Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Symphony - Office Fantasies: Cover Blown

Symphony is here as part of his blog tour to promote "Cover Blown," the first installment in the Office Fantasies erotic series.

An Amazon gift certificate of $25 will be awarded to one random commenter on the tour.

Romance In The Work Place “Catch 22” The Good The Bad & the Ugly


Office romances are the ultimate example of the phrase “catch 22”. Office environments offer the perfect breeding grounds for dating, and lustful sexual relations.  How many times have you walked into a workplace and were overcome with a lustful feeling just at the sight of a certain co-worker. 8-10 hours a day, you have an open opportunity to socialize and flirt with the “apple of your eye”.  Just like a volcano’s mounting pressure, the day will arrive when it all comes to a head.

Maybe the two of you have been frequently taking lunch together. Then one day, after months of lusting for one another, come out exploding in the parking lot of your favorite lunch hide out.  In the front seat of the car, the two of you cross the line, engaging into passionate kisses, groping and moaning followed by plans of after-hours activities.

 In some cases, if you are like my characters from Office Fantasies “Cover Blown” Marcus and Sydney—the two of you return back to work, only to escape to the parking deck and jump into the back seat of his car, for the most exciting fulfilling risky sex of your life.

In the words of Rick James “great sex is a hell of a drug”. Just like a drug addict, great sex alters your decision making, and becomes a priority over your professional obligations. Then the next morning comes, when you get dressed with your Office Fantasy in mind, your lover at home comments "Wow you look great” as you walk out of the door. Excited to see your fling like the first day of school, the two of you walk into office with lust and pleasure written all over your faces (the day after glow).

The infamous rumor mill of the office begins churning, speculating about the extent of your relationship.  Both of you, of course, deny their assumptions, feeling as if your all have your tracks covered.  The two of you continue your heated fling, going further into this never ending rabbit hole.
Inevitably, the day comes when it all “hits the fan”. The heated confrontation the night before spills over into work the next morning. The most uncomfortable of 8 hours of your life, you could have never guessed the amount of tension that would be in the air.   One of you walks into the office upset with your lover and it shows in everything that they do. Everyone close to both of you notices the change in routine, neither one of you spoke to each other this morning, nor came over to your office to speak. The very last things on your mind are your work priorities, tortured by the site of having to see your ex-lover day in and day out.

The Dangers: There are different dangerous consequences of having a workplace romance. To expand on this more, we would need to know the different types of at work relationships between two consenting adults. Each one of them will produce different results and, for certain ones, a hostile environment. 

Extramarital affairs: In the case of extramarital affairs in the workplace, worries of retaliation and blackmail exist. Pillow talk at your most vulnerable moments now comes back to haunt you since your heated fling has gone cold. In your mind you are wishing that you could go back in time, and omit complaints about your marriage, and personal information that you have shared. What was once private about your personal life is now at the mercy of your scorned co-worker.

The affair could possibly be exposed ruining your reputation at work as a distinguished married man or woman. Then the worst case scenario, someone exposes the extra-marital affair to your spouse. Once a workplace relationship goes terribly bad, there is always someone who gets their feelings hurt.
Supervisor /Subordinate Relations: Relationships between your boss and subordinate could possibly be the most damaging of the different office relationships.  How many times have you heard of preferential treatment, between a supervisor and a subordinate? Unwarranted promotions and opportunities made available because of the type of relationship that exist between the two.

 These types of relationships are prohibited by most corporations with a zero tolerance policy; often with stipulations that they are obligated to divulge this information to HR. Should something occur to avoid any possible human resource issues that could arise among other co-workers.

Peer relationships: This relationship in an office environment has the least restriction with regard to corporate control, due to the invasion of privacy laws. However, this could have the most potential personal and direct work performance consequences. More often than not, one of the two can’t handle the change in environment. One of the two people ends up asking for a transfer, or leaving the job completely.

Even if you are able to accomplish this the time it takes to finalize transfers or the execution of a two week notice. One of you still wind up miserable, and unproductive in an unhealthy working environment. Worst of all, having to look at their office fantasy everyday as a reminder the loss relationship. 

Fling – These types of relationships typically happen at the spur of the moment, acting on now feelings, never considering the repercussions or the people that could be hurt by it. Unlike most office situations, there is no type of friendship built to fall back on. When it comes time to part ways, the mudslinging could get intense. Any relationship built purely from lustful feelings; often erupt into the most problematic of work relationships.

