Monday, 15 December 2014

Siren Holiday Hop!

Hello and welcome to our Holiday Hop featuring 32 Siren Authors and PRIZES!!!

There is a $100 Amazon giftcard for a US reader and one for an International reader, and a second place prize of a $50 Amazon giftcard to a US and International reader. Plus every author along the way has something to give away.

How to enter? You need to find the code word on each author's page (mine's OPEN) and enter it onto the entry form here:  ENTRY FORM

Here's the link to the main hop page where you'll find the links to all participating author blogs:

For my giveaway, I'm offering $10 to spend at Bookstrand, plus an ebook of Landing the Big Ones, my first Siren book! To enter, comment below and tell me what's your favourite thing to do on a cold winter day. Don't forget to leave me your email address so I can contact you if you win!

Welcome to Hedon Falls!
Hedon Falls is a mid-sized town in Southern Ontario whose residents are in some rather unconventional relationships!

When single mom Serena Keegan finally gives in to her son's pleas for a pet, they decide that fish are the perfect option for their apartment lifestyle. They quickly discover that they have a lot to learn about their aquatic friends. Thankfully, Dalton's Aquariums and More! is there to help. The owners, identical twins Lance and Liam Dalton, both find themselves attracted to her. They are eager to provide her with the assistance she needs, for the pets and for more…personal matters.
Serena’s past experience with men has been less than stellar, and she worries she and her son will end up hurt. Despite these fears, she finds herself falling for the sexy store owners, whose talents extend well beyond business. But Liam has a past he hasn't told her about, and when Serena finds out, it threatens their growing love.

Melanie Hynes owns the brand-new art gallery in Hedon Falls. When she decides to make erotic art the theme of her opening exhibition, she goes in search of artwork.
Justin Gauthier creates a unique blend of painting and photography. Melanie finds his youth and vigor intoxicating. David Hannah can sculpt provocative pieces from ordinary materials. And Melanie discovers that he is very good with his hands. Garrett Anderson’s paintings of BDSM are shocking and arousing. When Melanie asks about the lifestyle, he teaches her.
Three men, each with their own distinct talents, and she falls hard and fast for all of them.
When David finds out she is seeing other men, he is hurt and angry. Confused by her attraction to three men, she doesn’t know who to choose. Justin and Garrett show her the joys of sharing, and she thinks that may be the key to her dilemma. Can she convince David to consider a ménage?

Unemployed and running out of resources, Sophie LaPlante is desperate for a job when the perfect one appears before her. A wealthy couple from Hedon Falls requires a live-in housekeeper, and Sophie is just what they’re looking for.
Jack Sullivan, a powerful CEO and Dom, is married to actress Kendra Hughes. He immediately senses submissive tendencies in his new housekeeper. His wife can never be the sub he needs, so while Kendra is away on a film shoot, he begins to train Sophie. When Kendra returns, she joins the training to explore her own Dominant desires. While their sessions were not intended to involve sex, they find themselves fighting a losing battle against their mutual attraction.
The three of them are caught up in a web of lust, guilt, and infidelity, all complicated by an ex-boyfriend who can’t leave Sophie alone.

Stylist and salon owner Remy Alexander got a second chance at love when he found Seamus "Shay" O’Connell, but the more time he spends with his daughter’s dance teacher, Nicole, the more he wonders if there is room for another in his marriage.
As a result of a troubled past, Shay needs order and control in everything, from his work as a chef, to the bedroom he shares with his submissive husband. Remy’s idea to have a ménage relationship upsets the delicate balance Shay has created for himself, but he can’t deny his desire for the sexy dance instructor.
Nicole Collins is a good Catholic girl who pours all her energy into her work as a dance teacher. When she falls for Remy and Shay, they teach her about passion, submission, and love, but incur the wrath of her father. Can Nicole find a way to hang on to everyone she loves, or will one relationship cost her the other?

Monday, 14 July 2014

Evernight Publishing Teams Up With World Vision To Support the Education For Girls Fund

During the week of July 14 – 21, the full amount of every book purchased on the Evernight and Evernight Teen websites will be donated to World Vision’s Education for Girls Fund.

