Thursday, October 28, 2010

A Big Welcome to V. Mark Covingtion!!

Today's guest is V. Mark Covington, an author who makes me laugh...a lot! We share a snarky sense of humor and crack each other up most of the time...even if others think we're nuts. Come to think of it we are both a little wacky!


Hi Lizzie, since you and I both write vampire stories, I figured I’d pass this one along, how I became acquainted with one of the characters in my book “Heavenly Pleasure”.

http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/paranormal/humor/heavenly-pleasure/prod_273.html


Going to Hollywood


Hollywood Cemetery is one of the most beautiful bone-yards in the United States. It is such a fixture of Richmond, Virginia that folks here still refer to dieing as ‘going to Hollywood’. Overlooking the James River rapids, Hollywood is the final resting place for three presidents (if you count Jefferson Davis, and why wouldn’t you), twenty five confederate generals and William Burke, an Irish school teacher who had among his teenage students a young Edgar Allen Poe. It is also the home to one William Wortham Pool (W.W. Pool) Richmond’s most notorious vampire. Born in April 1842, Poole was a bookkeeper in Richmond until his death in 1913. He was laid to rest in a fine mausoleum in Hollywood and he was not seen again until October 2, 1925. On that day, C&O locomotive #231, operated by Engineer, Tom Mason, was heading into Richmond to pass through the tunnel known as the Church Hill Tunnel on the northside of Richmond. The tunnel was a low-traffic route and there were workmen in the tunnel on this day digging to increased the size of the tunnel. As the 231 passed beneath 20th Street, a few interior bricks in the tunnel fell loose. These were from the old part of the structure of the tunnel roof and the falling bricks damaged some connections for the underground lighting system. The tunnel was plunged into four thousand feet of pitch-black darkness. Workmen that were were near the east entrance fled toward the east portal. Carpenters who managed to escape reported later that right after the tunnel lights went out, they felt a sudden and overwhelming, unstoppable gust of wind. Mason's fireman, Benjamin F. Mosby yelled to Mason, "Watch out, Tom! She's a-comin' in !!"

It was too late...

A hundred feet of loose dirt and tunnel beams came crashing down upon locomotive #231, engulfing the train, trapping Mason where he stood "at the throttle."
Men from all over the city rushed to the tunnel entrance to try to dig the survivors out. They reported that they could hear the screams of hurt workmen as they dug. After a few days, the diggers called off the rescue. The screams had stopped and progress was too slow to free the workmen for weeks. But they posted watchers near the entrance twenty-four hours a day to listen for any survivors trying to dig their way out.

A couple of days later a man was seen emerging from the tunnel. The man was reported by the tunnel guards to be covered in blood with jagged teeth and rolls of skin hanging from its muscular frame. Blood dripped from his mouth as though he was fresh from a flesh feast.
A nearby watchman sounded the alarm and men on the street gave chase. The ghoulish being raced off through the streets of Richmond toward the James River and was pursued until it disappeared in a tomb carved into a hill in Hollywood Cemetery, labeled W.W. Pool. That’s when the legend Mr. W.W ‘Bill’. Pool, the vampire, was born.”
Nothing was heard again from Mr. W.W. until 1979 when a reporter from the Richmond Times Dispatch received a phone call from a man claiming to be a vampire and requesting an interview at a local pub. This was three years after Ann Rice’s Interview with a Vampire was published and Mister Poole told the reporter that he wanted to give people an interview with a “real” vampire. The man who met the newspaper reporter then next evening at a corner bar was dressed in dirty jeans and an old sweatshirt that looked like Goodwill rejects. He told of his life and death in Richmond, his feasting during the tunnel collapse and how now he survived on the blood of rats and stray pets and made his home under the water level of the James River at the old Pumphouse. He talked about being tired of haunting the streets of Richmond, living forever in the darkness and claimed to have become more and more depressed as the years wore on. The reporter humored the gaunt, pale man, gazed at him with a bemused skepticism, until the man snapped off the corner of the inch and a half thick oak table like you and I would snap off the corner of a soda cracker while grinning a wolfish grin. The next time Mister Poole surfaced was in Feburary, 2010 with the publication of my book, Heavenly Pleasure by Aspen Mountain Press.
http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/paranormal/humor/heavenly-pleasure/prod_273.html

