Sunday, February 28, 2010

Please help me welcome...

Matthew Acer McCrindle
Born: Feb 27th 2010 at 6:55pm in Scotland
10lbs, 7.5 oz.

Rejoice with me, and welcome the newest little soul into the world. Im not usually all cooey about babies, but hes my nephew and hes just perfect. Ill have more pictures of his cuteness soon!

Saturday, February 27, 2010


Yes, I have survived the sno-pocalypse! barely though. Orange county NY got hit like a SOB, and I was sans internet, cable, phone and power for almost 2 days! Thank god for my cell phone. I dont have pictures of my house, but Fondue's parents house has almost 6 feet of snow! Im here now, and I figured I would take some shots to show you guys.

So what did i do this past 2 days? I read, which was good. I got some work done by way of designing, and I organized my bedroom. So that was good. So that is why theres no Sexy Saturday sex Scene this week. I didnt have time to set one up. Dont worry, Ill have one next weekend LOL.

ooh and As I understand it, Baby Price is on the way. I got an email when I got online today from my sister last night about how she was in the hospital, the bed sucked and the chick next to her was awake reading the Art of War. So I am thinking shes been induced and that my nephew has arrived. We will know soon, and as soon as I do, you will.

Monday, February 22, 2010

Coming March 2010: new short story

Isn't the cover pretty? Its the new Arcady and Snow short story we will have out next month. The story is about Arcady visiting his grandfather Avery about something important he wants to talk about.

And the story will be on sale at ARe for 99 cents. Yep, cool stuff. So im excited. And we will have another short coming out in April probably about a fallen angel Astoroth and the woman that interests him on a night out in Vegas. Look for it soon too.

Ok back to work... just thought you would like to see the cover.


Saturday, February 20, 2010

Sssexy Saturday Sex Scene Week 7

Ok today's Contest is a snake were book scene...

Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Weresnake/paranormal
Length: Novella
Races: Weresnakes

They’d been on the bumper cars and a few other rides. Currently, Remy was throwing darts into balloons as he tried to win her a giant bear. The bear in question had a red ribbon tied around its neck, but other than that, didn’t have much going for it. It was one of those giant cross-eyed carnie bears.

Chrissy tore off another piece of candyfloss and stuffed it into her mouth as she watched him move. He was beyond sexy and he kissed like the devil himself.

“And after the hall of mirrors, we have to go and see the Snake Boy.” She smirked sarcastically. “Half man half snake…it sounds terrifying.”

He turned and grinned at her. “Rubbish! As if something like that exists!” He winked at her and threw his last dart, popping the balloon. “Sweet. We’ll take the big panda.” He motioned at the disgruntled carnie and took the bear when he gave it to him. “Thank you kindly.” He turned to Chrissy and smiled. “Well, love, I won the bear. I get a kiss don’t I?”

“Yeah, you sure do. You want it now, or do you wanna save it for later?”

“Oh, I want it now. It will be sweeter with the candy taste to it.” He smiled and moved into her, capturing her lips with his. “And I’ll take one later, too.”

Her arms wrapped around him as she pulled him into a deep kiss. The feel of his tongue on hers, tasting her, forced a deep moan from her mouth. His spicy scent surrounded her, and she pulled back breathlessly, licking her lips. “One like that?”

He growled, his eyes going python for a moment then changing back.

She grinned. “Watch yourself there, lover. You might end up in one of those tents.” She winked.

“Then you shouldn’t press me, pet. It’s your fault.” He gave her a cheeky grin and they walked off down the midway. “So, Chrissy, the monthly hunt is coming up…” he said quietly as they walked, speaking only loud enough for her to hear.

“Sorry, but it feels good to press you.” She popped another piece of candyfloss in her mouth. “It is? Good, I suppose. It’ll be good to get a proper stretch.”

“Well, usually we hunt alone, but…well, are you sentient when you change? I mean do you retain you? Some people don’t…” he rambled and looked at her, blushing slightly.

“Yeah, I stay me. It’s kinda how I’ve survived this long. You’re very cute when you’re asking something,” she remarked gleefully.

He blushed again and shook his head. “Well, would you want to hunt with me? I mean, I’d show you one of my favourite places if you want.” He looked hopefully at her.

His favourite places? “I’d love too. Just the two of us.” Her smile was warm.

He brightened. “Good. We’ll go early then. I assume you’ve honed your telepathic skills, as well?”

She winced. “Um…yeah, a little. I mean kinda…well, not really so much honed, as in…the opposite?”

“Can you use it?”

She nodded. “Sometimes.”

He nodded. “Well, we’ll just have to work on that won’t we. I, personally, can only use it when changed. Elise and Myrna, can use it any time. I think Andy can, too.”

“Practise makes perfect I guess.”

He smiled and nodded his head to the house of mirrors. “Still wanna go for it? I haven’t been in one of those things in ages.”

“Yeah, let’s.” She grabbed his hand and dragged him up the stairs. “These things used to creep me out. They kinda still do. I’ll just have to stay close to you.”

“Go on in, I’ll follow…” He stopped to give the carnie the tickets and spoke to him in hushed tones. Chrissy wondered idly just what was going on, but he followed her a second later with a grin on his face. “Shall we?”