Now that we have that out the way now let’s talk about the BENEFITS of romance in the office.
For the busy work professional often it is hard to get out and meet someone without spending an astronomical amount of personal time to do so. The workplace offers even the most shy of people a chance to slowly get to know someone without the awkward introductions.

In most corporate environments, workers have similar backgrounds and personal interest. This offers the ability to quickly build romantic and steamy relationships, over the course of a 40 hour week.
For the people whom are promiscuous in nature, an office full of attractive working class men and women, in my opinion offer the potential for some of the best sexual encounters. Think of your co-worker that you have been sitting at your desk, day dreaming about. Maybe as he walks by, with his shoulders up right clean shaven, perfectly groomed dressed like he owns the place.

 Oh and that curious bulge in his pants, that has peaked your curiosity for months.  You slightly begin to touch yourself thinking of all the nasty things you would do to him. Fantasizing about how his bulge would fill up your fish tank. 

For him, she walks by wearing her short naughty secretary skirt, bare legs in her favorite black pumps.  Your morning wood salutes her at your desk as she passes by. Then the perfect opportunity in the form of an office after work party, presents its self. After a few drinks, you reach under the bar, to get a handful of that bulge that has consumed your mind for months. Not only was it all real, but rock hard and ready for insertion the ultimate surprise. Moments later, the two of you escape without notice headed to his place for an orgasmic, sex filled night, erupting into the “Perfect Chemistry”.

For the married folks, the saying “Have you cake and eat it to” comes to mind. For those whom indulge the rush of having uninhibited taboo sex, but then going home to a loving spouse and family. This could prove to be exhilarating and selfishly satisfying.  Maybe that blowjob she has refused for the last few nights, your office fantasy gives you in the car in the most uninhibited fashion. Those sexy outfits the wife no longer wears, your lover wears just for you, and most recent she wears no panties for quickies around the office.

As for her, the semi-hard erection that your spouse loses every time you are ready to orgasm. Marcus, hot young stud at work, delivers a stiff one to you. Reliable as a bottle of stiff whisky, he get the job done, releasing those orgasms that you have been holding onto for months.

Symphony’s 6 ways to manage your office romance: 

A) Just walk away never ____ where you eat.
B) Have an understanding of the lustful nature of the relationships. But an understanding should an abrupt halt to the relationship should occur. That the two of you will remain respectful, professional and cordial.
C) Keep your relationship off the clock including lunch and breaks. This only confuses things and brings unwanted attention towards you at work.
D) Never and I mean never discuss the details of your relationship with any co-workers. We are all human and a majority of “secrets’ were never secrets, as you discover when the relationship ends.
E) Keep work related conversation off the clock to a minimum.
Deal with those who have equally as much to lose as you do in a work environment.


Office Fantasies, a hot and steamy collection of erotic stories between two attractive coworkers, Marcus & Sydney. Marcus “the cute new guy” whom recently moved to Miami seems to be the shy, quiet, mystery guy. Little does Sydney know, she has an insatiable, passionate, sexual terrorist in her presence.

In the first episode of Office Fantasies "Cover Blown", the obvious attraction between Marcus and Sydney has become the talk of the office. Every day the two of them flirt and tease each other, until the sexual tension finally explodes into the Perfect Chemistry. Parking decks, office bathrooms and building elevators. This fantasy turned reality contains all the elements that make for a once in a lifetime sexual adventure for two.

Sydney & Marcus’s encounters will leave you breathless, wanting to know increasingly juicy details of their explosive sexual relationship in and outside of the office. Are you sleeping with your office fantasy?

Available at Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Office-Fantasies-Cover-Blown-ebook/dp/B006DJYDX2/ref=sr_1_2?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1330405048&sr=1-2

www.myofficefantasies.com/view-trailer/ (Book Trailer Link)
www.myofficefantasies.com (website),
  https://twitter.com/#!/OfficeFantasies (Twitter), 
http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/6863577-symphony  (Goodreads)

Excerpt: Cover Blown
Buckle your seats
And strap in
Because ladies
This is going to be
A really WET and
Explosive ride
I hope you have
You’re favorite
Toy near by
Because trust me
You will need it
Change your batteries
Lock your doors
Slide those panties
To the side
This fantasy
Is going to
Be a while
I’m sure
These encounters
Will have
Your bodies squirming
And dripping wet


Symphony is a closet freak whom lives his fantasies through his many alter ego's in this case the character of Marcus. Shy to the eye with a sexual appetite for two or even three. Symphony is passionate in all that he does, priding himself on serving his woman with the ultimate experience of endless orgasmic pleasure. A sexual crusader if you will, on a journey to give the experience of a lifetime to the few unknowing women whom fall to his baby face and shy demeanor.

