Monday, July 22, 2013

Shannon Reckler

Shannon Reckler is a southern girl at heart, who grew up in a small town in North Carolina. She currently is finishing college, and living in the mountains. Her feline, Ember, keeps her company while she is up late trying to finish whatever story is locked in her mind. She is passionate about writing as well as cooking. Nothing means more to her than her family and friends, and she can’t wait to return to her hometown someday. Shannon is a true hopeless romantic and believes in a soul mate for everyone, and that you should love as much as you possibly can. She knows life is short, and feels that there is no point in wasting it on a life you don’t want to live, so she plans to have fun and enjoy every moment.

 She took a step out into her bedroom and finally decided to face the two men that were still sleeping in her bed.
Hunk number 1, the one farthest away from her, was lying on his back with one arm outstretched. She remembered waking up with a lump under her head, and she guessed it had probably been his arm. His other arm was above his head, with his face turned toward the window. His skin was tanned, and she guessed he probably had some foreign blood in him. He had black hair that was cut short, high cheekbones, full lips and a more pointed nose.
He was definitely built in the muscles department, with an outie belly button accompanying his six-pack abs. His hips V-ed into an impressive cock that was lying flaccid on his thigh. His right leg was bent, and she could see his balls lying in between his legs. She was impressed that he was completely clean shaven. His legs were covered in a fine dusting of black hair, and even his feet were neat and clean.
Kyra bit her lips as she thought about how impressive his penis would be when it was hard. As if he felt her stare, his cock twitched and she almost felt guilty for staring. But a quick peek at both of their faces, and the soft snore that greeted her ears, told her that they were both still passed out.
Hunk number 2 was curled into the middle of the bed, like he had been holding her or was hoping she would return. Because of where she was standing, she couldn’t see his face. His hair was brown and shaggy, with a slight curl in the back. His back was muscled and lean, he seemed thinner than Hunk 1, but only slightly. His butt was shapely, and Kyra resisted the urge to caress it. She had always been a sucker for a man with an amazing ass.
Hunk 2 started to shift, and she decided to head out into the living room. She needed to find her purse and her cell phone. She quietly opened her bedroom door and shook her head at the scattering of clothes that lined her hallway.
When she found her bra, she noticed that it wasn’t just lying on the floor, but it was in two different pieces.
Seriously, what happened last night?
By this time, she was practically running into the kitchen of her apartment. It was a two-bedroom, two-bathroom place with a large living area that opened up into her kitchen as well. In the small entryway of her apartment, she found her purse lying on the table by the door. She sent up a prayer as she fished out her cell phone. She hit speed dial 3, and her phone was instantly ringing Lidia.
After a few rings, she received a groggy greeting. “What?”
“Lidia, it’s Kyra. Wake up.” Kyra moved to stand in the kitchen at the counter. Her eyes bugged as she caught a glimpse of her microwave and realized it was after 1:00 p.m. A rustling on the other end of the phone brought her back to the conversation.
“Kyra, my hero, how are the two gorgeous men?” Lidia whispered into the phone.
“Why are you whispering? And you mean to tell me you know who the men in my apartment are?”
Kyra heard more rustling, and then a door close before Lidia spoke again. “I was whispering, because although I didn’t get to leave with two gorgeous men, I still left with one and he is sleeping. And, of course I know who the men are. I tried to set you up with them and it worked.”
Kyra didn’t know how to react. “You tried to set me up with two men?” Her voice squeaked as she finished the sentence.
“I did, and you should be thanking me for it. Were they as fantastic as they look?” Lidia made a mock-growl sound and Kyra put a hand to her face.
“I don’t know, Lidia. I can’t remember a damn thing. The last thing I remember was dancing with the grabby accountant who had no moves.”
She heard a not-so-delicate snort come from her friend, and then she began to laugh out loud.
“Lidia, seriously. This is not funny. I have two naked men in my bed, and I don’t know how they got there. Why in the hell would I bring home two men? I have never done something like that in my entire life. I don’t even know if I have ever even thought about doing two men at once. And now hunk 1 and 2 are naked and snoring in my bed.” All of the panic that had been building inside of her released in one breath. Unfortunately, it just made Lidia laugh even harder.

