Be Careful What You Wish For…

I was lonely growing up…  I think many people are.  But I fixed that all right!

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The loneliness seemed most acute when we traveled. My parents liked to take us on lots of vacations, by car and sometimes by plane,and we had lots of good adventures. But by the time I was 12 or 13 years old, sitting by myself, looking out the window on those long journeys, I felt so alone.

Back then, I blamed it on being the odd one out–my younger brothers had each other and my parents did too. But I think it was mostly that I had become a teenager, and was longing to leave my parents and have my own adventures. And I was a young woman, yearning for love and romance.

Soon I was dating, going from new love to heartbreak, and back again. I fell in love easily, perhaps more in love with the idea of it than with the young objects of my affection. Then I found him–the one I’d never leave and who’d never leave me. My dream came true.

We started a family, and I built a home business to be with my children. I hired two full-time employees who work in an office in my home. Because of their ages and needs, my three boys go to three different schools. With people coming and going all day for work, and three teenage boys coming and going evenings and weekends, it seems I never get a minute to myself. At times it drives me crazy. But… I’m never lonely!

Be careful what you wish for!

Sometimes I find myself wishing for wishing for time off, alone time. But now I am more careful with my wishes! I am so grateful for my beautiful family, and wouldn’t want them to leave, so now I wish for some nice quiet time to recharge myself so I can be there for my guys.

And when I’m all finished wishing, I go take a yoga class. Wishing is good, but then you’ve gotta go do something to make those dreams come true!

Five Minute Love Stories

Brand New: “Five Minute Love Stories” was just released today, in honor of Valentine’s Day!

Note: The following book is full of love and romance, and the stories range from steamy to sweet, but there’s not much in the way of sex! Just warnin’ ya…

In these busy and hectic times, sometimes you just need a few minutes to relax and escape the world. The Los Angeles Romance Authors (LARA) present FIVE MINUTE LOVE STORIES written by some of the shining stars and exciting new voices in Los Angeles.

This anthology of twenty-two short stories explores the many sides of love, featuring love in the traditional sense while several stories show love in broader terms, love of family, love of a pet, and even a super-spicy love story.

Join the Los Angeles Romance Authors and our Sexy Romance author Chellesie B. Dancer as we invite you to love…five minutes at a time.

 

Buy Five Minute Love Stories on Amazon today!

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Sexting 101, or How to Have Sex with Your Smartphone

Today, we are fortunate to have the awesome Felice Fox as our guest. Please welcome her by turning on your smartphone and waving it back and forth above your head. That’s it! You’ve got it!

See the bright lights, Felice? Those are for you! Take it away….

The heroine of my bestselling erotic short “It’s Just Sext”, became an expert in the art of seduction through text messaging, or sexting, in just a few short months.

Sexting gets a lot of bad press—often due to celebrities or politicians misbehaving. But it is truly an exciting way to let your inner naughty girl express herself. Not everyone is comfortable at first, but all it takes is a little practice! Here are some tips on how to make the best of your own sexting experience.

 

Delete, Delete, Delete!

Even if you’re in a committed relationship and you trust your partner, keep in mind that phones often get lost, stolen or otherwise fall into curious hands. Ask your partner to delete racy photos right away, or send them using an app such as Snapchat or Poke, which cause photos to self-destruct several seconds after viewing. It’s the digital equivalent of flashing and pretty damn sexy if you ask me. There are ways to thwart the apps, however. A recipient with fast fingers may take a screen shot of your photo before it self-destructs. Also, there have been reports that self-destructing videos are stored in such a way as to be retrieved and viewable later, if you know where to look (I don’t, so don’t ask me!).

 

Dirty Words

Sexting isn’t all about provocative photos. Start with quick and dirty phrases—think sweethearts candy, but x-rated—or remind them of something they did that you enjoyed. Here are a few fill in the blanks to get you started:

  • I wish I could _____ your ______ right now.
  • I loved it when you ______ my _______.
  • I loved ______ing your ______. I wanna do it again.