Excerpt from Heavenly Pleasure:


"I haven’t even told you the best one," said Eve, ignoring John’s invitation. "The
woman that lives two doors down beside Ted and Eric, she’s Indian or Pakistani or
something and she always wears a black cape and she has actual fangs. I think she works at a strip club. Ted told me her name is Kali something."
"A vampire?" asked John, "that’s weird. I actually met a real vampire last night."
"Yeah, right, you are so full of shit."
"No, no, I got an e-mail from this guy, Bill Poole, and he said he was a vampire and
he wanted to meet me. I met him at the Tap last night and he gave me this manuscript.
I guess it’s his autobiography. I haven’t had a chance to look at it, but he seemed
sincere."
"You met a sincere vampire at The Tap last night?" Eve cocked her head
mockingly.
"Well, he said he was vampire, he had fangs and all, but he was kind of dressed
like a bum, dirty jeans and a sweatshirt, no tuxedo, not even a sports coat. He seemed really depressed, like suicidal."
"So you met a sincere, suicidal, grunge vampire at The Tap last night named Bill.
This is a character you made up for one of you books, right?"
"No, I really met the guy, he gave me a manuscript of his life story; he said he was
ending it all and he wanted someone to tell his story after he was gone. He seemed like a nice guy."
"A nice, sincere, suicidal, grunge, vampire named Bill," said Eve shaking her head.
"John, this is too much. You’re making this shit up."


So, Bill, if you’re out there I’d love to sign your copy of my book. I think I’ll inscribe it “To Bill Pool, no, I’m not making this shit up.” Maybe someday they will buy the film rights to Heavenly Pleasure, and make the movie, then Mr. W.W. Pool will again, “go to Hollywood.”


V. Mark Covington lives in Richmond, Virginia where he writes novels exploring the cosmically comical nature of the universe, the purpose of which is to create someone who lives in Richmond, Virginia and writes novels exploring the cosmically comical nature of the universe.
Check out his website at: http://www.vmarkcovington.com

Monday, October 25, 2010

A Little Humor for Today

Today I'm sharing an article a friend sent to me. No matter ones age, there are times when most of us shudder when we have to call about an issue that will put us in an endless round of pushing buttons to get yet one more recorded instruction. Or have had issue with a bank on something from a missed deposit or charges we feel unfair. Below is how one elderly lady handled the situation and it gave me a good laugh. Hats off to her for being innovative on a situation that had her thoroughly pissed off.


Older Lady's Letter to Bank

Shown below is an actual letter that was sent to a bank by an Older woman. The bank manager thought it amusing enough to have it published in the New York Times.


Dear Sir:

I am writing to thank you for bouncing my check with which I endeavored to pay my plumber last month.

By my calculations, three nanoseconds must have elapsed between his presenting the check and the arrival in my account of the funds needed to honor it..

I refer, of course, to the automatic monthly deposit of my entire pension, an arrangement which, I admit, has been in place for only eight years.

You are to be commended for seizing that brief window of opportunity, and also for debiting my account $30 by way of penalty for the inconvenience caused to your bank.

My thankfulness springs from the manner in which this incident has caused me to rethink my errant financial ways.
I noticed that whereas I personally answer your telephone calls and letters, --- when I try to contact you, I am confronted by the impersonal, overcharging, pre-recorded, faceless entity which your bank has become.

From now on, I, like you, choose only to deal with a flesh-and-blood person.

My mortgage and loan repayments will therefore and hereafter no longer be automatic, but will arrive at your bank, by check, addressed personally and confidentially to an employee at your bank whom you must nominate.

Be aware that it is an offense under the Postal Act for any other person to open such an envelope.