 Jake winked at her. “Kyra, are you sure about this?”
“I am definitely sure. Now, I was hoping you would join me in bed.” She grinned. Gavin looked over at Jake, and they nodded to each other. Kyra watched in fascination as they both slipped their thumbs into the waistband of their jeans. Jake went first, stripping the denim down his legs. When he stood up, she was given the first full glimpse of his body.
He was gorgeous. His legs were toned and muscular, just like the rest of him. She couldn’t stop from licking her lips at the sight of his cock protruding stiff and proudly from his body. He was definitely impressive in size, and even from a few feet away she could see the veins roping his penis. It twitched slightly under her gaze, and she smiled seductively up at him, before she turned her attention to Gavin, who was patiently waiting.
Although he was shorter, Gavin wasn’t any less impressive. He had an easy smile on his face as he leisurely stripped his jeans from his legs. He moved slowly, giving her more of a show and she was grateful. When he stood up she had to suck in a breath. Gavin’s dick was more than impressive. Not only was he wide in girth, but he was probably at least an inch longer than Jake, who was impressive in his own right.
Kyra felt a rush of moisture hit her pussy, and she clenched her thighs together. She crooked her finger, and they both stepped forward. Jake crawled onto the bed in front of her, and Gavin moved around to slide in behind her. She was immediately surrounded by warmth.
As if reading her thoughts, Gavin whispered in her ear, “We run a higher body temperature than humans. We will always keep you warm at night.” He brushed her hair off of her neck and placed a soft kiss to her shoulder. Kyra shivered in response.
She smiled up at Jake, and began to unbutton his shirt. She had just passed her breasts, when she paused. She had the epitome of male perfection sitting in front of her, and her inner demons got the best of her.
Kyra looked up at Jake and bit her lip. She tried for a smile, but it didn’t quite work. Jake raised a hand to her cheek. “Kyra, you are beautiful. Stop whatever it is that you are thinking about. We saw your body last night, and unlike you we can remember everything.” He winked at her before he reached for the shirt. “Here, let me.” He pushed her hands aside and finished unbuttoning the shirt.
She couldn’t look up at Jake, so she watched his hands as he skillfully unbuttoned the rest of her shirt. Once it was undone, Gavin slipped the shirt down her arms. Kyra helped him take it fully off, before he tossed it on the floor.
Gavin placed a kiss on her shoulder and she leaned in, brushing the top of his head with her cheek. She looked up at Jake from underneath her eyelashes and he was smiling down at her. She reached out and he slid closer to her, placing a kiss on her opposite shoulder. Then he moved his mouth and sought her lips with his own.
She moaned at the feel of his soft lips, and he instantly took advantage of the opening. He swept his tongue inside her mouth and took full control of the kiss. She placed her hand on his side and grazed the muscles she had access to. Jake pulled away all too soon, but she became aware of Gavin’s hands rubbing circles on her back.
“You two are amazing.” Kyra smiled first at Jake and then she turned to smile at Gavin.
“Honey, you haven’t seen anything yet.” Gavin gently pulled her back so that she was lying in the middle of the bed with her head resting on the pillow. Gavin lay on her left side, and Jake on her right.
Kyra could barely contain her excitement as they both reached out and laid a hand on her stomach. Their cocks brushed her hip and her pussy clenched. She reached down and took both of their cocks in her hand. A rush of air hit both of her cheeks as they exhaled together.
“You are playing with fire, baby.” Jake’s whispered words sent chills down her spine, and made her squirm on the sheets.
“I’m pretty sure I want to get burned.”

