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Friday, June 25, 2010

Love Therapy by Fiona McGier

Title:  Love Therapy      
Author: Fiona McGier
Release Date: June 1, 2010
Publisher: Wings epress, Inc.

Miguel’s first love, his high school sweetheart, was the woman he wanted to marry…because they belonged together.  But she had a different kind of future in mind and left for college, leaving him and his broken heart behind.  20 years later he saw her at their high school reunion.  Will he walk away this time?  Or is it still meant to be? And what will his family think?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Fiona McGier. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Love Therapy.

What is Love Therapy all about?
Miguel Reyes thought he had found the woman he was meant to spend his life with when they became lovers their senior year of high school. That was how his own parents started over 40 years of togetherness. But Alicia Torres ran away from him twice, breaking his heart both times. He has spent 20 years trying to forget about her. But when she walks into their 20th high school reunion, he gets drunk so that he can be rude to her, then regrets it.  He wants to apologize…but is that all he wants?  And how much baggage has Alicia brought back with her?  And what will his family say?

That sounds (I’ll enter an adjective here). How did you come up with the idea?
While I was writing Analysis of Love, the 4th book in my Reyes Family Romances series, Miguel was the supportive brother, closest in age and best friends with Catalina, the heroine. Things he said to her in that book made me want to give him a happily-ever-after of his own. So I wrote this for him.

I know this is book number 5 in the series Reye Family Romances.  Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over?
I was originally only writing one book, and the hero was Hispanic. The second book was to give the original heroine’s best friend a happily-ever-after of her own. Then the kids of the brother to the original hero started to tell me their stories too…I didn’t start out writing about a Hispanic family, but that’s the way it turned out. And it dove-tailed nicely with a Conversational Spanish class that I was taking at the local junior college. My professor “vettes” my español for me, so I can be as correct in Spanish as I am in English.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
Write everyday, as often as you can.  When you can’t write, be thinking about your stories, night and day. Observe people around you: how they act/talk/behave, and realize you will use it all someday. Be a sponge and soak up enough life, so that when you start to create, it will flow easily. And don’t ever get discouraged. It’s not easy to find readers when you don’t have a publicity organization working for you. But I find the stories are so much fun to write, that I’ll keep them coming and hope that someone is enjoying reading them as much as I enjoy writing them.

Tell the readers about your backlist.
Never Too Old For the Game of Love: Tegan O’Neill, almost 40, divorced with 2 kids, thinks that she has no time for love. Alejandro Reyes, 42, divorced, has no interest in ever marrying again. When their worlds collide, both of them
have to change their minds.

Recipe For Love: Tegan is now pregnant and planning her wedding.  Best friend Patti will be the caterer, but at the same time she is opening a small café with money she has borrowed from Alejandro.  He convinces her she needs an assistant, and when a tall, bald, tattooed Roma biker applies for the job, Patti’s imagination thinks of many positions she’d like to see him in, and only some involve food! 

Love By Design: Rosa Reyes was 15 and the babysitter in the first book.  Now she is 30, a famous interior designer at the apex of her career.  When an exciting new opportunity is presented to her, she jumps at it, until she discovers that the house she wants to work on has been bought by a man she almost married 7 years ago.  He is as shocked as she is, that fate has brought them together again, and at how easily they both remember how it was for them when they were lovers.  Can they keep their relationship just business?  For how long?

Analysis of Love:  Catalina was the man-eating sister in the last book.  Now she is the star of her own romance.  She still thinks that all men are like potato chips: tasty, but no one can stop at just one!  When she meets a new man, a blind analyst, she starts to experience something she has never felt before, and she doesn’t know how to act anymore.  Is there hope for her?  For them?

What are you working on now?
I am done with another Reyes Romance, and am in the process of sending it out.  I have 2 other Reyes Romances begun.  I am also mostly done with another stand-alone romance, and have yet another one almost finished. 

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
Actually, I have 4 teen-aged/young adult kids, and a supportive husband. I also have complete care for my mom who has Alzheimers, so I go visit with her 3-4 times a week. I substitute-teach during the school year, and grade standardized tests at night as needed.  I am looking for something to work at during the summer, because we need to get all 4 kids through college! I write late at night, when everyone is in bed…around here, that means until about 3-4am! I also grab whatever time I can during the day and night. And when I’m not at my laptop, I’m thinking about scenes, and working through them in my head. In a way, I’m almost always writing.

What sparks your imagination and gets your juices flowing?
I love when I wake up with complete story arcs in my head! That has happened a few times and those stories write themselves. Other times, like with this series, a supporting character starts demanding my attention when I’m finishing a book, and I immediately start to write their story next.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My husband has read everything, and thinks the Reyes books would make a great telenovella. My kids are amused that their mom writes “smut”.  My friends buy all of my books…they are my loyal fans. 

It’s June and summer is upon us. Do you have any vacation plans?
We will go camping for a few weekends, close to home in Wisconsin, then up to the boundary waters of Minnesota for 2 weeks in late July, with whichever of the kids who want to come with us. We like the absolute stillness, the howling of wolves and the calls of the loons. They go fishing, I write.  Works for me! 

What is your favorite vacation memory?
BK, “before kids”, when I was in sales, I earned an all-expenses paid weeklong Caribbean cruise. We had only been married a year, and had gone camping on our honeymoon. So it was the only time we were completely pampered and spoiled, and we truly enjoyed it! 

Bikini, one-piece, tankini, or shorts and a t-shirt?
Tankini…though I must say I really like men in Speedos! My husband had one when I met him (rowf!)—but then, to be fair, I had a bikini back then also.

Lake, river or ocean?
We mostly swim in lakes, though I prefer colder water, so I like Lake Superior a lot more than Lake Michigan. Rivers are okay, too.

Surfing or skiing?
Neither! Did I mention the 4 kids and the whole part-time jobs and college-payments thing? Can’t afford those kinds of sports.

Snorkeling or scuba diving?
Ditto with above, though we did enjoy snorkeling while on that cruise….

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?
I hope you fall in love with my heroes…I know I do! The kind of men I write about really do exist! I’m married to one of them, and have tried to raise 3 more to contribute to the young women of today. 

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Love Therapy? 