57 million primary-school-age children are not enrolled in school; 53 percent of these are girls. These children are at greater risk for exploitation, early marriage, and lower income-earning potential. World Vision addresses barriers to education and works with communities and local governments to improve the quality of education children receive.

Help support World Vision’s Education for Girls Fund by purchasing a book or two (or more!) from Evernight Publishing and Evernight Teen’s websites. The full price of each book purchased from July 14th to July 21st will be donated to this important cause.

Look for authors' blog posts about what education means to them during the special fundraising week. Don’t miss their inspiring stories.

Tuesday, 1 July 2014

Evernight's Executive Assistant Blog Tour

I have the great pleasure to be included in Evernight Publishing's latest anthology with my short story Room For Two

Stephanie has had a secret crush on Richard, the president of the company, for a while, but she's too smart to get involved with a womanizer like him...until circumstances throw them into a room together at a conference and passion explodes between them. Can she win his heart or is she destined to be another conquest?

Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these twelves stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Doris O’Connor, Leteisha Newton, S.J. Maylee
Michelle Graham, Allyson Young, Lila Shaw Elodie Parkes, Chacelyn Pierce, Jean Maxwell
Beth D. Carter, Jezebel Jorge Michelle Rhys

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Manlove Edition
Unleash your naughty side with Evernight’s Executive Assistant: Manlove Edition anthology…

These sizzling hot stories dare to explore the taboo world of office romance. From X-rated job interviews, controlling Doms, to the unprofessional use of office furniture—these seven stories have it all.

Our bestselling authors are determined to make you squirm. You may never see the office the same way again!

Cat Blaine, JC Holly, Xondra Day
Nicola Cameron, Noelle Keaton
Pelaam, Nikka Michaels

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Friday, 25 April 2014

Evernight's Book Boyfriend Blog Hop

The Book Boyfriend Blog Hop is back and better than ever!

The authors of Evernight have a brand new team of swoon-worthy book boyfriend candidates. A sexy assortment of cowboys, Doms, detectives, millionaires, royalty, vampires, soldiers, and shifters are just a click away.

Get ready to find your next book boyfriend...

For this hop, I'm featuring Hank Abramo, the hero in my latest book, Losing It All Over Again. Hank is a 33 years old lawyer, six feet tall, nice broad shoulders (I'm a sucker for shoulders), dark brown hair and eyes, as well as other impressive features. ;)  

Hank thought he was a bachelor for life, happy to live a carefree life of casual encounters. But one of those encounters resulted in a daughter and he has to take custody of her when her mother dies. 

He's a devoted dad, but he still has needs so he decides to go to Losing It to find a safe hook-up. Here's a little adult teaser excerpt for you. Enjoy! And don't forget to answer the question below for a chance to win! I'm giving away a copy of Losing It In Vegas, the first book in the Losing It series, plus $10 to spend at Evernight!

“We should turn out the lights,” Lauren said. She’d rarely made love to her husband with the lights on. He liked to point out the slight paunch of her tummy, the cellulite on her thighs, and any other imperfection he could find. She liked Hank, and didn’t want him to be turned off when he saw her naked.

Placing a finger under her chin, he tilted her head up until she met his gaze. “I like to see the woman I’m making love to.”


“No buts. You’re a beautiful woman.”

Still, Lauren hesitated. Hank kissed her again, and she forgot about any objections as he stroked her back, her arms, her hips. He slid the dress down until it fell to the floor in a heap. Then he took a step back and looked her up and down.

When his gaze lingered on her chest, Lauren fought the urge to cross her arms over her breasts. The corner of his mouth turned up a bit. As she watched, he pulled off his tie, and then his shirt, tossing both onto a chair. His pants joined a moment later and he stood before Lauren wearing only his boxers, which did nothing to hide his erection. His sizeable erection. She licked her lips, stomach quivering as he embraced her again.

“Lie down on the bed.”

Nodding, Lauren did as she was told. He climbed on, knelt over her, and began to plant soft kisses along her neck. Sliding off to lie beside her, he propped himself up on his elbow and looked down. Her breath hitched when he traced the edge of her bra with his fingers. He ran them along the bottom edge, up the straps, along the top of the cups. She longed for him to take her breasts in his hands, growing more frustrated every time he got close and then moved away. She wiggled a bit, hoping to force his hand, but he withdrew completely.

