Good Evening!

Welcome to Autumn! I can hardly believe we're already a week into this gorgeous season with the added bonus of being the host of my two favorite holidays: Halloween and Thanksgiving. I've heard Autumn referred to as the evening portion of the Wheel of the Year. I love that! Evenings to me are about settling down, reflecting on the day, then letting go.

There are also the fun things that come along with the cooler temperatures ... like football (I even updated my profile photo to illustrate where my loyalties lie ... *shaking my head* Can't help who ya love, right?), bonfires, sweaters, and cider mills ... maybe even a hayride. (<< The link will take you to a little partial flash from a while ago. Sexy fun with Kit and Ethan! **I'm noticing several photos from my blogs are simply not showing up anymore, so I apologize for the missing eye candy.)

A couple of things are currently in the works -- I know they've been "in the works" for oh-so-long, and I thank you for your patience as my life jerks the reins from my hands and runs wild! I've been doing the read-through/revision/expansion for the re-issue of Hearts A Plenty and am really [really!] anticipating it going live again in late fall! YAY!!! Followed in the spring with the release of Tattered Hearts.

I had no idea just how dear to my heart this series would become. When the idea for Vintage Love first came to me, it was fairly straightforward ... small town, sexy people, lots of secrets. Originally it had been planned as a trilogy to begin with Frank Britton and Lydia Sharp (Salvage My Heart, now VL #3), followed by an as-of-then list of characters I wasn't really sure of. Then the Thanksgiving challenge was issued and I decided to have Hearts A Plenty begin the series with a steamy m/f/m introducing Claire Mason, Jared Young, and Mark Pierce. That would be followed by Stella James and Eric Mason in Tattered Hearts, then Frank and Lydia's story, before finally winding up the series with Reclaim Her Heart, a m/f/m f/m/m featuring Charlotte Britton, Gabriel Mason, and Quinn Parker. Yes, the small midwest town of Awry has burrowed deeply into my heart. Looking forward to sharing it with you!

Also on the drawing board are several Bedtime Stories featuring Bicycle Built For Two, and Mary, Mary Quite Contrary, as well as "loading the toad" for Three Men in a Tub and Waltzing Matilda.

And on that note ... I wish you a wonderful evening!

Submission

He breathed deeply, inhaling the scent of hot, aroused woman.

Soft pink breasts burgeoned above the rigid lines of the corset, each sharp gasp threatening the tenuous containment of the sweet, dark tips.

"Tighter, please ... Master."

His blood pounded, rushing to the center of his body, echoing in his ears.

Her last word a mere whisper. A sigh. Had he not been standing directly behind her, leaning close to pull the laces of the garment closed, he would have missed it.

Her submission.

Hot and sweaty ...

I'm not sure where you live, but here in Michigan it's a cold, windy, and generally dreary time of the year. It seems like the perfect time to heat things up with a little flash fiction from last summer.

Make me sweat. When this theme came up for the Flash one Sunday, Callie and Matt jumped right into my farmer's daughter brain. It's a short little flash, but a fun scene anyway.

And the photo makes me feel all warm and cozy. [wink]

Callie took a long pull from the water jug before wiping the sweat dripping down her face, the bandana covering her red curls having reached saturation point. She listened to the steady rhythm of the hay elevator carrying the straw bales up to the loft where she had been working for the better part of two hours. She’d shed the long-sleeved work shirt in the first hour and the tank shirt she wore clung to every inch of skin it covered. Dust hung heavy in the air, sticking to the bare skin of her arms and face, clouding her eyes.

Matt scaled the side of the hay wagon, hanging onto the top rail and kicking down the bales so he could throw them onto the elevator. Shirtless, the sun beat down on his back, the waistband of his jeans dark and low-slung as it absorbed the sweat rolling down his chest and back. Swiping the equally soaked Stetson from his dark head, he wiped his forearm across his face.

He glanced up at the window as he jammed the hat back on. As hot as he was in the sun, the barn would be stifling for Callie. As if his thoughts conjured her, Callie appeared at the opening, her arms raised to peel the sticking strands of her hair and braid off her back and neck. Dark nipples beaded and clearly visible against the thin cotton clinging to her like a second skin.