     “Did you get anything to wear for a date?  Should we go out to dinner?”  Miguel asked in an amused tone.
     Wearily, Alicia shook her head as she tossed her bags into the trunk of her car.
     “I don’t know, Miguel.  I’m kind of tired.  Can we just order a pizza or something?” 
     There was a moment of silence before Miguel answered.
     “That depends.”
     “On what?”
     “Can we get naked as soon as you get home and stay naked all night long?”
     Alicia smiled as she felt her body react to his words, as she imagined his body hardening in all of her favorite places.
     “I suppose so,” she answered slowly.
     “Are you already on your way back here?” 
     Alicia nodded.
     “Um hum,” she said as she turned on her car, and checked her mirrors to begin driving.  “I’m pulling out of the lot now.  Why?  Do you want me to pick up the pizza on the way home?”
     Miguel smiled almost audibly into the phone.
     “No, I’d rather order it later, after we have had a chance to be naked for a while, if you get my meaning.”
     Alicia giggled.
     “You bad boy!  You are distracting me in a major way while I am trying to drive!”
     “Are your panties getting moist?”  His voice was a low purr.
     She giggled again.
     “Silly man!  You forget that I don’t have any on, remember?  I’m wearing your jeans!  With nothing on underneath them!”
     “Oooh, that’s right,” he answered in a low voice.  “All of that luscious nudity, in my pants.  I’m going to chew them off of you as soon as you get here.”
     Alicia moaned softly into her phone.
     “Stop that!”
     “What I wanted to ask is can you stop and pick up a couple of things before you get home?” 
     “Yeah, what?” 
     “Well,” he began, “I think we need some whipped cream…you know, the kind that comes in a spray can?”
     “What else?”
     “I already have some strawberries,” he continued.  “But how about you pick up some chocolate sauce also?”
     “Are you planning on making ice cream sundaes?” 
     “Heh, heh, heh.  Why no, little lady.  There’s no need for ice cream at all.  You see,” he continued, in a low, sexy voice, “I plan on spreading the chocolate sauce and the whipped cream all over your sexy body, then licking all of it off of you.  You are going to be my dessert tonight!”
     Alicia didn’t have to look into the mirror to know that she was blushing.  She could feel the heat spread all over her body from his words.  She shifted around in her seat as she waited at the stoplight.
     “Miguel Reyes, you really are a bad boy!”
     She thought about it for a moment.
     “I think you need to be punished!”
     Miguel chuckled softly into the phone.
     “We can play that game some other night, my love.  We are going to have a whole lot of other nights to indulge our every fantasy.  Tonight, I plan to make you my dessert.  Some other night, I will be your willing slave.  Then another night, you can be my willing slave.”
     Alicia sighed.
     “Miguel, you are the most imaginative, creative lover I have ever been with.  I can’t wait to get home.  But I’m going to have to hang up now so I can go into the store and pick up what you want me to get.”
     Miguel smiled.
     “Hurry back, my love.” 
     He blew a kiss into the phone.
     Alicia smiled also. 
    “I will.” 
    She kissed her phone, then hung up.
     She sat for a moment in her car, feeling her toes curl with anticipation.
     “Damn!  I had almost forgotten what it was like, to feel wanted and adored.  And Miguel was always such a thoughtful and creative lover.  I’m so glad he hasn’t changed.”
     With that, she got out of the car and headed into the store to pick up the items he had requested.

Friday, June 18, 2010

Huldah's Two Hikers by Berengaria Brown

Title: Huldah’s Two Hikers
Author: Berengaria Brown
Release Date: June 1, 2010
Genre: Contemporary/M/M/F/Menage
Publisher: Whiskey Creek Torrid

Huldah aims to conquer the challenging three-day hike. Derek and Corey plan to conquer Huldah.

Derek is tall, dark and dominating. Golden-blond Corey is warm and caring and can turn a campfire meal into a feast. Huldah just wants to prove to herself she can navigate and hike the trail. But the two men are awfully yummy. And distracting. Besides, sex outdoors is very good, especially with two men at once.

Between them, Derek and Corey bring Huldah’s passions to the boil and the three enjoy the hottest, most innovative sex ever.
Then Derek’s bossiness starts to cause problems. What will happen when they reach the end of the trail? And will they even get there if Derek insists on doing the navigating?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Berengaria Brown. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
Huldah’s Two Hikers

What is Huldah’s Two Hikers all about?
Huldah is a very tall woman who loves the outdoors and joins a Hiking Club. She determines to walk a very challenging trail only to find the only other club members going on the three day hike are the super-yummy Derek and Corey. The book is what they do on the hike—as well as walking!

That sounds um, stimulating. lol How did you come up with the idea?
I love ménages, both reading and writing them, and I was thinking about how sex in the great outdoors is so much more exciting than inside on a bed. And the book just grew from there. Huldah wanted to tell me her story and bossy Derek kept interrupting—but we got there in the end.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
Never give up. Keep reading, keep writing, and most importantly, keep submitting your books to publishers.

Tell the readers about your backlist.
I also have Intensity an M/M/F contemporary ménage with a ghost available from Siren BookStrand ( and on June 22, Dance For Three will release from Ellora’s Cave (

What are you working on now?
There is a vampire who has been talking to me a lot lately. He wants his story told. It’s another ménage, two vampires and a human heroine. I am hoping to start writing it very soon.

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
Unfortunately the day job is a reality for me. The good news is that I carry my laptop everywhere I go and get to make notes of ideas and plots and dialogue when they hit me.

What sparks your imagination and gets your juices flowing?
I have no idea. Characters just start talking to me!

It’s June and summer is upon us. Do you have any vacation plans?
Oh, I wish I did!

What is your favorite vacation memory?
I went to Hawaii once. That was awesome. I loved the people and the atmosphere there. The hunks on the beach were quite inspirational too!

Bikini, one-piece, tankini, or shorts and a t-shirt?
My heroines usually wear a tankini.

Lake, river or ocean?
Derek, Corey and Huldah have an exciting time in a river in Huldah’s Two Hikers! So I guess that means I’d better vote for the river.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?

On my blog I have a free read—you will need to scroll back a bit to find it— and all my covers are up there too, plus a book trailer and various other bits of goodness.

Thank you for having me.

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Huldah’s Two Hikers?
Of course!


