10/04/2012

Crawl in Bed With Yasmin Subha


Crawling Into Bed With
Yasmin Subha
And a GoodBook

*crawls into bed* Hmmm very nice! Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Cotton, so I can play the sweet little innocent before I ravage my victim!

*blinks* Um...Okay? What are you wearing?
As you can see nothing, but I might slip into a custom made red corset! And I might get my whip out but that's much later.

*faint smile* Whips and corsets, oh my. Perhaps my attire is inappropriate for the occasion. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
Champagne that I picked up in France, chocolates and strawberries.



Very sophisticated and sensual. I approve. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
You'll find your fingers smacked. How rude opening my drawers!

How do you know I don't enjoy being smacked? *snicker* Okay, yes ma'am. Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
I prefer kicking the covers off to snuggle closer to my partner.

Ahhh you enjoy sharing body heat? Well then, can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
Absolutely not! Do I look like a hot water bottle!

Mercurial moods...I like that. What are we reading?
We are reading my first release called Wildfire.
Here is the Blurb and a little Excerpt to tickle your taste buds.


Blurb.
Braden has searched all his lifefor the one who will help him regain his humanity and give him absolute power.One bite and he knew Millie was the one he had been searching for. Millie, afiery red head is the last one in the line of high born witches who wouldrather die than give herself to this vampire. After all he killed her motherfor her blood as well, didn’t he?  But ina twist of fate Millie learns too late what the truth is. But will death be theonly thing that unites them?


Excerpt.
She was slight, her curves meshing against him as though they belonged next to him.She continued to wriggle her lower half trying to get out of his arms. Only thefriction awoke the fierce passion residing underneath his skin, and his cockhardened.
"Be still my wild fire, it will be easier." Braden spoke in a low tonedirectly into her ear. He caught the smell of her hair and could not resistburying his face in the mass of red curls. He groaned with need. Need for bloodand need for her.
His voice soothed her anxiety and he felt her stop trying to get out of his arms.Her heart beat slowed down, eventually matching his own. Synchronized again,Braden kissed the back of her head. Enjoying the feel of her silky hair in hisface, he bathed in her curls. Moving the curls away from her neck, he bentdown, opened his mouth, and sucked the skin on her neck. She tasted of nectar,his very own personal brand.  His headscreamed to bite, to taste that rich blood he had sipped last night in the carwash. But the man in him wanted her to be willing, to take her as she reachedthe height of orgasm as she had nearly done so in the car wash. This time hewould be inside her, not just pleasuring her with his hands.
His mind came back to the present as he felt little shakes coming from her, and herealized she was crying.
Her little voice wobbled and she gave a sob, "Don't hurt me, please."


Well I hope your readers like the sound of that.
You can find the Wildfire here:

Breathless Press

Amazon.com
Amazon.co.uk

ARe


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10/03/2012

Flash Fiction: If I Said I Loved You


We've tried a few flash groups, each one with different rules, and different word lengths, but in the end the structures never quite worked for us long-term, so Havan and I are flashing on our own terms on Wednesdays. The rules are simple, 250 words. No more, no less. We hope you enjoy our efforts, if you like something please leave a comment and let us know! 



Flash Fiction Wednesday
If I Said I Loved You
"I'm going unless you can give me a damn good reason to stay."
Sylvan sat in the breakfast buttering his toast with manic attention. Without looking at me, he laid down his knife and reached for the jar of peach and whiskey preserves. "I said I love you. What more do you want?"
If the dryer hadn't stopped when I opened the door to rifle through the fresh laundry, I wouldn't have heard him.
"You love me?" I threw faded jeans in the bag. "You love everything. This morning you've told me you love the toast, the jam, the song on the radio and our neighbor."
He shifted and his blue eyes narrowed as his gaze followed me. "I don't get it."
"Where do I rank? You can't love everything and expect it to mean a damn thing to me when you say it to me."
His lips tightened eloquently. "It's not the same. Loving toast and loving you are different."
"I think you love having someone make the fucking toast. I think you love having the radio set to your favorite station, having the jam you like appear by magic, and you love that Ethel thinks you're fucking adorable."
"Wait a minute!"
"I made the toast, bought the jelly, opened the door and lent Ethel coffee." I zipped the bag on my frustrations. "I'm going."
"I'll be alone."
"That's the point." Alone, and doing things for himself.
"I'll miss you."
"You'll miss the things I do for you."

 SKIP ON OVER TO HAVAN'S FOR ANOTHER FLASH TODAY! 

10/02/2012

Crawling into Bed With Sterling Bronson


Crawling Into Bed With

Sterling Bronson
And a Good Book

*crawls across bed* Interesting place you have here. Important things first, are these sheets silk or cotton?
Silk, of course.

Of course. I knew that. I could tell by the texture...Sorry. Rambling again. What are you wearing?
 A dark blue satin bathrobe.

*smiles* And looking very charming in it at that. What are we snacking on in bed while we read tonight?
 I don't snack. I've brought us some Reisling.

*quirks brow* Don't snack? Well, okay. I'm sure I have some crackers in the car. IS that crystal? Nice. If I open this nightstand drawer, what will I find?
 Some things that may perhaps frighten you a bit at first, but I'm certain you'll come to appreciate the possibilities to be found in trying new things.


*eyes wide* Oh my...I've seen the inside of a lot of drawers in the last few months, but...that is quite a unique collection. *drags gaze away form drawer* Do you roll up in the blankets like a burrito, or kick the covers off during the night?
 It depends on the sheets.

Naturally. Can I put my cold feet on your calves to warm them up?
 Can I put my hands over your mouth to warm them up?

That's a new kink for me, but...I did mention that I left a note teling Havan where I woudl be tonight, right? Oh good. Just thought it might be prudent to ahhh...*trails into silence* So. What are we reading?
 Beautiful Monster by Jared S. Anderson and Mimi A. Williams. It's a ride, sweet thing. You'll love it.

Beautiful Monster is now available in eBook and paperback editions at Damnation Books: http://www.damnationbooks.com/book.php?isbn=9781615727742


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EXCERPT

"Right now, she was all instinct, an animal, and the only thing that mattered to her was the next breath, and not even God could give that to her.  Only I could.  

Yes, even her guardian angels sat idly by and watched her extinguish, undignified.  Only I was capable of saving her now, and that, as far as anyone could argue, may have made me worse than all the devils and the demons, but it also, more accurately, made me better than all the angels and gods.

Be Yourself

To be nobody but yourself in a world which is doing its best, night and day, to make you everybody else means to fight the hardest battle which any human being can fight; and never stop fighting. ~e.e. cummings, 1955