“Sure, let’s go.”

He grinned, and they went deeper into the maze of glass, letting themselves get lost in all the reflections. Two minutes later they were in the centre, and Remy smiled as the lights around them went out, the faint glow of the blue spotlight above them bathing them in its eerie glow.

She looked at him, startled. “Is that supposed to happen?” Her instinct made her step closer to him.

“It does when you pay the carnie a hundred bucks to fulfil a fantasy.”

“Oh yeah?” A small smile graced her face. “And what would that be, babe?”

He pulled her closer and growled, his eyes turning to snake quickly. “Fucking the hell out of you surrounded by mirrors.”

Her body melted into his. “Um, god, I like the sound of that.” She hissed up at him, her eyes matching his.

“Your eyes are so beautiful, Chrissy.” Saying her name, he hissed it out so it sounded like ‘Crisssssy’. He growled and kissed her, taking her hand and guiding it to his groin where he was more than ready for her. “Say yes, Chrissy.”

She squeezed him. “Oh hell, yes!”

He groaned and moved his hands from her hips to the front of her low-rider jeans, quickly unbuttoning them and pushing them down her perfect thighs. “This would have been easier if you were wearing a skirt,” he mused as he went to his knees and pulled her pants to her ankles, helping her step out of them. “But I see you don’t wear underwear, so that’s good.” He kissed the seam of her thighs and slipped his tongue out, travelling higher ‘til it was deep between her soft folds. He groaned and sucked lightly.

She bucked and moaned, her hips moving of their own accord to press into him. The sensation his tongue provided was beyond amazing, and her hands went to his head to steady herself.

He chuckled into her and worked her a bit more before pulling back. “It’s your choice, pet, I can keep going, or…” He let his voice trail off and looked up to her, his eyes still very python and very male.

She shivered and licked her lips. “I want to watch you fuck me, baby.”

He smirked and came off his knees grabbing her behind the thighs and lifting her with him. He moved to a rather large mirror and pushed her back against it, licking his lips. “You taste so fucking good baby. Remind me to finish what I started at a later date.” He kissed her, and she tasted herself as his hands worked his belt and pants open quickly. He deepened the kiss as he slid into her wetness, and she was indeed more than ready for him.

She cried out as he filled her.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.”

She grabbed the top of the mirror to steady herself as her legs wrapped tightly around him. Her lips met his as they kissed deeply.

He kept his eyes looking past her while he worked her flesh, one hand holding her hip, the other’s thumb playing a melody on her clit. He growled and fucked her hard, his pumping relentless and brutal. “You have got the best pussy, pet, and it’s all mine. You’re all mine.” Remy nuzzled the collar of her T-shirt over and his mouth found the mark from the night before, and he bit down on it, reinforcing his claim.

“Oh, yes!” She threw back her head, screaming, and came hard. “Please…” Her body bucked above him. Her lips moved down his face and neck, licking and kissing him.

He moved further to the side to give her room the reach the skin under his T-shirt from his collar and hissed, his pupils going to slits. His hand playing at her clit went further down and parted her pussy even more than his thick cock was, stretching her nerves tight, and his thumb went back to the circles on her clit.

She shivered and screamed, biting down on his offered flesh making him hers as she came violently around him. Her bite deepened, and her hands fell around his neck.

Magic swirled around them like thick cotton. They could both see it in the reflections, their auras, his a pale green, hers a stunning yellow, mixing around them. They were bound by life forces, now and forever. He shuddered and panted, finally letting go of her skin. “God, that was epic,” he said and looked down at her grinning.

Her body went limp in his arms, completely spent. “You can say that again,” she murmured against his shoulder, her pink tongue lapping at his wound.

“Baby? You have to see your shoulder.” He turned them so that she could the scrolling design that was where he had bit her in the side mirror peeking out from her stretched collar.. “That’s really fucking cool.”

She frowned. “Yeah, if not a little odd, should that happen?”

He shrugged. “Maybe. I haven’t ever been mated before. What does mine look like?”

She pulled back, grinning. “It’s the same, only bigger.”

He kissed her and pulled out of her slowly. “Fantastic. I think we should go, don’t you? We got some more tickets…” he said, smiling at her.

She kissed him and slipped down his body. “Yeah, we still have to go look at the freaks. Think there are any bearded ladies?” Her body bent double as she quickly slipped her jeans back on. “Well, that was quite a fantasy you had there.”

He fixed himself, tucking his cock and shirt into his jeans, zipped up, and smirked. “Made more memorable thanks to you, Mate.”

She grinned at him, worrying her bottom lip. “Yeah…Mate.” Oh god…Mate.

He kissed her sweetly and wrapped his arm around her waist, steering her towards the mirror exit.

Ok so what do you think? you know the deal, comment on what would be playing in the background (and bear in mind remy would NEVER listen to hip hop or r&b) and comment with your answer. Sunday Ill pick a winner. Good luck everyone!

Thursday, February 18, 2010

Birthdays and updates!

