Wednesday, April 23, 2014

Mid Week Tease - The Bone Flute - Hot Awakening


Welcome to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked for a new year of Mid Week Tease hosted by Sandra Bunino.

Authors: this is a great opportunity to spotlight a few lines or even a paragraph or two from a new release or backlisted title. Readers: you get to sample some delicious snippets! We’ll do our best to tease, titillate and tantalize you into the weekend.

I'm working on a new paranormal romantic suspense set in Las Vegas, entitled The Bone Flute. In this unedited snippet, Jozsef Kiraly is the ghost cursed into the bone flute, which used to be his left leg. Creepy, yes? Just check out what happens when a "magic user" examines the flute.

Jozsef awakened from wherever he went between these encounters to the erotic feeling of someone running their fingertips over his leg. Even before he’d fully materialized, he realized the hands belonged to someone feminine and old enough to know what she was doing.
Magical energy crackled and pulsed around him, seductively pulling him into the world. Pleasure built within him as the hands slid over his inner thigh then up to his hip, grazing the sides of his scrotum. Arousal shivered through him, hardening his cock into a pillar of stone between his legs.
Holy God, who is this woman?
He couldn’t even see her yet, but that was no fault of the magic. His eyes were closed as he savored every erotic touch and caress. He groaned and shifted, but the hands didn’t let go or stop.
Pleasure wrapped around him, building his arousal higher and higher until he couldn’t stop the orgasm cascading through him. Bright lights filled his vision behind his closed lids and overwhelming bliss consumed him, shooting him amongst the stars.
As he slowly spiraled down from the heavens, he reflected he’d never experienced a better orgasm, even at the hands of another magic practitioner, and he opened his eyes.
The sight that met his vision left a lot to be desired.
Everything was gray. Gray carpet, gray chair, gray desk, gray walls on three sides making some sort of kiosk. The only brightly colored object appeared to be a moving picture on the desk framed in black with a strange flat black board holding what appeared to be white letters on little scales set before it. A nondescript black lump with geometric groves in its top end sat beside the board on a square pad with the picture of the nighttime heavens on it.
Papers, some in stacks and some spread all over in an incomprehensible jumble, covered the surface of the desk. The box containing his femur flute sat on top of some handwritten notes, but the woman who’d been touching him had disappeared.
By all the saints, where am I now?

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Saturday, April 19, 2014

Snippet Sunday - Bronco's Rough Ride - In the Mind of the Beholder


Welcome to the Snippet Sunday on the Weird, the Wild, and the Wicked and Happy Easter for those who celebrate. Have you dyed your eggs? Thank you so much for visiting. If you choose to comment today, I really appreciate it. The snippets are from my upcoming release, Bronco's Rough Ride, a military romantic suspense set in Las Vegas. It's a prequel to The Navy's Ghost, set 10 years earlier. No paranormal critters in this one, though there's plenty of kick-ass adventure and hot sex. You can read last week's snippet HERE.

Bronco is bored and trying to find something that will occupy his mind while he sits doing nothing. He uses his very powerful imagination to envision Lindsey's presence in the cell with him.

In his head, he moaned as the soft wet sounds of her lips on his shaft reached his ears. The dark cell fell away and he imagined himself lying on a California beach with Lindsey’s sun-soaked hair over his lap. His cock flexed and his orgasm burned in his balls as the waves hissed on the shore and the sea birds cried overhead.
Lindsey’s silken fingers brushed the hairs at his groin and John raced for the pinnacle of his release, his heart thundering for the finish. Only the sound of the bolts turning in the door and the squeak of the hinges blew apart his fantasy and he jerked his eyes open. His cock flexed in protest and his breath sawed in his chest as the door swung inward. Fuck, talk about lousy timing.
To his surprise, the subject of his fantasy appeared and offered him a sweet smile, her gaze zeroing in on his stiff shaft. Lindsey licked her lips and some of John’s earlier arousal returned. If he could’ve wiggled like a happy puppy, his body would’ve shimmied in its restraints.

That's either the worst timing or the best. ;) There are several great authors on the Weekend Writing Warrior list and in the Snippet Sunday Facebook group. A few of my favorites are Anastasia Vitsky, SJ Maylee, Gem Sivad, Goran Zidar, Zee Monodee, Veronica Scott, and Karla Doyle.

If you're interested in more from Bronco's Rough Ride, here's the blurb:

What happens in Vegas, stays in the heart...

Chief Petty Officer John "Bronco" Andrews only meant to stay one night in Vegas for a little R&R before resuming his duties as a US Navy SEAL in Coronado. But someone slips him a mickey in the bar and he finds himself in Madame LeBeau's sex trade. As the product. Doped up on ketamine to keep him docile, Bronco has no choice but to let it ride.

Detective Lindsey Jarvis has been undercover in LeBeau's sex slave racket for two years and she almost has enough evidence to take it down. Between abduction, prostitution, and murder, she has LeBeau by the short hairs. All she needs is a "product". John is the perfect witness if she can get him out before the drugs shut down his heart. Then she'll be free to start a normal life.

Lindsey doesn't count on her overwhelming attraction for Bronco or her need to see him through detox. But she's a cop in Vegas and he's a Navy SEAL, two lifestyles with too much unpredictability to maintain a relationship. Neither have time for more than one wild rough ride, and what happens in Vegas, stays. Forever.

It's now available at Smashwords, Amazon, B&N, and All Romance eBooks. Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading. :)

Friday, April 18, 2014

#ThursThreads - Week 116 - Winners


Week 116 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Cassandre Dayne for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
  • Jessica West | @West1Jess
  • Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
  • Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • David A Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Sandy Lane | @sandyquill
  • Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
  • Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
  • Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
Cassandre says: Poignant piece - a true reflection of life as we all feel, but are often times not willing to face.

Silver James | @SilverJames_
Cassandre says: The piece is beautiful in a sensory vision of words, one that guides us into another time, another place.

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Cassandre says: I immediately felt a passionate connection, a grasp of the incredible show. This one I want more of.

Week 116 Winner

Cassandre says: I felt the fear, the quiet apprehension. I could almost hear the rattled breathing. The phrase was used in such a way that left me chills.

The vein in her neck pulsed as she glanced around the darkened corners of the room. Alone, the feeling of being watched persisted.

A spider-web of sensation tingled against the back of her neck, and Kayla screamed, swiping at her bare skin. Nothing.

Marcus promised he’d meet her here at the abandoned house, but he promised a lot of things. Rarely, did they come true. After dating for two years, she should know better. Her heart ached, already knowing the decision needed to be made.

A creek of footsteps echoed outside in the hallway. The sound grew louder as the unseen individual got closer. Half an hour late; it was about time he arrived. She held still, waiting for him to enter with his excuses.

The doorknob rattled, and stilled. A huge thud pounded against the closed door, and another.

“Is that you, Marcus?” she asked, barely above a whisper.

Somehow, she knew it wasn’t. Whatever waited on the other side wanted her, and if she opened the door, it would have her.

In her back pocket, her phone buzzed with a text message.

“Just parked. Be right there.”

Her finger hovered over the keyboard, thinking of the last time he’d hit her, the blood filling her mouth, tart against her tongue. The threats to kill her if she ever left.

The old wood door creaked and strained against the frustrated onslaught.

She turned off her phone, and slid it back into her pocket.

“We’ll see about that.”

Congratulations Louisa, Olivia, Silver, and David! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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