 

Send Them Your Sexy Best

Become an expert at snapping photos of yourself. Take the time to find your most flattering poses and angles. Take loads of test pics of you—or your best asset—from a variety of positions. Play with it! Do the supermodel runway thing until you get a few hot ones that show you at your most scrumptious. Snap those photos while laying in bed, on your belly, on your back, from the side, showing a whole lotta skin or just a little. Discover what works. Take bunches and expect to trash most of them. It takes time to get it right, but it will be worth it.

 

Who Me?

If you absolutely must send naked pics—and I don’t recommend this outside of a seriously committed, trusting, relationship—keep your face out of it.

She swore it was ‘just sext’, and nothing more…

Lauren has been texting for months with a man she met online, carefully editing the details of her life, sending him only the best of herself—the hottest pictures, the highlights of her day, and her most hard core sexual fantasies. A merchant marine, he traveled the world, so it was safe enough. They would never actually meet, so why not? Her self-esteem could use a little boost.

Marc’s “no talking, only texting” rule was strictly enforced when it came to the sexy thing he met online. She was his ultimate fantasy girl and he wanted to keep it that way. But when his ship is scheduled to dock in a port near her home, he lays it all on the line for the chance at a weekend of hot sex—and maybe something more.

When they finally meet, the heat that smoldered for months feels a lot like love. Forced to tease reality from fantasy, months of texting foreplay ignites into wildfire—something hotter, deeper and sweeter than they had ever imagined.

 

Excerpt from “It’s Just Sext” by Felice Fox

 Lauren sat down on a corner of the bed, switched the television on, then off again. She could sense his approach, somewhere in the dark, making his way to her from across the country, across the city, to this hotel, this room, this space, after months of pure, ridiculous, long-distance lusting over, of all things, text messaging.

She chose to meet him at a hotel, not let him into her home, her perfectly meted out personal space. She was crazy to let him in at all, but she didn’t know how to protect herself at this point. From a distance, she could, sure. He was just some guy sending her love notes, photos and videos, and who mysteriously refused to actually speak to her over the phone. But what would she do when he reached her door? Her limbs shook and she had to move. She couldn’t wait in the hotel room for him. Maybe if she met him in the lobby or on the street she could maintain some distance, a safe space between them for a little while longer. Give her time to think, settle into the idea of him being…real. Plus, from the lobby she could still run.

This had been her problem all along. She could not stay still when it came to him. He did something to her—his eyes, his lips, the way he touched himself and showed her everything without holding back. They all conspired to plough her under—make her lose her footing and stumble onto her own hand, rubbing almost incessantly to soothe over and over again, her constant state of arousal. She was like a trained pet—one look at him and her little cunt was overheated and begging. Her own sense of propriety kept her from giving in and telling him what she wanted, what she would do to him given the chance. But he knew well enough. That was why he was almost here, after all.

He had sent her photo after naked photo of himself, and each time she found herself wanting a little more. It had been going on for months since they discovered each other’s profiles online. She lived in Santa Monica, and he worked on cruise ships. Marc spent his months circling the globe from one port to the next—though never anywhere near hers. Until now.

She imagined herself on her knees, taking him in, feeling the press of his hands behind her head, forceful, adamant, fingers twisted in her hair while he fucked her mouth. She would grasp the backs of his strong thighs and arch her back to look up at him whenever he let up on her, catching his beautiful stare, his lips slack, shiny, and bitten red. He was so bad, so very bad for her. Wasn’t he?

It’s Just Sext is available now at Amazon. Perfect Sext, the next story in the series, will be available February 2013.

 

About Felice-

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Felice attributes her love of romance novels to an early, feverish bout with The Kissing Disease. Take Me for Longing, a current Amazon bestseller, was her fiction debut. Her latest release, It’s Just Sext, hit #1 on Amazon’s Bestselling Sex Books list in less than three weeks.

Felice began writing professionally in 2001 and is a bestselling author in the non-fiction market. Her work appears in online learning courses and many popular retail websites.

She works, lives and loves in Los Angeles, California.