“Shit…” he muttered, his mouth watering as his cock stirred with an agenda of its own.

Stoking the embers of everyday

I had the opportunity to host Sunday Flash Fiction this past week. It's always interesting to see what I'm going to come up with for this writing challenge. Some authors are fortunate enough to have several completed works to draw excerpts from and post when a topic comes up that fits something they have. Me? Not so much. I'm working on increasing my backlist, but for right now I write from the hip, so to speak.

The theme I chose for Sunday's Flash was finding heat in normal, routine everyday life. My story -- The Right Fit -- featured Mia and Wayne, a young couple dealing with the typical stresses of life.

ONE
Mia pulled her minivan into the garage beside Wayne’s car, trying to tap down the dread as she cut the engine. Each time she arrived home, she had to stop herself from mentally adding things to the neverending To-do list. She glanced in the rearview mirror where Tess stirred in her car seat, then gathered her bag, purse, Tess’s bag, and the one shoe the baby had kicked off at some point during the ride from Wayne’s parents’ house where Tess had spent several hours this afternoon. She held her sleeping daughter in her arms, then picked up the travel mug from the cup holder. A reminder of something on the To-do list. With a sigh, she wondered if it was too much to hope that Wayne had repaired the dishwasher.

TWO
Damn it. Wayne looked around the kitchen, pissed that it had taken him the entire afternoon to fix one goddamn appliance, but he had fixed it. He hadn’t even begun to get things picked up though, and now his girls were coming into the house. Mia crossed the threshold, scanned the room and, if possible, her shoulders drooped even more. He immediately went to take Tess, then realized he was still covered in dirt and grease.

“Can you get the other stuff,” Mia whispered. “I’ll go lay her down.” Her words weren’t meant to be sexy, but Mia’s husky whisper sent a jolt of response to the area directly behind his zipper.

THREE
When she returned to the kitchen, it looked completely different. Tools gone and dishes loaded into the softly humming dishwasher. Mia glanced at Wayne as he stepped out of the laundry room, wiping his face and neck with a towel, drying his hands and arms before tossing it onto the washing machine.

She loved his hands. Wide palms and long fingers. He did wickedly sexy things to her body with them. When he slid those hands into the front pockets of his jeans, her attention settled on the ridge of his cock pressed against the soft denim.

“Mia?” She met his gaze, and his mouth shifted into a slow smile, letting her know he liked that she noticed his reaction to her. She felt a tug in her lower belly, heat curling outward making her nipples peak beneath her thin tshirt and her thighs clench together to intensify the throb there.

FOUR
The comfortable cotton skirt and tshirt she wore made his palms itch to get under them to her warm, smooth skin. Her nipples showed clearly, tiny buds tempting him, and in two steps, he had her backed against the counter. One hand curled into the hair she'd released from the ponytail she wore at work, tugging gently to tilt her head for his kiss, while the other hand smoothed beneath the tshirt over the soft slope of her belly to cup her breast and pinch the hard tight nipple.

She gasped against his mouth, then sucked his tongue like she would his dick, sending all the blood rushing to his crotch. Her hips tipped up, silently asking for more. “Lift your skirt up, baby.” His voice was graveled and rough to his own ears. “Let me feel your sweet pussy.” Mia shivered against him, but did as he asked.

Releasing her hair, he reached down and stroked her inner thighs, feeling the warmth of her sex through her panties. He found the hard nub of her clit through the thin material and Mia jerked in his arms, the nipple he still clasped puckering more.

Her soft murmurs against his neck and the scent of her arousal in the air had the blood roaring through him as he delved beneath the elastic. Her slippery hot juices coated his hand as he gently worked two fingers inside her, then followed quickly with a third as she started grinding on his hand.

FIVE
Mia couldn’t think when Wayne’s hands were on her. Her body took over and demanded completion. The stroke of his hand between her legs and inside her, drove her higher and faster toward an orgasm that would probably short circuit her brain.