Today is Audra's 26th birthday. My little sister is growing up so fast! LOL. She is still preggers, and is a week overdue, do today starts Operation Evacuation, cuz shes tired of being pregnant. We told her balsamic vinegar on her salad and all will be well. Shes also eating pineapple curry to bring on the labor. Personally I think shes crazy, I would wanna hold back that shit cuz I'm a pussy when it comes to pain. So happy birthday Audra, 26 is a damn good year!

Everything is done for RT on my end, pins have arrived, packages have been made, and everything has been packed. I swear if I wasnt this organized nothing would get done. Im going to be at a few more cons this year, LunaCon, BaltiCon, ConTEXT and AlbaCon, as well as AAD. So much fun, I love con season! I'll be promoting Entwined by Fate mostly, as well as the demons.

Audra and I talked last night for over an hour, and I'll be on the phone with her today. It looks like we will be working through email (So VERY slowly) on Drakes book and a short story about a fallen angel and a regular angel in NYC. I'm happy that she couldn't stay away. Shes creative and needs the creative outlet. Yay for that.

I have been writing on the Dagmar end, and have gotten a lot put to paper so to speak, so I'm happy that those characters are talking.

Ooh and get this... Tease is going to be giving away free books through ARe the first week of March. You will be able to get Sugar and Sin for free for 24 hours! Stay tuned for the day. Tease will be giving away books from: Selena Illyria, Tilly Greene, Diana Castilleja, Dorlana Vann, Kayleigh Jamison, Cat Johnson, Diane Merlin, Karen Michelle Nutt, Desiree Lee, Cara North and one short by Dagmar Avery. Its a great way to get hooked on new authors So STAY TUNED!

Thats All, Im still thinking about doing this weekends Sexy Saturday sex scene... not sure if I should or not. we will see.


Sunday, February 14, 2010

Two for the price of one: S4 week 6

Ok weird one. I had thought this was going to get more people into this... Both stories are really naughty and sexy and just the right length for a satisfying read.

So the winners...

For the Hot Rio Nights: TAMSYN with Dicipline by NIN

We chose:Possession by Sarah McLachlan

For Lady Luck the winner is Book Goddess 1

Your Body IS a Wonderland by John Mayer

We chose: Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

Congrats to the winners. Email me at and Ill send you the e copies. Not sure If Im going to do this next week though... we will see...

Saturday, February 13, 2010

S4 Valentines weekend special contest

In honor of Valentine's Day, I have decided to do 2 excerpts to get your smexiness going. two different stories, but both are shorts that we have done. The first is from our Devas series, something you will get more of in the next year.


In Hot Rio Nights, Gibson, a Shadow Demon is on shadow walk (wandering) and ends up in Rio during Carinvale. She meets a man named Derrek and he poses her with a dare: Take a potion he has and submit to him. This scene is just after their first little encounter.

Hot Rio Nights
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Length: Short story
Races: Shadow Demons, Deva

He took her hand and stood, zipping himself back in. "You were excellent. Definitely first rate. How do you feel now? Can you feel the potion working through you?"

She leaned back, slipping her knees to the side and propped herself on the carpet with her right hand, feeling the tight weave of the carpet. Maybe it was the potion, but the mans voice just had a hypnotic sting to it, and she slid her arm so she was lounging on the floor, looking up the perfect line of his body. "I don’t know what it is, but I think its you." she smiled.

Amusement shone in his eyes. "What is me?"

"Your voice. Ummm its perfect."

"No doubt." He sat back down.

She watched him, her body screaming with need to touch him, to hear him speak again. As the demon she was, she wouldn’t beg him for anything, but as the potion slithered around her veins, she was coming closer to being the begging wanton mess she knew he wanted. Well it wasn’t going to happen without help, and she was not the kinda girl to just do something like this on her own. She was a princess, and princesses didn’t show weakness.

He smiled at her then stood, lifting his glass with him. "Why don’t we go inside pet."

She nodded and started to get up off the cushy carpet.

He smiled down at her. "Perfect, this way..." He turned his back to her and walked into the house.

The house was stylish, in keeping with its owner, it was masculine, and modern, with hints of the old world charm of the city. Derrek's house was a reflection of himself. She started to tell him this, but her tongue refused to work for her. Every sensation she felt was amplified, the wind coming through open villa doors, the feel of the ground beneath her naked feet, and as she walked through the darkness of the alcove into the candle lit room beyond, the tingles of the shadows and her magic pulling at her. It was all erotic, and she shivered.

He took her to the kitchen area and leaned casually against the counter.

Talking wasn’t an option for her. Her body was on edge, her power not leaking from her, Shadow demons rarely leaked, but she felt it around her like an aura. Whatever it was she drank, it had to be the reason; she never lost control like this. The need for direction was strong and just watching the man in front of her was making her fingers itch to touch him. She swallowed and gave a slight whisper. "What now?"

"Now? Tell me, what would you like to do now?"

"Anything... anything you want." she panted, her body moving closer to his.

He smiled sexily, keeping his silence

His silence was indeed killing her. She reached him and placed a finger on his exposed chest, smiling.

"Anything I want? Pet, I know you'll do anything I want. I want know what you want to do, right now..."

He was playing with her and she knew it. She had very little of her normal self available, and she was going to have to try to regain more to prove the potion didn’t work as well as he was thinking. She moved her fingers and pushed his shirt aside, exposing his intricate tattoo. "What’s this mean?" she asked, following the outline with her fingertip.