Please find attached an Application Contact which I require your chosen employee to complete.
I am sorry it runs to eight pages, but in order that I know as much about him or her as your bank knows about me, there is no alternative.

Please note that all copies of his or her medical history must be countersigned by a Notary Public, and the mandatory details of his/her financial situation (income, debts, assets and liabilities) must be accompanied by documented proof.

In due course, at MY convenience, I will issue your employee with a PIN number which he/she must quote in dealings with me.

I regret that it cannot be shorter than 28 digits but, again, I have modeled it on the number of button presses required of me to access my account balance on your phone bank service.

As they say, imitation is the sincerest form of flattery.

Let me level the playing field even further.

When you call me, press buttons as follows:

IMMEDIATELY AFTER DIALING, PRESS THE STAR (*) BUTTON FOR ENGLISH

#1. To make an appointment to see me

#2. To query a missing payment.

#3. To transfer the call to my living room in case I am there.

#4. To transfer the call to my bedroom in case I am sleeping

#5. To transfer the call to my toilet in case I am attending to nature.

#6.. To transfer the call to my mobile phone if I am not at home

#7. To leave a message on my computer, a password to access my computer is required.

Password will be communicated to you at a later date to that Authorized Contact mentioned earlier.

#8. To return to the main menu and to listen to options 1 through 7.

#9. To make a general complaint or inquiry.

The contact will then be put on hold, pending the attention of my automated answering service.
#10. This is a second reminder to press* for English.

While this may, on occasion, involve a lengthy wait, uplifting music will play for the duration of the call.

Regrettably, but again following your example, I must also levy an establishment fee to cover the setting up of this new arrangement.

May I wish you a happy, if ever so slightly less prosperous New Year?

Your Humble Client

And remember: Don 't make old People mad.

We don't like being old in the first place, so it doesn't take much to piss us off.

Thursday, October 21, 2010

Welcome Victoria Blisse

Victoria Blisse is delightful! I’ve come to know her through Facebook posts and emails and love her sense of humour as well as her talent. She graciously consented to share her thoughts and snippets of her work with us here today. Join me in welcoming Victoria!

Also, one lucky commentor will will a copy of Moon Shy so make sure to at least say "Hi" to this fabulous author. So, here's Victoria!

Victoria Blisse is a mother, wife, Christian, Manchester United fan and erotica writer. She is equally at home behind a laptop or a cooker and she loves to create stories, poems, cakes and biscuits that make people happy.

She was born near Manchester, England and her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories. Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life

STOP! Vampire Time


I do hope MC Hammer will forgive me for messing with the perfection of his song title, but I just couldn’t resist. Hello, I’m Victoria Blisse and I’m here on Lizzie’s blog (Thanks for having me) to talk about vampires. Hot, sexy vampires which are my favourite kind.

Last year I wrote a werewolf story (Moon Shy, you can win a copy of it for commenting on this post) and that opened up the possibilities of writing paranormal stories to me. Before that I’d kept to contemporary settings and so it was quite a challenge to write a werewolf but it was fun.
So next, I worked on a vampire. I got the original inspiration crossing the Yorkshire moors to Whitby and then I wrote The Point. Where Hugh, a Vampire of a hundred years or more meets Elizabeth, a doctor on holiday who falls and twists her ankle in a field behind Hugh’s home. He comes to her rescue and things lead on from there.

Hugh has established a club for vampires and humans to meet in, called The Point. It’s a place where vampires can meet humans. Hugh discovered that human blood after orgasm is more satisfying to a vampire. So if a person orgasms, just ten seconds of their blood is enough to satisfy a vampire’s blood lust. At The Point vampires pay humans to have sex with them and then allow them to suck their blood. It is the most civilised way for them to satisfy their needs without killing.

The second book in my Point Vamp series came out on Monday. It’s called Stopping Point and revolves around Hugh’s vampire club. Josh is attacked one night by what he imagines is a defenceless, curvy beauty who actually is a vampire. He ends up craving blood and not food and he just can’t understand why. Until he attacks a man and kills him by sucking his blood.

