Monday, February 13, 2012
Happy almost Valentine's Day! (giveaway)
For Valentine's Day we're (me and some dirty author cohorts) celebrating a gorgeous sexy anthology, Absolute Valentines, brought to you by House of Erotica. Yay! Isn't it pretty?
Inside you'll fine my story Polly along with tales from Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett Knight, Vanessa de Sade and many others. Please note, my lovely cohorts listed above are also doing giveaways, so click, click, click those links, folks!
My tale's very simple. Sexy sex in the kitchen of a brand new house. Every home needs to be christened, if you will, and sometimes sex in a random room is the most stimulating sex of all.
“Bacon, bacon, bacon,” Chuck sang softly. When he caught her looking at him he snapped the metal tongs at her and said, “That’s the bacon song.”
“You don’t say?” Molly fed bread into the toaster as a piece of wood popped in the wood burning stove.
The room was toasty warm and the coffee they sipped at was blazing hot. Snow tapped at the window.
“Great song, ain’t it?”
She couldn’t help but smile. The butter knife dropped from her hand and she bent to pick it up. Molly yelped with the tongs clamped the hem of her mid-thigh length nightshirt and drew it up. “What do we have under here?” Chuck asked, his voice suddenly more serious.
“Nothing!” she chirped standing.
But he didn’t drop her hem and when she looked in his eyes she saw they’d gone dark. “Exactly. Nothing. Keeping secrets, are you?”
“No.” She shook her head, swallowed hard. The steady beat of her pulse had started between her legs and a rush of wetness surprised her. No panties to catch it, so the heated juices graced the tops of her thighs. Molly chewed her bottom lip.
“What’s wrong, baby? You’re blushing. Is something going on down there?”
The tongs disappeared and he began snatching all the crisp bacon from the pan before dropping it piece by piece on paper towel. When she grabbed the toast, Chuck came up behind her, pressing his body to hers he whispered. “Are you wet under that dreadful nightshirt, baby?”
I'll give away, in honor of this lover's celebration, a pdf (or alternate format) of COUPLING: Filthy Erotica for Couples*, because it just feels right. :) (*If you already have COUPLING, you are welcome to another book off my back list. No worries!)
All you have to do to win is leave me a comment and name a room. Which is the best room/place in your home where you've had super hot sex? No worries, you don't have to share details, just give me the room. But to make everyone comfy, I'll go first:
Once upon a time, the man and I were a young couple who rented the first floor of a very large, very old house. There was even stained glass in that joint. We had one baby and no mortgage and were getting back on track sex-wise after said baby.
That baby was totally unconscious in the other room and we started getting frisky on the sofa. Like I said, hey, we were getting our sex life back from good to scorching and never made it past the middle of the living room floor. Sprawled between the entertainment center and the sofa.
I still remember that sex. Hell, I can tell you what I was wearing. A babydoll cut yellow and orange striped sundress, white cotton panties and a pair of gold summer sandals. And my hair looked I'd licked a light socket when we were done. Ah...good stuff. Pardon me while I start singing Memories and start swaying in time.
Now you tell me your room and I'll draw tomorrow on Friday for a copy of Coupling. And maybe while you're at it, you should go buy a copy of Absolute Valentines for your valentine and get busy with your significant other in the middle of the living room floor. Or dining room table. Or the staircase. Or clutching the kitchen butcher's block like my character Polly. :)
p.s. don't forget to pop in here: Victoria Blisse, Lucy Felthouse, Scarlett Knight, Vanessa de Sade