I'm so excited to announce that Red Velvet is almost complete! I'm down to the final edits and working on the cover art. I can't wait to release this erotic adventure out into the world.
I've decided that this story will be released as an Amazon exclusive. After extensive research, it seems that 99% of my readers are kindle readers. By going exclusively with Amazon, I will be able to offer better opportunities to the majority of my readers.
I'm so excited about this next chapter in my career and to my so-called friends that were upset with the attention my other two releases brought.....Well, hold onto your hats!
I'm super excited about my new WIP. I took some months off to get the outline just right and now I thought I'd give you a little sneak peek.
“What’s the thing with this?” I asked him as I watched the trio undress and move to the floor. One of the men moved behind the woman and the other was on his knees before her.
“What do you mean?” Eric asked as his fingers stroked my hot, swollen sex.
The men were easing the woman down onto the floor. I shifted in embarrassment and the movement pushed his fingers harder against my slit. I could feel myself get wetter.
“I mean, are they just going to fuck her right there in front of all these people?” I asked, forcing myself not to look at him and to keep watching the trio.
His breath was hot and steamy in my ear, “I doubt anyone is paying attention.”
I let my eyes drift from the three bodies on the floor to the other guests, careful not to look directly at Eric. Throughout the room people were in various states of undress, all of them panting and pawing at each other.
What had I gotten myself into?
Eric nuzzled my dark hair away from my ear, “Look at them Evie.”
I did as he requested, watching as one of the men made the woman kneel on all fours. He moved behind her, stroking his own massive cock.
I could feel Eric’s fingers at my opening, smearing my wetness across my lips and clit.
“Look at her Evie,” he commanded again. “Look at how beautiful she is.”
His fingers slid inside of me, moving in and out slowly. I spread my legs slightly, giving him easier access.
The woman on the floor moaned as the man behind her dipped his fingers into her opening. He moved his hand in a swirling motion, drawing the wetness out of her and smearing it across the head of his penis.
“Look at how wet she is,” Eric said as he bit at my ear and thrust his fingers deeper. “She is nothing compared to you.”
The red haired woman arched her back, giving the man behind her an unobstructed view of her luscious opening. The man moved closer, sliding into her slowly. He rocked his hips only slightly, I could only imagine the way his balls must feel grazing against her clit.
Eric pushed his fingers deep inside of me and held them there, matching the encounter I was watching. When the man reached around and pinched the woman’s nipple, Eric reached around and did the same to me with his free hand.
I watched as the other man moved in front of the woman and held his dick to her mouth. The woman licked at it until he pressed it between her lips where she sucked at it with a loud slurping sound.
I glanced down at Eric’s leg and then up to his bulging crotch, licking my lips with anticipation.
He brushed the finger of his free hand over my mouth, “Not tonight little one, but soon.”
I would have asked him what he meant, but he twitched one of the fingers that he held inside of me and sent a delicious shiver over me.
I looked back over at the woman, a man pumping into her from each end. I saw the way her large breasts bounced and swayed, making my own ache to be touched.
The man at her mouth came, overfilling her throat with his seed. The man behind her began fucking her hard, slapping against her ass with a loud smack. He grunted like an animal as he shoved himself into her again and again. Eric matched the man’s tempo, moving in and out of me with his fingers.
The woman was getting close, I could tell by the flush of her face and the primal moans escaping from deep in her throat. I could feel myself starting to throb, the muscles tightening around his fingers.
Just a little more...Just a little more...
Without realizing it, I was pushing myself against him. I was gasping, clutching at the sofa and trembling. I needed my release. I needed it the way a starving man needed food.
Eric pinched my nipple again, “Do you want me to make you come, little one?”
“Then say it,” he teased. “Beg me to make you come. I want to hear you say it.”
“Please...Make me come...Please”
He moved his thumb over my pubis, sliding down onto my clit. With one little twitch, I was in the middle of the most intense orgasm of my life. I cried out, my legs shaking, as I came against his hand.
Okay, so I took some time off to reconsider some things in my life. In my last blog posts, I went into the discussions I'd recently had with some of my friends. It seemed that to them I was a smut writing whore. So, I stepped away and thought things through, you know, asking the really tough questions about what I wanted out of life and love.
Well, I've come to a conclusion. I like my life just as it is! I've spent almost two months brooding over what other people think about me and I hate myself for it. Why do we let people get to us?
I've had a finished outline for my next story for quite a while, but it's just been sitting there while I wasted time on friends that weren't so friendly. I could kick myself for that.
So, now I'm back. I plan on really putting in some writing hours to get this next book out. I may go out this weekend and look for Mr. Right Now. I may strip and walk down the middle of the street. My point is that I'm not changing for my so-called friends.
So it seems my friends are still not done with me. This past weekend, the subject of their criticism was the number of my sexual partners. Really? Shouldn't the two of you be at home not having sex with your husbands?
Anyway, it got me to thinking, why all the fuss? How many men is too many?
If you sleep with five different men over five years, is that better than five men one year? Is it the number of different men or the frequency of different men?
It also has me thinking that I really need so new friends.....
Okay, I need to vent. I usually don't use my blog for venting, but this time I have to ask you to just put up with it.
I went shopping with some friends earlier this week. We were having a fine time until the real purpose of the outing was revealed. It was an intervention of sorts for yours truly.
It seems my so called friends were upset over the attention my erotic novels were bringing to them and to make matters worse, there was the concern over my behavior with the opposite sex.