He finds Cara, his Sire and starts to find things out about vampires and as they say a little knowledge is a terrible thing and it goes straight to Josh’s head. He decides to turn his best friends so they can live in eternal friendship together. The plan does not go quite right when the girls Jos lures back to his flat know all about vampires and the ten second rule, which up until that point Josh knew nothing about. His friends insist on going to the club where the rules originate so they do not have to kill people to satisfy their new, and unwanted, blood lust.

So in The Point I had one hot vampire, in Stopping Point I have three. I wonder how many I’ll manage to fit into Point Vamp Book three which I am going to write during the writing madness of NaNoWriMo in November? I have rather warmed to vampires and writing them. There is something addictive about them.

If you want to sample my vampires, you can find a free read at Total-E-Bound called To Comfort a Vampire. It’s a short story set at The Point.

Also, my story First Time Fang Bang which is currently in the Just One Bite contest at All Romance Ebooks is set at The Point. Please do pop over and read it then vote, if you wouldn’t mind. If you let me know you’ve voted victoria@ victoriablisse. co. uk (no spaces) I’ll send you 2 more free reads as a thank you.

So, do you enjoy vampires? Do you have a favourite vampire or story involving them? Also how do you like your vampires? Do you prefer the traditional cross hating, sunlight burning vamp or do you like the more modern vamps who can vary massively from the traditional idea? Many of them can even withstand sunlight these days and have no problem with crucifixes at all. I look forward to hearing your views. Also if you have any other questions for me, feel free to ask and remember, if you comment you’ll be put in a draw to win a copy of Moon Shy. A perfect Halloween read!

To read more about Moon Shy:
http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=930







Stopping Point Blurb:

Book two in the Point Vamp Series

Josh is a vampire he just doesn't quite know it yet.

He is confused and his voluptuous sire, Cara is far too busy being mysterious to really help him unlock the secrets of his Afterlife. However, he pieces it together by himself and decides to turn his best mates into Vampires too. This doesn't quite go to plan but he does discover The Point and its unique, ten-second rule.

Cara does not approve of Josh visiting The Point but that night she turns up at his door bloodied and much more dead than usual, and accepts Josh's help to escape from her much older and much crazier Sire Leopold. How is Josh going to defeat an older, wiser and more powerful vampire? He hasn't a clue but for Cara he is willing to find out.

Stopping Point Excerpt:

“No, really, Larry, if you’re caught they’ll sack you. You know there’s a smoking corner
over the other side.”
“I know. Can’t be arsed.” He shrugged again and Josh walked up closer. Larry smelt
like a buffet of good meats.
“Whatever, mate, fuck off.” Josh stood directly in front of the short driver and looked
down at him.
Larry flicked the ash from his cigarette and stood stock still.
“I mean it, Larry, I’m in a fucking weird mood today and if you don’t move soon…”
Larry didn’t move and Josh couldn’t take the gnawing any more. He pounced and bit
into Larry’s neck. Larry moaned and pressed his body into Josh’s. He had a hard-on.
“Whoa, tiger, I like it rough but you know, take it slow.”
But Josh couldn’t take it slow. As much as the feel of Larry’s hardness on his thigh made him sick, he kept on sucking because the blood tasted like the best meal he’d ever had. He kept sucking and sucking and sucking until Larry slumped against him and the delicious taste stopped.
As soon as he stepped back, Josh was appalled at what he’d done. He’d killed a man.
He’d drunk his blood. He ran a hand over his face and sure enough, blood was smeared across his palm when he looked at it. He was a monster. He ran to the employee toilets and washed his face. When he looked in the mirror, he could see his teeth were bigger, whiter and fuck, fangs sat comfortably at the top of his mouth as if they’d always been there.
Josh began to put the pieces together and it all started to make some kind of weird sense. He was a vampire. The bitch last night had been one, too, and she’d not just sucked his blood, she’d obviously given him some of hers, as well. That’s how they made vampires,
Well, if anything he’d seen in horror movies was true, it was. So the steak smells, the cravings and the blood sucking of Larry the lorry driver were all connected. He was a fucking vampire. Shit.

