Monday, October 31, 2005
The Women of Allure - part 2
Meet Lisa Renee Jones. Talented sexy lady, my critique partner, and my good friend. If you haven't read her books, you're just freakin' crazy!! This excerpt is from her book RED HOT SECRETS, and it is RED HOT!!!
Lauren stared at Matt, looking a bit dazed. Then, without a word, she reached for her skirt. He took a step backward, giving her room to undress as he fingered his hook. Watching her watched him. It took him only moments to rid himself of his clothes butt he didn’t want her completely naked. In her tiny white lace panties, thigh high hose, and black high-heels, she looked like perfection.
"Leave the rest. I like it." He gripped his throbbing cock. "Can't you tell?"
She wet her lips, looking down at his erection. He sensed her nervousness, yet she stepped forward and replaced his hands with one of hers. Her palm wrapped the width, and then slowly slid to the tip.
Matt gave into the pleasure, letting his eyes shut as she stroked the sensitive underside of his swollen tip, and then spread his moisture on the sensitive skin. An edgy kind of pleasure built inside. Sensations spiraled through his nerve ending, starting with her touch and radiating like a pulse through the rest of his body. It would be so easy to lose control with Lauren. He had been yearning for this day for so very long. But he couldn't let things get rushed. Not tonight.
This was the beginning of a fantasy rather than the end. Of that he was quite certain. Forcing his eyes open, he reached for her wrist. "Turn around."
Her eyes widened. "What?"
"Turn around," he repeated. "We’ve done this before. You know what I want. Don't argue." Matt loved her ass. Besides, this was one night she needed to be controlled. If he gave her time to think, she’d talk herself out of what they had together. Out of exploring what might be in the future.
For a split second, Lauren looked like she might refuse. Then, slowly, she did as he said, giving him a view of her damn fine ass with only a g-string between her well-rounded cheeks. Her long brown hair streamed down her creamy white back like a silken veil. It was a sexy as hell vision. He wanted to fuck her just like this, with her ass in his hands. He ran his finger along the thin string, between those lush cheeks, and she tensed. It did nothing to detour him.
Matt knew what he wanted and he intended to have it. To take her. To let her know he was claiming their passion and that she couldn’t run from it. And if he let her, she’d hide. He knew that as well.
He palmed one side of her ass and squeezed. "Lean on the bed."
She looked over her shoulder at him for a moment, and then turned, pressing her knees to the mattress. “Hands on the bed,” he ordered.
She did as he said and Matt simply stood there, looking at her – no, admiring her - his cock throbbing with the demand to slide inside her silky soft entrance. He wrapped his palm around his cock trying to ease the discomfort. The demand of his body.
"Matt," Lauren whispered with desperation in her voice, leaning so that she could peak at him without adjusting her position.
"Just stay there, sweetheart. You have no idea how hot you look." But he stepped forward, not in answer to her plea. Instead, he answered the call of his body. He simply had to feel the slick wetness of her body. Had to. The condom could wait. One hand around his erection, he slid it between her thighs, dipping into the slick, warm proof of her arousal.
For a moment, he simply reveled in the delicious feel of her body against his. "You’re so fucking beautiful," he whispered, sliding his throbbing erection along her lips, pushing the red satin to the side. "Want this?"
"Yes," she gasped.
He dipped his sensitive head inside her, fighting the sensations that drew him to drive into her. Instead, he pulled back out. "Are you sure?"
"Yes, damn you."
Oh yeah, RED HOT. For more of this lovely lady..check out her website and her blog.
Sunday, October 30, 2005
Introducing the Women of Allure - part 1
Say hello to Susan DiPlacido. One of the sexy ALLURE authors that I have teamed up with to take the world by storm.
The following excerpt is from her book 24/7, a sexy pulp tale set in Las Vegas...
It’s not hard to keep the count now.
Frankly, it makes the game more fun. Every other game I play I expect to lose in the long run, which makes winning fun. It’s that jolt, that rush. Walking away from a slot machine or dice table or baccarat room with extra money in my pocket is just absolutely invigorating. I feel lucky.
But walking away from a blackjack table with extra money in my pocket? There’s the same rush, invigoration. But I don’t just feel lucky. I feel smart.
Even better, I feel bad. Naughty. Kid-in-a-candy-store, fist-in-the-cookie-jar, hand-in-the-casino’s-pockets naughty.