"What makes you think it has any meaning at all?" He shook his head. "Answer my question."

The command hit her. "I want.. I want to see this beautiful body of yours. I wanna strip you naked, and kneel at your feet. I want to do anything you want me to do."

He smiled, clearly pleased by her answer. "Well then, what are you waiting for?"

She licked her lips and shuddered, her fingers making quick work of his shirt buttons and pushing it off his shoulders. Derrek was magnificent; the tawny skin covering his muscles, the sparse hair on his now exposed arms, and the trim line of hair dipping under his pant line, making the outline of his perfectly toned abs more startling. He had a few more tattoos and she wondered idly what they meant. They weren’t anything she had ever seen.

His pants were next, and the zipper and button of the linen pants didn’t give her any resistance as she grabbed the material on each hip and pulled down, slipping to her knees and looking up to him, getting the pants off his legs so he stood gloriously naked in front of her. He was prefect everywhere.

"I think I like having you at my feet, pet." He commented as his hand flicked out to catch a lock of her hair. He bent down pulling on her hair so that his lips brushed her ear. "Now, I want you to strip for me, if you do well you'll get a reward and praise, if not...well a night without the release your body so desires is a harsh punishment."

Gibson shuddered and moved back from him licking her lips and slipped her shirt off her arms and turned, making a little show of her stripping, slowly taking her shirt off and then working slowly on her skirt, sliding it down her hips inch by inch. When she had her clothes in a pile next to her she went back to her knees and looked hopefully at him.

His heated gaze moved appraisingly over her body. "Very good." His hands darted out to her shoulders pulling her close to him. "You are such a treat Starla Gibson, one to be savored indeed." He brushed his lips against hers. "Tell me pet, how wet are you? Can you feel yourself drenched with need? It is oozing out of you, between your clenched thighs?"

Derrek’s words ran through her and she nodded, shaking slightly. Everything he had done has been a tease to her, and he had truly yet to touch her after the car ride. Her body was riding that hard edge, between frustration and arousal, and all she could do to not beg him to take her was to keep her mouth shut. She wanted him badly, and knew her resolve was wearing thin.

He smiled. "You know, here in Brazil we tend to answer direct questions with words." He mused, his fingertips playing lightly with the skin on her arms.

She shivered and swallowed, trying to speak without too much need in her voice. "You make me very wet Derrek."

"So it would seem, you're shivering...your whole body’s on edge. It knows what it wants."

Next, we have a extremely hot scene from our short story Lady Luck. This is about a shadow demon named Jake and a jenai, or female genie named Nina. In this book, Jake is a gambler, and Nina, as a Jenai can give him the luck he wants, only she doesnt know he knows what she is, and thinks he thinks shes just a stripper...

Lady Luck
Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Erotic Paranormal
Length: Short story
Races: Shadow Demon, Jenai

She couldn't believe him. That's what she got for going out with a guy she knew nothing about, and coming to a casino of all places. She knew it was going to end badly when they walked into the place, never mind the luscious way the man moved in his jeans. Well, this was the last time she was going to think with her sex drive. All it did was get her into trouble, and the fetching piece of man probably thought she was crazy.

She wasn't, however. As a Jenai, she knew how powers backfired. Losing every hand she played was not any way to endear herself to a seasoned, hardcore gambler. Not that she should care about the rogue, but he spoke to her, seemed to really get her.

To disappoint him like that, well, it was better that he thought she was crazy than for him to know the real reason. It was killing her to walk away, after meeting and being in the presence of such raw maleness. Jake was pretty much the physical embodiment of everything she though was sexy: powerful, calculating, sexy, eyes and lips that sin had a hand in creating, a body that made her drool, and a carefree look at life. He was everything she couldn't be, everything she reigned in because of her nature, and it called to her with neon lights. Jenai were lucky in being able to choose who they used their powers for; no carpets ruled their powers. Except for a few minor rules, like not using their powers for their own ends, Jenai had it the best out of the Wish races. Jake was the kinda guy she could choose, could make a very rich man indeed.

But, his insistence in her doing exactly what her powers dictated she not do was a little unnerving. It was like slipping down a flight of stairs on prom night. As a gambler's companion one had to be seen as good luck, but something as embarrassing as losing a large sum of money, something any great gambler didn't do, was akin to relationship suicide. Not that she ever thought to have a relationship with a gambler before, but Jake was different. Jake was meant for something better then the tables; he just didn't know it.

A relationship wasn't what she had in mind, anyway. Though any other Jenai would argue that Nina had wanted to belong to a gambler, else why would she be living and working in the biggest gabling town this side of Monte Carlo? No, no that wasn't it. I needed to get away from everything, she told herself as she reached the palms just before the bank of elevators they passed on the way in. Why else have I abstained from the casinos and fast talkers till now?

The answer was simple: because none of them had sought her out. This one had and he wasn't old and overweight. He wasn't really mean or callous, either. He found her and was intent on showing her a good time, Vegas style. No doubt any normal woman would have jumped at it. She sighed and shook her head as she realized that her freak out was not what other normal women would do, and she probably just blew her chances on what was probably the most sincere guy she had met since she moved there.

