Archive for September, 2007

I’m done with the Pixie story, just have to send it out to Beta Readers, edit it and submit. (Fingers crossed). Well it’s Banned Book Week. To me banning books is almost as bad as burning them. On one hand you have people keeping the books from others on the other hand once you burn all of them the knowledge, creativity and that resounding voice that a book has is gone forever. Here is the list of some of the most challenged books:

http://ala.org/ala/oif/bannedbooksweek/bbwlinks/100mostfrequently.htm

Selena

AKA Impromptu Contest

To enter email me at darkicegoddess 682 AT gmail DOT com.

Prizes:

Mini Promo Pack

Download- Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me from Celia Kyle

Download- ARC of Harvest Moon from Aurora Black

Contest deadline has been extended to October 31st, 2007, Midnight EST. Good Luck.

Selena

Bio: Ashleigh Raine

Ashleigh Raine is a multi-published, award-winning writing team made up of lifelong friends, Jennifer and Lisa. Living in the Los Angeles area, they have both worked various jobs in the Entertainment industry including stagehand, script reader, feature film production assistant, precision driver, theatrical lighting designer, seat filler and background actor. These experiences are a wealth of inspiration for their Hollywood Heat series.

Their first novel, LOVER’S TALISMAN, won second place honors in the Reviewers International Organization (RIO) Award of Excellence for Best Debut Book 2003. Their second novel, FORSAKEN TALISMAN, was a RIO Recommended Read for August 2004. The Ashleigh Raine website (http://www.ashleighraine.com/) contains further information on these talented ladies and the Hollywood lives they’ve lived.

Driven to Distraction excerpt #1

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Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
Available now from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.

Left turn. Right turn. Twist and turn. Left turn. Left turn.

Blaina Triton cruised the streets of Encino, driving to her best friend Sam Clarey’s place for an old-fashioned girls’ night in—pizza, ice cream and gossip. Of course gossip was just a nice way of saying they were going to talk about men and sex.

The traffic light turned green and Blaina made a right onto Burbank Boulevard near Woodley Park. One of the only decent breaks from buildings at the south end of the Valley, it was wide enough to smash the pedal and go like a bat out of hell if there weren’t any cars around.

A sliver of moon chased the sun as warm evening breeze poured through her open window, bringing with it two of her favorite smells, trees and car exhaust. Driving through Encino was the long way to Sam’s house. The very long and much-preferred way. Just Blaina and her yellow ’69 Camaro, the way life should be. Then her cell phone rang.

“Blaine? Please tell me you’re not already on your way over?”

“Yeah, Sam, I’ll be there in maybe twenty, thirty minutes, depending on traffic. You know me, I’m taking the scenic route over the hill. What’s up?”

“You’re gonna hate me,” Sam said hesitantly.

“Oh right. Me hate you. You married the most gorgeous man in Hollywood and I don’t hate you yet. What else could you possibly do that’d actually make me hate you?” Blaina rolled her eyes and laughed. “You canceling on me or something?”

“Well…yeah…” Sam drew out each word then spoke in a rush. “But it’s for a really good reason. Connor’s home. He rearranged his schedule so he could come home a day early and surprise me and—”

“And you’d rather fuck him than hang with me? Duh. I should hope so.” Blaina snickered and shot a glance at the gaudy, neon pink bag on the passenger seat. “Now that Connor’s back home, I guess you won’t need the gift I bought you. Too bad, I’ll just have to add it to my collection.”

“Hey, now. You can’t tell me you bought me a present and then say you’re keeping it for yourself.”

“Pshaw. It’s not like you need it. You are getting laid tonight. I’m going home alone—with your present. A portable penis. Ten inches of glowing green, vibrating pleasure.”

“Only ten inches? Connor’s bigger than that.”

“Shut up and stop bragging.” Blaina chuckled, then saw something that gave her a better buzz than anything plastic ever could.

A dark purple 1970 Barracuda convertible parked on the side of the road, hood up, complete with hard-body owner leaning against the fender just in front of the driver side door. Muscular bronze arms crossed over a white T-shirted chest. Faded blue jeans that looked so well-worn they’d be soft to the touch, showcased his long legs, ending with black, work-booted feet, one crossed over the other. It was like the man had stepped out of her favorite car fantasy, instantly popping the clutch and throwing her libido into high gear.

She tried to tamp her excitement, telling herself that a smart woman would not jump a strange man on the side of the road. But there was no reason she couldn’t offer help. And whatever happened afterward… “I think my night’s gonna be great anyway. Go rock Connor’s world. I’ll catch ya later, Sam.”

Sam laughed. “Okay. Thanks, Blaine. Be good.” Sam’s last words were barely heard as Blaina flipped her phone closed and tossed it onto the passenger seat next to the plastic bag from the sex shop. At a break in the center median, she hooked a U-turn. The Camaro’s tires squeaked as she whipped the car around.

Come to mama, baby. Her nipples tightened in anticipation under her white cotton, ribbed tank top and she squirmed to give her cunt some breathing room in her painted-on, low-rise, dark green camouflage jeans. As she passed on the opposite side of the street, she stole glances at the fine hunk of manflesh, wanting to verify he was real and not a sexual mirage.

Wait a minute. Was he checking her out, too? His dark sun-glassed gaze followed her path as she U-turned again at the next intersection and pulled up behind the Barracuda.

When she stepped out of the car, his gaze locked on her. Even through the sunglasses, she felt his stare searing her body from head to toe—pausing at a few choice places in between—with each of her approaching steps. Or maybe it was the Southern California heat causing her body’s temperature to rise.