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Twitter: @felicefox

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/FeliceFox

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5754385.Felice_Fox

www.felicefox.com

A New Hot and Hunky God of Love

Sex Club SecretsThe third novella in the Gods of Love series is Sex Club Secrets, and this menage a trois story is as hot as the others! The owner of the Secrets Club is yet another drool-worthy Greek God, whose deepest desire is to satisfy those who suffer from unrequited love. He knows what they yearn for, and is determined to give it them. Add in a super-hot body, and that’s one sexy package!

Ella is young and inexperienced. She knows her heart, that she’s in love with Kade, but she doesn’t know her own sexual desires. Luckily Anteros knows exactly what she wants, and is quite prepared to satisfy her. And he knows that mind-blowing sex is not enough–she needs love too.

The author, Jennifer Lynne, has an amazing talent for blending hot sex scenes with a sweet love affair, engaging the reader on every level. Love and lust are such a potent combo! She does however, carefully omit any pertinent details about or the physical address of this oh-so-discreet Secrets Club. So while her characters are quite sated, the reader is left quite titillated. And I hear there’s one more story in this series coming soon…

Want to buy a copy of Sex Club Secrets for your eBook reader, PC or iPad?

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You Think Your Love Life Is Complicated?

We are so happy to have the fabulous Tara Lain visiting with us today. If you haven’t discovered her books yet, you’re in for a treat. Help us welcome her by leaving a comment. We want her to come back, and you could win a free book, too! What could be better than that?

 

Thank you so much to Roz, Chellesie, and Jennifer for inviting me here today to celebrate the release of my new MM contemporary called Snow Balls. I’m delighted to be among the first guests on this beautiful blog. My new release, Snow Balls, is a MM opposites attract story and the latest in the very popular Balls to the Wall series.  I was having a conversation recently with a friend who doesn’t read romance. In fact, he doesn’t really read fiction. I was explaining the twists and turns of the plot of a new book I’m writing and I found myself telling him how very complex good romance is. I listened to myself saying it and thought, son of a gun, it’s true. Now I will be the first to admit that most people don’t think of our genre this way. They think of romance as the simplest of fiction. Boy meets girl, boys loses girl, boys finds girl again and they live happily ever after. Of course, in my case it’s boy meets boy, but the principal is the same. They call it a formula.

But think about it. Virtually all fiction has some formula. Certainly mystery has a lot of rules and suspense is riddled with them. I guess you could argue that Joyce’s Ulysses had no formula, but maybe breaking the rules was a formula of its own. Now, think about romance. We not only have to create an interesting plot with three-dimensional characters who have problems of their own — we also have to make them fall in love! They have to fall in love somewhat believably, have obstacles that keep them apart and make it appear at least for a time that they won’t get together, and then, in spite of it all, they end up together. I thought about my MMM romantic suspense novel, Golden Dancer. Holy cow, I had a theft of an art treasure, a nasty, villain, a ballet dancer, an investigative journalist, and a billionaire technologist I somehow had to get together while never losing touch with the mystery. In my new book, Snow Balls, I tell the story of two complex men struggling with demons from their past who both pretend to be something they’re not. Finding a way to bring them together  without compromising who they are is no small challenge.

It’s been many a century since “romance” was a tight formula plot with two-dimensional characters that always ended in a wedding. In fact, we might argue, that today ours is one of the most complex genres to write. But maybe we better just keep it between us!  LOL

Contest details –

Would you like to win a Balls book? Leave me a comment WITH YOUR EMAIL and you may win your choice of Volley Balls (Aussie sandwich), Fire Balls (the feisty artist and the firefighter), or Beach Balls (enemies to lovers–underwater). Three people this week will win books. And someone who comments on one of my blog stops this week will win a $10 GC as well. I’ll be choosing winners as I go so if you want to comment on more than one blog come on over to Beautiful Boys Books and check out the schedule.

And here is an excerpt from Snow Balls. I hope you enjoy it!