Fuck that; don't feel sorry for yourself, Nina!. If he were worth it he wouldn't still be sitting at the table, probably laughing at you. That thought brought her ire back to full strength. Serves her right for thinking a night out would be harmless to her ego or her person. It was when she felt the hand on her upper arm that she turned, ready to knock out whoever was unlucky enough to touch her.

Jake let her arm go, holding his empty hands up in defense. "Whoa there, Nelly! Don't just run out on me; it was just a game of cards. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

"Then don't push me. If I say no I mean no," she said with a definite edge of anger in her voice. She was excited that he came after her, but she wasn't going to let him off easy. "Or is it that you don't hear the word no often enough?"

"Oh, I hear it often enough. Generally it doesn't apply to me though." He smiled jokingly. "I just have a problem understanding why anyone would be so against gambling. You're not one of those weird types, are you?"

"I have nothing against gambling, Jake. I just don't want to do it myself, okay? Can you respect that?"

"I guess I could. Do I get a reason?"

"I just don't want to. Take it as that," she said quietly. "Look, I ruined your evening, I'm sure. You didn't get in a playing groove, so I guess it wasn't like I lost you money due to concentration. I'm just going to go."

"You don't have to go. We can do something else. I'm just having a hard time figuring out why you wouldn't want to gamble. I mean, it wasn't like it was your money to lose. If somebody gave me a free pass at a casino, you wouldn't see me for dust. I just don't see what kind of enjoyment you can get from watching me play. As fine as I am, you might want your own bit of glory." He looked put out.

She was going to have to play it right if she was going to salvage anything of this evening, a thing she wished for desperately. "Haven't you ever seen James Bond? The women that sit and watch, behind their man, looking pretty and demure, distracting the competition?"

"I'm no Bond, Peaches, and this is real life."

"You could be Bond, and who's to say a woman sitting behind you wouldn't give you the edge? I mean, not to sound full of myself, but I'm not a wallflower."

"Oh, yeah? And how is that?"

"A beautiful woman captivates men. Hell, the older and balder a guy is, a woman just has to bat her eyelashes and she's got his full attention. I'm a stripper, Jake. I know how to work men."

He nodded thoughtfully, then smiled. "And just how would you work me? Not that you don't already have my full attention."

Nina faltered. There was something in the way he said it, something that screamed to her, not just her body, but her soul. "I..." she stammered and then recovered quickly, not wanting him to see how he affected her. "Well, you're not an overweight, middle-aged balding down on his luck guy, are you? That's who I usually ensnare with my considerable charms."

He shrugged, a graceful movement of his shoulders. "I could be considered down in my some." He took a step closer to her, and she watched his tongue slide along his bottom lip.

"Hardly, Jake. You have the airs of a man who's up and coming."

"I suppose we'll have to see about that." He smiled, clearly pleased by her statement.

"I suppose. I shouldn't keep you. Enjoy your night, Jake. I know you'll win big."

"And how would you know that?"

"Call it a hunch," she said and winked. She touched his shoulder, and knew as she did that a little of the power governing her race slipped to him in the process. After sex with her, he'd own the tables, own anything he chose to do, but the touch was enough for the evening.

His hand snaked out and grabbed her waist, pulling her small frame towards him while keeping her hand on his shoulder. "And what if I'm done with cards for the night?"

She shuddered in his embrace and licked her lips. "Well, if that's true, your night just opened up. What else did you have in mind?"

"I have a pretty good idea, but it's a gamble of another kind."

His arm tightened around her, punctuating his intention. She couldn't ignore his insinuation or the way her body felt standing so close to him. "What kind of gamble?" she asked in a breathy whisper.

"I don't think it's one that you'd mind. It's the kind that would leave us both completely satisfied—if it paid off." He grinned, inching closer, and pressed his lips to hers.

This felt right. This man, grifter, this sexy risk-taker kissing her, felt like the most natural thing in the world. Men before him, and she was sure, men after him, wouldn't feel this good or this right. No one ignited that fire burning within her. No one but Jake. Not even twenty-four hours and she was ready to forget every precaution she set for herself, including hiding her powers, to have him for always. She moaned and rubbed against him in invitation.

The elevator opened, and he guided her back into it. They had the whole place to themselves, and it didn't take him long to press her up against the far wall. His hands slipped down her body, cupping her ass and lifting her, giving her enough room to wrap her stocking-covered legs around him.

Well, if nothing else, Jake didn't waste any time. She smiled down at him and nipped his bottom lip, squeezing with her thighs. "Your room better be on one of the top floors, or we are going to have to hit the run stop."

"Already on it," he chuckled, reaching back and slamming his fist against the big button. "That should buy us some time."

That little move was going to get them in some trouble, but if Jake was as high a roller as she thought, it wouldn't matter. "Perfect," she said and kissed him soundly, his hand on her thighs, slipping quickly up under the silk of the dress, his fingers catching on the garter.

He licked his lips, looking her over. "My thoughts exactly." His long fingers slipped under her, ghosting over her clit before teasing her open.