“You’re so wet, baby.” His words were hot on her neck, his breathing rough and ragged as he fought for control. She needed him now. Tearing at his belt, Mia fumbled it open, then the button, easing the zipper down carefully over the erection straining there.

She pushed his jeans and boxers down, trailing her fingernails over the tight muscles of his butt. He loved her marks on him and growled his approval just as she’d hoped he would. His sounds of pleasure sent spasms along his fingers still thrusting inside her. She dragged her fingers around his lean hips to caress his damp cockhead, pre-cum slicking her finger.

Meeting his eyes, she sucked the digit into her mouth, mesmerized as green fire blasted her. “Now, Mia. I need you now.”

Through playing, Wayne lifted her to the counter and went to knees, his dark head between her thighs. She clamped one hand over her mouth to keep from screaming as he tongued the sensitive bud of her clit, then sucked it hard between his lips. She wrapped her legs around his shoulders, using them to grind against his mouth as she flew apart in his arms, her soft cries muffled by her hand.

He wiped his face against her thigh, then stood and in one smooth stroke entered her fully.

“God, Mia ... fuck, I’m not going to last, baby.” His whispers sent whips of hot flames through her. He thrust strong and fast, bringing her back to the peak as he ground against her clitoris. “You’re so sexy. Your pussy’s so hot.” He went deep, the pulsing of his orgasm sending her over with him.

Wayne leaned back and the completely satiated expression on his face made Mia giggle. He grinned, then eased out of her. Getting a washcloth out of the laundry basket filled with stuff to be folded, he wet it, then returned to wash her gently as she watched him.

When he was done, he stood between her legs again. “Anything else you need repaired, ma’am?” His words spoken against her mouth, lips swollen from his kisses. “I could get used to this kind of exchange for services.”

Hayride

This flash is from several months ago and is only a partial, but it definitely warmed up quickly. Who knows, maybe someday I'll get back to these two lovers on their hayride.

ONE
Kit burrowed into the blankets Ethan had situated for them before helping her up on the wagon. Lying beside her husband, she wondered why on earth he’d insisted on attending this silly party in the first place.

Her illness six months ago, followed by recovery and physical therapy left her wiped out most days. Ethan’s quiet support had buoyed her during those dark months, and he had really wanted to see some of their friends, so she had agreed. During the drive, she had secretly been wishing for her warm jammies and the new book she’d downloaded.

She had to admit, the steady beat of his heart beneath her ear and the moist mingling of their breath beneath the blankets had her own heart rate skipping. The warmth of his fingers stealing beneath her loose sweater to stroke her lower back had Kit moving her thigh over Ethan’s lap and tilting her hips against his.

His low murmur of approval sent heat streaking through her.

TWO
The feel of Kit’s heat snugged against him had Ethan instantly hard. For months, the thought of taking his release in the warmth of her body had made him feel sick with his self-loathing. He’d nearly lost her. She hadn’t needed him grunting and sweating all over her.

Kit shifted until she straddled him, her breath soft against his neck. The rhythmic swaying and shifting of the wagon had her soft mound grinding against his rigid flesh. Her low moan in his ear, followed by the light bite, sent arousal inching down his spine, tightening his balls. Christ.

His hands drifted over her silky skin, cupped her breasts, his fingers rasping against the sensitive peaks. Her soft gasp electrified the air between them, even as his heart crowded his throat and his hips gave an involuntary thrust upward.

THREE
Sucking the heavy pulse at Ethan’s neck, Kit shuddered with the wicked sensations curling through her. The lips of her sex wept at Ethan’s touch on her bare flesh. She craved what he could do to her.

“Undo your jeans, baby.” His voice low, desperate. “I need to touch your soft pussy.”

At his words heat exploded through her, her clit ached, anticipating his touch. She quickly unfastened her jeans, and his as well. As she eased the zipper down over his cock, she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers inside his briefs and gripping him tight, gliding her thumb along the damp slit.

“Kit, baby ... you’re killing me here.”

