Thursday, February 28, 2013


Henry Finck once said, "Is not a kiss the very autograph of love?" 

A: As in a signature?
Z: As in the definition?
A: Naw, sometimes it is simply lust.
Z: Aww, but a kiss with the possibility or the totality of love has a sweetness balanced with a passionate intensity unequaled to simple lust.
A: I do agree, but sex can be just sex.  A kiss could just be just a kiss that sudden spark between two people that needs to be enacted at exactly that precise moment. 
Z: Is that the difference between romance and erotica?
A: I think romance exists in erotica and erotica can exist in romance.  All in all I believe the difference simply exists with the reader.  They choose the books they read upon the level of intimacy they crave.  Romance and erotica can also have elements of mystery, suspense, basic contemporary, humor, supernatural, fantasy, historical, Gothic.  It is a genre within a genre.
Z: And a kiss can sometimes be just a kiss.  It is the elements that surround that kiss that justify its performance.
A: Over the next few weeks we will delve into a variety of kisses from those that are between tormented lovers, to those that are lustful, to those that are coerced.  In the meantime...(puckers her lips and blows a kiss.)

The following is not a kiss scene but the longing that exists within a woman who craves more than just a kiss from a man she only just met.  


             After changing her tea to lemon-ginger, she sipped it as she walked to the bathroom.  Once there, she applied peppermint essential oil on her temples and the back of her neck, a conciliatory action since both the tea and oil were natural headache remedies.  She mildly regretted the use of the oil, knowing she’d wash most of it off while showering. 
            Tossing off her robe, she caught her reflection in the mirror.  This day she noticed her cheeks were expressive and her breasts displayed eloquence, their suppleness overt.   A sheer white teddy, cut provocatively low, revealed more of her breasts than it covered.  French cut legs edged with Battenburg lace enhanced long, tapered limbs.  She knew her form was seductive, the kind that staggered men and brought the envy of women.  Fantasies of men wanting her would race, some garbled and many succinctly clear, she understanding that her figure was naturally alluring and spontaneously flirtatious and, whereas she privately enjoyed that power, she feared the consequences.  The satiny material caressed her skin and made her feel especially feminine.  Katrina loved silk, satin, and lace, but only indulged when it came to lingerie.  Determined to avoid attention from men like Calloway, Katrina refused to wear provocative clothing.
            As Katrina waited for the shower to heat up, she pulled out an array of lotions, bath gels, and colognes.  Soon the bathroom filled with steam along with the pampering of a lilac aroma.  It was an old bathroom with a corner shower, pedestal sink, and claw foot bathtub.  The building used to belong to her grandmother.  Kit had transformed the bottom level into a restaurant while maintaining the top as an apartment.  It used to be a bakery below.  She often thought she should have kept it as such and just rode through the low-carb phase that had grandmother's business dying.  How much worse could it be than this? 
            Katrina removed the teddy, lifting it over her head, exposing very well-groomed pubic hair, and a swimsuit model’s waist and breasts, and then she stepped into the comforting spray.  Ignoring her bandaged hand, she worked bath gel into a large sponge and ran it over her body enjoying the touch.  Small translucent bubbles adorned her skin making her beauty more an art-work. Both the warm water and peppermint aroma mingling with the lilac began to take effect.  Tension evaporated, leaving calm serenity in its wake. She found herself lost in thoughts, thoughts not surprisingly racing toward him, Caleb. 
            She couldn’t help wondering what it would feel like to have Caleb’s work-toughened hands follow the same path as the sponge.  She remembered his tender touch and that unexpected innocent kiss, with its subsequent unexpected tingle.  Beneath the gentleness, there had been incredible heat and strength.  Hands like his, with those powerful fingers, could elicit magic, burning, stimulating, prompting magic.  He’d find all those secret spots that only intuitive men knew about.  She tossed her head back and pretended to feel his callused palms trace the curve of each breast then down over the swell of her hips to her buttocks.  He’d linger there awhile before seeking that most sensitive core, making her want and want and want - like she did now.
            She caught her breath and bit her bottom lip.  She had to stop fantasizing about him!  She couldn’t.  The man stole her breath.  Scorched her senses.  She imagined his bare chest, rivulets of shower rolling over the powerful mounts of flesh that were his shoulders and gasped delight and wonderment. 
            His muscles and well-sculpted features weren’t the main attraction, though.  Magnetism drew from his husky laugh and quick easy grin, in the timbre of his voice with its upstate drawl and its velvet-over-satin sensuous undertone, and in the way he yearned to do right even as he impetuously threaded upon erroneous paths.  And beneath that mask of pure maleness was the soul of a good man, she saw it, adored it.  Oh yes, at first blush, Caleb McBride was a man any woman would find intriguing.  But only a fool would fall for a man she didn’t know inside out.  With her body tingling and her mind filled with erotic images, Katrina felt like she could quite easily become the world’s biggest fool.  Foolery aside she ruminated once more his want of her skin, form, and response.  She wanted him to want to know her intimately unlike any other had, and just like she dreamed someone might.  That want was almost irrepressible.
            Muttering a curse and then either being innately hypocritical or just denying the truth she switched on the cold water and stood under its stinging spray until her teeth chattered, repeating I must stop… I must stop.
            Then just as she stepped out of the tub, she heard a heavy knocking.  Probably Donna, she thought, ready for more details now that the kids were all in class.
            Grabbing a bath towel and wrapping it about her, she took a step toward the bathroom door, slipped on the damp floor and managed a comical spill that had her buttock hit the floor, towel falling free, and her head slightly graze the tub.  A yelping scream followed a rather loud thump it audible enough to resonate throughout the apartment.   
            She heard the door bang open.  Hear heavy feet stomp through the apartment.  What was Donna wearing, combat boots?
            She saw a shadow.  “I’m ok,” she assured her friend.  “I just slipped on the…”
            The words evaporated like steam on the mirror as Katrina eased up on her elbows and found her startled gaze clashing with Caleb McBride’s ardent one, he absorbing every inch of her naked and exposed flesh.