Slowly, he peeled himself away from his car and turned his damn fine body toward her, looking relaxed and sexy as he looped one thumb in a pocket. Sweat trickled between her breasts, her temperature jumping another ten degrees. This close, the man was an even tastier roadside attraction. His blond hair was cut short, accentuating his strong cheekbones, a slightly crooked nose and chiseled jaw. One half of his mouth ticked upward in an interested grin as he gave her another slow once over, pausing at her braless chest.

Blaina cocked her head to the side and returned the favor, undressing him with her eyes. Holy moly, if reality was anything like the carnal picture her mind was presenting…

Somehow she managed to choke out through all the accumulating drool, “I’ve got tools. You need a hand?”

“A woman with tools, huh?” His grin shifted into a scowl as he smacked a fist against the roof. “Unless you’ve got a magic wand, a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape there probably isn’t much you can do.”

“I’ve got a gallon of water and a roll of duct tape. I left my magic wand at home, though. Sorry, I don’t need it much. I drive a Chevy.” She winked, then began walking back to her car, adding what she hoped was a mesmerizing, follow-me-back-to-my-car swing to her hips.

He chuckled. “Oh, I see how it is.” The crunch of gravel beneath his boots as he followed had her ready to do cartwheels. Reel him in, Blaina. “You tease me with your tools and then put down my new ride before she’s proven herself? Give me a weekend and I’ll get this here pile of scrap metal to smoke your Chevy like it’s tied to a tree.”

“Oh, please. You gonna slide in a hotter camshaft and switch the gears in her rear-end just so you can have a shot at my machine? I dare ya.” Blaina popped her trunk and grabbed a rag, a jug of water and slid a roll of tape over her wrist. She needed something to keep her hands busy. Her fingers itched to rip the clothing off Mr. Hardbody and explore all of his pieces. “I’d love to see your hotrod pull out ahead of me. But tell me this, what are you gonna do when I squeeze the juice and you find yourself working extra hard and heavy only to eat my dust?” She tossed a saucy grin back over her shoulder.

He leaned a hip against the edge of the trunk next to her and although they weren’t touching, his arresting presence practically sucked the air from her lungs. The steamy twilight air resonated with his intense magnetism, drawing her to him like a moth to a flame…and oh how she wanted to burn. “I guess you’ll have to wait and find out what it’s really like to tangle with my big block Barracuda. Bring it on. I love a good…hot…race.” His words slid down her neck like a heated caress, letting her know she wasn’t the only one who wanted more than just a roadside attraction.

Blaina swallowed hard, suppressing a breathy pant. This man had revved her engine from zero to sixty in less time than it took to say, I want you. Can you please fuck me right here on the trunk of my car?

Visions of that fuck filled her mind, the full length of him driving hard into her, the feel of his breath ragged and hot against her skin. Her body tightened with unspent desire and she swallowed a moan. This was the fastest her body had ever shifted into overdrive.

Damn, girl, come to your senses. You’ve spent less than five minutes with this man and you want him to check your oil?

She stood up quickly, trying to clear the lingering sexual fantasies before her nipples drilled holes through her tank top. The jug of water she’d clenched so tightly hit the edge of the trunk and bounced out of her grip, landing inches from her feet.

“Whoa. You okay?” He lunged downward, but she’d already leaned over to retrieve the jug. She took that moment to push all thoughts of sex with him out of her mind, before she ended up dropping something much heavier and more painful on her foot. Calm…cool…collected…c’mon, Blaina…

But when she lifted her head, his lips were only inches from hers and that ragged breath she’d been fantasizing about only moments earlier washed over her face in a feverish caress.

“Yeah…I’m f-fine.” You’re incredibly fine, actually. I need to pour this water over myself to try to cool off at least a tiny little bit or I really will jump you on the trunk of my car, passing motorists be damned. “S-So, did you overheat?”

His tempting lips curled up in a suggestive smile.

“I-I mean, your car.”

“Radiator hose.” A car part had never sounded so sexy before. His voice had dropped, becoming a deep husky growl, more sex beast than mechanic.

His gaze stayed riveted on her for a second longer than necessary, before he turned and headed over to his engine compartment.

And talk about a fine rear view. Wow. Blaina followed, staring at his firm, tight ass while taking deep, calming breaths to decelerate her heart back to normal cruising speed.

She set down the jug of water—carefully this time—and laid the duct tape on the front fender.

“Big block engines… They get real hot, don’t they?” She tilted her face toward him, and lowered her voice provocatively. “Ever let a woman caress your big hose?” Blaina gave him her naughtiest smile, but at his snorted reply, she erupted into laughter.

He shook his head. “Honestly, I never imagined a woman would want to caress a hose as big as the one I’ve got.” His grin turned positively feral as he moved in behind her, so close the heat of his body cradled hers, and whispered into her ear. “Careful, it’s very…hot.” He drew out the last word and Blaina shivered at the sensual intensity in his tone.

Using the rag, she placed her fingers around the radiator hose and began stroking up its length. She’d only traveled three inches when he grasped her hand, trapping it between the heat of the hose and his skin. A current of electricity shot from where he touched her to every erogenous zone in her body. If she hadn’t known better, she would have thought she’d gotten crossed up with a spark plug wire while the engine was at full throttle.

His hands were large and work-roughened, the kind that could rebuild a carburetor and undress a woman with equal care, and oh God how she wanted to experience him doing both.

“I’ll take over from here,” he rumbled, working the rag and her hand up the hose’s length. His arm grazed hers, the coarse hairs causing goose bumps to rise on her flesh.

Blaina closed her eyes, letting him manipulate her hand and her senses. Fixing a car had never been this erotic before. If they were to fuck, would he show her how he liked to be stroked? It wasn’t hard to imagine pumping his thick, hard cock, taking the large, round head into her mouth and working him until he came.