Symphony carries himself as a, passive and shy gentlemen. Giving women a false sense of security in the bedroom, of you know the conversation ladies "Don’t hurt-em girl".
Currently residing in Atlanta, GA, Symphony writes his own experiences coupled with fantasies of his just nasty mind. In the first installment of Office Fantasies "Cover Blown" Symphony’s stories will take you on a journey of sexual chemistry at its very best.

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Toni Sands: Orchid Pink

Please welcome author Toni Sands who's here today to talk about her new historical erotic romance novel, Orchid Pink.

Morning Everyone!
Don’t you just love Gale’s ‘Wake up your wild side’ invitation? It makes me think of walking in the Welsh mountains, letting the wind frolic with my hair and hearing the call of the predatory birds riding the thermals in search of supper.

It also makes me think of the stories I’ve written which are set in Iceland. Now, I don’t mean the supermarket chain. I mean the strange, quirkily-beautiful island that’s a two hour flight from Heathrow and about two universes away in terms of character. Surprisingly, the terrain is quite a lot like Wales. Think Brecon Beacons but with a triple helping of ice. The Icelandic ponies roam the terrain, their beautiful coats forming a palette of bitter chocolate, milky caramel, honey and cream. Think caves tucked into hillsides, allegedly built to house elves and goblins, and often bearing a cute little signboard stating the residence’s name. Think awesome, pounding waterfalls, glistening glaciers and a powerful sense of history. The bright colours so typical of the country’s visual art fit the primal and energetic mood of the island. Think primary school meets Grayson Perry. For months and months, the people are starved of daylight. So they love vivid splashes of colour, bright lights and sparkling ornaments. I adored being in Iceland, as you can probably tell. My visit to the big ‘Blue Pool’ (a thermal pool) sparked an idea for a story and I also wrote one for Lucy Felthouse’s collection ‘Seducing the Myth. Orchid Pink contains a scene set in a steamy spa though it’s very different from the Icelandic experience.

My heroine, Adelaide Beauchamp, also walks the wild side, despite her demure exterior and comfortable existence in a big house near Kew Gardens. Outwardly she’s typical of her class but her physical needs bring about a pressure cooker situation and make her susceptible to the advances of an experienced, slightly older woman who introduces her to the delights of sapphism.

Adelaide’s passionate interest in orchids, inherited from her absent mother, forms the backdrop to a lot of the action, whether in her own Victorian glasshouse or at the Royal Botanic Gardens just down the road.

Here’s Adelaide initiating Daisy into the delights of exotica.

‘I’ve never seen nothing so perfect,’ she said at last, her voice reverential.
‘I have,’ I said. My orchids were calling me, urging me to tell her about their irresistible allure. ‘These bad girls are cunning, Daisy. When it comes to procreation, they are no better than harlots.’
She looked puzzled so I rephrased my words. ‘They know all the tricks. Some varieties can mimic the smell of a female wasp on heat. Even produce a petal so hairy, it feels like an insect. So, a male wasp mistakes the plant for a partner and attempts to have intercourse.’
I watched her tongue brush her top lip. Wondered if she was shocked.
‘When this occurs, the orchid produces a load of pollen and dumps it onto its lover's head. Do you understand my meaning, Daisy?’
I expected girlish sniggers - a baffled look. She nodded. Stood closer. I had my student’s absolute attention.

When Adelaide decides to settle for marriage and conformity she’s well aware which erotic delights float her boat and she believes that making love with a man will propel her to even higher levels. What develops within her union with Thomas colours the rest of the novel and caused my lovely editor to describe Adelaide’s husband as a sleazebag. Result! No way could I write him as the archetypal romantic hero but even I didn’t imagine Thomas would behave quite as despicably as he does. You’re so going to enjoy discovering how he gets his comeuppance!

It’s been great to call in and chat. I hope we’ll meet again before too long. Do, please contact me via my website or post a comment for Gale.