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Release Blitz for The Perfect Dom

The Perfect Dom by Lucy Felthouse
Four kinky and erotic BDSM tales from the smutty pen of Lucy Felthouse.

Balancing the Books
Philip’s a well off man, and doesn’t need a job. But when he sees the gorgeous owner of his local bookshop, he applies for the role that’s being advertised there immediately. He’s totally stricken by the stunning Giovanna, and when it turns out she wants to boss him around in a sexual sense as well as an employment sense, he has no intention of refusing.

Feeling the Heat
Taylor and Maisie’s car has broken down. Luckily, Taylor’s handy with engines and is working hard to get them back on the road. Unfortunately, Maisie is getting annoyed at the amount of time he’s spending in the garage and confronts him. Instead of arguing back, though, Taylor comes up with an ingenious plan to keep Maisie quiet.

The Perfect Dom
Part of Mia’s nightwear is a pair of hotpants with SPANK ME emblazoned across the arse. Normally, that wouldn’t be a problem, but when she forgets that she has a houseguest and heads to the kitchen for a drink, she’s shocked to find Alex in her living room. Immediately spotting what he sees as an invitation written across Mia’s bottom, Alex makes an offer and Mia soon discovers that he is, in fact, the perfect dom.

Meet Me at the Spanish Steps
Darby is working at a holiday camp on the outskirts of Rome and is getting along just fine, with the exception of her sex life. For various reasons, she’s not getting what she wants in the bedroom, and her tastes are very particular. She turns to the Internet to get what she needs, and when she discovers William, it seems that he’s more than willing—and capable—of scratching that particular itch.

Coming soon to all other good eBook retailers.

Teaser Excerpt:
“Spank me. Is that an invitation?”
Shit. Mia had completely forgotten about him. Her flatmate, Katy, had asked if it was okay if her brother could stay on their sofa for a couple of nights. His own place was being fitted with a new bathroom and conditions over there weren’t exactly tantamount to hygiene. Mia had been rushing around in order to get to work and hadn’t really been paying attention, so she’d just agreed and then promptly forgotten.
Now, however, she was being treated to a huge and incredibly embarrassing reminder. Katy was on a nightshift at the hospital so when Mia had woken up at 9p.m.—her own body clock being on that of working in the club, though tonight was her night off—she’d deemed it safe to wander to the kitchen to get a drink in what she was wearing.
Big mistake. Alex was sitting on the sofa, an eyebrow quirked and a leering grin on his face. He held his iPad, and earphones hung around his neck. He’d obviously been watching a film or playing some ridiculous game before Mia had flipped the light on and sauntered through the living room in nothing but a skimpy vest and hotpants. The hotpants were, of course, what he was referring to. The fuchsia garment had SPANK ME emblazoned across the ass in large black lettering.
Mia gave Alex a look that would have turned a lesser man to stone. He, however, simply grinned even more widely, then said, “Well? Do you need a firm hand to that luscious butt of yours? Like a spanking, do you?”
Mia sighed. “Shut up, Alex. It’s none of your business. I’m just getting a drink. Get back to your damn gadget and leave me alone.”
“Oooh, someone’s defensive. I’m just saying, you must have them for a reason. A statement like that printed on your backside would definitely be construed as an invitation in my book.”
“Well, maybe it is an invitation, Alex. But it’s certainly not directed at you. Now if you’d kindly stop passing judgement on my non-existent sex life I’ll get my drink and get out of your way.”