Oh hell, she almost came at that image. Her pussy flooded with moisture, her stomach clenching with deep-seated longing. It was everything she could do not to rub up against him, throw him down and shift his gears like he kept shifting hers.

Fuck it. If he hadn’t figured out by now that she wanted him, she might as well make it more obvious. But as she leaned back to feel his rock-hard chest, he leaned in, giving her an added bonus of washboard abs pressed to her rib cage. Her ass grazed the large bulge in his pants, but it was enough to send sharp ripples of longing to her core. His entire body strung tight and a sharp breath hissed between his lips.

A gurgling sound called her attention back to the car. As if on cue, some water dribbled out of the break in the hose, sizzling as it hit the water pump. But neither one of them laughed. Heat seared her body from every direction. The car was hot, this man was hot, the ground was hot, her pussy was hot…everything was scorching hot.

Needing an escape before she completely lost control, threw him down and fucked him on the side of the road for all to see, Blaina slid her hand out from under his and stepped away. For a moment he watched her, his hand fisted at his side, his breathing as sharp as hers, before finally returning to his work.

She walked a few feet, trying to catch a breeze, something, anything to cool the raging fire burning through her. The asphalt ignored her plea, the heat of the day still rising off it.

He glanced back at her. “You rescue guys like this all the time?”

She shook her head.

“Well, I guess it’s just my lucky day then. And to think I was pissed off about breaking down one lousy mile from home.”

Damn she wanted him, more than she could remember wanting any other man. So what next? Was she supposed to climb back into her car and let Mr. Hardbody drive away? Buh-bye. It’s been fun.

That would be a serious crime against humanity. Or at least against her dismally boring social calendar.

She moved to face him, just as he stood up. He gestured toward his car. “Can you start her up so I can fill the radiator?”

Blaina nodded, not sure that if she opened her mouth to reply, anything but “Please fuck me” would come out.

Before her wits left her for good and she ended up on her knees supplicating, she reached through his open window, turned the key and the engine chugged to life. Pulling back out of the car, she caught him watching her before he leaned over and began pouring the water in. He’d been checking out her ass. That was it. She was not spending this evening alone.

Decision made, she walked around the front of the car.

He looked up at her approach. “You got anywhere you need to be?”

“I’m following you home to make sure you get there okay.”

He nodded. “Let’s go.”

Driven to Distraction excerpt #2 (a hint of naughtiness)Driven to Distraction by Ashleigh Raine
2007 (c) Copyright Ashleigh Raine
Available now from Samhain Publishing, Ltd.When the Barracuda brake lights dimly lit up and he turned into a driveway, Blaina stopped in front of the house, watching as he pulled into the garage.

He lived in one of the older houses in the neighborhood, a single story home painted beige with cream accents with matching fifties-style decorative rock facing. The lawn was simple and well-maintained. An extra garage had been tastefully added on, turning the standard two-car garage home into a car lover’s dream—room for a workshop and four cars.

As if she wasn’t already panting for the guy.

Blaina grabbed the gaudy pink sex shop bag off the passenger seat and pushed the ten-inch vibrator out of the way, revealing a box of multicolored condoms. Ripping the box open, she took in the rainbow of rubbers—red, blue, yellow, green, purple…

What was wrong with her? Why was she pondering colors? Blaina yanked out a condom and stuffed it into her back pocket.

She looked up to see Mr. Tall, Blond and Sexy walking her way, hands in his pockets, sunglasses no longer camouflaging his face. Her stomach flip-flopped at his approach, his long, confident strides, the way the denim clung to him in all the right places. Blindly, she reached back into the bag for more rubbers. One condom was _not_ going to be enough.

Cramming the handful of condoms into her back pocket, Blaina tossed the bag back onto the opposing seat, cringing as the ten-inch vibrating monstrosity thumped against the passenger door. Hopefully she hadn’t broken the damn thing.

The man’s shadow crossed the window, and Blaina forgot about the stupid vibrator as she climbed out of her car and stared into crystal blue heaven.

The man had the most gorgeous cerulean eyes she’d ever seen. Why the hell would he hide those beauties behind sunglasses…ever?

His grin widened, creating matching crinkles at the corners of those sexy eyes. How long had she been standing there ogling him, mesmerized by his gaze?

Shaking it off, she leaned against her closed door, trying to look casual and flirty and oh-so-ready for hours of naughtiness. “So, you got home okay. Guess my job’s done.”

“Well now, the least I can do is offer you a drink. For going out of your way and all.”

She cocked her head to the side as though she were considering his offer. “Throw in a tour of your garage and it’s a deal.”

“Done.” He winked and extended his arm to her, unintentionally revealing corded muscle bulging beneath tanned skin. “Come on.”

Blaina was smitten, charmed and ready to go anywhere with him. She pushed away from her car and he settled a hand on her upper back, leading her into the garage. He barely touched her, more of a guiding hand than an erotic caress, but it was enough to send her senses reeling.

Then they walked into his garage, and the last bit of sense she had went flying out the window.

Welcome to paradise. Blaina’s mouth fell open as she took in her surroundings.

Next to his Barracuda, a blue ’63 Corvette split window coupe with freshly polished chrome twinkled in the twilight. At the far end sat a custom-painted teal with detailed orange and yellow flames ’49 Ford Panel Truck, chopped, channeled and ready to roll. But if rolling wasn’t fast enough, next to it was a sleek, black ’97 Viper roadster. That baby didn’t just look fast, it was fast.

This garage was incredible. A huge workshop took up most of the back wall. In the dim light, she vaguely made out a drill press, brake lathe and chop saw, but knew there had to be tons more. If this wasn’t automotive foreplay, what was?