http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=951


Links to Victoria's contest and some of her books:

First Time Fang Bang:
http://www.allromanceebooks.com/contest.html


To Comfort a Vampire link:
http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=850

The Point:
http://www.total-e-bound.com/product.asp?strParents=&CAT_ID=&P_ID=754

Monday, October 18, 2010

The Tao of Me

I received a note from one of my oldest friends a while back. We don’t get to see each other often these days since we live in different cities, but the friendship is still strong. She probably knows the heart and soul of me better than anyone, with my husband ranking a close second. The longer track record with her, gives her insight into the me before I evolved into who I am now and yes, it does seem like another lifetime ago.

Anyway, her note said she had just read Struck by Lightning and Isabella made her feel like I was in the room with her. This brought me up short. Interviewers sometimes ask if my characters are like me and my answer is “ I don’t think so,” and thought I was correct. Unable to let her comment go, I called my friend and asked for a better explanation.

“Yes,” she contends, Isabella is a lot of me. Smart mouthed and with an attitude. She was willing to concede I’m not like that all the time, but there are those moments. (Thinking she needs to look in the mirror here as she has her moments, too…LOL)

After hanging up, I spent some time mulling over what she said and the questions from past interviewers about my characters’ personalities in an attempt to tap into the Tao of me...my path, my way. As a writer, I probably bring more of me to the people I create than I originally thought. If not the me that I am now, then the me I have been and the one I want to become. With that in mind, I only hope I can become as strong as some of the characters I have planned for future books.

What about you? Do you consider yourself a strong woman or one in process?

Lizzie

Thursday, October 14, 2010

Featured Today --- Raine Delight!

I know Raine by other names, but whatever name she's goes by at any given moment, she's one terrific lady! Delightful, caring and strong, she is a great individual that I'm proud to call friend. Wearer of many hats, I only wish I had half her energy!!!!

And Raine is picking a winner from those who comment today to receive a PDF of Haunting Magic! You don't want to miss out on this!!!!!!


Raine Delight is a pseudonym of a self professed book lover and after one too many TSTL characters, decided to see if she could write something a little better. Well many drafts later, Devon Falls series came to together. It was originally was to be one book but somehow ended up to 4 with a 5th and 6th one being planned for sometime in 2010. I write a paranormal contemporary series for Aspen Mountain and I am also branching out to other genres as I continue to listen to the voices in my head. Check out my book pages to see what is going on with me. My muse is a male nut who likes to leave me to go sip mai tais on the beach and leave me foundering for words; though eventually he takes pity on me and gets my words flowing and characters start settling down.

Personal notes: I live with my own boytoy and two kids. I love Johnny Depp movies and enjoy hiking, reading and watching movies with my family.

My links:

Website: http://authorrainedelight.com/
Raine’s Book Nook Blog: http://rainedelightbooknook.blogspot.com/
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Raine_Delight

Author/Reader Loop: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/Author_Raine_Delight
Email me: rainedelight@yahoo.com



Where to buy my books:

Aspen Mountain Press: http://www.aspenmountainpress.com/
Fictionwise: http://www.fictionwise.com/
All Romance E-books (Are): http://www.allromanceebooks.com/
1Romance E-books: http://www.1romance.com/
Amazon Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/




Devon Falls 5: Haunting Magic
Buy at Aspen Mountain Press:
Check out the Trailer at http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djKViDA_AH8
A werewolf claims his mate in Devon Falls.

Rodrick Dracon is the twin heir to the Dragon Inn. When he finds himself longing for a mate after being footloose and fancy free, he finds himself drawn to the most obnoxious, brassy woman he has ever met: Jaxon Sinclair. She is the one woman who doesn't melt when he goes by or hangs on his every word. She is just aggravating and down right sexy as sin! Soon the sparks fly, passion goes into boiling and Halloween approaches. Can a wolf shifter get this woman to heel before the full moon? Or can Jax turn the tables on this ladies man and tame the wolf?

