i><br />
It's refreshing to think I am doing something in my life beyond the mendacity of everyday life. I enjoy spending time with my family, but the best part of being an author is knowing I have the ability to literally crawl inside my stories or inside my mind and change what is around me. I can paint my own picture and if I don't like it...delete. It really is the control freak in me coming out. I can turn a sensual, erotic moment of fierce love making into a violent shoot out within seconds. I can make the moon and the sun collide and watch the apocalypse happen on Earth. That's the fun part of being a writer. I don't worry about sales because chances are I never will be a best selling writer. Would it be nice? Yes of course. But I wouldn't be doing it for me, I would be doing it for children. You cross a certain line in your life where you stop doing things for yourself and start doing things for your children. Not too many dads write erotica to supplement the lives of their children, but either way the knowledge I am providing for their future in some way is rewarding intrinsically.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Did you always know you wanted to be a writer? </span></i></b><br />
When I was three years old, I wrote what appeared to be words on the walls of my bedroom and I told my Mom they were my "pretties". She didn't quite appreciate it as much as I did. I've always been a very imaginative person, sometimes to a fault. It created quite a few distractions. I started writing violent horror stories in the 5th grade along with poetry. A lot of it was just angst ridden poems toward ex-girlfriends. I thought for a short time I was Jim Morrison and then J.D. Salinger, and then Jack Kerouac. All within the same summer. The summer I first went down on a girl, actually. I thought I had discovered the golden ticket to Heaven. I was still technically a virgin, but I went down on a girl and she said I should write about it afterwards. I wrote a long story about how it all went down and she was a lifeguard and it happened at a park around 5 in the morning before swim lessons and she peed in my mouth (she actually squirted little to my knowledge) and how much I loved it. Anyways, a few of her friends found it , and they wanted to try me out..so by the end of the summer I had made around 20 girls orgasm multiple times and started writing about my experiences.<br />
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<i><b><span style="color: #990000;">What is one book you wish you had written?</span></b></i><br />
<i>The Catcher In The Rye</i>...it is the most beautiful, awe inspiring book ever written in the English language and I love every word within."<br />
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Amanda Rogers is the pen name for Caleb Dean, a 38 year-old father of six children. When not writing his passions through the eyes of Amanda, Caleb is busy working on his Master's of Business Administration as well as his Master's of Fine Arts. He also works full time as a manager of an industrial chemical plant. When does he find the time to write? Behind taking care of his wife and family, writing is his passion and he devotes as much time as he possibly can.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-46494987555852193012015-07-15T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-15T08:00:07.206-07:00Spotlight: His Loving Admirer by Nina Sestina<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00O0BNCYG/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00O0BNCYG&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=POR6IZVBSGZCY4TE" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00O0BNCYG&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
After the departure of the woman of the house, Kylie moves into an apartment with the man of the house(Noah). Their relationship blossoms, and Kylie decides that she wants to change the dynamic between herself and Noah, but his role in her life is so set in stone that she doesn't think he will ever be able to see her in that way. Kylie knows that her feelings are taboo but she is powerless to fight them.<br />
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Kylie develops a very naughty plan, and wastes no time putting it into action. She is willing to do anything to show Noah that she can replace the void left by the woman of the house, and things get too steamy for Amazon.<br />
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I knew that he needed the warmth of a woman, and I knew that no woman could love him the way that I did. He was lonely, and worked too hard to be out on the scene and dating. It was perfect, I only needed to show him. I knew that he would be initially hesitant, as I had been with the taboo thoughts. I wanted to ease him into it, to slowly test the waters.<br />
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This brings me back to the cellphone. I had been constantly thinking of a way to come onto him, but there was just no way. You have to understand that despite our lack of blood relation, our relationship was that of a father and daughter. Our family had changed, it had evolved over time. It was smaller, and I felt that our relationship should evolve along with that. We were both adults, and we both had needs. We were essentially a custom fit for each others natural wants and desires.<br />
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Every young woman is attracted to older men, and every older man is attracted to younger women. Add in the facts that we were both attractive, had a strong base relationship to build on, and lived together, and it just seemed like the obvious solution. I wasn't going to be comfortable just coming onto him out of the blue though. I couldn't just jump straight to it, and try to seduce him with pure aggression. This seduction would require finesse.<br />
