31 FLAVORS Gets its Own Website!

Let me tell you why I must brag about the website my co-author, Cari Silverwood, and I created for our new BDSM romance, 31 Flavors.

My husband is a whiz at Photoshop. I'm very jealous and I can't stand having to rely on him to make graphics for me. For our covers (and those we've done for others), I'm usually the director - giving advice on colors, fonts, photos, etc. But has the knowledge to actually make the magic happen.

I have (or should say had) some basic photoshop skills going into designing the 31 Flavors header for the site. But not enough to do what I wanted and I was tired of bugging my husband to do it.

So...I got my ass online and decided to teach myself. Now, anyone who knows me knows I lack perseverance when it comes to frustrating, tedious tasks involving technology. But I was determined. So I went on YouTube and searched for tutorials on how to do the various effects I wanted to learn.

And that's where I met the little computer genius who taught me everything I now know. I don't know his name. But by his voice, I can tell you he's between the ages of six and ten. And he helped me create this...

So, check out my site. Let me know what you think. Write questions on the FAQ's page if you have them - though be careful cause there may be spoilers.

http://www.thirtyoneflavors.weebly.com

And thank you genius kid on YouTube. I owe you big time!

ARC WINNERS!

The two winners for the ARC of 31 FLAVORS are:


Harlie Reader and Sara_Carty


Congrats!!! I'll be in touch some time today

Steamy Excerpt and ARC Giveaway!!!!

Today I have this really sexy excerpt from my new BDSM romance, 31 Flavors (to be released Valentine's Day!). I'll choose one winner to receive an ARC. All you need to do is leave a comment with what author you would choose to write your life story. Then be sure you're following my blog. Contest ends Saturday.

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What the hell possessed me to agree to this?

We have a support post right smack in the middle of our living room. It’s always been a nuisance. I look up at my arms stretched above me. What an understatement now.

My wrists are cuffed together then secured to the post with a rope. I’m naked and Nick has just walked back in the room with a bowl from the kitchen and an evil look in his eye. He still has his clothes on, jeans and polo shirt, and the contrast is disturbing in some nerve wracking way. I yank, trying to free my arms. I’m good and stuck. If I want to hide my body from him, I can’t. My breasts are out there in plain view, exposed and vulnerable. A familiar tightness gnaws inside me, like a hundred little bugs scratching at me, begging to get loose. If things go wrong, I’ll panic again.

“Relax,” he tells me, but the mischievous sparkle doesn’t fade from his eyes. “I won’t touch them with my mouth until you ask me to.”

Yeah right. “If I don’t?”

He lowers himself onto his knees and gives me a steady look. “Then I won’t.” With a smirk, he lifts an ice cube from the bowl. “But you will.”

My eyes must be wide as saucers as I watch him approach my nipples with the cube. Futilely, I lean to the side, trying to get away. The dull pain from the handcuffs reminds me that I asked for this. I take a deep breath and remain still.

The ice cube hits my nipple and I gasp and flinch back. God damn that’s cold.

“Look at it, Sid. Look at how hard they are.”

I look down and see my rosy pink nipples, firm and pointy like little targets for a curious mouth. I pull against the cuffs again. Oh please let him fulfill his promise not to touch them. He circles one nipple with the ice and the water drips down my belly, leaving tingles in its wake. Then he moves to the other nipple. I’m surprised to feel a slight stirring between my legs. My mouth opens. Mesmerized, I watch his fingers only an inch away from me, my skin, my areola. The ice doesn’t hurt. And it definitely doesn’t tickle. Goose bumps dot along my breasts. A drop of water hangs from one nipple. I imagine his soft tongue licking it off and I feel a rush of heat to my middle.

Nick looks me in the eye, excitement brimming in the depths. “I can warm them up for you. All you have to 

do is ask.”

His warm mouth on my nipples. I shudder. The stirring between my legs becomes a little hotter, melting like the ice. If he put his fingers on my lower lips, would they come away wet?

I never have thoughts like this.

“Okay,” I rasp. “You can lick them.”

The way he studies my breasts as if wondering where to start, creeps me out a bit. Knotted with anxiety, with my very skin constricting, I stop breathing and clench my fingers. The handcuffs clink. But he doesn’t touch me. He exhales a warm breath and heat swirls around my nipples, shooting through my body like hot little sparks.

I moan and strain toward his mouth. “More.”

He looks up at me. “Who’s in charge here?”

I bite down on my lip to keep back a smart-ass remark. But he obliges me and blows hot air on the nipple. Then his tongue inches out, softly flicking the tip. First one then the other. I can’t stop staring at him teasing me.