Demure Adelaide hides a passionate nature beneath her elegant gowns. After hiring a delicious new maid, Daisy, she can’t wait to initiate her into the delights of the orchid house. Though resenting paternal pressure to marry businessman Thomas, Adelaide finds excitement in his touch and his erotic whisperings. Yet, when he reveals his sinister side, she seeks solace elsewhere. Christmas brings snowflakes, also a vivid reminder of a heart-wrenching past. Intrigue and obsession rock this Victorian household as Adelaide’s poignant search for love leads her into storms. Will she ever bask in the sunshine?

Orchid Pink is available from Amazon UK, Amazon US and All Romance eBooks, as well as other good eBook retailers.


Toni Sands lives near the Black Mountains in Wales. Many of her ideas arrive while she’s walking by the river or travelling by train and she also finds inspiration when visiting London. This is where she enjoys roaming galleries and gazing at colourful window displays. She drinks too much coffee and often talks to strangers. Her erotic romances feature in collections by Virgin Black Lace and Accent Xcite, both paperbacks and e-books. She writes to entertain, sometimes finding, as in the case of her new heroine, a character will pop into her head, demanding to have her story told. Toni enjoys networking and belongs to the Romantic Novelists’ Association. She’d like to keep on writing as long as her readers keep on reading.

Website: http://www.tonisands.co.uk 

Monday, February 20, 2012

March is Party Time!

Here's a heads up on The Romance Reviews First Anniversary Party.
There will be lots of authors particpating, including me, and great contests, so stay tuned for more information. I'll keep you posted.

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Wednesday, February 15, 2012

Miranda Lake: The Initiate

Miranda Lake is here and she's sharing an excerpt from her book, The Initiate. The story, set in a mythical, medieval world, has a wonderful, highly erotic plot. Enjoy!


The Lady Hysena Macarydias, teenage daughter of the most noble house of Qalle, finds her illusion of how life will be as an Initiate at the formidable Citadel utterly shattered.

The excesses of Father Tarrip, High Priest of the Holy Prophet , would be beyond the endurance of the terrified girls in his charge were it not for the efforts of Sister Maria, who as an Adept of the secretive and forbidden Society of T’arn, is able to control him – but only to a degree.

But Maria has concerns beyond the fate of the pampered young ladies of Qalle aristocracy; the delicately balanced peace between the warring nations is under threat, and the very future of the planet may be in her hands.

The struggle for control of Qalle is a secret one, known to only a few. Caught between the opposing factions are the innocent Initiates: Hysena, the beautiful, intelligent yet naive Lady; Jagdig, the formidable warrior girl of Kallinia; plump Princess Leel of Calith; tiny, demure Silka of Sis Narash and the others.

And, somewhere within the sprawling walls and forbidding towers of the ancient Citadel, are the Acolytes, male counterparts to the Initiates, who in the timeless manner of young men everywhere will undertake any risk if it may result in the chance to meet young women, even if that risk may result in disaster...

The world of Qalle is a world of cruelty, of pain, of punishment. A world of plot, counter-plot and intrigue, but which still allows time enough for love, tenderness and yearning desire.

First published some years ago, The Initiate by Miranda Lake is now available in downloadable form for the first time – one of the most erotic novels to be published this century.

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Xarrith was right, he reflected. Risk did make the blood sing, but what risk! He did not know what punishment would follow discovery on such an adventure, but had not been joking when he suggested to Xarrith that he feared for their very survival. His researches into the Citadel had offered hints of people entering the forbidding walls never to be seen or heard of again. Was a few hours of ecstasy worth possible death? As he watched the taller of the two naked girls, now lying on her back with her legs held high and wide by the one with the magnificent breasts and the holy sister bringing the tokan down directly on her spread vagina, he almost thought that it was.

As she plied the tokan between the open legs of Nephraan and heard her shrill scream as the whippy leather bit into her swollen labia, Sister Colya was wondering whether to order one (or both!) of the Initiates to lick her soaking cunt. With a grimace, she decided against this, knowing from experience that, while all of them would do this delightful service for each other, they hated to do it for their sister elder. Or at least this sister elder. She suspected that they showed no such reticence with Maria and felt a bitter pang of envy at the thought, bringing the tokan down with all her strength in her frustration.

Nephraan screamed even louder as the cruel device once again bit into her exposed sex.