Then add in the whole sport of not getting caught. Sun Tzu said all warfare is based on deception. I’ve never had much heat put on me while counting. I’m careful, I don’t repeat my business too often. That’s why I’m coming here today instead of the Hard Rock. Plus, I don’t play big money so I don’t really put a big hurt on the places. They don’t watch me as closely as they do high rollers.
I don’t play for a living, I play for more gambling money. I don’t think I ever could do it for a living. I’m not exactly faint of heart, but I think you’d have to be made of stone and have ice water running through your veins to endure the pressure of something like that.
Sure, I can turn the odds to my favor. But just because you have a winning-expectation game going doesn’t mean you’re going to win. No one wins all the time, and the fluctuations can be killer.
The casinos have all the money for a reason. It’s not just that the odds and numbers and statistics are in their favor; it’s the resources and manpower and experience they have
They’re unbeatable.
Which is exactly why some people have to try.
I pick a $25-min table. The shoe is low, so I figure I’ll warm up and let it play out and start on a clean one. There’s two other people at the table, but the first base chair is open so I slide into it, throw down my money and card. I shouldn’t use a player card in this situation, but screw it—I’ve always wanted to stay at Bellagio, see how the ultra-rich live, and the only way I’ll ever be able to afford it is if I work up some sort of player rating.
I ease back, settle in and play a few hands. Even though it’s useless, I keep a count just to warm up.
Count: zero. The cards get thrown out. I get a pair of eights; count: zero. The guy next me, he’s got a four and a three; count: plus-two. Next to him are a jack and a six; count plus-two. Dealer shows six; count plus-three. I split my eights, get a ten and a six. Hard eighteen always stands, hard fourteen stands on a six showing—I’m done drawing, the count is plus-three.
Four-and-three draws, gets a nine; count is plus three. He should stand with that sixteen on six, but he hits, gets a jack, goes bust, count is plus-two. Jack-and-six stands. Dealer flips the hole card. It’s a seven. Count: plus-two. Dealer draws, pulls a queen and busts. Count: plus-one. I get paid.
Of course, it goes much quicker than that. It actually feels like: zero, split eights, count: plus-two, plus-three, stand and stand, plus-three, plus-two, plus-two, plus-one, cha-ching.
Easy, see?
I fiddle with the chips in front of me, absent-mindedly flipping a few between my fingers. Why not? Let’s really see if they do notice all this shit or not. Sun Tzu would have a shitfit about me acting this way right now, but since we aren’t actually talking about lives at stake here, I want to have some fun and test the waters.
The dealer looks at me once, but that’s all. No raised brow, no look over his shoulder to the pit boss. I pull a blackjack as the shoe runs out then lean back and light a smoke as he shuffles. I flip, backflip and smoke until he hands me the card to cut the decks. Cocky, I cut really low, don’t even leave a deck and a half to go uncounted.
It’s an interesting game. The guy next to me knows how to play. The guy next to him doesn’t. He hits a hard fourteen when the dealer’s up-card is a five. He pulls a ten, which busts him. What he probably doesn’t notice is that the dealer turned up a hole card of a queen, so he took a hit and drew a six to give him twenty-one, which beat my eighteen. If the guy hadn’t taken that stupid hit, the dealer would have drawn that ten and busted and we all would have won.
I’ve seen some people at tables get pretty pissed over shit like that, but I don’t. Let him play the way he wants—that’s part of the chance I’m taking when I sit down. I started playing hundred-dollar hands, which was definitely way over my head, but it was the Bellagio. I’m playing on yesterday’s winnings anyhow, so I don’t care.
After a while, when I get a count slightly in my favor, I triple my bet. The weirdest hand I’ve ever played unfolds. I have the running count at plus-nine with the true count at plus-three, including three discarded decks. The triple bet is camouflaged by the previous wins, and it’s time to exploit vulnerability.
I get served an ace and a deuce. The guy next to me gets an eight and a nine. The other guy who hit his hard fourteen is gone. The dealer’s showing an up-card of seven. I have to hit—I’ve got either three or soft thirteen.
I tense because I’m expecting the ten to show up, but take the hit anyhow. I draw a three. Strategy says hit again, so I do it. I pull another ace. Soft seventeen has to take another hit, so I do. I don’t want to, but I do. I pull a five. Fucker. Fucker.
Now I’m standing with a hard twelve against a dealer seven. Strategy says I have to hit, but I know that ten card is just waiting to come up and bust me. I’ve got five cards in front of me already and I started off waiting for the tens to come up.