Lucy Felthouse is a very busy woman! She writes erotica and erotic romance in a variety of subgenres and pairings, and has over seventy publications to her name, with many more in the pipeline. These include Best Bondage Erotica 2012 and 2013, and Best Women's Erotica 2013. Another string to her bow is editing, and she has edited and co-edited a number of anthologies. She owns Erotica For All, and is book editor for Cliterati. Find out more at Join her on Facebook and Twitter, and subscribe to her newsletter at:

Wednesday, February 27, 2013

New Releases this week from Dreamspinner Press

Storm Season by Nessa L. Warin
Length: Novel | Genre: Science Fiction, Other Paranormal
Available in e-book & print

As the storms begin, Jasper and Tobias set out on a dangerous journey to uncover the truth.
In Brightam’s Ford, a storm is coming. Ranch owner Jasper Borland and the rest of the townspeople have been rushing to prepare for the months of destructive weather the wet season brings, but with their limited technology, survival can be a struggle in itself. When Jasper finds a lost, injured young man on his property, he has no choice but to take him in. At least he’s quiet.

Unable to speak, the young man communicates by projecting his thoughts—a process that hurts anyone he isn't touching. Since most people fear him, that means everyone but Jasper. Soon Jasper learns his guest is a telepath, a northerner named Tobias Thatcher, who is searching for his kidnapped sister, Samantha. Hesitant to leave and wary to stay, Tobias must find his sister before the men who took her follow through on their plans.

When the men come for Tobias, he can remain at Jasper’s no longer. But Jasper can’t let him go out alone. As the storms begin, he and Tobias set out on a dangerous journey to save Samantha and uncover the truth.

Something in the Way he Needs by Cardeno C.
A Book in the Family Series
Length: Novel | Genre: Contemporary
Available in e-book & print

 If Daniel and Asher can walk through the flames together, they might find what they desperately need.
Police captain Asher Penaz’s staunch professionalism bleeds into his home life, down to his neatly pressed attire and spartan apartment. He enjoys being the man in charge, and leather bars satisfy his need for dominance—so his sudden and powerful attraction to the lighthearted, free-spirited Daniel Tover throws him for a loop. In his entire life, Daniel has never gotten what he needs, so he moves to the next place, the next job, the next attempt to find something worth staying for, always landing at the top of his game, but never feeling like he belongs.

The chemistry between Asher and Daniel sizzles, so Asher invites Daniel home. As both men struggle to learn themselves while getting to know each other, the lines of desire and control blur. With all that fire comes the risk of getting burned. But if Daniel and Asher can walk through the flames together, they might find what they desperately need.

Too Good to be True by Chris T. Kat
Sequel to Seizing It
Length: Novella | Genre: Contemporary
Availablein e-book only

 Dale wants to be Kit’s rock—to step in to help—but the walls Kit builds may be too hard to break through.
Three months after Kit falls in love with Dale, his epilepsy takes a turn for the worse and his nightmares and flashbacks about his abusive ex intensify. His work at the veterinary clinic and as a freelance translator only add to the stress. As Kit’s life flies out of his control, his last tether of sanity frays as Dale grows frustrated with Kit’s stubborn independence.

Dale wants to be Kit’s rock—to step in to help—but the walls Kit builds may be too hard to break through.

The Poodle Apocalypse by John Inman
Length: Novella | Genre: Humor, Other Paranormal
Available in e-book only

Charlie and Bobby can deal with death, destruction, and the undead. With their loyal zombie poodle, Mimi, at their side, they bravely face the apocalypse head-on.

With the world suddenly teeming with zombies, Charlie and Bobby are fighting to stay alive.  Being about as gay as two people can be, they insist on doing it with panache.