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The first thing that I did was take a ton of sexual, erotic photos of myself. I made sure that there was no way that he could identify me through the photos. Obviously, I avoided showing my face. I also made sure that the background on the pictures wasn't noticeable as our apartment. My flip phone simply didn't have the camera to pull this part of the operation off, so I would be using email for the visual side. I was going to be his secret admirer via text.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-1195331393970367462015-07-08T15:09:00.000-07:002015-07-08T15:09:00.528-07:00Spotlight: A Perfect Dream by Raven J. Spencer<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00L8DKPO4/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00L8DKPO4&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=BPC4YPBX4TSRGOR6" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00L8DKPO4&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Sex and politics can be an explosive combination. Beatrice, wife to a conservative lobbyist, can’t imagine being out in the open about her preferences and orientation, but lucky for her, there’s A Perfect Dream. Secret parties that only the privileged have access to fulfill every fantasy and need she can think of. Beatrice didn’t count in meeting Sage, a woman who not only satisfies her in every way, but challenges everything Beatrice has believed about herself so far.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Raven J. Spencer, lesbian, married, loves everything sensual and indulgent which led her to write erotic romance and fantasies. When she's not writing, you can often find her on Pinterest in the pursuit of inspiration.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-41466893903383661002015-07-01T08:00:00.000-07:002015-07-01T08:00:05.378-07:00Spotlight: Obsession's Unkindness by Shaun Meehan<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00L5OIGAQ/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00L5OIGAQ&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=CQBQDRYFLUM5235T" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00L5OIGAQ&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
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Waking in his hotel room on the final morning of an important business trip, Jackson could remember nothing pertaining to the activities of the night before. An unfamiliar odour permeated the air, conjuring images of an unknown white flower in his mind. With his memory shrouded by the veil of excessive drinking, Jackson was impotent to explain the feeling of dread developing deep within his soul. Eye witness accounts would soon imply that the moral man who was Jackson Scott, had faltered in his fidelity, having been seen leaving a bar with an anonymous woman—dark haired and beautiful. The only clue pertaining to her identity was the sighting of a black feather, tattooed on the back of her neck. </div>
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Jackson would soon become plagued by dreams depicting his darkest sexual desires, acts shared with the faceless beauty. With each passing night the visions grow in lucidity, her identity still cloaked in mystery, yet her intentions slowly becoming more clear. In association with an ancient evil and with her sexuality implemented as a vicious weapon, the woman seeks the desecration of those untouched by darkness. Pain and suffering, torment and anguish, her intent is to take from Jackson everything he holds dear—particularly that which he loves most and claiming it for her master. </div>
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An unlikely ally would surface, harkening from a distant past, though her firmly grounded beliefs would deter her from the acceptance of Jackson’s outlandish claims. Becoming obsessed with uncovering the identity of the mystery woman, his search would end with him finding her presence everywhere, leading him to commit acts unimaginable—each designed with his unraveling in mind. </div>
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As the demonic attacks evolve from implanted thoughts to physical encounters, it would be through an obscure individual that he would discover the truth behind his assailant. Through her, he would combat the demonic entity hounding him—the entity desiring possession of his family. </div>
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Jackson’s enthralment would begin with her body, exploiting his darkest desires, but would end with the soul belonging to the one he cherishes above all else. Through the artistic hand of his young daughter, her innocence threatened, the future would be unveiled. Obsession’s unkindness would prove itself the cruelest tormenter of all. </div>
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Warning: This work contains graphic depictions, sexual in nature. What you WILL find are scenes such as one containing a depiction of erotic asphyxiation between two consenting adults. What you WILL NOT find are scenes pertaining to rape or those including minors. </div>
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Each interaction is written using proper terminology or tame descriptions, carefully avoiding the use of slang words to circumvent a sleazy approach. Though intended to be entertaining in themselves, each scene has relevance to the story, be it hidden or obvious, making them integral to the plot.</div>
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<b><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></i></u></b></div>