His touch was electric, sending a warm feeling of contentment through her. She purred at the invasion and threw her head back. It had been a while since she had let a man touch her, and Jake working her body so expertly further enforced that feeling of rightness. It was like he knew her already. "Jake," she sobbed, her nipples cresting to visible peaks through the dress in silent invitation.

Freeing a hand from her, he made short work of her dress, pulling it up and over her head. Discarding it behind him, he kissed down her neck, taking care to nibble lightly on the sensitive spot just at the crook of her neck.

All but nude in a stopped elevator. Nina's exposed skin was chilled by the air conditioning—the thigh highs and garter, and her heels the only things left after he snapped her underwear off, ripping the scant material, making her feel...Jake knew how to get a girl's wild streak to the forefront. She was a closet risk-taker, but damn this was beyond what she would think. "Well this is hardly fair," she murmured into his hair and breathed in his clean and intoxicating scent. Her body keened with an energy that, if he played this right, would turn into the best good luck charm he would ever have.

He moved his head back, amusement flashing in his eyes. "Fair? What exactly would you suggest for evening up the score?" His thumb lightly stroked her clit.

She purred, "Umm, well I'm naked and exposed and you still got everything on. How's that fair, Jake?"

"Not completely naked." He bent his head, taking a pert nipple in his mouth, scraping it against the rough lace of her bra to prove his point.

She gasped and dug her fingers into his hair, holding him there. "True, but I'm still at a loss...gods, that's fantastic."

His tongue circled her nipple. "So, what would you like me to take off? I'm a little harder to undress." His voice was light and teasing, but his eyes her were full of deep heat.

“True...we'll take care of that later," she said as she nimbly undid the buttons of his shirt and slipped her hands under the material, feeling his skin, her body screaming to get closer to his.

He groaned, pressing her harder against the wall. "Oh, I know we will." He unclasped her bra, ducking his head under it and sucking her nipple into his mouth, this time unhindered by the lace. He lavished attention on it before moving to the other. "Gods, you taste like heaven." He pulled back from her a little, the bra wrapped around his head, and he smiled triumphantly. "And I was right about the peaches." Winking, he buried his face once again in her chest.
She giggled and threw her head back, arching as he nibbled, a desperate moan leaving her mouth. He was a terrific tease and she told him so.

"I'm no tease, pet, I always deliver on all of my promises." She heard him unzipping his pants, then felt his hot, hard flesh grinding on her clit where his thumb had been. "Now, tell me what you want, Peaches." His long fingers speared her deeper as if for emphasis. "In great detail.

So, What did you think? get your blood racing? I thought so. So rules are the same, comment and suggest songs for EACH scene and the winner (and there will probably be two) will get the E copy of the book. If we get 25 or more, the winner of Lady Luck's song will get a print copy as I have that in print here. Good Luck and happy Valentines day! I will be picking winners around 5ish on Sunday!

Friday, February 12, 2010

Must needs this jacket dress.

Ok I LOVE this jacket. Its so completely me, and the kind of crazy style I love to wear. Isn’t it cute?

It’s totally one of the core pieces you NEED for your wardrobe. I’m a huge fan of odd clothing and the truth is I would wear this as a top with a cute skirt and knee high boots and make a cute costume out of it. And I love the fact that it’s black and just a little bit shiny. Its something you could wear to a concert or, if your like me, to a convention. And the buttons on the front? OMG So cute.

I think the bustle in the back is my favorite part though, cuz it give it the goth flair but also the steampunk and burlesque flair as well. So many possibilities for this piece my mind is awash with them. Since its so basic, you can dress it up with anything that will compliment the kinda look your going for. Wings, Keys, skulls.. the jewelry choices are endless. Im planning to wear my cute gear heart pin with it. And what’s cooler? The design was something submitted to the company. I love the design, and can’t wait to wear this. I have other clothes from this company, and I love them.

You can get the piece HERE... Chic Star is my new favorite store to shop online.

Monday, February 08, 2010

S4 Week 5 Winner

Hey guys!

Sorry Its late, but with the superbowl and all, I got caught up in all the hub bub.

Anyway, this weeks winner is LADIESWORD with Keren Ann - "Que N'ai Je"

For us, we used So Alive by Love and Rockets for this scene so it fit the vibe.

Winner, please email me at and Ill get the book to ya.

Next weekend, we will have something from a short story called Hot Rio Nights AND one from a short called Lady Luck. You will will 2 books!

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Sexy Saturday Sex Scene week 5

Hey all! this weekend is a fun one as we have an impromptu party going on at our friends blog, and of course, the naughty Saturday sex scene here. So who is ready to rock the weekend demonstyle?

The Gutter Girls
The sexy bitches over at the Gutter Girls are having a Eververse Saturday, and they want YOU to come and play with them! So start your day here and go help us celebrate!

Today's S4 offering is from our first demon book in the Eververse, Sugar and Sin. In this one, You will have Fallon, a teleport demon in a very sexy scene with the love if his life, Astrid, a very sexy witch.

Stella and Audra Price
Genre: Dark Erotic Paranormal Romance
Length: NOVEL
Races: Demons, Humans, Psychics, witches


"You’re late, cookie," was the first thing he heard as he walked into the room.

Astrid was sitting on the couch, her legs crossed and her arms folded. Fallon took something out of the bag, then set it down, and knelt down in front of her, looking up into her eyes pitifully.