What is your favorite film and why?
My favorite film is Dirty Dancing. I am a sucker for Patrick Swazye and the way that man can move his hips. I love that the quite awkward girl is chosen even with all of the beautiful women are around. Plus I love the bad boy angle and how fiercely he cares for Baby. I also love to dance and I would love to dance like that with such an amazing man.

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?
I'm not entirely sure, and I think I am perfectly okay with that. I recently graduated from college, moved to the city and started living life on my own. I want to settle into my life here and figure out what I really want to do. I want to further my writing and I hope to have some more books out over those five years.

What advice would you give to your younger self?
I wish I had learned that you can't please everyone and you should be living your life for you and not anyone else. I wish I had been working on making myself happier much earlier in my life.

Which famous person, living or dead would you like to meet and why?
Since I am so in love with him, I would love to meet Patrick Swazye and dance the night away.

If you could have been the original author of any book, what would it have been and why?
I would have loved to be the author of the Harry Potter series. Those books enhanced my love of reading and I know how many other kids it sparked to read. I would have loved to have that ability. Plus J.K. Rowling also is now a name that almost everyone knows and the books were made into movies. I think it would be very cool to see my work made into a movie.

Monday, July 15, 2013

Author Cindy Jacks

Prior to becoming a writer of romantic and erotic fiction, Cindy went to college at the University of Hawaii at Manoa and graduated with a BFA in Art. After a brief attempt at an art career, she decided the ‘starving artist’ life wasn’t for her. She worked for ten years in the corporate arena, but now spends her days as a full time author.
Her first published work--The Point of Distraction Series--was inspired by a collection of short stories she wrote to entertain her best friend. Since then she's explored her inner bad girl, producing books full of humor and packed with real emotion.
When not chained to her laptop, she enjoys belly dancing, international cooking, and making jewelry. She and her family make their home in the Washington, DC area.

BDSM curious, Georgia aka Red, attends a lunch meeting of the Rocky Road Social Club where she meets a dom who introduces himself as Black. Tall, caramel-skinned and truly gorgeous, Red is drawn in by Black’s commanding presence.

After one dinner together, Red agrees to explore a weekend as Black’s sub. He pushes her to the limits of pain, pleasure and beyond. Though she delights in his firm hand and even firmer lash, when Black proposes a more permanent arrangement, Red wonders if she’s ready to submit―body and soul―to the man who dominates her blackest desires.