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Shaun Meehan currently resides in his home town of St. Thomas, Ontario with his wife and their two sons. An avid outdoorsman, he spends much of his time afield paddling a canoe, as well as hunting with his three beagles, and fly fishing. Prior to his writing of fiction, Shaun managed his own archery website, dedicated to the art of hunting with a traditional bow. Though the site is no longer in operation, bows both of traditional recurves and modern compound are still a fixture in his household.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-53469680324828937442015-06-24T08:00:00.000-07:002015-06-24T08:00:00.746-07:00Spotlight: Lessons in Forever by Julie Raust<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00JH2A8O0/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00JH2A8O0&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=BLFTQK5VBQFF73OO" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00JH2A8O0&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Widowed at a young age, Rachel Halson has spent the last 20 years as the ultimate mother, volunteer and picture-perfect good girl—and she’s had enough. Now she wants to experience all things sexual. The only problem is that Rachel’s not sure she has it in her; fortunately, that changes the instant she meets Detective Mitch Lang.<br />
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Mitch is gruff, demanding and definitely not the type to break in a mild-mannered homemaker from Wyoming. However, after one taste of her, Mitch finds he wants nothing more than to teach the lovely Miss Halson all the naughty things he can do to her in his bed.<br />
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Luckily, Mitch and Rachel both want the same thing—sex. No strings, no emotions, just hot, wild sex . . . and lots of it.<br />
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But when casual begins to feel like commitment and a dirty cop threatens their relationship, Mitch and Rachel must decide if what they have is actually worth fighting for.<br />
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Warning: This book contains a mature sexy, alpha male hero who knows how to make a curvy woman scream in bed, on a table, against a wall, on the floor and anywhere else he pleases. Its spicy sex scenes may be too hot for some to handle, and there’s no lack of four-letter words. Luckily one of them is 'love'.<br />
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He watched all the color drain from Rachel’s face while she scanned the dozens of condoms and two sealed tubes of lube as they tumbled onto the wooden surface. He smiled smugly—time for her to lose the innocent act.<br />
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“Oh. My. God. I’m going to kill him,” she hissed quietly, her hand at her mouth, covering her shock. “I . . . those aren’t . . . wait a minute? You . . . think I’m a prostitute?”<br />
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Damn, she was good. “The innocent act only works on me once, Rachel, so you can drop it. I asked you a question. How much was Kyle paying you?”<br />
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“I . . . he wasn’t! Those aren’t even mine!” she squealed, desperate for Mitch to believe her. “I can’t believe this is happening.”<br />
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“Believe it, Miss Halson,” he slowly unsnapped the tab on pouch that kept his handcuffs secured to his belt, “because it’s not too late to take that ride to the station.”<br />
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Rachel’s eyes darted from his face to the cuffs and back again. Her complexion paled, and she chewed on her lip nervously.<br />
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The seemingly innocent gesture caused alarm bell’s to go off in Mitch’s head, his cock to harden painfully and—for a brief instance—he almost felt sorry for her fate.<br />
“Oh god. I can’t get arrested for prostitution,” she mumbled.<br />
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Her plea seemed to have no effect on the angry man cuffing her. For the first time that night Rachel feared the handsome law officer. In her small front hall, his broad shoulders, muscled arms and long thick legs dwarfed Rachel’s larger-than-average frame, threatening to engulf her.<br />
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With the second metal bracelet secured, he leaned down close to her ear, so close she could feel his warm breath tickling her flesh. “Well, you’re in luck,” the man rasped almost seductively, “because I’m gonna make you an offer, Miss Halson. And you should know that I don’t ever make such offers, so think very wisely before you make your decision.”<br />
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Taking her chin in his hand, he forced her head up to ensure he had her full attention. In the dim light, his sliver eyes called to her, calming her, while at the same time causing her pulse to quicken. “We can take that ride downtown, you’ll get arrested and most likely spend the rest of the evening in jail, or you can work off some of Kyle’s money right here, Miss Halson, on your knees.”<br />
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Is he really offering me freedom at the price of a blow job? Sucking on Detective Lang’s cock would not be a punishment for Rachel. She’d wanted a taste of him the minute she’d laid eyes on him.<br />
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He interrupted, “Save your breath and your explanations, Miss Halson. All I want is your decision. Are we driving back to the station or are you gonna suck me off?...”<br />
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<b><u><i><span style="font-size: large;">Author Interview:</span></i></u></b><br />
<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Can you describe your book in one sentence?</span></i></b><br />
It's never too late to learn how to find new love in and out of the bedroom.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What was the hardest chapter (or part) to write and why?</span></i></b><br />
The suspenseful parts were the most difficult. This is the first story I wrote with a twist. I'm not used to writing anything but love scenes, dialog, and sexy stuff, so it was a challenge.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Favorite quote from your book?</span></i></b><br />
