Tuesday, July 31, 2012

A hefty and a freebie...

Yay! look at all the angles, baby! Guess what came yesterday? Did you guess the awesome, quite hefty, compilation of my Zombie Exterminators from Resplendence Publishing? You did? You. Are. A. Genius! I must say, it's my weightiest book--beat only by Wanderlust, which might not even be true. I'll have to use my new scale to weigh them ;) The exciting part is the book contains We Kill Dead Things, No Guilt and Lunatic Fringe all in one volume. One stop shopping with a smoking good cover.Just holding it makes me want to get cracking on #4 and ironically, I had a pretty good idea for that book the other day.

Now on to the freebie...
Right now, as we speak, right. This. Moment (gasp): The Highest Bidder, my second novella in the Secret Library is availalble on Kindle for free! Don't have a Kindle? Amazon offers Kindle for PC, you just follow the directions and boom, book on your 'puter. Awesome.

Get it for free in the US:
Get it for free in the UK:

If you like it, please take a second to click LIKE, tag it if you are into that kind of thing, and even drop me a review. It would be much appreciated by yours truly. The girl who thinks she might need more coffee. All these exclamation points have tuckered me out. Have a lovely day!


Monday, July 30, 2012

to the letter...

Letters Play Important Roles in our Lives
That's how you should follow guidelines. True story. If you want to have the best possible shot of getting your work accepted you should follow the guidelines to the T. But everyone knows that right? (Well, you'd be surprised. Just read THIS). I'm going to take it one stop further and say, "Always include a cover letter."

This little bit of wisdom (pardon me while I choke on that word related to self, but hey, it's the only word I can think of) comes from the fact that multiple times I've received submissions with absolutely NO cover letter. Not even a short two line:

"Dear Editor Person,

Attached is my story AWESOME STORY for your anthology call AWESOME ANTHOLOGY CALL.

Thank you for your time and consideration.

Author Type Person"

Do you know how long that just took me? Four and a half seconds. I timed myself.

Now, your typing speed might be faster or slower than mine, but my humble point is this: Take the time to be courteous and kind. If the editor chooses not to read your brief intro, then so be it. But YOU took the time to be professional and friendly and I'll say it again, courteous. Which costs you nothing and can mean everything.

You never know when you are cultivating a relationship with an editor/publisher. You never know when that one submission might lead to more. And bottom line, it's just the right thing to do. If a call says "No Cover Letter Necessary", well fine, feel free to skip it. But I say, (again humble opinion) include a brief two liner anyway. It is the human element. It is the polite element. It is just the right thing to do.

You would not walk into a job interview, toss your resume on the desk and let the resume speak for itself, right? You'd sit down and engage in a few minutes of interaction with the person you wanted to hire you. It's the same thing. Don't skip the cover letter, no matter how brief.

Because you just never know. Every submission is the door to unknown possibilities.

Humble opinion/rusty two cents endeth.

Have a great Monday!


Sunday, July 29, 2012

Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bolt of blue...

This, this, this is stuck in my head and it perfectly correlates with the book I am working on. Not the one I'm synopsizing (I am still not sure if this is a real word or just one of my favorite made up words) or the one I'm proofing. Or the ones I'm plotting. But the one I was meh--sorta writing--but now am BAM! WRITING! <~~~neon. And since I have not done follow up books to an original novel since either Big Bad or We Kill Dead Things (I'll have to check those dates) I am excited about writing a book number two that includes characters from a book number one.

Did that make sense? No? Sorry.

Anyway, not too much coffee. I had only one cup. But I did sleep late and recharge my battery, I did get fed a nice breakfast by the man, I did finally get to take his royal fatness for a walk and I did write 1,300 surprise words in the book that's got me singing New Order so...must just be in a good mood.

Speaking of a good mood, I also got a notification that Angry Sex rec'd a 4 star rating from TwoLips Reviews. Yay for that! I did not actually read the review (per my boycott on such things because I tend to find something...anything to worry about) as much as skim it, so...hope it's good. :)

p.s. There seems to be a big debate online about the opening line to Bizarre Love Triangle. I always thought that my blog title was the opening line. Others seem to think it's 'Every time I think of you I feel shot right through with a bow of gloom". Anyone own the album with lyrics?

Saturday, July 28, 2012

Mark the date...

In red. Or pink.

