Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Guest Post - Breathing Vapor and A Spanking Good Time with Cynthia Sax



Breathing Vapor and A Spanking Good Time with Cynthia Sax

There’s something exciting, almost forbidden about a man’s calloused palm on a bare bottom, whether it is Francesca’s hunky Master Lars disciplining Karen in Hanky Spanky or Vapor, the
cyborg hero from Breathing Vapor, taking Mira, his naughty female, in hand.

Spanking is a delicious combination of humiliation (being put over a man’s knee, off balance,
backside in the air), a hint of pain (enough to feel it but not enough to leave lasting marks), the heating of skin, the smack, smack, smacking sound, and the sexiness of skin on skin contact. It involves a multitude of senses, sucking both participants into the experience.

Spanking also has a naughty element. For some of us (raises my hand), spanking was a childhood punishment. Giving that a sexual context makes it thrilling.

Spanking, like most kinks, often has a story reason for being. There’s a reason why the couple (or more) is attracted to it.

In Breathing Vapor, Mira, the heroine, has trouble expressing her emotions. She has spent her lifespan hiding them, concealing this part of herself from others. Our heroine has bottled her feelings up so tightly; she can’t easily release them.

When Vapor, our sexy cyborg, spanks Mira, disciplining her for being bratty, it both shocks and arouses her. The hard smacks on her bottom free her emotions. She cries. She shares her fears. She bonds with the warrior.

Spanking plays a part in their sexual fulfillment but also their emotional and spiritual connection. Mira is too proud, too emotionally closed to verbally ask for help. Instead, she acts up, deliberately disobeying Vapor. Her cyborg knows she’s asking for his special kind of discipline. He realizes she needs his help to purge her emotions.

What do you find sexy about spanking in romances?

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Blurb:
Breathing Vapor

Vapor is the most advanced cyborg the Humanoid Alliance has ever developed. He’s a finely honed weapon, a warrior without parallel, half man and half machine. No lock can contain him. No being can stop him. Whatever he wants, he takes.

He wants Mira Breazeal, the Designer’s daughter.

She’s his one temptation, his sexy target. Vapor shouldn’t crave her caresses, steal her kisses, make her scream with ecstasy. The cyborgs want her dead and they would question his loyalty if he didn’t kill her. The humans would shoot him on sight if he dared to touch her.

Their love is forbidden. Their desire could be lethal. One human and one cyborg will risk everything for a moment of passion.

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Bio
About Cynthia Sax
USA Today bestselling author Cynthia Sax writes contemporary, SciFi and paranormal erotic romances. Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of erotic romance top ten lists.
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Monday, December 21, 2015

Guest Post - Series: Why I Like Them by Lynn LaFleur


Series: Why I Like Them

I’ve written six series so far, plus a collection of books which takes place in my fictional town of Lanville, Texas. I love writing about Lanville, and plan to set more books there in the future. I enjoy revisiting my characters, letting my readers know what those characters are doing ever since they received a happy ending in their own books.

I feel the same about my Anything Goes series, which takes place in a sex club on the outskirts of Dallas. I like to bring back characters my readers have already met and give them their own happy ending, or introduce you to brand new characters.

That’s what I’ve done with Three’s Perfect, the 5th book in my Anything Goes series. Those of you who have read the series will recognize some of the names, but I’ve also introduced brand new ones.

Here’s a little taste of Three’s Perfect. I hope you enjoy it.

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Sean sat back in his chair, at a loss as to what to say next. His friend had gotten married at a sex club. Sean had been out of town visiting his parents in Seattle when Gabe and Debra married. He’d hated missing their wedding, but his mother would’ve hurt him severely if he hadn’t gone home for Christmas and New Year’s.

He’d assumed the couple got married at a church or special wedding venue. Finding out his friend’s wedding had been at Anything Goes made him doubly sorry he’d missed the ceremony.

Sean cleared his throat so he could speak clearly again. “You and Debra had your wedding at a sex club?”

Gabe nodded. “Lisa Cline, one of the owners, works with Debra at the hospital. She offered the club as the venue, which included all the food, decorations, and a three-tier cake. We couldn’t say no to such generosity.”