It’s so novel for this to be pleasurable, so wonderful, and every little tingle is mimicked below. My need rises to a fever pitch. He swirls his tongue around each nipple, warming me to my core. I squeeze my thighs together and, for once, the idea of him taking me inside his mouth and sucking is exactly what I want.

After one last lick, he sits back and looks me over. His gaze heats me up as much as his tongue did. My breasts seem heavier, fuller.

A sly smirk touches his face then he rises. “I’ll be right back,” he says and disappears upstairs.

Apprehension fills me. What is he doing now? My arms are starting to ache. My knees are getting sore. I wriggle to get more comfortable but it’s useless. I’m stuck until Nick finds it in his heart to release me. This thrills me at the same time as frightening me. I can always say “red”, I remind myself. It’s like a mantra now.

Nick returns. He's undressed and has the pink penis-shaped vibrator I call the Throbbinator and a bottle of lube. His erection is far more impressive than the plastic device but my breath quickens as I watch him pour the lube on the vibrator.

The awful memories of my past overwhelm me. Penis or vibrator – both equal pain and discomfort.

“You’re not putting that in me, are you?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m doing.” Before I can protest again he rubs it against my clit and my muscles relax into the sensation. The rhythmic pulse is exquisite.

With one warm hand clasping my waist, he steadies me. The romance novels speak of the smell of arousal. I understand now, and lodge it in my memory. Even without sight I’d know Nick was here, beside me, wanting me.

My clit swells and I press my groin forward. Need rises. Delicious heat fills me.

“Yes. That’s good.” I close my eyes as he slides it back and forth, coaxing my clit to engorge. So tight and slowly getting tighter, harder.

Mmm...

As the vibrator tip ventures an inch along my slit. I jump in surprise then wiggle to dislodge it. “No,” I demand nervously. “Not in my lady parts.”

The easy way it glides between my labia lets me know how wet I am. I’ve never, ever been like this. So…what’s the word they use in historical novels? Wanton. Yes, that. I suck in a breath.

With a twist of the tip and a big push, it’s inside me. Gah! I didn’t expect it and immediately tense up. This is so foreign and strange and I want it out. “Stop! Take it out!”

Nick strokes a hand down my neck and soothes me. “Shh.”

He adjusts the vibrator, moving it forward a bit until the bulbous base throbs on my clit as well as within. The way it buzzes on me, the tiny jiggling of my clit – I zero in on that intense feeling. It’s just right. My muscles clamp onto the hard plastic. My hips tilt in a primitive response. My neck tenses and I quiver, caught and waiting, waiting…

Pleasure hits. I buck against the vibrator, pulling on my restraints. A strangled moan escapes my parted lips as a soft wave of heat ripples through my body.

My panting subsides. Oh. My. God. I’ve orgasmed here – tied to a pole. Incredible.

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P.S. Battle of the Davids was a tie. Both men were just too tempting and I felt ill-prepared to make a final decision. Therefore, both Davids make it to the Column of Manliness (yes, I know that's a really lame name, but it is what it is).

Manly Monday - Battle of the Davids

Got two recommends for Manly Monday - which I haven't done in a while. Sorry. But it's one of those days I need to stare at pretty people. And no that does not mean I need you to email me pics of yourself. Unless you look like the men below. If so, my email address is on my site. Also leave your phone number ;)

So I have two contrasting contenders today.

Athletic, sexy David Beckham

And the suave, sexy David Gandy

Oh, he's beckoning me. Coming right over, sir. Excuse me if I happen to fall on your lap and slip out of my clothes accidentally.

So what's your vote? David B or David G?

Saturday Snippet - Shibari!

Another sample from 31 Flavors (BDSM romance releasing Valentine's Day!). The snippet should speak for itself. This is one of many screw-ups our couple makes in figuring out how to incorporate a little flavor in their sex life. But as you'll see, even though they may not get it right every time, it's what's in the heart that matters.

When he returns, he’s carrying the coiled rope, the Throbbinator, and padded handcuffs.

“Remember you said something about shibari?”

“Uh-huh,” I answer warily. I don’t want to discourage him, but maybe I know more about it than he does? “Have you looked it up on the net?”

Nick tosses the handcuffs up the other end of the couch. “I can do knots. You know that. Just stand there. I have an idea.”

Hm. This should be interesting. As the first loop goes around behind my waist, he kisses my shoulder, pulls me close using the rope and works his way up to my lips for a proper, thorough kiss – tongue shoved between my lips, my head pressed slowly backward by the force. Mmm, nice.

But, as soon as he breaks the kiss, my inquisitive, doubting nature makes me blurt, “You have to make sure the rope doesn’t get too tight.”