The sound of the scream came clearly through the wall to the ears of the fascinated Tasnar. Unlike Xarrith who had seen punishments carried out on his people at home, in Sis Narash the though of treating another person in such a barbaric manner was anathema. He found the sight deeply shocking but even more exciting. Once again he applied his eye to the small hole in the ancient wall.

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Monday, February 13, 2012

Zoey Marcel: Wrestling With Temptation

I'm excited to have a Siren Sister here today. Zoey Marcel is talking about werewolves, my favorite characters. And she's sharing an excerpt from her new paranormal, erotic romance – WRESTLING WITH TEMPTATION. Enjoy!


Thank you for having me here, Gale! I'm very excited about my book, Wrestling With Temptation. I love werewolves because they combine my favorite animal with men. Lol It's a great combination.

I’ve done a lot of reading on wolves since they fascinate me so much and I wanted to have the story set in Wyoming since I’ve been there before. I decided to have it take place in Temptation, a fictitious town just outside of Jackson Hole.

I don’t really know how I got the plot for the story. I just knew I wanted some weird paranormal stuff in it. I remember researching the Grim Reaper and the death angel thinking that would make a good villain. I also had to research banshees, harpies and dire wolves since there’s some of that in there too. Of course where information was limited I simply inserted my weird imagination into the gaps.

The characters were fun to write with their quirks and the closeness of the pack, despite their differences. Some of them are tormented by their pasts, but I find the psychological exploration

Readers can find out more on my blog:

  Wrestling With Temptation

[Ménage and More: Erotic Paranormal Ménage Romance, M/F/M/M/M, with M/M, werewolves, dubious consent, public exhibition, voyeurism, BDSM, spanking, sex toys, caning, fetish, sex in shifted form]

Morrigan, a resurrected banshee, is attacked by a harpy and saved by two werewolves. Jack is the eccentric alpha and Mark is his handsome beta. They invite her to stay with them on their ranch in Wyoming for protection. She meets two more werewolves, Quinn and Damon, who are lovers. Her mates introduce her to the world of BDSM and act as her guardians to protect her from the forces of evil that are after her.
Jack is torn between his love for Morrigan and the mission hell sent him on—to drag her to the underworld where Death can claim the woman who escaped him. Jack's heart forbids it, but Death has others in line to kill her and eternal punishment in store for Jack if he goes rogue.
The pack must overcome their differences and band together if they are to protect Morrigan and redeem their soulless alpha.

Morrigan moaned when his palms slid down to cup the material covering her breasts. They tightened almost painfully beneath his indulgent touch. His wandering hands said he burned for her. His mouth said he wanted her.

Devilishly handsome Jack wanted boring, heartbroken, little Morrigan.
She pulled back before his hands could venture into the V of her robe to touch her chest. She had to stop this while she still had an ounce of sanity and willpower left to cling to. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” He reached for the tie on her robe, but she lightly grabbed his hand to stop him.

“It’s not fair to you guys. You’re both sexy as sin. You can have any woman you want.”


“We want you,” said Mark.

“Why? Look at me.”

“We are.” Jack’s smile became suggestive as he guided her to the mirror. “Take a good, hard look at that breathtaking face.”

“Oh, it’s breathtaking, all right,” she snorted in disgust, yelping when he swatted her fanny.

“I won’t stand for any insult directed at my mate. Say it. Say you’re beautiful.”

“But I’m not. Ow!” Her eyes narrowed when he slapped her buns again. “I can say it, but I won’t believe it.”

“Then you haven’t heard it enough,” Mark reasoned. “You need to hear it every day, because it’s true. You’re gorgeous, baby girl, and dead sexy.”

Her heart and eyes welled with joy over the adorable pet name he called her by. “Thank you both.”

Jack kissed her neck and dipped his hands down into her robe to cup her tits.

She sighed with contentment and pushed into his sizzling palms more.

“Mine,” he growled against her skin as he massaged her bosom.

Mark stepped forward and loosened the tie at her waist. “Ours.”

The robe fell open, exposing her frontal nudity to them. She felt vulnerable and somehow beautiful in this moment simply because they wanted her so badly and seemed to think she hung the moon.

Jack moved so Mark could push the robe down her shoulders. Their eyes devoured her nudity with obvious approval.

Mark seemed in a hurry to strip. “We’re clean, you know. Lycans can’t get diseases, but we have papers if you want proof. Or if it makes you feel better we can wear condoms.”

“I believe you, but I don’t really want to get pregnant.”

Jack appeared to have all the answers. “Banshees can’t get pregnant.”