"I'm sorry, vixen. Forgive me?" He pouted slightly, giving her puppy eyes as he took her bare foot into his hand and began to gently massage it.

She made a small noise of pleasure. ”I can never stay mad at you." She looked to the bag and raised an eyebrow. "Did you bring me toys?"

He lifted her foot up to his mouth and placed a kiss on it then grinned at her.

"I might have, but they are for later. Feyd was telling me about Lorna coming over. He and Ashlyn just left. Have you been keeping yourself amused in my absence?" He looked to the pool table. The balls had been haphazardly set up, and the cue stick was lying on the table.

She followed his gaze and shrugged. "Not really. I really can't play. I tried setting them up."

"Would you like me to show you, vixen?"

"Sure, why not?"

They both went to the table, and he started to set up the balls. "You see, it’s different for different games. We’ll start with Eight Ball. It’s arranged like this.” He moved the colored balls around in the rack. “The black one goes in the middle—that’s the eight ball. In the bottom corners, you have one stripe and one solid. The rest just go in at random. Got it so far?" He looked up, and she nodded convincingly, even though he knew she was looking at his ass. He finished setting up the balls and stood behind her, holding the cue thoughtfully.

"Have you ever held a pool cue in your hands before?"

"Yeah, I kinda know how to play, just not well."

He threaded the cue through her hands and showed her how to hold it correctly. He leaned her forward slightly, and she moved back against him, her bare legs smooth against the roughness of his jeans. He took a few shots, guiding her hands to where they should be. A few balls went in, but Astrid let go of the cue, placing her hands where she thought they should be. She turned around in the circle of his arms and kissed along his jawline.

"Cookie," she whined, pouting her lip at him.

He let the cue fall to the floor and looked at her, a question in his eyes. "Vixen?"
"I want you, now. Give my body the attention that it craves."

Typical demanding vixen. I love you for it. Letting his amusement show in his eyes, he bent down to her and gently bit the soft mound of flesh just at the top of her breast. She arched into him, and he pulled back.

"Je vous aime, la vixen."

"I love you, too, and I love it when you speak French." She jumped on him, wrapping her legs around him. One of his hands automatically went to the small of her back to support her while the other slid under the hem of her dress and tucked something into her panties, making sure that it went where he wanted it to go and stayed there. She moaned into his mouth and grabbed hands full of his hair, pulling her self higher up onto him.

"Take me now," she murmured into his mouth.

He bumped her higher up onto him so that her molten heat was centered on the bulge of his trousers. She tightened her legs, forcing what little space there was between them to lessen. He groaned as his cock began to protest its imprisonment. She was the only one that could do this to him. Force his hand and make him lose control. He pulled a slender control out of his pocket and switched it to low. She pulled back from the crushing kiss and looked at him, blinking in surprise, taking a moment to figure out where the vibrating sensation she felt was coming from. He grinned and flicked the dial up higher, and she collapsed moaning in his arms.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. Oh, God…Fallon, please." He moved the dial down a little and set her on her feet.

"I want you to stand on your own, vix. You got me?" Not waiting for an answer, he went to the bag and pulled out a silk scarf. He walked back to her, concealing the piece of silk from her view.

"Now, close your eyes."

He tied the silk scarf over her eyes and kissed the back of her neck. "Now I don't want you to move. If you move from that spot, you will be punished. Understood?"

She nodded weakly then licked her lips and answered hoarsely. "Yes. Understood. Good punished or bad punished?"

He chuckled into the base of her neck. Typical vixen. "Bad, vixen. Very bad. I'll tie you up on top of the table and tease you, giving you enough pleasure to keep you aroused. But no more than that. I'll fuck you with my tongue but not my dick. I'll bring you to the brink but never over it. I'll do that for hours and hours, until I'm satisfied that you have been suitably punished."

She tried to lean into him, but he danced out of the way. "That doesn't sound so bad. Besides you're always impatient when it comes to me," she purred.

He laughed silently and shook his head. Instead of answering her, he flicked the control to high. Her knees buckled instantly. He watched as she caught herself on the table. "Understood, vixen?" he asked, the amusement clear in his voice.

She whimpered and nodded again. He stepped in close to her, peeling her dress straps away from her shoulders to reveal her breasts. He rolled her already hard nipples in his calloused hands before shimmering to the other side on the table, leaving her standing there alone and exposed.

He looked at her from across the table. She would do anything he wanted. She stood there, a slight tremor running through her whole body, using both her hands on the pool table to steady herself. Her large, perfect breasts shuddered with every uneven breath she took. The black silk scarf was doing its job; she had no idea where he was. The room was silent. The only noise was that of the small vibrator resting gently on her clit.

Grinning, he shimmered behind her and lightly stamped his foot to make a noise. She jumped and turned her head toward him, her hands still grasping at the table for support. He shimmered back to his original position and watched her. He loved to watch her like this and loved knowing that he caused it. The way her body trembled with uncertainty, the heat that he knew would be in her blue eyes once the silk was removed. Just the very sight of her, her face turned away from him, her body straining to be touched, made him want to go to her and end it, but he held back. It took a hell of a lot more effort, but he wasn't done playing yet.