Because it tickles me pink (like my new cover design) that for some odd reason one of my most beloved novels, Calendar Girl, is ranking for several days in a row now (right now 96, yesterday as high as 27!) on Amazon UK in the category:

Books > Calendars, Diaries, Annuals & More > Calendars

Heh. So if you like lots of sex, a different guy every month, humor, outrageous drag queens, dare I say it...hijinx and yes, mushed in there with all of it...a love story, Calendar Girl might just be the book for you. I say skip penciling me in, be bold, write me in pen!

Happy Saturday. I'm off to be a total lazypants and I'm okay with that.

Or find it on Amazon US

Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Do you see what I see?

Ermergherd! Zermbies! More specifically, my first three zombie exterminator books now available in a print compilation! Print zombies--stoked. Click the image and it'll take you there. :)

XOXO Sommer

Sunday, July 22, 2012

I want more!

Sorry, seems I woke with Sisters of Mercy in my head and I can hear that growling croon. I could try to recreate it for you (and your ears would bleed or...), here, see for yourself:

Speaking of more, I have more! As in more good news. More good news #1 is that Open is out and about and ready for purchase. Five filthy erotic bisexual stories, yes please :) Here's who you'll find tucked inside that awesome Riendo cover.

Tenille Brown
Sommer Marsden
Alison Tyler
Sophia Valenti
Saskia Walker

And more good news #2 is I am going to be in the upcoming book Captivated from HarperCollins Mischief line. Very sexy cover yes? To paraphrase my wonderful fellow Captivated author Justine Elyot, "release is imminent!". If' I'm not mistaken the book is available for purchase on July 26th.

Authors include: Lolita Lopez, Sommer Marsden, Charlotte Stein, Valerie Grey, Elizabeth Coldwell, Kyoko Church, Heather Towne, Lisette Ashton and Aishling Morgan.



Wednesday, July 18, 2012

I've always wanted to be in pictures...

Okay, so that's a total lie. One time, when I worked a 9-5 desk job, I was asked to be in a training video. Six hours later and seven thousand takes of me either dissolving into uncontrollable laughter or worse, when they tried to shoot from behind me, the sight of my shoulders shaking with barely repressed hysteria...they gave up. I am not an 'on film' kind of girl. Or even much of a picture girl. But I do love when there are pictures to go with my dirty stories!

I've been lucky enough to have my work illustrated twice. Once for a story called Ego Restriction in Forum UK and once for a story called A Secret King in Penthouse. Now there will be illustrations inside the anthology above which includes my story Sugarshuttle Express.

Here's the scoop!

Naked Delirium
An illustrated anthology of sex in altered states.

Kristina Wright
Sommer Marsden
Vanessa de Sade
Velvet Tripp

Giorgio Verona

Coming soon! soon! More info can be found at the Sweetmeats site.


Monday, July 16, 2012

Final steam of the Sizzling Summer 2012 series brought to you by...

Moi! A little snippet from one of the (very!) few things I've ever written set in the summer. A sexy nibble from my novel Angry Sex.

Thanks to all the authors who came and played along to make the summer even hotter. As if it needed help on that front, right? Eesh. Happy Monday!


Excerpt from Angry Sex:

His hands were big. Bigger than they looked at a glance and even as her mind screamed at her to stop—back up—move away!—Luna threw herself into the kiss like a drowning woman grabbing a life preserver. His hands clamped down on her hips, hers found his shoulders and she squeezed. Adam grunted once, the rumble working through her lips and down her neck. She shuddered and the fingers gripping her dug deeper.
His tongue slid teasingly over hers until he made another sound--half sigh, half laugh, and his hand came up to cup the back of her head. The other pressed firmly at the small of her back, effectively pinning her to him from head to groin.
Luna took his kiss and gave as good as she got, putting all of her frustration and need and fury into that kiss until she felt like there wasn’t enough air in the world to keep her from fainting.
Adam stepped-stepped-turned and shoved her roughly against the stone wall. All of her was caged in and the secret thrill of that skittered through her from chest to cunt. She gasped, seeking that air she needed so badly.
“I should stop.” His mouth came down on her cheek, slid to her throat, worked down to her pulse and he licked that thumping skin with the hot tip of his tongue.
A sympathetic beat of arousal filled her pussy, echoed through her belly and her breasts.
“You should.” Her hands roamed the stone slab of his chest, the flat plane of his belly and then her fingertips toured the silver buckle of his black belt.
Her phone buzzed. She ignored it.
No, no, no! He’s an employee. And Lord, you just met him…And yet she wanted to go lower. Wanted to work that buckle and explore his button and pull down his zipper and find…the perfect hard heat of him beneath it all. She could imagine how good his warm length would feel in the palm of her hand. And then…in her.
A shuddery sigh slipped out of her as Adam kissed over her collar bone and he inhaled deeply, sounding very much like a man trying to find control.
Her phone buzzed again. She wanted to ignore it, but knew damn well it would be Savannah wanting to know if she’d died or run off.
“We need to go in,” she groaned.
“We do.”
His lips were insistent and seeking again, pressing to hers, forcing her to part her lips with his tongue, so he could kiss her roughly.
Luna stiff armed him, a confused and urgent laugh flying out of her. “Now. We have to go in now.”
Again her phone buzzed.
“We do. But boss lady?” He was already in motion, moving up the ramp.
“Yeah?” She practically had to call out as she scurried after him, heading for the door to go back inside.
“I’m not done with you.” And then he was gone and Luna was left with anticipatory shiver. And hard nipples.
* * * * *
“Is it that hot out there?” Savannah asked, filling a tray with champagne flutes and pouring so that each was three quarters full.
Luna mimicked her by filling a tray with sunny orange plastic flutes bought for Alice’s ‘kick off to summer’ spur of the moment get together. “Nope. It’s actually cooled off. Why?”
It didn’t escape her notice, as she poured, that her hand was shaking. Her heart was jittery too. Adam was not what she wanted on her radar at the moment—in fact, no man was what she wanted on her radar. But there he was anyway. Sandy hair, dark blue eyes and very strong hands. Very strong hands.
“Because you are blushing like a whore in church!” Savannah failed to repress a giddy chuckle.
“It’s sweating,” Luna hissed, irrationally angry but also sorta kinda amused. “Sweating like a whore in church. Not blushing.”
“Well, whore or not, you are blushing like a bad, bad girl. What’d you do out there? Did you find a nook or cranny and make out like teenagers? Smoke a stolen cigarette? Or…worse?”
Savannah turned and squared off with Luna. Luna was having a hard time looking directly at her friend. Savannah stood almost eight inches shorter than Luna, a mere five foot two to Luna’s lanky five foot ten. But she seemed bigger when she was aggressive. Savannah’s flaming red hair and intense brown eyes didn’t help matters. Sometimes when she stared Luna down, Luna felt like confessing every sin she’d ever committed.
“You did something. One of those. Now spill.”
“He kissed me. There. Are you happy? Now let’s—“
“No, the question is are you happy?” Savannah put her hands on her hips, tapping her foot, waiting. Despite the bustle of servers in and out of the kitchen and the hushed din of the party outside the doors.
“We’re going to have problems if we don’t—“
“Answer!” Savannah commanded.
When a startled server looked her way she said sweetly, “Claire can you take these out please?”
“Sure thing, Savannah.” The girl took the tray and hurried off. “I’ll be back for yours,” she said over her shoulder to a grimacing Luna.
“No. I am not happy. It was a dumb mistake. No big deal.” She shrugged even though she felt her face growing hotter and hotter as her friend eyed her up.
“Liar,” Savannah sighed and started to pour another tray of flutes.

Sunday, July 15, 2012


Just popping in to say howdy and yay. My book Learning to Drown got a lovely 5 star review from You Gotta Read. I hardly ever read reviews anymore (For my sanity. I can, oddly, find something to obsess over in even the nicest review) but I was curious because this is not a new book. So I peeked. Glad I did, it made my day!

Beyond that, girl child's tonsillectomy went well, I am playing maid/chef/nurse etc at the moment and we have commenced watching Doctor Who as I promised her pre-surgery.

Hope your weekend is going supah-well!


Wednesday, July 11, 2012


There it is. Hair all gone. The donation will be sent next week. I'm pretty happy with the honey tone she did and the length. I sorta wished I had gone shorter, but I was a bit skittish. It had been three years since my last super short cut. Next time, I'll go nutso with it and get much shorter especially around the face.

I'll probably be absent over the weekend. Family stuff going on. So...I'll see you come Monday. Have a fabulous weekend! In the meantime, I must admit, the woman in this picture is trying to find her Zen (again!)