“How did you know I was a banshee?”

He froze before collecting himself. “The scent.”

Mark looked at her in surprise. “You’re a banshee? I had no idea. How old are you?”


“Really? Me too.”

“If you don’t fuck her, Mark, I will,” Jack said impatiently.

“Sorry.” Mark drew her near and kissed her gently, intimately.

His kiss was every bit as stirring as Jack’s. Mark coaxed her surrender rather than demanded it like Jack, but both their methods undid her. His flaming shaft against her tummy had her feverish with lust for him.

“Get in the shower, you two. I want to sit and watch your naked bodies covered in mist and steam while you writhe against each other.” Jack’s timbre sounded husky and sensual.

They moaned at his naughty words as they carried out his command and stepped into the large shower together. Morrigan had jitters of nervousness and excitement in her tummy while she watched Mark turn on the water and adjust the temperature so it was nice and hot for them.

Jack turned the fan on and threw down some towels on the floor to catch any flyaway drops of water while the glass door was left open. He wanted a bird’s-eye view of their lovemaking.

A wall of steam rose up all around them as Mark stepped closer to her. “Are you nervous?”

“A little. It’s been a long time.”

“How long?”

“I haven’t been with anyone since the twelfth century.”

His eyes bugged out of his head. “Holy shit, why so long? Look at you. The guys should be lining up to do you.”

“I’ve been a banshee for most of my existence. I wasn’t able to make myself visible to people for the longest time without bringing about their death.”
“Wow, that sucks.”

Jack cleared his throat. “Do I need to come in there and show you two idiots how to fuck?”

Mark grinned. “I haven’t forgotten, but thanks.”

Morrigan blushed when she saw Jack unzip his fly and pull out his cock. It was so long and wide it was bound to be painful stretching her, especially since she hadn’t been penetrated in so long by anyone or anything.

Mark stood several inches taller than her, so he hoisted her up so her legs were wrapped around his hips and she was pinned against the slick wall. His erection was cradled snugly between their bodies and the sheer size and beauty of it impressed her when she summoned the courage to steal a glance at it.

His mouth was smoldering as he treated her to another kiss, this one more primal and intense. They moaned in bliss over the other’s personal flavor, breaths quick and shallow as their wicked hands indulged in a torrid exploration of their partner’s body.

His strong, chiseled physique awed her. The man looked flawless and ripped. She was in good shape herself, but his solid, masculine frame was enviable.
Jack’s scintillating tone briefly breached the heady spell they were under, reminding them that they were putting on a provocative show for this aroused voyeur. “Touch his cock, Morrigan.”

Her cunt dampened when she saw Jack’s erection pointing to high heaven from his lap. It was blushing like a juicy, red plum, betraying how ripe and ready for picking it was. She wanted to taste the fleshy meat and suck the juices clean out of it when she was done with Mark.

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Sunday, February 12, 2012

L.M. Brown: Valentine’s Day Blog Hop & Contest

I'm excited to be hosting L.M. Brown as part of her Valentine's Day blog tour. She's here to talk about old legends and new releases. Enjoy! And don't forget to visit her blog and take part in the Valentine's Day Blog Hop Contest. You could win a  copy of the Gift of Love Anthology.


And now here's L.M. Brown...
Welcome to the third day of my blog tour in celebration of Valentine’s Day and also my newly released Valentine’s Day themed short story.
Today I’m going to be taking a look at one of the old legends about Valentine’s Day itself, specifically the one that says that the first man a young girl sees upon leaving her house on February 14th will be her Valentine for the coming year.
It sounds a nice tradition, doesn’t it?
Imagine the anticipation of seeing a handsome young man as you stroll through your quaint little village. 
But what if you have your sights and your heart set on one particular person? 
How easy would it be to engineer your day so that you meet that man first?
In this modern day and age I expect it would be quite impossible.  Seeing the milkman, postman and paperboy are just three of the possibilities before you even get off your own street.
Then there may be taxi or bus drivers, and, of course, the random people going about their daily business, all conspiring to stop you seeing the potential love of your life (or at least the next year) first on Valentine’s Day.
Of course, the devious members of the population might be able to tilt the odds in their favour with the aid of modern technology.  If your potential Valentine is close by, a telephone call from a friend on the next street to let you know when your potential love interest is leaving their house could be the key.  Then all you would have to do is make sure to hurry, not look round when you hear a neighbour’s door opening and feign a casual meeting.  Voila – the tradition may just work in your favour. 
Telephones are also the key to romance for the two heroes of my latest release, Nick and Connor. 