Adult Excerpt:

Jax’s fingers traced the outline of his hard cock as she tried to still her raged breath. She could still feel the way his lips captured hers and she wanted more. Her nipples ached and her pussy was dripping wet, going down her thighs. She didn’t know what to do or say but she knew she wanted more of him and she wanted Rod naked very soon if he kept this up.
“I…” Jax tried to talk but her throat was dry and her breath kept hitching every time he swirled that tongue of his on her ear lobe and then nipped it. Swallowing hard, she tried again to speak, though if he kept twirling his tongue along her ear lobe, she was going to do something drastic very soon. All this tension was making her stomach clench and her breasts felt achy from wanting to be touched.
His body felt like it was cast from granite, hard and unyielding though each time she traced her fingers along the hard ridge in his jeans, she heard him groan. Jax debated if she should let this go further when all thought of caution went flying out the window as he nibbled on that one particular spot between her shoulder and neck. It was like a time bomb exploded inside her. He made her feel like she was going to combust. She couldn’t stop the way her body melted into his or the moan that seemed to come from deep inside her. She wanted more and she was going to get it, regardless of the consequences.
Jax grabbed his t-shirt with both hands and yanked it over his head. The pale skin gleamed in the light and she drooled over the way his abs rippled. She slid her hands across his chest, marveling at the way his body looked to her eyes and how his nipples pointed out when she teased them with her fingernails. With just his jeans on and no shirt, he looked like a wild god, ready for his sacrifice, and Jax was more than willing to sacrifice herself. If he didn’t get naked soon, she was going to go up in flames, Jax thought as she nipped his lips with her teeth. Hearing his breath hitch each time she traced a path around his navel had her aching to explore even more. Flipping the top button of his jeans, she teased Rodrick as she looked at him with her eyes at half mast, passion glazing in them. She slid her fingernail across his nipple, causing him to tighten his grip on her waist. Slowly, she slid the zipper down and her breath hitched as she saw his cock straining to get free. He was utterly naked under the jeans and Jax was about to scream as her eyes took it in. Her panties were so drenched that her juices were sliding down her legs, coating the inside of her thighs.
Jax slid her fingers around the waist of his jeans and as her eyes drank in the way ardor had him in its hungry grip, she slid one finger over the ridge of him, teasing and tempting him with her light touch.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Brenda Williamson is our Featured Guest!

Today's featured guest is Brenda Williamson. Brenda is a very talented lady and in addition to being a fan, I've enjoyed getting to know her. Love her sense of humor and I only wish I had her work discipline. Talk about productive!!!!!

Also, anyone who comments to Brenda's post will be entered into the drawing for a copy of Naked Sin, the book she's sharing with us here today!



I'm Brenda Williamson and this is like...my life's resume! It ain't much but it's about all there is since I use 60-80 hours a week to write. I'm married and have one son. I was born October 31, a long time ago and I like Halloween is on my birthday. It's my favorite holiday.



I'm a full-time writer, when I'm not picking up dishes, dirty laundry, muddy shoes, cooking, washing windows, mowing weeds, & cleaning up everything my husband and son don't. Okay scratch that, I leave the chores for house fairies to do and they're not very good at their job.
When I'm not working on something writing related, I enjoy reading, swimming and watching programs like Survivor, Big Brother, CSI, All the Law & Order shows, Cold Case, Amazing Race, and Monk.



I have a hobby farm full of animals and a house full of cats. Luckily, since my husband and I are in the contracting business, I reaped the benefits of having a huge house to fit all my hobbies including taking in stray felines & collecting books.

I've written for more years than I should say, but lets just say it started in the 1970's and we'll not get into just how old I am. I started out a poet and have had hundreds of poems published in magazines. I dabbled with short stories and non-fiction, yet novels were a lingering attraction.

After the turn of the twenty-first century I aimed my attention at writing longer works. E-publishing gave me leeway in what I wanted to publish and erotic romance became a big word in my house as I reworked old stories to fit the genre.