Huldah nodded, her heart pounding and lust raging through her at the thought of them both together inside her again. Even if this is our last night together I’ll have this memory. I’ll make sure it’s a good one too.
Unconsciously she nodded then turned to Derek, unsnapping his jeans and pulling the zipper down. She freed his cock and ran her hand over it possessively. Then she turned to Corey and did the same.
“Shall we get undressed then?” she suggested.
“Shit yeah,” said Corey, almost tripping over trying to pull his jeans down without taking his boots off first.
“You too,” said Derek.
Within moments there was a tangled heap of clothing on the floor and three bodies tangled on the bed.
“Lie on your fronts. I want to play,” said Huldah.
The guys grinned at each other and complied. She pushed their hips and legs together then sat across the four legs. To their utter amazement she started using their asses as bongo drums, humming O Fortuna from Carmina Burana as she did so.
For the first half-dozen bars of the song the men lay there totally stunned. Huldah was so very excited by what she was doing. Her pussy was dripping cream across the tops of their thighs and her butt was wiggling from side to side as she played her ass-bongo drums. She figured she was hitting them hard enough to create a sting but not hard enough to hurt—just a very erotic sharp tap on each strong beat of the music.
“Gods that’s hot,” groaned Corey. “I’ve got such a boner!”
“Oh, yes,” agreed Derek, obviously rubbing his cock on the sheets—she figured he was trying to ease the ache in it.
Huldah found herself getting hotter and hotter. Those two yummy butts were crying out to be licked and bitten as well as hit, so from time to time she leaned forward and swiped her tongue over one or the other. And her nipples were aching so she bent lower and lower to scrape them on the butts too. Unconsciously she swayed with her humming and managed to drag her hot and needy clit against a thigh.
That was all it took. In one swift movement both men twisted around, grabbed her before she could fall and dropped her face down on the bed. Corey held her wrists together over her head in one of his big hands, while Derek administered a stinging slap to her ass. Much as the men had been doing, she scraped her body on the sheets, aching for release as Derek spanked her another half-dozen times.

Monday, June 14, 2010

Wyntress Nyght's Supernatural Crack: Exes & Hexes by C.H. SCARLETT

Title: Wyntress Nyght's Supernatural Crack: Exes & Hexes
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Genre: Paranormal/Erotic/Contemporary
Release Date: June 14, 2010
Publisher: Noble Romance Publishing
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"Good evening my delicious little darklings of darkness. Wyntress Nyght, here, serving up your forbidden dose of supernatural crack. So hook up your IVs, roll up the psychic and toke her, or offer up your shot glass for some ectoplasmic delight. For I have the phantasmal kick you have all been jonzing for. No DTs here, my darklings, only the monster of all dragons for you to chase . . . me! Now, for those readers who are new to my witch-board of communications, allow me to sinfully boast a little about the place I haunt. It’s the Other World, the Underworld, or a label I am rather fond of and prefer, Hell."
*Gasps* Did she say Hell?
That she did, so flip a page and you’ll realize what a hilarious but darkly adventurous thrill ride Hell can be. And who knew it would have all started with an ex-Fanger and the kidnapping of his new coffin screamer. Toss in a lusty Were, a mischievous Zombie, a Dominion of Chaos, some too-damn-sexy Demons, a mysteriously malicious and hidden plot, plus whatever other zany characters of Hell pop up, and we have the reasons why there’s never a boring moment in the death of Wyntress Nyght!
Now, grab a dry pair of knickers just in case yours get moist from laughing, and open the book already. Wyntress hates to be left waiting by the grave!

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, C.H. Scarlett. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?  
Thank you for having me!!!! I'm so excited! My Sizzling Release is Wyntress Nyght's Supernatural Crack! It's the first book of its series , Exes & Hexes

What is Wyntress Nyght's Supernatural Crack all about? 
Well, it's a series for all of those who are addicted to anything and everything Supernatural, and who need their paranormal fix. Wyntress Nyght drags us down a crazy road of adventure, danger, and insane fun. As she finds herself in a mess between an ex-Fanger and his new coffin screamer, we realize just how addictive her world can be, while we get a bit of everything that is awesome concerning the Supernatural. 

Since I've had the privilege of reading this already, I can tell you I found it hilarious, witty, edgy and I loved it! How did you come up with the idea? 
Um, well, TV let me down I guess. lol. I rarely get to watch it but when I do, I felt lost. Nothing was on that really boosted my needed fix for shows which had been canceled or barely came on as reruns. 

To me, this book is my personal worship or praise of all my favorite shows I grew up with or became addicted too over the years. I mean, I got into Buffy because I became so addicted to the sharp tongue and snark of Spike and other characters. Then there were my favs like Morticia from the Addams Family, who was so devilishly smooth and lethal. Then there was Lily Munster, who I wanted to have adopt me or something. And who could forget late night horror movies without Elvira and so on. I wanted to bring all those fabulous elements, which made those world's extraordinary and timeless, together, and then kind of mesh them with my own twisted humor and imagination. 

Well, that was the plan, but then as I was writing, and Wyntress Nyght made her grand entrance and I realized she was nothing like I'd ever seen before. Her voice was so strong, her snark and humor so other worldly, that I had to take the book from third person, to first. 

I know Exes & Hexes is number one in the series Wyntress Nyght's Supernatural Crack. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over? 
I knew the moment Wyntress Nyght was born that it would be a series. While I was writing the first book, and while I was molding out her world, I knew the story just couldn't stop at one. Her personality is just too big to stop there. I would blame a muse, but I'd fear the wrath of Wyntress Nyght then. I think she is her own muse, lol. 

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer? 
Well, leave your ego at the door lol. Don't doubt your talent but also, remember there is so much to learn. If you get with good publishers and editors, then you WILL learn. Don't expect to be rich, but to work fifty times harder than most professions but get paid less than slave wages lol. And don't take no for an answer. Keep writing, keep promoting, and branch out to other publishers UNLESS you find one that really gets you and is growing--climbing up the ladder of success. 

What are you working on now? 
Oh sheesh, well, I am trying to polish up my first book, which is NOT a Paranormal or Fantasy of any kind. It was a challenge, which is the only reason I did it, and that William Maltese told me I needed to spread my wings (which would be the PG rated version of what he really said. * winks*)So, I am working on putting the final touches on that--Right As Rayne--and again, it will be a new venture because it won't be a series. Believe that? I actually wrote something that will end at . . . ~the end~. 