I didn’t know what would greet me as she opened the door. I half expected heavy metal music to roar in the background and men in gimp suits or slaves on leashes to skulk around their masters’ feet, but the scene was nothing like that. Instead, a group of fairly ordinary folks milled about, cocktails and plates in hand.
Sure, there were some people with alarming piercings, some with brightly colored hair and some wearing collars, but most looked just as vanilla as the other patrons in the main dining room. And no one sported a gimp suit.
Mildly disappointed, I thanked the hostess and slipped into the room.
A beautiful older woman with dyed black hair in a black dress and black Doc Martens greeted me with a toothy smile. “Welcome, welcome. I’m Rocky and this is my little family. Nice to see a new face here.”
She took my hand and patted it.
A lump so large I couldn’t breathe formed in my throat. “I-I…”
“Relax, dear.” She rubbed my back. “You’re among friends.”
“Thanks,” I croaked. “I’m Georgia.”
“Is that how you want to be known? Most of us use choose a play name, but since this is a your first time we can go with Georgia.”
A play name? I hadn’t even thought of that. Online, I’d chosen the username “CuriousGeorgia” but I didn’t think it appropriate going forward.
I ran a hand over my auburn curls. “How about Red?”
“That’ll work.” Rocky clapped her hands, drawing the attention of the group. “Everyone, meet Red. She’s a novice so play nice…or nicely naughty.”
Some of the others flipped waves at me or smiled, but most went back to their conversations.
“Get yourself a drink and mingle a bit,” Rocky said, squeezing my shoulder. Then she waved at someone across the room. “Nice to meet you, Red.”
As soon as Rocky left, several men walked up. I felt like a wounded fish in the middle of a feeding frenzy. Sharks of all shapes and sizes schooled around me.
“Are you here to meet anyone specific?”
“Is this really your first munch?”
“What kind of play are you interested in?”
“Dom, sub or switch?”
Rapid-fire questions came from every direction and I didn’t know what to say. Searching the room for Rocky, I saw she was on the opposite side, deep in conversation.
Near the banquet table, a tall man with a caramel-colored complexion, cropped black hair and stunning bone structure stared at me. Well, not so much stared as he seemed to be drinking in the buzz around me. The cut of his shirt and slacks spoke of a man with a personal tailor. The clothing skimmed the outline of his well-maintained form without clinging too tightly. His calculating gaze pierced me. I blinked, trying to turn my attention to the bevy of men around me.
“I’m really new at this.” I put out my hands, the universal sign for back away, but this only seemed to intrigue them more.
Showing up here might have been a mistake. I’d been reticent to dive into the lifestyle for this very reason. But what did I expect? Doms dominated. It was their nature. The fable about the scorpion and the frog flashed through my mind. I felt even more absurd and out of place.
But then he materialized in the midst of the throng. Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome. A mere flick of his wrist dispersed the other men, no objections.
“Wow. Thanks.” I drew the tie of my wraparound dress through my fingers.
He stared at me without reply, handing me a flute of champagne, his hazel eyes never wavering. A gulp of the bubbly wine steadied my nerves.
“I’m Red.” I extended a hand, which he declined to shake.
“You can call me Black.” His lips twisted into a predatory grin. “Or ‘sir’ works just as well.”
My pulse quickened, pounding so hard I found it difficult to breathe. It was as if he’d drawn all the oxygen out of the room.
“What side are you on?” he asked.
The meaning of his question took a second to register―he was asking me if I was a domme or sub.
“I don’t know yet,” I mumbled.
“Oh, you know. You’re just afraid to say it aloud.” He brushed his thumb over my lips. Flinching at the overly intimate gesture, I shifted from foot to foot.
Leaning closer, he rested a hand my forearm. Fingertips brushing my skin, he murmured, “I can make you scream out which side you play on.”
A rush of breath escaped me―not so much an exhalation, but my body’s way of saying Yes, please, I’d like that very much. My cheeks burning, my cunt equally as hot, I met his gaze.
He plucked a napkin from the table, scribbling a few lines on it. “Meet me here next Friday at eight. Don’t be late.”
His stare fixed on mine, he paused a second. Maybe he was waiting for my reply or maybe the eye contact was for emphasis. My head swam, a thousand thoughts swirling around my brain. My body buzzed with excitement. Black was the one. No doubt about it.
“I’ll be there.” I took the napkin.
“I know you will.”
With that, he walked away and I watched his retreat, his confident strides hypnotic

