Sexual Energy releases tomorrow!

Sexual Energy, my futuristic m/m/f menage releases tomorrow at Ellora's Cave!

I'm also having a chat tomorrow evening 11/20/09 7 - 9 pm EST on http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ellorascavechat/

Welcome to Planet Chromefield!
MALE energy is BLUE
FEMALE energy is PINK

There are only 2 ways to discharge it:
1) Exercise
2) Orgasm
Which would you rather do?

Blurb:
Planet Chromefield has always run on sexual energy, but due to a troubling affliction, all the men have lost their erections and all the women are insanely horny.

When virile astronaut Logan crash lands on the planet, he must agree to perform an impossible test to get home again—a test which puts him in the bed of sexy Alysa, who wants more independence and creative sex, despite the planet’s chauvinistic mores, and her fiancé Dean—whose secret desire could cost him everything.

Dazzled by his lust for them both, Logan only agrees to give them his body, but the resulting three-way bond surpasses each of their sexual fantasies and thaws his solitary heart, which just might contain the key to saving the planet…if only they can convince him to stay.

Adult Excerpt (contains m/m sex):

An Excerpt From: SEXUAL ENERGY

Copyright © AFTON LOCKE, 2009
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

“Well, I want you to do it now,” she said, tempting him by sliding her finger around her slick folds. “We need to recreate everything.”

Her pussy did resemble a delectable candy treat but he just couldn’t do it. He’d gone against Chromefield’s mores enough already by rubbing syrup on a man’s cock. If anyone every saw that, his career would be history. Thank goodness they always turned the surveillance cameras off before having sex.

“I’m sorry, I can’t,” he finally said. “What else did you two do?

“I sucked syrup off Logan’s cock,” she said.

Dean hated how disappointed she sounded from his refusal to lick her. It flattered him she’d wanted him to do it, even though Logan already had. Maybe the other man really couldn’t satisfy her completely. There was hope for their marriage yet.

“Now that I’d like to see,” Dean said. “Suck his cock, sweetheart.”

She bent over to reach it. As the head of Logan’s penis slid into her mouth, Dean felt it all the way down to his balls. He imagined each flick of her tongue on him instead.

“Back your ass over here,” Dean told her, “so I can rub your cunt while you do that.”

He worked his finger into her pussy from behind, watching her beautiful ass squirm in pleasure while Dean fucked her mouth. Logan’s cock made a loud, wet popping sound as she took it out of her mouth.

“I’m going to come soon,” she said, breathless.

“Me too,” Logan said, even more breathless. “Dean, I want you to finish it.”

“I’m not going to suck your cock either,” Dean said, even though he was dying to. Applying syrup with his hand was one thing. Oral sex was quite another.

“Use your hand then,” Logan suggested.
Dean used one hand to rub Alysa’s cunt and the other, with syrup, to stroke Logan’s shaft, which was harder and hotter than it had been before.

Both Alysa and Logan came at the same time. Dean almost felt as if he were coming himself as he watched Logan shoot cum on her beautiful face and open mouth while her pussy clamped around his hand. She extended her tongue, catching almost every drop.

“You look so beautiful that way,” Dean whispered, “with Logan’s semen all over you. Come here.”

Cum and syrup clung to her bottom lip, which was dark and slightly swollen from being pounded by Logan’s vigorous thrusting. He pulled her close for a kiss, tasting sweet syrup and salty ejaculate. Something powerful took over him then as he kissed her lips and her face—a wild, starving man, licking and sucking the enticing flavors. The more cum and syrup he swallowed, the more he wanted.

He surrendered. Yes, he wanted men. Particularly this man and woman. He wanted to be fucked by both of them, over and over again. He could no longer deny it. But wanting and being able to have were two different things. This couldn’t be.

Erotica and All it's Benefits

Being a writer has opened a whole new world for me. Six years ago if someone had said I'd be spending my days at the computer creating worlds and characters for others I would have completely poo-pooed the idea. But here I happily sit writing my days away.