“Okay, what do you like? Diet or regular? Or maybe a beer?”

His deep, gravelly voice yanked her from her musings and she snapped her mouth shut, hoping he hadn’t caught her drooling. Turning his way, she pasted on a smile, swallowing her tongue at her new view—jeans pulled tight over a flawless male ass as he bent over and studied the contents of his steel-plated fridge.

Blaina walked up behind him, lifting her hand and cupping the air around his butt. Oh yeah, sooooo nice…

When he tossed a raised-eyebrow glance her way, she jolted her hand back and said, “I like it all.”

His eyebrow arched higher, laughter dancing in his eyes. “Really?”

“Oh yeah. I’m easy to please.”

“Good to know.” He handed her a soda and grabbed a bottle of beer for himself. A few pizza boxes crashed against the door as he closed it. “Obviously I wasn’t planning on having company tonight or I would’ve been more prepared.” Twisting off the bottle cap, he leaned against the workbench, his long legs stretched out in front of him, crossed at the ankle, his gaze one hundred percent focused on her.

Blaina thought of the condoms filling her back pocket. Although that probably wasn’t what he was talking about when he mentioned being prepared, it was a perfect opening to learn his relationship status. “Do you live alone?”

“Just me and my dog, Bo, out back.”

Yes! Yes! Yes! But just to be sure she confirmed, “No wife, girlfriend, significant other or anyone else who’d be a teeny-tiny bit jealous that I’m lusting after your…cars?”

One side of his mouth tilted upward. “Nope. Cars are usually women repellent.”

“I think you’ve been talking to the wrong women.”

He chuckled. “I think you’re probably right.”

“Of course I am.”

His grin didn’t disappear as he lifted the beer bottle to his mouth. His head tipped back, throat moving as he swallowed. She wanted to brace him against the workbench and nibble on his neck, lick a line up to his mouth and then suck the extra moisture from his lips. His really sexy lips. Lips made for sin, sex and seduction.

Shockwaves of lust caused her engine to overheat and her driveline to shimmy with desire. And she’d thought that only happened in romance novels. But no, her legs were quaking and she squeezed her knees together to keep them from knocking. She skimmed her can of soda over the steamy, exposed flesh above her tank top, and swore she heard a sizzle. But the cool relief was short-lived. His eyes sparked electric blue fire as they followed the trail the condensation left on her skin, heating her right back up again.

He clunked the half-empty beer bottle onto the workbench next to his hip, and stood up straight, aligning their bodies. “You still interested in that tour?” His fingertips grazed her hips, burning a hole through the denim.

If they were naked, all Blaina’d have to do is wiggle and jump and she’d be shifting her way to paradise.

Why weren’t they naked already?

“I’m ready when you are,” she offered hopefully. If the large lump in his pants was anything to go by, he was just as ready as she was.

“How fast do you like to go?”

Her heart accelerated, setting new land speed records. “Why don’t you take me for a test spin and find out?”

The words had barely passed her lips when he yanked her toward him and crashed his mouth over hers.

Oh Christ, the man was talented. His lips were warm and smooth as he teased hers, nibbling the sensitive flesh, then using his tongue to soothe the slight sting. Blaina didn’t normally like beer, but the faint taste of it on him was an intoxicant, a flavor she’d happily drown in if given the opportunity.

Calloused hands skimmed up her bare arms, leaving a trail of pure arousal in his wake. His palms came to rest on her neck, his thumbs stroking her jaw line. But still he didn’t deepen the kiss or rip off her clothes or any of the wonderful things that would get them closer to raw, unbridled sex.

Although maybe this going slow thing had its benefits. There was time for exploration, and this man had a body that demanded a fourteen-point inspection. But where to start. Did she want to polish his chrome? Dabble beneath his hood? Lengthen his driveshaft?

She placed her hands on his chest, beginning her journey by stroking him through the soft cotton, moaning her endorsement of every taut, hard, chiseled inch. Her fingertips skimmed lower, feeling the ridges in his abdomen. It was a roadmap to paradise.

Where had this man been her whole life? She sent up a quick prayer of thanks to the god of broken down vehicles for having this perfect specimen of a man’s car stall when and where it did.

His lips separated from hers and she blinked up at him. Why was he stopping? Stopping was bad.

“Do you want to go inside?” he asked as his thumb made lovely, erotically charged sweeps across her cheek.

Okay, that was definitely not bad. That was very, very good. Except she didn’t want to go inside.

She shook her head and he frowned. His hand fell from her face and Blaina realized she’d better explain really fast before he retreated completely. She tangled her fingers with his and smiled. “Why would I want to go inside? You and the cars are out here. The garage is perfect.”

http://video.yahoo.com/video/play?vid=1117687548&fr=yfp-t-471

(Warning Pop Up)

Did anyone see Burn Notice’s Season Finale? Who else was screaming at their TV? Want a sneak peek at next season (well, not a sneak peek, more like info)?

http://www.eonline.com/gossip/kristin/detail/index.jsp?uuid=b0b7cd7c-d5b6-40d3-a823-808a002e1ac8

I can’t wait for next summer.

Selena

BioAva Rose Johnson lives with her golden retriever in a beautiful magical place which inspires her every day. When she’s awake she works in a cozy bookstore where she buries herself under the desk and reads all the latest romances. She writes erotic romance late into the night when the muse is with her and then she goes to bed and dreams about delicious heroes and their awesome lovemaking skills.Blurb of Midnight MelodyFive years after her husband’s tragic death, Lizzie Jenkins’ life has
come to a standstill. Spending her days like the living dead, she
struggles through, the darkness dragging her down. But when the music begins, arousing her from troubled sleep, long-gone emotions are
awakened.