Then I will enter edits with a book called The Web & the Willow, another Paranormal based on a subject that hasn't been tapped on yet . . . but I will save you the details. (Sh-sh-sh, run to my website to see.)

Then, I am trying my hand at YA--but of course, Paranormal again. 

And then, its time to channel up Wyntress Nyght and let her give me the details on a second book. Between you and me, I’d be shocked if she was quiet for that long. 

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write? 
I have evil kids . . . does that count? I am kidding. (Or am I?) My kids keep me busy and then my husband's Masonry business--J& S Masonry. Between all of that, I get to work on my writing, web sites, blogs, and so on. I sacrifice sleep, eating, and whatever else I have to do in order to work on my books. 

What sparks your imagination and gets your juices flowing?  
Dreams, believe it or not, or just the way my brain chimes. I get bored easily, so I daydream A LOT. Writing gives me an excuse as to why that can be productive. *winks*

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author? 
Oh, I'm not close to my family. My imagination is a little to strange for them and their normality is way too weird for me. My husband is very proud, though, and my children of course. But hey, I started this because of them. I didn’t want them shoving their dreams into a shoebox like I had . . . so here I am . . . showing the world I am here and what I've got. 

It’s June and summer is upon us. Do you have any vacation plans? 
Probably Camping. I live in the mountains so I'd love to hit the beach, but with the economy and the mess in the Gulf, doubt I will. Wyntress is right, the Living World sucks lol. 

What is your favorite vacation memory? 
Believe it or not, that would be last summer when I took the kids to Douthat State Park camping. My husband had to work and was only able to catch us in the evenings, but we had an absolute blast on our own. I really enjoyed that. At night, I would go walking through the woods, would sit and chill by the lake . . . was really awesome. (Yes, I am a night owl.) 

Men: Speedos or trunks? Trunks . . . Speedos just look silly to me . . . I honestly don't know why. I just pictured my husband in a Speedo--now I am unable to do the interview because I am laughing. But Boxers---yummy. 

Ladies: Bikini, one-piece, tankini, or shorts and a t-shirt? 
Whatever works for them and whatever they are comfortable with. I have seen bombshells in bikini's look horrible all because you could tell they weren't comfortable, while a woman with a butt flapping in the breeze, pulled it off quite nicely because she knew she was all that! I just think women can do anything---when their attitudes are focused.

Lake, river or ocean? 
Hmm, that's hard to say. I dig the Lakes and rivers. I live on a river but it's my dream to live on a Lake. I dig the ocean but for only a week and then I am done. I gotta have my mtns. *winks*

Surfing or skiing? 
Sheesh, neither. I hate sharks.

Snorkeling or scuba diving? 
With Jaws swimming in the ocean? Are you crazy?

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know? 
No, thank you! This has been a blast! Just would like to thank anyone ahead of time if they read my book and I hope you find Wyntress as addicting as I do. 

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Wyntress?
You can read an entire chapter if you want.
But, here's another little sneak peek:

Here is part of Chapter 1:
So far, the evening had been normal, if you would consider anything here normal. It was still early, and the Dead and Undead were just starting to roll out from their graves and crypts. Slowly but surely, corpses started to fill the inside of the Rave, dragging themselves to a table or bar, hoping to conjure up something extra wicked and liquid.
Ah, the Rave. *Swoons* Aside from its enormous size, I love how the walls are depressingly gray and how the many candelabras hanging from the ceiling sparkle and mirror the flames of the others. I adore how everything's cluttered with old world frills and chill-thrilling charm. The Dead who linger there still reflect the appeal of their previous life and fashion, or at least some do, because I can promise you, I don't. I pride myself on keeping up with the latest trends and styles. Why, I even had on my favorite pair of hip-huggers and web-spun black sweater. My long, raven hair was twisted and pinned in the back, so the tips were dangerously spiked off the top of my head, spilling forth in dangling strands down my curved backside. I wore cat-like eyeliner, emphasizing my jade-colored inhuman eyes. I have a come-hither mouth, and darkling, these tempting smackers aren't filled with Botox either. But anyway, back to that night.
"Did you not hear me? Are you illiterate?" Starla Jones screamed from behind me. Then she marched toward a table adjacent to mine. "It's impossible to get a proper drink and service in here anymore!"
Early or not, I saw some of the lunatics still managed to flee the asylum, and in my sexy but never humble opinion, Starla was the biggest lunatic of all.
She died in her thirties, a 1940s film star, and she was not famous for being the queen of good times in any way. Starla's major mood detonations put her at the top of my 'Not One of My Favorite Corpses' list. I had the feeling we were about to see one of her blow-ups, based on the way her lip curled and her unbalanced expression appeared rather unhinged.
"Do you not hear me? Come over here!"
The weary deadtress (our word for waitress) hesitantly slid her feet against the red carpet. She waited while the brass case holding Starla's imported cigarettes snapped shut. Supposedly, it was a gift from and engraved by Clark Gable himself. So she says, because she would never let any of us lowly corpses dare touch and see for ourselves.
As if the poor deadtress had all the time in the world, Starla blew out a faint puff of white smoke while smoothing out the creases from her silk gown. Something soft and amusing stretched her lips, giving the impression the storm had passed. She smugly patted the sides of her neatly pinned and finger-curled hair.
Meanwhile, the deadtress slouched a little, and I'm pretty sure she thought the worst was over, but Starla's drama mode always kicks in when least expected. Her mouth coiled open to spew forth something vile.
"Now you little nit wit . . . I asked for two olives in my martini, not one. I also know this has been shaken not stirred. Do you think I cannot tell the difference? And this glass . . . do you notsee this smudge? Just because you would drink from a sewer doesn't mean I will!"
She threw her cigarette at the deadtress who scampered away, nearing tears. Starla's over-the-top makeup-caked eyes darted in my direction. The intensity burning up her cheeks was proof she hadn't finished.
"And what are you looking at, Wyntress Nyght?"
Well, I thought, isn't she just the cutest ball of snot and snobbery ever?
"Only someone in need of a good bitch slap and a morgue full of downers," was my reply. I briefly wondered if she'd start foaming at the mouth.
"You are a cruel and offensive thing." She curved a corner of her lip in some weak attempt at a snarl.
That seemed to be her signature gesture for the night, leaving me to say but one thing. "Oh, how amusing; Sybil does tricks." (Yes, I nickname everyone. Too damn bad she wouldn't play dead.) "Hey, Sybil, pop a Quaalude before your multiple personalities spontaneously combust." I knew my usual sarcastic, devilish grin was taunting her. "Back off the Dewbies, would ya?" (That's our word for the newly dead.) "And apologize to the poor girl before she quits already. If you want to go into a meltdown, find someone who is more of a match . . . like me," I gladly volunteered.
"Mind your own business, Wyntress Nyght," she huffed. "I so tire of all this drama. Who knew the afterlife would be filled with such imbeciles."
"I'd say we knew the moment you died and crossed over. Things seemed rather peaceful until then." *Snickers*
She cut me a dry, venomous look, but my attention flew in another direction—toward the Crypt Master, Draven, the owner of the Rave. I'm sure the deadtress told him what happened, causing him to rush over and play typical peace reaper.
While he whispered away to Starla, my sight soaked him up, because he is such a dashing and darkly gorgeous man. He oversees this Dominion called Sheol and is top dog over everyone in the Dominion. Every Crypt Keeper (the guardian of a crypt) must answer to the Master. Hell is divided up into many Dominions.
But back to Draven. He's a yummy looking Master, always dressed to the nines in a debonair, tailored suit with a red rose stuck upon his breast. Personally, I think he watches James Bond movies way too much—the Sean Connery ones. If Sean is smart, he will live forever, because the day he comes to my world, Draven will be stuck on him like maggots to bone.
Yep, you heard me; we have movies channeled from your TVs. Everything is energy—especially electricity. Tapping into it is nothing at all. You think this is farfetched? Oh, so I suppose Sylvia Brown or John Edwards calling us up on a Psychic-IV whim is acceptable, but we can't steal a little cable. Puh-lease! Not only can we pirate your stations, but we also have our own news and movie channels. To be honest, I prefer those. If you ever saw our spoofs made of your films, well you'd be rolling over in your graves.
I digress. Back to that night.
"Starla, darkling, please." Draven spoke in his deliciously British voice. "The deadtress is new and I am finding it difficult to keep them. As a favor to me, do not frighten anymore into quitting."
"For you." Her gloved hand grazed his cheek while her other molested her tacky mink wrap. "You really do need to train them better, darling." She gave him a little pout.
"Shall I fetch you a stronger drink, love?"
Instead of nodding, she leaned over to whisper something to him, which I found rather rude, or would have, if I actually cared. Her eyes burned in my direction, so I knew she was attempting to build him up into scolding me or throwing me out.
Yeah, I thought, like her dreams would ever come true.
Been there, done that. Draven, that is.
Hey, the only abstinence we practice here is life.
Draven. Simply scrumptious. There is something to be said about spending the night with a mature corpse. He puts the art in making love, if you get my meaning. And no, fleeting or not, it's not just sex with men like him.
I swirled the edge of my glass with the tip of my finger, thinking about him.
Unfortunately, Draven was a one-timer and by my own decision. I shuddered to think he might request a threesome with Starla Jones some day, since they rocked both ways. Hey, I'm open to all genders . . . but Starla? I'd rather have my spleen plucked out. Besides, I admit to being very hungry the night I claimed Draven, but once my libido was soberly full, I had a moment to think about who frequented his bed. Starla's image bitch-slapped my mind, and I just couldn't hack a hairball like that up. I felt her crawling, bitter itch all over my carcass, and it really grossed me out. Draven, Mr. Delectable, was a one-time indulgence. Besides, sleeping with one's Crypt Master wasn't the wisest of choices. I mean, if things go south, a corpse could be in a very awkward position. Kind of like grinding your boss.
I pushed all thoughts of Starla and Draven out of my mind and focused on my Bloody Mary. And no, I didn't have some girl named Mary all blended and bloodied up in a glass. I drinkreal Bloody Marys with a stick of celery and everything. We like our alcohol down here the same as you. The difference is we can't get poisoning and die from it.
(You're totally jealous now, right?)
Starla's fist, beating against the table, broke my thoughts in half. Not even the loud, psychedelic music of DREADN could wash her out.
"Stop staring at me, Wyntress!" she shouted. "See, I told you she was harassing me!" She clung to Draven as if I were some crazy corpse stalker, (corpses who stalk a certain corpse).
She wished.
Okay, I did decide to sit there and gawk, because I knew by doing so I would annoy her to no end. But, was there anything—being purposely annoying, that is—in it for me? I mean,nothing would have given me a bigger laugh than to watch her completely lose what little sanity she had left, ending in a reenactment of her own death. But the thing is, once you've seen Sybil break down, it's like a movie you've watched way too many times. Eventually, it loses its entertainment value, and unfortunately, I bore real damn easy.
Oh, what the virgin, I thought. If I can't torment her then what good am I? And when I spied the deadtress hiding in the corner bleeding tears, because Starla can be the empty end of a Prozac prescription, well, let's say that drove the final nail in the coffin of my decision.
"Hey, Starla." I smiled brightly, purposely coaxing her. "Did you smell the best of me on Draven's sheets?"
"Wyntress Nyght, you filthy little . . . ."
"Oh, Starla, stop." I waved my hand, flashing a lighthearted and playful look. "Flattery will get you, and only you, absolutely nowhere."
"Flattery!" She leaped from her seat into a fighting stance, raised her untouched drink, and began to throw it.
Draven—moving quickly but oh-so-gently—grabbed the glass and her hand, bringing them both slowly downward. Then he gave me a scolding look, but couldn't stress it deep enough, no doubt because the memories of Wyntress Nyght making his eyes roll into the back of his head were still fresh in his mind.
Am I a mind reader? Hey, I can sense these things. Once you're lucky enough to have me, there is no forgetting it.
*Snap, snap, and snap*
"Wyntress, our relationship is an open one." He meant him and Sybil, sure as hell not me and him. "Please do not upset her. You know how fragile she is."
"Fragile my achin' ass," I scoffed.
And with that, Starla began to charge my table with cheeks redder than crimson and matching stained lips, which were pulled back in her ugliest scowl. Her nails were ready to claw my exotic flesh off . . . .
That is until the doors to the club buckled off their hinges, and she, like everyone else, came to a dead halt. With a loud clash of instruments, and a few sudden fearful shrieks belted by some Crypt Groupies hugging the stage, the Wolves of mayhem descended upon us.
Why, I might have even wet my knickers if I bothered to wear any. *Winks*.