 Excerpt – 

Big, handsome and hunky, JJ LaRousse looks like an alpha male but acts like an interior decorator. And he’s trying to be happy about it — until a robbery at the famous Laguna Winter Fantasy brings JJ face-to-face with tough cop, Ryan Star. JJ hears Ryan likes guys who are manly men, so he drops his voice an octave, colors over his pink hair, and tries to pass as a football fan. Ryan Star may be tough but he hides in the closet at work since he learned in New York that being a gay cop can cost you your life. His attraction to that big, handsome kid threatens his anonymity, but he can’t seem to resist. JJ is just his type. But then JJ goes skiing and comes face to face with his greatest nemesis– and all the secrets come out of the closet. Can Ryan love JJ for who he really is? More important, can JJ?

“David. David. Oh my God, oh my God.” JJ grabbed the smoothly muscled arm of his friend and boss.

David trapped JJ’s other waving hand between his. “OK, calm down. What is it? Did one of the exhibitors wear pink and orange together again?” David grinned. Nobody knew better how overreactive JJ was. Thank God, David loved him anyway.

He needed air. He took a deep breath. “The cop. The one I told you about. Oh my God of CSI, he wants me to come to the police station and look at mug shots.” JJ retrieved his hand. He needed it for fanning.

David looked up at JJ. It wasn’t far up since the handsome gallery owner stood a slim six foot one to JJ’s six four. “OK. That’s not hard. The police station is only a ten-minute walk away and I’m here to finish setting up the booth. Perfect timing.”

“Oh God.” JJ collapsed onto a packing crate.

“That’s the hand blown glass you’re sitting on, darling.”

JJ jumped up. “He’s just so…”

“Intimidating, overbearing?”

“Delicious.”

David laughed. “That’s a different kind of problem.”

“I’ve got to go to the men’s room.”

“Oh, OK.”

JJ took off at a run to the men’s room at the center of the festival grounds. Inside, he stuck his carefully spiked head under the faucet, pulled out his comb, and flattened the do. Of course, the pink streaks still stood out like candy canes in his light brown hair. Nothing to be done about it now. He washed his hands and headed back to the booth.

David glanced up from the last packing box. “What happened to your hair?”

“Rod says the cop likes guy’s guys.” David tucked in his T-shirt with the What Would Anna Do? logo, his homage to Anna Wintour, the editor of Vogue. He pulled on his Windbreaker and zipped it up. He did a twirl. “With a cap, can I pass as Daniel Craig?”

David put his hands on his hips. “First off, how does Rod know who or what the cop likes? And even if he’s right, it’s never a good idea to try to be something you’re not. You know that. Pretend at the beginning and you have to keep living your lies. That’s a drag.”

JJ stuck out his lip. “It’s not exactly a lie. Hell, look at me.”

David frowned. “JJ, you’re gorgeous. And you’re a catch just the way you are.”

“But I’m such a…” he waved his hands “…fruit!”

“Strawberries and cream. Any man would be lucky to get you.”

JJ sighed. “Thanks. But I need to be more, you know, masculine.”

David smoothed the crease between his own brows with two fingers. “Who said that?”

JJ frowned. “You mean besides my father?”

“Ancient history. You have a life now with people who love you as you are. Don’t go looking for appreciation from those without the discrimination to give it.”

 

About the Author-

Tara Lain’s first erotic romance novel was published in January of 2011. She’s now on book 16. Her novels have garnered awards for Best Series of 2011, Best Contemporary Romance, and Tara has been named Best Writer of the Year in the LRC Awards. In her other job, Tara owns an advertising and public relations firm, and she carries her promotional instincts into her writing career as well. She lives  with her soul-mate husband in Laguna Beach, California, a pretty seaside town where she sets a lot of her books.  Passionate about diversity,  justice, and new experiences , Tara says on her tombstone it will say “Yes”!

 Connect with Tara – 

Website:              http://www.taralain.com

Author blog:       http://taralain.blogspot.com

Don’t forget to leave a comment and you could win a copy of one of Tara’s Beautiful Boys books!