The green-eyed piano player hypnotizes her with his soft
melodies, eliciting a desire within her that she has never
experienced and soon she falls into a passionate affair. But how long can a relationship with a ghost last? Surely, it must end… right? It doesn’t matter that this man is from another time, his power over her is too strong. She’s addicted.

Buy link: http://www.twilightfantasies.com/Midnight%20Melody.htm

Excerpt One-X Rated

When Lizzie passed the now familiar portraits two nights later, excitement bubbled deep inside her. She fought herself not to run, savoring the anticipation of seeing him again. The past week had been incredible, and she was in no hurry for it to end. In fact, the idea of it concluding tonight sickened her.

Pushing aside the ugly thought, she bounced down the last couple of stairs, turning immediately to the music. His melody changed every night, though it was also soft, seductive. Tonight the notes reminded her of smooth jazz, teasing her nipples to jut proudly before her.

“Hi,” she whispered, catching his attention.

She shivered as that devastating smile appeared, casting his spell upon her.

Instead of waiting for her to approach as he usually did, he stood, reaching for her hand.

She raised an eyebrow as his hand came to her waist. “What’s this?”

Moving her toward the gramophone, he turned the dials. “How could I resist asking you to dance when you look so beautiful?”

She giggled, blushing furiously. “I’m wearing my nightdress.”

“Your nightdress is beautiful”.

As the old-style music filled the room, he led her slowly around the room, his steps way too complicated for her to follow.

“I’m sorry,” she squealed after stepping on his toes.

“Angel, you are light as a feather. You could dance all night on my shoes and I wouldn’t notice.”

She laughed, slapping a palm on the center of his chest. “You have all the words, Simon Kensington. But do you have the moves?”

His eyes widened slightly, but he didn’t pause. In one smooth step, he swung her around, dipping her so low, tendrils of hair trailed along the floor.

Breathless, she clung to his body. “Where did you learn to dance?”

“At school.”

She shook her head in wonder. “Boys nowadays would never learn to dance.”

Simon frowned in confusion. “Why not?”

“It’s considered uncool.”

His frown deepened. “Uncool?”

She nodded. “Yes. Other boys would make fun of them.”

He chuckled loudly, shaking his head.

“What?” she demanded as his laugh grew louder.

Pulling her close, he dipped in close to inhale her scent. “Why would any man resist the opportunity to dance? It is the easiest way to touch a woman, without being slapped.”

“You really are a rogue Mr. Kensington,” Lizzie scolded, giggling as he planted soft kisses along her collarbone.

“As long as I’m your rogue.”

She looked up into his eyes, his expression suddenly serious.

Swallowing, she nodded, her heart beating faster. Those eyes held more power over her than her own mind.

His lips came down on hers in one easy swoop, taking her over with the heat of his mouth. Molding against his body, she gripped his neck, pulling his mouth downward. Need coursing through her. Heat pooling at her core. She sucked on his lower lip, biting gently then shoved her tongue into his mouth to tangle with his.

Body out of control, she moved mindlessly against him. Lips caught on his, her back slammed into a wall. Moaning against his mouth, she held onto his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist. Not knowing what was happening, she relinquished her control.

“Can’t take it,” she gasped, his mouth dragging along her neck. “Fuck me, oh God.”

Savoring the tight grip of his hands on her bare ass, she screamed as he slammed inside her. Damn, that felt good.

Moaning her pleasure, pussy clinging onto him, she banged a fist against the wall behind her. His thighs, so strong as they met hers. His cock pushing her so far. Within seconds, fire exploded in her belly, spreading throughout her body. But he kept going, she could hear him grunt. Felt her sweat-slick skin slide against his.

Feeling his whole body tense, she looked up, the desperation in his gaze making her lip quiver. Her action catching his attention, he claimed her mouth with his own, kissing her so fiercely she couldn’t breathe.

“Angel,” he muttered into her neck, breaking their kiss. “Angel…”

She leaned against the wall, his body covering hers for what seemed like hours. The warmth he gave her satisfying every bone in her body. Stroking a damp piece of hair away from his forehead, she smiled as he raised his head.

“What will I do when you stop coming Angel?”

Her heart shivered, his words sending fear shooting through her veins. Shaking her head, she kissed his forehead. “I’ll keep coming.”

Excerpt Two-X-Rated

His eyes gave nothing away, except for the flicker of heat brewing between them. Coming to a halt before him, her senses inundated with his irresistible smell of leather and soap, she tried to smile.

He didn’t smile back, his gaze uncompromising, making her sweat.

Up close she saw he wasn’t as young as she’d originally thought, creases showed at his eyes, making him even more attractive. Tall with broad shoulders, he was impossibly masculine. Stubble covered his chin, a few dark chest hairs springing from his open collar.

But it was his mouth which had her heart racing, blood rushing to her nipples. Even set in a grim line, he couldn’t disguise the fullness of his bottom lip. Plump and red, she longed to sink her teeth into it, to taste his mouth, his tongue.

Her mouth dry, she realized she was staring openly. Forcing her eyes to meet his, her breath caught in her throat at the pure, unadulterated lust she saw there.

“Angel,” he said, his husky tones pulling at her sex. “You have a beautiful mouth. May I touch it?”

Struck dumb, she nodded mindlessly, unable to breathe as his hand rose to cup her chin. Still holding her gaze, he brushed a thumb over her mouth, first lightly, then harder, pressing into the soft flesh.