Friday, June 11, 2010

The Secret Thoughts of Leaves by Anne Brooke

Title: The Secret Thoughts of Leaves
Author: Anne Brooke
Release Date: April 19, 2010
Publisher: Untreed Reads
Genre: Literary fantasy

Blurb: When Henry wakes up one morning, he discovers that the trees in his garden are very different - how will he respond to the strange call of the leaves?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Anne. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release?
The Secret Thoughts of Leaves

What is The Secret Thoughts of Leaves all about?
It’s about one man’s strange relationship with nature, and how the trees in his garden might not be as innocent as they appear.

That’s funny, my youngest daughter swears the trees talk to her. How did you come up with the idea?
My writing group held a themed session where we had to write about something ordinary but make it fantastical, and I started thinking about how nature can have its own strange voice, and this story is the result.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer?
I’d say the first thing is to write what most thrills and inspires you – make it count and make it be special to you. Whatever that might be. It’s the best way to finding your writing voice. I’d also encourage people to join writing groups, either on- or off-line, and take part in writing workshops, conferences, etc. You learn a great deal that way!

Tell the readers about your backlist.
With Untreed Reads, I have an erotic story, How To Eat Fruit; a ghost story, The Girl in the Painting; and a biblical story, Dancing with Lions. I also publish gay erotic fiction with Amber Allure Press, which includes A Stranger’s Touch, Give and Take, The Hit List and The Delaneys and Me (m/m/m).

I also have a series of gay PI novels: Maloney’s Law (PD Publishing), and The Bones of Summer (Dreamspinner Press), and a new edition of my gay psychological thriller, A Dangerous Man, will be published by Cheyenne Publishing later in 2010. I also have a psychological thriller, Thorn in the Flesh, and a romantic comedy, Pink Champagne and Apple Juice, both published by Bristlecone Pine Press. Finally (phew!) the first in my fantasy trilogy, The Gifting, has just been contracted for publication by Bluewood Publishing.

What are you working on now?
I’m working on the final part of my fantasy trilogy, The Executioner’s Cane, which is now about one-third through. It’s a real challenge as I’ve never written a series before, but I hope I’m getting there!

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write? Yes, I work part-time in Student Care Services at my local University on Mondays to Wednesdays. I work on short stories in the evenings, and focus on the novel on Thursdays and Fridays. It’s quite difficult sometimes making the balance work, but I think I’d probably go mad if I actually wrote full-time. My EDJ keeps me grounded!

What sparks your imagination and gets your juices flowing?
Odd things people say, TV, wondering “what if?” and dreams – yes, I’m big on dreams. I dreamt the whole of the first chapters of Maloney’s Law, and The Gifting, and had to start writing them to find out what happened. Does that make me weird?

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My husband and mother love it, and my mother especially loves my gay erotic fiction – not bad for an 80-year-old! My stepfather doesn’t really know what to do with the fact so avoids it, and the rest of my family are shocked, which has caused problems. My cousins once emailed me to say I shouldn’t write gay male fiction as it was upsetting, so we’ve avoided the issue ever since. I think also the friends I’ve known for years find it very difficult as they aren’t used to me writing at all, so we never talk about it much, though I know they do read some of the non-gay work. But on the other hand newer friends and those at work are unusually keen, which is lovely!

It’s June and summer is upon us. Do you have any vacation plans?
Yes, my husband and I are off to Wales mid-June for a week’s R&R, so we’re very much looking forward to that! Even though it will rain, as it always rains in Wales …

Wow, am I envious! What is your favorite vacation memory?
Finally, (after years of being frightened of being on a plane for more than 2 hours), being persuaded by my husband to take the long (for me!) flight to Egypt and at last seeing Abu Simbel – which I’ve longed to see for a lifetime. It was magnificent. When I turned the corner of that long walk down to where it is, I was so overwhelmed that I burst into tears and just couldn’t stop crying for 10 minutes. My husband was soooo embarrassed! But the guide was lovely and said this sort of thing happened all the time. She let me stay for ages too, just to gaze at stuff and soak it all up. It was wonderful. I’m even crying now as I think of it!!

Oh, that must have been an awesome place to visit. I have wanted to go there for years. (heavy sigh!) Now, when you go swimming, bikini, one-piece, tankini, or shorts and a t-shirt?
Shorts & t-shirt.

Lake, river or ocean?
River. I love river cruises.

Surfing or skiing?
Neither – I can’t swim! Which makes the above answer a bit strange, I know.

Snorkeling or scuba diving?
See above!

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know?

Thanks for reading (and thanks also for the interview, Rie)! It’s been a pleasure being here.

And before we go, how about an excerpt from The Secret Thoughts Of Trees?
Of course!


Muttering to himself, Henry pulled his toast free, dropped it onto the nearest plate and ate it, standing and gazing out of the window. Something he had never done before. The trees in the garden were not as they had been yesterday and the day before that and, in fact, all the days he had lived here. Today they pulsated with energy, their trunks undulating in the sunlight, all the leaves quivering in something more than a breeze. Henry gasped. For the branches and the hint of green in his head began to vibrate in unison with their fellows outside. In his mind, he heard singing, although there were no words. He felt as if a spark of light had pierced his brain and formed a bridge between the outer and the inner worlds. He found himself humming, a deeper harmony than the higher tones of the branches.
          Breakfast abandoned and surgery forgotten, he walked slowly out of the kitchen, through the hallway and towards the front door. The music seeped from his mind and flooded his body, flowing through blood and bone, vein and sinew. At the same time, the dark shapes and patterns in his thoughts began to grow ever more delineated. Through them he could see his rickety hall table complete with notepad and telephone, his neat line of shoes underneath and, when he glanced to his right, the faded watercolour of the Welsh coast bought for him by his mother many years ago. He’d never liked it.
          But he did like the music. More than “like”. He needed it and he needed to hear it more deeply.
          Not bothering with any kind of jacket – though it wasn’t cold – he stepped out over the threshold. At once the melody wrapped him in a greater warmth. The song of the garden trees – and now he gave a short cry as for the first time their names swam easily onto his tongue: dogwood; mulberry; yew – reached in through his skin and all his thoughts and touched the branches he held in his mind. The two images became one. The physicality of the first and the figurative nature of the second melded until Henry could no longer have explained where one began and the other started. His body, his mind became the bridge upon which all his worlds met.
          Without knowing the steps he’d taken to get there, he found himself standing against the dogwood, the palm of his hand pressed to its bark so hard that he could feel the grooves and lines of the trunk imprinting their life onto his skin.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Hanging On by Michele Zurlo