At 8:55, I knocked on his door. I heard him moving inside the house, but he didn’t answer.
A couple minutes passed and still I stood on his porch, the crickets chirping in the cooling night air. Maybe he hadn’t heard my knock. I rang the doorbell.
Another minute or so passed and every second that ticked by left me feeling foolish. Why was he making me wait? Finally out of patience, I fished my cell phone out of my purse and hit the auto-dial for his number.
As soon as Black jerked open the door, I knew I’d made a mistake. His lips downturned, his eyes narrowed, he folded his arms over his chest.
The intensity of his stare unnerved me.
Fixing my gaze on the ground, I offered an explanation though he hadn’t demanded one, “I wanted to be sure I was on time.”
“But you aren’t on time, you’re early. Nine o’clock means nine o’clock.”
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
“Go into the dining room and sit.” He moved aside to let me pass. “To your left.”
Hurrying to do as instructed, I didn’t have much time to take in the decor of the house. Once I’d taken a seat, I studied the austerity of the mission-style dining table, chairs and china cabinet. One massive photo―at least four feet by six feet―hung on an otherwise bare wall. It depicted a close-up of a fig sliced in half. So suggestive of female genitalia was the imagery that I found myself averting my eyes, sneaking furtive glances. Every time I dared to look at it for more than a couple of seconds, my cheeks burned and butterflies flitted around my stomach.
The door clicked shut and I heard his footsteps head in the opposite direction. Then he returned, his cell phone in hand. Drawing his finger across the screen, he turned it so I could read. The glowing display showed his call log.
“Read the most recent entry,” he said.
“It says Red.”
“And is it an incoming call or an outgoing one?”
“Incoming,” I mumbled. I knew exactly what I’d done wrong.
“I said never to call me.” He grabbed me by the hair and I flinched more out of surprise than pain. He wasn’t pulling all that hard…yet.
“I’m sorry.” I looked at him out of the corner of my eye, excited by the control he exerted over me.
Setting the phone aside, he moved behind me. Leaning down, he let his lips brush past my ear. I could feel his breath on my cheek and neck. Inhaling his cologne, I closed my eyes, my heartbeat quickening.
“You don’t listen.” He tightened his grasp, shaking me a little. I gasped, the pain sharper now, the throbbing of my pussy radiating throughout my body.
I didn’t reply, struggling to suppress a smile though I couldn’t figure out just why I felt like grinning.
“What’s funny?” He tugged at my hair.
The tug hurt so much my eyes watered. “Nothing.”
“Say it. Say, ‘I don’t listen’.” His hand my head held back, forcing me to make eye contact.
“I―” My voice cracked, arousal and agony gripping my throat. “I don’t listen.”
“Do you need me to make you?”
“Yes…please.” My legs trembled, my pussy quivering at the thought of what he would do to punish me.
Pulling me up and bending me over the table, he pressed my cheek to the cool surface, hand still tangled in my hair, but he’d eased up on the agonizing hold.
The skirt I’d taken so much care to pick out wound up crumpled around my waist. He ripped off my panties then caressed the swell of my ass. I heard the jangle of his belt buckle and the whoosh of it sliding out of his belt loops. Oh God, he was going to―
I cried out and squirmed, the initial sting so intense I could hardly stand it, but he held me down.
The belt smacked against my ass, heat spreading over the entire cheek. I yelped and whimpered. A sharp burning sensation ran along the junction of my buttock and my thigh and I was sure he’d given me a welt. The thought turned me on to no end. I was bare-assed, splayed out across a table and one of the most gorgeous men I’d ever met was punishing me. Oh yes, I wanted more.
Another crack of the belt and I could feel my juices wetting my pussy lips. The pain transformed from an unpleasant sensation to the heat of a lover’s touch. Instead of a cry of objection, I moaned, writhing against the table.
“You like that?” He growled the words, his voice even deeper than usual.
“Yes.” I arched my back, thrusting my ass toward him.
“Yes, what?” He caught me by the hair again.
“Yes sir.”
He whipped my buttock again and I called out, the skin raw now. My cunt contracted, so swollen and wet he could have easily slid inside me, no more foreplay needed, but I knew he wouldn’t give me that kind of pleasure yet. I hadn’t earned it.
“Your pretty little ass is the most lovely shade of red.”
I felt him drop to his knees, running his tongue over the areas that stung the most. A hiss escaped me. Parting my labia with two fingers, he swiped at my slit.
“You’re so wet. You’re going to be fun to play with.”
I panted, desperate that he continue my training, but instead he righted my skirt and helped me up. Swiping the finger coated in my cream over my lips, he moved in for a kiss. His tongue flicked at the musky fluid then plunged inside my mouth. I inhaled the scent of pussy mingled with his cologne unable to get enough of the heady scent.