After two years of rejections and studying the book market, I made the decision to open the bedroom door of my romantic suspense stories and my erotic writing career was born. I haven't looked back. I love it! Being a scientist at heart, my favorite part of writing is the chance to do research. I love pouring over websites to discover unusual facts for my stories. And this includes my research into all topics erotic.

I've talked to people about Brazillian waxes. I've researched tongue, nipple and labial piercings and how this affects/heightens sexual pleasure. I'm now spending a lot of time researching the BDSM lifestyle. It totally fascinates me. And now all this research has creeped into my bedroom. Boo Yah!

Mr. Nina and I have been together since we were kids. We've experimented and learned together. And now this erotic research is taking me new places which means we're discovering new tricks. I've added toys to our repetoire. Some for him. Some for me. Some for us. What's even more fun is I have girlfriends asking me about this new page in my life. Since I taught biology for years, talking about sex never embarrassed me, but now I've got new information to share with them. And I know their hubsters have been pretty happy about it. (Not that they'll ever admit it to me. *vbg*)

I think guys talk about sex, but not the way women do. I'm loving this new world that's been opened to me. I wonder if reading/writing erotica has taught you some new tricks that have made your bedroom a happier place?

A nibble of my new cherry, AT HER SERVICE, out Nov. 30

Have you had other bites of my new medieval, AT HER SERVICE, out from www.total-e-bound.com Nov. 30?
This tale of a young countess who must bear a child and heir or lose her life is a luscious bit of medieval suspense. Yes, someone is out to take Elise’s lands and do it by any means possible. Including murder.
Only one man can save her—the man she’s loved since they were children, the only man she has ever craved in her bed, Simon de la Poer.
Another taste of AT HER SERVICE!
Simon clamped her flush to his loins. His dark features went so hard, Elise almost wondered if a mason had chiselled them to stone. This close, she saw how the years had matured him from a tall, reedy lad with sculpted cheeks and brows to this brute who stood before her. Square faced, high cheeked, broad in the brow and wide of eye, now he was a black-haired warlord, a warlock, a satyr and legend from the deep end of hell. No longer was he a boy to laugh with and love with. Now he was a giant of unbearable male beauty. And her loins flooded with such wet desire for him that she braced herself with hands to his rock-hard chest.
He clamped her to him so tightly that his fiery body burned her flesh and enflamed her to ripe longing. “What would you have of me?”
Your manhood. All of you. Inside me. Groaning at her rebellious body’s desires, she pushed at him to no avail. “Only I give the orders here.”
Slowly, he nodded.
“But I will countermand you, lady mine,” came a rasping baritone from the bed.
She spun towards her husband.
“I am the master on this night,” declared her husband Alphonse. “For you both.”
(COPYRIGHT 2009, Cerise DeLand)
For another tidbit come to my blog and see my post from Nov. 13:
http://cerisedeland.blogsot.com

Ahhh...today we are to have snow...

Winter's first snow is delicious...

Unless you live somewhere that winter's first snow clogs traffic and freezes power lines and buries your Volvo under twenty inches that you have to dig out from under to warm the sub-zero engine up so you can freeze your ass off getting to work, which you won't because the snow plows haven't been around your neighborhood and the street is 12 inches deep.

I love Utah winters. We don't get the kind of freezing cold, sub-zero weather with wind-backed snowstorms that pack in and stop the world for long periods of time. Summers can get hot (up to 110), and winters do get cold (down to 10 below), but mostly the weather in winter is cold but manageable.

I love snow. I love white Christmases. I love the mountains all covered in white. I love the full change of colors for all the seasons. Pale pinks and greens and lavendars every spring...reds, purple, yellows, oranges, dark pinks and fuchsias in the summers...reds, browns, golds, oranges of fall...and the pristine, ethereal whites of winter.