“Did you want something?” Lauren could only nod. “You have to tell me. I can’t read your mind.”
His sly smile suggested that he knew exactly what she wanted, but asking for it was a bit outside of her comfort zone.

“Touch me, please.”

“I was touching you.”

Lauren groaned. Hank wasn’t going to make this easy for her. “Touch my breasts.”

“Like this?” He stroked the skin exposed above the top of her bra.

“Squeeze them.” Lauren groaned with pleasure when he finally closed his hand around one of her tits, gently kneading the soft flesh. He switched to the other one and bent down to kiss her again.

His palm pressed against her hardened nipple, and she wanted to feel his skin against hers. “Take my bra off.”

With one hand, he deftly unhooked the front clasp, exposing her breasts to his view. He groaned and lowered his head to one of the rosy tips, capturing her nipple between his lips. Every nerve ending sang in pleasure as he sucked one breast, and used his hand on the other. Lauren wriggled under him, the satisfaction of having her tits stimulated giving rise to the need growing between her legs.

Whether it was the alcohol, or the intense desire, something made her bolder. “Hank, please touch my pussy.”

The vibration of his lips on her nipple as he chuckled did strange things to her. He moved his hand slowly across her stomach. As he got closer to her pussy, her breathing sped up, until finally he slipped his hand into her panties. Lauren whimpered as he rubbed her pussy lips, never quite coming into contact with her clit. Slipping one finger inside of her, he began a gentle thrusting.

“You’re pretty wet. That was one item on your wish list right?”

Lauren nodded.

“And I’m doing okay at listening to what you need?”

“Definitely,” she whispered.

“That just leaves one thing. You want someone else to make you come.” He stilled for a moment and then looked at her. “You’ve only ever had an orgasm when you’re masturbating?”

Heat rushed into Lauren’s face and she turned away from him.

“Look at me,” Hank said. When she did, he wore a frown and his mouth was drawn tight. “Your husband never got you off? Not even once?”

A tear slipped out of the corner of her eye and she swiped it away. “No.”

“What an idiot.” Hank grabbed the sides of her panties, yanked them off, and tossed them over his shoulder. He pushed her legs apart, and Lauren gasped. She’d never been so exposed. Hank crawled between her legs and lowered his face until it was just above her pussy.

 Lauren trembled beneath him, torn between wanting him to go down on her, and worrying about her smell. Looking down at him, she saw his nostrils flare and he inhaled through his nose. “Your pussy smells good enough to eat.”

What’s up for grabs?
              One lucky hopper will win a $100 Amazon Gift Certificate sponsored by Evernight Publishing.
              Plus, each author is giving away their own unique prize! So visit each blog hop stop for a host of fabulous prizes to win.

How to enter? Answer this question in the comments below…

In Losing It All Over Again, Lauren loves that Hank listens to what she wants and does his best to please her. What do you think is the sexiest quality in a lover - aside from physical attributes?

Be sure to leave the answer and your email address to be eligible to win a prize. Each comment gives you an entry for the grand prize (one per blog hop stop).

Keep hopping to the next author or blogger. After you’ve met each hero click here to vote for your favorite book boyfriend. You’ll earn an extra grand prize entry!

You’re one step closer to meeting your next Book Boyfriend...

Sunday, 23 March 2014

If I'd Known Then...

Way back in my youth, I was a bit of a wallflower. I was plenty interested in the opposite sex, but never really managed to connect with anyone until grade 10. I was a band geek who also enjoyed singing and acting (which is funny considering how much trouble I had interacting with people). I was lucky to land a good role in our school musical that year. And playing opposite me was a tall, good-looking guy who was three years older than me. As rehearsals progressed, we got to know each other, and my interest was captured. I never dreamed that he was interested, too, until about six months into the year when he asked me to a movie.

That night will always live in my memory. I don't even remember what movie we saw, but I remember holding his hand throughout. I remember the way my heart pounded every time he got close, but most of all I remember the kiss at the end of the night. Perfect. Taylor Swift's song Fifteen always makes me nostalgic, because I was fifteen.