Can a wrong number lead to Mr Right? Nick Davis’s life takes an unexpected turn when a stranger starts leaving messages on his answer machine. Is there hope Nick can become more to Connor Hayes than just a wrong number?


Nick Davis stumbled from his bedroom into the kitchen, cringing at the bright sunlight of the January morning. He snapped the blinds down, causing him to simultaneously sigh with relief at the more subdued light and groan at the sound, which echoed far too loudly for his liking. Every step he took was careful and measured, so as not to make his aching head pound any more than necessary. He spared a glance at the blinking red light on the answering machine: a new message. Suspecting it to be a slightly belated Happy New Year greeting, and probably a loud one, Nick left it for the moment. He headed for the fridge and a hangover cure in the form of hair of the dog, also known as a nice cold beer.

Damn, what did I do last night? He remembered meeting his mates at The Red Lion for a night out on the town. They'd had a few drinks there before moving on to The Royal Oak. Then they'd headed out to the city, where things started to get a little hazy. He did recall Marc screaming Happy New Year down the phone at least an hour early, but midnight itself was a complete blank. He supposed he should be thankful he'd made it home in one piece, and hadn't woken up to find a strange man in his bed this morning.

After nursing his hangover until mid-afternoon Nick finally remembered the message and hit the play button.
"Hey, baby! Happy New Year! Missing you already. I can't wait to see you again. Give me a call to let me know you got back safely. Love you."

Nick frowned at the answer machine. He didn't recognise the voice of the soft-spoken man on the other end of the phone. Chalking it up to someone too inebriated to dial correctly, he deleted the message and promptly forgot about it.
Available from Silver Publishing

You can also enter a draw to win a copy of the anthology during the With Love, Valentine’s Day Blog Hop which is running on my blog from 11th February to 14th February. 

Where to find L.M. Brown

Blog – http://lmbrownauthor.blogspot.com/
Facebook – http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001471647696
Goodreads http://www.goodreads.com/lmbrown

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Thursday, February 9, 2012

Eliot Hastings: Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires

Today my guest is Eliot Hastings. I just finished reading his BDSM novella, Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires and loved it. This is one hot story and just the beginning of his series.
And now here's Eliot Hastings to tell you more about it...

I’ve been writing erotica for some time as a hobby but the advent of indie publishing spurred me into getting my work “out there.” My current project is Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires; it started out as a few short stories, some I had written years ago. I decided that I wanted to develop the relationship between the two main characters, and although most of the books are stories about other people, I also wanted to see Amanda and Kathryn at different stages of their lives. They appear in all of the books and we see them in Book one (to be published soon) enjoying life in their youthful way, full of excitement and discovery, to their relationships as they grow in the confidence and intensity of maturity. The remaining books in the series will be published this year.

I’m still enjoying the journey myself and hope the stories are an entertaining read. My next project is a full length political thriller with plenty of twists and turns, it’s in the planning and outline stage just now and the finished work should be ready early next year. 

Forbidden Pleasures, Forgiven Desires
Categories: Erotica, Multiple Partners, BDSM
Word Count: 48,992
Heat Index – 5 Flames

Peter was an assertive man, in complete control of his life and work. But in his closest relationships he was a natural submissive, and he had been searching for a dominant partner for as long as he could remember. Dissatisfied with his relationships, he had sought the services of a professional Mistress. Lisa enjoyed her work as a sadistic Dominatrix, exploiting his masochism and they soon became good friends. It seemed as if he had everything he needed, and his search was over. Then he met Suzy and fell in love with her, they were brought together by a quirk of fate. She had her own agenda, but there was something unspoken, something below the surface that drew them together, but would she love him? And if she did, would he be able to live a life denying his need to be dominated?

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Eliot Hastings is a technical author and began writing short stories as a hobby some years ago. He is an engineering graduate and lives in Warwickshire, his interests include Architecture and History and he considers himself lucky to live in a country steeped in history. It allows him to follow two of his favourite hobbies which are photography and visiting historic buildings and Cathedrals. Eliot is into motor sports and music and he is a regular at race meetings and gigs up and down the country.