FOUR
She continued the long, twisting strokes and Ethan thrust into her hand. Shit, he was going to fuck this up by coming in her hand and that simply wouldn’t do. He wanted his fingers deep in his wife’s pussy while she panted and moaned for him.

Ethan grabbed her hand and rolled them onto their sides. Tugging the jeans down, he snaked his hand inside her panties. His trembling fingers smoothed over the soft damp curls and when he parted the silky folds of her labia, hot cream covered his fingers.

He found her mouth in the darkness, sweeping the depths with his tongue, tasting her, absorbing her gasps and cries as he circled the hard bud of her clit with his thumb.

Taking it off

This past week I had a couple of blogging firsts over at SEx -  the Liquid Silver Books blog. To fill in for someone, I posted my very first (non-Morning After) entry with a nice response from my fellow authors. Thanks everyone. Then on Sunday I hosted my very first Flash Fiction and had a wonderful turnout. Thank you SO much to everyone that popped in to contribute or say hello. It was a lot of fun!

My challenge to any who wanted to participate was this: Give me a scene in roughly 100 word bites involving some sort of game, a minimum of two people or participants, and the sexy fun that comes when skin starts playing peek-a-boo among the cards and tokens!

A Win-Win Situation
ONE
“Three in a row, baby!” Leo jumped to his feet beside the coffee table and started doing he-man poses and hip grinding to the crowd – in this case, a crowd of one. “Come on, Steph! That’s an excellent winning streak. You gotta give me a little something.”

For their fourth date they had decided to spend the evening at her place watching movies or playing games. As she took in his huge grin, she couldn’t help but laugh at his antics. “It’s just Yahtzee,” she said, suddenly feeling breathless and hot. Before she realized where her roaming eyes were headed, they had strayed to his gyrating hips, and more specifically, what lay behind the fly of his jeans.

TWO
She’d been getting more and more aroused just watching his hands on the dice, hearing the deep rumble of his voice as he talked and laughed. She wanted to crawl all over him. "The law of averages is bound to kick in here for me soon."

He returned to the table still strewn with the dice, score sheets, and pencils and waited for Stephanie’s eyes to meet his. Dark green fire blasted her.

“Really?” He flashed a sexy grin filled with all sorts of wicked promise and dropped to his knees beside her. “Care to up the ante?”

THREE
At the challenge, Stephanie’s mouth went dry. Her entire body tingled.

“I’m listening.” Her pulse ran wild through her veins. Each shallow breath dragged the lacy bra over tight achy nipples. A detail that didn’t escape his hot gaze.

Leo trailed his fingers along the deep vee of her cotton shirt, then leaned in for a quick kiss. “The new game is strip Yahtzee,” he said against her lips. He caressed her sensitive nipples with the backs of his fingers. Stephanie moaned at his touch, wanting a real kiss. Instead he pulled back. “The rules are simple,” he growled, suggesting he was getting as turned on as she was.

She reached for the beer bottle on the table, needing a drink. She’d barely taken a sip when he snagged it, took a drink, then set it back on the table. “I don’t want you drunk, Steph,” he said in response to her raised eyebrow. “I want you naked.”

FOUR
Stephanie had lost track of the number of games they’d played. She knew she knelt beside the table in nothing but her socks and panties. The latter getting wetter by the second. After losing her shirt and bra, it seemed silly to put them back on. Her bare breasts swayed as she rolled the dice.

Leo’s eyes blazed hot as he tracked her every move, his face tight with lust, clearly distracted by her abundant curves on display. She tallied up the dice, giggling as she put the score in the upper portion. “I got the bonus points on the top.” She leaned over the table and pointed to his score sheet. “You didn’t. Give me something.”

A growl rumbled in his chest and Stephanie felt it in the deep throb between her legs. He stood and started opening his jeans, the soft material hugging the length of an impressive erection that had Stephanie’s mouth watering. “I’m gonna give you something, sweetheart.”

FIVE
Stephanie crawled around the table as he kicked the jeans out of the way.