We were pretty much inseparable for the next month or so, our make-out sessions getting heavier, until one night he slipped his hand under my shirt, and I let him. But for some reason, he felt things were moving too fast (that's right folks - the 18 year old boy put the brakes on when it started to get serious). He was a decent guy, but our relationship ended then, and we stayed friends.

Spin the bottle anyone?
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Though there were a few incidents of spin-the-bottle over the next couple years, I didn't have another boyfriend until just before my 18th birthday. By this point, many of my friends had started having sex, one had even had a baby, and I still had no clue. So on my 18th birthday, I decided that I was sick of being a virgin and told my boyfriend that we could go all the way. In a Chevette. Not the smartest decision ever. It hurt like hell, lasted all of thirty seconds, and is not one of my fondest memories.

Lucky for us, the next time was in a bed and worked much better. It was great for a while, but we broke up when I went away for college, though we maintained a friends with benefits arrangement for a long time, even while we were involved with other people. The emotional fall-out from that relationship was pretty devastating and I didn't really get over it until I met my husband.

And once I knew that hubby was "the one" I wished that I had saved myself for him. I was sure my first time would have been a lot more enjoyable.

This is what inspired my new series from Evernight called Losing It. What if there'd been a way to be with an experienced lover for my first time? One who knew better than to try having sex in a tiny car. One who understood something about foreplay. Would it have been different? I like to think so. The premise behind the series is an online hook-up site which matches experienced lovers with virgins, for a no-strings-attached, amazing first time. They're short, fun stories, and of course, they have a happily ever after.

So if you could go back and talk to your younger self, what advice would you have to give about losing your virginity?

Saturday, 1 March 2014

NEW RELEASE: Master Lucifer's Errant Sub by Claire de Lune

The lovely Claire de Lune (what an awesome pen name!) is visiting to tell us about her latest release, Lucifer’s Errant Sub. What an awesome title! After checking out the cover and blurb, I had a few questions which Claire was gracious enough to answer.

Michelle: What’s your favorite part about writing ManLove?
Claire: This is my first Manlove only. I have written MM in a ménage but never solely MM. I never intended to write Lucifer and Devil’s story. They were minor characters in Master Salvador’s Dilemma (Book 1 of the Blood Red Rose Club series). They had different ideas and one night I awoke with their story buzzing in my head so I had to write it down.

M:  I know exactly what you mean! It’s funny how our characters take over when we’re making other plans. What’s your biggest challenge in writing ManLove?
C: The biggest challenge is that I am a woman so I don’t know if I’m getting in the head of my male characters. I do hope so.

M:  I understand. That’s always a worry of mine, too. This book is set in a BDSM club. Why do you like to write BDSM?
C: I enjoy writing BDSM but not the deep dark sort. When I retired, I started to read erotic fiction and read a lot of BDSM. Then I researched it and became very interested so it seemed natural that my first book should be BDSM.

M: Last question: I love your main characters’ names! How did you come up with them?
C: Devil I chose because I had an Angel in my other series, all golden skin and blond hair. Devil is the opposite, dark, clouds of long black hair, deep bronze skin, so it seemed a good name for him. Master L appeared as his Dom in the first book so I needed a name beginning with L. Lucifer seemed a good one as he is Count Lucius Dragovic.

M: Awesome! Thanks for stopping by and giving us the delicious excerpt below!