“So, what’s it like in there?” He propped one elbow on the island, rested his temple against his fist. “I’ve heard it really is anything goes.”

“Like I said, I’ve never been a customer, but Lisa has told Debra about the club. If you can think of a sex act you want, you can do it there. Including bondage.”

Sean’s cock gave an interested leap at the mention of bondage. He’d never done that with a lover, but it had always been in the back of his mind as interesting to try.

“Want to go?” Gabe asked.

“I’ve heard it’s a closed membership.”

“I can get you an invitation as a guest.”

“Do you know if there will be other gays there?”

Gabe nodded again. “Lisa told Debra and me that several of the attendants are bi or willing to play with the same sex. Plus, a lot of the members like same-gender sex. There’s a huge play area where anyone can play with anyone. Or if you meet a member or guest you want to be with, there are private rooms available. You won’t leave unsatisfied.”

The thought tempted Sean. An evening of sex with someone—or someones—he’d never have to see again. No danger of having his heart trampled. Nothing but pleasure without any expectations of starting a relationship. “You really can get me an invitation?”

“Sure. Lisa is a good friend. So is her brother, Alex. They own the club together. Either of them would give you an invitation in a second. The club is open Friday and Saturday nights. I can get you an invitation for either day this week. As your doctor, I can verify that you don’t have any nasty STDs.”

Gabe held up one hand, stopping Sean before he spoke again. “Before you ask, everyone is tested yearly. All attendants, members, and guests have to supply a medical report proving they’re clean. The club provides condoms, and all the men are required to wear them.”

After five years with Mason, it would be weird to use condoms again. Sean loved the feeling of a guy’s cock sliding into his ass without any kind of barrier between them. However, he knew that could never happen with someone he barely knew. Common sense had to prevail over hormones.

“Do you want to go this weekend?” Gabe asked.

Why not? Maybe an evening of hot sex will wake up my muse. “Yeah. Set me up for Friday night.”

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Lynn LaFleur


Lynn_websiteBesides writing at every opportunity, I love reading, traveling, scrapbooking, photography, card making, and learning new things on the computer. I’m a software junky and like trying out new programs, especially anything to do with graphics.
I moved back to Texas after living on the West Coast for 21 years, to a small town 17 miles from where I grew up. I live close to my only surviving sister.
I can’t imagine ever writing anything but romances. I enjoy writing about two people (or sometimes more than two) falling in love. If you like the story enough to smile in places, shed a tear at times, or get a warm and fuzzy feeling, that is my greatest reward.

I love to hear from readers about my writing, my books, the look of my website… whatever!


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Wednesday, November 18, 2015

New Release - The Gunny & The Jazz Singer by Jane Leopold Quinn


Welcome to my guest Jane Leopold Quinn. She's celebrating the release of her new book. I'm sure you'll love it so give it a try!


The Gunny & The Jazz Singer
A Birchwood Falls Novel
by Jane Leopold Quinn


I've always loved the idea of small towns.  I grew up in one but have lived in the big city for more years than I did in the small town.  I'm not sure I could re-acclimate to a small town after all these years, so I'll write about them and about the people who live there.

I created a small town called Birchwood Falls and even drew a site plan for the town.



My first character was a Marine home on leave after almost a decade of deployments in the Middle East. What kind of woman would be a good foil for his military persona?  Hmm…a young artistic and musical jazz singer. Marc and Phoebe have divergent goals, but their attraction is real and immediate. They've both lost a great deal in their pasts but find love with each other.

Here's a description of The Gunny & The Jazz Singer -

U.S. Marine Corps Gunnery Sergeant Marc Rahn, Jr. enlisted after high school graduation to escape the pain of his parents' fatal car wreck. Now on leave after eight years and multiple Middle East deployments, he returns to his hometown to put to rest his suspicions that the "accident" might actually have been anything but.