“’Ain’t gonna happen,” he said with a shake of his head. “I want sex, just sex. If you want more, Rachel, find someone else. But know this: a vase full of carnations is never gonna look as good on your kitchen table as you spread eagled with my face between your thighs, eating that sweet pussy of yours.”<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Is there any particular author or book that influenced you in any way either growing up or as an adult?</span></i></b><br />
Reading my step-grandmother's Harlequins began my love of romance books.As I got older the spicier stuff became known to me and I became drawn to the more erotic reads.<br />
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It just came to me as I was writing. The hero was to be giving her lessons in sex/ love and you'll have to read the ending to figure out where the rest came from (I bet you can guess...lol)<br />
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"You don't have to see the whole staircase, just take the first step."<br />
This quote inspired me to write. I was always writing, but I found I could never decide on an ending. One night when I was frustrated with my writing, this quote kept playing over and over in my head. The next day I decided it would just continue writing and worry about the end when I got there. I always find this motivational.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What was the best writing advice that someone has ever given to you?</span></i></b><br />
Get a good beta reader. It has changed my work. I love getting feedback and to see the little things I missed before my work gets published only makes it better. I'd recommend this valuable step for all authors.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is your favorite/least favorite part of writing? Why?</span></i></b><br />
Distractions. Like Twitter, Pinterest, Goodreads etc.. Whenever I get stumped, I find I can't help but surf the net. That's why sometimes I have to force myself to an internet free zone to write.<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">What is your favorite thing about being an Indie writer? </span></i></b><br />
Freedom. I can write what I want, choose my own covers, make changes as I see fit, and work with my own schedule. Best of all, I don't have to wait 3-6 months to hear if my book will get accepted. It gets out to my readers as soon as I feel it's ready!<br />
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<b><i><span style="color: #990000;">Anything you want to say to your readers?</span></i></b><br />
A big fat THANK YOU for reading and reviewing and for all your support. You let me live my dream and do what I love to do!<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-2269300236869647442015-06-17T08:00:00.000-07:002015-06-17T08:00:02.328-07:00Spotlight - Autumn Harvest: Maiden by Tof Eklund<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00R4SBSRU/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00R4SBSRU&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=KQCQIXNXNPHNELKN" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00R4SBSRU&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Autumn Harvest: Maiden is a sensual and socially conscious tale of irrepressible longing in a court full of intrigue and inequality. Yelen is a long-lived witch of the Order sent to the patriarchal kingdom of Thrycae, where witchcraft is punishable by death. Kaye is the young prince of that kingdom, and becomes attached to Yelen after she saves his life (but not the use of his legs) from a deadly childhood disease. As the years pass, Kaye grows into a handsome and thoughtful adult, and Yelen finds herself drawn to him despite the mortal peril inherent in such an affair.<br />
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Eighteen short stories from the world of Autumn Harvest are included in the book, from a jilted young man’s life-changing encounter with an emerald-eyed dwarf, to the inner monologue of a lady’s maid in need of a helping hand, the frustrations of a dominant dryad, and a series of tales about a polyamorous trio.<br />
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"Summer is the only time of year that the climate in Thrycae is even remotely similar to that of Maragoya, and I relished the heat. But soon, summer was over. The weather cooled and the leaves began to change color. Though I understand the process well enough, every year the turning of the leaves caught me by surprise, and made my breath catch in my throat. It is strange that such vivid color and beauty should emerge out of a process that seems so much like dying.<br />
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On one such day, Kaye was falconing on his own, Geoff having declared that he had nothing more to teach him. We were discussing the epic of R'salynda, and the elaborate court manners that are described in intricate detail therein. Kaye asked me if it was true that, in other kingdoms, they greeted men and women alike with kisses, on the cheek or hand.<br />
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“In some. Raline, for example, where a kiss on each cheek is the normal greeting between friends, and in the court of Tir Hanoch, where it is considered an insult for a lord to greet a lady without kissing her hand. Senior clergy of the Unmoved God wear rings of station, and for a clergyman of lesser rank to kiss the ring of his superior is a demonstration of loyalty, like affirming an oath of fealty, though they don't call it that, as they only swear oaths to their God...”<br />
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“Yelen, if I were being presented at the court of Tir Hanoch, how would I greet you?”<br />
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I straightened. “By your name and title, then you wait for my response.”<br />