“Sid. Shh! Or do I need more cheesecake to stuff in your mouth? Let me work.” He looks me over. “Maybe I should blindfold you.”

“No! No blindfold. That’ll make me all…” – I shudder – “squirrelly.”

“Then shush.”

When his attention goes back to his work, I stick out my tongue.

But then I remain quiet. I’m over the moon that he’s trying. And he actually said he’d keep doing this – this BDSM stuff that he doesn’t need. He’s going to do it for me. I grin as he winds more rope around me. I watch him work. The top of his head is below me as he ties yet another knot then does a loop that goes beneath my breasts. I shut my eyes to appreciate the rough scrape on my skin.

A few minutes go past. I’ve sneaked a few peeks but managed to not interrupt, despite my curiosity.

“Hmm.” The doubt in his tone makes me snap open my eyes.

“What?” There’s a strange mess of rope around my middle that resembles a macramé session done by a shortsighted grandma who’s lost her glasses. Then the rope wraps around each thigh and back around to my waist – almost like a harness. Are we going rappelling? “Nick!” I giggle. “What did you do?”

“Oh relax. I can get it off.”

“I thought you looked up how to do this.”

Still staring at the rope, he answers, “I looked at a few pictures.”

“A few pictures?” I’m struggling now to get free. “You expect to be able to do a thousand year old Japanese technique after glancing at a few pictures?”

“I admit it didn’t come out exactly like I planned.” I laugh and he arches a brow. “Ideas, Miss Smarty Pants?”

“Anything’s better than this mess.” I think while Nick undoes everything far faster than he did them up. “Something simple. How about...” Having to imagine this then say it out loud is surprisingly arousing.

“How about you start with the halfway spot on the rope at the back of my neck, take it down between my breasts...then between my legs.”

His brows shoot up. “Okay.”

As I speak, he puts into practice what I suggest. Heat swirls and comes to life in my groin when the rope taps on my clit. I can’t believe we’re really doing this. Not fantasy, not just in my mind. My voice is whispery. “Then bring it up my back and tie my hands together there.”

Odd, but as I watch the slide of his hands down my body as he guides the rope, and the way my words come true before my eyes, somehow weaves all this into something…almost magical. Topping from the bottom? Who cares! I know each movement, each twist of the rope under his fingers, is done because he loves me. This is Nick’s way. His type of poetry. Not words, not studying the art of BDSM until he knows it back-to-front...just making love to me in the way that excites me the very most.

Remember to order your copy of 31 Flavors on Valentine's Day!!!

Blurb and cover in post below

Saturday Snippet - 31 Flavors

This is one of my favorite parts of my new BDSM contemporary romance, 31 Flavors. Nick (our average-Joe turned Dom) enjoys making Sidney (anxiety-ridden and a bit naive heroine) squirm, as any Dom would. But especially around the use of dirty words. Here's an exchange in the middle of a sex scene where he really pushes poor Sid.

His body is heavy on mine, pushing me into the floor. The carpet is soft against my cheek.

There’s laughter in his voice when he says, “Did you say ‘lady parts’?”

“What?”

“A few minutes ago, did you refer to your pussy as lady parts?”

He’s bringing this up now? “Yeah, I guess.” He shoves his hand under my body and finds my clit. His finger lightly strokes it. “Ahh!” I dissolve into the floor.

“You can do better than lady parts. We’re getting down and dirty now. Say a dirty word for it.”

Mmm. Is he talking? Why is he talking?

Abruptly, he stops moving and holds his finger on the tip of my clit. “Say it.”

Sweat beads on my brow. “Say, what? The p-word?”

“Yes.”

“No.”

He removes his hand. “Then I’ll stop right now.”

I snort. “You can’t. I know you.”

“Do you really want to test me?”

Do I? One thing about Nick – he means what he says. And he doesn’t threaten idly. My lower body wants more. I ache and try to wriggle my crotch into the carpet though his weight means I can’t do much. My heart beats a smidgeon faster when I feel his erection pressing along the divide of my backside. I sigh. “No.”

“Then say it.” His hand strokes down my side and across my ass. My eyes drift shut as my muscles relax under his warm hand. “The dreaded p-word. What do you think will happen? God will smote you?”

“Haven’t you heard, every time you say the p-word, a fairy dies?”

“Say it,” he growls. He lowers his mouth to my ear and bites it.

The jolt of pain makes me blurt, “Pussy.” Then the word and the bite somehow intertwine and run a streak of warmth straight down to my…yes, my pussy.

“Good.” He shoves my thighs open and finds my slick center with his hand, cruises along, his finger just a tiny thrust away from entering. “And what do you want me to do to it?”