I love writing stories and with a supportive family, I spend endless hours doing what I love. I believe I have the perfect life... if we don't count I want to be a billionaire.

Some of my publishers include, Samhain Publishing, Red Sage, Loose-id, Liquid Silver Books, Whiskey Creek Press Torrid, Aspen Mountain Publishing and Mojocastle.

I'm a Pan member of Romance Writers Association and their special interest chapters that include: P.A.S.I.C., Passion Ink, Beau Monde, K.O.D, Hearts Thru History, E.S.P.A.N., Celtic Hearts, RWA Online, F.F.&P., and From The Heart.

I'm also a member of The Authors Guild, Novels, Ink., Author's Den, The Romance Studio, and Historical Romance Club.



Naked Sin
by Brenda Williamson

ISBN: 9781603105194 1603105190

Available at Red Sage Publishing (http://www.eredsage.com/store/BRENDA_WILLIAMSON.html)

Blurb:
When Britt Colquinn’s husband is killed during an ordinary intergalactic cargo run while on the spacecraft, The Chelonian, she has more than one reason to take on the new job as a servitor on the vessel. Times what they are, money is lean, so besides a roof over her head, she needs to find out whether the ship’s commander is at fault for making her a widow. Only her first meeting with handsome, Ashton “Ly” Lygart raises a different set of questions—how skilful is he in bed, and are his lips as kissable as they look?

Ly hasn’t seen such beauty for a long time, and when he, along with his second in command, Major Crane embark on a torrid sexual threesome with Britt, it’s with the intent of pleasure. He never thought he’d experience jealousy, and finds himself at odds with his feelings over whether or not he can trust that Britt’s not working for his enemy against him. As a smuggler, he should practice caution. As a man, desire takes control.

Will Ly risk his ownership of The Chelonian for love, or will Britt destroy his life?

Excerpt:

Three docking bays down, a beautiful woman toted a small canvas bag, and walked along, apparently reading the name on the side of each transport.

“That can’t be her, do you think?” Ly mopped his brow with the back of his hand.

He had not seen perfection in the image of a woman for a long time.

“Well there aren’t too many women strolling about acting more a tourist than a crewman.”
Before Ly could say, “go get her”, Gavin took the initiative.

Ly watched the major take long, quick strides within the bounds of his peripheral vision. The real aim of his stare remained on the stunning creature maneuvering around steel containers of cargo. Short skirt, long legs, made her graceful glide appear as if she floated like an angel with wings.

His habit of inventorying assets had him start at her feet and work his way up. This wasn’t cargo, so he examined her positive features for how they’d benefit him.

Her slender legs were just right for wrapping his waist. The narrow curve of her hips would make for an easier grip when he held her up against a wall while thrusting into her feminine recesses. Then, as he followed the small midsection, flaring out along her ribcage, he caught just a glimpse of her ample chest before Gavin became an obstacle.

Ly rubbed his hand over his mouth, wiping away the wet feel of drool from the corners. Ella didn’t make him anticipate her presence. The new servitor stirred his desires the moment he had heard about her. Seeing her fueled those male instincts to pounce. If only Gavin wasn’t faster, he could have been the one to slide his arm around her back and make the smile she had appear.

The Major walked her towards him. Ly discarded his envy and took another long appreciative look at the lovely lady. From his perspective, he had the chance to study her feminine features. Her golden blonde hair and the soft lines to her face were that of a goddess. His brain already raced with plans to feel the shape of her mouth on his cock while her hair dusted his body as she sucked on him.
Resisting the urge to adjust his cock inside the snug bodysuit, he perched his hand on his hips and watched her graceful pace. The slow moves captivated him, reeling him into a deeper fantasy. He liked a long slow orgasm. This woman presented him with the notion she might fill his need to make love to her, even if it were just pretend.

Ly swallowed hard, trying to put on his best businesslike expression when he noticed she was staring at him.

“Commander, this is Britt Colquinn.” Gavin announced.
The Major’s eager tone swirled excitement around him.
“Miss Colquinn.” Ly clenched his jaw and nodded his greeting.