Lucifer woke first. There was someone in bed with him. His arm was numb because of a head resting on his shoulder. Then it hit him.He’s here with me. He’s safe. A feeling of the most profound happiness came over him. He smiled as he looked at the sleeping man beside him. The beautiful hair flowed over the pillow. Lucius bent to smell it. The shampoo he’d used had left a faint smell of lemon combined with the unique smell of Devil’s body. Lucifer inhaled and sighed. He’d missed waking up in the same bed with his lover. He bent and kissed Devil’s brow. The amazing eyes opened.
“You’re real. It wasn’t a dream. I've dreamed of you so often, only to wake and find you weren’t there.” Devil said no more as Lucifer’s mouth stopped his.
Lucifer kissed him gently, then, as desire overcame him his tongue explored every well-known feature. I almost lost him. I have missed him so much. He completes my life I will never let him go. As these thoughts whirled in his brain, he clasped Devil in his arms and settled to kiss him witless. Devil gave as good as he got, and as Lucifer held him in his arms, his grip gradually tightening, Devil held onto him. Then he pulled him completely on top of him, opening his legs, trapping Lucifer by wrapping his legs around him. He lifted his hips and ground their cocks together.
“It seems my pet is impatient,” he said, and spoiled the effect of the stern tone in his voice by chuckling.
“I have missed you so, just fuck me,” Devil protested.
“You forget that you are my pet and I’m your Master,” Lucifer said. “You get fucked when I say so, and if you beg nicely.”
Devil held him at arm’s length and looked at him. “You were serious, then.”
“Never more so. It’s the way I live.”
Devil wriggled out from under Lucifer, whose heart hit his boots. He doesn’t want this, and I won’t force him. I love him too much, but it’s going to be hard to give up the lifestyle. To his surprise, Devil knelt by the side of the bed, his proud head bent.
“Please fuck me, Master,” he said. Lucifer was jubilant. He does understand, and he does want this. He got off the bed, raising his lover to his feet. He held his face between his hands and gazed into his eyes, searching for something. He needed to know if it was what Devil wanted and wasn’t agreeing just to please him.
“Do you really want this? You aren’t doing it just to please me?”
“All my life I have been told what to do someone has had the responsibility for me. I hated the Brothers, but they didn’t care for me at all. You care. I missed you and I didn’t do very well on my own. I know I need someone to look out for me. I enjoy our love-making when you take charge. I want to explore this lifestyle you speak of.”
“Very well, pet. Promise me you will tell me if you are unhappy about anything love,” Lucifer said, his voice raw with emotion. Devil nodded.
“I will, Master. Now please, please will you fuck me?”
“With pleasure,” Lucifer said. He pushed him onto the bed. “Stay there, and don’t move.”
He went over to his night table and took out a few items. He placed a soft blindfold over his sub’s eyes. “Remember this? It will heighten your other senses. Is that comfortable?”
“Yes, Master.” The low voice seemed calm.
Lucifer put soft leather cuffs on his wrists and clipped them to the bed head. "Keep your legs apart, pet." Then he opened a pot, dipped his fingers into the soft, sticky sauce, and smeared it over Devil's superb chest and firm belly. Then he bent and slowly he licked the chocolate off. He paid particular attention to Devil's nipples, smiling as his lover groaned and arched his back to get more. He licked and sucked his way over the taut belly. Taking his time, he chuckled as Devil became impatient and moaned.
"Patience, my pet.” He dipped his fingers into the pot and coated Devil’s swollen and throbbing cock, eliciting more moans. He left the chocolate sauce and picked up a soft ostrich feather, stroking it over Devil’s arms and torso until he got what he wanted.
“Please, please,” Devil begged.
Lucifer smiled, put down the feather, and bent to lick his lover’s cock. Dipping his tongue daintily into the slit, he licked and sucked the chocolate off the fat head. Then he took the head into his mouth and licked, laved, and suckled, driving Devil to the edge. When he judged him to be almost there, he stopped and coated his balls in the chocolate sauce. He sucked first one then the other into his mouth, cleaning off the chocolate, and in the process making his pet writhe and moan. When he’s better trained, it will be interesting to see if he can keep silent or not, and what I shall decide to do to punish a disobedient sub. How I'm looking forward to that.
When Devil’s balls were clean of chocolate, he licked and nibbled his way up the thick, ropey vein on the side. Then he took the dripping cock into his mouth and sucked until Devil came with a shout. Something else to explore. I will teach him to wait until he has permission to come. That control will so enhance his pleasure. Lucifer swallowed the hot, salty cum and cleaned Devil’s cock. Then he took off the blindfold and helped Devil to his feet.
“Come and shower, love.”