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Kaye stepped to face me, lifted his chin, and said, “Milady, I am Prince Karamon Lycius of Thrycae.”<br />
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I looked at him, his open expression one of graceful formality, though something—perhaps mirth—quirked his full, red lips. He bore himself well. At some point Kaye had acquired poise as well as strength. His easy smile riveted my gaze. Looking at him I saw not a crippled boy but a well-mannered and handsome young man. Kaye was wearing a stylish burgundy-and-cream doublet over matching silk hose, one leg in each color, and wore no gaudy ornament save for his all-too-brilliant hazel eyes.<br />
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“Yelen?”<br />
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I shook my head. “Sorry...ah...I greet the Lord Lycius. I am but Maiden Yelena of the Order of Sisters.” I lifted my hand and, distractedly, removed my glove. I presented my bare hand to Kaye, who clamped his crutch firmly under his right arm before reaching out to take my hand in his.<br />
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“Where do I kiss it?” he asked, his voice suddenly husky.<br />
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“The knuckle or the top of the hand,” I said, realizing my error a moment too late.<br />
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I felt as if I were watching myself from a distance as he lifted my hand to his lips and brushed his lips against each of my knuckles before kissing the back of my hand more firmly. He lifted his gaze slowly to meet mine, his face flushed. My cheekbones and ears suddenly felt hot, and a vague fuzziness settled over me.<br />
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“Yelen, I...” he paused, and I remember thinking I should say something, but when I opened my mouth all that came out was a soft sigh. His fingers were so warm, I was so warm, I'd missed his touch.<br />
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Wresting control back from my traitorously weak-kneed body, I jerked my hand out of his and pulled away. I fumbled with my glove as I walked, somehow having trouble getting it back on.<br />
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“Wait!” Kaye cried after me, his voice intense, but soft. Swinging along at a pace nearly equal to a run, he passed me, then spun around and stopped. He wobbled and I thought he was going to topple over, but he caught his balance and said something that started with “what” or “wait” and trailed off incomprehensibly.<br />
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I looked at him, and no words came to me. Something hot and prickly stirred in my gut and my heart pounded as my mouth became suddenly dry. As I watched, a teardrop arced down over his cheek. I looked down, trying to blink back tears of my own. With my gaze lowered, I couldn't help noticing that his doublet was pushed up and away from his groin like a tent-flap. Again the heat rose in my cheeks.<br />
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He took one large swinging step toward me and I looked up. I had intended to apologize, but as he closed the distance, I found that all I wanted to do was stroke his face and kiss his trembling lower lip, so I turned away and ran.<br />
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I heard him croak, “Yelen,” as I passed him, and start to thump along after me, but I sprinted and outpaced him. I did not look back."<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Tof Eklund is queer: genderqueer, to be precise, but also strange. A non-binary “bearded lady” with a Ph.D. in comic books and an affinity for cephalopods and medusae, Tof lives in Orlando with their awesome spouse, crazy-cute children and geriatric cat. A Professor of creative writing by day and author of convention-defying fantasy and feminist smut at night, they are a lover of monsters and friend to small gods.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-36884721554350028112015-06-12T08:00:00.000-07:002015-06-12T08:00:01.421-07:00Cuckolding the Cheat by Reed James<i>Today I'm highlighting Part Three of Reed James' Naughty Wives Series. You can read my review of Part One <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.com/2014/08/roleplay-gone-wrong-by-reed-james.html">here</a>, and Part Two <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.com/2015/06/naughty-wifes-surprise-by-reed-james.html">here</a>. </i><br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Frank and Evie are up to more naughty fun, joined by Evie's best friend Cherry. Ever since Cherry learned that her husband Steve was cheating on her, she's wanted to watch her husband with another woman. Cherry's plan is simple: to cuckold her husband with Frank while watching him cheat on her with another woman—Evie. So enjoy as more wives are naughty in this explicit story of marriage, love, and cheating.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">My Review:</span></u></i></b><br />
<i>Part Three </i>of Reed James' <i>Naughty Wives</i> series continues his trend of enjoying the taboo. While <i>Part One</i> focused on dubious consent and <i>Part Two </i>focused on spanking and BDSM, <i>Part Three</i> explores the arousing aspects of cheating and shame. It is quite impressive that within the constraints of one story line Reed still managed to display his talent for masterfully crafting hot erotica of various genres. He knows how to mention the exact details necessary at the right time in order to draw his readers into the heat of his scenes. If you enjoy taboo, you will definitely find pleasure in Reed James' <i>Naughty Wives</i> series.<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">About the Author:</span></u></i></b><br />