She's saying:

Slow down...
Do it right...
Don't pay attention to chatter...
Focus on what you want...
Make time for 'other'...
There is no keeping up...
There is no race...
There is no contest...

Say it with me, folks. Om...


Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt #9

Is Abby Hayes. Woo and also hoo! I'd like to find paradise right about now. It would be a nice beach with a cool breeze and my laptop and uninterrupted writing time and a box of wine! Ole!

Let's get on with it now. Our next steamy excerpt. I think there's only one more left! Boy the summer is flying @.@


Summer? What do you think of? Well, for me, right now, it’s summer session at my university, and the only sun I see is sweating it out walking from class to class :( But, in a few years, hopefully I will have a degree in hand, a good job, and my 5 year high school reunion to attend. Does summer make you think of high school reunions, and meeting up with old friends and sex on facebook and ménage a trios? Wait? What? Just me then on the last two?

Well here is the summer situation I came up with in my novella, Finding Paradise. How about two old girlfriends meet? Well, friends is being used loosely as they were friends when young, but then went different paths in high school, one of them gaining that questionable reputation. What we end up with then, is an online friendship, one woman now a stay at home mom with sexual frustrations and the other a newly married woman who prior had lived a life right out of some erotic novel. The more experienced of the two at first starts sharing her sexual escapades in short statements on FaceBook chat at the begging and pleading of the stay-at-home mother. But, when the new FaceBook friends meet days before their high school reunion, now that is when the fun starts…from the girlfriends playing together in the dressing room of an adult store, to including one husband, to including both husbands. All of this yumminess from a coming reunion and a few FaceBook chats about sex? Why not?

Finding Paradise
Days before her high school reunion, Kelly reconnects on Facebook with childhood friend, Nevaeh—a woman who, rumor has it, has lived a life straight out of some erotic novel. And, Kelly has a lot of erotica on her ereader! Ménages, slave fantasies, strangers and BDSM are all included in the stories Nevaeh has to share.

This sexy, world traveler incites Kelly to forge a friendship unlike any she’s ever had before. She never knew a shopping trip could be so educational, especially in an adult store. With her head spinning and her panties damp, Kelly embarks on a crusade to reignite the passion her and her husband, Nate, once had with a few new toys and other surprises. When he surprises her by being a more than willing participant, she decides to test a few boundaries, push a few limits...

Kelly becomes determined to find out if her old neighbor is right, if
paradise can be found within your own four walls with the man you married. But, what happens when Kelly’s husband finds out about all of her time spent with Nevaeh? What will happen when Nevaeh’s husband, Hayden, comes into town for the reunion? Will her marriage be in trouble, or will things go further than Kelly ever dreamed they could go?

Finding Paradise “Chat” Excerpt:
Knollinger Wade
Led him to room, soon as we got in he pressed me against the wall, his hands felt huge when he ran them down my sides, was wet instantly – god, should I have said that? How many details you want?
Kelly Carver Gordon More details. Spare me nothing. Get graphic! Cock – pussy – wet – I don’t care!
Nevaeh Knollinger Wade LOL!!!! Okay. You asked for it! He tore off my sweater, forced my back harder against the wall, bra disappeared, one nipple he rolled between his fingers, the other he took into his warm mouth, he sucked me in, greedy
Kelly Carver Gordon Like a man desperate for nourishment! No, I don’t read it too much!
Kelly felt her own nipples tighten into stiff peaks. She found herself becoming more aroused noticing the way Nevaeh’s two tiny mounds presented themselves under her dress in her profile picture Then, she quickly turned her eyes to her mug of tea as if she would get caught.
Nevaeh Knollinger Wade Sorry. I’m not being poetic enough for you.
Kelly Carver Gordon No, I was just being goofy trying to make sure you feel comfortable, kept telling me the story :)
Nevaeh Knollinger Wade Okay. Continuing! Threw head back expecting him to go to the other nipple, instead his mouth trailed down over my stomach, pressure was intense, my stomach clenched, his other hand squeezed my other breast at the same time… make sense?
Kelly Carver Gordon I think I get the picture quite clear ;)
Nevaeh Knollinger Wade His touches were pure pleasure bordering on pain, he placed
a kiss on my jean-covered mound, undid my jeans, tore the denim off me in seconds, then he surprised me again, he bit at the cloth of my panties, tugged them away from my flesh with is teeth, then let them snap back against me, several times before pushing aside with his fingers, he spread me open, licked me. I am no writer, but this is fun trying to come up with the words. Maybe I should’ve said, spread open my throbbing pussy lips – I’ve read an erotic romance or two in my day!
Kelly Carver Gordon You are doing an excellent job.
Nevaeh Knollinger Wade Are you wet, my old neighbor/new friend? Are your nipples
hard? Mine are.
Kelly had a moment of feeling weirded-out, and worried about how she would now feel face to face with Nevaeh at the reunion. But, she’d promised she would go. What the hell, now. She continued to play along.
Kelly Carver Gordon Yes. I am wet.