Title: Hanging On (Awakenings 2)
Author: Michele Zurlo
Genre: BDSM/Menage/M/F/F/M/F
Release Date: June 7, 2010
Publisher: Siren Publishing

Blurb: Five years after being abused by her boyfriend, Sophia DiMarco has managed to put her life back together. She’s a dominatrix with her pick of willing submissives. For her, sex is about control, and she’s the one pulling the strings. Everything in her life is perfect until she meets Drew Snow, one of the country’s most popular TV chefs. Handsome and charming, Drew gets what he wants, and he wants Sophia.

The chemistry is undeniable, but Drew refuses to fall in line. He simply isn’t a submissive. Sophia tries to walk away, but Drew refuses to give up. Can he tear away the barriers to her heart and claim it for his own?

Welcome to Sizzling Releases, Michele. I’m so pleased you could join me today. What is your Sizzling Release? 
Hanging On, which is the second book in my Awakenings series.

What is Hanging On all about? 
It is first and foremost a love story. My heroine, Sophia, has been to hell and back again, but she’s only living on the periphery of life. She has pushed everyone out of her life except for a handful of friends and her family. As part of her recovery, she discovered her dominatrix side. It fulfills the need for emotional distance and control that she craves. She’s afraid to take a chance, and she refuses to fall in love. 

All of that changes when she meets Drew Snow. At first, she tries to force him into one of the ‘safe’ compartments in her life. However, Drew refuses to change himself to fit into one of her acceptable categories. It takes some time and she doesn’t make it easy, but he finally makes her see that she is more than just the aftereffect of a traumatic experience. He helps her shed the shame and guilt that hold her prisoner so she can live again.

That sounds emotional and comples. How did you come up with the idea?  
After writing Letting Go, I wanted to do something with Drew’s character because I liked him so much. Hanging On grew out of that. Because it’s primarily Sophia’s story, I had to figure out a back story. I knew she was a dominatrix and I firmly believe in torturing my characters so they can grow as people. I decided that the worst thing that can happen for a dominatrix is for her to fall in love with someone who wasn’t a submissive.

I know this is book number 2 in the series Awakenings. Did you begin writing with a series in mind, or did your muse take over? 
Letting Go was the first erotic romance I wrote. I wasn’t thinking it would ever be published, much less that it would be the lead novel in a series. After I finished it, I kept reading it over and over. I figured that since I liked it, other people might as well. It took a few rejections and some major revisions, but I finally landed at Siren. 

After I wrote Hanging On, I sat back and asked myself what made it a series. I decided that each of my heroines and heroes open themselves, or awaken, to a new experience that helps them become better people. I’m not sure how many stories it will contain but I don’t have the ability to force a story where there isn’t one.

As a multi-published author, what advice do you have for those just beginning a career as a writer? 
Read and reread works by authors you like. Figure out what you like about them in terms of plot and character, and then make sure you include those elements in your own work. Pay attention to your grammar and vocabulary because they go a long way toward establishing voice. You don’t want all of your characters to sound the same to the reader. I also believe you should read books you don’t like to figure out what you don’t like about them, and then avoid making those same mistakes. Don’t be afraid of rewrites, and don’t keep a chapter or passage just because you like it. Lastly, I’ll echo advice by everyone else: don’t give up. 

Tell the readers about your backlist. 
Letting Go is the only novel on my backlist.  Including Hanging On, I have a total of three books scheduled for release this summer. Irrepressible Force, an erotic paranormal novel, is due out in July. Torment (Daughters of Circe 1) is a werewolf/witch novel due out in September.

What are you working on now? 
I’m working on books 3 and 4 in the Awakenings series.  Book 3 (untitled) features Samantha Spencer. She appears in each of the first two novels, and falls for identical twins. Book 4 (also untitled) features Daniel DiMarco, Sophia’s brother. His problematic romance is hinted at in Hanging On. I’m also working on the second in my Daughters of Circe series, tentatively titled Mercy. 

Do you have an evil day job, and if you do, how do you find time to write?
I love my day job. I teach 6th and 8th grade English Language Arts to some of the best kids in the universe. I am blessed with an incredibly supportive spouse who gives me time to work on my writing when I need it and who makes me put it away when I’ve spent enough time on it. I’m very good at managing my time and I’m a little obsessive about finishing something once I start it, so that helps.

What sparks your imagination and gets your juices flowing? 
My mind is always working on something, so inspiration isn’t a problem. I’m working on three novels right now and I have ideas for others floating around. I write them down and put them on a shelf for later.

When you say ‘juices,’ I’m assuming you mean the creative kind. My number one motivation is the character. I have to really like them or else I can’t write their story. Once I know who they are, I know what the ‘so what’ of the story is. A ‘so what’ is the moral of the story or the reason a reader cares about it at all. I like stories that make me feel like I learned something from reading them. The ‘so what’ dictates the conflict and the resolution, and I form the details around those elements.

What does your family and friends think about you being a published author?
My family thinks it’s great, even if this genre isn’t their thing. My spouse is a woman and, while she’s supportive, she never reads my erotica. My kids could care less as long as I’m available for morning snuggles.

It’s June and summer is upon us. Do you have any vacation plans? 
No. We just bought a house and we’re house-poor. Luckily, we moved to a house on a really nice pond. So far, having a backyard beach has made it seem like we’re on permanent vacation.

What is your favorite vacation memory? 
When I was about twelve, my extended family took a camping vacation. We saw Graceland, Opryland and Silver Dollar City (now Dollywood). We camped at Pigeon Forge. One day, my cousins and I spent the afternoon stacking up rocks to make a waterfall in the low, slow-moving river that ran next to the campground. Some of my cousins have returned there recently to camp again.  They brought back pictures showing that our waterfall is still there twenty-five years later. It was very cool.