She gasped for breath, her pussy thrumming heavily, begging her to press against him. His thumb rubbing the wetness of her lower lip, she tasted his skin, creating a craving within her she couldn’t resist. Parting her lips, she drew his thumb inside her mouth and sucked. As she closed her eyes, she was aware of a low moan coming from him, his body moving closer. Then overwhelmed by his heat, she pressed against him, feeling the erection at her belly. Opening her eyes, she raised her gaze to see a face rigid with restraint. She tipped her head slightly to the side, silently telling him it was okay.

Lifting her hands to cup his face, she dragged him down so his breath warmed her cheeks. Then bringing his hand from her mouth to where her nipple strained through the thin fabric of her robe, she pulled his mouth to hers. His lips touched hers softly, as if testing the waters. Winding her fingers into his hair, she kissed him harder, running a tongue over his lips. Dutifully, he parted them, sliding his tongue into her mouth, entwining with hers. Moaning into the back of his throat, she went limp against the strength of his body, only aware of the delicious heat of his velvet tongue. Her panties grew damp, the eroticism of the fevered kiss driving her crazy. Pulling at his hair, she ground instinctively against his erection, seeking release from his body.

“Please,” she breathed, needing more. “Oh God, please.”

Sharply ending their kiss he moved her onto the chaise longue, kneeling before her. He paused, running his eyes over her body.

She squirmed under his gaze. Not because she was embarrassed. She didn’t give a damn what she looked like. All she wanted was for him to soothe the ache in her pussy, an ache she couldn’t recall experiencing before.

He put his hands on her, caressing her ankles, sliding his palms up her legs. She bit her lip, the sensations almost unbearable. Her breath coming in short bursts, she pulled her robe open for him.

“Patience Angel,” he said, his tone harsh.

“No,” she hissed, pressing against his hands that rested at her thighs. “Now.”

His large hands grazed along her thighs, under the silk of her nightdress, the heat of his fingers sending a surge of moist to her pussy. Her senses overpowered by the scent of her arousal mixed with his smell, she closed her eyes, wanting only to feel.

She let out a strangled gasp, his fingers suddenly inside her, her pussy closing around them. He slid them in and out, his touch more pleasurable than anything she’d ever felt before. Opening her eyes, she saw his dark head through the haze, buried between her thighs. His hot breath closing around her mound, she tangled her fingers in his hair, screaming as his wet mouth sucked on her clit. Oh God, he was good. Barely aware of her actions, she pushed his face into her pussy, grinding her hips against him.

He continued lapping up her juices, his fingers toying with her clit as his tongue darted in and out of her tight hole.

She cried out, waves of orgasm assaulting her body. He was still there on his knees, giving her the carnal pleasure.

Only when her body stilled, her chest rising and falling at a less rapid pace, did he lift his head.

Smiling softly at him, she felt satisfaction humming through her limbs. Even with legs spread, a sheen of sweat covering her forehead and face flushed, she felt no shame. Not when he looked at her like that.

“You are a beauty Angel,” he whispered, winding one of her curls around his finger.

She smiled, pulling his face down to hers for a kiss. She tasted herself on his lips, the salty essence reminding her how much he’d turned her on.

“You are a devil Mr. Kensington,” she muttered against his mouth. “A devil…”

Justice needs to be done and racism must never be tolerated.

http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/16885997/

The facts of the case:

http://www.freethejena6.org/

and

http://www.colorofchange.org/jena/main.html

and

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jena_6

Selena

Happy Birthday! Big Hugs and Wishing you lots of yummy cake!

Selena

I was supposed to take the day off, not write and just relax, well good luck with that. LOL. Instead I ended up starting yet another story and pausing on the two stories I’m currently working on. Oh well. I hope to be done with the two stories, ‘scuse me three stories I’m working on by the end of the month and then return to the menage I started with the intent to sub it by October, best laid plans say it all depends on whether the story will go the way I want it to. Simply put one day everything seemed easy the next, more and more details started to add themselves to the story.

Ugh, it also doesn’t help that I’m sick right now, I was getting over a cold, now it’s come back. The only upside I can see is that the weather is getting cooler and some leaves have fallen. Ce will laugh at this part but I like walking around and seeing all this. It’s nice. Go ahead Ce, laugh it up. What you don’t know is Ce is from Boca where apparently people like to drive everywhere. They don’t do the walking thing like we normal people do. Yeah, you heard me Ce, you’re not normal. Pfffftttt! *Se ducks and hides to avoid C-Diddy, Ce’s new gangsta persona*

I’ve started my Christmas shopping. It’s better to get it done now rather than later, kind of like a band-aid, rip it off in one go, less pain later. Shopping now means that way you don’t find yourself fighting with some one in some drug store somewhere over the Chia pet you’re getting for someone who’s name you forgot to write down on your list. Also, it saves a life. Seriously, think about.

Picture this: It’s shopping season, the mall parking lot is packed, you are sitting in a car waiting for the old woman or man to back of their spot. You’ve been waiting for over fifteen minutes. They’re out of the spot and as you’re just starting to drive toward that spot, speedy, fancy schmanse, SUV person rushes into the spot, hops out of his gas guzzler and laughs at you for being so slow. In that instant road rage is about to take over and you want to beat the living hell out of that person because you now only have ten minutes left on you lunch break and it’s Wednesday. Not even the weekend. Why waste all that energy on road rage then? Why not deal with less people, less hurry, less stress now.

Besides do you really want to tackle that bottleneck at the exit? Do ya? Well do ya? Didn’t think so. Anyway, don’t forget about the impromptu contest. All you have to do is send me your pick for the Women’s World Cup to darkicegoddess 682 AT Gmail DOT com.

Selena

P.S. Don’t forget about Celia Kyle’s new book or Renee George’s. Buy links are below.