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Sunday, February 5, 2012

Xavier Axelson: Lily

Today Xavier Axelson is here to talk about his newest release, Lily, a MM paranormal. He's sharing an excerpt below. Enjoy!

Xavier is a writer of erotica for Silver Publishing and Seventh Window Publications.

He is also the Los Angeles Sex Advice Columnist for Examiner.com, contributes regularly to Queer Magazine Online, and writes a column for All Bear Online Magazine.

Xavier has several degrees in fields such as communications, library technology, and literature.

When Pryor's daughter Lily is taken by a wolf, Pryor is convinced she has turned into the creature he sees lurking in his woods.  He swears she promises to return to him. But is it his despair and desperation making him see things or is there something more lurking in the shadows of the forest?  When he meets Ned, a silversmith who helps him with a plan to bring his daughter back into his life, he begins to live again. But can his newfound love help ease the horror that may be waiting? What if the ultimate horror isn’t when Lily was taken but it’s when Lily returns and he realizes his nightmare has only just begun...
I am Lily's father, my name is Pryor. It was a year ago last Father's Day when she was taken from me. I still believe being Lily's father is the most important thing in this world.
Unfortunately, my daughter dwells in another world.
* * * * *
I glanced at the necklace. Ned's pressed close to me, but the necklace I hoped would bring Lily back to me felt closer. Ned was soft in his sleep; not the bull of a man he was when he's awake. I loved him soft and I loved him hard. It was his hardness that grounded me, that brought me in from the darkness. The necklace caught the light of the fading moon and I wondered where Lily was tonight.
The old clock on the nightstand hummed quietly; its vintage florescent glow a pale mockery of the necklace that lay beside it and yet I heard the clock, it won in that department. Time always does.
Ned moved against me, I could feel his arms pull me close, felt the bulge of his muscles, his arms thick and powerful. He had never loved a man before me. I had only loved Lily. Once she changed, I had little left to love; in fact, I was certain love had disappeared from my life all together.
The clock still hummed, never quiet; it's old and made noise as if time itself wanted us all to know that it was passing and with each minute Lily fell farther and farther into the darkness. The tears came then and at the same time Ned's cock pushed more firmly against my back. He grumbled, pulled me even tighter so that I could truly feel his penis--not hard, not entirely soft--on the edge of wanting. A tear fell and I gasped a little. Seeing the necklace; hearing the clock, feeling Ned's cock, his muscles, I fell away into him and closed my eyes.
"Why aren't you sleeping?"
"I was," I replied softly.
"No you weren't," his voice was sleepy; distant and yet he knew things, he knew I was awake, thinking about my lost daughter.
"It's Father's Day," I answered, skipping over my lie. "Do you think she will come?" I felt him nod and nodded in return against my pillow. Another tear fell.
"Come closer," he whispered.
"How much closer could I get?"
"Closer," he said again, a growl, a grunt; there was the bull I knew.
His lips brushed on my neck, a hand on my thigh stroking, touching, pulling a sigh from my mouth. I wiped a hand across my face.
"I never get sick of touching you," he whispered wetly, his tongue tracing my ear.
Smiling, I turned in his big arms and I could feel my thoughts ease. Ned had that way about him. 'Magic arms' I called him because he had this way of holding me that made me feel completely safe and for one man to be able to do that for another was amazing.
I kissed him and was happy to discover his breath was not bad but sweet, the trace of his toothpaste before bed still there and I smiled even as I kissed him. Ned sighed gently, his cock fully hard now, urgent, pressing. I reached down and stroked him through his boxers; he was already wet. I tried to pull my tongue from his mouth but he only pulled me closer, deeper; at one point I was almost certain one of us was going to stop breathing.
He finally relented but only because I jokingly squeezed his balls a little too tightly.
"Fuck, you make me nuts," he grumbled, we both laughed at his joke.
His hand reached for my cock; I slept naked so there was no flimsy cotton between his rough hands and my skin.
"You like that?"
I nodded, I did like it, I'd thought I wouldn't ever be able to like sex again, or any intimacy after Lily disappeared.
His hands were rough but I relished his edges; he touched me as if he knew me and, after a year, I guess he kind of did.
"You want me to suck it?" His voice was hoarse with his question; there was still a shy embarrassment behind it, as if he couldn't really believe he was going to suck cock.
"What do you think?"
My response excited him. I could see it in his eyes, even in the dark; the fading moon told me just enough.
When you had a daughter like mine, you learned a lot from the moon.
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