Sighing, shoulders tense, I tap my cards and take another hit, following the strategy for the cards. I get a freaking four. I snort out loud. I was expecting tens to come up, and instead I’m looking at six cards that total sixteen. The guy next to me isn’t showing a ten, and the dealer’s showing a seven. I can feel my heartbeat as I close my eyes and tap my cards again and wait for the ten to finally show up.
I get a three. A freaking three. I can’t believe it. I exhale with a huge grin and stay on my nineteen. The guy next to me stands with his hard seventeen. Then the dealer turns over his hole card. I expect the ten to finally show its face.
But it doesn’t.
He’s got an eight under that seven. I smirk. The running count is now plus-twelve with a true count of plus-four and not a single ten on the table this hand. This is absolutely outstanding for a player—it’s almost guaranteed he’s going to bust.
He draws.
He pulls a five. That gives him twenty to beat my seven-card nineteen.
“You are kidding me!” I say out loud and look up at him. I’m shocked for an instant. I had vaguely noticed another dealer come on but was so wrapped up in the game I didn’t really greet him or even look up at him. Because if I’d looked, I would have taken note.
It’s the dealer’s turn to smirk, and he does. Speaks fluidly.
“That was a good one, huh?” His gaze lingers on me longer than it should, and I try to match him. I checked out his face when I first looked up, seeing his high cheekbones, really dark short hair. But now he’s got me engrossed in his dark eyes.
I breathe and it sets me straight again. I blink and look down at the table, suddenly aware of how inappropriate that was. Even more rattled at what he was potentially thinking as he looked back at me.
“Are you always this lucky?” I ask him.
He cocks a brow and shakes his head.
“Don’t know, this is my first time.” Sweeping the cards off the felt and putting them in the discard deck, he glances over at me again.
“Get out. This is your first day dealing?” I ask. “And you’re at the Bellagio?”
“Nah, huh-uh. I mean, like, it’s my first day dealing this game. Twenty-one.” He pulls the cards out of the shoe and I notice that his hands do move more slowly and deliberately than most dealers.
“Well, you’re doing a good job. For them. Not helping me much.” I don’t want to sound like I’m whining, so I make sure to say it jokingly. “Let’s see if you have good luck if you’re playing this side of the table. This one’s for you.”
I have the count at plus-thirteen and check out my hand. Or rather, the hand I’m playing for him. He slides me an ace, finishes the table then comes back around and paints me with a jack.
Now, finally, the fucking ten shows up.
As he pays me, I slide the chips back to his side of the table. “That’s yours—I guess you are lucky.”
“You don’t gotta do that, I don’t deserve all that,” he says as he collects the discards. His hands seem to move a bit more rapidly this time. They’re nice hands, nails clipped short, long fingers.
“Yeah, I want to, it’s cool. You’re earning it.”
Shifting his weight, he nods his head once, taps his hand in front of me and points. Says, “Thank you. Really, thanks.”
“You’re welcome. Now let’s see if we can get some luck for this side, too.”
“Yeah.” He winks at me. “You deserve some luck.”
“No one deserves luck,” I say. “But I’ll try and earn it anyhow.”
Lowering his head and smiling, he starts dealing and says, “All right, c’mon now, let’s go, good cards for my cutie on the end here.” As he slides the cards in front of me, his tongue settles onto the corner of his mouth.
“Yo, how’s that, huh? You like those? Not bad, huh?”
Looking down, I see two face cards. “Yeah, I’ll take that. Thank you.” I sweep the table and do the math in my head.
The guy next to me takes a card then holds with an eighteen. The dealer flips his hole and he has seventeen.
“There you go,” he says as he pays us off. “Start of a hot streak for the players on this table.”
Licking his lips, he winks at me again.
I can feel someone standing behind me, and the dealer acknowledges him.
“Yo, what’s up, sir? Grab a seat, it’s about to get rolling here.” He points him to a place further down the table. I watch him as he changes the guy’s money. Dark hair, dark eyes, definitely Italian or Latino. He’s like chained energy. His tongue finds its way to the corner of his mouth again as he handles the money and counts the chips. He shifts his weight a few times, always has his body in a slight contrapposto. Most card dealers are like stone—they have only the most conservative actions and keep their bodies at rest. His one leg taps constantly. He’s in one spot, but he’s not standing still. Action in repose, that’s what he exudes.
Who are the Allure Authors? Find out more about us soon. For now check out Susan's blog for more fun.
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Most Beautiful Man!
Where do I get all these yummy pictures, you may ask??? Well, there is a wonderful site full of Beautiful Men that I shop at quite often. It's called Most Beautiful Man.Now, don't go blind when you go there. It's a wondeful place to visit. But remember you can't live there, so at some time you'll have to come back to reality!!! LOL
Monday, October 24, 2005
New Story!