Friday, 28 February 2014

Feature: DOWNBEAT by Mary Hughes


Downbeat (Biting Love, Book 7)
Striking the right note could shatter more than their hearts.
After an attack that slaughtered his family, vampire Dragan Zajicek walled off his heart and went on a sixteen-hundred-year rampage with the bad boys of history. 
Now a rock star of the concert podium and master freelance spy, he’s taken the baton for a small orchestra near Chicago to investigate rumors of a monstrous, undefeatable vampire dubbed the Soul Stealer. 
But it’s the lovely, unassuming Raquel “Rocky” Hrbek who mesmerizes him from the first touch of her luscious lips on her flute.
Rocky, a shy shadow scarred by middle school cruelty, is mystified as to why core-meltingly gorgeous Dragan would notice a mouse like her. As his stolen kisses draw her dangerously close to the edge of her carefully constructed comfort zone, he exposes her secret—she’s investigating the monster herself.
As their quest draws them closer together, the monster zeroes in on the woman Dragan’s rebellious heart tells him is his mate. Now they must find a way to destroy the indestructible before Rocky is utterly consumed. And Chicago is bathed in the blood of innocents.
Warning: Contains a master of seduction and symphonies, an awkward and innocent flutist, small-town humor, heart-stopping action, and an exodus to Iowa. Oh, and the cheese balls are ba-a-ack—and deadlier than ever.