Even with the planet throwing up its legs in submission, there is no reason a couple of style-conscious guys can't look good while saying good-bye to the age of man and ushering in the age of… God knows what.  Amoebas, maybe.  With their loyal zombie poodle, Mimi, at their side, they bravely face the apocalypse head-on.

Death, destruction, and the undead they can deal with.  But without electricity, it's the depressing lack of blow-dryers and cappuccino machines that really pisses them off—until Bobby goes missing!  Suddenly Charlie has more than fluffy hair and a good cup of coffee to worry about….

Exposed by Skylar M. Cates
Length: Novel | Genre: Contemporary
Available in e-book & print

Rafe must choose between his success or his steamy affair with Daniel.

After years of running from a traumatic secret, young journalist Rafe Quintero is making his way in the world alone. Now that he’s landed a job at a Miami newspaper, he’s hungry for success. His goal? A blistering exposé on closeted PGA golfer Daniel Andrews. Rafe will stop at nothing to get the scoop—even if it means going undercover on Daniel’s private yacht.

Daniel is used to being in the spotlight, but his reputation for being cold and unfriendly hasn’t made him very popular. Still reeling from his mother’s death and his ex-boyfriend’s engagement, he hides out on his yacht to escape the press hounding his every step. His instant attraction to Rafe, his new crew member, is a problem he can't ignore.

When Rafe and Daniel begin a steamy affair, Rafe knows it’s only a matter of time before Daniel discovers his betrayal. Now he has to choose: confess and hope Daniel can swallow his pride and forgive him, or put his ambition ahead of his heart and follow the story.

Kieran & Drew by L.A. Gilbert
Length: Novel | Genre: Contemporary
Available in e-book & print

Kieran and Drew have different plans for their future that make a lasting happiness hard to mantain.

Kieran Appleby can't wait until graduation to escape his life in the Keys. His only friend is the school janitor, his father doesn’t talk to him, and Kieran doesn’t know how to mention he’s gay. No wonder he daydreams about college anywhere but Florida.

High school baseball star Drew Anderson has only one wish in life: to be able to care for those he loves. With an absent father, an agoraphobic mother, and a closet he's not ready to come out of, he can barely stand under the pressure. No one knows how alone he feels.

When Drew finally notices Kieran's long-time crush, it jumpstarts a relationship that introduces them to sex, intimacy, and love. Neither has ever been this happy. But lasting happiness is evasive, and Kieran’s desperation to get out of Florida and Drew’s desire to stay and care for his family cannot be reconciled.

The Pawn by Kate Sherwood
Against the Odds Series, Book 1
Length: Novel | Genre: Science Fiction
Available in e-book & print

In a world where Big Brother is always watching, Remy needs to perform his assigned duties in order to survive, but Adam seems to be as oblivious to that as he is to Remy’s charms.

Adam Challoner was born a member of the wealthy elite, but he can’t forget that his power and comfort come from the suffering of the vast underclass—people oppressed by the very regime that keeps him safe. Living with that knowledge is uncomfortable to say the least. When Adam meets Remy Stone, his discomfort becomes intolerable.

Get in, seduce his target, give him all he could ever dream of, then get out—that’s Remy’s assignment. No man has ever been able to resist Remy before, but Adam Challoner is unlike any of Remy’s previous clients. In a world where Big Brother is always watching, Remy needs to perform his assigned duties in order to survive, but Adam seems to be as oblivious to that as he is to Remy’s charms.

Luckily, Remy’s determination to accomplish his mission piques Adam’s interest. But just when Remy’s hard work starts to pay off, a rebel bomb attack interrupts their would-be tryst. Unforeseen circumstances force them apart, then throw them back together. And just as they discover new reasons to live, they realize some things are worth dying for.

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Book Spotlight~Lost Time by HK Carlton

Book Spotlight/Teaser Excerpt for Lost Time by HK Carlton

Within this frame, his curse is time…

Hannah Keys thinks she’s setting off on the trip of her dreams, but after one mishap after another—beginning with her best friend abandoning her in the airport and ending with the man of her dreams dead—she’s renaming it the vacation from hell.

When Hannah Keys discovers a four-hundred-year-old portrait in Wales, she is intrigued and somewhat saddened by the handsome Highlander portrayed by the artist’s masterful, lifelike strokes. But when she runs into the majorly hunky model for the painting—in the flesh, in the middle of the night—she learns first-hand all about masterful strokes when she shares a night of medieval passion with him.