I have thought of living in the warm zones...Arizona. California. Florida. Texas. Louisiana. New Mexico. Places where you don't freeze your butt off in winter. Places where you do sweat your butt off in summer. Places where the winds from the oceans or great plains can't cool you because you're at 99% humidity.

Aw, hell. Everyone loves where they live, or they would move, right? Or not...

Economic strictures...lack of a job to go to...there are many reasons why we stay when we might want desperately to move.

Do you love where you live? Or do you want to go somewhere else? Tell me about it. If I love your answer, I'll send you a special surprise! Have fun!

Fran Lee
http://www.franleeromance.com

Passion - A Very Important Ingredient

No, this is not that kind of post. LOL

Anyway, I saw a recruitment advertisement yesterday looking for a passionate senior financial analyst. The ad really struck me because, hey, how many of you have seen an adjective tacked to the position in a recruit ad? For me, that was a first.

And it reminded me that being passionate about your job is very important. Just think about it. Passion makes each thing you do very exciting. It makes you spring out of bed early in the morning, eager to go to work. It erases the boredom and makes the job interesting, and you face life with lively energy. Makes you feel alive.

Same with writing. Passionate writers churn out exciting books, and readers are attracted to this. And passionate readers give inspiration to writers. It's a cycle. Just like love. ;P

How to Save a Dead Story

If you’re a writer, you know that dead feeling you get when a story just isn’t working. You want to finish it since you started it, but each word is agony to write and feels wrong. Eventually, you know you have to pull the plug, but it’s a rough decision because our novels are our babies. We create them and send them out into the world.

Last month I faced such a dilemma, and the theme series I was writing for was due at the end of the month. At the RomantiCon convention, I asked other authors for advice and got a variety of answers.

“Work on something else.”
“Something’s wrong with it. Take a break and if you figure out what’s wrong, go back to it.”
“I just write what my fantasy is.”
And my favorite -- “If the muse says to hell with you then say to hell with her.”

I also noted which workshops got me really excited and which books I most wanted to read -- BDSM, ménage, paranormal, and m/m. I listened to a description of an author’s visit to a wild sex club with rapt fascination. I discovered that while I like traditional, vanilla m/f romance, when it comes to reading and writing erotic romance, uh, it just doesn’t get my motor running. I wouldn’t be excited to read it, so no wonder I wasn’t excited about writing it. I like complex, cutting edge, and extreme stories.

Plus my hero was too beta. Alpha males make me hot. Last but not least, I stopped trying to force analyzing the story and forgot about it to admire sexy male cover models. The best creativity comes from the right side of the brain. Lo and behold, Conall, a Scottish warrior, popped into my mind. I realized he was the missing piece, and as a ménage, the story finally all fell into place. I was able to reuse the initial concept and even some existing scenes. When I got home, I did some furious writing and even made the deadline.

IOU bad boy sex...and so much more!

My entire experience, from working with the six other authors included in Resplendence's Carnal Reunions anthology that releases today, to creating the video for my story IOU, has been a thrill ride and I'm inviting you to come along!

I've included a short blurb and a link to the excerpt. And if I've done this right the video is below. I hope you enjoy it!

Blurb:

What would you do if you woke up one morning with an IOU for one night of bad boy sex with Nick Santucci tucked into your panties and you didn't know why? If you're Bliss Harper, you run like hell because your ten-year success plan doesn't include another bad decision involving a handsome man.

Ten years later, her college reunion gives her the chance she didn't take. Bliss Harper isn't looking for happily ever after when she decides to collect on a ten year old IOU for one night of bad boy sex with former pizza delivery guy, Nick Santucci. The trouble is she can't remember anything about that night except her boyfriend dumping her and green jello.

But Nick is showing up to remind her and collect. He isn't delivering pizza anymore, he's delivering deals and this is one negotiation he wants to last!

Read the excerpt here:

Buy Link: http://www.resplendencepublishing.com/m8_view_item.html?m8:item=151-201-101-449-1