Celia Kyle: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=699

Renee George: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=681

Bio:

The consummate lady-of-all-trades, award-winning author Renee George has been a medic, a nurse, a web site designer, and a small press editor. She can make candles, build a deck, and redo a bathroom, but writing is her true passion.

Renee loves to cook, which is a good thing with a growing boy and hungry husband around. The men in Renee’s life are very understanding (which really means they ignore her when she grumbles at the computer) making sure she has plenty of coffee on hand. She and her family live in a small, mid-western town, sharing their home with two dogs and a very independent cat.

Readers who visit her website at http://www.romance-the-night.com/ will find information on upcoming works as well as a fantastic gallery of Renee’s graphic art. Fans may write her at rgeorge@romance-the-night.com or join the news group at www.groups.yahoo.com/group/renee_george_news.

Viva Los Regalos: Double Down
by Renee George

cover link: http://www.changelingpress.com/images/covers/fulls/681.jpg
buy link: http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=681

Blurb:
After shy, hard-working Maxine Simms inherits a small chunk of money from her grandmother, she decides to be frivolous for once in her life. She books a dream weekend at Los Regalos, the world’s only city run completely by paranormals and catering strictly to humans. The best thing is, Los Regalos prides itself on complete anonymity for their guests! Maxine is determined to have her every fantasy fulfilled, even if it goes against her nature.

Nigel Tennon and Pacer Prism are blackjack dealers at the Platinum Nugget Casino and Hotel in Los Regalos. Both hume-shapeshifters from the same clan — Pacer, dark-haired and mysterious, Nigel, blue-haired and outrageously fun — they were childhood friends until a misunderstanding drove them apart. When Maxine shows up at the Nugget, her quiet, conservative demeanor attracts the shifters, and they are both determined to have her. They get the surprise of their lives when Maxine takes a chance and tells them she wants to “double down” and have them both.

All bets are off as the two shifters decide whether they can put their differences aside to make Maxine’s fantasies come true, and they discover there is more beneath the surface anger that they feel for each other than either one of them could have imagined.

Excerpt 1: (NC-17)

“You’ve never heard of humes? I’m not surprised. Here…” He stepped back from her. “I think it will be easier to show you than to tell you.” Before Maxine’s eyes, Nigel’s long blue hair turned blond and began to recede into a shorter cut. His body shrank down to her height. Morphing and shifting, he grew breasts and his hips became curvier. His rainbow colored eyes turned green and Maxine nearly hit the floor. He’d made himself look exactly like her.

There Maxine stood looking at a mirror image of herself, only the image wore black slacks and a black T-shirt. “Oh, that’s just… crazy.”

The other her smiled as Nigel shifted again, hair lengthening a bit, and turning brown. His build became thickly muscled as he grew several inches. Not as tall as his former self, but taller than she. His face took on a chiseled look, no longer narrow and beautiful, instead he became more rugged, like an action hero from one of those old movies her grandparents liked to watch.

Within seconds, he transformed into himself again. Tall, delicate features, and gorgeous. Without thinking, Maxine reached out and touched his hair. Nigel took her hand and brought it to his lips. “It’s real. I’m real.”

“And you can just…” She wiggled her hips and eyebrows. “Shift your body into whatever?”

“Well, it is limited to human forms and variations thereof. But, yes, mostly whatever.” He grinned.

“Are you making fun of me?”

“Never.” He nuzzled her fingertips. “Do you like the way I look? Or would you prefer me to take another form?”

“I…” She blinked at the question. It also could have been the fact she still felt the electricity pulse through her fingertips from where he’d kissed them. “I… you look fine.” Maybe a little overdressed.

Nigel stripped his shirt. Maxine’s jaw went slack. His abdomen lined up in a neat eight-pack, with a strip of blue hair below his navel trailing down under his slacks. And his nipples. Oh, God, his glorious light blue nipples — the left one pierced by a gold barbell — ached to be played with. “What are you doing?” she asked, then thought, and why in the hell did you stop at just the shirt.

As if on command, the blue-haired god of a man smiled coyly and began to unbutton and unzip his drawers.

Maxine felt light-headed. “Dear Lord, man. What are you doing?” The words came out in a weak pant.

“You’re the one who keeps thinking I’m wearing too many clothes. I’m just trying to please you.” His pants hung loose at his hips. He took Maxine’s hand and pulled her closer to him. He placed her palm on his stomach and slowly slid it down until her fingers dipped into the blue curls of hair and his aroused cock rose to greet the tips. “Do I please you?”

“Oh yes,” Maxine sighed, gripping his shaft. She stammered, “I… I mean, uh…” She couldn’t think. Not with his really large, really hard cock in her hand. “I don’t know what I mean.”

“Maxine. I want to kiss you. Can I kiss you?” The dulcimer tones of his voice poured over her body like warm honey, coating her with his desire and longing. “Kiss me.”

She bit her lower lip, determined to put up one last resistance. She didn’t know this guy from Adam, jumping into his arms and fucking his brains out and vice versa was not practical. Her grandmother’s words crept into her mind. Forget practical, Maxi-moon. Live. Really live. For both of us.

His hands went to her shoulders. “Live, Maxi-moon.”

As scared as she might be of making a mistake, the thought of never taking the chance scared her more. Throwing aside her rationales for not taking full advantage of the hume, Maxine jumped into his arms and met his mouth with her own. Fiercely and fearless, she thrust her tongue between his lips, running the tip over his fangs, before slipping it past his teeth. His lips met her with as much ferocity, if not more, feeding from her mouth like a hungry tiger.