"Did I ever tell you about Miami?"

Her head jerked around. "No. Come over hear and tell me." Her voice was breathy, and the smile she was wearing promised him everything. She was enjoying herself as he knew she would be.

He walked around the table to once again stand behind her. He grasped her hips with his strong hands and guided her back, so her ass was flush against his now-throbbing cock. Nuzzling the back of her neck, he growled into her satin-like flesh. He inhaled her sent and sighed it out onto her bare shoulders, provoking a shudder from her.

"I love the smell of you when you’re hot for me. Did you know that? Normally, you smell like fresh green apples, but when you’re turned on, you smell and taste like the ripest red apple I've ever seen, just ready to be eaten. Did you know that?" He slipped his hand under her short dress and slid her wet panties down her legs. The vibrator fell uselessly to the floor, its purpose having been served. He kept his fingers on her, not doing anything more than holding her, letting her wetness seep out onto his hand. She wiggled at the contact but clearly wanted more.

"Miami, cookie?"

"Yes, vixen. Miami. It was a few years ago before I had the pleasure of knowing you. I was invited to watch by four…interesting young women. How could I refuse? They were most insistent." He began to move his slick fingers over her, touching all of her, but not paying specific attention to any one part. He was enjoying the feel of her, studying her with his hands as if he were a blind man with a Braille book.
"So, I went with them and watched, for a while."

"You joined in?" She was getting wetter and wetter at his words. He began to circle his fingertips around her, keeping her aroused for his story. "Yes, I did, vixen. I left every one of them a very happy woman."

"All four?" She groaned under his ministrations.

"Yes, I took them all, and they offered themselves up to me. Would you like me to tell you what I did to each of them?"

"Hmm, did they scream your name?" She leaned against him, giving him a better angle.
"Every one of them did." He slid a finger into her tight warmth, and she shuddered, so tight and warm. His finger started to work her hard from inside and out, his thumb drawing gentle circles on her clit. She bucked and threw her head back against him. "Will you scream my name? I want to hear that. I need to hear that. Come for me, my vixen. Scream my name," he whispered into her ear.

She came violently, screaming his name, just as he'd asked for. Only his arm supporting her kept her upright. He held her as she caught her breath. Once she could breathe and stand on her own, Fallon took off the blindfold and his own clothes, showing himself firm and upright.

"Oh, Fallon. You are amazing and happy to see me." Astrid grinned at him, her eyes glowing with lust. She started to take the dress off, but he stopped her.

"No, I like it like that. It covers, but it doesn't. Climb on the table." His voice was low and throaty, more of a growl, and she didn't hesitate. She was up on the table, legs open wide waiting for him. He hopped on the table and crawled over to her, turning her to face the window. He forced her up and onto her knees and positioned himself behind her, teasing her swollen opening with his throbbing cock.

"Is this what you want, vixen? You want all of this inside you? all of me inside you?" He quivered at the heat that radiated from her core. It passed over him as if he were already sheathed inside her. Whimpering, she tried to back up onto him, but he held her hip firmly in place.

"Ah, no. That's very naughty. Tell me, is this what you want? To feel me inside of you as far as I can go? You can take all of me, vixen. Few can. Do you want me to show you just how deep I can go?" He pushed himself over her clit, and she groaned.

He moved back to her center and positioned himself, so all he needed was one quick thrust to be inside her.

"Yes, Fallon…yes. I want all those things. Show me, lover, please."

And with those words, he entered her, not waiting for her to loosen up, knowing just how she liked it. His pace was mercilessly fast, but he couldn't have slowed down if he tried. Astrid's small gasps and moans only encouraged him.

"Vous vous sentez si vous mouille, donc chauffer, donc tendu.” Vixen, you feel so wet, so warm, so tight. The sound of flesh on flesh cracked through the room. He turned her to face the street, with the light so bright the whole room was exposed to anybody who could be watching below.

"Is there anyone in the street below, watching us? Watching you while I thrust myself deep inside of you?" Her noises changed slightly, and he smiled, knowing that he had hit her spot. He changed his pace but kept the angle and found himself close to letting go.

"Tell me, my vixen, are you close?" His thoughts clouded over. All that mattered was that he go as hard and fast into her as he could.

"Yes…yes, oh, Fal, so close. Please, harder, faster…need…need you to…"

Couldn't slow if I tried, vix.
He felt her tighten, and he lost himself, pounding into her as she came around him. He found his own release as her hot body squeezed every last drop from him.

"So, was there anybody watching outside?" he asked as soon as his breath was back. He pulled out of her and watched as their mixed juices ran from Astrid onto the pool table before lying down next to her. She laid her head on his chest and played with the line of hair under his belly button.

"There were a few. You think they'll leave money at the door?"

"They’d better, but the show was for us, not them. I think we stained the table."

So thats it for this week, What do you think is playing in the background for this naughty scene? Comment with your choice here (And ONLY Comments with song suggestions will be eligible for the prize) and you might win! Winner is chosen on Sunday at 5pm! Good Luck and have fun!

ooh and If we get 25 comments we will give away 2 books, One print and one e book (so that means we can do both domestic and international!)

Have fun!