What he doesn't expect on move-in day from the neighbor across the street is an intriguing flash of pierced nipple. The breast's owner, Phoebe Barnes, is a beautiful young jazz singer who has plans to make it big in the music business. Her early years in foster care made her hungry for attention and fame, and she's out to achieve both at almost any cost.

Despite their differing goals, Marc and Phoebe quickly give in to the sizzling attraction between them. But will their passion turn deadly when the person who killed Marc's family decides two murders might not have been enough?

Author's Note:  This book was originally published as Lost and Found.
It now has a new title and new cover.


The Gunny & The Jazz Singer - an R-rated excerpt-

You can do this. It's just sex. No commitment. He swept her into his arms a second after the front door snicked closed. She gasped at the sudden weightlessness, then again when he sat down on the couch. Her heart beat madly, her sensitive nipples pinged and the folds protecting her throbbing clit were swollen and hot, preparing for his touch.
He plucked the butterfly clip out of her hair and dropped it she didn't know where. When he took her lips she didn't care where it went.
His palm cupped her head as he devoured her. It wasn't a sweet kiss or tentative. Massaging her lips, spearing his tongue inside her mouth, he brought out her response—immediate and fierce. She gripped his head and whimpered at his intoxicating, wicked skill.
Lying across his lap left him with room enough to begin opening the buttons of her blouse. The anticipation alone heated the golden ring pierced through her stiffened nipple, which was now growing more and more sensitive the closer he got to it.
"Jesus, I can't get over how gorgeous you are. How perfect." His breath came heavy, his voice a barely heard growl. His lips trailed over her chin to her neck.
He nipped sharply at her skin. There'd be marks. She didn't care. Each stinging bite shot straight to her clit. She squirmed, trying to relieve the agonizing arousal.
He groaned, his hand clamped around her hip. "Hold still, baby. You're killing me."
A laugh burst from her at the same moment he unhooked her bra in the front and spread the cups wide.
"Oh fuck."
Glancing at him, she saw his attention was focused on the ring. "Suck it," she begged.
"Thank you for doing it. The thought of it's been driving me nuts since I first saw it. He gave a brief chuckle before closing his lips over her.
The tip of his tongue immediately slid through the small hoop. The combination of that and gentle tugging and suckling escalated the fire in her belly. Gripping his head, she arched her back and grasped her other breast, pinching and twisting her own nipple.
He paused, raising his head. "Too many clothes…" He stood up and carried her toward the bedroom. "I need you naked and stretched out on my bed."
"Oh Marc." When he put her on her feet to remove her blouse and bra, she attacked his shirt buttons, sliding them free one by one. She pulled off his shirt, and they both surrendered their jeans and underwear, dropping them on the hardwood floor.

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The Gunny & The Jazz Singer
is available here for 99 cents pre-order until November 20
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Mike Banning, Marc's childhood friend, watch
Marc and Phoebe struggle against a foe and
then are rewarded by finding love with each other.
Look for Mike's love story in
The Bride Takes a Powder
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Two county deputies, Hank and Pete, from Parkersburg, a neighboring town,
appear briefly in this story as Phoebe's home town friends.
These deputies have their own love stories also available now.
Hank's story is Home to Stay http://amzn.com/B00P3AQ8WQ.
Pete's is The Keeper http://amzn.com/B0087RW3KI.
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About Jane

Sensual fantasies were locked in my mind for years until a friend said, "Why don't you write them
down?" Why not, indeed? One spiral notebook, a pen, and the unleashing of my imagination later, and here I am with nineteen books published. The craft of writing sensual romance has become my passion and my niche in life. I love every part of the creative process—developing characters, designing the plot, even drawing the layout of physical spaces from my stories. My careers have been varied—third grade school teacher, bookkeeper, secretary—none of which gave me a bit of inspiration. But now I'm lucky enough to write romance full time—the best job in the universe! And I'm fortunate enough to have found my own happily ever after husband.




Jane Leopold Quinn
My Romance:  Love With a Scorching Sensuality
Amazon Author Page http://amzn.to/1DfiXkP
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My Books
Historical Indie
Contemporary Indie
The Bride Takes a Powder - coming soon
Siren