His fingers circle my clit, slipping in my moisture and spreading it...around and around. This is so not fair. The answer slips through my lips, “Fuck it.”

He gasps in mock horror. “Dirty girl!”

31 Flavors releases Valentine's Day 2012. The blurb and cover are below.

There are some things in life you have to try before you know how they will affect you.
After 5 years of awful sex, I was ready. Bondage and spanking had always featured in my fantasies, and one day, I convinced my husband to try them. This was a turning point.

Ice cream comes in many flavors and that’s us too -- not vanilla, maybe not Rocky Road either. We can be a combination or make up our own and no one has the right to judge us.

But there will always be one question that tears at my soul: Will my husband, Nick, ever be happy with what I crave?

Strip-tease Excerpt!

From 31 Flavors: Sidney asks her husband, Nick, what his sexual fantasies are. That's where this goofy but sweet exchange begins.

Nick grins at me from the bed. “Well, maybe you could seduce me?”

I blink. “Me?”

“Yeah, like a little lap dance or a strip tease.”

Fucking A. Of course the pain in the ass would pick something completely out of my comfort zone. A strip tease and a lap dance? I’ve never had a single dance lesson. I’m awkward and clumsy and not the least bit sexy.

Don’t be a taker, I scold myself. He tied me up. He spanked me. He stepped out of his comfort zone, I can too.

Steeling myself for humiliation, I rise from the bed. As seductively as I can manage, I raise the hem of my blouse. “Like this?” I purr.

Nick puts his arms behind his head and his gaze rakes me over. A big grin stretches across his face. He likes it. Okay, I can do this. I pull my shirt up higher, exposing my bra.

“Yeah!” Nick praises from the bed.

I give him a flirty smile then start to pull the blouse over my head. It’s a little tight and I tug harder. Buttons. The damn shirt has buttons, dummy. I bring my arms down to undo the top button, but something yanks on my ear.

Ow! Ow, ow, ow. I freeze, my arms over head, my shirt covering my face. The top button is stuck on the stupid hoop earrings I insisted on wearing to work today. I was trying to look sexy. Not so sexy now, am I?

“Honey? Are you okay?”

He doesn’t need to see my face to know I’m blushing. I’m sure it covers my entire body. But I can recover. I can still pull this off. Somehow, I will make this sexy.

“Um.” My voice is muffled in my shirt. I go for a casual tone. “I’m fine. I’m just…going slow. So you can, you know, savor it.” I move my hips side to side in a seductive sway while simultaneously trying to untangle my earring.

The arm opposite the stuck earring is halfway in my shirt sleeve so I jerk my upper body to the side, trying to get it over to help. But it won’t quite reach where I need it. I’m panting with the exertion and getting a bit frantic that it won’t come loose. I wriggle my arms furiously trying to get them out of the sleeves. Every few seconds I stop and shake my hips toward Nick. Or somewhere. I’m not really sure which direction I’m facing anymore.

Oh God, how ridiculous do I look?

I hear a strangled snort from behind me. I spin around and freeze. Is he laughing at me? Except for the crinkling of the shirt over my ears, the room is silent.

My arms ache and my ear hurts. I blow out a breath of air.

Nick clears his throat. “Do you need help?” The end of the sentence is choked off with a covered chuckle.

“Yes,” I say, defeated.

I hear him rise from the bed. Then his fingers are on me, unbuttoning my blouse.

“Careful,” I tell him from inside the cave of my shirt. “My earring is stuck.”

“I got it.”

His fingers work deftly, freeing my face and arms, and just the blouse is dangling from my earring. He works on getting that loose too, leaning in close to see where the earring and blouse entangle. I look up at him. Maybe it’s the lack of oxygen from being stuck in my shirt, but he’s never looked so handsome.

“Hi,” I say sheepishly.

He smirks. “Hi.” His breath touches my lips and lingers.

Suddenly, I want to kiss him. Need to kiss him. I lean forward. “Ow!” Something tugs my earring.

“Stay still,” he orders softly. His arm wraps around my waist and pulls me against his body. Goose bumps rise along the skin on my belly and back. Am I getting turned on? I exhale a laugh.

Nick is rescuing me from an utterly unsexy and quite possibly life threatening strip tease. I probably looked like one those moles with the red tendril thingys on its head, clawing its way out of the ground. I should be digging a hole into the ground and hiding in humiliation.

Finally, the blouse falls to the floor and my ear is free. I pull both hoops out and place them on the dresser. 

Nick steps back and looks me over. His mouth is tight with a restrained grin.

I point a finger at him. “Don’t. Laugh.”