"Warning: please refrain from reading Finding Paradise while in the presence of others, as frequent relief may be required. Holy smokes this book is HOT! From Nevaeh’s stories to Kelly, to the women experimenting with one another in a sex shop dressing room, Finding Paradise is one book that I will be reading over and over again instead of putting in a sexy movie. Ms. Hayes has done a few remarkable things with this book: first, she’s written the online chatting scenes as they would be written by any one of us, with a lot of shorthand and some “real life” cringing and questioning after typing something off the wall. Secondly, Ms. Hayes has really included something for everyone in this short story, I won’t ruin the surprise by discussing the amazingly indulgent final sex scene, but let’s just say my husband and I may have to have a serious talk about sex pretty soon! Both the erotic and the mundane are terrifically portrayed in Finding Paradise, and I truly hope that Ms. Hayes decides to put out a follow up book with more tantalizing and playful encounters between Kelly, Nevaeh and their husbands. For exquisite sex scenes, amazing writing and the "real talk" feel for online chat, Finding Paradise is certainly deserving of a JERR Silver Star Award. Bottom line, find your own bit of paradise and pick up Finding ParadiseASAP!" - Silver Star Award at Just Erotic Romance Reviews (5/5 Stars)

"Finding Paradise is a scorching hot read... Kelly and Nevaeh, as well as their respective husbands, are very believable characters. Ms. Hayes has portrayed them in a way that any reader can relate to the emotions and actions of them... Finding Paradise is a unique story that will sit on my shelves for years to come. There is a lot of passion and excitement as some characters explore new sexual adventures and others share their adventures. This story is one of those rare finds that comes across as unique, sexy, hot, and adventurous all rolled into very few pages!" - 4/5 Paddles at BDSM Book Reviews, Reviewed by Star

“This is the first book I have read by Abby Hayes and to say I was intrigued with where the story was going is an understatement. I was expected a little girl on girl, perhaps a menage but a full fledged partner swamp and orgy...I was tickled beyond belief. Hayes built believable characters with Kelly and Navaeh, Nate and Hayden.  All in all, Hayes approach was fun, lively and gave a little insight into how a couple can re-kindle a romance by introducing safe avenues into their love life.” – 4/5 Cups at Coffee Beans & Love Scenes Reviews
Genres: Contemporary, Erotic Romance, Multiple Partners
Available Now at AmazonAll Romance Ebooks and Smashwords

Abby Hayes
By day, Abby is what the world tells her to be. By night, alone with her imagination, she is who she wants to be. Giving into the breathy voices who pant new and exciting sexual scenarios inside of her head, she pounds away at her keyboard. Abby’s only goal is to have her readers free their own minds, grab their ereaders, and go away with her into a world where no one judges what the body wants, instead they explore what the flesh is capable of.

Monday, July 9, 2012

kiss it goodbye, baby...

Today this goes from, well...this, to chin length. I'm donating the length to Beautiful Lengths and I will FINALLY remember to send in girl child's and boy child's hair (it's in my china cabinet. Dude, no lie). Maybe they can make a ________ family wig for someone? Wouldn't that be cool?

No matter what they do with it, I'm glad to give it. And being a shorter hair girl, I look forward to returning to my 'normal' chin length or shorter 'do. You know, until I decide to do it again.

The only thing I'll miss is when the man pulls it when we're--yeah, you get the picture ;)

For more info about donating your hair. Go HERE.

Happy Monday!

p.s. In case you are wondering where I am when this picture was taken, it was the pure and utter chaos of a teenage girl's room. Picture by girl child.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

And in recent news...