Lockhart Munro has been cursed inside the portrait until he meets Hannah Keys. For four hundred years, no one has heard him or seen him, let alone touched him. The one woman who can do all these things may be the key to his long-awaited freedom.

But if Hannah sets Lockhart free from his prison, will she be cursed to spend the rest of her lifetime without him?

Or perhaps freeing Lockhart will be just the beginning…

Lost Time Excerpt:

He booted the door shut, all but tossed her on the bed and fell on her, taking up right where he’d left off, his face between her legs. But it wasn’t long before that wasn’t enough for him. Hannah anticipated his need, because it was her own as well. There was no reason for the lace to be between them any longer now that they were alone in her room. She lifted her hips and he pulled the fabric away from her vigorously—she thought she heard it tear.

He stilled again as he looked down at her, fully exposed to his view. His breath rushed from his lungs as he groaned, another primitive but titillating sound. His mouth opened as if he were surprised. Hannah watched him, wondering at this reaction.

He then took his hands and all but framed them around her exposed flesh. He ran his fingers over her bare skin, fingering it, trying her out, touching her like a new toy. “You have no hair here,” he said, sounding astounded.

Hannah was taken aback by his reaction. Her face suffused with heat, making her self-conscious. Did he not like that? She didn’t think that European woman were much different from North American women anymore. Canadian boys preferred a bald beaver.

“Do you not like it this way?” she asked, apprehensively, wishing she could cover herself.

His dark eyes shot to hers. “I…I’ve never seen the like,” he breathed. His smouldering gaze warmed her as she saw the raw pleasure return to his gaze. He looked down at her, and his nostrils flared as he groaned in rapture, licking his lips.

He lunged at her, much like he’d done on the kitchen table. He kissed her bare mound slowly and tenderly, as she would expect him to kiss her mouth. It felt strangely intimate and erotic.

“How did ya accomplish this?” he asked, his breath heaving. “’Tis lovely. You are so smooth and soft.” He skimmed his closed lips everywhere, all over her, his unshaven jaw rasping against her bare skin, making her shudder with sensitivity.

She chuckled. “It’s magic.”

He stilled and his gaze shot to hers. “Are ya a witch?”

She laughed uneasily. “No, but I’ve been called something similar a time or two.”

She thrust her hands into his hair and pulled her knees back, opening herself to him, and he continued his exploration.

“By the Christ, lass, ya taste of sweet honey,” he groaned, then finally swept his tongue over the hot, wet opening begging for his attention. He licked through the slickness leading  straight to her delicate clit, a deep sound of approval rumbling through his chest. He probed and sucked the sensitive bud almost painfully.

“Not so rough,” she admonished.

“I’m sorry, I can’t help it,” he murmured, taking up a much softer stroke with his tongue.

“Mmm,” she moaned, encouraging this new method. “Ahh, yes!” she purred as she felt the first stirrings of orgasm uncurling deep inside her. “Swirl your tongue clockwise,” she panted, wriggling her backside, straining to increase the pressure now. He hesitated. Again, she wondered if he didn’t appreciate her telling him what she liked, but she was too far gone to give a shit about his delicate ego at the moment. She slid her hand down between them, pausing to slip the tip of her finger between his damp lips, effectively lubricating it. She began to demonstrate for him what she wanted him to do with his tongue.

He watched—stunned, she thought—before being mesmerised by her caressing the engorged bud. Circling fast then slow, one way then the other, creating delicious friction before flicking over her clit quickly, simulating what she wanted him to do to her. She tapped the nub lightly and started again. She trembled at the sensation of not only the raw heat she was producing for herself, but also the almost wicked feeling it gave her to have him watching her do it. She could feel his hot breath escalating as his excitement grew, creating a tantalising sensation fanning across her exposed flesh.

He snarled again, an animalistic primitive sound, knocking her hand away with a swat of his own. He lapped and teased just as she wanted.

Hannah’s muscles bunched and flexed as she strained to drag it out. Now that he’d finally got the rhythm, it felt so incredibly good—she wanted it to last a little longer. Her hands fisted and her toes curled as she tried to prolong the sweet suffering.

©Copyright H K Carlton 2013


H K is a multi-published author of erotic, historical and contemporary romance.

Book Spotlight~ Life on the Leash

LIFE ON THE LEASH By Victoria Schade On sale September 18, 2018! Trade Paperback • Price: $16.00 • ISBN: 9781501191671 eBook ...