Bikini, one-piece, tankini, or shorts and a t-shirt? 
After having twins, a bikini isn’t even in the realm of possibilities. I have a one-piece and I look damn good in it. 

Lake, river or ocean? 
Right now, a pond. Lake Michigan ranks a close second.

Surfing or skiing?
I am not remotely athletic.

Snorkeling or scuba diving? 
Snorkeling. I can’t even watch movies or read books that take place under water, which is funny because I’m a water sign.

Thank you so much for being here. Is there anything else you’d like the readers to know? 
I’d love to hear from the readers. Email me at

And before we go, can we get a juicy excerpt from Hanging On? 
It’s really juicy. Warning labels:  BDSM/F/F/M/Menage

Drew watched intently. His mouth parted as his breathing sped up, and his pupils dilated. He was becoming aroused watching her outfit Livia.
“Go bend over the footboard,” Sophia said.
Livia complied immediately.
“I thought you were going to punish me,” Drew said, sounding both anxious and jealous. “I’m the one who broke the rules.”
Sophia smiled at him. This time he swallowed in fear. She indicated a chair nearby. It was straight-backed and much more uncomfortable than it looked. “Sit, Drew. You need to learn to behave.”
He narrowed his eyes but did as she instructed. Perhaps he thought he would get to watch two women having sex. Most men entertained that kind of fantasy.
Sophia left Livia alone, knowing the wait heightened the punishment/reward for her, and sauntered over to Drew. She straddled him, running her hands across his bare shoulders and down his arms.
She didn’t know where Livia found him, but Drew was either a man who worked out frequently or he had a job that required manual labor. This was not the physique of a man who sat around all day. Everything about him advertised a man of action—someone who was strong, decisive, determined, not the submissive she so badly wanted.
Logistics required she sit on his lap to do what she needed to do. A bulge strained against the denim of his jeans. Centering her pussy over it, she rested her weight on him. He groaned.
Grasping his wrists, she guided them behind the chair, and he didn’t resist. Her breasts grazed his chest, and she felt the sudden heat of him through thin cotton. He tensed, and she realized he felt the same jolt she felt at the contact. She used the distraction to secure the handcuffs.
The cold metal closed around his wrists, and his eyes widened in surprise. Her serene smile never wavered. She never made an effort to hide her toys. She dropped her voice so Livia couldn’t hear what she said. “Tell me what you want, Drew. Your wildest fantasies can come true.”
He chuckled, the sound rumbling from his chest through the peaks of her nipples. “You’re not the first woman to say that to me.”
Her answer might have been ill-advised, but he rattled her more than she cared to admit. “I’m the first woman who can really deliver.”
He went still, and Sophia prayed to whoever was listening that she hadn’t crossed a line. His blue eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned closer, trying to capture her lips in a kiss. She leaned away and put a finger to his lips. There would be no kissing, either, not with the way he made her feel, not with the things she wanted to do to him. A very large, selfish part of Sophia wanted Livia gone so she wouldn’t have to share.
That would be dangerous. This was the kind of man in which she could lose herself.
“None of that,” she chastised. “You don’t get to touch me without permission. You get no pleasure that I don’t approve. You may not come until I give you permission.”
Pushing herself away from him, she bent to secure his feet. He struggled against the bonds, but they were too strong. “Sophia,” he whispered.
Though he used the wrong title, the entreaty was a beginning. Ignoring him, she returned to Livia. When Sophia had dressed Livia, she ran her hands along the sultry blonde’s body, reminding herself where Livia liked to be touched and how. She wanted a beating, nothing severe, just enough to heat her skin.
Grabbing a bulb vibrator and a tube of lubricating gel, Sophia approached her waiting submissive. “Spread your cheeks.”
Without changing her bent position, Livia reached back with both hands and spread her ass wide. Sophia squirted gel onto the toy and some onto her fingers. Livia sighed and gasped as Sophia massaged the gel into her. She tensed when Sophia removed her fingers, knowing what was coming next. The bulb parted her, shoving hard and fast into her little puckered hole. A low moan escaped.
If they played again, Sophia would have Drew fuck her that way while she used a vibrator or clitoral stimulator from the front. She could hang Livia from hooks in the ceiling, and they could use her body as a plaything. Livia would love it.
But that was not in the plan tonight.
Sophia turned the dial to medium, sending vibrations through Livia’s body.
Livia was a good girl. She didn’t move her hands one bit, even though she knew what was coming next. She liked a light whipping, so Sophia gave it to her, paying special attention to her ass. Resting her forehead on the bed’s footboard, she moved in time to the rhythm of the lashes. Cries fell from her lips.
When she was a good shade of pink, Sophia stopped. The marks would fade in an hour or so, but until they did, she would be sensitive to the lightest of touches.
“Mistress, please.” Her whispered words caught in her throat. The straps and the lick of the whip had worked their magic. She was primed and ready to come.
With a light hand on her shoulder, Sophia guided Livia to Drew and arranged her on top of him, her back to his front. The chair might not be comfortable, but he provided the perfect cushioning. Sophia wanted to lie on him like that, to feel his chest against her back. “Lay your head on his shoulder, and let your legs fall to the outside of his.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
A tap on the quick-release freed Drew’s legs. “Spread your legs wider.”
Annoyance and frustration thinned his lips. He hesitated before complying, opening Livia even further. Sophia rewarded him with an absent caress on the cheek. He turned into her palm, seeking to kiss her there. She pulled away before he made contact and returned her attention to Livia.
“Touch yourself,” she commanded. “Outside only.”
Her fingers were red and stiff from the whip. Ever so slowly, she moved them across her body, caressing her tender flesh as she found her saturated folds. The bulb in her anus vibrated, and her fingers worked quickly. Sophia watched Livia’s face. She was in heaven. A pleased smile tugged at her mouth, which Drew saw.
Her eyes met his, and she realized her mistake. In avoiding looking at him, she thought he wasn’t looking at her. From the expression on his face, she wondered if his eyes had ever left her. Had he watched Livia being whipped, or Sophia whipping her?
Recovering quickly, she studied his face. The punishment had been effective. He hated being restrained, restricted from the action, and he didn’t bother to hide that emotion. Sophia thought he might pull at his handcuffs a little more, but he didn’t, opting instead to stare at her. He ensnared her with his eyes, and electricity jolted through her body. She recognized a hunger in him that echoed in her.
He wanted her.