Nigel yanked her pajama top over her head, and she pulled back far enough to see his hair had turned orange, his eyes yellow with large black pupils, and his skin burnt-orange with black stripes. Still in human form, but his markings were that of a tiger. It definitely distracted her from the fact her naked breasts, not nearly as perky as they used to be, were on full display. “Whoa. That is so awesome.”

“No.” He cupped her breasts, taking one nipple into his mouth, then moving to other for rough lick. “These are awesome.” Kneeling before Maxine, Nigel pulled her bottoms down, revealing her white underpants. He chuckled — dark, sexy, seductive. He licked the fabric between her legs. “Mmm, you are delicious.”

She thought she would lose it right then and there. Remaining standing was no longer an option as her knees buckled. Nigel caught her thighs and held her steady. His tongue laced itself under the white cotton panties and slid along the folds of her pussy. Placing his arms against her back, he lifted Maxine until her legs were over his shoulders. He stood, holding her up, his teeth nibbling her swollen clit as he braced her against the wall.

“Criminently!” She threw her head back and the top of her skull bashed against the eight-foot ceiling. The small pain sent a twittering thrill through her body. She rocked her hips forward, wishing the fabric between his mouth and her pussy gone.

Nigel head reared back. “Your wish is my command.” His fangs bit into the white cotton and he yanked, ripping her underwear right off.

“Oh, God. Oh, God,” she murmured, her aching clit grazing against his chin.

“You haven’t seen God, yet.” His tongue swiped the folds of her sex, twice. “But you will.” She could feel him grinning against her flesh. “You will.”

Excerpt 2 (NC-17):

Saara pulled Maxine’s hand to her lips and kissed her fingertips in invitation and Maxine froze like a deer caught in the headlights. She might have been interested in a threesome, but not this kind. Her nervous system kicked into flight or fight mode as she desperately searched her mind for a getaway. A warm hand caressed her back. And she jerked into awareness as long black hair spilled over her shoulders. Pacer’s arms crossed the front of her causing Saara to drop Maxine’s hand. “Maybe some other time,” he directed to the elf.

Maxine held stark still as the elf’s lower lip jutted in a pout.

“It’s nice seeing you again,” Meyer said, his full attention on Saara as the elf led him away from Maxine and Pacer.

“You can breathe now,” Pacer whispered in Maxine’s ear, his arms still holding her tight.

“Nice seeing you,” she squeaked, before her knees buckled and she let go of the long-suffering breath she hadn’t even realized she’d been holding. “Thank you.” If Pacer hadn’t come along, no telling how badly she would have handled the situation.

His hands slipped upward, crossing her chest, fingertips grazing her nipples as he turned her in his arms. “My pleasure. Most assuredly.”

Maxine groaned deep in her throat as visions of the naked hume danced through her head. Her gaze traveled to his eyes. She ground her teeth and fought the urge to jump up and straddle his muscled thighs.

Pacer satisfied the urge for her when he lifted her off the ground, pulling her legs about his waist. Maxine felt wild with desire and fear as he captured her lips with his and pulled her against him, the bulge in his pants pressing against her wet panties. She resisted for a whole nanosecond before thrusting her tongue into his mouth, meeting his passion with her desire and fervent need.

A deep moan rumbled from Pacer’s chest as his whole body vibrated against hers. He broke from the kiss briefly to call out. “I’m taking my break!”

Maxine didn’t notice if another dealer had replaced him as Pacer began walking toward the back of the casino, his tongue firmly back inside her mouth. His hands squeezed and massaged her ass, pulling and pushing so her pussy rubbed up and down over his clothing bound cock.

Her skin flushed, and a warm tingling prickled over every inch. He wasn’t headed to the lobby, to her room, but she didn’t care. She wanted him in her — riding her body until she quaked with pleasure. Maxine had never been so exposed, dry fucking the gorgeous man who carried her through the crowd of patrons who looked on as they disappeared behind a black velvet curtain.

The mood changed from gambling excitement to one of dark unbridled lust. Naked couples, threesomes, foursomes, and more filled the small room. Shock ripped down Maxine. Pacer had brought her to a regular orgy party. “Wait, wait,” she panted as his hand slipped under her dress and down into her panties.

“I want to fuck you so badly, Maxine Simms,” Pacer growled against her lips. “I can barely stand with the desire I feel for you.”

“I can’t… Not here…” She watched as naked bodies crawled over each other, thrusting, turning, licking and sucking. The sight gripped her stomach, and her pussy spasmed with excitement and the thrill of the forbidden.

“You want to.” He slipped a finger over her clit, squeezing it with the crook, and it swelled against him. Her pussy grew more drenched with desire as he continued his assault on her senses. “I can feel it in you. Let me take you, Maxine. Here and now. Open yourself to the possibility. Free yourself. It will make you feel more alive than you have ever felt.”

She glanced around the room through heavily lidded eyes, drinking in the hedonistic scene. A human man leaned forward against the wall as a pale beautiful male creature kissed his back before sliding his long, hard shaft into the human’s ass. The human cried out his pleasure as he pushed backward to take the other man’s cock deep within himself. A small female with silvery skin and wings slipped between the human and wall, taking the tourist’s length into her mouth, sucking, licking and caressing his balls as he fucked her face with the same ferocity with which he was getting fucked.

“Oh, God,” Maxine mumbled as her hips bucked forward involuntarily. She wanted to be possessed by the dark-haired hume, entirely and completely. In front of all these people, she wanted him to claim her. “Yes.”

One of my bestest friends, writing partner and CP has just released her first book with Changeling Press. It’s called The Office of Kink and Karma: Touch Me. You can buy it here:

http://www.changelingpress.com/product.php?&upt=book&ubid=699

I got chance to read it and it is a funny, sweet, sexy book! Congrats and Big Hugs, I’m so proud of you!

Selena