So far behind, but in recent news:

I appear in the revamped Threeway edited by the lovely Alison Tyler. I'm smushed right up against Sophia Valenti (such a nice place to be) who also has a new story in the remix and Shanna Germain who wrote the new intro.I am so stoked to be in this book that I 'missed' back in the day when I was a brand-spanking-new dirty writer!

Speaking of Shanna Germain, lil ole me kicks off her new bondage book Bound by Lust with my story Reclaiming Spring. The book is chock full of kick ass authors, so if you're into a little bondage and really good writing, check it out.

Speaking of really good writing...;) I'm also in Sacchi Green's latest lesbian anthology Girl Fever. I have two super shorts in that one and again, I am just rolling around in a big pile of good writers. Go check it out if you're looking to make this blistering summer hotter.

Final note of interest, I woke to a very nice mention by Violet Blue in her Kink Your Kindle spotlight over on Tiny Nibbles. I am again smushed against some very lovely writers, NT Morley, Rachel Kramer Bussel, Alison Tyler and Miss Blue herself with my new erotic romance novella Taste It. Awesomesauce.

Now off to a party shortly. An outside party. And it's only oh...104 degrees. Hot? What hot? [help...I'm mellllllllting....]


Thursday, July 5, 2012

Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt #8 [and a total FREEBIE]

And today's steam is brought to you by one of my favorite people...period! Kiki Howell. Not only is she giving you a full flash (oooh, baby) but she's put this little antho (which I'm part of, huzzah!) up for FREE now on Amazon.

Go grab yours!

p.s. Please don't forget there's time to comment on the last blog. With the holiday folks have been absent, so you still have time!


Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt – Kiki Howell

Oh Summer! Hot and sticky and sweaty and SEXy! *sighs* I’ve written a few flash fiction stories with those kind of days in mind, the ones full of sun and fun and popsicles and stolen moments, etc. My first one was a few years ago, written for a writing contest with a coffee theme for a blog called, Coffee Fueled Erotica. Mine was called, Cold Coffee on a Warm Day. Readers of the blog granted first place to my little story that used a mocha popsicle like a sex toy. Yum! The next summer I entered a summer song themed flash fiction contest on . My story, All Summer Long, inspired by the song with the same title by Kid Rock, again, won first place. In this one there is a short and sweaty sweet quickie in a garage on a scorching hot day. Fun!!   Both of these stories ended up in a flash fiction anthology called Flashed: Flirty, Fun & Deliciously Explicit which also features a story by my wonderful host here, Sommer Marsden. 

So, I thought for my excerpt, I would actually share an entire flash story from the anthology. If you like it, the book is being offered free on Amazon July 5th – 9th!  

Flashed Blurb:
To say much in very few words can be a challenge, but flash fiction gives authors a chance to show their voice, their writing style, and their passion for the stories they write.

Flashed, the anthology, gives you six authors and a lot of smoldering hot flash fiction. In it, Kiki Howell is thrilled to be joined by five authors who she loves to read. And so, she invites you to experience what she loves about each author: Jennifer Labelle’s emotional writing, Sommer Marsden’s gritty and sexy style, Cassandre Dayne’s scorching hot intensity, Emma Hillman’s sassy heroines, and Abby Hayes wild child ways, along with her own paranormal and erotic romance in this anthology. 

The combination is flirty, fun & deliciously explicit.
Excerpt: Cold Coffee on a Warm Day (Full Flash)
She made the popsicles homemade, leftover coffee from the night before mixed with cream and cocoa.  Marlaina always said there was nothing better than cold coffee on a warm day to get you going. One sweltering August night, she found out just how right she was.
Her husband had found her on their sun porch sprawled on a wicker settee, one leg resting flat on the cushion with the other propped up by her foot on the glass top of the patio table. The material of her short sundress clung to her labia between widespread thighs. She sucked on one of her mocha creations like it was a small dildo.
With the neighbors on both sides out for the evening, she felt no need for modesty. Besides, it was one of those humid nights when even sitting still the air clung, made your skin glisten.
“Hey, any more of those left?” he asked, crossing his arms over his bare chest and letting his shoulder fall to the doorway.
“No, but I am willing to share mine.” She made her voice a deep purr, and watched for his cock to sit up and take notice under his shorts.
“Thanks.” She bent her leg on the cushion up toward her chest making her dress pull up, exposing herself completely to him as he came to sit down beside her.
“Here, have a lick,” she said, inserting the popsicle into his mouth.
 “No underwear,” he mumbled around the confection.
“Too hot.”
When she took the treat back, she dropped one strap of her dress and circled it around her nipple bringing it to life. A shot of cold went through her stomach, but had turned to molten desire by the time it hit her core from the way he watched her, mouth open, breathing rugged.
Leaning in, he chased the ice cold treat around her breast, licking and nipping at her and the frozen caffeine like it was being shot into his veins. Getting into the fast paced game, she shoved the popsicle between his lips and tore off her dress.
She fingered her clit as he liked, spreading apart her wet folds. As she moved her fingers, her moan elicited a groan from him. The more she played, the more he sucked on the erection-shaped frozen cup of joe.
So, when he tasted her, his lips were like ice on her hot, swollen flesh.  She stifled her cry along with the ones that followed as he lightly brushed the popsicle over her opening before a bit roughly lapping at her with his chilled tongue. This pattern continued over her lips and clit as well until she begged him for more.
He obliged by dropping his shorts and pushing his full cock up inside of her. As she rode the waves of pleasure at having her inner walls adjust around his erection, he kissed her sweetly tasting of cold coffee and her hot juices.
Remember Flashed is Free on Amazon July 5th – 9th!