He covers his mouth with his hand and his shoulders shake. My eyes narrow and I launch myself at him, toppling him onto the bed. I straddle his hips as his hysterical laughter fills the room.

“Shut up.” I try to cover his mouth with my hand but he blocks me.

“That was cute, Sid,” he says between roars of laughter. “It was like a sea cucumber giving birth to an anemone.”

I gasp and try to smack him but he dodges my hand.

“A sexy sea cucumber,” he adds.

This time, I go for the jugular. He catches my wrists and holds them captive. “So violent. I may be new at this, but I’m pretty sure beating up your Dom is bad behavior. Should I punish you now?”

“No! I’m too mad.” I pout, pulling my wrists from his hands. “I won’t fulfill anymore of your fantasies if you make fun of me.”

He smiles. “Honey, you fulfill my fantasies every day just by being you.”

I chuckle nervously. “Sure.” But I’m touched, whether it’s true or not.

We stare at each other silently for a moment, giddy smiles plastered on our faces. In a bold move, I get my retribution by snaking my hand up his chest and pinching his nipple.

“Ow!” He grasps my hand to free his nipple. “You’re not a very good sub,” he teases.

“Maybe you’re not a good Dom,” I counter with a saucy grin.

 “Probably.” Evil glittering in his eyes, he folds his arms around me, then yanks me down for a kiss. Our lips meet and he holds the back of my head as the kiss deepens. Not that I’m planning on leaving. The play of lips on lips, softness and hard, tongue and teeth, is a dance Nick has always done well. I snuggle closer, catch my breath when I can. My eyelids drift lower as I give in to the sensations. I sneak my hand onto his chest, palm flattened, and play with the hair above his shirt neckline. When he stops kissing me, I’m breathing hard and very conscious of his body beneath mine.

His gaze locks with mine. “So let’s just be us.”

I smile. Us. Nick and Sidney. Not vanilla. Not Rocky Road. Any kind of thirty-one flavors we want to be. I bite my lip and nod.

With both hands, he grasps my ass and squeezes. “Now let me tie you up so we can fuck and feel better.”

I laugh and shake my head. From Romeo to Jersey Shore in the span of a few seconds. “Typical. I should go next door and get the suave version of a husband.”

The amused glint in his eye gives me a millisecond warning. With a growl he rises and topples me sideways. “Get undressed. I’ll be back. With ropes.”

Tell me if you like this excerpt by leaving a comment below. If you'd like to read a spicier one - add that too!

More about 31 Flavors (released around Valentine's Day) in the previous post!

New Book Revealed!!!

I am so excited to announce my next book release for Valentine's Day 2012! I've been writing my ass off for the last few weeks with Cari Silverwood (erotica author - and holy freakin' cow is she good!) to complete our story, 31 Flavors.

It's a very different genre for me - BDSM themed erotica (and no vampires!) - and probably just a one time deal. Don't worry Destiny fans - book 4 will still release on time this summer. And I'm not giving up on my series. This is just a little side project I couldn't resist.

The blurb and cover are below but the best part about this story is that it's based on real life. Who's real life, you ask. Well, the kinky person's involved would like to keep that secret so I can't answer. But it's truly a beautiful story about a loving couple's journey using BDSM to connect in ways they never thought possible. 

I promise if you like erotica, you don't want to miss this book. 

 

 

There are some things in life you have to try before you know how they will affect you.
After 5 years of awful sex, I was ready. Bondage and spanking had always featured in my fantasies, and one day, I convinced my husband to try them. This was a turning point.

Ice cream comes in many flavors and that’s us too -- not vanilla, maybe not Rocky Road either. We can be a combination or make up our own and no one has the right to judge us.

But there will always be one question that tears at my soul: Will my husband, Nick, ever be happy with what I crave?

Intrigued?

You should be!

Now for some acknowledgments. As usual, my husband and I designed the cover. Mostly hubby, so thank you dear. 

And I've had a lot of comments about the photo because it's not a stock photo. It's my childhood friend (and bodybuilder!) Leanna Velez. I'm giving her major props cause she deserves them with a body like that. And she was very cool for putting up with my craziness (allowing your friend to tie you up and photograph you in your underwear takes a special kind of person). So thank you Leanna! You da best!

Also, major props to Cari Silverwood. If you haven't read her books yet, check them out here. Seriously, you won't regret it. She writes very hot steampunk with sexy alpha men and courageous women. Her latest release is called Iron Dominance and will smoke up your e-reader!

So...in the coming weeks I'll be posting excerpts and teasers from 31 Flavors. If erotica's not your thing, don't stray far, the Paranormal G-spot will be back on track shortly.