Okay, this what one of the guys in my new story looks like...yummy hey??? And he's got piercing blue eyes...I swear he does!! LOLAnyway, I'm concerned because well I have a very scorching hot sex scene start on page 2. Is that too soon? LOL, I don't know. Usually I like to lead up to my sex, but this time...BAM! I lead character, Ivy, wanted to have some sex...with two men, if you can believe that!!
My question is, is it ever too soon to have a sex scene? As long as it makes sense and moves the plot foward...could it be premature??? LOL Sorry, had to say it!!
Saturday, October 22, 2005
Daydreaming!
Hmm...what do you suppose he's thinking about?Too bad it wasn't me. LOL
I like this picture, but what's with the little car in the window? I thought that was kind of weird. What do you think? I mean photographs pose their sets, so it wasn't as if no one noticed it was there...
Wednesday, October 19, 2005
More Stories On Consideration
Hmmm, I like this guy's abs...I'd lick 'em if I could!!!
Anyway, a bunch of new projects went out today for consideration at Kensington. Got my fingers crossed that they offer on a few of those stories. I sent them 8 pages...LOL, so they have A LOT to choose from.
The minute I hear anything...which I don't suspect I will for a few weeks, I will be screaming it at the top of my lungs, or quietly posting the news to this blog.
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Eye Candy - just because I can!!!!
I"m posting this beautiful man in rebellion against being censored on the Extasy author blog. Yes, that's right ladies and gents, who probably read erotic romance and erotica on a daily basis...I have been friggin' censored in a place where I never thought it could happen.Another one of the authors took offense to my blatant regard for nekid men. Like I have to apologize for being a heterosexual woman and wanted to share my enthusiam for that love.
I'm so pissed, I can't even believe it. But alas....I will get past it and probably forget about it...in oh, say five friggin' minutes!!! LOL
Okay, on to better stuff....more EYE CANDY please!!!
Thursday, October 13, 2005
Reviews - and their relevanceOkay, I just received a luke warm review of HUNGRY LIKE THE WOLF, from the review place that seems to think I write bad porn...I mean come on!! I write fucking good porn thank you very much!!!
It got me thinking about how reviews effect our buying habits. Do they? Is what I want to know.
Do you ever buy or not buy a book depending on the reviews of it?
I know I don't. I usually buy a book on word of mouth, or by browsing.
How about you?
Wednesday, October 12, 2005
Happy Birthday Hugh!!!
Happy 37th birthday Hugh Jackman!! You sexy hunk of gorgeousness!!!
Monday, October 10, 2005
Happy Thanksgiving Canada!
In the spirit of Thanksgiving..I'm going to list some of the things I'm thank ful for...
1. gorgeous men
2.Calvin Klein underwear
3. tattoos...I have the same one on my back...
4. my brain
5. my daughter
6. my health
7. freedom of expression
8. friends I've made on the net
It's all good!
Friday, October 07, 2005
Bummed out!
Anyone up for a swim? I know I am...
I actually what I wouldn't do to go for a long swim, with someone just like Mr. Man in the picture. Ah...that would be very stress relieving.
I'm feeling a little cranky today. And I know it's because I haven't done any writing in the past week. All I've been doing is searching the net for pics like these...LOL, and thinking about promo and advertising and not getting lost in a see of good authors that will be published next year.
How do I get a leg up, and stand out? That's what's been on my mind lately. How can I be successful at what I do? Writing has been a live long dream, and I have a dreadful fear of failing...
Ah, well...I'll just get back to work...
And look for more sexy men to post on my blog. LOL
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Mmmmmmmmm, I needed that!!
It's just one of those days where you need a nice tight ass to stare at!!
Monday, October 03, 2005
New Contest RunningCheck out my contest page for my new contest, where you can win a very cool gift box for the Thanksgiving holiday!
Sunday, October 02, 2005
Cover for first Kensington book
Isn't this cover gorgeous? I just love it!! And him!! Too bad that damn sheet is there!!!! LOL
Kensington is doing some amazing covers for their new erotica line. I can't wait to see HELL KAT's cover. I'm told it's very different but very in tune to what I wrote. Once I get it, I'll be posting it all over the place!!!
So until then, enjoy Mr. Jaguar...as I like to call him. My story for the anthology is called KNIGHTS OF THE JAGUAR, and the hero looks exactly like the guy on the cover!!! I swear!!!