About the Author:

Kiki Howell 

Wednesday, July 4, 2012

Happy 4th

Dc fireworks martin building 

Y'all. Have fun and be safe!

p.s. Taste It is still up for free for another day or two, I believe. If you have Kindle reading in your holiday, you can still grab yours. *thus ends shameless plug *thus commences day off-ness

Tuesday, July 3, 2012

Sizzling Summer 2012: Smoking Hot Excerpt #7 [and Giveaway]

After a bizarro weather event here over the weekend and a hell of a heatwave (while so many folks had no power, sadly), we are at a balmy high 90's today. Perfect day to get back on track with my smoking hot summer excerpts. Today's sizzle is brought to you by Terese Noelle Roberts. Read all the way to the bottom to make sure you see the giveaway listed :)

Happy Tuesday and I hope you're cool wherever you are!

p.s. forgive any wonky formatting. I could not get it to behave today. It was leave it be or throw the laptop into the shower while the water was running. 


As a gardener, I adore summer: dirt under my fingernails, flowers adding color and fragrance to the mornings, fresh, crisp lettuce, sweet peas, and later in the season, lush, ripe tomatoes. But summer is also a fraught time for the avid gardener. Will the weather cooperate? Will it be too warm or too cold? Will it rain too much, or not enough, to yield a good harvest?
I have it easy. If my vegetable garden fails to do well, I can turn to the farmers’ market, or head to the grocery to get produce from another part of the world where the weather was more cooperative. Still, I fret over prolonged dry spells that threaten to shrivel my tomatoes, and wring my hands just as much when it rains seemingly for weeks on end and the only “crop” that thrives are toadstools. How much more subsistence farmers must worry about the weather! If their crops fail, they don’t eat. It’s no wonder that many cultures developed elaborate rituals in attempts to placate the gods and convince them to deliver good weather and a healthy harvest. My fantasy erotic romance, Rain at Midsummer (Seasons of Sorania, Book 2), is set in an imaginary world loosely inspired by the ancient Near East and Roman Empire. The harvest is all important. And sex-magic ensures the harvest. Enjou a sexy excerpt below—and comment for a chance to win a copy of the book!

An escaped slave daunted by freedom. A nobleman fighting his destined birthright. Their love defies logic, but when the spirits of the land speak, you’d better listen.

Nikos curses the day his brother died and left him as Lord of Thermanae. What’s an educated man to do in a place so backward his tenants expect the Lord and Lady of the estate to bring rain through sex-magic? Jaenna, a runaway Kulchu slave, curses the fate that forced her to flee a murderous master to the neighboring Soranian Empire. Freedom means frightening choices for a woman whose entire life has been spent serving men’s sexual whims, and she can’t communicate with the spirits of the land enough to work the healing magic that might earn her a respectable place here.
The forbidden desire that burns between Nikos and Jaenna could save them both, if they see beyond what they think they know. But it takes desperate need—and advice from a madwoman who may be crazy like a fox—for Nikos to see that magic isn’t merely a metaphor and Jaenna to learn that love is the most powerful magic of all.

Excerpt—a little taste of sex-magic in summer:

Even before the sun rose, it was hot. But as the sky began to lighten and streak coral and rose, Jaenna shivered.