Reed James is a thirty year-old guy living in Tacoma, WA. "I love to write, I find it freeing to immerse myself in a world and tell its stories and then share them with others." He's been writing naughty stories since high school, furiously polishing his craft, and finally feels ready to share his fantasies with the world.<br />
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"I love writing about women who want to be a little (or a lot) naughty, people expressing their love for each other as physically and kinkily as possible, and women loving other women. Whether it's a virgin experiencing her/his first time or a long-term couple exploring the bounds of their relationships, it will be a hot, erotic story!"<br />
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For his day job Reed drives a paratransit shuttle, helping the disabled and senior citizens get around town. "It can be both a rewarding and stressful job in turns. And sometimes sad."<br />
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So check out his works, the Naughty Wives Series and Seducing Straight Women series and the erotic-supernatural thriller My Fallen Angel.</div>
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-29637824310557883672015-06-11T08:00:00.000-07:002015-06-11T08:00:02.189-07:00Naughty Wife's Surprise by Reed James<i>Today I'm highlighting Part Two of Reed James' Naughty Wives Series. You can read my review of Part One <a href="http://christinahardingerotica.blogspot.com/2014/08/roleplay-gone-wrong-by-reed-james.html">here</a>.</i><br />
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It's Friday again, and Frank and Evie are looking to have more naughty fun. Last week, everything changed for the couple. Frank had watched his wife be very naughty with the Black cop, and he learned just how hot it was to watch her with another man. But now its Frank's turn to have some fun, and he wants to bring another woman into their bed. After last week, Evie's more than happy to do whatever her husband wants, she'll even be his slave, and find out just how much naughty fun two wives can get into.<br />
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Contains explicit depictions of bondage, cheating, domination, spanking, threesomes, oral sex, anal sex, and wife watching.<br />
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The exciting, and very explicit, sequel to <i>Roleplay Gone Wrong.</i><br />
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“The safeword is 'matrimony', Frank said when she answered her phone.<br />
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“Okay,” she answered, and a thrill filled her—more bondage!<br />
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“Okay, Master,” he snapped.<br />
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“Sorry, Master!” she gasped. Pleasure shivered through her body straight down to between her thighs; he sounded so strong, so powerful. She pressed her thighs together; her clit suddenly aching.<br />
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There was a sound in the background, like someone sucking on a lollipop.<br />
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“In the trunk of your car is an outfit,” Frank continued; his voice grown husky. “You will strip naked right there in the parking garage, and put it on.”<br />
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She hesitated. She wasn't alone in the parking garage, and the thought of some stranger seeing her naked only made the ache between her legs grow. “Yes, Master,” she purred, surrendering control to her husband.<br />
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“That's a good slave,” moaned her husband. “Now lick lower.”<br />
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“What, Master?” Evie asked, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion.<br />
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“I was talking to my other slave,” he chuckled. “You better hurry home, or they'll be nothing left for you!”<br />
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<b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">My Review:</span></u></i></b><br />
<i>Naughty Wife’s Surprise</i> is the second part in Reed James’ <i>Naughty Wives </i>Series. <i>Part Two</i> is just as raunchy as the first, but with some distinct differences. I would classify <i>Part One </i>as a “dubious consent” story, while I would classify <i>Part Two</i> as closer to traditional BDSM (complete with rugged spanking!) Reed is able to create hot stories in both subtly different genres, and if this is the kind of erotica you enjoy, then you will not be disappointed.<br />
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Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-118503985329206747.post-40107456962688407042015-06-10T08:00:00.000-07:002015-06-10T08:00:01.407-07:00Spotlight: Sleeping with the Sandman by Eden Redd<a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/offer-listing/B00OVJKUOM/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00OVJKUOM&linkCode=am2&tag=reliablebookreviews-20&linkId=YUEJ6PZEISMTOTGR" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="http://ws-na.amazon-adsystem.com/widgets/q?_encoding=UTF8&ASIN=B00OVJKUOM&Format=_SL250_&ID=AsinImage&MarketPlace=US&ServiceVersion=20070822&WS=1&tag=reliablebookreviews-20" /></a><b><i><u><span style="font-size: large;">Synopsis:</span></u></i></b><br />
Lucy's normal everyday life is pretty bland. But when Lucy sleeps, her dreams become vivid and otherworldly. She controls her dream scape where she goes from skinny and unflattering to a big beautiful woman.<br />
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Lucy wonders if she can endure the seductive desires of the sandman.<br />
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Eden Redd has a supernatural lust for anything involving monsters and strange sedcutions. Titillation and pleasure are themes Eden likes to explore. Throw in some monsters and you have one delicious good time.<br />
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