Enjoy the following excerpt for Downbeat:
“May I accompany you, Ms. Hrbek?”
I jumped and nearly tripped. Zajicek caught my wrist to steady me. His fingers were long and slender but amazingly strong—and fiercely warm. Like iron filings to a magnet, my skin aligned instantly to him. Hot sensation juddered through me, knocking me even more off balance. I scrambled to regain my equilibrium, only to have my feet scud into one of the semi-vertical sidewalk stones. My flute bag slipped off my shoulder and nosedived into the crook of my arm, yanking me sideways. I went down.
Powerful arms wrapped around me and saved me from severe pavement burn. The arms were gentle righting me, and I stood in their comforting embrace a moment to get my breath back. A strong heart beat under my cheek. My palms pressed against warm, crisp cotton. The body under the cotton was a solid, cloth-covered cliff, so unlike my own soft limbs. I shivered.
“Are you all right, Ms. Hrbek?” Zajicek’s deep honeyed tones, tinged with amusement, came from somewhere over my head.
“Huh?” Not the snappiest of rejoinders but I was cheek-to-massive-chest with Dragan Zajicek, the posterboy I’d had the hots for half my life.
He was definitely not pasteboard now. The longer I stood there the more I felt. Every ridge of his taut abdomen, the roped muscles of his long thighs, the poke of his belt buckle; they all became alarmingly three-dimensional. His warm breath stirred my hair. Something else stirred too, at hip level…and silent laughter rippled through him.
My brain churned. The intimate way he held me made no sense, but the laughter, well, my clumsiness had lightened the room on more than one occasion.
Then Zajicek’s long fingers slid under my chin, raising my face. His brilliant eyes were shuttered by slumberous lids. I stared in bemusement as his face expanded in my vision…
His lips found mine.
Warm. Smooth. Exciting. “Some Enchanted Evening” sang through my right brain.
My left brain locked up in utter confusion. A man was kissing me. Zajicek was kissing me. The sum of my kissing experience was a slobbery grandmother and a few rushed awkward sexual encounters. I never really saw what the fuss was about. Until Zajicek.
I always thought kisses were simply the press of lips. His mouth didn’t simply anything. It rubbed, it tasted, it gently teased. Warm, velvety soft, his tongue began to explore.
I stood there in stupefied awe.
Until he murmured against my lips, “How clumsy you are, Ms. Hrbek. How very fortunate I was here to catch you.”
He thought I’d done it on purpose.
I struggled out of his embrace. He was slow letting go, his fingers firm on my arms. 
With a little tilt of his head, he perused me. Whatever he saw on my face made him release me with an extravagant sigh. “I beg your pardon. Apparently I misread your…desires.”
I flushed, because he hadn’t misread my “desires” at all. Just my intentions. I jerked my flute bag onto my shoulder and started determinedly toward my car, fiercely watching my feet on the uneven sidewalk. “No biggie. What did you want, Maestro?”
Long legs kept graceful pace with me. “Call me Dragan, please. Maestro is so overused.”
His first name? It implied an intimacy I couldn’t afford. “You call me Ms. Hrbek.”
“Yes, but perhaps you would allow me the familiarity of your first name as well?” His tone was coaxing.
I skewed a look at him, immediately returning my attention to the stones, although I was beginning to think Zajicek was more treacherous than my footing. “If you want. After all, you’ll be seeing us weekly for a while.”
“Perhaps you and I will be seeing a great deal more of each other, hmm?”
Yikes. My stomach flipped, my attention disintegrated and the elevated corner of a concrete slab cold-cocked my foot. I tripped and would have fallen again if not for Zajicek’s lightning reflexes. He caught me in his arms, steadying me. Senses reeling, I let him, my forebrain scolding idiot but my lizard brain panting and presenting its tail. Before I could completely self-combust, he brushed a thumb over my cheek and released me.
“What do you mean by that?” I croaked. Catching my flute bag to my chest, I wheeled and trotted off, fast, too fast, almost running, nearly stumbling yet again. Making a conscious effort to slow down, I cleared my throat. “Why would you see more of me than any other orchestra member?”
“I am staying in Meiers Corners for the duration of Mr. Banger’s recovery. That is what I wished to discuss with you. I have only just arrived in the area. I’d like to follow you home this evening.”
Dragan Zajicek in all his powerful, elegant glory, driving behind me? My internal meter was pinging red alert, core meltdown imminent. “You don’t need to. I can tell you how to go. It’s not that far.”
“Perhaps. But it’s late and I would not wish to become lost.”
I opened my mouth to say no, heard my voice say, “Oka—” and snapped my jaw shut so fast teeth sparked. Problem was, I liked being with him—which, considering I was practically wearing my heart on my sleeve, was dangerous. What if he found out his kiss was the first real one of my life, and had utterly demolished me?
“Ms. Hrbek?”
He was politely waiting for an answer. Politely, as if the whole of my pitiful ego wasn’t in the balance.
I tried to see it from his point of view. The man wanted help getting around. A few directions, not my soul. Simple neighborliness would do. I breathed deep, and managed to rasp out, “Sure. No problem, Mr. Zajicek.”
He smiled and slipped his arm around mine. “Dragan, please.” His hip bumped against my side as we walked.
My respiration rate shot through the roof. I gritted my teeth. Simple neighborliness, yeah, right. Like your basic neighborhood raging inferno. “Okay. First names. I’m Rocky.”
“Rocky? That’s a boy’s name.”
“It’s a nickname,” I admitted.
“Ah. And your real name?”
Yes. My “real” name.
My friend, Nixie Emerson, once told me names have power. In her case, she went by her kicky middle name instead of “Dietlinde”, her dull-as-dust first. For her, that was appropriate. Nixie was short and punk and smart as a whip—and as smart-mouthed too, though she reined it in around her new baby.
In my case though, my “real” name was not appropriate. Anti-appropriate, in fact. My mom named me Raquel, after Raquel Welch, the sex-goddess of the sixties. So while Nixie’s name was right and good, mine was a joke. And considering my nega-love-life, a rather nasty one at that. “Rocky’s good enough, Mr. Zajicek.”
“Dragan,” he murmured, somehow pulling me closer. The heat of his body licked flame-like up my side. I hissed and shifted my flute bag between us, but as a defense it backfired. Zajicek simply plucked the bag from my hands. “Shall I carry that?”
“You don’t have to. No, wait—”
“Nonsense. It is quite light.” He shifted my bag onto his own shoulder, not the one between us. The strap wrapped itself over his muscles like a second skin, and I swear it moaned happily.
Then Zajicek curled one hand around my waist and pulled me so close I could barely breathe. I tried to, really I did. But every tentative inhale brought the scent of him, cotton and sandalwood and burning masculinity. Every movement of my ribcage scraped the side of my breast against his arm, until I was trembling with the need to rub blatantly against him. Every breath drew cool air over my tongue…yikes, I was lolling like a dog in heat.
My glasses fogged up, and I stumbled again.
Both Zajicek’s arms went around me. I felt incredibly clumsy and stupid, making him rescue me continually from my own feet. “I’m so sorry, Mr. Zajicek—”
“Dragan,” he murmured, cupping my chin and lifting my face for another soft kiss. His lips touched mine, his mouth moving in tiny circles as if to warm my skin. He didn’t need to. I was plenty warm already—and a little buzzy.
“You taste wonderful.” His mouth opened and his tongue teased the seam of my lips.
I jumped at the touch but Zajicek held me, so securely I relaxed into his arms. It seemed to be some sort of cue for him to lick me and slide his tongue between my lips, encouraging me to part them.
He asked so nicely, with tiny hot licks. So I did.
The instant my mouth opened he devoured me. His mouth slanted over mine and his jaw dropped. Heat rushed in. I gasped. Shocked and a little scared, I fell back, but he stepped with me, wrapped his arm around my back and trapped me good. He had to bend quite a ways to do it.
My back arched like a bow, my breasts crushed to his chest, my hips to his thighs. Something stirred against my belly, sending a jolt shearing through me. My mouth tingled and my breasts tingled and I was getting really tingly between my legs.
I slid my hands between us to try to wedge open some space. All I succeeded in doing was fitting my palms to the hardest pectorals in the world.
The tingling between my legs was starting to drive me insane.
Zajicek’s mouth left mine to trail licks and nibbles down my jaw to my throat. He nuzzled me there, an odd dark rumble coming from his chest, almost a lion’s purr. “You smell divine. Ah, to taste you fully.” His tongue rasped over my pulse.
Somewhere along the way his hand had found my breast and was kneading and cupping while he sucked gently on the tender skin of my neck until my head spun.
Then his fingers found my raised nipple and plucked.
A thousand Christmas lights went on in my head. I shrieked.