This was not a day for rain. And she and Nikos were naked in a fallow field with all the adults of the villa, and many from the surrounding villages circled around them, also naked, praying for them to pull rain from a clear sky.


And even armed with memories of waking up in Nikos’ arms, his hard cock jutting against her bottom, tempting them both almost unbearably, tension made her as dry as the earth.

It wasn’t the first time she’d lain with a man in front of witnesses. Kulchu warriors reveled in their sexual prowess and liked to show off for one another. But it was the first time the stakes had been so high.
Nikos squeezed her hand and whispered, “Relax. You’ll forget they’re there soon enough--at least if I do my job right.”
She’d been too nervous to look at him since they’d disrobed in the first rays of the rising sun, but now she ventured a glance. 

He was half-hard, a few strokes and caresses away from erection, and in the dim, rosy light, his body looked supernaturally perfect, some young god or seductive djinni.

Maybe it would be all right.

The priest and priestess began to chant. Nikos had already warned her that the prayers were in an archaic form of his language, one he knew only by rote himself, so she closed her eyes, centered herself, and focused on the tone and rhythm.

Which was, no doubt about it, erotic. The priest’s rich deep voice and the priestess’s lighter one started in a call and response that suggested seduction, then wove together to a whole. Even picking out only a few words here and there, Jaenna could sense the intent, could tell when the chant shifted from actual words to ecstatic sounds.
And around them, other ecstatic noises began to fill the air: soft kisses, small slurping and licking noises, moans, gasping breaths.

Jaenna opened her eyes to find that most of the onlookers had paired up (or more than pairs, in some cases). Everywhere people were kissing and caressing and arousing one another. Dela and Anat were already on a blanket on the ground, heads between each other’s legs; it looked as though they might have gotten a head start from sheer joy that Dela was not only alive, but well enough to take part in the festival. A young woman with long blonde braids was kneeling in front of an even younger-looking dark boy, his cock in her mouth. 

Jaenna couldn’t see her face, but his looked as excited and astonished as if their Lady Sun had descended from the heavens to seduce him. Jaenna guessed he might be a virgin--but not for much longer. Two men who looked to be brothers had one woman’s ripe breasts in their mouths, suckling. Her eyes were closed, a blissful smile lit her face, and she had a hard cock in each hand. Even the dignified housekeeper Valaria and her white-haired Theos were kissing and stroking each other’s bodies as eagerly as if they were young and newly in love. Other couples and groups were so entwined Jaenna couldn’t see exactly what they were up to, only that it was sensual and exciting.
And all the time the priest and priestess were chanting, honoring Lady Sun and the Lord of Grain. But now each was stroking the other so fervently that Jaenna wondered how they could still chant.

The air trembled with erotic energy. She could all but smell the arousal of all the people around her, and it caught her up like the water rushing through a wadi in flood. She turned to Nikos.
Tried to speak, but couldn’t.
Tried to move, but couldn’t.

Tried to remember the words he had taught her in the night, the ones used to open the ritual, but couldn’t.

The energy was beating too hard at her, clouding her brain, making her nipples ache and her sex swell with need, even after she’d thought she’d never be aroused.
“Please,” she mouthed, and she understood. She hoped the gods did as well.

Nikos drew her down and she didn’t resist. The drought-dried ground was scratchy, but she noticed it only vaguely because Nikos was there, smelling of aroused man and herbs and touching her, oh, touching her as she touched him.

Every caress, every nip and lick, vibrated into energy. Soon she couldn’t see Nikos clearly because of the golden glow around him, and because of the spirits pressing so close against them, scarcely visible but enough to blur her vision.
But she could feel him, feel his lips at her nipples, her rib cage, her belly, her thighs. She could feel his muscles twitch below hot skin as she explored him with hands and lips.

One hand slid between her legs. “So wet already,” he said, not in a whisper, but in a voice the gods themselves could hear. “Your moisture brings rain to nourish the earth. Lady Sun, Lord of Grain, look with favor on our offering.” Two fingers entered her, hitting a wonderfully sensitive place inside her that she thought even his skilled cock might not reach so perfectly, and his thumb circled her clit.

She remembered then what she was supposed to say, and she got as far as “Lady Sun” before his fingers worked their magic. Fire filled her, and she lost the power of saying anything more coherent than a moan.

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