“Is there such a thing as a draw in Yahtzee?” she asked, not really caring what the answer might be. She licked her lips. “We’re both at three, right? Socks and …” her words trailed off.

She walked her fingers up his leg, past his tempting cock, to the waistband of his boxers. Her heart pounded in her throat as she slowly dragged the cotton down his legs.

“There is tonight,” he said roughly, practically falling to his knees. Stephanie quickly found herself stretched out on her back as Leo settled between her legs. “And I’m more than ready to share the winnings.”

Pirate tales

I participated in the SEx flash fiction again on Sunday. The theme was pirates. I've read some awesome romance novels that featured pirates in the lead roles and while they had the power to get my heart pounding, it was never really something that I much of a desire to write about. So when I saw the pirate theme, I decided to put a modern day spin on it.

Remember flash isn't necessarily a whole story...hell, sometimes there's not enough free time in my day to even complete a scene that I'm working on. The idea of the flash writing is to write within the limits of 100 word bites...kind of like a serial. With that being said, I hope you enjoy Ravaged.


ONE
Macey stretched across the seat of the flat bottom rowboat, the soft romantic sounds of Seether and Amy Lee whispering in her ears. The rhythmic shifting of the water lulled her restless mind toward thoughts of Nathan. His lips on hers. His hot words against her neck. Hands stroking her breasts and fingers teasing the elastic of her panties. Her hips lifted at the memories. The daydream heated her from the inside quicker than the sun beating down on her bikini clad body.

She jerked in terror as the wet hand cupped her mouth and the tiny headphone plucked from her ear. A stubble roughened cheek rested against hers. Macey’s heart pounded in her chest. “I’m taking over this vessel, sweetheart.”

TWO
The terror subsided, but Macey’s blood still pounded through her. Nathan had hoisted himself over the side of the boat, pulled the anchor and headed for the little island in the middle of the small lake. Her eyes followed the tiny streams of water that dripped from his shaggy hair to his chest, streaking over his tight masculine nipples. She wanted to sample that hard tip with her tongue, test the surrounding muscle with her teeth. The muscles of his arms and shoulders bunched and rolled as he propelled them through the water.

Everything in her clamored as his bright green eyes clashed with hers. She shivered at the intense heat she saw there, her body softening as it prepared for what he was planning to take. Goosebumps covered her skin as the corner of his mouth lifted in a wicked grin filled with promise. His gaze dropped to the peaks of her small breasts beaded and aching beneath the thin scraps of her top.

THREE
The bottom of the boat scraped along the sand and Nathan jumped over the side, splashing water as he pulled it farther up the beach. With a growl, he grabbed Macey and the towel she’d been lying on, and lifted her against his chest. The heated flesh drawing a moan from her.

Long legs carried them into the dense foliage just beyond the beach. Macey quickly found herself flat on her back, Nathan’s body pressing into her. The thin fabric of their swimsuits afforded no protection against the length and heat of his erection. She wrapped her legs around his lean hips, accepting him in the cradle of her body.

His fingers wound in her hair, holding her head exactly where he wanted it. His eyes on Macey’s as his head bent and he took her lips, his tongue stealing into her mouth and sliding against hers. He groaned. The sound vibrated through Macey and she clutched at his hips as he thrust against her sex.

“Please, baby.” Dragging his lips from hers, he kissed her neck, shuddering in her arms. “Let me in, Mace.”

With a small tug of the string securing her bottoms, Macey surrendered.

Sweet treats...(explicit)

This is a comment that I added to Jolie Cain's post today at LiquidSilverBooks blog, Silver Expressions - SEx:

Meggie dipped a plump strawberry into the melted chocolate. “Open,” she said, holding it to Jared’s lips.

Rather than taking the treat, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the counter. “You open, baby.”

Jared spread her creamy smooth thighs, pushing the thin cotton skirt up to her bare pussy. He took the strawberry from her fingers and painted her tiny clit and labia. Leaning back on her hands, Meggie met his gaze as he licked and savored her like the sweetest fruit.

“Mm, my favorite,” he whispered, grinning against her soft skin.