I've worked as everything from a cleaning temp to project manager for global clients. Currently I'm an author, musician, and computer consultant. I live in the United States Midwest with a basement full of spare computer parts and several musical instruments including my husband's romantic cello and my flute for playing bird parts in orchestra...ask me to tell you that story sometime :)


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Thursday, 27 February 2014

39 For The Very First Time

Laurie Roma posted this on my Facebook Wall yesterday. HA HA!

Yesterday was my birthday. Wahoo! I've reached the ripe old age of 39. And I'm not trying to be coy - I really am 39. Next year I might be 39 again, but I haven't decided yet.

My husband has an aunt who's been 29 since I met her eighteen years ago. At that point I think she'd already been 29 about fifteen times. Her daughter is now 7 years older than she is. I always thought she was a bit odd, even though I know she's not the only woman who does this. I don't know why we insist on lying about our age. I could understand it when we were 18 and hoping to buy beer or get into a club. My parents are in their early sixties and they'll say they're 65 so they can get the senior's discount. Those things I can understand. But if I were to go around proclaiming that I was 29, everyone would know I was full of shit. Either that or I wasn't aging well and looked much older than my years.

Shh! They'll never know I'm not 29!
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In June I was transferred to a new work location, and in chatting with my new colleagues, I mentioned that I have a twelve year old son. One of the other women looked at me and said, "Really? You don't look old enough. I thought you were about my age." She's 31. Talk about making my day! I like to think I look younger than I am (and I'm not posting a pic because that might give away my secret identity) but that was a significant difference. 31 is only barely out of your twenties! It helps that I've been lucky enough to avoid  a lot of grey hair. Some friends have been using Nice 'n Easy since their twenties.

Why is it so hard for women to admit their age? I'm sure it doesn't have anything to do with the constant bombardment of ads for anti-aging products (which I don't use). Women are just terrified of looking older. You know what scares me about aging? It's not the wrinkles, or the facial hair that seems to be occurring more frequently. It's the fact that I'm not as agile as I used to be. I have aches and pains that I didn't used to have. I worry about losing my mobility or about not being able to play with my grandkids. I worry about my heart, or cancer. Will lying about my age or buying whatever new cream is out there stop those things? Nope.

Hubby's aunt can barely walk. Her health hasn't been good, and saying she's 29 hasn't given her a more youthful mentality. In fact, she acts like she's in her eighties. I really don't understand what she hopes to accomplish. Granted, now that the big 4-0 is right around the corner for me, maybe my attitude will change. I guess we'll see. In the meantime, I'm going to embrace my 39ness, keep an eye on my health, have sex as often as possible, and try not to get stuck in a rut that might lead to a mid-life crisis.

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How about you? Do you lie about your age or are you happy with the number of candles on your cake? I'd love to hear what other people think!