“It’s nice to meet you, Commander Lygart.” Britt’s voice floated over him, caressing his body without a single touch, reaching inside him with a gentle stroke.

He waved crewman Bannery over to them.

“I hope you find your position here a rewarding one.”

“Thank you.” Britt’s lashes fluttered with a coy innocence.

He took a deep breath. There seemed to be no end to his ragging libido’s power of speculation. What lay beneath Britt’s clothes? Was her skin silky? From the fit of the fabric concealing parts of her, he imaged she had a taut belly and firm breasts. She turned sideways and looked up at his ship. The curve of her bottom made his palm itchy. He wanted to grab her ass and pull her into his aching groin.

“It’s very big,” she commented, ending his distracted silence.

Her awestruck gaze at his spacecraft flooded another part of him with heat. His heart thumped harder within the cage of his ribs. Unable to take his eyes off Britt’s glowing face, Ly relived an enthralling pride he had for the vessel through her expression.

“Are there a lot of men onboard?” She turned her head and her gaze met his.

“More than enough, I’m sure,” he answered abruptly, not liking the reason behind the query.

Britt’s brow wrinkled for a moment, her forehead creased with tiny lines. Was there something else she wanted to ask? Did something puzzle her? What did she want him to do, give her an exact count of how many men would seek her service? Thinking about anyone other than himself fucking her young, hot body, gave him heartburn, or something akin to it.

“Bannery, take Miss Colquinn to the servitor quarters,” he ordered. “Have Ella explain everything about the position, and pass on the word, she’s not on duty until I say so.”

“Aye, Commander.” Bannery took the bag from Gavin and led Britt away.

Ly’s attention remained concentrated on her as she walked along, examining his ship. While passing under the body, she reached out so her fingers slid over the sleek metal hull, caressing the surface. She fondled bolts and swept circles in the oiled finish.

He imagined her taking the same care with touching him. A shudder coursed through him as he pictured her fingers raking his abdomen, and scratching into the hair at the base of his cock. How good did she give head? Her lips were ripe for plundering—the pink just right for kissing the sheath of his erection.

However, beyond his lustful cravings, he had visions of giving her an equal amount of pleasure. He’d take his time and explore every contour to her well-shaped body. Caressing and kneading her flesh, his greatest desires were to make her beg him for more.

When Britt began her ascent up the ramp, she paused and turned her head. His gaze locked to hers, and for several seconds she stared at him as if she’d miss him once she went aboard. At least that’s what he pretended he saw because it would mirror how he felt at that moment.
She gave him a slight smile and then disappeared into the ship. Shuddering, Ly pressed his hand against his aroused cock bulging against the fabric of his jumpsuit. The heat that had coursed from his hard as rock scrotum into his rigid shaft backed down.

“You’re not thinking of letting this crew have her, are you?” Gavin whispered over his shoulder.
“Major Crane, Miss Colquinn is a professional. I’m sure she can handle them.”

“Whatever you say, Commander.” He chuckled.

Ly dropped his hand away from his swollen cock. The tingling sensation in his sac continued to keep his balls draw up tight in frustration. Britt’s faint smile almost did him in and he had to turn away so she’d not see him lose control.

Gavin’s downward look helped chill his racing blood.

“See you onboard, Commander.” The Major slapped a hand on his shoulder and left him standing there, fighting a raging hard-on.

“Yeah, uh-huh. Be there in a minute,” he grumbled.

Ly turned from the ship. He stroked his jaw in thought, worried how Britt’s presence on the ship would distract him. The Major had been right. There was no way in hell any man was going to touch what he coveted.
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Monday, October 4, 2010

Guest Bloggers for October

Here is a list of our guests coming in October.

October 7th ....Brenda Williamson

October 14th ....Raine Delight

October 21st .... Victoria Blisse

October 28th...LB Gregg

Please stop by and say hello to all of these terrific authors!

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Friday, October 1, 2010

Mary Preston...contact me

Mary Preston is the winner of the September name draw!

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