Yes, apparently my search for Mr. Right Now is offensive to the white-picket-fence crowd. Really?
You know, people in glass houses should not throw stones. I didn't hold some silly intervention when Friend #1 held us all hostage over lunches for a month because she was redecorating her kitchen and couldn't decide what faucet to pick. I mean seriously. It's a faucet and water comes out of it, is it really such a major life decision? I didn't call in the troops when Friend #2 debated for a year if she should leave her cheating husband or not.
Maybe before you sit in your four bedroom, three bath, illusion of wedded bliss, and judge me....Maybe you should take a good look at yourself! So I'm a whore? Well, maybe you're a frigid-substituting decorating for sex-bitch that needs to just keep her self righteous ideas to herself. Oh, so I might be too easy? Well, as a stick your head in the sand-the affair never happened-antidepressant taking asshole...You can just kiss mine!
See how labels can hurt and ruin friendships?
Again, sorry to vent.
This #WriterWednesday, I'm spotlighting the talented Lia Davis. Amazon Author Bio:
Lia Davis is a mother to two young adults and two very special kitties, a wife to her soul mate, a paranormal romance author, graphic designer, and co-owner to Fated Desires Publishing, LLC. She and her family live in Northeast Florida battling hurricanes and very humid summers. But it's her home and she loves it!
An accounting major, Lia has always been a dreamer with a very activity imagination. The wheels in her head never stop. She ventured into the world of writing and publishing in 2008 and loves it more than she imagined. Writing and designing are stress relievers that allow her to go off in her corner of the house and enter into another world that she created, leaving real life where it belongs.
Her favorite things are spending time with family, traveling, reading, writing, chocolate, coffee, nature and hanging out with her kitties.
Okay, I admit it. I have no intention of finding Mr. Right. Say that at a party and see the looks that you get!
I can't help it. I like my independence. I like being able to sleep late and have chocolate for dinner. It may sound immature, but I want no part of the "happily ever after" kool-aid that all of my friends are drinking.
Apparently, this makes me a bad person. At least on a good day it makes me a bad person, on a bad day it makes me the whore of Babylon.
Where is it written that I have to pick one guy and settle down to what others feel is normal? Can't I just have fun? Do I have to look for Mr. Right? Can't I just look for Mr. Right Now?
I've been a fan of Tina Folsom's work for some time, so it's no big surprise that she gets quite a few mentions in my #WriterWednesday posts.
Bio from Amazon Author Page
Tina Folsom was born in Germany and has been living in English speaking countries for over 20 years, the last 11 of them in San Francisco, where she's married to an American.
Tina has always been a bit of a globe trotter: after living in Lausanne, Switzerland, she briefly worked on a cruise ship in the Mediterranean, then lived a year in Munich, before moving to London. There, she became an accountant. But after 8 years she decided to move overseas.
In New York she studied drama at the American Academy of Dramatic Arts, then moved to Los Angeles a year later to pursue studies in screenwriting. This is also where she met her husband, who she followed to San Francisco three months after first meeting him.
In San Francisco, Tina worked as a tax accountant and even opened her own firm, then went into real estate, however, she missed writing. In 2008 she wrote her first romance and never looked back.
She's always loved vampires and decided that vampire and paranormal romance was her calling. She now has 15 novels in English and several in other languages (Spanish, German, and French) and continues to write, as well as have her existing novels translated.
Her favorite authors are: Lara Adrian, Kresley Cole, Larissa Ione, Alexandra Ivy, Kerrilyn Sparks, Sherrilyn Kenyon, and many other great romance writers.
You can reach her here:
My website: tinawritesromance.com
My blog: authortinafolsom.blogspot.com
My email: firstname.lastname@example.org
I think my favorite books of hers is the Scanguards Vampires series, what's your favorite?
I am always adding books to my TBR pile and my latest addition is Incubus Hunter. So, in the spirit of #WriterWednesday, I'm taking a moment to honor the author Kenya Wright.
Dark fantasy bestselling author Kenya Wright always knew she would be famous since the ripe old age of six when she sang the Michael Jackson thriller song in her bathroom mirror. She has tried her hand at many things from enlisting in the Navy for six years as a Persian-Farsi linguist to being a nude model at an art university.
However, writing has been the only constant love in her life.
Kenya Wright currently resides in Miami with her three amazing, overactive children, a supportive, gorgeous husband, and three cool black cats that refuse to stop sleeping on Kenya's head at night.
Whispers swirl throughout the underworld of Carmen, the fanged elf with the violet eyes. They say she hunts incubus demons, not for money, but to clear a debt with a powerful wizard.
But time is winding down. Carmen has five days to clear the balance or she loses her daughter. Desperation forces her to go after Blaze. He’s worth two million dollars dead or alive.
The hunt begins. She spots him and sets a seductive trap. It’s just business as usual—until she ends up capturing so much more.
This is a novella with adult content and sexual situations.
Wow! It's a new year already, it just doesn't seem possible. The good news is that I have lots planned for the upcoming year!
1. I plan on meeting lots of men that fall under the category of Mr. Right Now.
2. I plan on making more time to go out with the girls and do many things to apologize later for!
3. And lastly, I plan on getting to work on my next paranormal erotica story. I'm thinking a modern take on Beauty and the Beast with some nice BDSM thrown in!
So what's your plans for the new year?