Monday, July 8, 2013

Jess Buffett

Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She married her high school sweetheart and they live on the Central Coast with their two children. Jess is a hopeless romantic who loves stories about true love that sizzle with a happy ending—which is probably a good thing given what she writes. She is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be shifters, vampires, cowboys, or the boy next door. Jess is a firm believer in soul mates, happily-ever-afters, and love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third meeting for the brain to catch up. 

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Joshua Kell signs a deal that will set his ranch up for life and then spends the night with the woman of his dreams. Waking up alone, he returns home, nursing a broken heart.

Brianna Evans struggles to overcome a horrific trauma. After two years, she's finally taking back control of her life, but she panics when she wakes up next to Josh.

Bri has to find him again, and when she does, hopes he'll understand and forgive her for running. She wants the chance to be happy again. But when a ghost from her past threatens to take everything away, Bri has to trust her cowboy will stop at nothing to keep her safe.

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Name: Brianna “Bri” Evans
DOB: September 3rd
Height: 5”10
Eye Color: Lavender
Occupation: Accountant

Bio: Bri is the daughter of a wealthy businessman. She is strong and stubborn, but finds it easy to enjoy the small things in life. For two years she has desperately fought to overcome a horrific trauma, and she is now ready to take back her life.
Food: Chocolate Roses
Color: Purple
Book: Little Women
Band: Lady Antebellum
Holiday: Christmas

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Name: Joshua “Josh” Kell
DOB: October 9th
Height: 6”6
Eye Color: Honey-Golden
Occupation: Ranch and business owner

Bio: Josh is the older, more responsible brother. Taking over the ranch when his parents passed, he has built it into a multi-million dollar business. But he is a simple cowboy at heart and is more than ready to settle down with the woman of his dreams.
Food: Lasagna
Color: Was blue, but now has a thing for Lavender
Song: Country Man by Luke Bryan
Animal: Horse
Season: Spring

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Caleb frowned, and Josh braced himself for the usual argument.
They were interrupted by a loud, feminine voice. "Sorry to interrupt, but we were wondering if you boys would mind sharing your table?"
He felt almost giddy with relief, hopefully with a little female intervention his brother would be distracted long enough for Josh to make a quick escape back to the hotel.
Lifting his gaze, Josh found three extremely attractive women standing there. The one in front wore one of those fake veils that brides-to-be wear, complete with a sash—and appeared to be drunk as a skunk. Oh, geez. Josh's eyes slid to the two other women behind her, ready to make his exit, until his gaze landed on the most vibrant lavender eyes he had ever seen.
The owner of the startling orbs stood at the back, gnawing on her full, bottom lip. Stunning, with hair so dark it almost passed for black running down past her shoulder and to her hips, Josh’s couldn’t tear his gaze away. Her eyes were what really caught Josh, though. Something in them called to him. Amusement and embarrassment at her friend shone through, but also a hint of sadness and pain, and it struck a chord deep in his chest.
As if sensing his appraisal, she locked her lavender gaze with his. Damn, she’s beautiful. She wore a knee length, sleeveless evening dress that matched her eyes and showed off her sun-kissed legs.
Never looking away, Josh pulled out the chair next to his. "Your company would be much appreciated, ma'am."
A faint blush crawled up her cheeks, and damned if that didn't turn Josh on even more.
"Th-thank you," she stammered quietly, taking the offered seat.
"Well, well. A real gentleman. Who'd have thunk'd it," slurred the bride-to-be, giggling as she plopped herself down on the chair next to the beauty. She then turned to pull the other woman into the seat next to Caleb. "Heya. I'm Charlotte, bride-to-be if you couldn't tell. And this here is my beautiful sister, Brianna."
Charlotte stroked her sister's hair, making Brianna pull away, coincidentally moving her closer to Josh. Once her chair sat right up against his, Josh noticed Charlotte stopped, before turning to face Caleb. If he hadn't been watching he would have missed the sly smile that played over the bride-to-be's lips. So, she wanted to get her sister closer to Josh. Interesting.